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Bucky adjusting to the modern world would include... (Headcanon)

Request: NOT REQUESTED.

Summary: You help Bucky Barnes adjust to the modern world and it’s adorable.

Word count: 463

Warnings: None

A/N: Bucky Barnes will be the death of me.

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Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Visiting numerous museums where he could read about himself and the good life he lived
Little kids gazing in awe at Bucky as they innocently touch his metal arm and bombard him with questions about his life
Kid: “Mr Bucky, Sir, what was the war like?”
Kid: “How did you survive the fall?”
Kid: “Why did you kill lots of people?”
Bucky becoming anxious because he isn’t able to handle and/or answer all their questions
Having to take over and steer Bucky away from the growing crowd as he starts to break down
Bucky constantly feeling bad that you have to go home early because of his anxiety.
You: “Buck, let’s get home. I only wanted to see the parts about you anyway.”
Spending hours in department stores as Bucky marvels at all of the new technology
Bucky walking around the shop with an abundance of VERY expensive items in his arms so he can show them to you
Worker: “Sir, if you wouldn’t mind putting those items down.”
Bucky constantly receiving dirty looks from shop assistants as he touches everything a little too roughly
Worker: “Sir, please put that down! Oh lord…. Security!?!”
Bucky managing to rip security wires tied to expensive products wayyyyy too many times
Having to desperately explain to the police he didn’t try and steal the £10,000 product, he was just looking
You: “Officer, look it’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure it happens all the time”
Policeman: “Not. Once.”
Setting up Snapchat for Bucky
Walking into the kitchen every day and finding Bucky and Steve going through all of the filters
Bucky whipping out the dog filter at every inappropriate moment
Bucky arguing with Tony about how he’s still masculine despite wanting to look like an adorable puppy 99.9% of the time
Bucky: “At least I don’t hide in a tin can!”
Tony: “At least magnets don’t attach themselves to my arm when I open the fridge because there’s certainly nothing ‘manly’ about that either!”
Bucky loving to go to aquariums
Bucky: “Y/N! Y/N!!! Look at the colourful fish! Y/N you’re not looking at the pretty fish!”
Bucky freaking out when you tell him you’ve organised a trip to an aquarium where he can feed the sharks
You: “Bucky! Don’t lean in so far! Sharks still bite in the 21st century!”
Buck freaking out, even more, when you organise an outing at the zoo where he’ll be able to feed the penguins
Bucky: “You’re joking, right? Penguins! OMP.”
You: “It’s 'OMG’, Bucky.”
Bucky: “Oh no, I meant Oh My Penguins, I’m hoping it’ll catch on!”
Bucky wanting to constantly to go back and see the penguins
Bucky: “Can we buy one?”
You: “No, Bucky they live in zoos.”
Bucky: “Can we buy a zoo then?”


A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive criticism is appreciated!

Voicemail

Summary: In which Bucky sends you to voicemail without realizing it’s the last time he’ll ever hear your voice.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,235

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing :)

Originally posted by jamesnbucky

When Bucky’s phone starts ringing, he knows it’s you for multiple reasons. One, you’re the only person who ever calls him. Two, you programmed his phone to play a specific song whenever you called. He constantly forgets the name of it, but he knows the female singing really likes saying ‘I woke up like this’.

“Are you gonna get that?” Steve asks, gesturing to the ringing device in Bucky’s pocket.

“No,” he responds, silencing his phone the way you taught him to. “I’ll just see her when I get home.”

“Home?” Steve’s lips tilt upwards into a smirk.

“Her home,” Bucky corrects in vain. It’s not a secret that he spends all of his free time with you.

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Being Sebastian Stan's love interest would include... (Headcanon)

Request: NOT REQUESTED

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory…

Word count: 478

Warnings: None

A/N: If you have any other ideas related to this headcanon, PLEASE TELL ME THEM!!!

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Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers


