Finally i’ve got enough freetime to da a little followers gift <3 It’s nothing big, but i think it’s really cute <3 I really love ombre colors :D I’m really excited & happy that i’ve reached so many followers! :D Thanks guys!
An outfit photo? I’m as shocked as you are. Ignore my rainboots drying out in the background, but I had to show off the dress I got for $12 at Old Navy yesterday. For years (since 2013 I think?) I’ve been looking for another dress like this one, and while this isn’t exactly the same, it’s as close as it gets. Flowy, effortless, and looks just as cute with a cardigan as without.
im a sucker for trans les amis who share clothes so often that no one remembers that the dinosaur shirt with a pun actually belonged to marius in the beginning, and it gets to the point where they don’t rly have their own closets anymore, they just have one huge communal closet & it’s a huge mess but they have a rotating Closet Duty schedule, where someone goes in once a month & has to clean everything up
Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~2400 (WHOOPS - told you longer chapters were coming)
Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of blood/injury, murder, & torture (not detailed, but it’s explained what was done to the character). And as always, language.
A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Yay for backstory! (Seriously, this entire part is all backstory/flashback). Hope it’s still enjoyable! :D
When your phone rang,
you knew that something had gone wrong.
“Hello?” you answered.
“Y/N. It’s raining
outside, so I would wear your rain boots,” your father’s voice came through the
speaker. He sounded tired, and hurt. The call ended immediately after he
You bolted toward the
front door, tossing on your hoodie and grabbing your backpack. Running over to
your neighbor’s barn, you opened the door, revealing the truck parked inside.
You started it up, and the moment it did you were accelerating out of the barn.
“Please be okay, please
be okay,” you repeated to yourself. You were used to your parents coming back a
bit scuffed up, practically growing up always seeing at least one of them with
some sort of bruise or bandage. But if this mission had gotten out of hand to
the point where you had to evacuate, you knew things were bad. You zipped open
the backpack, pulling out the gun, tucking it into your waistband. Your mother
always taught you to be prepared.
Your heartbeat did not
slow, even when you pulled into the town, parking the truck in front of the
bakery. You pulled up the hood on your jacket, and walked inside the bakery.
isn’t it?” the man at the counter asked you as you stepped up.
“I decided to wear my
rainboots, just in case,” you replied. The man’s smile faded, and the partition
opened, and you stepped inside, practically running to the back room.
Your heartbeat did not
slow, even when you reached the back room and knocked four times. You only
calmed when the door opened, revealing your mother.
“Are you okay?” you
asked her as you stepped inside. Your mother locked the door behind her, and
pulled you into a hug.
“Zoet,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you’re safe. I’m okay. Your father’s been shot.”
You pulled out of your
mother’s embrace, walking over to your father, who was sitting in a chair, his
hand pressed tightly to his shoulder.
“Papa,” you said in
relief. “How could you let yourself get shot? I thought you were faster than
“Not today, it seems,”
your father joked. “I’ll be all right. But we need to move. They’re after us –
“We barely got out of
there. The only reason we did is we put an electrical grid behind us that
delayed them for a few seconds,” your mother told you. “Just another time your
father’s inventions have saved us.”
“Let’s not get in a
situation where we need to have that happen again,” your father said, coming to
a stand. “We need to leave.”
You nodded, and wrapped
your arm around your father’s waist, letting your mother lead the way down into
the tunnels. You walked for a while, supporting your father’s weight. He grew
weaker as you progressed, the bandage only doing so much to stop the bleeding.
“How much further?” you
“A mile. Hold on,
Lucas,” your mother responded. You heard your father chuckle lightly.
“I’m not going to leave
my girls,” he replied.
Eventually, you reached
the exit to the tunnels. You helped your mother pry the cover off it, revealing
the street above. Your mother went first, and the two of you helped push your
father up, and then you came up the ladder, closing the cover again.
