Worth It - Bucky Barnes

Every Word - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 890 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Featuring: a lot of people Warnings: swearing, sick Requested by @lclb12 “You’re sick with the flu and no one wants to come near you except for Bucky. Bucky gets you everything you need, but the only thing you ever wanted was his love. One night you were half asleep when he tells you he’s in love with you. You had heard every word he said and you tell him you love him unconditionally.” Authors Note: sorry it’s a bit shorter i didn’t have much time to write this one.

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You had been in your bed for two days now. You only got out of bed when food was placed outside of your room, and when you had to use the bathroom. Which, the bathroom had been a “(Y/N) ONLY ZONE” until you got better.

You didn’t really know how you got the flu, but you did know that it sucked. No one wanted to even go near you in fear that they would catch it, and you could barely leave your bed.

Everyone just seemed to assume that it came from all the missions you’ve been taking on recently. You were pissed, nonetheless, you really just wanted to help the team out and take down the bad guys.

You also had a problem of zoning out and having major daydreams or flashbacks while being sick. You were only brought back to reality by your phone buzzing with texts.

From: “Man made of Iron” How are ya doing?

From: bird suit are you done being sick yet

From: Wanda: the awesome telekinetic Do you need anything? I can send it to your room.

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

Captain’s Mischiefs

Request: Bucky is having a hard time and the reader suggests he gets a service dog, which they name ‘Captain.’ 

Word Count: 1, 678

Contains: Endless fluff.

A/N: Loved writing this! Hope you all enjoy!

Three days. It had been three days since Bucky had emerged from his room. He didn’t even come out for food. No matter how much you bribed him with promises of pizza and hamburgers, he remained entrenched in his bedroom. He vehemently refused to speak to anyone, even you.

You tried to ignore how much this hurt you. You had thought that Bucky had trusted you enough to let you in his life, to let you see the parts of him that not even Steve had seen. But you were wrong. Once Bucky let his emotions and traumas take over, you would lose him for days on an end. If it was hard for you to see him like this, you couldn’t even begin imagining what Bucky was going through.

Steve sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “He’ll come around, Y/N.”

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A/N: Alright, this is one shot requested by anon, thank you :) Right now it’s just a one shot, but if you will like it, I can write another chapter or more. Just let me know. :)  Takes time probably before Thor first movie or somewhere around beginning, since Loki here is still that innocent boy he used to be. Gif is not mine.  

Imagine living on Asgard and being simple, shy girl. One day you catch Loki’s attention, just because you are as different as he is. 

Oh, why me? Please, why me? You lamented in your mind, walking through the room in palace, among a heap of people, most of them drunk. They were celebrating another success in battle but you’ve never been interested in.. well, this.  You were quietly looking for your father, trying not to draw attention. After a while you found him, with his head on  the table and probably sleeping. You rushed towards him, shaking his shoulder. “Dad. Daddy. Father!” you raised your voice and he quickly moved up his head. “What-..what..is going on, sweetheart?” “It’s really late, mother asked me to bring you home. So please do not make it worse than it has to be. Come with me,” you tried to convince him, since he looked like he wanted to lie on the table again. “Wait a minute, Y/N. Just give me a second,” he murmured and you sighed, then sat beside him into the corner. “Alright, a minute. Then we are going home,” you replied and leaned against a wall. You went quiet and looked around. When you saw your neighbour, a girl not much older than you, sitting on Fandral’s lap and laughing, you just raised your eyebrows and looked away. There was a really loud older prince with his friends and women who acted just like your neighbour. But then someone else caught your attention - younger prince Loki, who quietly with his eyebrows furrowed, read his book, between all this mess and loud people. But it didn’t seem to bother him at all. You tilted your head to the side and smile formed on your lips. He was unlike everyone else in the room. Calm, quiet and sober. You watched the way one black lock of his hair fell across his forehead and then his pale fingers put it back on place. You slid your gaze lower on his book and after a while of looking, you recognized you already read this one. When you returned your sight back on his face, your heart skipped a beat since his eyes were set right on you and he looked amused. You quickly looked away, feeling heat on your cheeks. You nervously bit your lip before shaking your father’s shoulder again. “Dad, come on wake up. We need to go,” and walk past both princes so let’s get over it as fast as we can, daddy. “Let’s go then,” he mumbled and got up. You quickly caught up his elbow to prevent him from falling and then you lead him further. Your cheeks burned again, knowing you were with every step closer to prince Loki, from whom you couldn’t take your eyes off just a few minutes ago and he saw it. “Something caught your eye, lady.. what is your name?” You heard prince’s smooth voice and you closed your eyes. Why me? Oh, why me again? You turned to him and met his playful eyes and amused smile. “My name is Y/N, your highness,” you bowed down your head and took a deep breath, “and I.. well, I just.. I’ve read the same book,” you replied finally. “Really? And what did you learn from it?” he asked, looking like he was truly having fun. You bit your lip again, not so sure how to answer. “I do not wish to take you a chance to learn it yourself, my prince,” you replied with a small smile and he laughed. “You are clever, lady.. Y/N,” he added after a short pause. The way his voice gracefuly played with syllables of your name made you shiver, “May I accompany you? It seems you need a little help,” he pointed at your father, who was now leaning against the table. You slightly nodded. Loki got up from his seat and while you lead your father out of the room again, you felt touch of his fingers on your waist for a moment. Then he took your father’s shoulder on the other side. Just when you were about to tell him he should not do this, he spoke frist. “So tell me, do you always read books or you just read this one?” You felt his gaze on you while walking under the sky full of stars, but you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t help your smile. No man ever wanted to talk with you about reading books. Except him. “I always do it. All the time. Father says that no one is going to pay me for reading books so I better find something else to do but I just can not help it.” “Me either,” he replied and you looked at him. With that simple answer you felt like you could tell him everything you wanted to talk about but no one was ever interested, “I am learner and magician rather than.. warrior.” “Now, that is truly..” “..strange?” “Special. I think it’s special.” You kept looking into his eyes, smiling a little. You kept watching his handsome face and graceful moves. “We are nearly home, so.. thank you for your help and company, your highness,” you said and he smiled again. “Just Loki, please. And, my lady, if I may ask you, meet me tomorrow after lunch right on this place,” he pointed at the tree, a few meters behind you, “if you want. I have something I am dying to show you.” You kept looking at him, even when your father started mumbling something again. Is the prince really asking me to meet him again? “And what is it?” you asked, walking towards your home and leading your dad the right way. “A surprise. Will you come?” This must be a dream. “Gladly,” you answered making him smile. Then he turned over and walked back towards the palace. That night you didn’t sleep a single minute.

