Lay Me Down

Lay Me Down

Pairing: Ex Bucky x reader

A/N: I was listening to Sam Smith’s “Lay Me Down” on the metro the other day and legit cried because that song is so sad and the way he sings it is just so gut wrenching. So I decided I would hurt myself and make this fic about it. So like prepare for angst. 

Yes, I do. I believe. That one day I will be, where I was. Right there, right next to you.

Anguish. Complete and utterly wrecked. Torn apart and left to bleed. This is how you felt when Bucky Barnes left you. What happened between you two couldn’t be qualified as a break-up because that meant that both parties had to be present. No. Instead you came in one morning to find Bucky gone and a note was all he had left you. Saying he couldn’t be with you because he couldn’t put you through it. Couldn’t bare to destroy you the way he had been destroyed by Hydra. 

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Praise You Like I Should

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No under 18s thank you

Summary: Two months have passed since you first came into the pack after Steve had claimed you before them. You are still coming to terms with your new life and identity as an Omega. As you approach your first heat, you are overwhelmed and seek out the comfort of your Alpha.

Pairing: Darkish!Steve Rogers/Reader; Alpha!Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: AU, Dub-Con, Lumberjack/Alpha/Werewolf Steve, Darkish!Steve, Praise Kink, Cock Worshipping, Breeding Kink, Breast/Lactation Kink, Bad Language, ABO Themes, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Omega, Sex

Word Count: 6467

Notes: This is a follow-up one-shot to Hey There Little Red Riding Hood. You don’t have to read it, it’s basically just smut! Thank you to @viciousdenofsacrilege​ for beta’ing this like a boss. I am forever grateful and owe you a snake.

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Crisp, fresh snow crunched and compressed under your boots as you stepped out into the biting, frozen breeze. You bundled further into the thick, woolen blanket wrapped around your already frigid body, the heavy coat you already had on doing little to stop the nip of the icy air.

The soft crunch echoed throughout the small clearing. You found it odd to be living so deep in the forest and yet you had never seen any wild animals call this part of the forest home in the time you had been here.

Deep down you knew it was to do with the tall, statuesque blonde and his family that oversaw and protected the woods, like generations before them. A never-ending cycle of forest dwellers fueling town gossip and folklore you had been brought up with. Whispers of ghosts, ghouls, werewolves and fae-folk.

You hadn’t believed the tales, laughing it off as a poor game of Chinese Whispers passed down between generations of folk in a small town.

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Dark Webs - Chapter Four (Dark! Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings:  Topics of death, PTSD and depression,  substance abuse, angst, violence (this chapter does get a little graphic for those sensitive to gore and violence) ignoring some of the MCU timeline/AU, Also this chapter has a pinch of smut

Word Count: 5562 (A bit longer - but I promise, it’s worth it!)

Summary: You begin to give Peter some space even though this is probably the worse time to do that as Peter finally begins to hit his rock bottom…

A/N: I really am hoping the tags work this time (slowly but surely becoming like Tom when it comes to work social media!). Let me know what you guys think, I’ve been loving all of your kind words! If you want to be added to the tag list, please send me a message and I’ll add you on for next week! Xx

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BOY WONDER

PAIRING(S): Peter Parker x Reader

WARNING(S): Language that Steve would smh at

WORD COUNT: 1817 words

TAGGING: @baezen @claritycas @obiwanker @oheleven

Author’s Note: This is so friggin short bc I think peter is the cutest, most sweetest, and purest little BABY in the planet — BABY — the only issue is that I think he’s so young tho like i physically could not. So, like, super sorry but I couldn’t pda much so I was left with this. 

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“Shhh,” You hushed your baby brother quietly. Thomas — or Tommy — was the only person you’d burn the world down for. He was your world. For three years, it was only you and him, and him and you. It was your job to look after him, and lately, you’ve been doing a pretty shit job.

Tears streamed down his face as he gasped for air. Poor Tommy was having a panic attack. His asthma didn’t help either.

It was 1:04 am.

You knew if your foster parents woke up it would be the end of it. You started rummaging through your shitty excuse of a room.

Where was that damned inhaler?

You could have sworn you kept a spare in your shitty eight-dollar Captain America Walmart backpack. You gripped your backpack by the bottom, turning it over then shaking the living daylight of it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Your stupid books: check. Your stupid pencil case: check. Peter Parker’s stupid math notes nobody understands but copies anyway: check. Your brother’s inhaler: no fucking check. You paused and dropped your bag. You gripped your hair roughly. You began tugging your [Y/H/C] locks in desperation.

Fuck. If this really was your only hope, then so be it.

You snapped your head at Tommy. You rushed over and bent down, lowering yourself so you were still on your feet. You lightly pressed your hands on Tommy’s face and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “Hey, Tommy, listen, we’re gonna go down the fire escape, okay?” You whispered. 