“What took you so
long?” a familiar voice asked you. You looked up, seeing Q, an old friend of
your parents. He was the one to bring you your escape vehicle, as well as your
new paperwork and records.
complications,” your father responded. “Thank you, Q.”
Q waved a hand.
“Anything for a friend.”
Before any of you could
say anything, a shot rang out, and Q dropped to the ground, a bullet wound in
the middle of his forehead.
“Get down!” your mother
yelled, pushing you and your father to the floor. She reached into the truck,
pulling out a rifle. You pulled out your pistol, and you made sure your father
was armed, too.
“Which direction?” you
“East,” your mother
said. “Probably from the church roof. The shooter will have moved by now.”
You heard the squealing
of tires pulling up to your location, and you knew there were multiple
vehicles. This was going to be a shootout, and you knew this wouldn’t be easy.
Lucas, Y/N, we don’t wish to harm you,” you heard Kent shout. No doubt he was
waiting for one of you to show yourself so he could shoot you. Or worse. “We
just want those files. Give us those, and we’ll leave.”
you can’t open them without us,” your mother replied. “Don’t act like you
aren’t going to kill us once you get them.”
you’re right, I will – but I won’t enjoy it as much as I normally would.”
out, and you took the shots you could. You were able to take out 3, and you
noticed your mother took out 6. But more poured in, and you only had so much
mother called out. She was leaning against the truck, by your father. She was
clutching her arm, having been grazed by a bullet. “We’re not getting out of
off the rest of your shots, and fell back down, looking at your parents. Your
father was growing paler by the minute, and all three of you were tired.
said, dropping your gun. Your mother shook her head, and handed you the pistol your
father had been holding.
“No. You can
still get out of here. Take the truck and leave. We’ll stay here. It’s us they
really want. You know we won’t give them the info,” your mother told you. “Y/N,
please, get out of here while you can. Stay safe, zoet.”
please. Don’t make me do this,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You
knew this is what you had to do – HYDRA only would use you against your
parents. It was foolish to stay behind and let them get the three of you.
got into the truck, crouching down, looking up into the side mirrors to see
what was going on. You knew you couldn’t get out now if you tried – they needed
to thin out, first. You watched as your mother surrendered to them, and was
grabbed and forced to the ground. Your father was dragged out, and both of them
were roughly shoved into an armored vehicle.
you, Y/N?” Kent called out. “Don’t think that we don’t have a use for you.”
as one of the goons approached the truck you were in, the others searching the
remaining vehicles in the area. You waited until the HYDRA agent was just to
the passenger window before kicking it out and kicking him in the process.
truck, you threw it into drive and started speeding away. But an armored
vehicle sped into your path, and you swerved to avoid it. Unfortunately, you
couldn’t change direction in time to avoid the other car, and you crashed into
it. You tried to pull away, but the door was ripped open, and you were dragged
in front of Kent.
sighed. “I do wish you wouldn’t struggle.”
“Fuck you,” you
to watch your mouth,” he replied, and knocked you out.
woke up, your head was pounding, and it took your eyes a while to adjust to the
darkness around you. You were tied down to a chair, and confined in a cell. You
immediately noticed it wasn’t electronic, so that meant a power surge wouldn’t
help you. It was either breaking the lock or finding the key. That was, if you
were able to get out of the metal restraints you were in. It would mean
breaking your wrist. But if that was what it would take, you’d do it.
heard faintly. You looked to your right, seeing your mother in the cell next to
you. She was on the ground, her face swollen, her body bruised and bleeding.
gasped. “What… what did they do to you?”
right, zoet,” your mother wheezed out. “They come every 6 hours. But now that
you’re awake, they may come again.”
was silent for a moment. “I… I think he is still downstairs. Being patched up
so that they can hurt him more.”
out of here,” you told her. “They’ll send someone to rescue us.”
