Also, I Just Have A Lot Of Feelings About This:

You and I

(gifs not mine)

so i wrote this about my last relationship.. i mean we dated a long time and one day he just decided to leave my life without a word but in this story bucky comes back to the reader but my ex-boyfriend didn’t, so i made this a little personal. i might make a second part that if someone wants another one or if this story does any good. ill try to make more. but request are open. feedback would be amazing!!

songs ; you and i by pvris and eyelids by pvris (recommend you listen to both songs to understand a point of view on how the reader feels)

I’ll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling

I can’t sleep That’s when you’re torn away from me

While I’m dreaming I feel you leaving.

You woke up startled by the bed constantly moving. Your head lifted off the pillow glancing to the clock it just hit 3 o’clock in the morning. As the movement continued you shifted to your side, bucky was having a nightmare, you sighed. You knew i was bad to wake him up, you knew he could hurt you before you could even think asking for help. But still, you still care. You’d wake him up, every time. You lifted your body on your elbow, your other hand flat against bucky’s chest. “Bucky it’s just a dream” you leaned over his body, your palms pressure stronger against his chest making his eyes snap open. His mental hand grabbed your wrist squeezing it too tightly “hey its okay its just me” you said you placed your free hand towards his face caressing it, making small circles on his cheek bucky let go of your wrist. “I’m sorry.. I-ii didn’t mean too” you hear bucky low but enough for you to hear. “It’s okay, you’re safe, your home” you said and his arms quickly made its way towards your waist pulling your body to his top as he laid on the bed again. Your arms hugged his sides and you pulled your head slightly, facing him. His eyes wandered over your features and he let out a sigh, almost a relieved sigh.”i love you so much Y/N” bucky said to you looking straight into your eyes, he said it like it was the last time he is ever going to see you.”i love you more bucky” you kissed him,the kiss was filled with sadness and happiness. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back giving you a kiss on your forehead. You buried your face in his neck falling back into your slumber.

The next morning you awoke stretching out your limbs, you placed your harm where bucky was suppose to be but you felt it was empty. You sat up and looked everywhere in the room and you had a feeling deep down something is not right. Then you notice all of bucky clothes is gone.your first thought was ‘maybe he had a mission?’ You questioned but shaking your head You got out of bed and open the bedroom only to find it was silent.

 “Bucky?” You called out waiting for a response. Nothing. You begin to walk towards the kitchen only to find no one was there. but a letter and breakfast made sitting on the table. You sat down and reach for the letter almost too scared to read what has been written in the letter but for your curiosity and worry you open the letter only to find there was 2 words, “i’m sorry” you started at the letter wondering why the 2 words and nothing else. With tears forming in your eyes you soon realized it all makes sense; the missing the clothes, the empty bed, the letter.Your heart ached, you have that heart dropping moment. He left you and he’s not coming back.

That was 2 years ago and you still remember it like it was yesterday. It was currently 7 o’clock when you were heading down to the bar to perform a cover song of your favorite band. You kept think after 2 years bucky would reach out to you but no calls, no texts, no nothing and you feel like he left you for someone else someone better than you. Steve would call to see if you’re okay but you would always say yeah and hang up. Once in awhile steve would knock but you acted like you weren’t home and waited til he left to continue what you were doing. To be honest you didn’t want to talk to steve or anyone that knew bucky, you were afraid to find out he’s with someone else.it almost killed you to think about bucky.

 “Earth to Y/N are you okay?” James the security guy said to you shaking you out of your thoughts. “Oh yeah i’m okay, just thinking” you lied, you just wanted to go home “oh c’mon i know you Y/N what’s going on?” He said giving you a little hug. James would always help you with set up to perform and most days when you were upset he’ll comfort you. He knew what happened between you and bucky but he wouldn’t bring in it unless you did, he knew how sensitive you were to the topic. “Just thinking about bucky that’s all..i miss him” you said looking at james, he gave you a sad smile “don’t think about it too much, now let’s prepare for your performance” he said grabbing your guitar and walking towards the stage. You looked around the bar it was pretty full but you kept looking hoping bucky would be here but no signed that he is here and you thought he wouldn’t even bother anyways. Moving your way towards the stage you grabbed your guitar and sat down with the mic in front of you. “I’ll be performing You and I by PVRIS” you said into the mic and everyone started to clap. And you started to song the first chorus;

“I know it’s warmer where you are And it’s safer by your side But right now I can’t be what you want Just give it time”

You sanged and you looked around and everyone seemed amazed by your voice, how gentle it sounded singing and you felt happy that everyone is enjoying your performance already. And the sadness you felt early was gone now cause you made many happy faces. You felt so alive singing to an actual audience that isn’t just your cat. Whenever you sing its like freedom to you, your peace in a destructive world. You always sing to bucky whenever he came back from a mission and he was the one that told you sing to people but you didn’t agree to sing to other people, you had a fear everyone would laugh at you but mostly stage fright. but now here you are been performing after 4 months since bucky left you, a way to cope from the empty feeling he left you.

“And if you and I Make it through the night And if you and I Can keep our love alive, we’ll fight”

You looked around and right before your eyes bucky and the whole avengers team sitting at a booth looking at you and smiling, you feel your chest tighten and your heart started to race, you stopped singing, you looked at bucky straight into his eyes for what felt like hours of staring, your mind started to think so you ran from the stage knowing everyone is now looking at you and wondering what happened. You needed air, it felt like the atmosphere in the bar was too much, you opened the back door and fell to the floor and you cried your heart out and you started to think. After 2 years he just know to show up ? with everyone?! God you wanted to hate him but you love him so much you couldn’t. 

“Y/N ?” you hear a man behind you called out but you knew it had to be him, it had to be bucky calling you out. So you turned and it was bucky with worried eyes and a sad faces looking at you trying to figure out what was wrong. “Bucky” you said looking at him angry and sadness started to build up. You stepped closer to him to have a better view of his face, dark circles surrounding his eyes, it looks like he hasn’t slept either or have shaven. You want to kiss him and slap him. You wanted to know why he left, why he left you and only saying ‘im sorry’. So many question you wanted to ask but it doesn’t anymore.”i haven’t seen you for 2 years?! And you just randomly show up to my performance?! Is this your way of saying sorry for leaving me out of the blue?” You said stepping closer to him so you could see his face expression, all you can see it was sadness and tiredness.

”look i know i know what i did was wrong but hear me out okay?” Bucky said looking at you for confirmation to continue to talk, “go on” you said shaking your head at him. “Okay so the day after i left i had a nightmare, and it was about HYDRA taking you and they killed you in front of me and i was so shaken up by it so when the morning came, i looked at you. God you always looked gorgeous sleeping so peaceful and gentle, i would hate myself if anything happened to you. So i took all my clothes and i wrote that card and left to live with Steve. And i told Steve to go check up on you and when you didn’t answer his calls or open up the door i just gave up after 2 years i thought you moved on until today Steve found out you were performing so i came to see you Y/N i love you okay and i want to be with you, im sorry for leaving..i should’ve talked to you” he said looking at you for forgiveness. You would always forgive how could you not ? you loved him and he loved you but you felt this time you shouldn’t forgive him, but you did cause you missed him . “bucky you were gone for 2 years, i cried myself to sleep, ive thought i wasn’t good enough. Jesus bucky i told you things, But gosh ive missed your presence at home and i miss your scent and i miss wearing your clothes” You had tears forming in your eyes. just looking at him made your chest feel likes someone is sitting on it and you cant breath, you dont even remember how to breath right. “I feel lightheaded bucky” you said putting your hand on your head and the other on bucky’s arm, you didn’t even get the chance to say another word when you collapsed to the ground.

