Im Still Not Ready For This!!!

I’m still not ready for this!!!

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Reposting this because the previous one didn’t work on mobile lmao

Crazy Realzation

So I had an amazon my dream last night and it involved Steve Rogers and Loki.

Fast forward to this morning I realize no one ever pairs these two so I was mixing their names together.

Steki- cute but a winner

Lokve - not so much

It’s then I realized their names combined make

LoVe

And that’s perfect for me cause they are complete opposites but it totally worked in my dreams at least.

Why have I never realized this before.

So this is me kinda requesting some LoVe fics

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What’s Mine is Yours

Bucky X Reader

Summary: This is based on the song “What’s Mine is Yours” by Kane Brown. I really loved this song and I hope you enjoy this fic. 

It was just another day, rather routine, and to him, it was becoming the norm. Bucky rolled out of bed, preparing for his run with Steve. He didn't have to worry about being quiet as you were out of town visiting family. A small twang went through him at not being able to kiss you good morning, something he was quite fond of now.

The run was fast and focused, the usual banter that was passed was now met with silence as Bucky set a grueling pace for himself. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, but he was trying to distract himself from your absence. It really didn't work all that well, especially when it ended with Sam just complaining more about ‘stupid super soldiers’.

His shirt was plastered to his chest when he entered his room. Usually, as long as you were awake, you would cat call him, letting him know just how hot you found him. He chuckled, hearing your voice as he pulls his shirt off, getting ready to shower.

Emerging he reaches for a towel only to find your bra hanging on the hook. The towels have fallen to the floor, grumbling he dries off and steps out going to the sink. He finds your makeup and hair things spread all over his counter seeming to take up every inch of space. How one person could have so much is beyond him, especially when you took a bunch with you on your trip. What made it more astounding was that this was his room. You had your own just down the hall.  He should be frustrated at the mess but instead, he finds a smile forming on in face instead. You have somehow managed to worm your way into his life and into his heart as well.

After dressing, he heads to the kitchen to start breakfast. He starts cracking eggs and putting the coffee pot to boil, the bread in the toaster. When the toaster pops he carefully removes a slice before putting it down again to toast a little longer. He pauses as he goes to place it on the plate realizing that he was preparing it just the way you liked it. This seemed to be a reoccurring thing the first day after you leave, he just automatically starts doing things and realizing that he didn’t need to. It was either, him being very intuned with how you worked or as Clint and Sam would put it, he was whipped. He really didn’t care what they thought, he was sure though that you put a smile on his face and he wouldn’t give up a single moment of it.

He could hear your key sliding into the lock. His back tensed as he waited for the moment you would finally open the door and see him. Sweat formed on his brow as you finally released your bag, calling out to him. He didn’t reply but as you throw your shoes off. You finally rounded the corner. He met your eyes and his heart started to fill and exploded with feelings. He had set up the room perfectly, candles arranged on almost every surface. Flowers were in a vase next to him along with a bottle of champagne. He could tell you were taking it all in and couldn’t find any words based on the slight quirk in your eyebrow. He decided he would do all the talking for the moment.

He lowered himself to one knee.

Take this ring

Forever now

'Til death do us apart

And take this vow

What's mine is yours

Every breathe I take, every choice I make

It might sound crazy

All my pain, washed away, in the blink of an eye

What's mine is yours

Every breathe I take, every choice I make

It might sound crazy

All my pain, washed away, in the blink of an eye

Yeah, you saved me

You got all of me and I don't need it anymore

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Start of Something New PT 7

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: usual self-depreciation, awesome friendness (that's totally a word) 

A/N: Hello All! Yes, I did actually complete 2 chapters this week hopefully I can keep this up! As always comments and even likes are appreciated. 

Everyone was finally seated at the table, drinks were served and food placed around to be passed, backups at the ready. Everyone was chatting until Tony stood up from his seat at the end opposite from Steve.

“Alright, people we may want to start with a prayer cause I heard one of our resident assassins cooked the meal.” He clapped his hands.

Sam chuckles and offered up, “It’s okay (Y/N) helped and I watched as we should be good.”

“Well, if I die it’s on you.” He sits down again.

With that dishes are pulled from the center and are passed around. There is a quiet chatter and praise from the smells. When the group begins to eat there is another round of praise. You are sitting next to Bucky and Wanda, for once you don’t feel a blush gracing your face. You had spent so much time talking with him you slipped back into the conversation from earlier.

Wanda nudges you gently, “Thank you for this fabulous meal it is perfect like usual.”

You nod but lean back to let Bucky into the conversation. “Well it wasn’t all me I had help and he did most of the work.”

