Pulse Part 17

Pulse Part 17

Part 16

Genre: Angst Words: 2,515 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, HMMMMM Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

A/N: I listened to Everybody Knows by Sigrid while writing this and man was it intense.

“How…” Samantha started, scoffing and shaking her head when she couldn’t find the words to express her disbelief. Bucky’s stomach pooled with guilt when he saw the look in her eyes. God, she must hate him.

“Explain this to me,” she finally said, her voice firm as she looked at the empty plate on the table in front of her.

Bucky cleared his throat, his eyes unmoving from his clasped hands in his lap. “She came to the gym for self defense lessons months ago. She has a stalker, needed to learn how to defend herself. It became a lot more dangerous than she anticipated, though, and after the police wouldn’t help her, she came to me. He hurt her. That’s why she was in here when you came home; I was looking after her.”

“That’s all?”

He closed his eyes, sighing, and that was enough of an answer for her because she went on. “You met her months ago, Bucky, and you didn’t even think to tell me. Were you just going to marry me without letting me know you met your soulmate? That’s a pretty large secret.”

“I know it is, I know.” He finally let his eyes meet hers and he immediately regretted it, because he just wanted to hug her. He missed her, he really did. She was his best friend and had been his rock for so long. “I honestly didn’t think having a soulmate would matter. I knew I loved you and that was enough for me-”

“But it wasn’t enough,” Samantha interrupted him coldly.

“It’s not that it wasn’t enough, Sam. Something just happened, okay? It… It’s more than just the heartbeats. I tried to not let myself fall into her, but there’s this pull- this pull that you can’t fight even if you use all of your strength, because the longer you fight it, the sicker it makes you feel. It feels like you are physically ill, walking around without a functional body because part of it is missing.” 

When he sees the tears building up in her eyes, he runs his hands over his face in frustration. “I know you don’t want to hear that either, but that’s the truth. When you were gone, we spent some time getting to know each other further than we had when I had trained her, and I-I love her, Sam. I was made to love her and I can feel that.”

His eyes become blurry as he tries to explain the overwhelming emotions that drive him toward you without driving Samantha away from him at the same time. He didn’t want to hurt her more than he already had.

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Phoenix Rising II

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: none Summary: Post Civil War and Bucky can see color, meaning he’s seen his soulmate, yet he doesn’t remember anything. A/N: This is really OOC cause it pretty much has Bucky’s time in Wakanda not existing and just has him going back to Stark Tower. Whoops.

Part I

You had been injured pretty severely in the last battle the Avengers had let you be a part of. Luckily you would heal and it was only your eyes, not a leg or an arm. 

You had been blinded before so healing wouldn’t be that difficult, it would just take a long time. This was the main reason you weren’t allowed to intervene in the fight between Steve and Tony, also because you seemed to be the only person who was against the two fighting at all. 

At this point in your healing your vision was blurry, but you could see. It was as if you needed extremely strong prescription glasses. Tony decided that since you would be “blind” for a while, a seeing eye dog was in order. As much as you kept telling him that it wasn’t needed, he just used it as an excuse for the team to have a dog.

Eventually you gave in as the dog would probably help ease tension between everyone. You also gave Tony the condition that Steve could name the dog. That’s how you ended up with a Shetland sheepdog named Eleanor. 

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Goodnight, Darling. Sleep well.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: loving Bucky was the best feeling ever. Today was your one year anniversary.

A/N: hey guys!! Marvel, finally. Yes. I’ll be picking up requests later and damn are they interesting. This was refreshing to write. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): blood and gore.

Word count: 500

He was rude to them. Defensive to them. But he was shy to you.

He was rough and he pushed you away but you were persistent.

Love may not heal but it certainly does help.

There were tears in his eyes when he embraced you. When you confessed how much you loved him.

