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Till I’ll find you again
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summery: You finally find Bucky again.
This is set during 1x03 of “The falcon and the winter soldier”. So it’s canon compliant until then, and also there’s spoilers for the third episode (kinda).
“It’s not the time guys”- Sharon said while rolling her eyes. People were shooting at them, they were out of ammos and Bucky and Sam were wasting time arguing. They needed to find a way out and soon
And then silence...
No one was shooting anymore, there was completely and utterly silence.
Bucky, Sam and Sharon slowly came out of their hiding spot, still on high alert: it was impossible that everyone decided to give up on them.
“Hey baby”- a voice said.
It was a voice Bucky hadn’t heard in years, a voice he hadn’t heard since Bucarest. A voice he thought he would have never heard again.
He had met you in Bucarest while trying to enter your house, he had been an asshole and, after showing him that no one messes with you, you had showed him your best side. A side that not everyone got to see.
“Who the hell are you”- said Sam bringing Buck back to the present.
She was sitting on a compartment, her legs crossed with a machine gun in her right arm, like she didn’t have a care in the world. She was still as breathtaking as the first time he had met her
“Y/n?!”- Bucky said unsure
“Who the hell is Y/n?”- Sam asked
Y/n jumped of the compartment laughing and jumping in Bucky’s arm, her legs around his waist. She didn’t waste another minute and kissed the man she had been looking for years.
Fuck Buck had missed her
“I missed you Doll”- Bucky couldn’t let her think for even a minute otherwise
“Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on and who is this chick?”
“This is Y/n my girlfriend”- Bucky said to Sam
“Your what now?”- Sam was even more confused than before but neither of them cared at the moment
“I came back looking for you I promised. But they told me you were dead”- Bucky told Y/n while caressing her cheek.
“I waited for you but after a while I made myself some enemies, you know how I am. So I had to stage my death before leaving Bucarest, I didn’t want trouble following me. Beside back then you had been dusted and I... fuck baby I didn’t think you would be back. I’ve been looking for you ever since everyone was brought back”- you explained
“Ok ok time out. I really need more context here Bucky”- Sam wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m afraid we don’t have time”- Zemo was suddenly behind your back.-“more company is coming. Let’s go”
“You owe me Sam”- Sharon said before leaving. You had completely forgotten about her, you looked at her while she left. But before you could ask Buck about her, you heard people coming, you hadn’t much time left and you knew what you had to do.
“Go, I’ll buy you guys some time”- you said without a second thoughts
“I’m not leaving without you again”- Bucky said and damn it if you didn’t love this man.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll find you again and sooner this time”- you kissed him with all the love and passion you had suppressed all those years during which you thought he was dead.
“This is lovely but we don’t have time for this”- Zemo said while running to the car
You could see Bucky didn’t want to leave you but you winked at him trying to be reassuring. Before they could leave though, you went to Zemo and harshly grabbed his hair
“You fuck with him and you’ll find out that there is worse than the Winter Soldier”- you said-“you heard me?”
“Yes”-
“Yes what?”- you smirked pulling his hair harder with one hand and pressing your nails to his face with the other
“Yes ma’am”
“That’s better. Now go”- you closed the car door and let them leave -“IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU SAM, ILL SEE YOU SOON BOYS. I LOVE YOU BABY”- you screamed before starting to shoot
“She’s crazy”- Sam said to Bucky in the car
“Don’t talk about her like that. She’s majestic”- Bucky glared
“She’s going to die”- Zemo smirked
“No she’s not... once again she’s majestic”- Bucky was smiling, he knew he would see you again, no one could stop you
“How did you two meet again?”- Sam asked, one thing was sure if this girl could make Bucky smile like an idiot in love she was something for sure.
“She kicked my ass in Bucarest”- Buck shrugged -“and then she let me stay at her place for a while. It’s where you and Steve found me later”
“She kicked your ass?!”- Sam smirked and Zemo gulped scared of you a little bit now. “How come she wasn’t with you when Steve found you”
“I knew I was being followed, so we separated, I promised her I would come back for her after a couple of weeks once I had lost you, but then you know what happened after that. I thought looking for her before going to Wakanda but... anyway then I got dusted, so it didn’t matter. When they brought us back, I went looking for her finally, but rumors said she was dead”
“What is she?”- Zemo asked and Bucky glared
“She’s not a super soldier if it’s what you’re asking. Beside you touch her I kill you, I don’t care how useful you are”
“You’re perfect for each other, she threatened me too”
“I know”- Bucky smirked
“What the hell it’s happening?”- Sam was so confused: a chick, Bucky’s chick apparently, came from nowhere, saved their asses and now Bucky was smirking... it was stranger than aliens
Note: Reader is a mutant in my head, I decided not to go into the specific of it, because I don’t know if I want to write more of this in the future.
Anyway... this is my first Bucky fic 😱
English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.
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Winter
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter
“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”
“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already
“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”
“I couldn’t Mr Stark”
“What… FRIDAY-“
“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room
“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”
“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked
“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”
“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?
“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him
“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.
“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”
“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed
“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye
“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow
“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off
“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”
“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.
“Authorization required”
“What?”- Tony was speechless
“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.
They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.
“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.
Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.
“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”
“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”
“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out
“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.
“Winter”- you whispered.
you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?
The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?
“Bucky”- Steve said
“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night
“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say
“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you
“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter
“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you
“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam
“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now
“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it
“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”
They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever
“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black
“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out
“Of course miss”
“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.
You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.
You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!
A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
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Winter (2)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter
Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.
Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.
“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”
“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice
“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned
“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused
“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”
“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again
“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled
“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”
“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic
“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”
“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK
“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him
SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY
“Perimeter check”
PERIMETER SECURED
“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”
OF COURSE MR STARK.
Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers
“What”- everyone whispered
“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen
THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK
“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”
THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO
“What the hell”- Sam whispered
“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends
“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam
“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem
“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.
“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk
“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted
“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped
“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend
“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”
“What”
“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking
“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony
“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes
“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed
“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”
It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.
It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange
“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him
“Did you find something?”- Steve asked
“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”
“What is it?”
“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking
“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked
“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony
“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence
“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally
“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible
“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again
The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room
“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky
“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”
“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”
Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling
“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?
“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”
Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?
Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.
“Winter” taglist: @stockholmdolly @meisspookycrayon
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
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Winter (2)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter
Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.
Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.
“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”
“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice
“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned
“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused
“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”
“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again
“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled
“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”
“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic
“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”
“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK
“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him
SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY
“Perimeter check”
PERIMETER SECURED
“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”
OF COURSE MR STARK.
Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers
“What”- everyone whispered
“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen
THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK
“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”
THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO
“What the hell”- Sam whispered
“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends
“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam
“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem
“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.
“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk
“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted
“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped
“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend
“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”
“What”
“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking
“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony
“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes
“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed
“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”
It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.
It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange
“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him
“Did you find something?”- Steve asked
“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”
“What is it?”
“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking
“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked
“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony
“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence
“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally
“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible
“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again
The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room
“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky
“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”
“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”
Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling
“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?
“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”
Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?
Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.
“Winter” taglist: @stockholmdolly @meisspookycrayon
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
possessive (b.barnes)
pairing: soft!dark!bucky x fem!reader
fandom: marvel - masterlist here!!
summary: bucky doesn’t share, especially when it comes to you.
word count: 1100
warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, sub!reader (bordering on little but no regression), reader calls bucky daddy, bucky is a prick but also soft
You’ve never been in a more devoted relationship than the one you share with Bucky; sure, you know it’s intense and maybe a little wrong how possessive he is over you, but how could you ever care when he treats you so well? He gives you anything you could possibly want, showering you with affection at all hours of the day and spoiling you with gifts. Not to mention how pleasing he is to look at - six foot five of thick muscle carved by the gods themselves, yet still so caring and gentle. Really, could you have found a better man?
He’s so devoted, in fact, it doesn’t even occur to you when he’s cancelling plans on your behalf and distracting you every time you try to leave the house; not until your friends are complaining that they haven’t seen you in the longest time. He neglects his own friends, always saying that he doesn’t want to even look at anyone but you. You don’t realise the lengths he’ll go to to keep you trapped in his little bubble, locked away from the outside world. Keeping you where it’s just you and him. Forever.
So when you’re all dolled up and ready for a girls’ night with Natasha and Wanda, you know Bucky has an excuse on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately for him, you’re riled up and already prepared for an argument.
“Bunny…” he calls as you saunter past the bedroom door in search of your favourite pair of heels.
“What, baby?” you answer, fluffing up your hair and making sure your pale lipstick and mascara are pristine. He pads into the bathroom behind you, surprisingly light on his feet for such a huge person, and snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his chest flush to your back. His chin rests in the dip of your shoulder and he kisses your neck, purposely pressing his growing hard-on into your back. The sight of you in the mirror - short black dress hugging every curve and ridge on your body just right, smokey eye makeup accentuating your features and hair styled and billowing around your face - is enough to drive him insane and want to take you over the sink right then and there.
