it took me like 2 days to make this stupid thing that makes everyone dizzy

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Donald Pierce Fic * P. 1

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 Words: 2, 707 

 Warnings: Smut, smut, more smut, bondage? Total Daddy Kink, Donald Pierce saying ‘Baby’ 

 Note: I wrote this during class so if it sucks, I’m sorry xoxo

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 Each morning was the same. Day after day… That is until I met Donald Pierce, however. I was sorting through the piles of paper on my desk when he opened the door, wearing his signature bomber jacket and cargo pants-yellow sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose. Clearing my voice, he looked over at me and asked for some paperwork regarding x24. “Is that the thing they’re making?” “Sure is…” He muttered, thumbing through the sheets of paper with his metal fingertips. “What’s gonna happen to-” He glanced up at me. Raising his eyebrows. “What are we going to do with the children?” He then dropped the files to his hip and sighed. Cocking his head to the right, he nodded slightly. “Sweetheart, It’d be best if you didn’t ask questions. I can tell you’re new-” “I’ve been working here for 5 years, Mr. Pierce.” I angrily shot back. I wasn’t one of those new girls that were going to stick up for him just for a little attention. “I was asking a question. Supposedly you know what you’re doing.” I leaned forward slightly, looking up at him. “I’m beginning to question that. Do you even know what they’re going to do?” Biting his bottom lip, I noticed his gold tooth, and he smiled. “Of course I know what they’re goin’ do. That ain’t my issue ‘round here.” His southern accent was slow. Its thick undertone sending shivers down my back as I let my head fall back, his deep voice still ringing in my ears. I walked past his office one morning, holding files to my chest, and looking in when I heard someone clear their throat in front of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Donald standing there. His eyebrow raised in interest. Opening his mouth the speak, I quickly looked down at the floor and hurried past him. My heart slamming against my chest and my whole face hot with embarrassment. The next couple of days, I noticed him hanging around my office. I wouldn’t necessarily call it an ‘office’ other than the desk in the middle that was mine, and the door that closed. I never put anything personal in there, anyways. All that was on my desk were my utensils, about 10,000 pieces of paper, and a to-do list. I wasn’t much for attachments. I would walk up to my door early in the morning before everyone began piling in with spilled coffee and a hangover. Sometimes Pierce would walk slowly down the hall, looking at me. Other days I’d leave or come back from lunch break. He was there. He was always there, and I always noticed. It began to bother me, the way he’d hover around. I wasn’t used to people being so interested in me just filing papers. And I didn’t know why especially now, Donald Pierce, Head of Security, was taking such a fascination. He had plenty of other girls to choose from to wonder about with. It wasn’t like any girls ever purposely made an excuse to do something just to be around him. Just to have a chance he’d look at them. Me? No. Not in a million years. I was here to work. Not fool around with some egotistical asshole who thinks he’s just all that.Yet, every time I saw him, there was this strong pull in my stomach. Working late to get some more files put into the system, I heard the door click open. I already knew it was him, being that he’s the person that ever stayed late besides me. Before he took such interest in me, I had seen him around the facility after the sun went down. Sometimes we would glance over at each other, and he’d just look away without any change in expression. When he came into my office, his eyes lifted from the ground, and he shut the door. “What do you want, Pierce…” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes. After he didn’t answer, I raised my head, and he was sitting on my desk. He sighed, fumbling with my sticky notes. I snatched them away, his machine hand making a clicking sound as he opened his palm. “What do you want?” “Well… Since you asked… I was thinkin if you wanted to go to dinner, maybe.” “You think I’d want to go out with you?” I nearly started laughing. “You think I have feelings for you?” I stood up, about to walk past him when he moved in front of me. I lowered my eyebrows, my laughter dying. He stared down at me. My eyes fell on his chest, and I breathed in. “Move out of my way.” “You didn’t think you was gon’ get out of it that easy now did you…” “Pierce. Move out of my way. I’m not playing your stupid game-” His hand