He shakes his head denying that statement. “Hardly, I just followed your instructions. It was all you, do..” He cut himself realizing what he was about to say.

You cock your head trying to figure out what he was going to say. “Either way, thank you both for making the meal this evening it is delightful.” Bucky nods once again before going back to his food.

Steve strikes up a conversation with Bucky. “So did you learn anything from cooking with (Y/N)?”

Bucky nods, he had learned a lot especially little tricks that made things easier when cooking. He had found it mesmerizing the way you controlled the kitchen and the ingredients, seemingly making them bend to your will to create the perfect dish.

“I did learn some things, but mostly that I will never be as good a cook as (Y/N), she is a force to be reconned with. Especially with a knife, right training she could be better than most agents, with the knife control she possesses.” The group nods their heads and you see the wheels turning actually taking the statement seriously.

“Oh no, no whatever you people are thinking the answer is no.” You wave your hands to clear that idea away, shaking your head as well. “Nope, double nope.”

“Oh come on it’s not a bad idea,” Natasha says leaning to the side looking at you. “I mean you do live here what if something happened. You need to be able to protect yourself.”

“That’s what you people are for. That is one reason I moved here. I mean I don’t just keep you guy around for your looks. I mean you are here solely to protect me. Didn’t you get the memo.” You try to joke hopefully making them shift the conversation.

“Yeah well, what happens if we are all gone?” Sam says.

“That is why I have attack cats.” The group just looks at you, not sure if they should be laughing or not. “Yeah that’s right I have attack cats kind of like ninja cats. They will claw your eyes out.”

“I’m just going to ignore that though Skipper could probably just sit on someone and immobilize them,” Tony says actually thinking about it. “Regardless, this is a good idea, we should train you in self-defense.”

“Here let me say this again maybe a little slower though because it can be a hard word to understand. NNNNOOOOOOOO!” A scowl crosses your face that says that you are done talking about this. You turn to Bucky again to find a confused look on his face. “So would you like to do this again?”

It takes him a moment to respond before he nods his head. “If that is all I’ll let you digest my answer I’m going to call it an early night.” You get up and take your plate to the kitchen. With that, you head to your room.  

You felt stupid letting your emotions carry you like that. It wasn’t that it was a terrible idea it was more the things that came with that idea. With going to the gym came the questions and comments on how you could do so much better. ‘Why don’t you go on a diet?’ ‘You shouldn’t eat that it does nothing good for you.’ Not to mention the outfits you had to wear. It was either the skin-tight leggings that showed off every bump and roll or the sweatpants and baggy shirts that made you look even bigger. You were a have to lose weight before you go to the gym kind of person. Worse yet the thought of Bucky seeing you in said outfits; there were no-win scenarios for you.   

The next day at work went as expected, you were a little sluggish after last night. You weren’t quite sure how to handle the situation from last night. You were trapped in your own thoughts when Richard strolled up to your counter. He leaned over and paused not getting his usual greeting from you. He took his hand and waved it in front of you, attempting to get your attention. You finally blink and make eye contact with him.

“Hey, there you are sweet thing. Something bothering you?” The concern evident in his tone.

“No.. yeah,” you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, I’m just not sure how to handle it.” You let go of a giant sigh.

“What’s the issue? Maybe we can figure it out together.”

You take a deep breath. “So last night Bucky and I made dinner.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “No not what you think he wanted to learn how to cook.” Richard’s eyebrow lifts higher before he sighs and shakes his head at you letting go of whatever he was about to say. “So we made dinner and we are all sitting down and Bucky comments that I have great knife skills. Well, apparently their minds all connect this to that I need to start taking self-defense classes because in a building full of agents there could be a moment where there is no one here.” You look at Richard and see the exact same look the others had, that oh-that’s-a-good-idea look. You throw up your hands. “No, not you too. I am not taking lessons. This is my issue now I’m reacting the same way I did last night and I know I’m overreacting but still, I do have a say on what I will and will not do.” He didn’t seem to be letting the idea go either. “Oh please don’t do this to me can’t one of you respect my wishes. I would hate to have to find another place to work.”

That seems to shake him into focus. He looks at you seeing a distressed woman that very well could leave just because of not wanting to go to the gym.  He looks around seeing that the cafeteria was mostly empty. Looking toward the grill guy signaling to watch your station. He drags you over to a table in the back. Sitting you down facing the wall so you wouldn’t get distracted.

“Alright, so tell me why you don’t want to go to take lessons.” He grabs your hand that is twisting in your other hand, halting all movement.

