oh i love you too doll face

Covered in bruises and gashes

I’ve written this story for Gen’s “100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday”. @bucky-plums-barnes

Kink: After an injury.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: wounds, a lot of teasing, a hint of masturbation, smut, a little of angst maybe, some fluff, and this should be all… I think.

Word count: 1615

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

“Don’t you dare to pull a stunt like that ever again, doll!” Bucky glares at you as stitching up a cut on your side.

You roll your eyes and huff. “Shall I remember you that I am an operative member of the Avengers as well as you? And that if I hadn’t pulled a stunt like that now you’d have a nice piercing right through here.” You poke his chest.

“I know that you are an Avenger. But you are not expendable, [Y/N].” He mutters continuing to patch you up.

“Why are you saying this? Is there someone expendable?” You frown.

He doesn’t answer.

“Buck” You rest your hands over his forcing him to stop his work.

He looks up at you. “Look at you, all covered in bruises and gashes.”

“You are being melodramatic, Sarge. And by the way, you wouldn’t be much better than me if it wasn’t that you heal to the speed of light.” You scoff him.

A little smile plays on his lips.

“To me you are not expendable, Buck.” You press a kiss on his cheek and let him finish his work.

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Title: Fire Safety Part 2

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

NOTE: If you have an idea as to where you’d like to see this go, don’t be afraid to drop a line!

Warnings: None. Fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For my Darlin’s! @ladylorelitany @magikat409

I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.

“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.

She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.

“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.

I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”

She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.

The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”

“Ellie, wait!”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.

I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.

“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Hey Ellie!”

I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.

His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.

Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.

Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“For you,” he said.

I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.

“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.

“No problem…. and for you!”

Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.

She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”

Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.

Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”

Just as I said that, my cell rang.

“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.

“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.

“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”

Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.

Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”

Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.

“Imma go get changed!”

When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”

I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.

“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.

“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.

He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.

Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.

“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.

I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.

Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.

“Ready?” he asked.

We both nodded, following him out the door.
°°°°°°
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.

Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.

I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.

I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.

“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.

Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”

He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”

Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”

“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.

During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.

Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.

“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.

I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”

He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.

Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.

“How about some grub, ladies?”

We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
°°°°°°
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”

Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”

Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”

Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.

A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.

She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”

He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”

Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”

Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”

I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”

Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”

She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”

“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.

I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”

He raised a brow, “Problem?”

I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”

He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”

Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.

As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.

“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Night Patwick,”

She was out before I could even say good night.

“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.

“Me too,”

“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.

“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.

His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Not at all,”

Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.

His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.

I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.

His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”

“I can say the same about you,”

I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.

I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.

“Patrick,”

He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”

Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”

He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”

Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”

“Okay… Call me?”

His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”

I smiled, “It is,”

“See you, Sweetheart,”

With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.

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anonymous asked:

Steve trying to hide his depression from Bucky, sneaking in his antidepressants and hiding away when one of his low moods start up. Thinking he shouldn't burden Bucky with his silliness, not after what he's been through. He'll be fine, Bucky shouldn't worry.

But Bucky noticed right away. Steve had been terrible at lying for as long as Bucky could remember. He saw it before anyone else. 

“Stevie,” he said one afternoon. Steve had just woken up and brushed his teeth. He’d been sleeping in late and hardly went on missions. He stayed in bed when things were really bad and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Bucky. 

Steve walked over and crawled into Bucky’s lap, hiding his face and tears in his neck, “it’s gettin’ bad again.” 

“Oh, I know baby,” Bucky whispered, hugging Steve tightly, “I gotcha doll. I gotcha. I’ll look after you. Like I always do eh?” 

Steve nodded. Lying hadn’t worked the first time and Bucky found out. He’d taken Steve to Bruce, got some antidepressants, began seeing a therapist and opened up more, but only to Bucky. 

“Shh, sweetheart,” Bucky tightened his grip on Steve, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’ll be all right. I promise, baby. I promise.” 

Steve sniffed and nodded into Bucky’s neck, “I…love you.” 

Bucky cupped his face and kissed away his tears, “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones.

You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.

———-

“I’m telling you Jim. I don’t have a clue where it is.” I shrug my shoulders and twirl a strand of hair from one of my pony tails. He crosses his arms and stares me down as Harvey sighs in annoyance. “Come on Harleen. Just hand it over.” I smile and prop my head up. “I keep telling you coppers I don’t have the dang necklace.”

Harvey throws his hands up and yells. “So what if she does? It really matter? Only 100 dollars that place is losing! Just let her go Jim.” I smile at Harvey and hold my hands out. “Yes. Please let me go Jimbo.” I laugh and gingel the cuffs around my wrists.