then came up to my throat as he shoved me against the wall. I gasped, my hands sliding over his machine grasp. With his face inches from mine, I could feel his breath on my cheek. He leaned against me, his hips against mine as he lifted me up. My heart pounded against my chest, and I shut my eyes. “What do you want?” I murmured, my voice quiet, strained by his metal fingers. “You.” He growled, and with a single motion, he pushed his lips on mine, and I felt myself become dizzy, my knees weakening. His tongue moved over my gums and teeth, and I bit his bottom lip in desperation. I felt myself wanting him. The pull in my stomach stronger than ever before… He then let go of my neck, and I nearly fell against him. Lifting my hands to his hair, I raked them through his short-cut, taking in a large breath. A soft growl vibrated under his lips before he pulled away, and I leaned back. Trying to catch my breath. His arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers pressing firmly into my back. Swallowing, I looked up at him, and he leaned down. Kissing me again, softer, but still firm. His facial hair tickling the top of my lip. Leaving, he turned his head, and called out, “Tomorrow night, 8:00,” before shutting the door behind him. _ It was 7:45. I had gotten off of work at 7:00 without seeing him the whole day. As I changed into a small fitted black dress, my mind raced through what was going to happen. Telling myself, this is crazy this is crazy. Over and over again to see if I repeated it enough times, it would seem less crazy. It didn’t work. Donald was (surprisingly) right on time. Opening the door, I breathed out, looking over him. Suddenly feeling like I was suffocating, as always when I looked at him. He then walked in, his eyes moving across the living room. Inspecting it. Then, he moved his gaze to me, and my breath hitched in my throat. “So where are the reservations?” I asked, nervously. “Well…” He slowly walked up to me, and I stepped back. The butterflies in my stomach making me feel like I was going to throw up. “That ain’t what I was meanin’ by dinner.” Grabbing me by the waist, he hauled me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. My back hitting the wall with his human hand cradling the back of my head, I gasped, and he kissed me, his lips rough and impatient. As we moved through the hall to the bedroom, I cupped his face, kissing around his mouth and across his jaw line. His machine had slid up my shoulder blade, making a shiver run down my back. Donald then kicked the bedroom door open, nearly throwing me on the bed. I propped myself up using my elbows, and he grabbed by legs. Pulling my body to the edge of the bed. Flipping me over, my face pressed into the sheets, and I heard him unbuckle his pants. My stomach dropped, as he unzipped my dress. Electricity running through my body from his touch. Pulling the remaining fabric from my body, he leaned over me. Kissing my shoulder and neck. His machine hand running down my hips and over my thigh, before sliding his metal fingers down my folds. I shivered. Reaching back and burying my fingers in his hair, I felt his breath on the back of my ear, and I closed my eyes. Feeling him slowly massage my throbbing clit with the cold metal of his fingertips. My hips began to move against his hand as my walls contracted with pleasure. Letting a small moan escape my lips, he pulled his metal hand away, and I looked over my shoulder. Meeting my eyes as he licked my juices from his metal fingers. I gulped down the lump in my throat, and he grabbed my hips. Pulling them back while spreading my legs even more. Aligning himself with my entrance, I felt his tip graze slide carefully over my folds. I moaned. My voice exasperated as I eagerly muttered, “I want to feel you in me so bad… Please daddy.” Donald stopped moving, “what’chu say?” I opened my lips to speak, but nothing came out. “Say it again.” He slid his hand over my throat, yanking my whole body up. His chest pressed against my back. “Daddy.” With my breathing ragged, I closed my eyes, a small smile lining my lips. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” He then pushed inside of me. Hitting my wall as he slid in. I groaned as he filled me. Pumping his hips, he tightened his grip on my neck, holding me close to his body as he slammed against me. “Daddy-oh fuck…” I gasped, and he moved his other hand to my breast. His thumb grazed over my nipple before he slapped the sensitive skin. I whined, and he struck me again. My breast becoming spotted with red the more his hand came into contact. Then, pulling out of me, he turned me over. Pushing me onto my back, and pulling my legs onto his chest. Spreading my cheeks, he ran his tip over my clit, pressing his member along my folds. As he felt me, I grew impatient and grasped the sheets between my fingers, moaning his name. Leaning down, he ran his machine finger along my jawline, then grabbed my chin. Pulling my face up. Smashing our lips together, he began to thrust his hips more slowly, his teeth running over my bottom lip. He smelled like sweat and cologne, smoke still hazed over his lips from the last cigarette. Moving his mouth to my neck, I felt blood bead where his teeth broke the skin. Leaning my head back to reveal more to him, I held onto his shoulders as his hips moved against mine with a synced rhythm. “You’re so rough with me, Daddy…” “That’s cause you’re mine, baby girl.” He kissed the bottom of my jaw, grunting softly. “Daddy gets to fuck his baby girl-Just right.” His voice began to strain, and he moved his face back to where he had bitten me. Licking the blood from my neck, he chuckled under his breath. The sheets became damp under me from my cum, and orgasms sent waves of pleasure through my body. He hit my G-spot with immense force, and I fell back. My whole body shaking as he continued to fuck me. “Daddy-I’m cuming. You’re making me cum…” I moaned. His gold tooth glinted with a small grin. With his hair falling in front of his face, I watched him begin to waver in strength. His hips bucked and his muscles contracted. Bringing myself up, I grabbed his arms, feeling the outlines of his built stature under my touch. Wet with exhaustion, he pushed me back down. The metal of his fingertips tight around my neck. Gasping for air, I held onto his machine wrist, and he brought his body down-pressing on top of me as he gave out. I felt his hot cum drip out of me. He groaned loudly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I breathed out as he released me. Closing my eyes as my body relaxed. Lifting his head, he looked down at me and laid a small, gentle kiss on my lips. “Been wantin’ do that for a while now.” “That all?” I huffed. He cocked his eyebrow, and then pushed himself up. Taking the sheet in between his fingertips, he shredded a piece off. His breathing still heavy. I knew what he wanted to do. Holding out my hands to him, he took my wrists. Tying them behind my back, he took my arm and pulled me onto my knees. “Who’s your daddy, now?” “You.” “Be a good girl.” I looked at him, raising my eyebrows in an innocent gaze. His fingers knotted in my hair as he yanked back. I winced, and he sucked the soft skin of my neck. Sending shooting pain down my shoulder as he purposely bit into me. Then, with an abrupt shove, he brought me over his lap. He swung his legs over the bed so that my head hung off, my blood rushing to my head, and the wounds on my neck dripping onto the carpet. Red was smeared on Donald’s lips. His teeth stained with cum and blood-I looked up over my shoulder, and he smirked. Licking his lips, he brought his hand up and smacked my ass. I yelped. Again, and again, my skin now became hot and irritated. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I cried out. Bringing my face up to his, he yanked at my hair, and I let out a large breath. “That all you got, daddy?” With that, I saw his jaw clench, and he pushed me onto the floor. I landed on my knees, adjusting myself so I faced him. Looking down at his throbbing cock, he brought my head down, and I opened my mouth. Allowing for him to enter me. Pushing himself deeper till I gagged, he grunted under his breath, thrusting his hips slowly. With saliva dripping from my mouth, I felt a sharp shudder go through me, and I nearly came again. I was still hot and swollen with the thought of him inside me. Feeling his cock grow hotter to the touch, I closed my mouth around his cock and met his gaze. His eyes were heavy. His chest red and left with marks from where I had scratched him. Gagging, I let the saliva drip from my lips. Moving the soft skin inside of my cheek against his member until he gasped for air, his whole body seizing with another orgasm. Nipping the skin just below his tip, his cum hit my face. Dripping from my chin onto my breasts. I licked the hot white liquid from the corner of my mouth. The saltiness ran down my throat, and he reached down. Running his machine fingers over the side of my face before letting his hard metal palm meet my chin. My face swept to the side with a stinging pain, and I shut my eyes. Trying to blink out the tears. “Don’t question me again baby girl, or else daddy may get mad.” Nodding, He opened his arms, beckoning me into his lap. Climbing up, he pressed his arms around me. Untying the knot around my wrists, as I pressed into him. My nipples grazing his chest and his facial hair scratching the side of my face. I then wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kissed my cheek where he had hit me, the blood on my neck now dry.