Are We Still Friends?

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: Worried about how his new relationship seems to be changing him, you talk to Azriel about your concerns. Things take a turn when he refuses to listen.

Warnings: some wine sipping, gossiping, angst, miscommunication, friend fighting, jealousy (but no one realizes), az being defensive and blind

Word Count: 5k

(Completed) Series Masterlist | Part Two

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“It’s not that I don’t like her.”

The words tasted as false as they were, and you grimaced the moment they slipped out, already bracing for the look Mor would throw your way. True to form, she didn’t disappoint, her expression halfway between amusement and exasperation.

A defeated sigh escaped as you accepted the glass of wine she offered, watching as she filled her own nearly to the brim.

“You’re better than me, then,” she hummed, settling back onto the couch across from you. “Because I don’t like her.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t like many people nowadays.”

She shrugged, casual as ever, though a smirk tugged at her lips. “True. I’m not exactly lining up for any peace medals, am I?”

You chuckled softly, leaning back in your chair. “I just… have this odd feeling about her, you know?”

Mor tilted her head, letting out a noncommittal hum. “Oh, I know. She drags Az around on a leash.”

You were tempted to say something about the irony in her words—remind her, in a loving manner, that she might've been guilty of that once upon a time, too. But you decided against it. She wasn't wrong.

You swirled the wine in your glass, watching the dark liquid move in slow, mesmerizing circles. The feeling wasn’t new; it had been there since the first time you’d met her. Azriel’s new girlfriend Selene was perfectly fine—charming, even. But there was something else, something you couldn’t quite name. Like a faint hum in the background of a quiet room, just irritating enough to notice but not enough to prove anything was wrong.

“Why don’t you talk to him?”

You glanced up, finding Mor’s bright brown eyes sharp and focused on you, the lazy humor of a moment ago gone.

“I doubt he’ll listen,” you admitted, resting the bottom of your glass on your thigh. “He didn’t listen to you.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s really not.”

Mor raised a brow like she wanted to argue, but she only sighed in response. “He’s been so weird about his love life. Gwyn didn’t work out. Elain’s probably the happiest out of all of us. Maybe he’s treading lightly.”

“Maybe,” you murmured, though you weren’t convinced.

Azriel had changed in small, almost imperceptible ways since everything had settled—since everyone had paired off and fallen in love. Everyone except you. And him.

You were fine with your situation, content in the quiet steadiness of your life. Azriel wasn’t. You knew it. He knew it, though he’d never admit it. So much of his self-worth was tangled up in whether he believed himself worthy of love. And the absence of it—of a solid, undeniable love in his life, of a partner, of a potential bond—seemed to weigh on him. To him, it wasn’t just an empty space; it was a failure.

You’d almost go as far as to say he’d become desperate, living in the shadows and watching his brothers experience loves so profound they might as well have been plucked from stories meant to inspire poets and dreamers.

Mating bonds were rare. You reminded yourself of that often. Your family was just an anomaly, their luck skewed impossibly high. But logic wasn’t enough to soothe Azriel, and it certainly wouldn’t stop him from chasing it. He was obsessive. Stubborn.

Nothing you said or did could change his perspective.

Mor’s voice pulled you out of your head again. “Speak of the devil,” she sang out. “Hi, Elain.”

Your gaze snapped up to the doorway, finding Elain standing just beyond the archway. She looked like a spooked deer, frozen in place with that polite smile you’d come to recognize as her default around company she hadn’t fully warmed up to yet.

“We were just talking about Azriel’s unfortunate romantic history,” Mor said smoothly. You glanced at Elain for her reaction.

It had taken time for that particular history to fade. Maybe it was appropriate to joke about now, but you personally would’ve waited a few more years before bringing it up so flippantly. Mor, however, had little patience for such niceties.

Elain’s expression didn’t shift beyond a faint flicker in her eyes, and you realized how much her composure had improved over the years. Then again, it had been a while since she and Lucien had found each other for good—long enough for their bond to solidify and for them to leave for the Day Court after their mating ceremony.

A twinge of jealousy sparked in you before you brushed it aside.

“We’re just gossiping in general. Want to join us?” you asked, gesturing to the chair beside you. Plush and inviting, it mirrored the one you sat on. “Unless Lucien is waiting for you upstairs?”

Elain’s cheeks flushed crimson. 

“Lucien’s still with Feyre, catching up,” she said, stepping further into the room. “What are you drinking?”

Mor reached for the bottle on the table, plucking it up and turning it in her hand to read the label.

“Something good and expensive,” she replied, with a half-hearted air of indulgence, before tilting her head at Elain with a faint grin.

“It’s from Rhys’s rather gluttonous collection,” you said, sensing Elain’s hesitation. “It won’t be missed at all.”

She smiled at that. “I’d love some.”

“There are a lot of glasses in that cabinet,” you said, pointing to the wood door with ornate carvings. “Grab whichever one you’d like.”

Mor sat up straighter, scooting herself back into the pillows behind her. You hummed, impressed, at her ability to hold both her full wine glass and the bottle without so much as a wobble.

You hadn’t spent much time with Elain one-on-one. Emissary duties had kept you busy during the years the Archeron sisters had adjusted to their new lives. But you liked Elain, from what you’d seen. She had a kind heart. She also had a sharp humor that surfaced at the oddest moments, usually when she and Lucien were whispering in corners, conspiratorial before seamlessly rejoining whatever social event they were at like they’d never left.

Elain returned and sat down with her chosen glass—a delicate crystal piece that gleamed in the soft light. Mor went to fill it instantly. 

“Can I ask why you were discussing Azriel’s romantic life?” Elain asked. Her voice was smooth, certain. No hesitation.

It didn’t faze her anymore, you realized—being such a strange, pivotal turning point in Azriel’s past experiences. She’d made peace with it, the way immortality seemed to demand. Time softened the edges of even the messiest situations, turning them into stories you could recount with startling detachment. Almost humorous, really.

Because how else could you explain being casual about the fact that your best friend had almost allowed his pride—and arrogance—and, somehow simultaneously, his insecurity—to lead him into a blood duel over Elain’s affections? A blood duel.

But now, it was just… something to write off. A distant memory, softened by the years and Lucien’s easy confidence. Lucien was better than you. You would’ve held that grudge against Azriel for many more years—long enough to make it a point of pride. But then again, Lucien had won everything he wanted in the end. He had the girl, the bond, the certainty that whatever lingering rivalry Azriel might feel was entirely one-sided.

It wasn’t important enough for Lucien to waste any more energy on.

You exchanged a glance with Mor, who arched a brow, clearly just as amused by Elain’s openness.

“Y/n doesn’t like his new girlfriend,” Mor said.

Your mouth fell open. “You don’t either.”

“True,” Mor agreed easily. She looked to Elain. “We don’t like her.”

“For clarification,” you said firmly, “I never said I didn’t like her.”

Mor laughed, sipping her wine with an amused grin.

Your face fell flat. “What?”

“Nothing,” she replied breezily. “But if you get a bad feeling about someone, that’s usually dislike.”

You resisted the urge to scowl, already turning over the guilt in your mind. You didn’t want to be that person—the kind who dismissed another female off the bat. Maybe your gut was wrong this time. Maybe her smile had reached her eyes, and you’d been too preoccupied to notice. Maybe her tone hadn’t been as assessing as you remembered, and you were projecting. You wanted to like her. You wanted to be happy for Azriel.