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Oh Captain, My Captain!

Title: Oh Captain, My Captain!

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader

Summary: You just want a relaxing night out at a bar, but creepy dudes have other ideas.

Based On: Blue Bloods by Laurel

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Tagging: @liqhthouse @imagine-assembling-the-avengers (hope you don’t mind being tagged Angel!)

Warnings: Drinking, Assholes being Assholes, Pretty vulgar language. (I think that’s it! Message me if you find anymore!)

A/N: My first marvel one-shot! Let me know what my Little Angels think!

The bar was lit in amber light from the brown lampshades hanging above each table. Patrons muddle about, not too many were there, it was Wednesday after all. A few had struck up a game of pool in the corner of the room, but most just sat quietly in their booths, or at the counter where you were seated.

You signaled to the bar tender to refill your drink, scotch on the rocks. You take a sip, then return to people watching. It had been a long week, and it was only half way done. On Monday you had a double shift, then you coworker had a family emergency and you had to cover her shift. On Tuesday you had issues with what your store ordered, so that was screwed to high hell, and somehow your boss was blaming it on you, even though you have literally nothing to do with what they stock. And today, you had several moody, dick-bag customers blowing up at you, and yelling in your face because they were trying to use 3 year old coupons, and because of their own stupidity. How you managed to survive this long without maiming someone was incredible.

You took another well deserved sip of your drink as someone slides into the seat next to you. You ignored him at first, hoping he would take the hint, and stop looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat. But, nope! Just your luck that Neckbeard had to pick you out of all the people in this bar, just great!

“Hey Gorgeous, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” God, you could smell his breath from where he was sitting, alcohol clearly present in it. You looked him over, his jeans are worn and fade with holes in them, a plain white T-shirt which is covered with various stains you don’t want to know about. His brown hair to greasy, and he smells like he hasn’t showered in days. Why couldn’t he see you wanted to be left the hell alone.

“Trying to have a relaxing night in the middle of the week, but a few people” You glare at him, “Are making that impossible.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I get it, some people just can’t take a hint ya know? That’s why you gotta be direct about it, flat out tell them you don’t won’t to talk to them.” He was clearly not taking the hint.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“See, there you go just like that, say I was wondering, you wanna ditch this bar and head back to my place?”

“No,” he seems baffled by your blunt response, like he hasn’t heard it thousands of time before.

“You bitch, I have been nothing but kind to you, and you tell me no!” You are about to start into him when out of know where a large hand grabs his shoulder.

“I suggest you apologize to the lady, before things get ugly.” The voice attached to the hand say in a threatening manor. Neckbeard can’t see the man holding him, but you can. And damn, this man is huge, and quite handsome.

“Hey buddy, shove off this has nothing to do with you.” Neckbeard turned to face him, and you could instantly see the regret on his face.