“Bucky, no,” you scold, elbowing him and sliding out of his grip, “You got yourself all worked up on purpose so that I wouldn’t go. Take care of yourself.” Your voice is determined, a steel and grit behind it that he hasn’t heard from you before. He needs to up his game.
“Bun, please,” he moans, “Can’t do it by myself. I need you, angel. Please.”
His breathy whines catch you off guard; Bucky, your towering, terrifying boyfriend that brings grown men to tears, is begging you. He uses your surprise to his advantage, forcing his lips on yours and muffling your protests. By the time you wrench yourself away, your resolve is crumbling and Natasha and Wanda are almost forgotten.
Almost.
“You can’t do this every time I want to do something fun,” you huff, pushing at his chest indignantly, “‘s not fair, I’m not gonna have any friends left.”
“You have me, don’t you? Or am I not enough for you anymore? You don’t want me anymore, hm?” He pouts, actually pouts, crossing his arms and turning his back to you.
“Bucky, you know that’s not what I meant,” you object, already stepping towards him.
“It’s fine baby, go out. See if I care,” he spits with as much venom as he can muster, the quivering of your bottom lip enough to make his chest ache. This is for your own good, he reminds himself.
“Wait, daddy-,” you whimper, reaching for him again. Your retreat into subspace means he’s already won and he knows that. He smirks to himself, hardening his expression before turning back to face you.
“What are you still doing gaping at me like an idiot, hm? Fuck off, brat.”
Tears well behind your waterline and you grab for him again, only for him to move out of your grasp.
“Stop it,” you murmur quietly, the tears silently spilling over and down your cheeks, “You’re being mean.”
“I am,” he assents, “Because you’re being an entitled brat and you hurt my feelings.” He advances on you slowly. “You think they love you like I do? Huh? No one will ever love you as much as I do!”
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you babble desperately, grabbing his black henley in your fist, “I don’t wanna go, wanna stay here with you.”
“Really?” He cocks an eyebrow skeptically as you cling to his towering frame, crying into his chest; he makes no move to reciprocate, knowing exactly which buttons to press to keep you needing him. To keep you attached and obedient. You’re his and his only and you should know that by now.
“Please, daddy. Don’t be mad. Don’t need anyone but you.” Your voice is muffled through his shirt and your makeup is already ruined, streaks of nude pink lipstick and black mascara smeared down your face. Bucky coos, lifting your chin and forcing you to look at him.
“There’s my good girl,” he praises, thumbing your cheek and spreading more makeup along it, “Where’s my good girl been? Thought I lost you, poppet.”
“I’m sorry,” you sob, guilt gnawing at your chest as he finally hugs you back, “Don’t leave me.” You hear yourself begging and at any other time you’d be mortified. But you’re so deep into your subspace that the only thing your fuzzy, dazed brain wants is daddy.
“Never, bunny. Daddy forgives you, okay? I’m just sad ‘s all.” His brows furrow, and he knows it's cruel to make you feel so awful for something that’s not your fault, but he can’t help but push you to the edge.
“Daddy, wanna make you feel better,” you sniffle, pawing at his chest, “Please, ‘m sorry for bein’ so bad. I feel so stupid.”
“Shh, none of that,” he croons, kissing your forehead; you relish in the feeling of him so close to you, his warmth and familiar scent making you dizzy. You wrap your arms around him; your head only reaches the bottom of his chest but still you press yourself further until you’re hanging off of him. He chuckles, hoisting you into his arms and bouncing you lightly, rasping a low “clever girl” into your ear.
“Love you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you cry.
“Love you too, poppet,” He soothes you with quiet words and touches until you’re pliant in his hold, gazing up at him with so much love and affection. You don’t even realise he’s manipulating you. And he has you right where he wants you.
3, 7 and 9 for Loki
It takes a lot to make Loki sick, so when he does he's an absolute bear and wants to be doted on. Plus, kisses make the ache/hurt feel better.
You Make It Better
Loki x reader
Words: 347
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Based on:
3. Acts like a baby when they’re sick
7. Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses
9.Gets cranky when they’re tired
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“Darliiiinnggg,” dragged a hoarse voice coming from your bedroom.
“I’m coming,” you say, putting the finishing touches on the hot tea.
Loki was sick, or something of the sort. You didn’t exactly know what it was and at first when you pointed out he was ill, he declined, claiming that he doesn’t get sick. But it was obvious; the tired eyes, the unusual unkempt look, his more irritable than usual tone, it was obvious that he wasn’t well.
After disagreeing with you for about an hour, you’ve somehow done it. You’ve convinced him to take a nap and the moment his body hit your bed, his attitude melted and he did a complete one-eighty.
His voice that was booming before was now soft with each word.
Currently finishing up, you slowly step into the bedroom with the cup in hand. Across the room, there Loki lay waiting for you.
“I made you Peppermint tea,” you said, holding it out.
He gently pushed your hand to the side, “I don’t need foolish tea,” he said. “Okay, what do you need then? Cold water? A warm towel? A cold towel?”
Despite being unwell, that didn’t stop a grin from spreading along on his face, without a word he tugged you downwards and you leaned lowering your head closer. Bringing both of his warm hands to your cheeks he continues to pull you. You expect him to stop sometime, but he pulls you until your lips are against his forehead. Then he leans back satisfied, “much better,” he says with a wink and you shake your head with a grin.
“Get some rest,” you say, turning around to leave the room. “Wait!” He shouts and you turn back, “I need one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
His arms extended out, “Your warmth.”
Although a little bit surprised, you can’t help but grin to yourself, who would’ve thought that the man who used to abhor romance would be laying in front of you begging for your cuddles.
You climbed into his arms making yourself the little spoon before you relaxed against him.
Ultraviolence
(Not my gif!)
A/N: ….let’s pretend that I didn’t take a giant hiatus and not write for months on end…. K? K.
Bonsoir every1 !!! I’m so happy to be back writing and super excited to publish my first fic !! I’m going to attempt to post 1 chapter a week but will see how that goes lol. Anyways, I hope u enjoy my newest baby, ‘Ultraviolence” !!
Premise: Your a psychiatrist for the Avengers focusing on PTSD and trauma rehabilitation. When Thor’s estranged brother gets sentenced to live on earth till Odin sees fit, you find yourself attempting to help Loki.
Pairing: Loki x OC, (Nadezhda Novikov)
Warnings: none rlly for this chapter :)
(NOT PROOF READ)
Word count: 1.5k
Translations: none.
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Chapter 1 : The introduction
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"Mornin dez" Stark entered the compound's kitchen, immediately heading for the coffee pot as you drank out of your own cup.
"Good morning Anthony." You said irritatedly. Anthony always found a way to rub you the wrong way. No matter what is was, he always pissed you off. Maybe it was the whole big brother little sister relationship you two always had, or just both your sarcastic personalities bouncing off of each other.
"Dez !" Natasha, Your big sister, said running up to you with her wide, pearly, smile. You smiled giving her a big hug in return. One grumpy Yelena followed behind, snatching Anthony's fresh cup of coffee right out of his hand with a smile.
After escaping the red room, you dedicated your time to gaining your psychology degree and fighting crime with the fellow avengers. You had 'superpowers' yourself, probably the only reason you were an avenger in the first place. You acted as a team therapist, as well as specializing in trauma recovery. Today you began to help the dreaded assignment, or at least that's what everyone told you it would be like. You had never met Loki Laufeyson, but you were about to.
"You almost ready?" You snapped out of your trance, watching Fury walk through the door. Him, Anthony, Thor, and Bruce would be helping and supervising you throughout the project.
Loki had been commanded to stay on earth under the avengers custody until Odin, deemed it fit for him to return to his homeland. Thor visited daily, mostly coming back torqued after some argument they had.
"Mhm," you said, gulping the last bit of coffee you had left, grabbing your books, notepad, and pen.
As they all accompanied you down the eerily unoccupied hall; zero words were exchanged as you finally made it to the gods chambers.
Anthony pushed ahead of you all. After swiping a keycard, using his hand print, AND a retinal scan, the door let out a loud series of clicks. He quickly moved out of the way as Thor took lead, pushing the door open walking in unbothered. Anthony and fury followed, you being last in line. As you entered the room, Loki sat chained to an interrogation table. You sighed at the overprotective security. You had once been in his shoes, except instead of trying to take over a whole city you tried to assassinate the whole team.
This occurred right after you were freed from Dreykov's custody. You failed to believe your sisters were your sisters, and that the avengers had saved you. As you held your own sister cornered against the wall, she said your name. Not your number, not your code. She humanized you. For the first time in your life you heard your given name aloud.
"Does he really have to be chained to the table?" Your accent thick, shocking the man sitting across the table. Anthony rolled his eyes and laughed.
"While we're in here? Uh, yeah. When we leave do whatever floats your boat. Just remember I'm not cleaning up your bloody corpse." You rolled your eyes sitting at the seat already pulled out for you.
"Who's this?" Loki looked over at the three men. Anthony had already started to leave, done with the situation at hand.
"She's a—a friend, who wants to help you.." Thor stuttered out, clearly not good at coming up with something on the spot. Nick rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms impatiently.