But he didn’t seem happy. He seemed distracted. Busy. Not himself.

And not the kind of busy you’d seen before—the methodical, obsessive focus he funneled into work or training. This was different, scattered in a way you couldn’t quite pin down. It had made sense in the beginning, when things were new and exciting, but now it was starting to feel uncomfortable. He’d started missing things—small things at first, like sparring sessions or those late-night conversations you, Mor, and him would have when you couldn’t sleep. Then came the bigger things. He’d stopped being able to review external court updates with you, even when those meetings were critical for your diplomatic roles.

Azriel had always been the one you could count on. Out of everyone, you considered him your closest friend—even more than Mor, though you’d never admit it out loud. But now it seemed like every time you made plans, Selene needed him more.

And then there was how fast it was all moving. Too fast. At a recent family dinner, she’d casually mentioned that she and Azriel could move in together—offhand, like it was the most obvious next step. Something about leaving the townhouse behind, creating a space with décor that matched her aesthetic. Azriel had just stayed quiet, looked at her like she’d just proposed the most brilliant idea in existence.

You noticed he did that. The way he looked at her. The way he’d looked at Elain and Gwyn back when they were seeing each other. It weirded you out—that tendency to put the people he saw as romantic interests on a pedestal, as though they were flawless. As though they were something he didn’t deserve.

You knew where it came from. That deep-rooted insecurity that even centuries hadn’t managed to erase. He didn’t see it, the way he wore himself down trying to prove his worth to people who, for the most part, had already accepted him. But you saw it. You always had.

And it made it harder to like Selene. To trust her intentions. Maybe that was unfair, but you couldn’t help but feel like she was just taking—taking all the parts of Azriel that used to be all of yours to share, and twisting them into something else. Something that didn’t include his family.

Still, you wanted to try. To let go of the gnawing irritation in your chest and convince yourself it didn’t matter. If she made him happy—truly happy—then none of it should matter. You were adamant on ensuring that you didn’t turn into the stereotypical overbearing female best friend.

Elain tapped her glass lightly. “Lucien doesn’t like her.”

You blinked back into reality. “Really?”

She nodded, a beat passing before she added, “To be honest, I’m not sure I do either.”

Mor leaned forward, grinning like she’d been handed a stack of gold. You almost wished Amren was here to bask in the moment. Amren didn’t like Azriel’s girlfriend, either. Maybe your family really was as unwelcoming as people claimed. Or maybe Selene simply brought out another level of scrutiny. The thought of either option made you feel bad— gross. 

“Why?” Mor asked.

“She was dismissive toward Lucien. And,” Elain hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly, “She seemed… entitled, I suppose. Especially with Azriel. Like she expected him to accommodate her every whim.”

You frowned, turning over her words. “I’m sure she was just nervous. We can be an intimidating group. Maybe she just needs time to settle in. We just want Az to be happy, right? So, if she makes him happy, then I’m absolutely fine with her.”

The silence that followed was thick. For a moment, you wondered if you’d said something wrong. Something weird.

“Are you?” Elain asked, her tone sincere.

“Are you?” Mor echoed at the same time, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You shot Mor a glare, but she only raised her brows and sipped her wine again, infuriatingly unbothered. Exhaling, you willed yourself to meet Elain’s gaze.

“I am,” you said, trying for conviction. “Really.”

Elain pursed her lips. Her gaze shifted to Mor, lingering longer than you liked, and then back to you.

“Alright,” she hummed. “I guess I was wrong.”

You stilled. Elain reclined deeper into her seat, accepting a refill from Mor. Her wine glass remained only half-full compared to yours and Mor’s.

Curiosity burned. You leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

Elain furrowed her brows. “What do I mean about what?”

“You said you guess you were wrong. What does that mean?”

Mor’s gaze bored into the side of your face. Any second now, you were sure she’d make some quip about how bothered you were. But you weren’t bothered. Just curious.

Elain swirled her wine, watching the light catch the liquid. “I’m not sure. Things feel off. Like something’s coming. Az needs help with it, I think.”

You froze. “Off? Like—how?”

She hesitated, thoughtful. “It’s hard to explain,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “But I feel it. In my chest. My visions sometimes do that. That’s why I asked.”

Well, that unsettled you. You glanced at Mor, whose amused grin had fallen into something more contemplative.

It seemed you might need to have a conversation with Azriel after all.

“I don’t like that,” you admitted, your nose crinkling. 

“I think I heard him get back earlier. Go talk to him,” Mor said, her tone gentler now, though a hint of mischief lingered in her eyes. You didn’t read too much into that. Mor’s eyes tended to be expressive. She also tended to be mischievous when her blood was primarily red wine. 

“Okay,” you said. “Maybe just to check in.”

Elain nodded. “Just to check in,” she echoed, almost reassuring.

“Have fun,” Mor added, her grin returning just enough to be annoying, but not enough to distract you from the unease curling in your chest.

You didn’t respond, instead taking another slow sip of your drink. The glass clinked softly as you set it down on the table before you made your way upstairs.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Mor turned to Elain. “Did you really feel something that unsettling?”

Elain let out a laugh. “No,” she said lightly. “I completely made that up. But she doesn’t need to know that.”

Mor’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. Seconds later, her head tilted back in a laugh just as vibrant as it was unapologetic.

“Genius,” she declared, raising her glass in mock salute.

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The walk upstairs was quiet.

The townhome, in general, was quieter nowadays. Aside from the times others came to visit—like Lucien and Elain—only you and Azriel lived here full time.

When you reached Azriel’s bedroom door, your steps faltered for a moment. There was a hesitation in you that hadn't existed before. You raised your hand to knock, but the action felt more awkward than usual. It made you sad, momentarily, that you hesitated. You never second-guessed yourself with Azriel. You wanted to tread carefully in this new era of his life, though. You didn’t want to overstep, to become a nuisance. But whatever this was—whatever had unsettled Elain enough to mention it—you needed to know. Azriel had always been a constant for you, and if something felt “off,” you wanted to understand why.

Your knuckles rapped lightly on the door. “Az?” 

Inside, you heard the shuffle of movement, followed by his low, familiar voice. “Come in.”

You didn’t see Azriel immediately, but the smell of soap and the damp air told you that he recently showered. Shadows slithered across the floor, comfortable and excited, exploring the familiar confines of his room.

You greeted the tendrils as you usually did, letting them brush against your legs as you flopped onto his bed. The bed, like everything else in his room, was simple: plain black sheets, no extravagant pillows, just the bare necessities. It used to drive you mad, the emptiness of it all.  But what was in his room spoke volumes—— bare walls except for a dagger mount on one side, a small uncluttered desk with a well-worn sharpening stone. 

Azriel exiting the bathroom pulled your attention, your eyes settling on him as he rubbed his wet hair thoroughly with a towel. He shook his head slightly, wet curls bouncing onto his forehead, and met your gaze. His eyes flicked to where you lay, scanning your body. He nodded toward your feet.

“C’mon,” he almost whined. “No shoes on the bed.”

You looked down at yourself, grimacing as you realized that your shoes were, indeed, on his clean comforter. A simple set of house slippers, so nothing entirely too dirty, but it had completely slipped your mind. Very comfortable shoes, you noted, maybe you’d get Feyre a pair as a solstice gift.

“Oh whoops,” you said with an apologetic smile. “My bad, clean freak.”

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the quirk of his lips anyways.

For a moment, the old sense of comfort settled over you. But then, a thought crept in—the thought that maybe you shouldn’t lie on his bed like this anymore. It had been fine before, but now… now it felt different. He had someone else in his life. It wasn’t weird, exactly, but it was a little inappropriate.