“First off, I am not your buddy, second either you leave the nice lady alone, or you’re gonna have to deal with my fist to your face. Understand?” Neckbeard nodded his head vigorously, then quietly muttered an apology to you. A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, a smile spread across your face. That was by far the funniest thing you had seen that week. The blond man turned to you a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry about him ma'am, some men are real pigs,” He turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Wait!” he looked back to you, a questioning look on his face, “You should stay, in case he comes back you know” He smiled at you, like he knew what you were doing, and in all honesty he did, but you were pretty cute, and seemed interesting. “I’m (Y/N) by the way, and you are?”

“Steve,” He told you

“Well, Steve, has any one ever told you, you have some of the prettiest blues eyes?” You leaned over toward him. Man, you were never that bold without a little alcohol in you blood stream.

“Are you flirting with me?” A smug smirk was on his lips.

“Maybe,” You ended up talking to each other till last call, which you then exchanged numbers, and told him to call you. Which he did, the next day, that was the first of many, many dates to come. Now, Steve’s only mission was to never, ever let the other Avengers find out about you, the amount of teasing he would receive would be unbearable. But they did, when Tony and Clint went through his phone to look for people to prank call, only to find a contact under the name, sugar. The teasing would never ever let up after that.

I'm Not a Pin-Up Girl

Summary: Steve tries to comfort the you because you’re self-conscious about your figure since everyone expects Captain America to be with a pin-up girl.

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: negative body image

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You could hear his crying as you passed his room. Another nightmare. Both Steve and Tony had told you to keep your distance, that it was best to leave him whenever he had his nightmares.

You hated it.

Bucky raised his voice again, causing you to tense and almost tremble. Inside you were having a constant battle, deciding whether to ignore your friends and disregard your safety or to ignore the screams of pain, yet again.

“…No! Stop… Please…” You closed your eyes briefly, ignoring the warnings that had been sent your way so many times. Using your pyrokinesis, you quickly melted the lock, opening the door a crack. Bucky was huddled on the bed, as he shook back and forth. He was audibly crying out, still locked in the dream. His shirtless body was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy and ragged.

A few seconds passed as you stood frozen in the doorway, undecided about whether to enter the room or not. Slowly you approached him, halting a few feet from his bed. “…Bucky?”

His eyes shot open, the tortured cries lapsing into an unverving silence. The man didn’t move as you sat beside him, trying not to look too sympathetic. “Another one?”

Bucky lifted his head and looked over to you, the answer residing in his eyes. Yes. He leant into you suddenly, shuddering brokenly which was something that made your heart stop. Murmuring assurances, you combed your fingers through his hair pulling him against you.

His arms snaked round your waist as he buried his face in your shirt, trying to hide himself from whatever terrors haunted him. You wondered what dream he had this time, and as you went to examine him you saw him looking back at you. Seeming more broken that ever.

“Why are you here?” His voice hoarse as he broke the silence that had fallen around the room.

“Because you need someone,” You shrugged, leaning back so you could see him better in the dark room. His metal arm was reflecting in the light, and reminded you all too much of the first meeting you had with the Winter Soldier.

He looked away from you. “…You’re not scared of me?”

“Why would I be scared of you?” You glanced linking your fingers with his in a gentle grip.

“Everyone else is,”

“Well everyone else are idiots,” You commented, “You’re not someone to be scared of. I trust you,” He stared, with wide eyes, at you as if he never expected those words to be aimed at him after all that he’d done.

Bucky stared at your interlocked hands, refusing to meet your eyes, “Why do you trust me, of all people?”

“I know the real you,” You smiled gently.

After a few moments you shifted your body, resting your head on his chest, the beat of his heart echoing in the silence. At first you felt him tense, but slowly he unclenched, resting his head back on the bed.

Relaxing into his body, you glanced up at his now peaceful features. His eyes fluttered closed, a hand falling onto your waist and tugging you into him.

The two of you fell asleep quickly, the only noise being your gentle breathing. You wished you could say that the morning was as peaceful, but you were awoken to Tony shouting about how you had melted yet another door in Stark Tower.

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Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader Pt. 2

Part One   Part Two   

Seeing as part two was a huge success here is part two.

*** Story-line: Steve has gone off on what was supposed to be a two week mission and the next day he would come back to visit his wife. The mission goes south and takes three months. Meanwhile, (Y/N), has become panicked especially since Steve has been unable to contact her. In fear for her husband’s life (Y/N) has taken their ATV and decided to drive as far as she can until she reaches someone who can tell her what has happened.

