The Mistress - Chapter 9

Summary: It’s the morning after Negan showed the reader his vulnerable side and he’s a bit worried about that, but the reader is eager to prove that she can keep it between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Dwight, Sherry

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Choke Play, Blowjob, Rough Sex & a little bit of Voyeurism

Notes: It starts off as kind of a fluff piece, but then gets very smutty. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/23713719

Tags: @jasoncrouse @ronweaselz @hiddlesdowneyjr @ali-pennell @melodicdolls @namelesslosers @deepsouth @shanaatjelove11 @warriorqueen1991 @caitydestroys @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy @jaylaelizabethw @prettyepiic @negans-dirty-girl @mamaredd123 @jdmsgal @alyisdead @memphisgirl1977​ @negans-network @freaktesque @cannedpicklenumber1 @karaokke *As always, please let me know if you want to be added to the tags or if you wanted to be taken off!*  

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Imagine Shane working for the Governor and taking you away with him.

(So here is my first Shane imagine :3 It’s set AU, so Shane survives the farm Hope it is as requested and you all like it!! PS. I really tried my best for the ending >_< Gif not mine/Found them on google/Credits to the original owner.)

After what had happened at the farm, you and your group had found shelter at a prison.

There, you were all able to make a nice place out of it and were trying to survive as best as you can.

However, while most of your friends were able to find some happiness, you still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to your husband, Shane.

You had been told he was dead and had learned from Rick about his intentions of killing him.

You were shocked, you knew your husband resented Rick for some his decisions but never had he ever mention to you of wanting to kill his best friend.

You thought you knew him better and that he’d trust you enough to talk to you about his worries but maybe you were wrong or maybe Rick was simply lying to you about what had happened.

Nonetheless, you missed Shane dearly and just wanted him by your side as before.

~~~~

As you daydreamed about being united again, Shane was in fact in his room in Woodbury doing the same.

If he knew where he would’ve ended up, he wouldn’t have ever tried to do what he did.

But now here he was stuck in a place without you. Since his arrival, he had been able to adjust and work along with the others.

To his surprise, Merle was there along with him as well and although they didn’t necessarily get along, it was comforting to see someone he knew.

~~~~

He finally got out of bed and out of his room, to go meet up with the Governor about the day’s run.

As he arrived, he saw The Governor and the others along and heard them talking about a place they found out.

He listened closely and suddenly heard Rick’s name being mentioned.

His eyes shot up to meet with Merle’s and widened in shock. He made his way closer and said “Rick? You mean…the Rick we know…”

Merle smirked and nodded. “Yeah…the one and only…”

Shane thought about the day he had gotten shot and remembered how the fire engulfed the farm and the number of walkers around it.

The more he thought about it the more he started to believe you somehow hadn’t gotten out of it alive.

It broke his heart to think of it but at the moment it was more plausible to think you had passed away.

He then turned to the Governor and looked into his eyes.

“We have to go there…that guy’s a threat…”

The Governor nodded in agreement and they all spent the day making plans together.

~~~~

You finally got out of bed and had gotten outside to help the others around.

It was a beautiful sunny day and seeing how everyone was having a casual and fun time, you started to feel the same.

You were gardening along with Carl, when suddenly from far away, you heard the sound of cars approaching.

You got up and looked over to where it all came from and noticed the overwhelming amount of cars assembled by the outer gate of the prison.

You noticed a man coming out and Rick had went over to talk to him.

You stared for a while and slowly Carl got closer to you.

“Who is that?” He asked you curiously.

You glanced at him and shrugged.

“I don’t know…but I don’t have a good feeling about this…we have to warn the others…and probably get prepared…”

He nodded and followed you as you walked back and went to get your weapons and to warn the others inside.

~~~~

As you finally got everything you needed, you walked back out and saw Rick throwing punches at the other man.

They fought and in that instant, gunshots were heard and you all started to do the same.

Seeing your group being threaten by other’s this way angered you and your sense of wanting to protect all of them, made you able to easily fire at the enemy.

You went to cover yourself and started to shoot at them as much as you could.

As everything went on between Rick and the Governor, Shane had walked over to get inside the prison’s fence.

He fired back at the others and just as you, went to take cover behind some old cars.

He looked over and as he scanned the field, he noticed your gaze looking towards the others.

His heart stopped for a moment and he felt huge sense of relief. You were more than alive and he couldn’t be any happier to see you.