Jim hoists me up and out of the room and as soon as he does a siren blares and a car goes by almost hitting everything in sight. “You need to teach him how to drive!” I laugh watching the crazed driver, and seconds later he runs over a guy!

I tug my hair in excitement and run for my apartment wanting to see this story on the news.

As I get to my house I unlock the door and see my window open and a little tree hugger on my couch. “Hey Red.” I say and go to the kitchen. “Heard you were taken in…again.” I shrug my shoulders and get a drink. “Want anything?” Ivy slams the door closed and looks at me seriously. “You need to stop. Your record is shot and you’re gonna lose this place.”

I smile and open the dishwasher, and as the door falls open bags, and bags, and bags of money fall out. “Now stop worrying will you?” I giggle and turn on the TV.

As the picture becomes clearer I see a man…wearing someone's…face? Hm odd. “You seeing this Red?” I say as I get closer to the screen. “Well not when you’re in front of it!” Red says playfully and pushes me out of the way with her foot. “Hey!” I whine and get up. “Go out and get some food will you?” Red asks as she waters her plant on the side table.

I smirk and stuff my hands in my pockets rocking on my heels. “Sure thing!” I stroll to the door and as soon as I grasp the knob Red ruins my fun. “Pay for it!” I groan and grab some money.

•••

I walk down the dark sidewalk of Gotham city when I see something…someone. I hold onto the pizza box and follow the shadow into a building. What can I say? I’m a curious girl.

I creep up on the figure and see who it belongs to. I see two people. One bent over and groaning in pain every few seconds and the other watching in awe or horror. I can’t tell. Maybe a little bit of both.


I lean in closer trying to get a better look, but of course me being to clumsy girl I am knock over some tools set out.

The one hunched over turns around and reviles his face…his stapled face? I then realized the man on Tv was standing in between the famous Jerome Valeska and I. HE STOLE JEROME’S FACE!

Jerome smiles and holds up the staple gun. “Yay or nay dollface?” I walk closer to him and circled his body. “Hm. It could work.” I shrug and smile at him. “Pizza?” I ask and open the box for him.

Jerome smirks and grabs a slice. “What’s your name dollface?” I smile and blush at the nickname. “Harley. Harley Quinn.” “Oh wonderful name!” Jerome smiles then looks away. “What’s wrong?”

He looks up at me and smirks. “Want to help me with this fellow over here?” I look over the man with fear in his eyes. “Where do we start?” “Oh I’m gonna love having you around doll.”

Jerome and I tie Dewit up and throw firecrackers at the fool. Jerome turns to a camera and laughs. “Tonight Gotham. You too will be…reborn!” He laughs and lights a cord leading to the idiot who stole Jerome’s face. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand baby!”

Jerome says and runs out of the building with me hand in hand. When we exit the door the building explodes throwing us a feet away from it.

We tumble over and I fall on top of Jerome. He looks up at me and laughs. “Ahh that was fun! Sure you don’t mind the staples? Good look? Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” I kiss both his cheeks. “Sticks and stones? Let’s keep the staples and get thrones.” Jerome smiles. “Oh I like the way you think Harley!”

Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

Don't say it - Bucky x reader & reader x Pietro  Oneshot

You straighten out your vail in the body mirror placed against the wall . For a church backroom, its surprisingly large.  You smooth your hands down the sides of your wedding dress.  You hear the door open behind you , assuming its your maid of Honor, you turn with a smile. Your smile  slightly falters  when you lock eyes with Bucky .

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

“ Bucky ? What are you-”
“ Don’t marry him Y/n . He’s not -”

“ I’m marrying Pietro ,Bucky . He’s your friend why are you trying to talk me out of this ?"  You’ve never been more confused in your life. Bucky and Pietro are pretty good friends, so this doesn’t make sense.

 He sighs, taking your hands in his,

” He is my friend, but i cant let you go through with this without telling you something first.“   The clear anxiety on Buckys face sends you into a frenzy  .

” Oh my God, he cheated on me didn’t he? i knew this was too good to be true!“ you start sobbing against Buckys chest,

” No no no doll, he didn’t cheat on you !“

” Then what the hell Buck! What else would i need to -“

” I love you . I am in love with you .“ he rushes his words out, but you manage to catch them .

” w-w-what?“ 

” I know this isn’t the best timing, but -“

” Not the best- BUCKY IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO WALK DOWN THE DAMN ISLE!“ You shout , shoving yourself away from him. How could he do this.

