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“I know the keyblade didn’t choose me, and I don’t care. I’m proud to be a small part of something bigger.”

Winter Soldier Set-Up

Words: 1131
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Request: I’m so in looooove with your Imagines ! I’d also like to request something. You’re Wanda’s best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you’re immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you’re friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3″ -Anon


[Y/N]! What a pleasant surprise!” Your best friend, Wanda Maximoff, smiled when she caught you hanging around in the kitchen of the Avenger’s compound.

“Sorry, I should have texted you that I was coming over. This place is like my second home now. I wasn’t even thinking.” You apologized.

“No, it’s alright.” She smiled. “Moj dom je tvoj dom; my home is your home. What brings you all this way across town?”

“Bucky texted me and asked if I wanted to see a movie.” You explained.

“Did he now?” Wanda smirked and leaned on kitchen counter island. You rolled your eyes. You knew her well enough by now to know when she was reading too much into something. You and Bucky were just friends. (Much to your disappointment.)

“It’s not like that.” You insisted. “He sees me like his kid sister or something. His nickname for me is literally kid.” You groaned.

“I disagree.” Wanda frowned. “There is a spark between you. Everyone sees it.” Just then, Steve and Natasha came into the kitchen. They smiled at you and Wanda before sharing a look.

“Why do I get the feeling the two of you are conspiring in here?” Nat asked. She walked to the fridge and got herself a water bottle while she waited for an answer.

“This time it is not us.” Wanda argued. “Barnes has invited [Y/N] to watch a movie with him.”

“Really?” Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I asked him if he had any plans today and he said he wasn’t up to anything special.” You shot Wanda a look as if to say ‘I told you so,’ like Steve had just proven your point about being just a friend to Bucky.

“Barnes has always had a soft spot for [Y/N].” Nat said, out loud. You wondered if she remembered you were in the room. “Ever since that day she first came to visit Wanda.”

“I remember this!” Wanda agreed. “You were horribly lost, and Barnes came to your rescue.” She winked at you suggestively.

“Don’t you think you guys are being a bit overdramatic?” You rolled your eyes again. “Cap, you know Bucky better than anyone. Please tell them there is no way he has any romantic interest in me.”

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  • Female character: *is generally kind to everyone, sweet, good manners, isn't a troublemaker*
  • Fandom: can we plz get more interesting female characters???? I hate these goody goody Mary Sues who never sass adults or kick puppies like strong characters should!!1!!
  • Male character: *is generally kind to everyone, sweet, good manners, isn't a troublemaker*
  • Fandom: LOOK AT THIS LIL CINNAMON ROLL HE IS A PRECIOUS ANGEL AND DOES NOTHING WRONG WHY AREN'T THERE GUYS IRL LIKE THIS
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For the past week or so, Pan had been watching you sneak from your cabin during the middle of the night. Not that Pan was watching you like a weirdo (he felt like a weirdo the first time he did it), but the fact that one of his Lost Children was sneaking away in the dead of night raised his curiosity.

Yet tonight again, Pan stood at the window in his tree house, watching you tiptoe your way out of camp. He turned around, rubbing his hands over his face with a sigh as you went out of view, into the forest. Pan didn’t like it when you left because what if something happened to you? Not that there was anything too bad on Neverland to fear, but what if a mermaid got you? What if you fell? He rolled his eyes, as all these annoying what ifs were giving him a headache.


“I just… don’t understand why… she feels the need to… sneak out of camp.” Pan spoke slowly as if trying to think up reasons between his words.

Felix shrugged, his attention caught on the piece of wood he was carving in his hands. “Well does she do anything?”

“She does nothing around this island.” Pan rolled his eyes. “All she does is follow me around and complain.”

“Not that kind of do anything. Does (Y/N)… I don’t know. Does she dance? Or sing? Or draw? Has she ever mentioned anything she likes to do before?” Felix ended his sentence with a mumbled curse word, as the blade slipped from his grip and narrowly missed his finger.

Pan scrunched his eyebrows, the sound of the playing and screaming Lost Boys somewhere behind him. You had mentioned a while back that you enjoyed to sing but could that be the reason? Was it really that… simple?

“Well (Y/N) likes to sing…” Pan shrugged.

Felix nodded, a duh expression taking over his features. Pan’s eyebrows shot up in realization but yet, he wasn’t completely convinced. You could be trying to find a way off the island for all he knew.

“What’re you carving anyways?” Pan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Felix grinned, holding up the distorted figure. “It’s suppose to be like, a miniature sword but it looks like —.”

“It kind of looks like Tinkerbell.”

The two boys erupted into chuckles, as the thing in Felix’s hand did kind of resemble Tinkerbell in an unflattering way. They were followed by a beat of silence afterwards.

“You know Pan, I don’t usually suggest this kind'a stuff but if you’re so curious about (Y/N), why don’t you follow her?”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” Pan sighed, rubbing his jaw in thought but he quickly dismissed the topic.


That same night, you creeped out of your tent and down the forest path you had memorized so well. It was lit by the moonshine as the sky was particularly clear tonight, which only added to your excitement.

Nobody on Neverland knew you lived to sing. Nobody except maybe Pan, but you genuinely doubted he cared. Being the only girl on Neverland definitely had its perks but sometimes, you felt like the disadvantages outweighed the perks. Rather than the group of boys hearing and teasing you endlessly about your singing, you opted for sneaking away from camp to enjoy the music you created in peace. It’s not like you were even a bad singer — you were pretty damn good if you asked yourself. But it wouldn’t matter if you were the greatest singer to grace the Earth, as the boys would find any chance to poke fun.