His love was the best you had ever tasted. His love would bring flowers every sunday and give them to you with a corner mouth kiss, his love would take you out on dates, his love would hum songs to you when you couldn’t sleep, his love hugged you just a little bit tighter before letting go. His love gave the most loved kisses. His love was the best you’d ever tasted.

‘trust me, doll!’ he grinned as he danced you around the room. He was in his boxers and sando. You were in your underwear and his shirt. Swing music played in a soft audible frequency. The light dim, it was late at night.

‘bucky, i can’t!’ you giggled as he twirled you around.

'you can!’ he laughed and pulled you in his arms as you two moved to the music. You shook your head and hid your face in his chest. 'aww.’ he cooed and hid you in himself before jumping on the bed.

'must you leave me, oh so alone tomorrow?’ you got off him and positioned yourself next to him.

'sadly, yeah.’ he brushed out a stray hair from your face.

'but it’s our anniversary tomorrow!’ you protested.

'the damn world has knack for getting in trouble, babe.’ he put out his arm for you to snuggle in. And you did. 'but (y/n), my love. I promise I’ll make it up to you 'morrow night.’ he looked at you and winked. You chuckled and lightly slapped his chest.

'you better, james.’ you rested your head on his chest.

All he could think was how special tomorrow night would be. He hoped it all just went well.

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His breathing was ragged his vision blury with all the tears of pain that wouldn’t shed. His ears concentrating the noises of bullets flying. On the broken voice of steve, his best friend, coming through his com. He was losing touch of everything. He was sitting in something wet… Blood. His blood.

All he could think about was how he slipped away this morning without waking you up because he hated saying goodbye to you. Now, he probably couldn’t. Ever.

'come on.’ he tried the phone tony had given to him for missions. 'come on you, piece of shit!’ he gritted his teeth and snifled.

'bucky?’ you asked.

’(y/n).’ he leaned his head against the wall. A slight relief. 'hey, baby.’

'hey, sugar… Guess what I’m doing?’ you smiled.

'what?’ he gulped trying to hide the pain in his voice.

'making dinner for you! Everything your favourite and I’ll wear that dress you love and i just, baby, im so happy! Eep!’ you hit nat in the head with the spatula by mistake.

'awesome.’ he smiled. His vision started to go black. He wasn’t able to control his breath now. 'I’ll be home, okay?’ he assured you. Or maybe himself.

'i know. You can’t ever leave me if you ever wanted to. I’m the best.’ you grinned and natasha shot you a glare.

'very true.’ he breathed. 'you’re my favourite gal.’ tears rolled down his cheek.

All he could think about was the ring in the sock drawer.

'baby, do me a favour, after i hang up find me this thing in the sock drawer.’ he said. You said a “sure!”. That was it. He couldn’t breath his eyes were closing. He was seeing a bright light. That’s what happens when you are near end. It’s not god, it isn’t heaven. It’s your eyes giving out. He knew it. They taught him that.

'i’m gonna get some sleep now…..’ he breathed. 'i.. Love you… ’

'i love you too.’ you made your to your bedroom. Then sat in front of the sock drawer. 'Goodnight, darling. Sleep well.’ the phone then slipped from his lifeless fingers.

A Thief In The Night

CHAPTER 1

SUMMARY: You’ve been struggling for the last three years to survive, stealing to eat. You five rules; Only steal from the wealthy, always stay somewhere new, be honestly when you can, never steal more then you need, and never get attached. Your luck went dry, and then you stole from the wrong guy. Now his friend and colleague (Bucky Barnes) won’t stop till he finds you.

      Off topic, I realized after I started writing this, it’s going to be a very long story, lots of Chapters. Mainly cause I don’t know how to cut out stuff so y'all know what going on. But I promise, it’s does pick up. I have about six parts already, I just need time to edit them.

  You hated doing this, slowly you slipped your hand in the man’s back pocket on the busy subway platform. Your eyes glued to the back of his head, a part of you hoped like hell you’d get caught one day.

