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New Beginnings

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low

Word Count:1,602

Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking 

A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!

Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.

“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were feeling pretty nostalgic.

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Enouement Masterlist


The bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future, seeing the way things turned out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Summary:  Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader 

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Part 1: The End     

Part 2     

Part 3     

Part 4     

Part 5

Part 6     

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24: The Beginning

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Bundle Of Joy - Part Four

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader

Summery: Shit gets real

Warnings: Cliffhanger (Mahaha!)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but your ability to control your body and raging heartbeat completely shattered as you found yourself drowning in the colour of Bucky’s eyes. It had been too dark before and you hadn’t been paying that close attention, but now in the light of your small apartment you could see that they were gorgeously blue. Intense and unblinking in a thousand yard stare, they were the colour of the rising tide - like something straight from a child’s fairy tale - full on Prince Charming.

You’d only had a glass and a half of wine, but you couldn’t help the ditsy schoolgirl giggle that passed your lips or the way you practically draped yourself over the handsome man whom sat beside you. He seemed to have an unusual keenness for human connection, however, and didn’t mind your behaviour one bit. Instead of pushing you away or sitting by you awkwardly, Bucky unconsciously rubbed circles into your ankle as you rested your feet upon his lap, as if you had known each other all your lives.

“How long have you been living in Brooklyn?” He asked you, speaking softly as if his words could cause this safe space the two of you had created to crumble. His gaze hovered behind you, over to the half unpacked box that sat in the corner of the room, a worn old teddy bear in a dull lavender dress sitting upon it, the same flower crudely stitching into her foot.

“Not long.” You said, twisting around and throwing the teddy bear a quick glance over your shoulder. “Just moved back, actually. I went traveling for a few years and got a bit homesick.”

Bucky nodded. “It’s an interesting place to grow up.”

He didn’t miss the way your brows creased in slight confusion at his statement, but you were quick to realize what he meant. “Yes, I suppose it is a hell of a lot better than traveling between places all the time. Did you grow up here, Buck?”

“Born and raised.” He nodded, a far away look crossing his face. “I moved away for a while too. I’d love to move back, but it’s a bit too expensive now.”

“So where are you staying?”

“Manhattan with a friend.” Bucky smiled, meeting your gaze. “Childhood friend. He’s got his heart set on moving back here too.”

“That’s sweet.” You mumbled, lifting your glass to your lips.

Just as the wine touched your tongue, a loud wailing pierced through the thin wall separating the living room from the bedroom. You didn’t miss a beat before swinging your legs off of Bucky’s lap and jumping up from your seat, and neither did he.

“I can go.” He said.

“Nah, I’ve got this.” You shot down his offer, shoving your wine glass in his hand before rushing off to your daughter’s aid.

Light and quick on your feet, you practically glided across your apartment and into the bedroom, making your way over to the plain white crib beside the bed. Your daughter’s cried ceased the moment your face came into view and she laughed, as only a baby could laugh with a sweet bubbling chime as her bright and sparkling eyes found yours.

You didn’t say anything and merely smiled as she reached out of the wooden bars and took hold of your shirt, pulling at it with as much strength as she could muster without falling backwards onto her padded tush. She moved like her legs were in hinges, wobbling to and fro as she tried to keep her balance.

“She looks like you.”

An amused laugh bubbled up and passed your lips. Looking back over at Bucky, you found him leaning against the doorway, looking between you and your daughter.

“That’s a terrible cliche.” You said, a sliver of a smile on your face. Bucky smirked and wandered in, his gaze lingering over a couple framed photographs and a collection of trinkets that sat upon the vanity that he passed on the way to your side. Ordinarily, the sight of someone looking over your things would have sent you into a panic, but for some reason you were completely content. It gave you an unfamiliar feeling of warm anticipation, eager for him to get a glimpse into your everyday life.

“What’s this?” He asked, holding up a large glass jar of tiny origami stars.

You hesitated and swiped your tongue very your dry lips. “Just paper stars. Nothing special.”

He gave the jar a small shake and then set it back down. “Looks like a lot of them.”

“There’s only a hundred and fourty-nine.” You blurted out before you got stop yourself.


You turned your attention back to your daughter, scooping her up into your arms as not to have to took at him. “One hundred and fourty-nine. That’s how many stars are in the jar.”

Normally you would have added another by this hour.

“You make them?”

You shrugged. “It’s something to do.”