He got out of his hiding place and walked closer to try and catch your attention.

~~~~  

In the end, found a way to sneak in closer to you and you immediately turned to see him.

“Y/N…”

You were in shock and couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. Your eyes widened and words were caught in your throat.

“Shane…?! Aren’t you?…how? You’re alive…”

He nodded and couldn’t resist smiling at you. Looking at him, you dropped your weapon and ran over to hug him.

He did the same as you and caught you in his arms. He held you tightly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and a few tears came to him.

Stroking your back, he said “You don’t know how much I miss you, Y/N…”

You clung onto him and looked back at him to get a good look. You touched his face as if to make sure he was really in front of you and just as him, smiled. 

“I missed you too…A lot…Shane, don’t ever leave me again…”

He believed your every words and started to reflect on your suggestion. He smirked hearing how genuinely you sounded and cupped your face with one hand and gave you a hungry kiss. He missed you just as much as you did and wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.

Out of breath, he backed away to press his forehead to yours and looked you in the eyes. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and whispered “Never…I should’ve been the one protecting you…You’re my wife…You belong with me…and I promise I’m never leaving you again…”

It made you blush and smile even more and from the tone of his voice, you knew how sincere he was. You nodded and as he felt you, he kissed you again and scooped you up.

The feeling of being lifted up, surprised you and you tried to get down.

“Shane?! Wh-what are you doing?! Let me down! This isn’t the time…”

He chuckled and tightened his grip around you. He managed to throw you over his shoulder and playfully slapped your butt.

You shrieked and stopped shifting around to try to get down of him. You slapped his shoulder back and yelled at him.

“Shane!”

He went to pick up his gun and laughed and said “Y/N, I told you i’m not leaving you ever again…”

Holding onto you tightly, he turned and walked away discretely from the prison, smiling and to your surprise so did you.

The Voices of Ghosts

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves, Reader, Queenie Goldstein (mentioned), Tina Goldstein (mentioned), Credence Barebone

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Notes/Warnings: So I kind of realized that this was WAY too long to be just a two parter…so it’s going to be a 3 part story. And the third part is going to have some smut >3. Anyway. Hope you like it! Warnings…well this is pretty much angst…so yeah

Word count: 4063

Chapter 1: This is No Fairy Tale

Chapter 3: Whispers of Your Touch

Chapter 4: Kissed by the Evening’s Breath

Request: I beg you to write a sequel to “This is No Fairy Tale”!!! PLEASE 😭😭

Tags: @aislinsekhem, @dylpicklesprays, @dibeediboop (used her version of Percival Graves Post-Grindelwald. Check out her artwork! It’s awesome!)

He watched her laughing as she spun around, the downpour roaring around her. She looked back at him and sighed dramatically as she spotted a spell that was deflecting the rain.

“You know, I didn’t know it was possible but you look even less happy in the rain.” She called out.

“I’m not the one dancing in the rain.”

“It’s fun.”

“You’re soaking wet.”

“And you’re far too dry.”

“You’re going to give yourself a head cold, and then what?” He asked as she walked over, pouting. She then grinned and grabbed his wrists yanking him to her, breaking his concentration of the spell. She grinned.

“I’ll be in good company.” She teased and he sighed, sounding annoyed, but the slight twitch of at the corner of his mouth was anything but.

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Another Chance

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary : There was a severe storm where you were, which delayed your flight. As you sat in the airport, waiting for time to pass, you run into someone who will forever change your life. AU

A/N : Just wanted to make a fluffy Bucky fic. This is a rewrite of one of my other series, Written in the Stars. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count : 2,354

Warning : Fluff and language.

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. Even the kids had a device of their own, eyes glued to the screens as if they were hypnotized. 

You sighed playing with the pages of your book. It’s been two hours since you arrived, and you were nowhere near boarding. 

The storm was chaotic, and even if you wanted to forget the trip and go back to your warm and comfortable apartment, you couldn’t leave. The roads were closed off around the area. Which only meant, you were stuck. 

There was a slight cold breeze, radiating from outside. Creating you to shiver though you were wrapped up in your coat. Not even the body heat around you could keep you warm. 

You suddenly remembered passing a coffee shop when you were running to catch your flight. It wasn’t too far, and you were sure it could help pass time. 

As you made your way to the coffee shop, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card. 

“Dammit, where is it?” You grumbled to yourself. 