❀ #WYD 1/7 | Junhoe

gif cre: @ikonis

This is like the weirdest thing i have written in my entire life… deal with it it’s Ikon’s fault tbh. I started with Yun but i cried halfway (lol) so next will be him and then double b. Pls don’t judge if it sucks i’m still not over the mv, so my brain produced weird stuff like this. - Moyo


                   ❀

I want to fall for you deeper, I want to feel your breath closer to mine.

It had been only one day, less than 24 hours since Junhoe had last seen you and he couldn’t help this warm, tingly feeling that somehow found its way in his body whenever he thought of you. He wanted to see you, he wanted to hug you– because for some reason he had this deep desire to embrace you with his entire self and feel your heart beating against his own.

Usually, Junhoe wasn’t that kind of person to act like this. Even his members had been teasing him about it for a while, yet he couldn’t help it; he didn’t even care what those dumbheads thought as long as he knew you weren’t sick and tired of him.  

I miss you

Junhoe typed down his message, just to re-type it all over again since it sounded too aggressive for his liking.

I want to see you.  

Again… Junhoe had to think about it for a while before pressing on send. He knew that he was acting kind of childishly but asdfghjk. What If you thought he liked you? Neglecting the fact that Junhoe indeed treasured heavy feelings for your that he couldn’t quite comprehend himself.  

Juneee: What are you doing today?  

This time, he really pressed on send before he tossed the phone to the other side of the bed, taking a moment to scream into his pillow. It was 8 pm, what kind of question was that anyway? Maybe you were even asleep like–

Ding.  

Junhoe’s hand reflexively yanked the little device back, unlocking it in less than 3 seconds (he even forgot his password for a moment before he realized he didn’t even have one in the first place) and again; his heart was doing this weird jittery thing where it felt like it was jumping out of his chest any second.

Cutiepatootie123: Nothing, I just took a shower. :) <3

There was really, really not much content in the message that could make you react like Goo Junhoe in that moment and really, If it was anyone else he would have thrown the phone back into the corner of his room because who cares?? A shower, well good for you–

But it was you Junhoe was thinking here about, y o u.

And it wasn’t the fact that you just showered, no, it was the little heart that made Junhoe go all asdfghjk again.  

Juneee: Cool. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow?  

Cutiepatootie123: Sure!  

Juneee: Cool.

Cool…

COoL

HE WASN’T COOL AT ALL.  

“What the fuck is wrong with you, are you watching porn?” Hanbin raised his eyebrows at Junhoe before he came closer, trying to take a peek at his phone. “Yeah.” He answered with a wide grin; they could think anything as long as they didn’t know it was you he was so excited about. Even if that meant, he had to pretend to be some horny teenager from now on.  

It was exactly 9.20 pm when he disappeared somewhere under his covers and closed his eyes shut, hoping he could just fall asleep as soon as possible, so he could wake up to a beautiful day he was already looking forward to.  

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yoi fanfic rec list - part 2! ♥

heya everybody!! i haven’t made a rec list since the series ended, and hoo boy. there has been *so much* quality fic written since i made the first rec list. before i delve into some of my all time fave fics, please check out these other rec lists!!

for reference, all of the fics listed feature victor/yuuri as a pair, but there may be other relationships on the side. my lists are organized by word count, and only include completed work. no overlap with linked lists!

✮wtk, part 1
@dubiouspasta - link
@viktcrnikiforov - link
@thefourteenthdarkone - link

((special shout outs and thanks to @ingthing, who kills me slowly with fics, fic recs, and art, @narootos, who is one of the best and sweetest artists ive ever spoken to, @macaroonsie, another absolutely adorable person, @capshere, who helps me get my frickin life together, and @corpsentry, another fantastic artist and writer. check them all out!!))

happy reading, and happy 2017! ♥

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angel’s touch 2/?

(part one)

Bob Zimmermann gives a low chuckle as he enters the room. “What are you doing there, Jack? Stretching?”

“He’s resilient, eh?” the doctor notes with a smile.

Jack, atop the sheets in a half-crouch, half-lunge, settles back against the head of the bed. “Dad,” he says. “Mom.” He’s not sure what else to say. There’s no standard way to greet one’s parents after one’s very nearly killed oneself. His eyes fly to the doctor, instead. She’s got red hair and a pleasant expression. A stethoscope, silver-black, glints at her throat.