Fury was hesitant to even entertain your idea of treating; or at least attempting to treat Laufeyson. He was a full case file waiting to be closed. Another relic in Shield's database.
"I've got it from here, I'll let you know when I want out." You laughed, ushering them along.
As the door clicked shut, you brought your hands out and allowed the magic to flow through your palms and to the cuffs.
"I'm letting you out. And remember these hands aren't just for unlocking cuffs." You smiled as he rolled his wrists, rubbing the faint lines they left with his opposite hand.
"So are you going to tell me what you are?" He snarked. You laughed under your breath, opening your note pad.
"I'm one of them, but I'm also a psychiatrist." You looked up from the yellow pages, staring right into his eyes. His face contorted through plenty emotions, before settling on one. Anger.
"I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." He spat through gritted teeth, anticipating you to be upset.
But you stayed content.
"No, but I'm sure I can help." You shrugged, continuing to remain eye contact. He rolled his eyes and stayed silent.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Your brows furrowed, keeping that contact as you clicked your pen.
"I have a feeling your going to ask them anyways." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"Mhm!" You hummed enthusiastically, purely to piss him off.
"So, I have your file here, at least what we were able to obtain from your brother-"
"Adoptive, brother." He cut you off.
"Adoptive, brother," you sighed. "Is there anything you'd like to share before we go through your history?" Quite monotonously said.
"I'll correct you as we go." He replied slouching back in his seat.
After about an hour of back and forth about what Thor had said and Lokis take on it, you finally had your notepad full. But, you hadn't got to current events just yet. You could feel his knee bouncing faster and faster as you neared the present.
"If you wish to stop at anytime please tell me. The only way I can truly help you is if your honest with me, and trust me." You hadn't even bothered bringing Odin up; despite the fact he's the source of it all.
He rolled his eyes and sat upright.
"I don't need your pity." He sneered once more.
"What makes you think it's pity?" You cocked your head, putting your pen down.
"It's all anyone offers. Pity or hatred. Nothing more, nothing less."
"It's empathy, Loki. And to be fair the hatred is well deserved, you came into these peoples planet, their home, and tried to take over." You took a pause. "But it can be forgiven."
"Do you truly think I'm stupid enough to fall for the fake ideology that 'all can be forgiven?' I am a god you dull Midgardian. I cannot, and WILL not be forgiven for my actions, and I could give two shits if they did." Your eyes widened a bit at the speech, but without fail you had a comeback.
"No, not everyone will forgive you. That is impossible. And something all of us have to cope with. We are not perfect, god or human. And we also have to accept that. I think that's something we should work on; as well as this feeling that you don't deserve forgiveness." You said rather calmly for just being called a dull Midgardian.
He said nothing in response, concluding your session. As you took a peep at your watch realizing it had been about an hour, you flipped you notepad shut, and raised you hand to put his back in cuffs.
"Someone will escort you to your room in a few minutes. I look forward to working with you, Loki." You smiled at him. He frowned, more confused than anything.
As you made your way around stark tower, you arrived at the conference room you were supposed to meet at after the appointment.
"Agent Novikov," Fury greeted you. Anthony gave a nod and Thor gave a smile. A moment of silence passed as you settled into your office chair at the table, cracking open your notes.
"So, how'd it go with reindeer games?" Stark finally broke the silence. His hands intertwined, resting on the glass table top.
You sighed, briefly looking at your notes.
"I have reason to believe he has significant trauma, mostly surrounding his upbringing and parentage. As well as a suicide attempt, that led to his run in with Chitauri. Possibly anger issues, more or likely stemming from childhood. Other than that I've seen worse cases; he's not a lost cause." Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your notes quickly again.
"So, what's your course of action?" Fury questioned.
"Therapy, socialization, possibly medication? Not quite sure about that though; I do think he should be socialized with the team, treated as if he's not a threat. That would be good for him."
"Woah woah there, slow your roll, he is a threat. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him outside of his cage until we're sure he's improving." Stark intervened. You nodded in agreement.
"Of course. But as soon as I'm sure he's improving, I'd like to further discuss socialization with the team." You agreed, standing up with your note pad and pen clutched to your chest.
Thor gave you a thanks on your way out, as you made it back to the common room where Natasha was waiting for the news.
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The Bite
Anyone remembers that gory scene in Stranger Things 3 where Jonathan cuts into Eleven's leg with a burning knife? This but with Peter & Yondu :D
CW: Blood, Gore, Whump, Child whumpee, Open wound
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It all didn’t exactly go the way it was planned. Not only that the stuff the Ravagers wanted to get for their own, was guarded by some tentacle alien monsters but also that they were outnumbered and thus had no chance against them.
More risk, more fun, Peter guessed when they were attacked by the critters that weren’t really satisfied with someone entering their nest.
The things weren’t too nice to look at. They appeared like huge spiders, only with living tentacles and faceless. Instead, they had wide open mouths with hundreds of sharp teeth.
Pure nightmare fuel.
But Peter tried to play it cool, acting all brave and 'manly' in front of the Ravagers, especially Yondu.
He wasn't a little kid anymore, no, he's twelve now!
Which means, he'll soon be old enough to fly the Milano all by himself, without Yondu or Kraglin or Tullk looking over his shoulder.
And although he still suffered from terrible nightmares, the boy hid his fears from the Ravagers. Or else they would never take him seriously if he would start talking about it and make it obvious that he was afraid of every mission.
So Peter held his small blasters in his hand, shooting one of the beasts in the head as it was about to attack Gef. He's gotten a lot better since his training with Yondu and today would be the day where he could show him what he learned.
"Cap'n, 's too many of 'em!" Oblo shouted to Yondu while fighting the alien monsters.
Not even the skilled Ravager captain's arrow could kill all of them as they kept splitting into more over and over again, making it almost impossible for the others to defend themselves.
"Gef, Tullk! Go get 'm ships ready for backin' off!" Yondu ordered, killing the thing in front of him with one whistle. "Kraglin, Peter, yer comin' with me!"
"Yes sir!"
Peter briefly glanced over to the others when, in this moment of distraction, one of the monsters knocked him over by stabbing a tentacle right into his left leg. The boy squinted his teeth in pain as the thing pulled him by his leg. It felt just like someone had rammed many knife blades into his skin, all at the same time. But to his luck, Oblo was there and cut through the tentacle, so that it let go off Peter’s leg.
The part that got stuck in his leg, was still moving in an ache until he had pulled it out in an instant, letting out a shriek as he did so. The boy felt warm blood running down his leg underneath his dark leather pants while the wound started to sting.
But the kid had pulled himself up and continued to shoot the monsters to help the others, trying to ignore the awful pain.
Kraglin, seeing the blood streaming down his leg, shouted over to him.
"Quill! Ya losin' blood!"
The Xandarian came over to the boy who stood there on shaky legs trying to still fight although every further step hurt even more.
But the boy immediately waved off. "I-it's nothing! Just a small scratch!" He panted, his heart hammering in his chest.
Kraglin raised an eyebrow in disbelief but at the same time, he didn’t really have the time to ask himself about the kid's strange behavior. Soon, the hopeless situation came to an end. The Ravagers fled back to their ships, leaving the loot behind.
"Hey, we're headin' off!" Peter heard one of the Ravagers yell as he was also making his way to the M-ship standing in the woods nearby.
Of course, running with the wounded leg wasn’t that pleasant but in the last seconds the boy had made his way to the ship as few of the men had pulled him inside before the hatch closed. Peter held himself up to one of the rocket seats, almost losing balance when the ship left the planet behind. From second to second his breathing became heavier, his leg was burning.
"Damn it! We was so close!" Peter heard one of the Ravagers complain about the failed mission. The man gnashed his teeth in anger.
They all stood in the ship’s cockpit, heavily breathing. Right after, another snapped back, turning with a scowled face.
"Yeah, if ya ain’t lazed away that one transmitter, buttock!"
"Ugh, shut'cher mouth, Halfnut! Ye ain't allowed sayin' anythin' after 'em last job on Contraxia!"
The rest of the conversation Peter didn’t notice. His head suddenly got dizzy and he felt like everything was spinning around him. The boy tried to walk towards the exit of the cockpit while he only heard a ringing sound in his ears along with his own heavy breathing. Trying to look up to the lights on the ship’s ceiling, he saw them spinning before his eyes when his vision became blurry.
In the distance, he only heard muffled talking from the others.
"...'s up...with 'm?"
Peter closed his eyes before he fainted, losing his balance.
Only a few minutes passed when the boy had slowly gained back his eyesight. The first thing he saw was the blurred face of Kraglin, who called his name, slightly smacking his cheek so that he would return to reality.
"Hey, Pete!"
Peter blinked his eyes, trying to understand what happened to him. As his consciousness kicked in again, he felt such a tormenting pain from his wounded leg which he had never experienced before. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a cry in pain.
"Pete, what's wrong?!" Kraglin repeated in shock with widened eyes, staring at the kid, whose head he had shored on his knees.