Seb being the perfect gentleman in public
Opening doors for you/helping you up the stairs
But on the set, it’s SOOOO different
Seb constantly tripping you up
Making you laugh behind the camera
Making you laugh during the most inappropriate moments
Director: “Y/N, we are making a horror movie, not a comedy!”
Director: “Y/N, Seb, you have just witnessed your family being killed. I don’t get the joke?”
Director: “Y/N, Seb… You know what? I give up. I retire!”
Fans shipping you to the next level
Fans calling you ‘Mum’ and 'Dad’
Awkward questions being asked at ComicCon panels
Fan: “Y/N, judging  off of the sex scenes you have filmed with Seb and any personal experience, how good is he in bed?”
Y/N: “Why do you need to know that?”
Fan: “A science project for school.”
Y/N: “Oh well if it’s a matter of life and death I guess I have to answer!”
Seb: “Wait! Hold on! What do you mean by 'personal experience’?”
Star gazing in the middle of late night shoots
Seb: “A shooting star! Make a wish!”
Y/N: “What did you wish for?”
Seb: “Another increasingly explicit sex scene.”
Pranking each other on set
Slagging each other off in interviews
Interviewer: “So, Y/N what is it like working with Sebastian?”
Y/N: “Horrific! He constantly messes around, always up to no good, ruins the set. He really is a pain in the butt.”
Seb *voice faintly heard in the distance*: “I heard that!”
Leaving weird gifts in each other’s trailers
Seb leaving you a bouquet of flowers one day and a sex toy the next
The gifts getting weirder and weirder as filming progresses 
Makeup artist: “So what did he leave you today, Y/N?”
Y/N: “A pile of loose change…”
Makeup artist *desperately trying to sound optimistic*: “You never know, it might come in handy one day.”
The loose change did indeed come in handy as you spent the whole day throwing it at Sebastian and screaming at him “PEASANT!”
Having to get over the awkwardness and slight fear of being naked in front of each other
Seb having to take a break because he’d pulled a muscle flexing so much
Filming a fight scene
Accidentally punching him in the face
Sebastian dramatic falling to the floor in pain and pretending to cry, 
Y/N *while flexing and staring straight down the lens*: “Hulk 2.0, will shortly be in a cinema near you.”
Taking pictures at the premiere together
Messing around in the screening
Throwing popcorn at each other
Having to answer questions the next day about a film you didn’t even end up watching
The press tour
Sitting next to each other on plane rides
Watching movies at the exact same time so you can laugh together
Ending up sleeping on each other
The cast picking on you both for being so cute
Being the most stereotypical tourists and pissing off all the local people


A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive crititism is appreciated!

Just Keeping the Peace

Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 593

Warnings: Angst.

Anon asked “can you do a Sebastian Stan x reader with the song Move together by James Bay please”

A/N: I’m sorry I couldn’t get this in earlier. I wanted to listen to the song as many times so I can attempt to make this good. I made it angsty because I am a sucker for angst (and this is kind of how I understood it) But here it is. I hope you like it :)

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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Request: “Request Hey! Was wondering if I could get a request? It’s where the reader is Tony’s girlfriend (they’re really in love) and has been for a while but Bucky is completely in love with her? If you could write about Bucky seeing them doing random stuff that you think they would do and his thoughts on it all? Also, Bucky is super confused because she is not his type at all as she likes heavy metal and basically everything Tony does? Btw adore your writing :) ❤” -@y0ulo0ksoco0l

Summary: Bucky had never experienced true love until he met you.

Word count: 3,154

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had SO much fun writing it! By the way, I adore you :)

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Originally posted by katerinasgranger


For some unknown reason, Bucky had woken up this morning knowing something was different: today was going to be good.

Loud laughter filled the air, every nook and cranny overflowing with the echo of happiness. The sun seemed to burn brighter as rays of sunlight gleamed off every surface and danced across Bucky’s skin. The darkness that normally marched around the back of Bucky’s mind had been lifted, gloom no longer infected his thoughts and a deep, dark mist was no longer sewn onto his eyelids.

Walking into the living area, which could be frequently mistaken for a youth club, Bucky rubbed the last remaining fragments of sleep out of his eyes. The laughter he heard from his bedroom had grown into a roar of hollering and Bucky certainly wasn’t a fan but, at least, it woke him up.

Despite being comfortably settled in and used to city life, large social interactions still wrecked havoc on Bucky’s anxiety and, therefore, he certainly didn’t want to somehow wind up being asked to ‘join in’ as, after that, there would be no escape. But, he certainly wasn’t helping himself, the longer he stood there, the higher the risk of being caught and reeled in.

All he needed to do was get into the kitchen, get something to eat and get out, a couple more minutes and he’d be able to slip back into the comfort of his room Yet, his feet stayed firmly planted in the doorway, his body turned to ice.

As he desperately attempted to calm his mind and slow the frantic beat of his heart, he took in his surroundings. However, while observing the theatrical setting before him, he noticed a person that he had not seen before.

Every pair of eyes were latched onto her image, confidence dripped off the end of her slender fingers, long blonde hair rippled down her back in waves of delight and elegance, fused with an overwhelming sense of sexiness. She was mesmerising.

Bucky’s heart lost control, once again, and a faint blush climbed upon his cheeks. Never in his life had he seen someone so beautiful. For all Bucky knew, she could have been a model. Her body was perfectly proportioned, her smile sparkled and she was surrounded by an aura of happiness and light. With a flick of her finger, she was able to capture the interest of the people surrounding her; she made them smile and laugh, her confidence was intimidating, to say the least. She reminded Bucky of Tony, well except for the fact Tony was an asshole and the woman before him looked like the complete opposite.