You sat up straighter.

“Did you and Mor grow tired of rehashing the same centuries old gossip?” He teased.

You snorted, watching as his shadows flitted above his shoulders. They were amused, laughing in their own way. “Never,” you responded, pushing yourself off his bed. You were drawn to the otherside of his room, to the simple dresser against the wall. “Elain joined us this time.”

Your back was to him, but you had a feeling that the momentary silence, the stillness that you felt, was a knee-jerk reaction from Azriel—something reminiscent of embarrassment, shame, or guilt at her name. But all he responded was, “Oh?”

“I like her,” you said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I kinda wish I spent more time with her…”

You paused, your words trailing off quietly as you took in the small details before you. 

Azriel’s dresser had always been the one surface he decorated, not because he cared for decoration, but because it was the only surface large enough to hold anything. Over the years, it had become a quiet testament to the things that mattered to him: a mix of Solstice and birthday gifts, trinkets you’d both collected on missions and trips. You liked seeing what had changed, what had been added. It gave you a glimpse into where Azriel had been, who had been with him. 

Lately, there had been more—more trinkets, more oddities that stood in stark contrast to the weapons displayed elsewhere, the ones mostly hidden away in his closet. A macaroni necklace from Nyx. A horribly made clay version of him you’d created during a drunken pottery night with Feyre, Mor, and Amren.

But now, the dresser was foreign. The once familiar surface had been wiped clean, replaced by delicate perfume bottles, jewelry that looked too fine to be his, and a candle that smelled—oddly—like the puke of a flower faerie. Some of it was new. Most of it was hers.

Azriel’s presence had vanished from his own furniture entirely.

“Huh.”

“What?” Azriel asked.

You glanced over your shoulder. “I see you’ve decorated more.”

Azriel tilted his head, and a few of his shadows slithered down his body, crossing the room to pool around your ankles. “I guess,” he said. “Selene said my room needed more life.”

You leaned forward, brushing your fingers along the ceramic jewelry dish, the cool surface sending a strange chill through your skin. The shadows flickered over your hand, almost as if they were inspecting it too. They moved with purpose, then slowly obscured it, hiding it from view.

You frowned, confused.

Azriel, still silent, was rifling through his closet. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you as he moved, but he said nothing. The shadows returned to his side as you turned to look at him.

"Are you going somewhere?" you asked, trying to break the silence.

Now, Azriel barely spared you a glance.

“Yeah. Meeting Selene,” he replied simply.

After a few seconds of silence, Azriel turned his head and properly held your gaze. “Why? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you responded with a casual wave of your hand, but Elain’s words echoed in your mind. You cleared your throat. “Well, actually, no. I was hoping I could talk to you.”

He frowned, standing up straighter, his wings flexing with the motion. “Is it something serious?”

You paused, carefully filtering through your words. “No, just something that’s been on my mind.”

Azriel studied you, doubt flickering in his hazel eyes. It was the kind of look that always made you feel like he was reading you too easily. He probably didn’t believe you, not entirely—but he nodded anyway. His lips curved into a small, apologetic smile. “Raincheck then?”

You mirrored his smile, though it felt thin. “Yeah, sure. We can talk tomorrow, once we’re back from the Hewn City.”

Azriel stilled. The way his gaze dropped to the floor and lingered felt like a guilty dog, an animal caught in an act forbidden. “Shit,” he said, his tone cautious. “I can’t go.”

You blinked, the words taking a moment to settle. “Seriously? Az, Rhys is expecting an update.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere enough. It didn’t matter. “But you can handle it on your own, you know this.” 

“Are you serious?” you said, the hurt slipping out before you could stop it. “I don’t want to deal with Keir alone.”

Azriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll talk to Rhys, but Selene’s been wanting to—”

“Never mind,” you cut him off, shaking your head. You forced a smile. “Have fun tonight. And tomorrow.”

Azriel scanned your face. After another moment of silence, he sighed.

“Okay, what is it?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You clearly have something on your mind. Tell me.”

You hesitated, holding his gaze. “I actually wanted to talk to you about Selene.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened instantly. He looked away, his tongue running across his teeth as he shook his head. “Not you too. Don’t be like this.”

Your frown deepened, offended by the immediate shift in tone. “Be like what? I haven’t even said anything yet.”

He met your eyes again, his stare almost challenging. “We both know what you’re going to say.”

“Do we?”

“First Mor, then Nesta, and now you.” His voice was sharp, but not loud. “Should I be concerned that the females in my life are so quick to rally against my girlfriend?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms to mirror his pose. “Well, yeah, Az. Maybe you should be.”

He rolled his eyes, the shadows at his feet flickering with the motion. “Fine. What do you want to tell me, then?”

For a moment, you hesitated, the words lingering on the edge of your tongue. Azriel had always been good at looking through you, unraveling thoughts you hadn’t fully formed yet. And now, under the weight of his sharp gaze, you felt exposed.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

Something flickered in his expression, quick and fleeting—too fast for you to decipher. For the first time in a long while, Azriel felt unreadable, like he’d drawn a curtain between himself and you. “Really?” he asked, his tone tight, almost incredulous.

You faltered, a small thread of doubt weaving its way through your resolve. Was he happy? Would he even tell you if he wasn’t?

“Yes, really,” you replied, a defensive edge creeping into your voice. “You’ve been distant lately. Running around at her beck and call. None of us know her. I want to understand what’s going on with you. I want to understand her.”

Azriel’s wings shifted again, his gaze hardening.

“I want to make sure this is the kind of relationship you want,” you finished, quieter now.

The room fell into silence, heavy and still. Azriel watched you as if he was turning your words over and over in his mind. You waited, unsure of what to expect—if anything at all.

“I wouldn’t be in a relationship I didn’t want. Can we drop it, please.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. What a strange, dismissive answer. It bothered you— bothered you more than anything he’d ever told you before. 

“Az, I just don’t want you to change who you are for someone. You don’t need to cater to her every whim.”

His expression darkened, shadows curling tighter around his boots. “I’m her boyfriend. I do what she asks.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to stop the scoff that slipped out. Azriel had never been so clipped with you. “That’s not the definition of a boyfriend. That’s the definition of a bitch.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, his wings flaring in irritation. “Excuse me?”  His voice cut through the room. “Do you really think I’m some incompetent love-sick loser?”

“I think you stop seeing flaws in the people you love.”

The words hung between you, heavier than you’d anticipated. A small part of you wondered if “love” was the word Azriel would use to describe his feelings for her. Another part worried that he didn’t correct you.

“That’s not true.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” he snapped. “I can clearly see that you’re being unfair. Quick to judge, much like Mor. That’s a flaw.”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, “You know what I meant. The people you’re infatuated with—”

“Where is this sudden concern coming from?” he interrupted, his shadows now beginning to curl between you like restless mediators, unsure where to settle. “Are you trying to cause issues?”

Something ran hot through your body.

“Seriously? I’m talking to you about this because I care. Because Elain had some cryptic feeling about you—”

“Elain is involved in this conversation, too?” His voice dripped with frustration now. “Gods, Y/n, should I send word for Gwyn while we’re at it? Get her opinion?”

“What the hell has gotten into you?” You took an authoritative step forward.  “I’ve never judged you. I’ve always tried to support you and your messy love life, no matter how complicated. Don’t you trust me, Azriel? As a friend?”

Azriel didn’t respond immediately, his shadows flickering uncertainly, still deciding whether to retreat or rise.