In an instant, his glance fell on Peter's leg, where his dark pants were covered in dried blood. Slightly, he shoved up the fabric so that he could look at the wound. And to his horror, the wound wasn’t only infected and suppurated but swollen and it looked like something was moving underneath the skin. Everyone else standing beside seeing this was flinching back and gritting their teeth in disgust.
"Oh shit!"
Peter lifted up his head a bit to look at the wound himself when he saw what made the others gagging. He screwed up his face in terror of what he was looking at while at the same time, the pain was still unbearable.
"'s that yer small scratch?" Kraglin frowned with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
The boy ignored the comment, as he still stared at the wound with widened eyes, whimpering, pressing his lips together. Eventually, Yondu pushed away the others blocking the way while hissing at them.
"Out of the way!"
He hesitated when he saw the Terran laying there with tears running down his cheeks. Glancing at the wound the captain knew what to do immediately. In the same moment, he remembered the story about the same parasite monsters he used to scare the boy with when he didn't want to sleep. How ironic.
"Kraglin, keep 'm awake!" The Centaurian hollered, rushing to the back of the ship.
Kraglin briefly looked up to his captain, then again turned back to Peter as ordered. He placed both hands on the boy's cheeks in tension about the whole situation.
"Okay, kid, stay 'ere! Hey, look at me! Don't'cha close yer eyes, ye hear me?!" He sputtered nervously, moving Peter’s head while his eyelids became heavier from every second passing.
In the meantime, Yondu went to the makeshift 'kitchen' of the small ship, which consisted only of a few drawers full of cutlery. He opened them in a rush, searching for something useful like a knife. In it, he finally found a huge one, holding the tip over the flame of a burner. Finally, the Centaurian took an old towel, ripping off a piece of it.
Coming back to the cockpit with the knife and cloth, Yondu said to Peter briefly, "This'll gonna hurt as hell now, boy. 'ere, bite on that."
He kneeled beside the terrified child and put the piece of cloth between Peter's teeth so that it would prevent him from screaming, because what now would follow, would be awfully painful. And although the Centaurian would really like to renounce doing that, it was the only way to save Peter’s life. He took the knife into one hand and looked at the Terran, who stared at him with widened eyes, clenching his jaw to bite on the piece of cloth.
Without further ado, Yondu then started cutting with the burning knife into the flesh where the thing was moving. Blood and pus flowed out of the infected wound and Peter’s jaw tightened even more, he shut his eyes while he was screaming in pain, what through the rag in his mouth sounded more like a loud whine.
The pain was so unbearable, that the poor boy was squirming and wailing but Kraglin held him tight in his grip. Every second felt like an entirety, pure torture. After the cut, now followed something more grievous than it already was. So Yondu didn’t hesitate to not torment Peter even more. The Centaurian reached his hand into the opened cut, to take out the parasite, making the Terran shriek louder while his eyes were flooded with tears. Yet, he didn’t dare to look, what, for his own sake, probably was better.
"Just 'bout havin' it! Keep 'm still!" The captain growled to Kraglin, who tried to prevent Peter from moving around during the process.
The Centaurian clenched his teeth and dug deeper into the wound, until he finally grabbed the slimy disgusting thing and tore it out of Peter’s leg. Throwing it away, the crowd of Ravagers behind them stepped aside in fear mixed with disgust of what they just witnessed. Peter tore the cloth out of his mouth, heavily breathing and crying when it was finally over.
"Hey, ya did it, Pete. It’s over." Kraglin said softly to him, placing a hand on the boy's back to calm him down.
Yondu put away the blood soaked knife and sighed in relief while more blood ran down his left hand.
Just in time, he thought. Any moments later and he would’ve lost the boy.
"That'll leave one huge scar, boy." Yondu said after he was finished bandaging Peter’s leg and knotted it up all tightly.
The boy let out a small whimper and flinched as it still hurt but kept himself from crying. He didn't even shed another tear as the Centaurian had cleaned the wound with some alcohol, bravely swallowing his pain.
"But scars are cool, aren’t they?" Peter raised his head to look into the man's face. "They make me a real Ravager now!"
Yondu snickered softly about the boy's words, tapping his blue fingers on Peter's leg. He grinned slightly at the kid, but instead of answering his question, he took him to task.
"Now ya tell me what'chu were plannin' with this."
Peter felt his stomach tighten. He probably meant his behavior down there on the planet, Kraglin had told him for sure about that.
"Why didn't 'cha tell Kraglin ye was wounded, heh?" Yondu dug deeper, sensing that Peter felt more uncomfortable now. He raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer. "So?"
The boy gulbed, trying to avoid the captain's piercing look on him. Peter looked down, nervously fiddling his fingers.
"I...uhm, I didn't want the others to know..." He mumbled under his breath, still with his head downcast. "Halfnut and Taserface just would've laughed at me again..."
Great, now he could forget about flying the Milano for sure, Peter thought, ready for every punishment Yondu was about to give him. But then the boy felt a finger tucking under his chin, raising it and his eyes met the Centaurian's again.
"Boy" Yondu said gently "Ya shouldn't listen to these jerks out there, they don't know shit. What'chu did was hella dangerous and stupid, ye could've died if I ain't saved ya."
Peter opened his mouth but closed it again as the Ravager gave him a warning look. That's it, there comes his lecture about how he screwed up, he thought.
"But ya also did good down there."
Huh? Did he just praise him?
"I did... good?" Peter repeated in disbelief.
"Don't 'chu think I ain't seen ya shootin' these parasites." Yondu smiled, pointing at his leg. "An' as for this, ya was really brave, boy. Had one of 'em too, when I was a young lad. And if my captain then ain't come to save me, I wouldn't be alive t'day. See?"
The Centaurian shoved up his sleeve to reveal a long scar on his blue forearm, a similar one to Peter's. The boy gasped in surprise, realizing that the Ravager captain had been through the same pain as him. Still, it's weird to be praised when you expect to be scolded and such praise coming from Yondu is even weirder.
"So you're not mad?" Peter asked carefully, to make sure that there was not anything else behind all of this. Yondu was very unpredictable when it came down to things like these.
But the Ravager just chuckled, ruffling Peter's hair.
"I ain't, boy. But don't 'cha get used to it, yer lucky I'm in such a good mood today!"
A little giggle escaped the boy's throat as the Centaurian stood up, making his way to the door of Peter's quartier. Outside in the hallway the boy already heard him yelling at his crew for screwing up the job and Peter could help but grin as Yondu returned back to his usual tough demeanor as Ravager captain.
But sometimes, in moments like these, he knew that there's this other side of him, a way softer one only Peter gets to see.
Happy Birthday || Bucky Barnes x Reader || Drabble
Summary: You’re having a rough day. Also, everyone seems to forget about your birthday. Bucky Barnes is the one to save the day ☺
Warnings: none
Words: 879
Author: Rouge
Y/D/N – your dog’s name
It was one of those days when you were sad enough to stay at your room, no one could approach you nor talk to you. Even Bucky Barnes, who was your best friend, was pushed aside during drop in your form.
That day, however, you were not only sad but also frustrated. Your assignment has been postponed to someone else and you got furious when you heard about this fact, plus everyone seemed to forget it was your birthday. You felt pretty abandoned.
“Of course! Again! Fury doesn’t know what he’s doing!” You were screaming while leaving the director’s office. “I’d be better than Natasha and he only sees her on this mission, because Banner is going too!” You smashed the door behind you.
On the corridor you met Bucky.
“Hey, Y/N, sup there?” He asked, smiling widely. His grin faded as quickly as it showed up when he spotted your angry grimace. “Hey, what’s wrong, Y/N?”
“What’s wrong? You ask me what’s wrong!?” You yelled, waving your hands furiously. “They again took someone else on the mission to Europe! What am I?! What the actually hell!?” You were screaming. When you felt how tears are gathering themselves in corners of your eyes, you simply sat on the floor, crossing legs and hiding face in your hands. “I’ll never be as good as they are. Will never be as smart as they are.” You sighed, letting tears rolled down your cheeks. “I was working so hard to get this task. It’s my work, not their! I researched everything, I set everything up, finally it was me who found that missing agent in Kiev! And Fury has decided to take Banner and Natasha! Because she knows the terrain and he’s smart enough to get through firewalls of their system! Ha!” You let words flew, not paying attention to three workers who passed you by with curious glances.
Bucky crouched next to you, his metal arm on your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N, don’t ya worry. It’s not the last time. There will be another missions.”
You looked him in the eye, still crying, with a deep sigh. “And they will be assuring me about my trip to crush my dreams within second?” You shrugged. “I don’t care anymore. I just can’t with their shit.”
Bucky chuckled softly, rubbing your cheek with his flash hand. “Hey. Come with me. I think you should see something. I think someone needs your help.”
His soft voice has calmed you down quickly, you gave him your hand and let him help you to get back on your feet. You followed Bucky to common saloon at the lower level of Avengers Tower.
“What should I see? I don’t see anything at all, Buck.” You narrowed brows, looking at him with a frown. “If you’re fooling me, you’ll have problem. I am completely not in a mood for this…” You silenced.
You heard a quiet barking and a sound of claws on the wooden panels. Your heart stopped, you were terrified, squeezing Bucky’s flash hand as hardly as you could. You slowly turned your head around, your eyes opened widely.