Without paying any attention to your surroundings, your body collided right into broad shoulders, almost making you fall. The sound of paper shuffling, and a soft grunt hummed in your ears.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” You said, hoping you didn’t hurt anyone and bending down to retrieve the papers that fell. 

The stranger slightly chuckled, as he hunched over as well to help you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His voice made the hairs of your neck stand up. It was low and rough, but slightly kind of intriguing. You slowly looked up, and met the gaze of the most alluring blue eyes you have ever seen. They were warm, but inviting. 

He helped you up to your feet, his hand molding with yours, it created a sudden flutter in your stomach. 

“T-Thank you.” You stammered. 

The man before you was tall, making you crank your neck just to see him. And you definitely took the time to look over him. Your gaze traced over his long messy brunette hair, to his worn combat boots. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him. 

His lips slightly twitched up, flashing you a faint smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit worried. 

You snapped out of your daze, and nodded. “Y-Yea, I’m fine. I am so sorry again, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving more by the second. “It’s fine. Trust me. All that matters is that no body got hurt.” 

There was something about him that drew you to him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, and cleared your throat. 

“Um, here. I believe these are yours.” You muttered, handing over the pile of papers. 

As he reached for his belongings, you couldn’t help but glance down. They were drawings of people. Breathtaking silhouettes and portraits. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, catching your attention once again. He slipped the papers into his bag, and returned his gaze to you. “I’m James, but people call me Bucky.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled. “I’m lame, I don’t have a cool nickname like yours.” 

As you both chuckled from your cheesy joke, you couldn’t help but shiver from the cold breeze you felt earlier. It reminded you of what you were doing there in the first place. You glanced behind him at the line and suddenly you thought of something. 

“How about I buy you some coffee?” You asked. “Its the least I could do since I plowed right into you.” 

Bucky curved his lips, and ran his hand through his long locks. “That’d be great.” He stepped to the side and motioned for you to lead the way. 

You could feel his stare though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to race, something you haven’t felt in a while. 

Finally, you reached to the front of the line. The barista seemed exhausted, and a bit annoyed, but the moment her eyes laid on Bucky’s features, her whole demeanor changed. 

“Hi, what can I get tarted for you?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll have a small white chocolate mocha please.” You decided to answer first, just so she knows you were there too. 

The barista didn’t give you the time of day, she just punched in your order, and returned her eyes to Bucky. “And for you sir?” She bit her lower lip. 

Bucky shifted in his stance, pushing his hair back as he looked over the menu behind her. He was obviously not paying attention to the poor girl, it was kind of entertaining to watch. 

“I’ll just have a cup of black coffee, nothing else.” He smiled. 

“Of course.” 

You gave the barista your card, and paid for the two beverages. 

“Thank you.” Bucky whispered, leaning closer to you. 

The barista handed your card back, along with your order. With one last glance, you smiled. “No problem.” You stated. “It was nice meeting you.” 

Before he had the chance to respond, you started walking toward the back. hoping to find a single seat. You were scanning around, looking from one side to the next, until suddenly a couple got up from the table in the very back by the window, and made there way out of the shop. 

“Sweet.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Walking over, your phone went off, startling you for a second. 

“Hello?” you breathed, placing your purse down onto the table as you took a seat. 

“Hi sweetheart, just wondering what the update is.” Your mother asked. 

You let out a soft sigh, looking out the fogged window. “Still the same. Looks like this storm is going nowhere.” 

“Are you serious? Have you tried another flight, or a cab?!” 

“Mom, seriously there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even go home if I wanted too.” 

She only but huffed, and you could imagine her roll her eyes as well. 

“You can’t miss Christmas. This is the only time we ever get to see you.” She exclaimed. 

“I know. I’ll try my best. Okay?” 

“Okay sweetheart.” There was a long pause and for a moment, you thought the line had disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Your mother said. “Your sister and Todd have decided to show up after all.” 

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your mothers words played in your head over and over again. 

“I didn’t know they would-” 

“It’s fine.” You lied. “Look, I have to go. My phone is about to die and all the outlets are being used at the moment. I’ll call you when I leave.” 

You heard your mother sigh. “Okay, love you. Be safe.” 

“You too.” You ended the conversation abruptly and shoved the phone back into your purse. 