You and Bucky have always been close,there was a time you felt more for him , but he turned you down instantly.  So what changed?

” You turned me down Barnes, not the other way around. So what the hell do you think youre doing?“

” I turned you down because i couldn’t risk losing you . You and Pietro happened so fast after that , i thought he was just a rebound. you cant-“

” I can, and i am. You  had your chance Buck , you are my family, but that’s all we are going to be. I’m walking down that isle and-“

His lips are on yours before you finish , gently coaxing yours into a sweet kiss. You sigh into it, but quickly remember where you are . You pull away , tears rolling down from your eyes.  Thank god for waterproof makeup.

You hear the music begin, letting you know it was time to meet your father at the doors.  You look into Buckys eyes one more time, sorrow and hurt evident .

” I’m sorry . “ you whisper under your breath . You exit the room, meeting your dad  .

” You sure youre ready sunshine?“ he asks, interlocking your arm with his.

You nod your head ‘yes’ , the doors open, revealing the church filled with your family and friends. Pietro is waiting at the end, a dazzling smile on his face.  Your father starts to move, but your feet don’t follow . 

Am   I ready for this?

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The Last Time (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by artandartpt

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“Imagine being the Jokers wife who was killed by one of his enemies. Though he has Harley now, he still mourns you on the anniversary of your death.”

Requested by @deadpools-babe :The reader was Joker’s dead wife and even if he have Harley with him now he would always think of her. Whenever her death anniversary come her would mourn for her. And Harley would be very flabbergasted to watch him. I don’t know just sad and fluffy for our dead reader and Mista J. Fluffs plzzz.

A/N: So this took me so long to do XD I rewrote it a few times, each time because I felt that the Joker was too far out of character. Of course, there’s still bits that are out of character but hopefully that’s okay. Ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned.

Pairings: Joker x Reader, Joker x Harely

Warnings: Out of Character moments, Swearing, violence, death

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I’m Just Not Her - Bucky x Reader (FINAL PART)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 | FINAL PART |

Request from @xxwinter-soldierxx

Can you pls do one where reader and Bucky are good friends and everyone on the team thinks they have something special. Then the reader likes Bucky but she’s too naïve, only to find out that he has feelings for Nat. Reader then avoids him for a while to go on missions and train hard to ‘be more like Nat’. Want a happy ending too.

Originally posted by rebecca-donell

Warnings - swearing, mentions of shooting, violence, fluff.

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Suicide Squad sentence starters
  • “Don’t make make shoot you. “
  • “That is just a whole lot of pretty and a whole lot of crazy.”
  • “ We’re going for a drive. “
  • “ what no honor amongst thieve’s… “
  • “ When the shooting starts - and it will - you’re going to cut and run. I guarantee it. “
  • “Everyone’s has a weakness, and a weakness can be leverage. “
  • “ You ever been in love? “
  • “Another textbook sociopath.”
  • “Are you the devil? “
  • “ Here’s to honor… among thieves. “
  • “ In a world of monsters, this is the only way to protect the country.
  • “ Would you die for me? “
  • “ I’ll accept the consequences. “
  • “ You got a boyfriend/girlfriend? “
  • “ Let’s do something fun. “
  • “ You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. ”
  • “ Oh, he’s embarrassed of us… that’s so cute! “
  • “ Are you sweet talkin’ me? All'a that chitchat’s gonna getcha hurt… “
  • “ Love your perfume. What is that, the stench of death? “
  • “My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that?”
  • “ You might want to keep your mouth shut. “
  • “ Oh, they dead. “
  • “ I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want. “
  • “ Booga-booga-booga! “
  • “ That’s too easy. Would you… would you live for me? Hmm? “
  • “ Please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me… “
  • “ All you need to know is: you work for me. “
  • “ Stay evil doll face… “
  • “ You know what they say about the crazy ones… “
  • “ Criminals deserve no mercy! “
  • “Let’s go save the world.”
  • “ They’re bad guys. “
  • “ We’re going to the swirling ring of trash in the sky. “
  • “ A walk in the park. Easy peasy. “
  • “I hear you’re the fire bloke, hey? “
  • “ I was just trying to get you there. No hard feelings, right? We’re good. “
  • “ He’s a psychotic antisocial freak. “
  • “ He just threatened me. “
  • “ Y’all jokers must be crazy. “
  • “ You’re going somewhere very bad. “
I Can’t Save Her: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nudity, FLUFFFFFFFFFF!