“I wait for
the day they try,” you heard Kent say. He was dragging in your father, a gun
trained to his head. “But in the event they do come for you, I can’t have the
three of you rescued at once. No, that would be too big of a victory for them,
you see, and they’ll think I’ve gone soft. And I can’t have that.”
the gun was pointed at your mother. You barely had time to open your mouth to
scream when Kent pulled the trigger. Your father began fighting back, and Kent
fired off one round into his stomach, the second into his throat. He stepped
away, and your father’s body fell to the ground.
you!” you screamed. “You bastard!”
laughed, and stepped into your cell. You nearly vomited at the sight of your
father’s blood on his collar.
he sighed. “I plan to kill you first.”
tortured every day for 243 days. To varying degrees, of course, depending on
who it was assigned to you. There were some who were easier, whom you could
handle. Others were harder. But the worst was Kent. Because every time you saw
him, you couldn’t help but see the bodies of your parents. You couldn’t help
but replay the sounds of the gunshots that ended their lives 10 feet in front
Kent needed you, that
you knew. He couldn’t access the files he wanted without you alive. It was your
insurance. No matter what he did to you, you knew he wouldn’t kill you. At
least not until he got what he wanted.
relent. Not when you were punched, kicked, drowned, cut, electrocuted, burned,
starved, force-fed, choked, or left in near-freezing water for as long as your
body could stand. But as much as your body could take, your mind could only
take so much. You became apathetic, distant. It was as if you were a passenger
in your own body. It was how you had gone so long without giving him the info
he was torturing you to receive.
When it was
an easier day, just your standard beating, you heard the alarm sound. Surely
this was a dream. Besides, even if the alarm went off, that didn’t mean
anything. It could be a test, or the arrival of a particularly dangerous
individual, anything but a rescue for you. After all, if they had taken this
long, why now?
agent beating you continued his work, yelling for someone else to go
investigate. It wasn’t long until you heard commotion outside the room you were
being kept in. The agent paused only when the door slammed open, and a flying
object came straight to his face, knocking him across the room.
“Y/N L/N?” a
man asked you. He was wearing a red, white, and blue uniform, and a helmet
covered the top half of his face. Captain America was sent to rescue you? You
had to remember that time had passed since you were captured, and he was
probably involved in more missions now.
“I’m here to
get you out of here,” he said, running up behind you, easily snapping your
restraints. “Can you walk?”
replied, coming to a stand. But it turns out you were weaker than you thought,
as when you took a step forward, you fell. You were caught before you hit the
ground, however. Captain America retrieved his shield, placing it on his back
before picking you up in his arms, beginning to run with you out of there.
Gunshots rang out, and he moved back behind cover, setting you down.
could use a little backup here,” you heard him radio in. Immediately after, you
heard groans of pain and sounds of a fight.
looking after you, Steve,” you heard a voice say. Suddenly, there was another
man in front of you, a face you also recognized – but for another reason.
began. You watched as the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.
“I don’t do
that anymore. You missed out on some important stuff while you were here,” he
replied. “I’m on their side, now. I’m Bucky, Y/N.”
your mouth to reply, but the world around you swirled as you felt the
repercussions of standing for so long. Bucky picked you up easily, and once
Captain America checked that the coast was clear, ran with you outside to the
quinjet. You were placed on a stretcher, and immediately after the hatch closed,
the quinjet took off.
A man in a
familiar red and gold armored suit stepped up to you, extending a hand.
Iron Man.” he said. You reached over with your right wrist, despite the fact he
was extending his right one, too.
wrist,” you replied.
up, tapping the side of his glasses. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan Y/N here for injuries.”
lacerations to her entire body, bruising of varying degree, 2nd
degree burns, dislocated right shoulder, broken wrist, 3 broken ribs, torn
ligaments in left knee, sprained left ankle. She is also malnourished and her
vitals indicate a severe lack of sleep and extreme levels of stress,” a voice
Tony let out
a small cough. “Sorry. You’re a real tough cookie, kid.”
we headed?” you asked.
you heard Captain America reply. “It’s where we have the best team of medical
staff and supplies to help you. And it’s the safest. The man who kidnapped you
is still out there. We can protect you back in New York. You’re with some of
the most trained individuals, Y/N.”