“Jack, this is Dr. Keane,” says Jack’s mother.

“Let’s get you checked out, then.” Dr. Keane moves forward. “How are you feeling, son?”

“Fine,” Jack says, because he’s not ready to admit he’s been hallucinating angels.

That’s what Bitty was, right? Some sort of hallucination? An after-effect of the drugs in his system? Because angels aren’t real. They can’t be, and even if they were, they don’t alight in people’s hospital rooms and counsel them to breathe. If they did, well, people would know about it by now. This is the age of the Internet.

Besides, of all the people in this world who need a guardian angel, Jack can’t imagine he’s very high on the list.

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Fic Submission: This world would be unbearable without you

Written by: stydiaandthejeep

Author’s Note: For the prompt- Can you make a fanfic where one of the assassins try to kill Lydia by burning her house while she’s in it, and Stiles comes to late and ALMOST loses her?

I really hope this is ok and not too sappy.This need major grammar check and everything :s.Thanks for the prompt and sorry it took so long. xx

From stydia-xo: No problem hun! I proofread for you and I’m just glad I have lovely people helping me with these prompts. Everyone enjoy! 

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the fucking video
  • L: All good for the chicken, Al?
  • Al?: Ohhhhh yeahhh
  • L: Yeah Buddy!
  • Al: Yeahh
  • L: Is that what we were talking about?
  • Z?: Oh. That's ahead (a head?)
  • everyone all at once: blahdkaeroiuasdkfj that's a head. thats a good head. good head...????????
  • Al?: well we got a full chicken
  • L: Niiiice
  • Z: Haha
  • ?: it's a ten? (tech?)
  • ?: Yeah but. we can take this to jamaica. so. we don't have anything in jamaica set up.
  • Al: yeah?
  • ?: yeah
  • ?: we got one hits?
  • ?: yeah, well we're gonna..
  • ?: alright
  • ?: are we allowed to (tag, tech, tan, take, tape, ?) contraband in this?
  • L: yes. of course. that's what it's about.
  • everyone all at once: blariohgidihsfpsoijenklsjdafsd soft point? i really listened to this bit literally 25 times. i got nothin.
  • L: so here we are. leaving peru. joint lit. happy days. whatcha think zayn? about that kind of content?
  • ?: we've got better....blarghity blargh
  • Z: i don't think it's very controversial
  • L: say again, ah?
  • Everyone: blarghity blargh
  • L: OH my god. that's the police. that's the po po.
  • Z: driver looks a bit like (sue, soup, stu, suit, suits, ?)
  • Driver?: Here we go guys
  • L: nice
  • ?: blarghity blargh
  • L: trying to blow into the camera
  • Z: *singing* baby look what you've done to me
  • L: smoke screen baby
  • Z: *singing* baby look what you've done...nah
  • L: that's just zayn warmin up there before the show.
  • Z: *singing* random notes
  • L: zayn takes his job very seriously. he made sure. he goes through a 2 hour intense warm up regime before every show. just to get himself in the zone.
  • Z: still singing random silly notes and noises
  • L: one very very important factor to zayn's warm up, of course, is mary jane. herself.
  • Z: singing a song i don't know
  • L: which i will present him now. this is fantastic singing.
  • Z: *singing* Mary J. Blige
  • L: how is it zayn?
  • Z: *making a (contented/approving) face while smoking
  • L: nice.
  • ?: ppl talking about navigation/directions ithink. i caught a 'next exit' i'm pretty sure.
  • L: thats the po po. One - Nil. (as motorcycle cop rides by their van)