His [Y/E/C] eyes at you, a clear reflection of your face in his eyes. “You’ll be just fine — we both will,” You reassured him, “I just need to quickly get you an extra inhaler. Nothing’s wrong, okay, sweet cheeks? Just an average run to the store.” You breathed out silently. You gripped him below the armpits then raised him to your waist as you stood up.

For a few seconds, you stared at the small mirror hanging beside your bed. You blinked once, twice, then stopped your hand from rubbing Tommy’s back. You stalked towards the mirror and threw it onto your bed without another thought.

You stared at the small, fist-sized hole in the wall (proudly punched by yours truly), along with a small six-shooter gun hidden inside.

You blinked again. Then once more. Then slipped on your Walmart shoes and carefully ducked yourself and Tommy out of the window.

In your pyjamas, at 1:07 am, you and your brother began making your way to Uncle Joe’s Drug Store.

Here’s a background story on your tragic life.

Born and raised in Sokovia

Sokovia blew up three years ago

Captain America fails to save your father

Your mother, your brother and yourself get flown to America along with thousands of Sokovian refugees

Your mother is deemed “unsuitable” to raise two children as she has no profession and has no way to support herself — let alone her children

Your brother and yourself get separated from your mother

Your brother and yourself find a way to land yourselves into a household of two assholes who only wanted you for the money the government was willing to pay

You stood in front of the closed drug store. 1:47 am. Your brother had fallen asleep on your shoulder safe and sound, yet still out of an inhaler. Sure, you could keep working your waitresses job and babysitting job (yes, a sophomore juggling two jobs at once), but both your next pay checks could barely hold the budget of your weekly food, let alone another inhaler.

This was your only hope, you told yourself repeatedly.

Your heart felt heavier by the second, your mind running a million miles per hour. You shouldn’t do it. But you needed to do it. You didn’t want to do it.

You stared at your brother for a few seconds, then climbed the nearest fire escape of the apartment beside the drug store. You rested him on a safe place and wrapped your jacket over him, covering him from sight.

You knew this neighbourhood inside and outside – like the back of your hand. The amount of times you had to visit for your brother’s medications allowed you to memorise the amount of cameras. Where and when they moved, the perfect angle to cover your faces — like a choreography. It was all unconsciously memorised. You didn’t mean to… you think? Maybe you did know this was coming. One way or another, your life was too fucked up for easy.

First: aliens, next: your country blowing up, now you were about to rob a fucking drug store to keep your baby brother’s health in check.

You took a deep breath and looked away from little Tommy. You reached behind your shirt and pulled your six-shooter from the waistband of your red Dora the Explorer pyjama pants.

Before you could do more, a light crunch of the rocky floor came from behind you.

You snapped your body into a 180 spin.

What the fuck? 

Your heart began beating uncontrollably at the sight of ]Spider-fucking-Boy himself.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“You really don’t wanna do that.” Spider-Boy said.

You frowned. Your gun now pointed at the head of the Spider-Boy. “Please, just go away.”

He cocked his head to the side. The asshole wasn’t even scared. He stayed silent. Just stared at you for a while. Was he gonna say something or just stand there gawking?

A few minutes past, and finally, he spoke. “That isn’t really how super-hero and super-villain confrontations work, though.”

Your heart kept beating faster and faster by the minute. “Listen you twitching maggot, I need to do this!”

The red man in tights skipped — fucking skipped — towards the nearest car and lent his body lazily on it. “That’s what they all say.”

Why did he sound so familiar?

You scoffed. “I don’t really give a shit.” 

He whistled. “You have a potty mouth.” He pointed out.

“I don’t fucking care.”

Spider-Boy tilted his head again. “What do you want with this store anyway, [Y—], l-little lady.”

Your brows furrowed.

Was he about to say your name?

“I don’t know how often you do this, but there’s usually not this much talking.”

His eyes grew wider at your words. “That’s the second time someone’s told me that!”

You rolled your eyes to feign your nerves. Was he going to do something or not?

“Are you gonna let me go or not? Look here, Spider-Boy, if you really want to help, you’re gonna walk away from this.”

“How is this helpi – Spider-Boy?” His voice grew higher at the name.

You made a face as you shrug your shoulders. 

“N-no! It’s Spider-Man!”

You gave him a blank stare. “Mmmkay.”

He was silent for a moment. He matured a short sentence under his breath, though you couldn’t hear. “What were you trying to get in the first place? Why not look for a job? You just seem so young – besides, y’know that Joe clears out all of his cash before he leaves, right?”

You squinted. “None of your damn business, twerp. I need something else.” 