Like the rest of the Tower’s occupants he felt hypnotised by her presence, his body begged to join in, to reach out and touch her…

But, Bucky had to keep away. In the silent corners of his day, demons would creep under his skin and plague his mind –he was still dangerous, he had never stopped being dangerous. Whenever he got close to someone, fate would dangle them before his eyes then rip them away. He did not belong with people of such beauty, he did not deserve to.

Ripping his eyes from her figure, he trekked back to the comfort of his bedroom and begged his mind to forget the addictive smell of her fragrance.

A few hours later the laughter had died down and Bucky assumed the coast was clear. So, he got up and he headed to the gym, desperate to relieve the tension that pulled at his heart strings.

As soon as he opened the door, he sensed the gym was not empty like he had hoped. As he looked around, searching for the intruder, a sea of blonde hair flashed at the corner of his eye. Shit.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky vowed to ignore her. All he had to do was stay for twenty minutes to reduce the suspicion that he was avoiding her then, leave. What could go wrong?

Heading in the opposite direction of where she was positioned, Bucky put in his earphones and turned his music up to full volume, praying that the authoritative lullaby of an orchestra would settle his nerves.

After twenty minutes had flown by, he silently thanked the Gods. He could leave and, oh, he planned to as quickly as possible. Hastily, he turned off the machine, wiped the sweat gathering at his brow and turned around. But, of course, he happened to collide with a body much smaller than his, throwing the person to the ground.

A deep red sprung upon his face as he apologised profusely, helping the young woman up, whom after brushing herself off and gathering her wits, thrust her hand forward, a look of embarrassment flushed through her cheeks.

“I’m really sorry; I shouldn’t have been standing so close. I guess I just grew incompetent in my excitement to finally meet you, Steve has said the most wonderful things.” Her voice flowed like honey and her eyelashes fluttered as she sent a sweet smile Bucky’s way.

Stupefied, Bucky searched for something to say. He longed to shake her hand but she’d held up the wrong one, he’d have to shake it with his metal arm and he wasn’t quite ready for that. Just as he’d formed a sentence that was somewhat coherent within the mess that was his mind, the woman in front of him filled the empty silence instead.

Dropping her arm, her smile faltered as a realised her mistake. “Anyway, it’s lovely to meet you even if I’m currently drenched in sweat. My names Rosemary, maybe we could hang out sometime? It was a real shame that you couldn’t join us this morning.” Giving Bucky one last smile, Rosemary turned around and started to leave the gym. Thinking that she’d upset Bucky, she deemed it best to just give him some time; maybe she could try again later.

On cue, Bucky’s stomach growled and gathering all the courage he could find, he blurted out the sentence that led to the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. “Do you to get McDonald’s?”

Stopping in her tracks, a smile burst onto Rosemary’s face. “I’m not a big fan of fast food but, after we’ve cleaned up, we could cook something? There’s no point Tony having a massive kitchen if no one uses it.” Turning round to see Bucky’s reaction, her smile grew even as she was faced with a warm smile and Bucky’s sparkling, grey eyes.

“That sounds good!” Bucky agreed.

Every day since then Rosemary and Bucky cooked together: sometimes it was for the whole team, sometimes it was just for them and sometimes they used their impressive skills to microwave some popcorn as they sat down to watch a movie. It gave Bucky, the release he needed. For that small part of his day, he could relax and forget every worry-

“Buck! The plums! You’re burning the plums.” Rosemary shouted as she rushed over to save the day. Well, every worry except burning the food in front of him.

“Are you doing okay today? You look very distracted.” Her voice turned soft as the turned towards Bucky, giving him her full attention.

The truth was that he was more than alright: he felt like he was on cloud nine. He and Rosemary had grown exponentially closer as they spent more and more time together, he woke up looking forward to seeing her and feel asleep still laughing at the mischief they wound themselves up in that day. His nightmares were fading and his face frequently wore a smile, a major improvement since when he’d first arrived.

Day by day he also felt himself falling further in love with her. He now noticed the way Rosemary’s hair shone white in the sunlight, how her blue iris’ were surrounded by a ring of emerald green, how her love of rock music (much to Bucky’s disgust) fuelled her shower sessions in the morning and how, despite her confidence, she often got embarrassed when given compliments.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bucky sighed, a smile written upon his face. If only had the confidence to show her how he really felt.

“Good,” Rosemary replied, her voice almost a whisper as she doubted Bucky had told her the truth. “However, I have some bad news: I won’t be able to make our sessions anymore. Tony gets back from his mission tomorrow so, from now on, I’m going to be one very busy lady.”

Bucky’s body tensed up, what was he going to do? How could he get through her day without the smell of her sweet perfume or her infectious laughter? How dare Tony steal his happiness from him!

Much to Bucky’s disgust, Rosemary wasn’t lying or even exaggerating. She always seemed to be doing something or going somewhere and elevator conversations turned into quick nods of acknowledgement as she flew past him on the way to an important meeting, hugs turned into small smiles as they connected eyes from different sides of a room. It was killing Bucky.