Word Count: 1663

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Christmas <3. It’s so fluffy! I proofed/edited this without my glasses because I don’t want to get out of bed to find them (just in case I missed something weird, ha!) Tags are at the bottom!

I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3

Originally posted by dailysebastiangifs

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

“Buck?” I asked sleepily as I reached for his side of the bed. My hands came up empty and I slowly opened my eyes to find him. He was standing by the window with his back turned to me. His shoulders seemed tense – I could tell something was bothering him. I grabbed a blanket off the bed and held it to me as I crept up behind him. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him behind his ear. He seemed to visibly relax at the contact, and turned to face me. “Good Morning,” I said shyly as I smiled at him.

“Good Morning. I’m sorry – I couldn’t sleep so I went down and got us some breakfast and then I just sort of ended up here,” he shrugged with a sad smile.

“Is everything okay?” I was worried – whatever was bothering him had happened since I had fallen asleep last night.

“I’m fine doll – I promise. Guess what?” he asked with a grin. He was always good at deflecting conversations when he didn’t want to talk about himself.

“What?”

“Merry Christmas.” He bent down to kiss me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Merry Christmas.” I smiled at him as he looked at me intently.

“Since one of my presents is already unwrapped I think I’d like it now,” he said with a laugh as he swept me off my feet and carried me back to the bed. He laid me gently on the bed and laid down beside me. He kissed me sweetly –  the fierceness that he had earlier was gone. He broke away from the kiss to look at me. “Have you changed your mind?” he asked quietly.

“About what?” I wasn’t following his behavior this morning. He seemed to be completely opposite of what he was like last night.

“Do you still love me?” his voice cracked as he asked.

I paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure why he would think I would say something and take it back in the span of a few hours. I sat up a little and looked down at him as I tried to decipher where his sudden change in mood had originated from. “Yes – of course I do. I wouldn’t say something like that if I didn’t mean it, Buck. It’s all I could think about while you were away,” I whispered.

I was hoping my reassurance would lift his mood, but he returned my answer with a soft sad smile. “Can I give you your Christmas present?” he asked quietly.

“But yours is back at the compound,” I protested.

He put his hand up to stop me from continuing. “This is something that I just want to do when we are alone, doll. You can give me my present later. I have been thinking about this for weeks – and I just want it to be between us,” he said seriously.

I chuckled nervously. “What did you do… steal a baby for me or?” I asked. This did merit a small chuckle and shake of his head. He got up off the bed and crossed the room. After rifling through one of his bags he returned with a small box in his hand. He sat on the bed and fumbled with it nervously. It seemed as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the thought of handing me the box. He kept looking everywhere in the room except for at me. “Buck…”

“I never talk much about my family. It seems like that was another lifetime ago… I guess because it was. Being ripped away from them the way I was and then finally waking up one day with my memories coming back to me in bits and pieces…. It was like losing them twice. Have I ever told you about my younger sister?” he asked as he finally turned to me.

“You’ve mentioned her a few times…” I answered softly.

“When Steve helped me get away from HYDRA I found out she was still alive so I tracked her down. She was in a nursing home that catered to patients suffering from dementia,” he scoffed and paused. “There were a few moments where she would remember me. She’d look at me and I’d know that she knew who I was. A few months after I found her she passed. When I went to the facility where she had lived to take care of everything they said she had told them to give me this box.” He paused and looked at it sadly. “You see… the day before she passed she had a moment of perfect clarity and she knew who I was and remembered enough of our talks during my visits to write me a letter. When she was done she tucked it in this box and handed it to her nurse and told her to make sure I got it. She went to bed and died sometime during that night.” He smiled sadly as he opened the box. He fished out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me. I unfolded it gently and began to read it.

Bucky,

I know you worry about me, but you shouldn’t. I’ve lived a long life and a happy one. So when I’m gone – don’t dwell on what you wish had happened for me. I want you to let go of the past. You can’t change it and you shouldn’t punish yourself for it. Don’t waste your life chasing ghosts. You deserve to be happy. Please be happy.

Find someone that loves you and don’t let go. When you find them know that you deserve every minute of it. I wanted to give you mom’s ring. I’ve worn it every day since I can remember. My hope is you will find someone special to wear it.

Be present. Be loved. Remember who you are.

Your Loving Sister,

Rebecca

 

I looked up from the letter to see Bucky holding the ring. I couldn’t formulate a sentence let alone a thought. “I’m not asking you to marry me…. I’m not saying this is one of those ridiculous promise rings that Steve will not stop talking about…. I just knew last night… after you said you loved me…. that you’re the person I want to have this. I want you to wear it… I mean if that’s okay with you… When Rebecca gave me this I never thought… but somehow she knew before I did that you would show up one day…” he trailed off and looked at me hopelessly.