Every part of you felt heavy. As the thought of Todd began to make your stomach churn. After all this time, you had hoped not to hear that name again. But here it was. Bringing back all the painful memories you thought you erased. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice rang from behind you. 

Looking back, your lips curved into a smile. It was Bucky. The cute stranger from just a few minutes ago. 

“No, not at all.” 

Bucky smirked, and walked over to the seat across from you. As he plowed down, he placed his bag over his lap, and ran his fingers through his hair. Something he did quite frequently. 

“Thanks, all the seats are being used.” 

“Aw, and here I thought you were just stalking me.” You teased. 

Bucky belted out into laughter, his shoulders bounced up and down. “You caught me!” 

“So, where are you off too this Christmas?” You asked. “Let me guess, the Bahamas? Completely opposite from this crappy weather.” 

“I wish!” He exclaimed. “But I am actually returning back from visiting my Sister and niece. I was hoping to catch a cab but the storm decided otherwise.” 

“Why didn’t you stay for Christmas?” 

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his black coffee. Immediately burning his lip. “My sister wanted to spend the holidays with our father and lets just say he and I don’t get along too well.” 

You glanced down at your hands, feeling like a prude for asking him too many questions. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“Its okay.” He cut you off. “What about you?” 

You decided to act on the sudden subject change and not ask anymore questions about his family. “Well, I am visiting my parents back home. It’s the only time we get to see each other really, so I try to make an effort to visit them. Though I wish I could skip out this year.” 

Bucky tilted his head, as he leaned back into his chair, lingering on every word that fell from your lips. 

“My sister and her boyfriend are going to be there, and I definitely don’t want to see them.” You exhaled. “Her boyfriend is my Ex.” 

“Oh.” Was all Bucky could say. He didn’t know how to react to something like that. The pain in your voice was so distinct, he could see just how much it hurt you. And though he wanted to know more, he didn’t want to force you into talking about anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

“But anyways, enough with the family drama.” You chuckled. “I noticed your drawings earlier. They’re really amazing.” 

He swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tightly as he held his gaze with yours. His drawings were something personal to him. Something he never shared with anyone because it was just a way to escape from reality. 

“Can I see them?” You asked. 

“Thanks, but they aren’t finished.” 

“Well from what I saw, I thought they were breathtaking.” 

He took another sip of his drink as well as you. The first sip felt so soothing as it went down. Definitely what you needed. 

Both you and Bucky talked for what seemed like forever. You learned a lot about him. From his favorite book, to the cute little childhood stories. You both shared so much about your lives, you were beginning to feel as if you had known the guy all your life. 

He made your stomach hurt from laughing, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. But it was the best few hours you’ve had with a guy since Todd. 

“Okay, serious question.” Bucky muttered, pushing his hair back. 

“Uh oh! Here it goes.” You chuckled. 

“If your house was on fire and you had-” He paused and shrugged as he came up with a number. “And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?” 

You were taken aback, furrowing your brows as your locked your gaze with his. “What?” You breathed. 

“If your house was-” 

“Yeah, no. I heard you, I just-I don’t know. I never thought about it.” You whispered. 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman’s voice speaking through the intercom. She was informing everyone that the storm had passed, and it was time to begin boarding passengers. 

You swung your legs and hopped out of the chair, and pulled your purse over your shoulder. “Man, i didn’t even get to enjoy my White Chocolate Mocha!” 

Bucky propped up on his feet as well, looking a bit bummed from the quick end to the conversation. “Guess thats you?” He asked. 

You nodded and forced a smile. “Yep. Off to spend some quality time with my awesome family.” 

“If your mom made that oh so amazing apple pie you talked so highly about, I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a trip.” He winked, making you snort with laughter. 

“Fingers crossed.” 

“It was nice to meet you, even if it were just a few hours.” He smiled. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too. I enjoyed hearing your crazy stories about You and your best friend-Steve right?” 

Bucky nodded, answering your question without a single word. 

“You guys are crazy.” You chuckled, reaching your hand out to him to shake.

This was it, you had to say goodbye to the stranger that somehow made you feel happy in such a short amount of time. Bucky reached for your hand, and pulled you into him. Giving you a gentle hug. He was warm, and so comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were. 

You barely knew one another, but somehow, you both felt such a strong connection. Like a pull you both couldn’t escape from. As he held you close to him, Bucky was trying to find the courage to kiss you. Every part of him feigned for that touch, since the moment you bump into him. He was so mesmerized by you, it was insane. But he was too late to make his move. 