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When I see Steve, you think as you trek across the highway, the ATV having died long ago and too far away from a gas station, your thumb hitched out. I am going to hit him so hard he goes back to the forties. America’s Idol my ass, making his pregnant wife hitch hike cause the dumbass can’t even pick up a phone, or send a letter. A car pulls up alongside you and you grin at the dark skinned man and his passenger with that had long black hair and pale skin. 

“Would you like a ride ma’am?” The darker skinned man asks. Your knees nearly buckle under the instant relief. You’ve been walking for twelve hours. 

“Yes please!” You say graciously as you open the door and take a seat behind the driver. Your tired legs are cramped from the lack of space. “Terribly sorry to ask this of you,” you say a few moments later as the car zooms down the highway. “Can you move your seat up?” 

“Of course,” the dark skinned man says and the seat moves up making you nearly moan from happiness. 

The other man gasps angrily. “So you can move your seat up for her, but not me? That’s cold Wilson.” 

“Well, one she’s pregnant. Two, she didn’t try to kill me or my car.” The man, Wilson (?) replies with a smirk before turning behind to you. “So where to ma’am?” He asks with a smile and the other man turns on some of yours and Steve’s favorite music. “Dude, really? You and the other fossil I am going to throw myself onto the highway someday if I always have to listen to this music.” 

You laugh at Wilson and the other man catches your grin, from both the music and his friend, and sends you a wink. “Stark Tower, or as far to there as your going, and my name is (Y/N) not ma’am.” You pause for a minute before saying, “I like his music.” 

“Well Miss. (Y/N) you’re in luck cause I happen to be Stark’s friend and I have to say your music taste is not that good. I have waters, other drinks, and some snacks in the backseat. My name is Sam Wilson, and that’s James.” He motions to his friend. “So, why is a very pregnant woman going to Stark Tower?” 

“Is it Tony’s baby?” James asks and you begin to laugh harder than you had in a long time. James looks at you slightly frightened and Sam is smirking. 

“Dear God no. I just need to speak with someone there. A distant cousin.” You tell them before, whilst feeling incredibly rude but too hungry to care, reaching behind you and grabbing an Arnold Palmer, Nutella, Ritz, and pickles. You can barley help yourself as you begin to devour the food. The music plays softly in the background. When you finish the food you lay your head against the window whilst the vibration of the car and the music lull you to sleep. 

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Steve’s POV

Sam, Bucky, and I got back today and I instantly went home to (Y/N) to explain we got sold out and were stuck in Romania till twelve hours ago. I gave Sam and Bucky the car from the hanger with a promise of explaining this place later. I run as fast as I can once they leave inside and see a layer of dust on everything, including the letter on the dinning room table.

Steve, If your reading this and I’m not beside you be prepared for a whole load of ass whopping that’s coming your way. It’s been three and a half weeks without a peep and I have raging hormones. I have decided to take the ATV and go to Stark Tower and demand answers. I know this will reveal our secret but with the worst is true no one could be after me…. I refuse to think that. –(Y/N)

My stomach drops as I imagine what she must have gone through making me feel like a total dick. I run back to the hanger of the jet, speed dial Tony, and take my motorcycle before speeding off to see if I could find (Y/N) on her way there. 

*** Your POV

A hand shakes you out of the best sleep you’ve had in ten weeks. You groggily lift your head up as you take in your surroundings a fog of sleep still around you. “What?” You ask your voice cracking a little and your body screaming and demanding more sleep. 

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” James says softly as Sam types in a code. “We’re here.” You lift your head up from your arm resting on the window and look outside in time to see Sam pulling into a parking structure underneath Stark Tower. 

Sam pulls into a spot that says ‘BIRD MAN NO.1 NO.2′ in spray paint underneath was a chibi of The Falcon making you gasp. You think back to conversations with Steve about Sam and Bucky before your mind puts the puzzle together. Your anger hormones that you’ve been saving for Steve leaks out at the two superheroes. “SAM WILSON AND JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES “I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR ASSES!” Sam and Bucky whip around in fear at your sudden out burst, and your overwhelming knowledge of their names. “You, have been able to contact my husband this entire time and never told me? Give me your god damn phones right now or I will strangle both of you.” You hold your hand out and give them a piercing glare. 

They both scramble to hand you their phones, Bucky wins and you instantly hit the Steve contact. The phone dials once and he instantly picks up.

“Buck, hey, listen.” Steve starts before you cut him off. 

“You listen here Steven.” Bucky gasps as he realizes who you meant by husband. “You said two weeks and I am pretty damn sure two and thirteen is pretty damn far from three asshole. If you are not on your way to Stark Tower I swear to God I am going to divorce you.” Without waiting for the apologies you knew were about to flood from his lips you hang up and then hand the phone back to Bucky. Both males mouths are wide open. “Well, either of you going to take me to my husband’s room?”

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