Spider-Man made a move to get closer, only for your gun to raise higher. You probably would’ve verbally threatened him if it wasn’t for Tommy.

A soft groan came from the fire-escape you hid your brother under. He was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. You quickly hid your gun behind you. “What’s happening?” Tommy asked.

Your face softened. “Tommy, go back to sleep.”

His eyes blinked slowly. “Spider-Man.” He pointed his little finger at said hero.

The boy in red awkwardly waved back. “Hey,”

You ignored him and took a step closer towards your brother. “Go back to sleep, Tommy.”

Tommy ignored you and attempted to reach his arms down at you. “Where’s my medicine?”

You gulped. You took a quick glance at Spider-Man. “I dunno if I can get it today, Tommy.” A hand suddenly gripped your arm and dragged you away. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Shh!” his hands flew to your face, covering your mouth. “What medicine?” He whispered.

You slapped his hands away. “None of your damn business, you pre-pubescent tool bag.”

Spider-Boy’s face grew closer to yours in exasperation. “I’m trying to help you!”

You shrugged his hands off of you. You tried to shove him aside, only, he barely even flinched. “Help me by pissing off, you jackass!”

He groaned loudly at your stubbornness. He narrowed his eyes at you, then turned abruptly. He began stalking towards the door of Uncle Joe’s Drug Store and knelt down. He began picking the lock.

Once he was inside, he reached into his suit and began ruffling through the pockets. He was muttering something inaudible as his hands wondered around the pockets.

All the while, your head had fallen sideways in confusion.

Next thing you knew, his hands slammed onto the counter. He left a series of crumpled notes and began digging through the counter. He ripped out a piece of yellow sticky notes and scribbled a quick note, then a trace of a smiley-face. 

His red body suddenly spun around and started rummaging the drawers. Again, he was muttering. He was probably reading the labels. Your suspicious narrowed eyes only grew smaller at his actions. “Psst!” You hissed. “What the hell?” 

He only ignored you, instead, letting out a quick cheer as he snatched two small boxes out of the cabinets.

Spider-Man then proceeded to skip – skip – towards you then plopped down the two inhalers into your palms.

You blinked at the boxes. “What?”

He looked back up. You seriously wished you could see his eyes right about now. The white balls were so big you had no idea where his eyes were. Awkward, but whatever, not the point. “For your brother.” He stated, pushing your hand into your chest some more.

Silence.

You stared at your hands.

More silence.

Then you stared at his face.

Were you supposed to hug him or something? Thank him? Yeah – no – you didn’t see that happening. 

You gulped. You were so not good at social interactions. “Hey, Boy Wonder,” You blurted, getting his attention off your brother and towards you. You took his head-tilting as a sign to continue. “I — uhh —” you sighed and shoved your gun into his hands. “I wasn’t gonna shoot you.” 

His eyes grew wider at the feeling of the gun, then his eyes squinted ever so slightly. “Wait, you’re weren’t?”

“If your spidey senses are really as good as you think they are, you’d know it isn’t even loaded.” Before he could reply, a loud gasp fell from your lips. 

Waitaminute waitaminute waitaminute.

You looked up towards Tommy, then back down towards Spider-Man. Then at your hands. Then back at Spider-Man. "Holy fucking shitballs.”

“What - what is it?” Spider-Man looked alarmed, head frantic as his head jerked around to san your surroundings.

“Peter, is that you?”

(1) Bucky and The Bed

Pairing: Bucky Barns x fem!reader

Words: 5500+

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only small house you find  in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky’s become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Series Type: Fluff, smut, mutual pinning, slow burn, snow everywhere.

Series warning: F-bombs. SMUT in later chapters.

Chapter type: Fluff, mutual pinning.

Chapter warning: F-bombs, undressing (graphic), nudity(not graphic), NO smut in this chapter.

A/N: This is my submission for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​ ‘s Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! My prompt is, “There’s only one bed”. I took some inspiration from 'Spy Kids 2’ and 'Charlie’s Angeles’(2019). Hope I don’t disappoint you and you enjoy it!

An unfortunate mix up of thoughts and words. A slip of tongue. It was a simple case of slip of tongue, which created a  havoc in not only the building but also Bucky’s life.

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Flowers Bloom - Chapter 6

Series Summary: Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,111

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A/N: Okay Flowers Bloom is coming closer to an end! Maybe like, one more chapter and an epilogue? Let me know how this one is!

Everything was going wrong.

Bucky watched from the car as Steve talked to a blonde girl in a suit about something, but his mind was elsewhere. He wondered what Y/N was thinking. He wondered what she thought when she saw the TV. She’d have found out who he was. Bucky felt his chest squeeze as he wondered what she thought of him now.

Did she see him like he saw himself? A stone cold killer with no conscience?

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