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, pulling yourself away from him. Though a part of you didn’t want to leave. “Well I ought to be leaving. Don’t wanna miss my flight.” You said awkwardly.

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky smiled. 

“Goodbye, and good luck with everything.” 

You turned on your heels and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Bucky behind, with his thoughts running wild. He watched you until you faded into the crowd, until you were no longer visible. 

“Good job.” He mumbled to himself. 

Bucky reached for his belongings, until something caught his eye. And in that moment, as he reached for your phone that laid still on the table, a little pinch of hope sparked inside of him. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance? or maybe it was just coincidence. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to mess this up again. 

Without giving it a second thought, Bucky ran after you. 

Maybe (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Prompt: Request please; angst. Seb/Bucky/Seb char of your choice have been trying for a child for years. How would he deal with his feelings & devastated reader when docs say can’t do anything else & yet again really painful/pukey period starts hrs later? TY

A/N: I said I’d write something, so I did. Just to make you all sad this fine evening. I’ve missed angst- I figured that out when I’d suddenly written 1000 words in half an hour and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I just kind of word vomited. It might be terrible. We’ll see. 

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Sniffles

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry this is so late! Life’s been hectic! I hope it’s okay!

E/C: Eye Colour

Feeling a coughing fit coming on, you will yourself to suppress it. Steve was pacing back and forth in the conference room, informing the team of the impending mission. You curse yourself for getting sick, it was a rarity; especially now that you were at peak fitness and a legitimate member of the Avengers. You’d been on a few missions before, but this was due to be the one that would signify your permanent addition to the team.

“Y/N?” Steve calls, and you exploding into a coughing fit, finally can’t hold them back,

“I’m fine,” you wheeze out, trying to sound convincing but it’s clear to everyone that you were sick,

“Bruce,” Steve turns to him, “Can you please run some checks on Y/N this afternoon, before we leave for the mission?”

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Fights

(A/N): I loooooveee angst like this

Request: Could you please write an angsty Bucky x Reader where they get into a huge fight, and Bucky sleeps on the couch that night. Maybe write about the reader waking up and seeing Bucky in the morning? Thank you!

Warnings: angst? swearing, fluff?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309

   "Bucky!“ (Y/N) yells, raking a hand down their face out of sheer exasperation. "It was nothing, how many goddamn times am I going to have to tell you that?” Bucky gritted his teeth, his hands fisted at his side as he attempted to restrain from screaming at (Y/N). 

    The night had started off perfectly with the two going to gala with the rest of the avengers. They were bother dressed perfectly, ready to spend the perfect night together when Tony Stark, the billion dollar playboy, had to fuck it up. It was no secret that he was a flirt, a tease really, it was in his blood an it was like he couldn’t help it which more often than not led to problems, just like tonight. 

   Tony had been getting way too close to (Y/N), holding their waist, and whispering in their ear whenever Bucky was with Steve and it infuriated him beyond belief. Perhaps it also stirred up some jealousy in his chest, maybe seeing Tony, this great successful guy with (Y/N), someone who deserved way better than Barnes, really did something to him. But Bucky was a good sport and he had ignored it most of the night, that was until said playboy decided that it was a good idea to kiss (Y/N). No, kiss was the wrong word, more like make love to (Y/N)’s neck was a better word and then Bucky had just exploded, gripped (Y/N) by their arm, and hauled them back to their apartment where they now stood, apparently trying to see who could scream the loudest. 

   “(Y/N)! He was over you all night, don’t think I didn’t notice the way he’d been eyefucking every time you so much as walked by him,” 

   “So what? Are you accusing me of cheating on you, is that what you think this is Barnes?” Bucky’s last name resounded in his ears, leaving an almost unpleasant taste in his mouth too. 

   “Well, why the hell wouldn’t you?” Bucky shot back. Oh, wait, that didn’t come out as he wanted it to. He had meant for that to be softer, to show that he was really just feeling insecure, his words were merely asking why wouldn’t (Y/N) cheat on him, he was broken and burdening, Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if (Y/N) did cheat on him. But rather than that coming out that way it came out as ‘I don’t trust you, of course you’d cheat on me’. Bucky winced at his choice of words, his rough, angry demeanor falling quickly. “Wait (Y/N), that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” (Y/N) huffed, glaring at Bucky with what looked to be tear filled eyes. 