His nightmares blazed throughout the night, scorching his mind and covering his skin in a thick layer of sweat. His room became his sanctuary once again, as he missed movie nights and stayed away from the smallest sign of human contact.

But Bucky wasn’t the only one his isolation was affecting, Steve’s heart hung heavy in his chest as he watched his best friend fall backwards into a pit of sorrow. Steve had to do something.

“What the hell happened to you, Buck?” Steve exclaimed, his throat dry and sore. Seeing Bucky like this filled him with so much pain and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Turning his head to look straight into Steve’s eyes, Bucky’s own eyes filled with tears. “I think I fell in love,” he croaked out. The look in Bucky’s eyes was indescribable; they were coated with a raging insufferable ache that turned his grey eyes dark with despair.

“Buck…” Steve sighed, reaching out to comfort his friend, his breath full of unease.

“Go on. Tell me that my feelings aren’t real, that I’m imagining them.” Bucky taunted, his voice laced with spite.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Steve replied, averting his gaze to the floor.

“Yes, you were! You were going to say exactly that, just in the overly polite language that comes out of your mouth. I’ve had enough of people telling me what to feel and what not to feel.” The volume of Bucky’s voice increased as his body turned to stone; the only inclination of his true emotions was that sad look in his eyes.

Just as Steve was about to bombard Bucky with questions about his strong feelings of affection, it all fell into place. One word explaining it all: Rosemary. Without realising it she had strung Bucky along, every time they met he had latched more of himself onto her until Tony came back and she left. Steve would understand if Bucky had described it as a crush but love? How could you feel such strong feelings towards someone who was dating your enemy?

That was the thing: Bucky had no idea. Not wanting Bucky to hate her like he hated Tony, Rosemary had kept it from him. Her intentions were innocent but she’d wound up breaking Bucky’s heart into a million pieces. There was so much Bucky didn’t know that he’d filled the gaps with his own explanations about his arm driving Rosemary away, how she grew scared of him, how she got bored of his company and would now do anything to stay out of his way.

How was Steve going to explain the truth to Buck?

“She’s not the one for you, Buck, and you know it. There’s a difference between being in love with a person and being in love with the idea of that person. Or, maybe it’s the idea of having someone but she’s not yours to have.” Steve didn’t know how else to say it. But Bucky obviously didn’t take it the right way as he quickly stood up, mumbling phrases of hatred directed towards the world under his breath.

Steve was lost, he didn’t know what he could say nor do that would make it better. Maybe there wasn’t anything he could do.

“She’s dating Tony.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them tumbling out, he didn’t want to say it but someone had to tell Bucky and if Rosemary wouldn’t then it was up to Steve.

Bucky stopped, each word slicing a fresh wound into his heart.

“They’ve been dating for what seems like forever. Yes, that time has been filled with breaks here and there but at the end of the day, they always manage to wind up in each other’s arms. I’m not trying to manipulate your feelings, or whatever you’re accusing me of but, Buck, do you even know what you’re feeling?”

Bucky gathered his broken pieces together and kept walking.

“She’s truly a lovely person; she’s intelligent, kind, confident and normal. She doesn’t have a dark past or a hidden super power, the world doesn’t plaster her face in every museum known to man and a secret organisation doesn’t try and take her down. But that doesn’t mean she’s the right person for you. Someone is out there waiting for you to be their hero in shining armour but that girl isn’t Rosemary. She already her hero, she has Tony.”

Bucky was soon out of sight as he rushed away, fearing the words would blow out the small flame of happiness he felt inside him.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Steve cried, consumed with grief at the sight of his friend falling apart right before his eyes and he realised it was too late. Bucky was already torn into pieces.

Days and night soon merged into one as time was not a concept that interested Bucky anymore, he had to let himself grieve and he didn’t care how long it took. Steve’s words had brought him a sense of comfort and he realised the images that he made up in his head were thankfully just a product of his imagination. Bucky had no choice but wait till his body fixed itself, there was no cure for heartbreak or way he would speed up the process but he was willing to wait. It would all work out in the end.

Bucky no longer isolated himself from his friends; he joined in on games night and had frequent competitions with Sam in the gym. He laughed and let himself enjoy the comfort of his closest companions. Of course, the itch inside his chest remained but with every passing moment, it started to fade.

Then, finally, one day it clicked.

The feelings Bucky had once felt were not love, they were just as complicated but not the same. More than anything, it was a sense of admiration that consumed him. He was awestruck by her confidence and charisma but didn’t want them for himself.