  • L: get a bit of the culture in. (i took this sarcastically as they're literally watching the city go by through van windows whilst moving)
  • Z: coughs
  • L: hows that kind of culture? (pointing camera at the joint)
  • Z: great culture. its gonna be even better culture when we get to jamaica.
  • ?: just got an update
  • L: update?
  • ?: we've got chicken in chile
  • L: CHICKEN IN CHILE. bew bew bew bewbewbew bew bew bew bewbewbew
  • ?: chile chicken
  • Z: CHILE CHICKEN
  • ?: chile chicken baby
  • ?: *singing* yeah baby
  • L: that's the po po (hearing sirens) two - nil
  • Z: relighting the joint
  • ?: J - A - R - A - M - I - L - L - O
  • Z: (kind of rapping?) I know you like (dick, dat, dis, dicks) BEEPED OUT
  • L: ehhheheheheh
  • Z: OOOOH beeped out
  • L: OooOOooh (kind of like a creepy old man?)
  • ?: beeped out
  • L: (hey, harry, narry, ?) brah. im chillin (impersonating zayn?) oh my god bro. my heads wrecked. (swooping camera in a dizzy way)
  • Z: looks around in a kind of robotic way?
  • L: *laughs*
  • ?: why are you fucking smoking cigarettes motherfucker
  • L: *laughs*
  • ?: its supposed to be green only BEEPED OUT
  • L: ITS GREEN ONLY... Nick (some people hear NIG. i don't. )
  • tape is cut
  • L: i'm just wondering now...
  • Z: its beautiful damn peru
  • L: i'm sat here in peru wondering will this come back to me (pans camera to point at joint zayn is holding) who knows. maybe. maybe not.
  • L: (sees police motorcycle ride by) he's having a look he's thinking i'm SURE i can smell an illegal substance in there. and he's hit the nail on the head.
  • tape is cut
  • Z: then he showed me Kid Rock's last book
  • ?: 10 minutes away bro
  • Z: and his book its about twice the size. hard back. black. simple writing. the whole thing just filled with sick pictures. and there's a caption from like each place. no bullshit (beeped out)
  • L: yeah
  • Z: no like 'my favorite color's blue' (in a puppety voice?) 'my favorite (tea, team, pee, ?) is red' (again with the weird voice mocking the stupidity of the 'fun facts') 'if i was invisible for a day I would switch people's bones' ya know. none of that. and then just literally just all sick pictures and it looks bad (the good kind of bad) and he's basically putting the picture on the front of next year's book....
  • L: nice. oh sick. (interrupting zayn so i couldn't get the rest of his sentence about kid rock's book.) sick. you heard it here first then.
  • Z: you did (pointing finger guns at louis)
  • L: *gets joint passed from front of the van* Oh Stubbsy! (i couldn't make this shit up.)
  • tape is cut
  • Z: and every time you look in it you just think BEEP i've never even seen that picture and that's a that's a bad photo (again... i think he's using bad for good here) full of sick BEEP instead of boring crap.
  • L: yeah i know. same old BEEP. that i'm SURE the fans are bored of reading.
  • Z: they wanna know what we're up to NOW man. we're not into pink books man.
  • Z: Kid Rock's smokin a J in one of the pictures, right
  • L: yeah
  • Z: and he's got gold (cough, cough from someone up front) on his middle finger which is a bit weird, but, aside from that, he's stickin his middle finger up with a J in his mouth and that's one of the pictures in the book
  • L: sick.
  • L: *arriving wherever they're arriving* here we BEEEP go
  • Z: check the guy out with the chair *pointing outside the van*
The voices - bucky x reader