You nodded slowly. You knew that even if you had an entire
army by your side, you would never feel truly safe until he was dead. Until you
i actually do have a reason for this, and thereby a justification, but as i approached the end of this drawing i realized: it doesnt matter. no excuses i can conjure up will make up for a drawing of james madison wearing froggy rainboots.
My program starts in 20 days and I leave for Orlando in 18 (!!!) I figured it’s probably time to start packing. Let’s see how much I can get there with two suitcases and my carry-on luggage!
Since I won’t have a car and I’m flying down by myself I want to make sure I’ll have as much stuff as possible before heading down. The more stuff I’m able to bring the less I have to buy, plus I don’t know when my first trip to Walmart will be. In suitcase #1 I am packing: linens, toiletries, and shoes!
Bedbug Mattress Protector
Pillow (totally undecided on this one, we’ll see how much space I have once I’m done)
Hair Heat Protectant
And how am I going to fit all of that in one suitcase? Space bags, my friends, space bags. I also plan to wear my rainboots on the plane since they would take up the most space. I know it sounds like a lot, but when you look at it all together it doesn’t take up as much space as you’d think!
In suitcase #2: clothes!
Leggings (long and cropped)
Jackets (a rain jacket, a jean jacket, and a regular light one)
I technically get two carry-on items (a personal item and a carry-on) so I’ll be using a purse and a backpack. In those I’ll be carrying:
Makeup (if you’re carrying liquid products on board make sure they’re under 3.4 ounces!)
Jewelry (things that I don’t want to risk losing)
Important Documents (I-9 documentation, college information, etc. Things I can’t lose!)
My list of things to purchase after check-in will be up tomorrow! See ya real soon!
I shot this yesterday but I didn’t have time to edit it. This was an interesting shoot. Getting that chair to that location by myself was an adventure unto itself.
To get myself to the chair, I wore my rainboots, and once on the chair I would take them off. At one point I wasn’t thinking and I set the boot down next to the chair and watched it float down stream. I had to chase after it, as you can see by my one wet pant leg. The water is probably around 32*F.
And I learned that burning vinyl is suffocating, even outdoors.
“It’s this way obviously!” Johnson pointed in one direction and the rest of the group started yelling at one another jokingly trying to convince one another which direction was correct. Cam suggested we do a corn maze in the spirit of Halloween. The only day we could all clear our schedule’s for though happened to be the gloomiest drizzling day ever landing us in the muddy maze alone essentially. Nash slowly moved his arm down from my waist to cup my ass for the sixth time this morning. I smiled a bit but moved it backwards.
“Stop it!” I whispered trying to prevent my smile from showing through. He knew my weak points though and I had to bite my lip with a lot of force to keep from making any sort of sensual noise. “They’ve already caught us making out twice this week. They’re going to think we have no self control!” I squealed in protest as he continued to squeeze.
“Who needs self control when you have passion?” He brushes his lips into mine lovingly and I can’t help but give in when he reasons; “They’re all distracted in finding the way out. Let’s get a little more lost.” He shrugged pulling me towards the split behind us jogging my rainboots flinging mud behind me as I giggled searching for a secluded enough spot. The instant he stops he pulls me closer pushing his mouth full force onto mine his tongue sliding into my mouth where it roughly searches. His hands slide to my ass again squeezing and rubbing to his pleasure. The noises around us turn from silence to each of our soft moans his loudening as I brush myself against his crotch repeatedly. “Baby girl…oh frick…not when we-” He let out an intense moan as I brushed my palm to his forming hard-on. “We can’t finish for a while don’t do that here.” He bit my lower lip and I refused to let up until his full errection rose for the perfect timing;
“There you guys are we’ve been-ew! Public display of love, public love, ew!” Aaron yelled out upon discovering the two of us whilst I could see Gilinsky grinning probably trying to hold back his laugh as Nash made sure to use me as a shield to his crotch.