You gestured around the room. “Look at this place. You’ve erased all traces of your family—of you, of us. Where did you even put—”

“Oh, gods.” Azriel’s voice broke through, and for a moment, you thought he might crumble. His wings folded, and his hand dragged across his face, the weight of his exhaustion sinking in. “She was right.”

You froze. “What?”

Azriel met your gaze, his eyes hesitant for a heartbeat before turning sharp. “About you. Selene said you were jealous. That you had feelings for me.”

The words hit like a slap, and your world tilted on its axis. “What?” you asked again, your voice breaking on the word. Maybe you had misheard him. Maybe he had misspoken.

“I told her she was wrong. But now…” He let the sentence hang in the air, searching your face for something that maybe wasn’t even there.

“Now, what?” Your voice rose, tinged with anger. “You think I’m here because I’m jealous? Because I have some… crush on you?”

His wings flared slightly at your tone, but he didn’t back down. “I don’t know. It’s just—why else would you care so much about this?”

Your stomach twisted, a deep, cold ache settling there. “Why else?” you repeated, the words bitter on your tongue. “Because I care about you, Azriel. Because you’ve been my friend for centuries. Are you seriously confused about this?” 

For a moment, Azriel’s expression faltered, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he said, “I didn’t ask you to care about my love life.”

“You didn’t have to,” you snapped, stepping closer. “That’s what friends do. But you’re standing there, letting her perception of me—someone who doesn’t even know me—warp your judgment. You’ve known me longer than that. Or at least, I thought you did. And the fact that you’d entertain this—” You stopped, shaking your head. “It’s insulting.”

Azriel said nothing. He just stood there, shadows now curling tighter around him. 

You had no idea how this conversation had gotten away from you, no idea how it turned into this—where this defensiveness, this anger, had come from. This wasn’t Azriel. Loyal, overly so. Impulsive. Protective. 

Or maybe it was. Maybe that loyalty was directed at someone else now—someone who clearly saw you as something threatening. You’d never been on the other side of Azriel before. Never thought you’d see the day. The realization hit like a slap to the face, leaving you shocked, stunned, a pit opening in your stomach that felt too deep to climb out of.

“You know what? Forget it.” You stepped back, the fight draining out of you all at once.

Azriel’s brows furrowed. “Really? That’s it?”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, your lips curving into something that might have been a smile if it weren’t so bitter. “Yeah,” you said, your voice flat. “That’s it.”

You turned for the door, hand on the handle, but paused. The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, sharp and pointed, a petty jab that felt equal parts satisfying and hollow. “Make sure to lock this door when you leave—I’d hate to accidentally stumble back in and throw myself at you.”

Azriel stiffened, his wings snapping taut behind him. For a brief second, you thought he might say something, anything. But he didn’t.

You closed the door behind you with a heavy thud.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

authors note: no one tell them they probs have feelings for each other bc they’ll probably fight you (also elains moment is so self indulgent bc i would totally be making shit up based off my powers. like yeah actually you can’t be mean to be :/ powers are saying you’ll die if you are)

Part Two

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Band-Aids and Painkiller

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Bucky X Reader: so it’s Civil War alright, and Bucky and the Black Panther are fighting (like usual) and the reader is a civilian and she sees Bucky losing to T'Challa so she jumps inbetween them just as T'Challa slices at him and she gets hurt?

A/N: No Civil War spoilers because I haven’t seen it yet.  But guess who’s going to go see it…THIS GIRL!  TONIGHT!!!  I’ll prob post pics later, because I’m dressing up in my USO girl costume that I made for Halloween.  But yeah, no spoilers.  I’m going to try and write/post another one today, but the wi-fi at my school’s hella spotty and sometimes the filters block Tumblr.  But I’m going to my friend’s house after school, so maybe I can post from there…?  Anyway, hope you like this one.  Also, if I never post on here again, it’s because Civil War KILLED ME.

Oh, and tagging the lovely @pleasecallmecaptain and @mattymattymerduck, of course.  Love ya! 

-

You love standing on the roof of your office’s building.  You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows about it, because no one’s ever up there.  So whenever things get to be too much, you take a breather by coming up here.

You sigh, staring out over the vast expanse of the city.  Finally, some peace and quiet.

Apparently, someone didn’t get the memo about that.

You suddenly hear distant thuds and grunts coming from across the roof.  You assume the worst and walk cautiously over, ready to avert or shield your eyes if necessary.  Then you hear something metallic, like sharp pieces of metal scraping across a chalkboard.

You round the corner and stop, frozen.  In front of you is a man and…someone in a black, cat-like suit?

Your mind flashes with recognition and you quickly identify the man as Bucky Barnes, the subject of a massive man-hunt that’s taken place over the last few days.  You remember the news reports saying that he’s a dangerous fugitive from justice, a cold-blooded killer, but all you can think about right now is how he looks like he’s getting the shit beaten out of him.

“Hey!” you shout.  Both of them pause momentarily and look up at you.  “I don’t know what you two are doing…well, I mean, I’d guess you were fighting…but could you not?”

You could almost swear you catch a ghost of a smile on Bucky’s face.  No sounds from the cat guy.  

And then, just like that, they’re back to fighting again.  The cat guy clearly has the upper hand, and you start to notice the cuts and bruises that seem to litter Bucky’s face.  

And after that hint of a smile, you can’t help but think that maybe everyone has it wrong.  

Suddenly, your feet are moving you towards the fight and you certainly don’t remember telling them to do that.  Bucky takes a hit and falls to his knees.  He only barely dodges a punch from the other guy, and you don’t want to find out what happens when the next hit doesn’t miss.

And suddenly you’ve thrown yourself between the two of them.  It’s almost like time slows down.  You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, and you can see the cat guy’s arm inching toward you.  It seems like he tries to stop it, but the momentum’s already going.

It’s then that you realize that in addition to his cat-like appearance, the guy has little metal retractable claws.  And as stupid as it is, the only thing you can think before they reach you is, Wow, this guy must really like cats.

The claws slice down through your arm and suddenly everything’s back in real time.  And there is very real pain shooting through your arm.  You stare down at the claw marks in disbelief, still not 100% sure that this is actually happening to you.

The cat guy stops and retracts his claws, immediately grabbing your arm and inspecting it.  He removes his helmet and you recognize him as T’Challa, the king of Wakanda.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod.  “I’m-”  He looks past you and starts.  You turn to follow his gaze and realize that Bucky has escaped.  You try not to let your relief show on your face.  

Suddenly, T’Challa grabs your other arm and grips it in a vice-like hold.  You look up at him, shocked.

“Are you an ally of the Winter Soldier’s?” he asks.  

“What?” you ask.  “Who, that guy?  Bucky Barnes?”  You cower under the king’s fierce stare.  “No, I’m not an ally.  I’m just a normal person.”

“Then why did you help him?” he demands.

“I just…I don’t like violence,” you reply, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.  T’Challa just shakes his head, dropping your arm.

“Do not get involved again,” he says.  “Or we will be forced to bring you in.  And I am sorry about your arm.”

“Wait, who’s we?” you ask, but he’s already gone.  You look down at your bleeding arm and suddenly feel nauseous.  You’ve lost a fair amount of blood.

Slowly, you stumble down the stairs and get someone to call you an ambulance.

-

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home.  

At first, you’d thought you’d just be able to go in, get stitched up, and leave.

But then various agents from different government organizations had shown up.  

And then a guy that you were pretty sure was the Falcon, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses. 

And then the reporters.