Rosemary was an excellent cook but his plum pies were better. Rosemary was a good fighter but Bucky’s metal arm always gave him the upper hand. Don’t get it wrong, it was not a competition to Bucky but he realised all he’d done was put himself down by comparing himself to Rosemary. He’d instilled his happiness in the thought of her and that was dangerous, it had caused him to lose himself. He was too focused on her excellence to appreciate his own. It was impossible to truly compare himself to someone else as, that person had not experienced the same things as Bucky, not had to deal with the same grief and happiness Bucky had been through.

He realised that now and he realised how Steve was right all along: Rosemary was not the girl for him.

Months had passed and Bucky’s heart had healed, he certainly wasn’t ready for another heartbreak but was, somewhat, putting himself out there. He’d gone on a few dates ranging from bad to beyond terrible and maybe it was because he wasn’t used to modern dating or maybe it was Sam whispering (the worst) advice into his ear but he’d decided to ‘go with the flow’. It would happen when the time was right and Bucky was prepared to wait.

To Bucky, dates felt staged and unnatural. The women always seemed to be both kinky as hell and extremely bad at hiding it or scared. Two things Bucky was certainly not ready for.

Walking into the coffee shop, he was caressed by the warm smell of cappuccinos and hot chocolates. The store had recently opened up and, despite its popularity, the queues were short and the drinks were of the highest standard- according to Scott anyway, not that the man needed coffee anytime of the day. But the thing that interested Bucky the most was that upstairs was a library, anytime from 6am-11pm you could waltz into the store grab a coffee, sit down and read your favourite book.

Once Bucky had grabbed his drink, he practically ran up the stairs in order to get his favourite seat in the house. Stuck in the corner next a massive window, Bucky could sit peacefully in silence while admiring the views of upstate New York.

Bucky read in order to calm his mind, the words were a lullaby to his soul that slowed the erratic beating of his heart and transported him to another reality. He could spend days pouring himself into the pages as the dusty old smell sung his mind to sleep. A mind that overworked and over thought, haunted by the taste of blood and the screams of innocents.

“Sir, would you like some more coffee?” Your quiet voice questioned, rescuing Bucky from his thoughts. Looking up Bucky was awe-struck and with a quick nod of his head, he drank you in.

There was a shyness to the woman before him and a softness in your voice, your beauty was not regular like super models but gleamed furiously in the delicate edges of your face and the swell of your lips. It was as if the stars had decided to rest inside the beauty of your eyes, wrapped up in the warm hues of your soul.

Your beauty was not something that could physically be held, it was not determined by the size of your jeans or the colour of your hair but flowed through the warm winds that rippled through your clothes and intertwined with the fiery passion that raced through your veins.

You were neither a model nor someone who walked down red carpets and men would not stare as you walked through the street, due to the fact you were not the embodiment of society’s twisted definition of beauty.

And you were simply not what Bucky had wished for, you were more.




A/N: Constructive criticisms is appreciated! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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Earlier I was watching Captain America : The First Avenger, when I got a call from a friend whose ringtone is set to “The Ghost of You” by My Chemical Romance.  It has come to my attention because of this odd pairing, that men who are dressed in 1940s military uniforms (properly tailored obviously) cause me to swoon like one of those women at the USO shows. I am hopelessly attracted to the oddest things…. Its no wonder im single and awkward as fuck.

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Request: “Can you write something about Bucky based on the writing prompt "I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by”? Thanks!!!!!! Xxxxxxxx"

Summary: After the decision is made to put Bucky back in cryo, your whole world falls apart and you completely lose control. Will your broken pieces ever be put back together?

Word count: 2,047

Warnings: None

A/N: I ran away with this so prepare for the feels to hit hard. I am aware this is low-key trash.

Italics are used to represent flashbacks.

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Originally posted by wintersthighs


“Y/N, it’s always such a pleasure to see you!” The strong, firm voice welcomed you as arms wrapped around your rigid figure. T'Challa had not always been a friend but as it now stood, he definitely wasn’t a foe.

“I’m sorry for not giving you any pre-warning, I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by.” You tried to make your voice sound comical, uplifting, you tried to make it sound like just being there didn’t rip your heart to pieces with every breath you inhaled and every step you took but, deep down you knew, you weren’t convincing anyone.

The worst thing being you had no choice, being away hurt even more - ever since they had chosen to freeze Bucky again you had been propelled at full force into a constant cycle of pain and destruction - Bucky was the love of your life, a love you would probably never see again.

“No problem, you’re always welcome. Stay for as long as you like!” T'Challa couldn’t help the sympathy that laced itself into his voice from showing, he always worried about how you were doing because it never seemed to be that you were doing okay.

As you watched T'Challa walk away, you suddenly forgot how to breathe. It always happened this way, every time you came here your body would undergo the same excruciating sequence. With every step closer to his body, your own grew colder than the ice that surrounded Bucky but your heart burned like fire as it pushed lava through your veins.