Your mind had wandered and eventually you found yourself at the small meadow you had been visiting for the past days. It was dark and slightly eerie but you knew you were completely safe, which happened to be one of the perks you had thought of earlier.

You started with the chorus of a basic pop song, one you had remembered the radios playing often when you lived on the Mainland. The more you sang out the more confident you became, a small smile tugging at your mouth. You playfully moved your hips along to the catchy song, ending with a laugh at your own silliness. As it always does, your mind left your thoughts and soon you imagined yourself as a singer on stage. You skipped around the meadow, twirling and holding notes out as you completely lost yourself in your acapella.

Pan stood hidden enough to remain unseen but also out enough to where he could see you and honestly, he had never seen you so… alive. Your voice was better than words, as he hadn’t heard good singing in years.

A boyish smile pulled at his mouth from watching you and without thinking, he leaned against a tree, loudly cracking branches as he did so. Pan held his breath as your dancing came to a halt. You tucked some loose hair behind your ear, focused on the spot where you had heard the cracking. Someone had been watching you and instead of panic, embarrassment flooded you.

“Who’s there?” You called. It wasn’t the fact that they caught you singing and dancing, but more the fact they were spying was what embarrassed and angered you.

Pan stumbled through the bushes, brushing off pine needles and tree bits that had fallen onto him.

“Pan?” You accused with a shrilly voice.

“Hello, love.” Pan nodded. “You’re singing woke me up so I came out to see what was happening.”

“…It’s never woken you up before… Did you follow me?”

Pan dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “I had no idea you could sing that lovely.”

Your face flushed peach and you looked down. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not makin’ fun. Your voice is wonderful, I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Somehow you still didn’t believe him and with a roll of your eyes, you ducked past him and back on the path to camp.

“(Y/N), wait!” Pan huffed, storming after you. Your walk turned into a jog, as you just wanted to lock yourself into your tent and hide until morning.

Pan obviously caught up to you and with a yank on your wrist, he stopped you.

“Let’s go.”

“No, seriously. I’m not kidding or making fun. When were you going to tell me you could sing?”

“I did tell you.”

Pan shook his head. “Anyone can sing but when were you gonna’ tell me that you could really sing?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, half uncomfortable with his close proximity but also half enjoying it.

“You’ve got a set of lungs on ya’.” He smiled and suddenly, the setting became a lot more intimate. Pan’s face was lit from the star shine and he was smiling soft enough to where tiny dimples formed in his cheeks.

“Why don’t you sing at camp more?”

“The boys make fun of me.” You softly tugged your wrist from the grasp he still had, feeling his fingerprints still warm on your skin.

“No one would make fun. I promise.” You shrugged, feeling shy in front of him. He had never been this soft nor gentle with you, as you only saw the cold hearted leader he so hardly strived to be.

“We should get back, it’s getting late.” You mumbled.

Pan wordlessly agreed and walked by your side, shoving his curled up fists into his winter jacket.

“Can you sing more around camp?” He spoke again. “It would make lots of the younger Lost Boys happy, you know… It’d make me happier too.”

You didn’t answer right away, keeping your eyes aimed at the ground. “It would?”

“Yeah. Think about it.” Approaching camp and walking to your tent, he left you with a goodnight before returning to his tree house.


And you did think about it. Recently the camp had been filled with music, sung by the youngest boys to the oldest boys. You had one eventfully day started singing while everyone completed their camp chores and one by one, boys started to fill in and sing songs from their childhoods, creating a wonderful choir of songs.

Just as Pan promised, no one had made fun of you and the Lost Boys camp became more cheerier than anyone could ever remember.

Five Steps

Pairing: Zen x MC, Zen and femReader

Summary:  The RFA and MC experience complications with their pregnancy

Genre: Angst?  General?

Rating: PG…?

Word Count:  Approx. 2000


You were getting so big.

You joked that you were becoming a whale, and should be put out to sea.  Although, then you might be mistaken for a small island.  Zen rolled his eyes at that.

“Not an island.  More like a beautiful mermaid,” Zen would insist.

“Maybe…I mean, I am starting to resemble a manatee,” you replied thoughtfully.

Zen pinched your cheek, mock sternly.

“There is no way the beautiful mother of my child is going to be mistaken for a sea cow!”

It was your usual cheeky banter, walking home to Zen’s apartment with groceries.  It was dark, late after one of Zen’s rehearsals.  You both were carrying bags; Zen had the heavy ones, gentleman that he was, and he insisted you carry the delicate eggs and vegetables.  You were carrying “all his precious things.”  

The dork.

…your darling dork.  You loved it, and he knew it.

But maybe that was part of the problem.

Maybe it was because of the honeymoon glow that never ended with this man.  Maybe that made you giddy and careless.

Maybe you were paying more attention to the eggs than your feet.

Maybe he made you laugh at just the wrong moment.

Or maybe it was simply dark, and you couldn’t see the steps down to the door.  

Whatever it was, in truth, it was nobody’s fault.

But in any case, one moment you were laughing, and then the next, the world tilted, and…

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I’ll Be With You (Part 14/Final)

A/N: Here it is! The end to my first fanfiction! I’m going to continue a second part so if you’re interested in seeing anything, let me know! Enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff-fluff-and more fluff! Of course swearing…

Summary: You are the granddaughter of the last dame Bucky dated before going to war, now see what Bucky has in store for you on a very special date.

Part 1/ Part 13/ Masterlist

Originally posted by minmiin1d

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