   “Save it James,” (Y/N) stated his full name with only a hint of venom. “I’m going to bed, have fun sleeping on the couch,” And with that (Y/N) stormed off, leaving Bucky to stand all alone in the middle of their apartment, biting his lip as he looked to the floor in shame. 

   Bucky tossed and turned all night, unable to find a truly comfortable position to sleep in. The couch wasn’t nearly as soft as his bed and there was no (Y/N) by his side to soothe him to sleep. Now, without (Y/N) by his side to murmur sweet whispers into his ear, or to kiss him until he fell back asleep his mind was left to wander and that was never, ever a good thing. 

  Bucky suddenly lay still as he recollected his time as the winter soldier, his brain finding it absolutely necessary to think of such things when he was trying to sleep. He remembered all the pain he went through, all the pain he inflicted, he remembered training both receiving and dealing, he remembered the icy chill of Cyrofreeze. Bucky flipped onto his side, burying his face under his pillow, as though that would block out all the memories in his head, and he willed himself to sleep, begging his body to just give up and give into the exhaustion.

    Eventually he got so lost in though that he was actually surprised to find that he had fallen asleep, his thoughts having morphed into horrible nightmares. With a start Bucky nearly jolts up, clutching at his rapidly beating heart. He gulped down great amounts of air as he looked around their small apartment, his eyes searching for a source of danger that really wasn’t there. 

   “Did you have a nightmare?” (Y/N) asks from their kitchen, a steaming mug of coffee in their clutches. Bucky looks to them, all his guilt from last night bubbling within him once again. It looked like (Y/N) had been crying, their eyes were red and puffy and their tone held a certain nasally kind that could only be heard when they had just gotten done crying. Bucky sighs shakily, nodding his head slowly as he does. (Y/N) gives him a sad smile as they waddle their way into the living room, taking a seat by Bucky’s legs as they find purchase on the couch. “I made you coffee,’ They murmur, holding out the ceramic cup for Bucky to hold. 

   “Thanks,” Bucky rasps, his voice a lot more hoarse than he thought it’d be. Maybe he’d been crying in his sleep again. He gingerly takes the cup from (Y/N), maybe allowing his hand to linger on their a second or more than needed. 

   “You haven’t had nightmares in months,” (Y/N) whispered, their quiet voice laced with concern. They were right, Bucky hadn’t had a single nightmare in months but that was all due to the fact that (Y/N) could soothe them before they even started but last night he was all alone, with nothing to stop the nightmares from running rampant. 

   “Well, I haven’t had to sleep on the couch in- well, since forever,” Which was also true, Bucky had never been forced to sleep on the couch and the one time he did he awoke in a cold sweat. (Y/N) nods, an almost sad look washing over their face. 

   “Bucky, I’m sorry about last night, I didn’t know how to respond and before I could do anything you were dragging me away and then it just erupted and then-” 

   “No (Y/N),” Bucky stated as he set his cup down on their side table. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough, I should have let you tell me what was going on with you before I started yelling. I uh-” Bucky sighs softly, his chest fluttering a bit. “I think I was just insecure, Tony’s a great guy, rich, smart, and downright sinful, and then there’s you, you’re smart and beautiful and so great and then there’s me-” 

   “Great, sweet, strong, loving, compassionate you,” (Y/N) interrupts, already knowing where this was going. “And I’d be crazy to ever leave you for anyone, much less Mr. Ego man,” Bucky smiles a bit, his spirits brightening just a bit. “I shouldn’t have let him touch me like that and I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) reached out, placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s still quivering hand. “And I’m sorry I made you sleep on the couch,” What they really meant was ‘I’m sorry I’m the cause of your pain’. 

   “It’s okay, we both said and did things we didn’t mean,” Bucky states as he grips (Y/N)’s hand in his own. “Can you forgive me?” Bucky’s tone was even lighter than it had been before, almost hesitant that (Y/N) would deny his question. (Y/N) smiles in relief, a small, shaky breath leaving their lips. 

   “Yeah, yeah I can. Is it possible that you could forgive me too?” Bucky nods, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a smile. 

   “So long as you join me and my cup of coffee as we watch Parks and Rec,” (Y/N) chuckles and Bucky can’t help himself when he smiles at them, their cute little nose all scrunched up as they laughed, their laugh lines becoming more apparent as they did. 

   “Bucky, I’d be glad to,” And as soon as (Y/N) curled up on Bucky’s lap, their head tucked under his chin, their fight had entirely been forgotten. 

Memory Lane

Summary:  You are writing your wedding vows, when your mind take you to a few memorable moments of your relationship with Steve.

Words: 2815 (Officially the biggest thing I ever wrote .Every fic that I wrote about Steve is bigger than the last one.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Flashbacks in italic. Fluffy and Smut (oral sex and unprotected sex be safe kids.) You might want marry Steve and know about the 5 date after this.