Steve had asked once to come with you. Personally, up until then, he’d always thought it was something you should do by yourself but once he was prompted by T'Challa of the fact that you had tried to use your skills as a pyrokinesis to melt the ice surrounding Bucky as well as nearly and unknowing setting aflame the whole city of Lagos - Steve thought it was time to intervene, time to help.

But, you didn’t want help. Not because you thought you didn’t need it, as you were well aware that you were spiralling out of control and therefore extremely dangerous, but because you were ignorant, selfish and madly in love with a man that had been snatched from your arms.

You and Bucky were the perfect team together, you kept each other sane. The presence of your smooth hair and soft skin at night kept Bucky’s nightmares at bay and, in the daytime, his electrifying eyes slowed the erratic beat of your heart. However, when Bucky was put in cryo, who was there to save you?

Your soul turned sour and your intentions were malicious, soon enough you were compromising missions and getting other people killed. You put your emotions and personal grudges before your vow to save the lives of the innocent and because of that, you had to go.

Soon enough you ended up taking a “vacation”, as Tony first called it, despite everyone knowing that it was because he had no idea how to deal with you anymore. No-one did.

You no longer were the Y/N they all knew and loved, you didn’t even know yourself anymore. So, your three-month vacation turned into a couple of years and you’d only recently returned to throw in the towel.

Pressing your trembling hands upon the glass that separated yourself from your lover, you let your tears run freely.

“Hey Bucky,” you whimpered, pausing slightly to wait for a reply you would never receive, “so I officially kicked myself off the team yesterday. I think they always knew if I ever came back it would be the last time they would see me but, none the less, hope radiated off their faces.”

Composing yourself you turned to knock on the door just as it flew open, taken back you quickly looked up and saw a security camera pointed straight in your direction. Of course, as soon as you entered the city, F.R.I.D.A.Y would follow your every step, she would know where you were heading before you even did yourself.

“Y/N?” A voice gasped. Looking into the doorway you saw tears already spewing from their eyes, a look of complete shock and confusion written upon their face as they battled between not touching you in case you disappeared and launching themselves on you in a hug.

“Hey Romanoff, looking good!” You chuckled, winking at her with your usual bubbly nature and, with that, she picked the latter, engulfing you in love, a feeling you hadn’t felt directed towards yourself in a long time.

“Y/N, you came at just the right time, everyone’s here and we were just making dinner, you can join us. Please sit next to me! I swear if Tony steals you away to show you his toys I will tackle him to the ground…” Standing there, watching her rant on about everything you missed, broke your heart into a million pieces and not wanting to forget the way it felt to have a best friend, you took everything in. The way sunlight made her auburn hair shine and her eyes sparkle, how her face constantly portrayed a look of control and reservation, she was sarcastic and, oh so, beautiful.

Breathing in her sexy aroma, shivers ran down your spine, it was something you had once been incredibly jealous of. Guys had always looked past you and straight to the beauty that now stood in front you, it had always made you upset until you met Bucky. Then, you were happy to have their eyes pass over you as you knew Bucky’s never would.

The rest of the evening was a blur as wide eyes and open arms greeted you - in an instant, everyone forgot the last couple of years and everything that caused the separation. No one asked questions, no one felt they needed to, you were back and you were safe - that was all that mattered.

“Steve was there, I don’t know why I was expecting him not to be or, maybe, I was just hoping that he wouldn’t be. Hoping that I wouldn’t have to put myself through the pain and realisation that I’d been forgiven by him but never by myself.”

The sound of Steve’s voice brought you back into reality as he stared in bewilderment at you from the other side of the room. With tears racing down his cheeks, he ran towards you, engulfed you in a hug and stifled your whimpers as you tried to apologise.

“The really fucked up thing is I want to go back. I want to watch shitty films on movie nights, I want to prank people with Peter, I want to paint my nails with Nat and I want to train with Steve. I want to hug him, I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to him and I want you to be there with me. I want to lie in your arms and kiss you good night-” By now, you weren’t technically even speaking English, it was more of a mixture between heart raking sobs and a few understandable syllables.

Taking a long, deep breath you composed yourself and continued.

“Tony gave me some gifts, I don’t think he could resist. They’re beautiful but dangerous, they remind me of you. Everything reminds me of you…”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y has been telling me all about your secret missions and I wanted to thank you by giving you a couple of ‘small’ gifts,” Tony said, with a smirk planted firmly on his face as he led you through the maze that was the Avengers main base.

“Tony,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “you know I hate unnecessarily expensive presents.”

“Oh no, you’ll like these ones. Trust me!” Tony chuckled in return as he was reminded of all the times he tried to shower you in luxuries and all the times those luxuries were instantly returned back to the store.

You silently thanked Tony for respecting the fact you didn’t want to discuss the missions on which the gifts were to be used. You knew Tony often watched over you, your personal guardian angel, ready to call for backup if any was needed, hell, if you were in trouble he’d fly in there himself without a second thought. But he also knew the more personal side to the missions, every one directed at a Hydra base Bucky might have stayed in an effort to find information on how to reverse the curse Hydra had placed on him.