Armed with bandages and painkiller, you throw the door to your apartment open.  You deposit everything on the floor and throw yourself down onto the couch.

Your eyes flutter closed and you know that you’re on the brink of sleep.  That is, until you hear a crash in your kitchen.  You drag yourself up from the couch, grabbing the nearest weapon you can find; in this case, a lamp.

You creep to the kitchen, half stealthy, half disgruntled.  Nothing prepares you for what you find.

On the floor of your kitchen is Bucky Barnes, the man from earlier.  You can see a dark brown stain through his red shirt.  Your heart drops when you realize it’s blood.  

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you say and he looks up, his breathing labored and shallow.  “Welcome to my home.”

“Um…” he murmurs.  “I didn’t mean to barge in.  It’s just…you helped me earlier.  And I have nowhere to go.”

“You weren’t like, followed here, or anything right?” you ask, grabbing the first aid kit from one of your cabinets.  “I’m not gonna have to fight the cat dude?  Cuz we both know how that went for me last time.”  

Bucky emits a noise that you could almost describe as a laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough.  And then he coughs up blood onto your tiles.

“Okedoke,” you say.  “Well, I’m not a doctor, but that looks bad.  And I’m assuming that despite the fact that I’m not a doctor, you want me to do my best to clean you up.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his eyes pleading for help.  You go back to the living room and get the bottle of painkillers that the doctors gave you.

-

Two hours later, you’ve mostly got everything handled with Bucky.  He walked you through stitching him up, and you almost puked twice.  But you didn’t.  

After that, you insisted on putting a band-aid on every cut you can find.  Bucky argues against it, at first, but eventually realizes it’s no use.  

But of course, you don’t have normal band-aids, so you’ve just covered the former Winter Soldier in Frozen and Disney Princess band-aids.

“You good?” you ask, as you help him down onto your couch.  “Not bleeding from anywhere else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bucky says.  “This is some damn good painkiller though.”  You toss him the rest of the bottle. 

“Take it,” you say.  “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it more than I do.”  

“Does that hurt?” he asks, gesturing to your arm.  You look down at it and chuckle.

“After all the wounds I just sewed up for you, I don’t think I have the right to complain about my scratches,” you say, cleaning up the bloody towels.

“No, I don’t-” 

“They’re fine,” you reassure him.  “I’m on the same painkiller as you, remember?”

“You’re remarkably calm about this,” he comments as you continue to clean up the room.

“I’m sure I’ll freak out sometime,” you say.  “Just haven’t had the time to process everything.”  Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.  “For earlier.  And now.  I think you saved my life twice.”

“Yeah, well maybe when all this is over, you can take me out to dinner as a thank-you,” you quip drily.  Internally, you panic.  Where the hell did that come from?  

“You know, I think that’s the first time someone’s flirted with me in 70 years,” he replies, and you’re surprised by the teasing tone in his voice.  And even more disarmed by the gorgeous smile on his lips.

“I was not flirting,” you say defensively, avoiding his eyes.

“I mean, I know I’m from 1940s and all,” he smirks.  "But I don’t think the world is so changed that a girl asking a guy to dinner isn’t flirting.”

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” you say, picking up a blanket and tossing it at him.

“Hey!”  You walk over and pick up the blanket, spreading it over him.  He looks up at you, confused.  “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” you say.  “And as much as I like you, I’m not inviting some strange guy to share my bed.”

“Oh, I was just going to-”  He starts to get up, but you gently nudge him back down.

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you say.  “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping on the street.”  He tries to protest, but you cut him off with a look.

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters.  You nod and stand up.  You reach past him to turn off the light, and without even thinking, plant a kiss on his forehead.  

Your brain goes back into panic mode.  You see him visibly stiffen and mentally face-palm.

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “Stupid…force of habit.”

“No,” Bucky says quickly.  “That’s not…I wasn’t…That’s just…uh…”

“It’s fine,” you say.  “You don’t have to-”

“That was the first time anyone’s touched me…and not hurt me…since…” he trails off, gesturing to his metal arm.

You shake your head as you realize what that means.  You don’t know his whole history, but you can’t help but want to hug him and ki-

You cut your thoughts off before they have a chance to go any further.

“Well, the night’s still young,” you say, unable to resist joking.  “I might be a crazy serial killer.  There’s time for that.”  Bucky laughs and you get a warm feeling in your chest.

“Good night, Bucky,” you say.  

“Good night, (Y/N).”

-

When you wake up, you know he’s gone before you even walk out the door of your bedroom.

The couch pillows have been fluffed, the blanket neatly folded.  There’s no trace that Bucky Barnes was ever in your apartment.  Except…

You walk into your kitchen and are met with a bouquet of sunflowers, already in a vase.  You reach into the flowers and pull out the small slip of paper.  On it, in a feverish scrawl:

Don’t forget about our dinner date.  I’ll be back. 

And in spite of everything, you can’t help but smile.

Chase (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: The one where the reader was Bucky’s partner during his HYDRA years and have been living together in his apartment, dating and laying low on the radar. That is until he was suddenly brought into a mess. 

Warning/s: Contains Civil War spoilers. 

Author’s note: I feel like this imagine didn’t turn out the way I expected it to be. But I hope you guys like it!

Dating and being on the run with her ex-partner in their HYDRA years was awesome and tough. Awesome because the two of them are finally free from everything that had happened and isn’t HYDRA’s puppet anymore. Tough because now that HYDRA has fallen, the whole world is on to the remaining agents of the fallen agency. 

(Y/N) and Bucky had finished buying fruits and other things in the nearby market and headed back before someone recognized them. While they crossed the road, she noticed Bucky turn the other way. She raised an eyebrow and followed him to the newspaper stand. She caught a glimpse of the vendor scurrying away to the crowd. 

She furrowed her eyebrows and watched as Bucky pick up a newspaper from the table. She looked over his shoulder and saw a headline about the Winter Soldier and a picture of a guy that had the same features as her boyfriend. 

“Okay so when you told me that you were going out to buy our dinner for last night, you were actually going to go somewhere and bomb a building?” She asked him in curious disbelief. 

Bucky shook his head and pursed his lips. “I didn’t do this.” he said and looked at her. 

(Y/N) searched for a hint of lie in his eyes but found nothing. She clenched her jaw and looked around. “Someone’s on to us. Well, to you.” she said. “Let’s go.”

When they returned to their apartment, they found a man with a shield standing in front of the fridge and pick up a notebook on top. Bucky and (Y/N) exchanged knowing looks and watched him silently. Bucky held her hand just in case something happens.

“Heads up, Cap. Special forces are headed on south.” They heard someone say through his earpiece. 

“Understood.” The man said. 

He must have felt someone looking at him so he turned around to face them. He looked at both of them before his eyes settled on Bucky. “Do you know me?” he asked. 

Bucky didn’t answer for a second. He only stared at him. “You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” he told him. 

“They’ve set the perimeter.” The guy on the earpiece said. 

The man, named Steve, placed the notebook down on the counter. “I know you’re nervous.” he stepped forward. “And you have a reason to be. But you’re lying." 

"I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky told him. (Y/N) squeezed his hand in reassurance and he squeezed back. 

“Well the people who think you did are coming here now. And they’re not planning taking you alive.” Steve told him. (Y/N) sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“Oh great, this again.” she muttered. 

“That’s smart. Good strategy.” Bucky said, looking up. He looked at her and squeezed her hand. (Y/N) sighed and went to the couch and removed the seats to grab her guns and knives. 

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve told them. 

Bucky had a faint smirk on his features. “It always ends in a fight.” he simply said. 