Because you had your back to him, you didn’t see Bucky’s expression. Suspicion, confusion and curiosity were all present - he knew there was something you weren’t telling him, but he didn’t push it.

Clearing your throat, you turned back around, adjusting your daughter’s position on your hip as she played with the lavender dressed teddy bear you’d given her. Bucky averted his gaze from you and continued to survey your space, his fingertips grazing along everything as if he were reading Braille. He was taking it all in, taking you in.

“Would you like to hold her?’

You smiled at the way Bucky’s face lit up. He nodded and approached you and your daughter in three easy strides. He pulled off his jacket before easing her out of your hold, chuckling as she reached out for him.

“She’s so small.” Bucky marveled, dragging his eyes up to yours. Your heart hammered against your chest and you let the happiness soak right through to your bones.

But then he turned to the side, exposing the red painted star across his metal arm.

Your breath hitched and your heart dropped.

“Bucky, what is that?”

He followed your gaze and his features hardened, the smile he was wearing melting away as fast as an ice cube over a burning flame.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing special.” He said, your own words echoing back to you.

But as he spoke all you could do was stare at him as if he were a radio and not a person to be interacted with. His voice circulated in your head and it took everything for your shaking knees not to buckle underneath you.

The two of you met each other’s gaze.


It was one word, yet it dripped with venom and left a nasty taste in your mouth. You felt as though all your energy had just been shoved out of your body and you began to tremble with rage. Your throat closed up with the threat of a scream, but your jaw had become tight. Fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint out of the apartment, you tried your best to stay calm and took your daughter back into your own arms.

Your eyes stung as they remained unblinking, holding Bucky in a murderous glare. A metallic taste filled your mouth as your teeth crunched over your bottom lip with unchecked strength.

“Get out.”

Low and threatening, you voice was barely above a whisper, yet resembled that of a wild animal’s growl before striking it’s unlucky prey.

“What do you know about - ?”

“ - GET OUT!”

He was like a frightened dog. Staggered backwards, Bucky rushed out of the bedroom with you close at his heels.

You remained silent as you backed him up against the front door of your apartment. The look of mad, murderous rage in your eyes had him tripping over his own feet and fear slicing through him - he couldn’t have imagined such anger coming from you until this moment.

Bucky desperately tried to calm you down, throwing his hands up to show that he had no intention of fighting back, but that and his attempts at reasoning with you were completely futile.

“(Y/N), please - “


It was with that one final yell that your fist landed upon his chest with full force. Like in the movies, Bucky flew backwards and crashed through the door and into the hallway, landing painfully on the floor.

You didn’t stand around and wait to see if he was okay or would leave now that you had attacked him. Instead you swept your apartment, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter before darting over to plain brick wall at the far end of the apartment. You hand skimmed the unpainted brinks until you came to the fourth one away from the open window. Then you turned to the side and protected your daughter as well as you could before punching your fist through it, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm and the blood that coated your knuckles.

Prying away the rubble you found what your were looking for. Reaching in and pulling it out, you took a moment to examine the red leather book, turning it in your hand and glaring down at the familiar black star branded into the front.


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  • A Place In This World: The Place I'd like to live the most
  • Cold As You: The worst rejection I've ever gotten.
  • The Outside: When did I feel most alone?
  • Tied Together With A Smile: Who is the strongest person I know?
  • Stay Beautiful: Who is the most beautiful person I know?
  • Mary's Song (Oh My My My): The name of my first crush
  • Our Song: A song that means a lot to me.
  • I'm Only Me When I'm With You: A person I can be myself with
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  • A Perfectly Good Heart: I'll tell you something sweet about your blog.
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  • Fifteen: A memory from when I was fifteen
  • Love Story: A story about something romantic that happened to me.
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  • You Belong With Me: Which celebrity shoyld see, they belong with me?
  • Breathe: Something I can't breathe without
  • Tell Me Why: A question of mine that has yet to be answered.
  • You're Not Sorry: Something I'm sorry for?
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  • Change: What do I want to change about myself?
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  • Untouchable: My biggest dream
  • Come In With The Rain: My favourite kind of weather.
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  • Last kiss: The last person I kissed/wanted to kiss.
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New Beginnings

Request from anon: Could you please write one where Pepper Potts’s younger sister moves into the tower cause she had no where else to go? Buckys got a soft spot for her and volunteers to show her around and gett her a room next to his

Bucky Barnes x Pepper Potts x Reader

Words: 1,717

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

“Are you sure Tony doesn’t mind Pep?”