In front of you and Bucky, there was standing a beagle puppy, wagging its tail. Little puppy was barking quietly, licking its nose every now and then.
“OH GOD!” You squeaked loudly, getting on your knees and chuckling to call the dog. “Come here, little one!”
Dog ran to you happily, falling over twice because of lack of coordination. You reached your hands to puppy and took it into your arms, getting up slowly while petting the dog.
“How did he come here?” You asked, looking at Bucky in shock. “He’s so cute! Maybe he got lost?”
It was when you noticed a collar on puppy’s neck, with a little charm in front. You took it between your fingers to read what was written there.
For Y/N, my bestie, on her b-day. Bucky.
You heart stopped for the second time. You slowly raised your head, giving him a look. “Buck…” You whispered, covering mouth with other hand while holding puppy with second one. “You haven’t forgotten…” You mumbled, feeling a single tear on your cheek. “Dear Lord…”
You slowly and gently put puppy on the floor, took step to Bucky and hugged him tightly. “I have the best friend I could ever have!” You cried softly as his arms were embracing your form.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bucky said with happy voice, kissing top of your head. “I hope this little guy will be a nice companion to you. I knew you like puppies. And when I saw him during last visit to city center with Steve, I decided to get him for you.” Barnes explained shortly.
“It’s the greatest gift I ever got!” You clapped your hands, your eyes on puppy who was running around two of you. “What’s his name?”
“He doesn’t have one, yet. It’s up to you now, Y/N.” Bucky smirked.
“Hmmm… Y/D/N!” You told him happily, then you got down on your knees to petted dog’s head. “You’re Y/D/N from today!” You giggled. “How cute is he!” You whispered when dog laid down and rolled onto his back to get some belly rubs.
Bucky smiled at you from above.
“Once again, happy birthday, Y/N.”
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The one who tears the love apart ||Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After being hurt by Bucky, you need to find a way to move on.
Warnings: none
Words: 1395
Authors: Rouge
A/N: it was a great pleasure to me to participate in @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam writing challenge. Congratulations on your milestone! My prompt was the song "Jar of hearts" by Christina Perri.
I remember everything.
My heart pounded with apprehension as I watched him kissing that woman. She was sitting onto his lap, his arms were wrapped around her waist in a tight grasp. Her fingers were tangled with his hair strands.
"Bucky...," I whispered quietly knowing how tremulous my voice was at time. He glanced back at me as if he wasn't interested in my presence in the flat at all. "You've came back earlier," Bucky replied while the other woman kissed along his jawline, looking at me like as at a bug.
"What the hell! Who's she?!," I'd managed to raise my voice, yet still I sounded like an angry baby. "What the hell is going on here?!"
"Calm down, Y/N," Bucky waved his hand. "This is Vicky. A friend from work."
"You're making out with a fucking friend from work in our flat?!," I've screamed. "How dare you?!"
"Cool down," he repeated. "It does mean nothing to me."
"Do I mean nothing to you?," She straighten her back and got off his lap. "You've said something else half an hour ago!" Bucky threw her a glance which could have been interpreted as shut up . "I didn't promise you anything, little one," he snapped as he has gotten up.
"Dick!," She gathered her bag and coat and left the flat, passing me by.
I blinked in disbelief. How Bucky could have behaved in such a manner? It was beyond comprehension. "What the fuck was that?," I've asked again.
"C'mon," he rolled his eyes and pulled pack of cigarettes out of pocket of his jeans. "I told you, it was nothing."
I've been knowing Bucky for a year and we've been a thing for three months by then. He was a very problematic person; his demons were haunting him constantly. He couldn't find peace, and I was considering it as a main reason of his awfully selfish behaviour. Many times I've witnessed him flirting openly with other girls but I loved him too hardly to leave him behind. But that was it, I've reached my limit. Then he crossed every line possible.
"You're kissing other girl, and you call this nothing?," I've asked, being dangerously close to burst into tears.
He inhaled the smoke and shook the ash off, right onto the wooden floor. "Are you going to reproach me my directness, darling?," Bucky asked casually, leaning his side against the wall. "I don't recall promising you that you're the one and only to me."
Bucky's words were bitter and have hurt me very much. "Why are you so… so cruel?," I've asked simply feeling like a single tear was rolling down my cheek.
"Doll, we had an obvious deal," Bucky shrugged, "We had goddamn fine sex but I haven't told you that I want a relationship of any kind. Sorry. I thought it was clear for you."
"It wasn't, as you can see," I clenched my teeth. I turned around and left the shared flat as I couldn't hold my tears ant longer, and the last thing I needed that time was him seeing me crying like a baby.
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Two months have passed.
I haven't been in touch with Bucky since the day I left once our flat.
He called me few times but I haven't answered any of his calls. I've heard from our common friends that he was desperate to get along with me again. He used to tell them about how much he loved me, how much he missed me.
But I didn't care anymore.
Until that one particular day…
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I still remember it well.
I've met him by accident, at evening, in the park, when I was getting back from work to the flat I shared with Natasha.
I was talking with her on the phone. It was a casual conversation about what to order for a dinner. I insisted on having a sushi while she wanted to have some pasta.
"... so if you want it so badly, screw it, I can agree on pasta today then," I giggled. "You're the fucking best, Y/N!, " Natasha sounded so happy. "Oh, you can be sure I'll remind you this next time you complain about me being a shitty friend, Nat," I said in a serious tone, and it was when I spotted Bucky.
He was sitting on the bench, hood on, cigarette put between his lips, hands hidden in his pockets. Even if some part of me shouted don't do this , I couldn't pass him by without saying a word. "Okay Nat, see you at home then," I said to the phone before ending the call and shifting the device into my purse. I took a deep breath and approached him. "Hey, Buck."
He raised his head and looked at me. Within blink of an eye his face lit up, he almost jumped. "Y/N! It's good to see you! I've been trying to call you."
"Yeah, I know," I responded. "May I?," I added, pointing on the bench.
He nodded, shifting aside to make a room for me.
"How have you been?," I asked simply.
"Okay," Bucky shrugged. "Devastated." I nodded in silence. "I heard you're asking all around if I was anywhere to be found." Bucky gave me a brief nod. "True. But no one has wanted to share your new number with me," he looked me in the eyes.
I opened my mouth to remind him how much he had hurt me few weeks earlier but he raised his metal limb a little, in a gesture that was supposed to silence me.
"Please," his whisper sounded more like a beg.
So I allowed him to speak.
"I know I had hurt you like no one else did, and I really regret," Bucky said. "Only when you left, I realized how much I've lost," he lowered his head. "But there's nothing I could do back then. You were gone, and even if I tried to contact you, you never responded to my messages and calls. So I thought I should leave you alone. You gave me everything I've never had. And I fucked. I know, I didn't deserve a second chance."
I remained silent for a longer while. His confession hurt me even more than his actions. Taking the fact I knew how hard his life was, I felt bad about treating him the way I did. "I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms," I replied shortly. "Im sorry, Bucky."
"Y/N… Would you at least try to consider us getting back together?," He asked openly. He gave me a look and I saw tiny sparkles of hope within his eyes. It almost broke my heart.
"Bucky…," I started, "You were runnin' 'round leaving scars ,and tearing love apart," I gasped sadly. "You don't get to get me back . It's over. There won't be us as a couple anymore. But we still can be friends, if you want," I offered, with heavy heart.
I saw how sad Bucky was at time but it was the only right decision I could have made.
I put my palm to his arm. "It's time for me." I got up and improved the stripe of my purse.
He got up as well and sighed. "Can I hug you at least?"
I nodded.
Bucky embraced me fondly and squeezed me tight. I would lie if I say I didn't like it. I did. Oh, so much. It was so good to smell his perfumes again, it was oh so good to feel his warmth radiating to my body.
It was when I dared to do something he didn't expect. So didn't I.
I looked up at him when his grasp loosened, I cupped his face in my palms, I climbed on my tiptoes and placed a long, passionate kiss to his full, rough lips. My lips crushed on his, and, dear God, it felt so good. He hummed in appreciation and tightened his grasp around my waist again, giving kiss back.
Finally, when I broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes. "Just so you know what you have lost."
After these words I slipped out of his formerly solicitous arms, and left. Without saying a word. I knew I was playing hard, nevertheless it was a lesson he needed to learn .
𝓓𝓪𝔂 6 - Time For A Bath || Wanda Maximoff x m!reader
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Summary: Since your kids aren't home, you decide to celebrate your anniversary in a hot, steamy way with your beloved wife, Wanda.
Warnings: smut
Word count: ~ 915
Author: Fenrir
A/N: the prompt for today is: Bath Sex
Wanda awoke on Monday morning to no noise in the house. She was surprised because her kids usually jump on her bed at 6 am to wake her. As she rolled over, she discovered a note from her husband, Y/N. The note informed her that the kids were at your friends' house. It also gently commanded her to go downstairs when she woke up fully.
As soon as she got up, she walked down the stairs nude. After all, the kids weren't home. You were sitting nude at the kitchen table with a full breakfast spread set out for Wanda.