“Its everything I mean, I already work like 12 hours days, not that I hate it but still. Then I would have to find time to do that, then go through my days sore and tired. Plus I have to work out with the Avengers. I don’t think that some people are mere mortals and can’t keep up with them.” you know you're rambling but you can’t seem to stop. “Then I’d have to find things to wear, which I don’t own a lot of.”

Richard squeezes your hand making you stop and look at him. “Hey, I get it going back to working out especially after a long while can be rather difficult and so is finding the time.” He begins to rub your hand. “You do have a point I think they do forget that not all of us are as strong as them. What I am hearing from you though is that you have no real reason to not do this. So what I want to know is why you are so scared of doing this.”

“I told you…” You protest.

“No, what you did was give me trivial things that can be fixed easily.” He denies. You look around trying to find a way out. Maybe there was a line that you could help with. Richard snaps his fingers drawing you back to him. “Everything is good there, stop trying to avoid the situation. You complain, but I can’t help you until you tell me what is really going on?”

You shift your eyes around before finally giving in. “I just…. I’m the kind of person that needs to lose weight before they go to the gym. Mostly I’m scared of doing it. It’s the looks and the “advise” that everyone throws me. I mean you see me I’m not exactly small, add that to the gym and I look like a whale in spandex. Not a picture most want to see. I get comments while I’m wearing my uniform, I don’t even want to imagine while wearing gym clothes.” Looking down at the table, you are too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. It’s not that he would say anything mean or even try to hurt your feelings it’s more that you were so weak in this area. “I don’t expect you to fully understand but things are always different when you are big. There seems to be a double standard for people like me. I try to eat a cookie and watch a movie, and it’s ‘you should cut cookies out of your diet that will help with the weight’ but if a thin person does it it’s ‘man that cookie looks good, you deserve to relax and a treat’. I go to the gym and I get looks like maybe if you had tried harder before you wouldn’t have to be here looking like that. It’s hard to stay motivated when you’re a walking what-not-to-do poster. So I don’t try, not anymore.” The shame of admitting that out loud coursed through you. All you really wanted to do was run away and maybe go die in a corner for being so petty and self-centered.

Feeling fingers under your chin you allow them to move your head to meet Richard’s gaze. He had tears in his eyes, not at all what you were expecting. The hand that was previously rubbing yours was now holding it firmly, and you were gripping it back just as fiercely. He pulled you into him wrapping you up in his arms as you felt a few tears drop. You clung to him, taking all the strength that he offered.   

“It’s okay to feel this way. It doesn't make you any weaker. Emotion is a good thing.” He rubs your back hoping to sooth your cries. “You’re right I don’t understand how that feels, I have been blessed with this gorgeousness my whole life.” He preens a bit at this causing you to chuckle and pull away.

You wipe the few tears left on your cheeks. “Yes, I’m sure you were.”

“There she is, I’m so sorry that you were ever made to feel this way, you are perfect the way you are and don’t you ever change for anyone you got that. I do think though that the lessons are a good idea. As a just in case.”  You open your mouth to protest slightly. “How about just me and you, I can reserve a room so that no one else will come in. Until your comfortable in your ability and how you look.”

When he pauses you give him a look thinking it over. “Man you know just what to say to make me feel better. I’m mean it may be like a century and a half until I’m comfortable with how I look but, okay, we will try it your way, but not everyday alright?” He nods, standing up he goes for one more hug. “You’re too perfect. Why are all the good ones married?”

“Just my burden to bear. Someone has to do it.” He gives a dramatic sigh, to which you roll your eyes.

“Do think your wife would mind sharing you? You might be the only man for me.”

“We both know that’s not true. You seem to have a thing for a certain blue-eyed bad boy. I will check with the wife though who knows. I can’t just keep this perfection that is myself to just her, so greedy that one.” Both of you laugh at that before you turn back to the counter feeling lighter than you had in a while.

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Tale as Old as Time - Prologue

A/N: This has been a long time in the making, but let's see where it goes. Drop your thoughts let me know if you wanna see more of this.

Synopsis: Two people both with a past. One locked in a tower, living only through pictures. The other determined to challenge.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (eventually......slooooooooowwww burn)

There is a door in the tower. A door at the end of a hall that more times than not has the lights off. The door remains in the shadows and unopened. It is an unspoken rule that no one is allowed into the room. No one really knew what was behind the door. The few that did, did not speak of it remaining stoically silent about it. As time passes rumors and urban legends are created from it bringing more mystery. So what lies behind this door?

Bucky is new to the Tower, not so much the team, they had decided to move back from the compound. It would now be used as more of a training center for new recruits but they could go back when they wanted. This being his first time in the Tower he decided to wander, giving himself a complete layout of the place he would now call home. Steve and Natasha had told him all the floors that they resided on the rest was either Tony’s company or rented out space the lower you got in the Tower.