You were heading towards the famous Stark Tower with your older sister, Pepper Potts, and although she was married to Tony that didn’t make you feel any more comfortable having her ask for you to stay here.

“[y/n] you’re my family which also makes you Tony’s so even if he isn’t okay with it, which he will be, he has no choice in the matter.”

You didn’t know what you would have done if you didn’t have Pepper in your life; despite the fact that she had a lot on her plate as it was she always made sure that you were okay, had everything you needed, even now when you found yourself with nowhere to live because of an obnoxious boyfriend (or rather ex-boyfriend now) she was there by your side until she knew you were sorted.

Everyone you met was always surprised by the close relationship the two of you had; Pepper had been incredibly successful both career-wise and in her love life too so people always assumed that you would be jealous of the things she had achieved when you had barely even made it through College. But you were far from jealous, you were ecstatic for her, she was your sister after all.

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“Together” says steve then exactly one(1) movie later beats up tony and destroys his suit and leaves him powerless and stranded in siberia


Deadpool 2 - ‘Wet on Wet’ Teaser

Begin Again

Based on this request x

Summary: You, an undergrad engineering student move into the Avengers compound by your close friend, Tony Stark’s request. This is a story of a tech-savvy, sardonic mechanical engineer helping the man out of time, Bucky Barnes, get back on his feet and into his own head and maybe just having difficulty with problems that she can’t use wrenches or screwdrivers to fix. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader; platonic!Tony x Reader

Word count: 2,626

A/N: this is my first series and I guess the first chapter’s always going to be a little slow because it’s all about exposition, right? I hope you guys like this, I’m pretty excited for this series. This story also mentions the events mapped in Civil War so be prepped for spoilers.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 End

Your heart pounded nervously as you entered the compound, a duffel bag on your shoulder and a pass key in hand. You walked past the reception desk and slotted the card in place to access the elevator, taking you from the silent lobby up past the masses of floors teeming with people. Men and women in lab coats or tactical gear swarmed the building carrying files or prototypes or armour. 

Stark was surrounded by people constantly. It was good for him.

You, though, were incredibly nervous seeing so many people. But it was easy being around Tony having known him for a few years, so your mind eased every time you focused on that. 

When you reached the right floor, you adjusted your bag and held onto the strap, looking around for your best friend without trying to look too lost or suspicious. You wondered how “Earth’s mightiest heroes” responded to a stranger looking like a lost deer wondering around their living quarters. 

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“In 2024 the mutant population has shrunk significantly and the X-Men have disbanded. Logan, whose power to self-heal is dwindling, has surrendered himself to alcohol and now earns a living as a chauffeur. He takes care of the ailing old Professor X whom he keeps hidden away. One day, a female stranger asks Logan to drive a girl named Laura to the Canadian border. At first he refuses, but the Professor has been waiting for a long time for her to appear. Laura possesses an extraordinary fighting prowess and is in many ways like Wolverine. She is pursued by sinister figures working for a powerful corporation; this is because her DNA contains the secret that connects her to Logan. A relentless pursuit begins”

A New Beginning

Chapter Six

Warning: fluff, minor jealous!Bucky, angst but honestly when isn’t there angst

(Prologue) (Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Seven)

You snorted when Steve kissed Sharon. You were so proud of him for finally acting on his feelings, you just found it fucking hilarious that it was Sharon. You nearly burst out laughing when you saw Sam’s head nod and Bucky’s smirk. The fucking shitheads were going to make the car ride very interesting. Especially since Sam didn’t like Bucky.

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Character: Leopold Fitz

From: Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Representation: Disability (Brain Injury, Aphasia), Psychosis

Their Importance: During the second season, we see Fitz come to terms with his new disability. Fitz is a genius; he had a PhD by the age of 16. After his brain injury, he’s still a genius, but he struggles with expressing that. He has trouble speaking and getting words out. His hand shakes, making his engineering work more challenging. He hallucinates his best friend after his best friend leaves. But throughout the season, we see him make new friends who accept him as he is, reconcile with his best friend, and learn to accept that he is “different now, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Issues: He faces ableism (a character says that Fitz “can’t do anything”) and has internalized ableism (Fitz says that he is “damaged”). The effects of the brain injury aren’t really seen after season two. Fitz mentions rehab in season three and that it helped him be able to say words like ‘antithesis’ and he occasionally stutters, particularly in situations that are highly emotional/stressful, but the trouble with finding words and the psychosis have disappeared.

Thanks to anon for the submission!