“You pulled me from the river.” Steve said, raising his voice slightly. “Why?" 

Bucky sighed and looked at him. "I don’t know.”

Steve looked at him with slight annoyance. “Yes you do." 

Suddenly two grenades have broke the windows. One landed on Steve’s shield while the other landed next to (Y/N). Bucky’s eyes grew wide and he grabbed her arm, pulling her next to him. Steve covered the grenade with his shield as it exploded. 

The windows burst open and in came the police. The three of them fought them as they raided the area. (Y/N) wounded them with her guns and knives while the two ex-soldiers punched and kicked and blocked their shooting. 

"Buck, stop! You’re gonna kill someone.” Steve told him, grabbing hold of his arm. 

Bucky tackled him on the ground and punched the wooden floor beside Steve’s head. “I’m not gonna kill anyone.” he told him and grabbed his backpack. He threw it on the other building next to their apartment and it landed on the rooftop. 

One special force had entered the area and began shooting at Bucky. Steve stood up in front of him and blocked the bullets with his shield. Bucky threw him to the side and walked up to the man while blocking the bullets with his metal arm. He flipped him over and knocked him down. 

“You okay?” Bucky asked (Y/N). She nodded. 

Someone had began shooting at the door. (Y/N) looked at Bucky and told him, “Follow me.” She kicked the door open and threw punches and kicks at the special forces in front of her. Bucky jumped down on the stairs and knocked down the police that were heading up to them. Steve followed them. 

Bucky grabbed (Y/N)’s waist and broke a railing and swung down to the next floor, grabbing hold of the broken railing with his metal hand. He kicked the door open and both exited. (Y/N) helped Bucky knock the police down while Steve followed them, throwing his shield to help them. (Y/N) looked up at him and nodded her head towards him. 

She watched as Bucky jump over the railings and grab hold of another railing below. He yelped in pain as he did so. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Bucky, you show off!” she yelled and ran down the stairs to meet with him. 

Bucky kicked the door open and it led to a small path and the balcony. (Y/N) looked over to him in disbelief. “Oh no, don’t tell me we’re gonna jump.” she told him. 

Bucky glanced at her and smirked. “We’re gonna jump.” He said before taking her hand. He dragged her along with him and jumped off the building they were in. (Y/N) shrieked and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact of the ground. 

When their feet touched the ground, (Y/N) rolled around and groaned in pain. She clenched her fist and leaned her head back on the ground, panting.

Something blocked the sunlight on her face and she opened her eyes and saw Bucky standing above her. He grinned at her. 

“That wasn’t too bad, was it, sweetheart?” He asked, extending his hand to her. 

(Y/N) glared at him and took his hand. “You know, I would kick your ass right now if we weren’t chased by the special forces and Steve. But I’ll do it later, after all this is finished.” she told him. 

Bucky smirked and grabbed his backpack. Both of them started running when someone had jumped out of nowhere and pounced on both of them, making them lose balance. They looked up and saw a person wearing a black suit and looked like a panther. 

(Y/N) wolf-whistled. “Cool suit.” she told the new guy. 

The guy charged towards Bucky and both started fighting. (Y/N) attempted to help him but she was kicked by the guy with the suit to the wall. She groaned in pain and watched as both men continued fighting. A helicopter started shooting at them but only lasted for a minute before someone flew by and pushed the thing. 

Bucky pushed the guy off him and ran towards the edge of the building. He jumped down and so did the other guy. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in annoyance and stood up. “Thanks Buck.” she said to no one in particular and jogged towards the ledge where Bucky jumped down. 

“Excuse me, ma'am.” Someone said behind her. She turned around and saw Steve running towards her. Before she could say anything, he jumped down and chased after the two guys. 

(Y/N) sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “And here I thought we’re gonna have a normal day today.” she said before jumping down, following the three guys. 

When she got down to the tunnel, she saw the cars gathered around on one side. She ran towards it and climbed over. She squinted her eyes and saw Bucky take motorcycle with a car speeding behind him and a guy chasing after them far away. She walked to one of the cars and asked the driver to get out. She drove to where the three men are. 

She saw someone flew above her followed by an explosion. She gasped and accelerated the car she was driving. She saw a car rolling around the place and caught a glimpse of Bucky and the other guy rolling on the ground with Steve running towards them. They were soon cornered by the special forces. A gray Iron Man suit also flew down with them. 

“Stand down. Now." 

(Y/N) pulled over and ran to the scene. "Bucky!” She yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone. She ran to Bucky’s side and looked around. Police forces were surrounding them with their guns pointed at her, Steve, and Bucky. Bucky held her hand and gave it a squeeze. 

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal.” The guy with a gray Iron Man suit said. The police forces all circled around the three of them and pushed them down on their knees. 

“uşor! hei!” (Y/N) told one of the police officers that pushed her down. (“Easy! Hey!)

Minutes later, she was locked in the same van as Bucky. Inside, she exhaled deeply and leaned her head against the van’s wall. Bucky noticed this and nudged her side. "Hey, are you okay?” he asked her. 

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from all the running and punching and stuff.” she told him. “By the way, thanks for leaving me all alone on the rooftop a while ago. It was pretty sweet of you.” she added, snickering. 

Bucky realized what he had done and groaned. He shook his head and gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I—" 

(Y/N) cut him off with a laugh. "It’s alright. You were being chased, I know.” she said and scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re alright.” she murmured. 

(Y/N) failed to see the soft smile that crept up onto his features. He dropped a kiss on her hair and rested his head on hers. 

Side note: For the part where the reader spoke a different language, I used google translate. So if the sentence is wrong, blame google translate hahaha.

Nightmares. (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier Imagine)

I haven’t done a Marvel imagine before so bare with me. 

I hope you enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You possessed a special ability that let you look into people’s possible futures and pasts. Before meeting the Avengers, you had no control. You’d just touch someone or look into their eyes and see their future or past. You’d feel their pain of a loss or their end. But over the months, you’ve gotten a better grip of your power. Now, all that was needed to activate your powers was a touch.

Except when nightfall came. Your mind would replay all the terrible things you saw. If someone saw their parents getting murdered and you saw that event unfold through their eyes, you would be haunted by the moment at night. You couldn’t control it once your eyes closed and you were sent into a slumber. 

But Tony and Bruce came up with special medicines that would help you sleep aimlessly. It made you feel like a mental patient but if a goodnight’s sleep is the benefit, you were willing to pay the price. 

Bucky would often have night terrors about his days being held in Hydra. He wandered around the tower to calm his nerves until one night he found your bedroom door wide open. Bruce walked out and gave him a small smile before disappearing into his own room. Curiously, Bucky entered your room and found you calmly asleep on your side, clinging onto what seemed like a bear. 

He noticed the bottle of pills that was at your bedside table. He was about to steal some pills, in hopes of helping himself sleep as well, but he found himself entranced by your calmness. He’s seen you walk around the tower in the day time, you were always uptight and careful not to make contact with anyone. To see you calm at night somehow calmed him. 

And so every night Bucky needed to be calmed down, he found himself sitting next to your bed and watching you sleep. 

One day, everything seemed to be alright. You were all discussing random matters. The team were getting into playful arguments and you had muttered something sarcastic that only Wanda caught. She laughed and hit your knee playfully. You were instantly sucked into the moment her brother, Pietro, died. Wanda had actually felt the bullets penetrate through her brother and you felt Wanda’s emotions flood through you. 