hey :) so it’s my first time ever writing, and if someone is reading this, i’d loooove feedback or requests or stuff and well, hope you’ll enjoy xx

pairing- bucky x superhero!reader

warnings- mentions of death, mental breakdown, angst and i guess that’s it

summary- when you joined the avengers they all knew about your powers, and what you were capable of doing, but they never knew what price comes with such a powerfull skill.


it’s been about a year since you’ve joined the avengers after you were found on the street stealing food from a supermarket, cleverly using your telepathic skills to distract the confused guard and staff.

you were doing really great and you felt like you really belong with the group of unique people, and though you felt really comfortable with them you never really completley shared everything about your past.

after you joined the group dr. banner, with your premission of course, exmained you and your abilities.

you were used to being the “new girl”, being called a ‘newbie’ all the time and doing the dirty work for the team, when one day there was a new recruit.

“this is james ‘bucky’ barnes,” said cap pointing at the guy i knew to be ‘the winter soldier’ but really didn’t look that intimidating when standing in front of the team puppy eyed with a small grin.

“he’s my best friend and our new addition for the team” the captain finished.

his eyes are so hauntingly beautiful you thought , you could see the pain they have seen, the horrible things they have witnessed, and yet there was something so calming and kind in them. you didn’t notice you were staring directly at the metal armed super soldier when he turned his gaze to you, and you diverted your look from him suspiciously fast.

“looks like you no longer have to wash all the dishes y/n” tony said, snarky as always.

you smiled lightly at him and felt how the blood rushed to your chicks when you saw the winter soldier was looking at you, as if hypnotized.

ah crap  you thought to yourself i like him.

two weeks later, everything seemed to be going great with the avengers, and you and bucky have grown pretty close over that time.

you were all just back from a mission and sat in one the many couch filled rooms in the avengers tower and had a chat.

“tony, money can’t fix everything” you frowned at the guy.

“sure it can!” the grown man said sounding to you more like a spoiled five year old.

“it can’t fix that guy’s broken leg, can it?” clint joined the conversation.

“well no, but-” tony self justified when he was cut off by bucky, “i think you should still apologize for it”

“me too” you joined smiling warmly at the metal armed guy, him doing the same right back at you.

“shut up you two, go get a room” tony said looking at you, obviously irritated.

both of you blushed and looked at different directions.

“anyway, you should apologize tony, you hurt him” cap said,

when suddenly everything went pitch black, your head started aching like a thousand hammers are banging against it, all you could hear was familiar voices, shouting into your brain you hurt him! you did it! you’re a monster!

when you came to it you realized you’ve been staring at the wall, your eyes wide and your mouth open for the last 2-3 minutes and everyone started to assemble around you making sure you were okay.

they all looked confused and pretty scared considering the state you were in not responding to anyone,but you were completley frightend, not because you didn’t know what was happening to you, it was because you did know. it was happening, and you had to get away as fast as you could.

you shut your eyes so hard that you feel like you might just not be able to open them again, the voices are talking again, “what have you done? what the hell have you done? you’re a murderer y/n”  the female voice from your memories yelled, it was harsh, scared and filled with rage and pain.

you sharply opened your eyes, “i-i gotta-” you mumbled, so close to whispering that nearly no one heard what you voiced, then you got up and bolted away from the room as fast as you possibly could considering the dizziness you were feeling, you stopped when you felt like you would collapse if you ran any more and you entered one of the smaller rooms in the tower, and set on a grey couch in the left corner of the room.

meanwhile in the living room everyone were pretty shocked by your actions and tried to figure out what happened to you, the winter soldier looked around the room, got himself together and ran out the door following your footsteps quickly. bucky looked into a few rooms when he finally found you sitting on the gray couch, holding your knees moving slightly forwards and backwards to a certain rhythm, your eyes which are usually full of life and laughter, the eyes he adored so much, the eyes he dreamed of looking into until he falls asleep every night were blank, as if possessed, staring coldly at the white wall in front of the couch.

“y/n? are you ok?” bucky said in a soothing tone

“i’m cold” you whispered so lightly that he couldn’t hear what you said.

“y/n what happened back there? i’m worried”

“i’m cold” you said a little louder this time, your voice cracking as you spoke.

bucky took a moment and looked around the room, then he grabbed a blanket that was thrown over a chair and covered you slowly. as he covered you you could feel his arms around your waist for a second, and it felt so warm and comforting you wanted that second to last forever, you wanted bucky to grab you tight and make the voices stop.

 “y/n,” bucky whispered sitting left to your covered body “if you don’t want to tell me what happened that’s fine-”

“i’m cold” you cut him off in a still shaky voice, you felt so stupid doing that but that’s all that came out of your mouth.

“do you mind if i come closer to you?” he asked, you nodded your head signing him that you don’t mind that.

he scooted closer to you and put his large human arm around your shoulders, embraing you. you rested your head on his chest and your right arm moved over to cling to his shirt softly, your eyes still blank looking at the wall and the voices still running around in your mind. both you and bucky were silent for about 2 minutes, you taking in his warmth, afraid that any moment it’ll be taken away for good while trying to shut the voices up, him just looking at you memorizing your details, he didn’t even mind if you’d stay with him that way forever.


this actually has some more parts to it so if anyone would like to read the rest please like or send me a massege or an anon i just really want to know :D