"Enjoy baby," you told her, briefly admiring the gorgeous curves of her body.
Wanda sat down and dug in, smiling briefly at you. "Thank you, baby," she said. She enjoyed her favourite french toast with honey and jam for breakfast, along with bitter, strong coffee.
As soon as you finished your conversation, you got up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. You set her down on the toilet and began running a hot bubble bath for your beautiful wife. It had been nearly three years since you last did this for her. You had her stand in front of you as you looked at her beautiful naked body; her long, red hair, heart-shaped face, big, bluish eyes, and lips you wanted to kiss for the rest of your life. When you looked at her with lust in your Y/E/C eyes, you saw her large D cup breasts; her nipples hardened already at the single thought of what was coming next.
You walked up to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She wrapped her arms around your neck. You easily lifted her up by her round ass. Then she let you carry her to the bath by wrapping her legs around your lean, strong waist.
You set her in the tub, and got in behind her. As you washed her hair, you started to wash her neck and shoulders, occasionally scrubbing her back. You then gently rubbed each of her breasts while playing with her nipples.
Wanda's head leaned against your chest as she hummed loudly at the nice feeling spread all over her body; the warm water, all the bubbles, and your soft touches were already sending her to paradise.
You took time to wash her stomach. After letting your hands slip beneath the surface, you found her soft folds; as you lightly rubbed her clit a few times, you grinned to yourself - she was already slick. When your fingers opened her up, they started moving in slow circular motions on her clit, pressing to it here and there, adding much-needed friction. While moving your calloused thumb on her clit, you let two fingers slide into her tight pussy.
Taking a deep breath, Wanda parted her rosy lips and let out a soft moan.
Her breathing grew heavier and she opened her legs to her husband.
As you kissed her nape, you pushed your fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy while whispering sweet nothings to her. You felt your cock grow harder as her pussy was tight and so warm, just for you.
In order to deepen the thrusts of your fingers that were spreading her nicely, Wanda started bucking her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder. Soon, she felt her pussy tighten rapidly around your thick fingers, coating them in her juices.
When Wanda reached her orgasm, she rolled over and began stroking your large cock, her eyes on your face as she was smirking widely.
You sat on the edge of the tub with your legs apart.
She inserted your shaft into her mouth until it reached her throat at the back. She sucked while gagging around your member. You started groaning as your cock throbbed in her mouth. She kept going until you pulled her out of the tub, set her on the edge, and spread her legs wide. You knelt in front of her and proceeded to lick her gorgeous pussy while she held onto the tub, moaning loudly. As another orgasm swept over her, Wanda let out a loud moan. "Oh, Y/N, just like that, baby!"
As her juices flowed from her, you licked them all up. You continued to eat her cunt out until she cried out, "Fuck me, please, Y/N!"
As you sat back down on the edge of the tub, you pulled her onto your lap. Immediately, your large dick slid into her tight pussy.
Instantly, Wanda started riding your massive length with your hands gripping tightly onto her round hips. Over and over, you slammed Wanda onto you, repeatedly hitting her g-spot, making her moan. In the end, Wanda flung herself hard against your cock, resting her head against your shoulder as her pussy milked your girth. She leaned her head against your shoulder, gasping for air, and let you continue to move her up and down on your length until you slammed her on your cock one last time before filling her up with your thick cum. Wanda felt your cum spurting inside her, causing your dick to twitch uncontrollably. She moved off of your lap and got back into the tub, leaning her back against the tub. Wanda’s muscles felt like jelly when she offered you a smile. “I love you, Y/N.”
A fond smile spread across your face as you leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. "Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife."
Going through moonknight fics on ao3 and I found the best tag in all of marvel
Pairing: Sad!Steve rogers x female reader
Summary: Sirius, the brightest yet loneliest star in the galaxy.
Word count: 700
A weak person can always be spotted in a crowd, whether it's the builders on the subway with hands too tired to hold themselves up right on the journey home after a long day of work, or the bags and tear stains under the nurses eyes, concealing each and every secret the brain no longer has the capacity to handle, or the accountants slouched over their desks, faces in the palms of their hands, eyes squinting at the screens infront of them as they turn cloudy. However, the signs are more difficult to spot in those who believe being strong is their only choice.
Steve rogers was deemed as the 'Strongest Avenger' amongst his comrades, although tony would definitely have something to say about that if he was here. Due to his long hundred years of life, it seemed pretty obvious that after all those years of experience and change, most would have given up a long time ago, but not Steve Rogers. Steve had always kept up his golden boy status in public, not even a strand of his blonde, wispy hair out of place or pimple on his soft, creamy skin could take away his shine. He believed if people knew the real him, his reputation would suceed him if they knew the truth hidden behind his brave front.
Steve enjoyed sitting by the ocean, it helped that the cabin they had been hiding away from the world in was a short walk away from the beach. Water had always calmed Steve, he related to it in a way. Like a mirror, it has the ability to shows us what we cannot see in ourselves. The way even the calm and still ocean could turn in almost an instant to crashing waves, seeking destruction, it was almost human. Human like him.
"St-Steve?" Your voice called out, closing in on him.
He gave no response as he sat on the rusted bench amongst the pebbles and sand, staring into the sea. Almost as if he didn't even hear the voice calling his name.
"Steve" You said again, only when he felt your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently did he turn to look at you. His eyes and nose were red and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. Your heart broke seeing him so distraught.
"Oh, sweetheart" you whispered, as you sat next to him, pulling him into a hug, as he accepted your embrace, his thick arms wrapped around your much smaller frame. His skin was cold and blistering, which was all you needed to understand that he had been out there for far too long.
"I'm so tired" he sobbed into your shoulder, your hair becoming wet with tears. You shushed his cries pulling him impeccably closer than he already was. You sat in silence for a short while, thinking about everything that led up to this moment, everything steve had been through and every decision he made that led to you.
“You know, Sirius is the brightest most beautiful star in the entire galaxy, yet the furthest from any connection to other life forms, deeming it the loneliest star to have ever existed” you whispered gently as he slowly looked up from your shoulder, his vision still clouded from the liquid drops of salted sadness.
“You don’t have to be alone anymore” you said gently. “I’ll always be here for you steve, no matter what happens, no matter how far from each other we end up, just look up to the night sky and you’ll find me.”
“I love you” he sputtered, his azure gaze blazing in admiration. “And i love you, forever and always” you repeated back, using your thumb to wipe his tears, caressing his milky skin. Kissing his soft lips faintly. Your other hand massaging his blonde locks as he curled into you.
The blue sky now turned black watched over you as you held each other, the pale moon shined down almost replenishing the light that had previously been lost. “We’re going to be okay, as long as i have you, and you have me, nothing in this godforsaken world can hurt us.”
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“Hearts Entwined and Torn” -Final
**Summary**
Amber makes a high-profile debut, showcasing her skills in a major battle.
Amber had been on her own for months now, working tirelessly to hone her skills and build a new identity. The sting of her departure from the X-Men was still fresh, but she poured that pain into becoming stronger, more effective. The superhero world had begun to recognize her not just as a former X-Men, but as a powerful force in her own right.
One fateful evening, the news broke with urgency and chaos. Ultron, the rogue AI with a penchant for destruction, had launched a full-scale assault on New York City. His army of relentless robotic minions had overrun the city streets, causing widespread panic. The Avengers, despite their formidable strength, struggled against the sheer scale of the attack.
On live television, the chaos was broadcasted to millions. The camera caught the Avengers in action, their efforts against Ultron’s mechanical army increasingly desperate. Amidst the smoke and debris, a new figure emerged with striking clarity. Amber, clad in her sleek Avengers uniform, cut through the battlefield with precision and strength.
The X-Men, gathered in the common room of the Xavier Institute, watched in disbelief. Logan, Cyclops, Jean Grey, and others were transfixed by the sight of Amber in action. Each member of the team felt a complex mix of pride, regret, and heartache as they saw her showcase her prowess in battle.
“Is that Amber?” Jean’s voice was barely a whisper, disbelief coloring her words.
“It is,” Cyclops replied, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. “She’s incredible.”
The camera focused on Amber as she fought with determination. Her movements were fluid, her attacks efficient. She navigated the battlefield with agility and skill, turning the tide against Ultron’s forces. She demonstrated not just raw power, but strategic brilliance, coordinating with the Avengers to systematically dismantle Ultron’s defenses.
Ultron, towering and formidable, loomed over the battlefield, issuing commands to his robotic minions. Amber darted between Ultron’s drones, using her environment to her advantage. She leaped from one structure to another, avoiding laser fire and delivering devastating blows. Each strike was calculated, each movement a testament to her growth.
As Ultron’s control over his army began to falter, Amber’s decisive actions played a crucial role in subduing him. With a final, powerful strike, she disabled one of Ultron’s central control units, causing a massive disruption. The scene was one of victory, with the Avengers managing to secure the area and Ultron being captured.
The news anchor’s voice filled the room, summarizing the battle. “We’ve just witnessed an extraordinary performance from Amber, the newest member of the Avengers. Her bravery and skill have been pivotal in the fight against Ultron.”