The next couple of hours were spent working with Tony as he modified the armour and weapons he had designed and made specifically for you. Each piece was as perfect as the other, you cringed at how long Tony must have worked on them for. Motivated by the hope that one day he would be able to give you them in person, that you would one day come back alive.

As if reading your mind, Tony let out a sob, a sob so full of pain and hurt it was like a million knives had been stabbed into your chest. Sitting down next to Tony you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the camera and joined in. It lasted for about half an hour; both of you clinging onto each other for dear life - Tony crying as he felt responsible for your departure and the imprisonment of Bucky, as you cried knowing eventually you’d have to leave all the happiness you’d felt the last couple of days behind you.

“Soon enough, my time was up and I said my last goodbyes. I was finally leaving for good.”

Taking a deep breath you knew it was time, you’d stayed for way too long already and if you stayed another day you felt like you would never leave.

It wasn’t fair to do that to the team, forcing them to constantly be on the edge of their seats, forcing them to constantly anticipate your departure. None of it was fair, you knew you hadn’t acted in the right way, turning up out of nowhere, interrupting the swing of things. You’d been selfish and you were about to be selfish again: break everyone’s heart another time.

“Vision,” you called out, “it’s time.”

Appearing from thin air, he entered the room with a solemn look on his face. “Y/N, I urge you to think about this, there must be another way, the only thing everyone wants is for you to be happy and safe. Your best chances to be those two things are here with us.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You shouted, instantly sighing at the fact you’d accidentally and unnecessarily raised your voice, directing your anger at the one person who deserved it the least. Lowering it to almost a whisper, you looked down at your feet. “Vision, please ask everyone to meet in the common room in half an hour and, please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Once all your bags had been packed and gifts collected, you headed to your doom. Walking into the doors you found everyone gathered round the table; Sam and Nat were laughing with Cap about something or, more likely, laughing at Cap about something, Vision and Wanda sat together talking in hushed voices and Hawkeye joined Banner in a conversation about something way too complicated for this time in the morning. Searching for Tony, a hand enclosed around yours, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t have to do this, we can work something out,” Tony pleaded, without even looking, you could sense the tears building in his eyes.

Encapsulating him in a hug, you whispered in his ear, “Don’t lie to yourself, Tony. We both know I have no other choice.”

Silence fell as people noticed your presence and tension filled the air. Giving you one last squeeze, Tony kissed your cheek. “You always have a choice.”

“I hate it all so much because I want to go home but even more than that, I need you Bucky, I need you to come back to me,” With that, you finally, utterly and completely fell apart.



Moments later, arms wrapped around your figure - one inhumanly stronger than the other.

“Let’s go home, doll.”



A/N: Dun! Dun! DUNNNNNNN! Constructive crititism is appreciated!

Imagine:Robert making  you jealouse. Only for you to confess your feelings to Sebastian.

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You: you wouldn’t. 

Robert: oh yeah try me. 

*Gif*

You: umm… Seb can I talk to you?

Sebastian: Yeah, what’s up?

You: um well you see there is this someone that um.. …likes you but they are too shy to tell you…

Sebastian: oh really and who would that be. 

You: someone you know very well.

Sebastian: well you can tell this “someone” that I like them too.

You:*shocked* Y-You do?

Sebastian: *kisses you* Yes for a long time now. So how about I take this ‘someone” on a date?

You: they would love that.

It’s Always Been You PT.2

Summary: You and Bucky had instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing, he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with him and his past.

Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past, but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever growing love for your best friend.

Bucky + Plus Size Reader

STORY TW: Weight Issues, Fat Shaming, Swearing, Violence, Smut (Maybe? Idk yet)

CHAPTER TW: Weight Issues, Low self-esteem, Swearing.

A/N: Hey! Thank you guys so much for the amazing response that part one received, I couldn’t wait to write part 2 and upload it! So here it is! Thanks Dolls! - Rae xo

PS. If anyone wants to be tagged in this do let me know! and if you have any requests or anything, my inbox is always open! Ok, I’ll let you carry on now! xo

Word count: 1188

PART 1

2: This Might Be Fun After All

Whilst brushing your teeth, you made the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror. You soon found yourself studying your features, scrutinising every part of yourself. Your nose was too big, your eyes are too far apart, your lips are too thin, your eyebrows are completely different…you could go on for hours. You turned your attention to your belly, prodding and pulling it every which way, you sighed heavily and let your hands and head fall. You felt revolting, screwing your eyes shut to push the thought from your head, you spat out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth.

Ever since the breakfast incident, you hardly left your room, and rarely went into any of the communal areas at the facility. If you absolutely had to venture out into the world outside of your bedroom, you’d wear big baggy clothes to hide yourself with. This didn’t go un-noticed by your super soldier best friend.