Have you ever wonder what was the exact moment you fell in love for someone?

You look at your fiancé Steve sleeping so peacefully by your side. His eyelashes are resting in his face and he has a small smile on his lips. Your hands start to caress his hair and he pulls you closer nuzzling you in to his chest.

You remember when you met him. It had being so awkward but at the same time you felt a connection that you never felt before.

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My reaction to the stydia feels in 5x04 

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The warmth of the sun on his face woke him up. Around nine o’clock, Bucky opened his eyes and was immediately met with an image of you, asleep, curled up with your back to his. He grinned at the sight of you, your body still bare after the events of last night, save for the covers tangled haphazardly around your hips. He let his eyes trail down your frame, following the curve of your shoulder, the shadow your lower half beneath the blanket. His gaze paused to admire the ridges of muscle in your back, and he felt the urge to touch you again, so he did, grazing your shoulder blade with his fingertips. He used his right hand so he could truly feel the soft, warm pliancy of your skin.

It always felt unreal to him, the fact that he could touch you like this, not even because he wanted to, but because you liked it. You wanted him, and after all this time, it was still unbelievable to him. He loved you, and you loved him back. He hadn’t ever felt this way before, so sure of what he wanted, whom he wanted. He wanted to lay there in bed with you forever, tucked under the covers and tangled up in each other. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, protecting you, holding you, kissing you. He wanted just as badly to be protected by you, held by you, kissed by you. Bucky knew what he wanted; he just couldn’t believe you felt the same way. You loved him. And the thought of you loving him brought a giddy smile to his face.

You made a soft, tired sound, and Bucky felt you stir beneath his hand. His smile deepened, and he could see that you were pretending to sleep now. He stroked your back, drawing swirls across your skin, listening to your breath as it sped up just slightly, notifying him that you were indeed awake. Fine. He wanted to ask you this aloud, but if you were going to be a tease, so would he. He scooted closer to you and went back to tracing shapes on your back, slowly, efficiently, hoping you would realize what he was doing. W-I-L-L… Y-O-U…

Bucky hadn’t even started the last word when you turned over in bed suddenly, launching yourself at him with a squeal of delight. He laughed while you lay on top of him, kissing his face over and over and over. “Good morning to you, too,” he muttered while you held your lips to his cheek and made exaggerated smooching sounds.

You pulled back to gaze down at him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. You were smiling; the sight made his heart swell in his chest. He could feel your fingers on his arm, but he was too lost in you to understand what you had traced. “Yes,” you murmured to him, your voice soft.

Bucky blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yes?” he repeated, dazed. “You mean—”

“Yes! My answer is yes, James!” you exclaimed. You brushed a strand of hair from his face—so delicately, he almost sighed with content—and kissed his temple. Smooch. “You’re such a romantic, admit it.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose in faux disgust. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes.” Smooch. “You are.”

“No.”

“Yes!” Smooch, smooch.

“You already said ‘yes’ to me, doll.”

“Oh, I’m not your doll.” This time you smooched the spot right between his eyebrows, then the tip of his nose, the cleft in his chin. “I’m your spouse.”

“You’ll always be my doll.” His hand had found its way to the back of your thigh; he squeezed it affectionately, and his other hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. He tilted his head up to kiss your lips but you pulled back just out of reach. He frowned, brows knitted together in a pout. “And we’re not even married yet, sweetheart.”

“Key word: ‘yet’.” You kissed the corner of his lips, eyeing him cheekily. Your mouth ghosted over his, waiting for his next move.

Bucky grinned and kissed you back.

What changed? (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Reader and Bucky had a fight

Bucky sat on the bed, taking the framed picture in his hands. His tears fall on the glass covering the picture of you two cuddling just a week before you got married.

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Miracle

Summary: After finding out some wonderful news you have a bit of a fight with your husband, Bucky, about how he needs to be more careful. Warnings: Language, verbal fighting, sexual ideas, and I think that’s it. A/N: I am soooooo sorry this took forever and a day to get out.

You were sitting out on the balcony of your apartment with a nice cup of tea. The weather had finally cooled down a little bit, which you were thankful for. You had received some life changing news the other day and you were still a little shocked. It was wonderful news though and you were happy.

Needing to share the news with Bucky was something you wanted desperately, but you wanted to tell him in person. Bucky was away on a mission at the moment, or so you thought.