   You were so tired of just trying to survive to the next day, you had rules though. Only steal from the wealthy, always stay somewhere new, be honestly when you can, never steal more then you need, and never get attached. Those rules lead to your survival on the streets. Once upon a life time ago you would of been someone you would of pick pocketed from. However, life is a funny thing and here you were three years later, living life on the streets.

    You darted around the corner, slipping the wallet into your pocket. Your heart fluttering wildly. You found the stairs easily, dashing up taking two at a time, your head becoming dizzy. You tried to remember the last time you actually ate a real meal, not just snacking when you could find something.

   You hit surface level, cars bumper to bumper in the night, slick with rain. You finally braved yourself enough to open the object of your conquest. The black old worn leather wallet held six dollars, and an array of cards. Six dollars, enough to get you a meal and a new bottle of water.

   You pocketed the cash in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You approached the mail drop, opening it, tossing the wallet in there. You didn’t actually know that the items you dropped in them made it back to their owners, but it made you feel better. With any luck the man would notice his wallet was missing by the time he got home and canceled the cards. You did it just case, knowing it would be safe till tomorrow at the very least.

   You wandered into the diner you frequented, the waitresses knew you. You always took the same booth in the back, one where you could see who comes and who goes. You were just this side of paranoid, afraid he’d find you again. Your waitress brought your food, without you ordering.

   A commotion caught your attention at the door way. Four men came in laughing loudly, the tallest being the most boisterous. He flipped long gold locks over his shoulder as he clapped his smaller companion on his back. The last man that entered had his hat pulled low on his face, dark hair peeked out. He was tense, you could it from this distance. He casted a glance around the near empty diner, bright blue eyes landed on you for a moment. Slowly he followed his friends to a table in the center.

     You watched with amusement as Blondie through back his head, a roaring laughter escaping his lips at something the African-American man said, cracking jokes almost loud enough you could hear him. They seemed like unlikely bunch of friends. Three of them conversed together, the blonde, his jovial friend and the curly haired gentleman. Blue eyes just sat back in his chair, he seemed out of place. You watched them some more while you ate, your eyes focused on the Mr. Blue Eyes.

   He sat back in his chair partially reclined, rubbing his fingers on the scruff of his face. His leather jacket seemed old and well worn, his faded dark blue jeans tight around his thighs. Occasionally he’d nod his head at something one of the other three said, smiling once in a while but never talked.

  You finished your meal, tossing five of the six on the table, you walked to the door. Blue eyes turned his head to you as walked past, looking you up and down, a moment of tension coursed through his massive shoulders. You smiled sweetly at him before darting back out into the rainy night.

   Weeks went by, you had hit a dry spell, only coming up with a handful change each time you pick pocketed. You were getting weary, wondering when you’d have an opportunity to get some real food in you. Eating nuts and chips weren’t enough to keep you going long term, and you knew it.

   You crept the edges of the packed vendors market, a place you usually avoided, just as the sun was starting to set. The dense crowd made it easy to lift someone of their wallet but made it harder to escape. You causally watched your surroundings, your old canvas bag slung low on your back, you held onto the straps tightly.

   You watch one lady intently, pushing a stroller. She would stop at random booths looking over this and that, leaving her purse in open view and unattended. Casually you walked up next to her, her clothes gave it away. The hem of her pants were ragged and a patch covered the hole in the knee. Her shirt had faded from frequent washing, the absence of a wedding ring is what caused you to turn away. Single mom, probably struggling as much as you.

   You walked away, your eyes ever scanning. Finally you zeroed in, nice casual suit, beautifully tailored. Creases pressed neatly in place vertically along the pant leg. Perfectly polished dress shoes, expensive dress shoes at that. His arm casually over the shoulder of his male companion, who unlike him, wasn’t dressed to impress.

  “You know Banner, you need to get out more.” Suit stated loudly, oblivious of you.