“Why don’t you ever leave your room anymore Y/N?”

“It’s just easier that way Buck,” you gulped, not wanting to talk to him about this anymore, “People don’t have to see me and I won’t get hurt by their words or stares, it’s a win/win.” He didn’t believe you for one moment, and you knew it.

“No, it’s not angel. You’re cutting yourself off from everyone, it’s no good for you! You need to-“ he was cut off by a rather fast knock at your door.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute please?” Stark.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m not wearing 40 layers, you might bring your lunch up if you see me this way.” You quipped back, still angry and hurt at the way he talked to you. You hadn’t spoken to Tony for a week, unless you were on a mission together, and even then, you kept it strictly professional.  His eye roll behind the door was audible.

“Come on Siren,” he used your avengers title, “I’m not leaving until you come out, you can’t hole up in there forever! I’ll just hang out here until you answer me.” You knew he was serious, so with a huff, you stalked over to your door, and nearly pulled open off it’s hinges, startling Tony.

“What?” you spat at him. He gestured, asking for permission to enter your room, you rolled your eyes and stepped aside, allowing him access to your room. As you moved, you revealed that Bucky was standing there. Both his arms crossed as if here were a doorman at a club. Protecting you, you’d like to believe. The sight of Bucky the Bodyguard put Tony on edge as you could see him physically tense up.

“Does Metal Mickey over here always have to be by your side?” He nervously laughed, you didn’t find it funny, “Wow, tough crowd” He nervously scratched the back of his head, thinking of what to say.

“What did you want Stark?” Bucky broke the silence, his voice deep and menacing. You’d never heard his voice like that before…did it suddenly get hot in here?

“I, I wanted to apologise to Y/N for what happened the other day.” he stated, turning to you, “Y/N, what I said to you was wrong, it was beyond the realm of wrong. I was tired from the mission and cranky because I had so much to catch up on and I know that doesn’t excuse me being a colossal asshole to you, and I am sorry, I’m truly and honestly sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you in the way that I did, and I really want to make it up to you because I feel awful, I can’t even believe I did that to you-“ he wasn’t coming up for air, and you knew he wouldn’t stop talking until you’d forgiven him.

“Tony, Stop. You’re going to run out of breath,” you chuckled, “I’m not saying it’s ok, because it isn’t, what you said really hurt me but, I accept your apology” you smiled graciously at him, and extended you hand for him to shake. He took your hand and pulled you in for a hug.

“I am sorry Siren, honestly” his voice cracking, you almost thought he was crying.

“I know Tony, I know.” You patted him on the back and broke away from the hug. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and started to feel like your old self again. You glanced over at Bucky, his eyes burning into the back of Starks head, but softening when his stare met you. “Right boys, if you’d excuse me, I’m gonna jump in the shower” you smiled, turning to go into the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll just leave then,” Tony pointed at the door and went to leave, before turning back around to both you and Bucky, “Oh! Almost forgot, There’s a party tonight. From the city in celebration of the work we do for it. It’s black tie, obviously” his eyes glancing over to your wardrobe, “You’re both coming, right?”

“Erm, no, I’m alright actually Tony, I don’t have a dress” you looked down at the floor, embarrassed to tell your friends the reason why. You never saw the point in buying dresses and skirts and things like that, you never wore them, so why waste your money on them?

“Seriously doll, you don’t own a dress?” Bucky chimed in, amazed at the fact that you had only just shared with him.

“No, I’ve never needed to before,’ you stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Without a moment’s hesitation you heard the billionaire call out into the air.

“F R I D A Y?”

“Yes Mr Stark, how can I help you today?” the polite voice called out.

“Get Nikki the stylist and her whole team over here, as soon as possible please. We’re giving Siren here a makeover”

Tony looked over at you and Bucky, meeting his eyes were two very shocked faces. You opened your mouth as if in protest and Tony hushed you with a finger and you shut up.

“I don’t want to hear it Y/L/N. This is my way of making it up to you ok?” you were about to open your mouth again but he cut you off, “OK?” he was a bit more firm with you this time.

“Ok Tony,” he turned on his heels and walked out of the room, you shouted down the corridor after him, “Thank you!” He waved it off and you smiled happily, it was nice that you two were on talking terms again.  

“Looks like you gotta hurry up with that shower doll. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you!” Bucky laughed in disbelief at what was about to happen. He’d only ever seen you wear jeans or sweatpants and a t-shirt before, now you’re going be all prettied up! He was secretly curious about what you’d look like, “C’ya later Angel” he pulled you into a quick hug and pecked you on the cheek as he was leaving your room, leaving you to enjoy your day of pampering alone.

This might be fun.

I am officially in love with Sebatian Stan...

Thank you @hydraballista for dragging me into another hell level of a cursed, professional fangirl.

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