Bucky had been watching you carefully. He saw how your eyes widened slightly as they turned a bit glossy and then he nudged Steve and nodded your direction. Steve went up to you and noticed how stiff you became. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You looked into his blue eyes and all you saw was his doomed future. 

He was walking up what seemed like a capital building when a single bullet flies through the air and pierces his heart, leaving him for dead. 

“I’m fine.” You lied. “Just tired. I’ll go to my room and rest.” Before you left, you turned and told him,. “Stay away from capital buildings, Cap.” 

The rest of that afternoon you attempted to calm yourself. Bruce had told you not to say anything about the future because you could cause a ripple in the timeline, but you couldn’t just let Steve die like that. 

That night you were restless, Bruce stayed with you until you fell asleep. It was already 1:56 am and Bucky was already on his way to your room. Bruce was leaving her room. “She’s a little restless and upset.” Bruce informed the soldier. “Might be best if you found a different way to calm yourself for tonight.” 

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.” Bruce dismissed Buck and allowed him to stay in there for a little bit. He was no position to argue, he was completely tired. 

Most nights, you were completely still but tonight you were frantically moving around. Your bear had been pushed off the bed and had face planted into the floor. Bucky picked in up and put it by you again. He’d hum a tune of a Russian lullaby in an attempt to calm you. 

As the hours passed, you became more still. Bucky was about to get up and leave, feeling calmed himself until you sat up straight and screamed. You looked at Bucky in surprise. “What are you doing here?” 

“I watch you sleep sometimes when I have a nightmare.” He confessed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nightmares.” You deadpanned and reached for another pill until the Winter Soldier stopped you. “What the hell, Buck?” You snapped, quickly moving your hand away from his. 

“One pill a night. It says it on the label.” Bucky explained. “Wouldn’t want to overdose now would you, doll?” 

“I need to sleep, Buck.” You sighed, putting your head in your hands and then you grabbed your bear. 

“Why do you sleep with a bear? Aren’t you too old?” He joked, cracking a smile. 

“Funny, coming from you.” You laughed. 

“Scoot over.” Bucky said. You shook your head frantically. 

“I don’t want to-I’ll see.. Buck, no!” You panicked and then he held out his wrists to you. You gave him a weird look. “What?” 

“I used to have nightmares about jumping out of planes.” He explained. “Then I did it. Now I’m not afraid. I’ve noticed how you refuse to touch people. I get it. You’re afraid so you have nightmares about your visions. But sometimes, you have to face your fears.”

You gave him an unsure look before grabbing onto his wrists. You were prepared for the war and the Hydra brainwashing sessions but you were unprepared to see a wedding. It was pure and white and gorgeous. Bucky was watching as his soon-to-be wife walked down the aisle and you smiled slightly when you saw that you were the woman in white.

You let go of his arms and smiled at him which he returned. You scooted over and the two of you talked all night long.

The next morning, Bruce would come and wake you up. When he opened your door and saw you snuggled up next to Bucky, he couldn’t help but smile and get the other avengers. 

After that night, you and Bucky would share a bed and just talk then wake up next to each other. Soon, you finally embraced your abilities. You knew that you couldn’t have done it without him. You looked at him while he slept, you were slowly drifting away too. 

“It all started with those damn Nightmares.”

29. All I want is you! 50. So whose the unlucky girl?

Requested by @justareader —-

There you were, sitting outside under a tree. You were lost in your book, not once taking your eyes off the pages.

Bucky watched your from afar. A smile appearing on his lips. He was captivated by you. Ever since the first second he saw you walk in to Tony’s lab, he was hooked.

That was about six months ago, and he had made it his mission to get to know you.

But little did he know, he would start to fall for you. Which brought him here.

He took in a deep breath, and started toward you. His heart was pounding profusely with every step he took.

“Hey.” He muttered, capturing your attention.

You shot your gaze up to him, squinting your eyes as the sun blinded you for a moment. “Hi!” You smiled.

Bucky loved that smile, it was the one he had memorized.

“I kind of need help with something.” He exhaled, digging his hands deep into his pockets.

You closed your book, and propped up to your feet. You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. “So whose the unlucky girl?” You teased.

Bucky swallowed hard, glancing at the floor then back to you. His stomach was churning more and more. “Uh–”

“Let me guess, is it that girl from the bar! The blonde chick that you slept with?Because she didn’t seem like your type. Just saying.”

He shook his head feeling the heat radiate off his body. “No.” He exhaled. “Actually, it’s you.”

Suddenly you were frozen. As your eye brows furrowed, you locked your gaze with his. Scanning his face for bluff. “Bullshit.” You lightly chuckled.

Bucky quickly licked his lips. “I’m serious Y/N. All I want is you.” He stated. “I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“B-But what about–what about the blonde? The one you’ve been–”

“I tried to push my feelings aside but I couldn’t because, she’s not you.” He expressed. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”

“Buck-”

“I love you Y/N.”

Part 1: >>Here<<  Part 2: >>You’re Already Here<<

Imagine: Finding your husband, Bucky, after you are both unfrozen in the modern era. Your daughter, who was taken by Hydra and put into the Black Widow program, escapes and she goes to find you both in the Avengers Tower. [x]

FRIDAY: There is some one to see you Mr and Mrs Barnes. They say their name is [Daughter’s/Name]. Y/N: Alright, thank you FRIDAY. Show them up… *looks to Bucky* Bucky: That’s what you named our baby, wasn’t it? *smiles sadly* I bet she was beautiful. Y/N: She was… She- [Daughter’s/Name]: -Hi. You’re James and Y/N, right? *smiles* It’s nice to meet you I’ve been waiting for so long… Y/N: A fan of the Avengers, are ya?  [Daughter’s/Name]: Ur… I suppose you could say that. But I think I’m closer than that to you.  Bucky: How so? [Daughter’s/Name]: I’m your daughter.

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Steggy au: The world Steve woke up to after 70 years had changed … except for his best girl who was as brave, tenacious and beautiful as ever. “Howard had his theories, your blood, vita-ray exposure, that kiss, but nothing conclusive really to explain my accelerated healing.”                     As always, they made a formidable team and together they fought to bring down Hydra once and for all. [ my steggy secret santa gift for galaxyqueenrey ]

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Reminder that Steve Rogers was born in 1920, and Bucky Barnes was born in 1917, which means that Steve was in his early twenties during the war, and Bucky was in his mid twenties. I know that they’re both portrayed by 30 year old men, but really? They probably looked more like these guys:

Don’t forget that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had to grow up way too fast, not only because of the war, but because they were teenagers in the Great Depression, they were part of an extremely marginalized group during a time of extreme tension, and the whole dead parents thing. Don’t forget that Steve and Bucky probably never got to do dumb teenager things because they both had to do whatever work they could to stay afloat and then a WAR happened. 

Think about all that pressure once Steve was “Captain America” and became a propaganda piece. Think about the atrocities of war that they’d have seen. Think about the fact that they both faced death. Think about the fact that Steve’s best friend died. THINK ABOUT HOW THESE KIDS ARE NOW SUDDENLY 95+ YEARS OLD. Think about Bucky, waking up and technically being maybe 27 and having to reconcile all the things HYDRA made him do as the Winter Soldier.

Peggy Carter was born in 1919. She is only a year older than Steve. She’s still in her twenties during Agent Carter, y’all. Let that sink in for a moment. She’s still in her twenties.

That flashback scene in The Winter Soldier with the “I’m with ya till the end of the line”? They were teenagers then. TEENAGERS. 

REMINDER THAT THE MAIN CHARACTERS OF CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGERS WERE ALL CHILDREN.