As the broadcast ended, the room fell into an uneasy silence. The X-Men were left grappling with the weight of their regrets. Seeing Amber so powerful and resolute only deepened their sense of loss.
“She’s become something truly incredible,” Logan said quietly, his voice heavy with sorrow. “I can’t believe how far she’s come.”
Cyclops nodded, his expression pained. “We made mistakes. We should have supported her.”
Jean looked at the screen, her eyes filled with tears. “Do you think she’d ever forgive us?”
Before they could dwell further, the X-Men’s communicator beeped, signaling an incoming message. The Avengers had sent an invitation for a meeting, suggesting a possible collaboration. The X-Men saw this as a chance to reach out to Amber and address their past mistakes.
A few days later, the X-Men arrived at the Avengers’ headquarters. The atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation. They hoped to make amends and perhaps find a way to work together again, though they knew it might not be easy.
When Amber walked into the meeting room, her presence was commanding but cold. Her demeanor was distant, a stark contrast to the warmth they once knew. The X-Men were met with a composed, almost impersonal version of the woman they had left behind.
“Amber,” Cyclops began, struggling to keep his voice steady, “we’ve been following your recent activities with the Avengers. We’re truly impressed by everything you’ve achieved.”
Amber’s face remained unreadable. “Thank you, Scott. I’ve been focused on my work.”
Jean stepped forward, her voice tinged with hope and regret. “We realize now that we didn’t handle things well when you left. We want to make amends and see if there’s a way for us to work together again.”
Amber’s gaze was unwavering, her tone sharp. “I’ve moved on from the X-Men. I’ve found a new path with the Avengers, and I’m not interested in revisiting the past.”
Logan’s voice was heavy with emotion as he tried to bridge the gap. “Amber, we made mistakes. We should have supported you. We miss you.”
Amber’s eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and resolve. “You had your chance. I’m not looking to relive old wounds. I’ve built something new for myself, something that matters. I’m focused on my role with the Avengers now.”
The conversation hung in the air, charged with unresolved feelings and unmet expectations. The X-Men, despite their earnest attempts, could see the finality in Amber’s stance. She had moved on, and the door to her past with the X-Men was firmly closed.
As the X-Men left the Avengers’ headquarters, they were enveloped in a somber silence. The weight of their actions and their failure to support Amber was palpable. Her success with the Avengers was a reminder of the consequences of their decisions and the importance of their support.
Amber, meanwhile, continued her journey with the Avengers, her resolve unshaken. Her new role brought new challenges and opportunities, and she embraced them with the same strength and determination that had always defined her.
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Submission by Desire
Summary:
Logan explores a submissive role in his relationship with Dixie, discovering a new level of intimacy and trust.
Logan had always been the alpha male, the unyielding force of nature that left enemies trembling in his wake. But there was another side to him, one he rarely showed. Tonight, with Dixie, he could be vulnerable, soft, and yielding.
As the moonlight streamed through the bedroom window, casting gentle shadows across the room, Logan lay on the bed, his heart pounding with anticipation. Dixie stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes twinkling with affection and a hint of mischief.
“Ready, sugar?” she asked softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves.
Logan nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, darlin’. I’m ready.”
Dixie climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him deeply. Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, down his neck, and over the hard planes of his chest. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the battle between his instinct to take control and his desire to surrender to her.
“Trust me, Logan,” she whispered against his lips. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
He exhaled slowly, releasing the tight grip he had on his self-control. Dixie smiled and began to undress him, taking her time with each button, each piece of clothing, until he lay bare beneath her. She could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the trust he was placing in her, and it filled her with a profound sense of responsibility and love.
From the nightstand, Dixie retrieved a black leather collar. She held it up, meeting Logan’s gaze with a tender smile. “You sure about this?”
Logan’s eyes were filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Gently, Dixie fastened the collar around his neck, the cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. The sensation sent a shiver through him, a reminder of his submission and the trust he was placing in her hands. He let out a soft purr, the sound vibrating in his chest.
“You’re mine tonight,” Dixie said softly, her fingers tracing the edges of the collar. “All mine.”
Logan nodded, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and relief. With the collar on, he could let go completely, knowing that Dixie would take care of him.
Dixie slid her hands over his skin, her touch firm but gentle. Logan’s breath hitched as she explored his body, her fingers tracing the scars and hardened muscles that told the story of his life. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone, his chest, and lower, until he was trembling beneath her, purring louder with each touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Logan,” she murmured, her voice filled with admiration and desire. “So strong, yet so tender.”
Logan closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. He felt her hands wrap around his wrists, lifting them above his head. The sensation of being restrained, even if only by her hands, sent a shiver of anticipation through him.
“Keep them there,” Dixie instructed, her tone firm yet loving. “Don’t move unless I say so.”
He nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Dixie moved down his body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She teased and tormented him, bringing him to the edge of pleasure and pulling back, keeping him on the brink.
“Please, Dixie,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. “I need you.”
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a fierce protectiveness. “I know, sugar. I know.” She finally granted him the release he craved, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure until he was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath her.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice soothing as she ran her fingers through his hair. Logan’s entire body purred with contentment, the sound filling the room.
Dixie released his wrists and lay down beside him, pulling him into her arms. Logan buried his face in her neck, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. She held him close, her fingers stroking his hair and murmuring soothing words into his ear.
“You did so well, Logan,” she whispered. “So proud of you.”
He smiled against her skin, feeling a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure they had shared. In Dixie’s arms, he felt safe, cherished, and loved in a way he had never known before.
As they lay together in the quiet of the night, Logan knew that with Dixie, he could be both the fierce warrior and the vulnerable man. She saw all of him, loved all of him, and that was the greatest gift he could ever ask for.
(I got the collaring idea from @larcenywrites )
Logan | NSFW
(Ask and you shall receive)
A is for Aftercare: After those intense moments together, Logan is all about making sure his partner feels safe and cared for. He'll bring water, wrap them in a warm blanket, and whisper sweet words. It's his way of showing love and ensuring they both come down from that high together.
B is for Biting: Logan has a bit of an animalistic streak, and that shows in his love for playful biting. He enjoys the intimacy of it, leaving little love bites that fade quickly but are a reminder of their passion.
C is for Control: Logan likes to take the lead in bed.He's confident and assertive, but always mindful of his partner's comfort. He finds guiding his partner through the experience incredibly fulfilling.
D is for Dirty Talk: Logan's deep, gravelly voice is perfect for whispering naughty things. His words are direct and incredibly arousing, adding a verbal thrill to their physical connection.
E is for Edging: Logan enjoys bringing his partner to the edge of pleasure and then holding back. It's a game of anticipation that makes the eventual release even more explosive.Fis for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partner's body, building up the tension until they're both desperate for more.
F is for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partners body building of the tension until they’re both desperate for more.
G is for Growling: There's something primal about the way Logan growls during their intimate moments. It's a sound that sends shivers down his partner's spine, adding to the intensity of their connection.
H for Hair Pulling: Logan likes a bit of roughness, and that includes gently pulling his partner's hair. It's a way to express his dominance while keeping things incredibly arousing.
l is for Intensity: Everything Logan does is filled with intensity. His passion is overwhelming, making every encounter feel electrifying and unforgettable.
J is for Jealousy: Logan's possessive side can come out, adding a fiery edge to their encounters. His jealousy isn't about control; it's about his deep desire to protect and cherish his partner.
K is for Kissing: Logan's kisses are legendary. From soft and tender to deep and consuming, he knows how to use his mouth to convey his love and desire.
L is for Lingerie: Logan has a soft spot for lingerie. Seeing his partner dressed up just for him is a major turn-on, and he takes his time appreciating every detail.
M is for Marking: Logan likes leaving marks—a love bite here, a scratch there. These little tokens are reminders of their passion and connection.
N is for Nibbling: Logan's nibbles are playful and intimate, targeting sensitive areas like the ears and neck to tease and tantalize his partner.
O is for Oral: Logan is exceptionally skilled at giving oral pleasure. He's attentive and dedicated, making sure his partner is fully satisfied every time.
P is for Passion: Logan's passion is all-consuming.Every touch, kiss, and thrust is filled with an intensity that makes their time together unforgettable.
Q is for Quickies: Logan loves the spontaneity of quickies. Whether it's in the kitchen or the shower, these impromptu moments keep their relationship, exciting.
R is for Roleplay: Logan enjoys roleplaying different scenarios to add some excitement. He's fully into it, making their fantasies come alive. R is also for Rut: When Logan's in rut, his need for his partner is intense and primal. These moments are wildly passionate and incredibly intense.
S is for Spanking: Logan has a thing for spanking. It's a playful way to add some roughness, and he knows how to balance sting with pleasure.
T is for Teasing: Logan loves to tease, building anticipation until his partner can barely stand it. His playful nature makes the eventual release even more satisfying.
U is for Uninhibited: Logan is open to trying new things and pushing boundaries, keeping their intimacy fresh and exciting.
V is for Voyeurism: Logan enjoys watching his partner, finding pleasure in their reactions and the way they move. It adds an extra layer of connection to their moments together.