     “I don’t think a crowded place is the best place for me.” His friend replied.  Slowly, casually and calculated you walked up behind them. Deftly you dipped your hand in his pock, in seconds a gloved hand caught your wrist. You eyes snapped up, an astonishing blue pair eyes looked down at you.

      “What are you doing?” His deep voice was rough, two options drop the wallet and run, or just run, with the wallet. Just as the suit started to turn you snapped your wrist down, breaking free of the blue eyed man’s grasp.

   You bolted, tucking the wallet into your jacket pocket as you went. You heard someone shout as your feet pounded the pavement, dodging and weaving between people. You picked up speed as you neared the table of a booth, seeing the open street behind it.

      Your dropped and slid on your hip under it, popping up on the other side. You took a quick look back the direction you came from only to see blue eyes in hot pursuit. Your heart fluttered a bit at the chase. You dart off down the street, trying to put distance between you two. You wove in out of the foot traffic, darting down back alleyways like the pro you were. This was your playground, you knew the city like no one else.

    You turned the last corner, the chain link fence just on the other side. Knowing freedom was just before you, you slung your bag down your shoulder as you ran. You swung the back and then hurtled it into the air, watching it drop down on the other side. You sprang up on the fence, climbing it like second nature, dropping on the other side like a cat. Landing neatly next to your bag. Blue eyes turned the corner, and stopped at the fence. His chest heaving, his eyes caught sight of you. You casually pick your bag up, slinging it back on your shoulders.

      “Give me the wallet, or I’ll hunt you down.” He stated, you gave him a playful smile, before sprinting out into the next street.

Miss you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader

Summary: Bucky isn´t heartbroken over your breakup until one night, he is.  

Based off “Miss You“ by Louis Tomlinson

Warnings: Sad Bucky, alcohol, heartbreak, mentions of nightmares (angst??)

Words: 1,691 

Is it my imagination?

Is it something that I´m taking?

All the smiles that I´m faking?

Everything is great, everything is fucking great

Bucky was doing just fine. He really was. So, for him, there was no explanation to why it seemed impossibly hard to get out of bed in the morning or why he kept thinking about calming touches on his shoulders and chest or why he didn´t want to go home alone. There was no reason for him to feel this way. He was over you, obviuosly. Why else would he have ended the relatioship? So, that could not be  it. He was probably just stressed out.

Going out every weekend

Staring at the stars on the ceiling

Hollywood friends

Gotta see them

´´Hey, we´re going out tonight. You coming with us?´´

This was about the fourth time in the past few days Clint asked him if he wanted to do something. And   it was not just him. Everybody seemed to suddenly have a weird obsession with Bucky participating in group activities. Especially Steve always wanted him to do something with other people. Bucky didn´t get it. He even asked him why he was did that, it was getting on his nerves. He wanted to be alone and dream of soft lips and gentle touches that never failed to calm him down when he woke up from a nightmare. Steve had told him that they were worried about him. That he didn´t look like he was doing well. Bucky didn´t get it, obviously. Nohing was wrong. He was doing fine without you.

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Enough Is Enough - Part 5

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the fifth part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic.I’m so glad that you are all enjoying this….your feedback is appreciated soooooo much <3 I am so sorry for the delay in getting this posted!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 1,498

Warnings: Language, upset, violence and mentions of injury and blood.

Disclaimer: GIF is not mine so all credit goes to it’s wonderful creator.

‘Enough Is Enough’ Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

PREVIOUSLY

It felt like an entire eternity had passed you by before you were finally able to force your thumb down onto the phone screen to open up the picture you had been sent.

There was Bucky, as clear as day, and next to him were Sam and Clint – both men seemed to be laughing at something he had said. During the time he was supposed to be here with you, whisking you away on the date he had been so desperate for you to agree to, he was with two of the boys who had caused you such grief at school.

It was happening all over again. He was using you to have a laugh with his mates….

You could feel the sickness beginning to rise up into your throat just as a knock echoed out around the room from your front door.

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