This was the last residential floor, for the life of him he couldn’t figure out who lived on the floor. As the elevator doors opened the floor was dark, the only light being from the window at the end of the hall. He turns down the hall heading west, he keeps his hand on the wall in case he reaches a light switch or door handle.

The first thing he finds is a supply closet, nothing much to look at just a common space. Every door after that is locked tight, not even a little jiggle from the door handle. Strange he continues on looking for any open door. Finally, he notices the door at the end, he had missed it quite a few times if he was honest. Grabbing the handle he finds it opens, he pauses the only door to open that was slightly suspicious. He was on alert now, sneaking through the door he entered. He is met with a glorious sight, the sun just starting to set glimmered through the sheer curtains framing the window. Upon the walls were hundreds of pictures, each one a different city or person. Some were photographs and other paintings. Each one is a part of a series, from sunrise to sunset. He took his time peering at each one. There was little furniture in the room. Just a couple plush chairs and a small table between them. On the table sat a book, it was a book of fairytales, stories that transcended time, the book worn with yellowed pages, but still in excellent condition.

Suddenly an adjacent door to where he was standing opened, you walked in not realizing there was someone in the room. You have a book tucked under your arm and a cup of tea in your hand. You were dressed in sweats and a baggy hoodie. Your eyes were hooded and looked exhausted, deep purple bags under them. Your hand is shaking slightly as well, a telling sign of how tired you were.

Bucky clears his throat, prompting you to drop your cup and clutch your chest with your book. Almost fending him off with the book. Your eyes shoot up to him. You take him in assessing his threat level to you, unfortunately, you got distracted by how divertingly handsome he was. His grey-blue eyes locked on yours, a toned lean body taunt with hesitation. You lower the book, and step back carefully.

“Wait.” He lifts his hand, halting your movement. “Who are you? Do you live here?”

You nod your head slowly, uncertain of where this is going. Almost as if he could sense it, he backs up hesitantly saying “it’s just no one said you were down here. It’s almost as if you don’t exist.”

Again you nod your head that’s the way it should be, you think. He turns to the room again, “Did you do all this?” Once more a nod. You head to the door you came from leaving him staring after you. “Wait, who are you?” But it was met by the door swinging shut and the snick of the lock.

He takes one more look and exits the room heading back toward the elevator. He had questions, questions that needed answers.

Mission Gone Wrong PT 4

A/N: I’m not dead!! I have had the worst case of writer's block but I have pushed through and written something decent. I shall be updating my other story soonish. 

Warnings: None, just some shenanigans.  

It was the glint in his eye that got you curious and letting Bucky lead you out of the room. He slinked down the hallway keeping to one side, scanning the who area as if someone would come out at any moment and ruin the surprise. 

Moving silently, he weaved back and forth, hugging one wall before moving to the other. It dawned on you just how cat-like Bucky was in real life. Maybe he was a cat in a past life, you thought as you followed as quietly as possible. As you approached, Bucky slunk down closer to the floor, you quickly crouched down behind him sticking to the wall. 

You could see a majority of the gym from your position. The others were still at practice, struck once again in awe at their movements you couldn’t break your gaze until you felt a hand on your leg. Drawing your gaze to meet him, he pushed himself up on that paw closing the distance between your faces. 

“You ok there?” He cocked his head slightly. Silent awe from you went out as you nodded your head. 

“Yeah I just, I was just thinking how great they were in human form but how well they adapted to bring animals.” You break your eyes away as you feel a blush grace your face at such a sappy answer. 

“They are pretty cool, but then they act like animals most days so it must be second nature to them.” He looked back at them. You couldn’t help the snort but he sounded so resigned and ashamed by this fact.  “You good now?” 

“Yeah, so what’s the plan?” 

“This is where it gets fun. Let’s start with Sam.” You shake your head, of course, it was Sam it was never, not Sam. He was currently doing laps in the air dipping up and down during some. “Make him do a barrel roll, but into the wall.” 

“Really?” You lift an eyebrow

“Well duh, I want to see his face, but also he needs an attitude check.” His eyes don’t leave the panda as he swooped and jumped between beams, waiting for you to decide. 

You send the signal and watch as Sam turns with a look of absolute horror on his face smacking into the wall. It was almost like a cartoon as he slid and landed in a heap on the floor. The others rushed over, concern and confusion written on their faces. They begin to question what happened. 