W is for Wild: Logan's wild side ensures their encounters are always filled with raw energy and excitement. He lets go of his inhibitions, making every moment intense and unforgettable.
X is for X-Rated: Logan isn't shy about exploring explicit fantasies. He's open and confident, making it easy to share and fulfill even the most daring desires.
Y is for Yearning: Logan's deep yearning for his partner makes their moments together even more intense. His longing adds an emotional depth that makes their connection e v special.
Z is for Zealous: Logan's enthusiasm in bed is unmatched. He's dedicated to his partner's pleasure, ensuring every encounter is filled with.
SFW is otw
Clicker Connection
Summary:
Lily playfully uses a clicker to reward Logan for his endearing actions.
“Hey, Logan,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “What if we tried clicker training on you?”
Logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Clicker training? What am I, a dog?”
“No, of course not!” Kara laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But it could be fun. You know, like a game.”
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, kid. If it makes you happy, I’ll play along.”
The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.
The next day, Kara bought a small clicker from the pet store. She spent the afternoon coming up with a list of behaviors she wanted to reinforce, ranging from simple things like helping with household chores to more playful tasks like giving her a kiss whenever she clicked.
Logan glanced over the list, his smirk growing. “What’s the reward?”
Kara leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ll see.”
Over the next few days, Kara clicked the clicker whenever Logan did something she wanted to reinforce. At first, Logan found it amusing and played along, enjoying the laughter it brought to their home. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the little moments of affection and the playful dynamic it added to their relationship.
One evening, after Logan had fixed the leaky kitchen faucet, Kara clicked the clicker and pulled him into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, Logan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I could get used to this.”
Kara grinned, her heart swelling with love for the man who indulged her silly whims. “See? Clicker training isn’t so bad, is it?”
Logan chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “As long as it keeps you smiling, I’ll play along with whatever crazy idea you come up with.”
Kara clicked the clicker one last time, sealing their playful agreement with a kiss. In that moment, they both knew that it wasn’t about the training or the rewards, but about the joy they found in each other’s company and the love that made every game worth playing.
Unexpected Bond
Summary: Logan and Scott go from rivals to boyfriends after a mission forces them to confront their true feelings.
The X-Jet flew silently through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of its engines a soothing backdrop to the fatigue that settled over Logan and Scott. They sat side by side in the back, their injuries treated but their minds still buzzing from the intensity of their latest mission. The familiar tension between them seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a newfound, tentative connection.
When the team disbanded, Scott lingered in the infirmary, his thoughts in turmoil. Logan, noticing Scott’s distant demeanor, approached him with an unusual tenderness.
“You alright, Summers?” Logan asked, his voice softer than usual.
Scott looked up, his eyes weary. “Just processing everything. Tonight was… a lot.”
Logan nodded, understanding. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air. It might help.”
They stepped outside into the garden, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the sterile environment of the infirmary. They walked in silence to a secluded bench and sat down, the serenity of the garden offering a momentary escape from the chaos of their lives.
Logan broke the silence with a thoughtful tone. “You know, I’ve come to respect you more than I ever thought I would. You handle these situations better than I gave you credit for.”
Scott, surprised by the compliment, met Logan’s gaze. “Thanks, Logan. That means a lot coming from you.”
Logan smirked, though his eyes were sincere. “Don’t get used to it.”
Scott chuckled, the sound lightening the mood. “You’re not so bad yourself. There’s more to you than just the rough exterior.”
Their eyes locked, and something shifted between them. The barriers they had meticulously built began to crumble, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable connection. Logan reached out, his hand gently covering Scott’s.
“Maybe we should stop pretending,” Logan suggested quietly, his gaze steady and earnest.
Scott’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “Maybe we should.”
Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. As they allowed themselves to fully embrace the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their eyes reflecting a new clarity.
“Guess this changes things,” Scott said, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.
Logan’s smirk softened into a real, tender smile. “For the better, I’d say.”
They spent the remainder of the night talking quietly, their walls down and their hearts open. The conversation flowed easily, touching on their hopes, fears, and dreams. As dawn approached, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their bond solidified by the night’s revelations.
In the weeks that followed, Logan and Scott navigated their new relationship with a blend of excitement and calm. They found themselves falling into a new rhythm, their interactions filled with a sense of ease that had been missing before. The tension that once marked their exchanges had transformed into a deep, supportive connection.
Their teamwork improved significantly. In battle, their coordination was almost instinctive, their moves synchronized in a way they hadn’t achieved before. Outside of missions, they found comfort in the small, everyday moments—sharing meals, watching movies, and enjoying quiet evenings together.
One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Scott and Logan retreated to their quarters. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Scott lay on the bed, looking over at Logan who was seated nearby, lost in thought.
“You know,” Scott said softly, breaking the silence, “this is different from what I imagined. But it feels right.”
Logan looked up from his thoughts, a tender smile crossing his face. “Yeah, it’s different. But it’s exactly what we needed. I’m really glad we found this.”
Scott shifted, sitting up and moving closer to Logan. “Me too. I never thought I’d find something like this, something so… meaningful.”
Logan reached out, his hand brushing against Scott’s cheek. “Neither did I. But now that we have it, I’m not letting it go.”
They continued to explore their relationship, finding joy in the ordinary and comfort in each other’s presence. They celebrated milestones, both big and small, and supported each other through challenges. Their bond became a source of strength not only for them but for the entire team. The acceptance they received from their colleagues reinforced the importance of their connection and made their journey together feel even more significant.
One particularly quiet evening, they sat together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. Logan glanced over at Scott, who was nestled against him, a contented smile on his face.
“This,” Scott said softly, “this is what I’ve always wanted. To be here with you, just… being.”
Logan pressed a gentle kiss to Scott’s forehead. “I feel the same way. We’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew their journey was only beginning. Their relationship, forged through shared experiences and newfound understanding, was a testament to the unexpected and enduring nature of true connection. Facing the future together, they embraced the promise of their bond, ready to tackle whatever came their way with unwavering support and love.
Love your writing! Can I request a fic where worst!Logan gets short in the head or like knocked or smith and when he wakes up the first thing he sees is readers face, kneeling in front of him? It kinda shocks wade how in every reality Logan falls for reader
Across Every Universe
Summary: Logan wakes up to the reader's face, and Deadpool notes he falls for her in every reality.
The world is spinning. Logan’s head feels like it’s been split in two, and he can’t tell if it’s from the blow he took or just the sheer exhaustion of everything. He blinks, trying to focus on something, anything. Pain lances through his skull, and for a moment, he wonders if this time, they finally did him in.
Then he sees a face—a familiar face—kneeling in front of him, eyes wide with worry.
“Logan?” The voice is soft, panicked. He knows that voice. It’s always the same, always her.
He blinks again, trying to clear the fog from his vision. Her hand is on his cheek, warm and steady, and he swears he can feel his healing factor working just a little faster because of it.
“Hey, you with me?” she asks, her voice a gentle tether pulling him back from the edge of oblivion.
He tries to speak, but his throat feels like it’s full of gravel. Instead, he just nods, reaching up to cover her hand with his. Her presence soothes him, anchors him in a way he can’t quite explain.
“Unbelievable,” comes a voice from somewhere behind her, dripping with disbelief and just a little bit of amusement. “Every damn time.”
Logan shifts his gaze past her to see Wade Wilson standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his mask slightly askew from whatever scrap they just had. Wade shakes his head, his mouth twisting into a smirk that Logan wants to knock clean off his face.
“Every universe, every timeline,” Wade continues, pointing between Logan and the reader, “you always fall for her. No matter what. It’s like some cosmic joke, and I’m the only one in on it.”
The reader turns to glare at Wade. “Could you be serious for once? He just got his head knocked in!”
Wade throws up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. It’s like you two are star-crossed or something, but in a super cheesy, rom-com way.” He pauses, considering. “Actually, more like one of those soap operas. Will they, won’t they, are they—”
“Shut up, Wade,” Logan growls, voice rough but gaining strength. He pushes himself up to sit, still holding onto the reader’s hand as if she might disappear if he lets go. “What the hell happened?”
The reader turns her attention back to him, brows furrowed in concern. “You took a hit to the head. We were surrounded, and you stepped in front of me.”
Logan frowns, piecing together fragments of memory. “Yeah… I remember that.” He shakes his head slightly. “Why’d you do that?”
She smiles, a small, exasperated thing that lights up her face. “Maybe because I like having you around, dumbass.”
Logan can’t help but chuckle, even though it hurts his ribs. “That makes one of us.”
Wade snorts. “Oh, please. You two are like a badly written love song, but somehow it always ends up being the top hit on every playlist.”
Logan rolls his eyes but squeezes the reader’s hand tighter. “Why don’t you take a walk, Wade? Go find someone else to annoy.”
Wade grins. “Oh, I think I’ll stick around. Wouldn’t want to miss the moment you realize—yet again—that you’re head over heels.”
Logan sighs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing at his lips. Because as much as he hates to admit it, Wade isn’t wrong. In every universe, every reality, every damn timeline, it always comes down to this: him and her.
Maybe it’s fate. Or maybe it’s just that some things are meant to be, no matter how many times the world tries to knock him down.
And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.
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