The sound of the balcony door opening caught your attention. You turned around to the sight of your husband. You immediately put you drink down and met Bucky with a tight hug. “I missed you doll.” He kissed the top of your head and your hugged him tighter. “I missed you too.” You were always so worried every time he went away on a mission. He winced a little and you pulled back frowning. “I’m sorry!” He chuckled and shook his head pulling you back into his arms. “It’s okay doll. Just not so tight.”

He smiled down at you as he caresses your cheek and gently met your lips. After him being away for two weeks kissing him felt like a dream. You could feel yourself melting away into the kiss when he pulled away. “How about we take this into the bedroom?” You nodded your and pulled him back into a kiss. He picked you up causing you to wrap your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom.

Your back met the mattress with a soft thud and Bucky’s lips left yours so he could remove his shirt. There was a problem though when he removed it. Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. You sat up to look injury right below his right rib cage. There lied a huge cut with several stitches and some severe bruises. “Bucky, what the hell happened?”

He looked down to his injuries and shook his head. “Y/N, babe it’s nothing I promise. I’ve had worse.” Bucky leans back in to kiss you, but you stop him immediately by placing your hands on his chest. “That’s not nothing.” You were upset because you knew he would put himself in danger from time to time while on missions.

Sighing, Bucky leaned back on his calves as he ran his hands through his hair. “Doll, do we have to do this? I promise I’ll be careful next time.” He look at you with a pleasing look to drop it, but you were far from dropping the subject.

“You say that everytime, Bucky! And yet you still come home battered and bruised!” You had now positioned yourself against the headboard with your arms crossed. “I’m scared what might happen one day. You put yourself in constant danger. What if you never come home to us?”

“Y/N, my job is to….” Bucky scooted closer to you. “Wait. What do you mean us?” You haven’t even realized what you had said a few seconds earlier. You took a deep breath and reached for Bucky’s hand. “Bucky, I’m pregnant.”

The two of you were married a little over two years ago and ever since then you had been trying for a baby. After eight months of trying you decide to go to the doctor. The news wasn’t good, being that doctor said there was a one in a million chance of getting pregnant. Both of you were heartbroken, but that didn’t stop you from trying. And just the other day you found out that you were finally able to conceive.

Tears were forming in Bucky’s eyes when he realized what you had said. You placed his hand on your stomach as you leaned your forehead against his. After a few minutes Bucky finally spoke. “When did you find out?”

“Just the other day. I wanted to tell you so bad, but I wanted to do it in person.” You now felt tears of your own falling across your cheeks. Bucky’s hands went to your cheeks and caressed them gently. “We have our little miracle.” The smile he was wearing was one you had never seen before. It touched your heart and the tears started to fall even more. “We do. We have our miracle.” Bucky brushed your tears away.

“I can’t believe it. I’m gonna be a dad.” He was in awe and you knew how much this meant to him. There were countless nights where the two of you would talk about having children. Bucky wanted a girl. A “mini you” he would say. You picked at him saying you wanted a mini James. Right now though you were thankful beyond words for the baby growing inside you. Whether it be a boy or a girl.

“I love you, Y/N. So so much.” He pulled you into a kiss as his arms surrounded you. You wrapped your arms around him gently, not wanting to hurt his injuries. He pulled away and leaned down to where he was able to kiss your stomach. “I promise I’ll be careful. I won’t put myself in harms way. I’ll always come home to you. Both of you.”

You smiled as your ran your fingers through his hair. “I love you too, Bucky. And I know our little Barnes will too.”

A few weeks had passed and the two of you were at your doctor’s office for a regular check up. Something happened that day. More news. Wonderful news. The two of you found out you had been blessed with twins

It truly was a miracle.

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120416 – somehow never got around to posting this spread from october. currently swamped w/ end of semester work/exam studying. remember: finals are tough but you are tougher.

Rosy Cheeks

Bucky x Reader 

REQUEST: Can i please request 14. Why am I in love with you again?19. We should just get married.68. You’re cute when you blush. with Bucky please ?

A/N: I love writing this!! I love fluff! 

MASTERLIST 

It was a lazy day at the compound. Steve, Sam, and Nat were on a mission in Africa and Wanda, Tony, and Vision were off doing their own thing. The only two occupying the building, at least to their knowledge, was Y/n and Bucky. They sat together on the couch with Bucky’s hands wrapped around Y/n’s waist. She smiles against the comforter hugging against them and buries her head into the nape of his neck.

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