“I don’t know one moment I was just flying along with the next I had the urge to just spin, the next thing I know I’m smacking into the wall and then the floor.”  He is shaking his head trying to figure out what happened. 

Bucky is downright cackling. It’s kind of weird. It’s not a sound you would expect from a cat. You can’t help but catch on. Unfortunately, it draws everyone’s eyes you blush but Bucky has an evil grin. 

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he focused in on the two of you. Lifting one wing he pointed toward Bucky, “YOU, You did this to me.” 

Bucky met his stare head-on and merely shrugged. “How could I have done it, lord knows you don’t listen to anyone.” 

“Oh no, you used (Y/N). Don’t know how but you must have twisted her mind made her do your bidding. Poor, sweet (Y/N) used for such evil.” Sam fake cried mourning the loss of your “innocence”. 

You, on the other hand, were trying to keep yourself from laughing. As much as you felt embarrassed by being caught, it had been rather funny doing it. Based on everyone else, they felt the same. Their shoulders were shaking. Some like Tony and Wanda had turned away each with a paw over their mouths to keep from laughing out loud. 

“See, your evil spreading to others.” You were pretty sure at this point Sam was on the verge of crying for real. 

You walk slowly over to him and scoop him up into your arms. Gently you start to rub your fingers down his head and over his back making small circles. Sam started to preen loving the way your fingers felt working through his fur 

He was leaning into you more and more. “What do you say? Forgive me?” 

“I… I guess. I mean that sounds like a good idea. Just don’t stop.” 

“Hey bird brain, you need a moment to yourself.” Tony came over and looked up and the two of you. 

“Don’t be jealous, you don’t know what this is like. (Y/N) really knows how to work these fingers.” 

“Please don’t say it like that.” You weren’t sure if your face could get any hotter. “It’s just a pet. I’m just petting him.”

Tony jumped on the opportunity to tease you. Jumping on your shoulder, wrapping his tail around your neck to stabilize himself. “Oh so is this a free service for everyone? Put me in the queue.” 

“Once again that is not what is happening.” You practically shout. You gently set Sam back on the ground and made sure that he was stable. 

“Are you sure? I could use a good scratching. And maybe when I’m back to being human, there is another itch you can scratch.” Tony rubbed his head against yours curling into your body. 

Suddenly he has tackled off you. Bucky had him pinned under him. A hiss emanating from him. 

“Don’t be gross, Tony. (Y/N) has better taste than settling for you.” Nat said winding her way up to your arm gently. Out of habit, you ran your hand along her spine, she gently constricted, sending tremors through you. She wound farther up giving you more access to her. “Woah, never mind. If someone doesn’t claim her I certainly will. She really does have magic hands.”

“Ok people, let's break it up.” Steve had his mom voice on in full effect. “Bucky let Tony go. Nat, Sam, stop embarrassing (Y/N), I’m sure she has many benefits being able to talk and work with animals. Let’s not send her running away because you all just want a pet.” 

“Fine!” They all break off heading toward the door. Bucky jumps back into your arms and lets you carry him.

“He’s just jealous that you haven’t pet him yet.” You giggle, sending Bucky straight into purring again.   

Your arms are quickly filled with another furry animal. Pietro shoved Bucky out by squeezing between you and him. Bucky’s angry meow fell to the floor. “Hey, baby you can control me anytime you want.” He rubbed his head against the bottom of your chin. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you.

“Is that right? And pray to tell what did you have in mind?” You had always enjoyed listening to Pietro especially when he was in a flirty mood. You hadn’t been on the receiving end too often but when you did it sent you into a flurry of giggles, like a freaking school girl on her first crush. 

“Oh, just you wait. Maybe a snuggle or I could even catch you a mouse if you wanted. Or you could wait a little longer and when I’m human you let me take you out on a date.” The smirk on his face had you back to giggling. 

“As much as I would appreciate that, I’m sure Jessica wouldn’t like that. It is Jessica, right? Or was that last week and now its Christina? I get so confused with your little parade of women.” You scratch beneath his chin forcing his eyes to close in pure enjoyment. 

“They mean nothing to me. Nothing not if I can have you in my life.” He hummed while pressing down on your fingers for a harder feel.

“Excuse me if I don’t hold my breath.” You set him back on the floor as you reach your room. You step in wanting some privacy to shower from the small herd you have following you. “Oh and Pietro? You might want to run. I don’t think he appreciated being shoved to the floor.”

Pietro glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky crouched low to the ground, silently approached him from behind. Pietro jumps startled and takes off down the hall Bucky close on his heels.

Man, this was working out to be quite an interesting week. The one thing you can say though is you were learning new things about this team and in turn growing closer by the hour. 

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