I had tears spilling over my lashes. “Of course I want to wear it!” I sputtered as I threw my arms around his neck. He chuckled softly and slid it onto my ring finger on my right hand. It was a perfect fit. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

“Now you see why I didn’t want to do this in front of Stark and the others,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I want you to have it as a reminder of me when I’m not here…” he added softly. I pulled him closer to me on the bed and snuggled myself next to him.

“Hopefully you won’t be gone as often – so I can just wear it because I love you,” I added softly.

He sighed and replied, “Hopefully. We should sleep a little more – it’s really early and I’m sure Stark has a full night of events lined out for us.”

“Mhm…” I responded groggily as I began to drift off to sleep.

Maybe I dreamt it but I thought I heard him whisper, “Merry Christmas, doll. If I’m lucky maybe one day this ring will be more than just a reminder.”


I woke up to Bucky shaking me gently. “Doll – we should probably get back to the compound,” he said softly. I blinked at him sleepily as I tried to wake up. Suddenly I realized I had nothing to wear but the red dress that laid crumpled on the floor.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I complained as I turned over to try to sleep more.

“I have a pair of sweats and you can wear one of my extra hoodies,” Bucky added as he rolled me back towards him to keep me from falling back asleep.

“Fine,” I sighed grumpily. He smiled at me triumphantly as I managed to slowly get up from the bed and put on the clothes he handed me.

It was a cold December morning and the sky threatened snow as we hopped into a taxi to head back to the compound. I nervously twisted Bucky’s ring on my finger as we sat in silence. The feeling of the ring felt like some type of promise – a promise that he would always come back to me. The feeling was amazing – my heart began to race and my palms started to sweat. “What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly – the sound of his voice caused me to jump. I looked at him sheepishly as he raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“I… um… I was thinking about you,” I responded shyly as I stared at my palms.

“What about me?” I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice – he always liked catching me off guard.

“This morning.”

“Oh…” he sounded a little unsure of himself suddenly.

“I was just thinking about how this has been the best Christmas I have ever had,” I added sweetly as I peeked up at him through my lashes. His face erupted into one of his rare smiles – the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Can I tell you a secret, doll?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“This has been the best Christmas I have ever had too,” he said as he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you,” he sighed before kissing me again.

“I love you too,” I whispered back and grabbed his hand and held it in mine.


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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jerome x reader where they are both working together but they get into fights all the time and then in a really heated argument Jerome kisses the reader? Thanks! By the way I love your writing

//Thanks, I’m glad you like my stuff! This is going to be when he was the leader of the Maniax, so, yeah. The way I went about this may not be how you thought of it, but I dunno XD I hope it works, and I hope you like it. Like, the argument isn’t too heated, but it’s like, not a friendly conversation?

Warnings: Mild swearing. Use of “word” ‘dancy’ (not a real word, I don’t think. At least word documents doesn’t think so.)

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Title: Hate Loving Him //

 

    “No, you stay here. We don’t need you getting in the way,” Jerome says, cutting y/n off mid-sentence. Barbara glances over at her, and raises one eyebrow, as if to say, you’re going to let him talk to you like that? Y/n stands up from the couch.

   “Who said I’d be in the way?” She says harshly. Jerome turns around sharply, a deadly smile on his face.

   “Are you deaf, or just that stupid?” Jerome says, moving forward fluidly. He leans his face in close to hers. “Me,” His head tilts jarringly as he says that, and his gaze slowly lifts from her neck to her eyes, holding her gaze. Instead of shying down, y/n holds his gaze, stepping forward.

   “Don’t try me, ginger. We’ve been here before.” She mutters. Jerome’s smile slips away, and his eyes glint darkly. Before anyone has any time to react, y/n launches forward. He stops her easily, picking her up and turning around, setting her down.

   She was always the one to attack physically; although her and Jerome fought often, everyone in the group had slowly begun to notice that he never fought back. Jerome’s eyes sparkle, and he smiles slightly, flicking her forehead. Y/n lets out a small scream, and goes to run at him again. He bends down quickly, tackling her at her legs and lifting her into the air, carrying her over his shoulders. At this point, y/n has gone completely crazy. She kicks and squirms, trying to get out of his grip.

   “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bit-” Jerome drops her suddenly, and she lets out an angry scream. He shakes his finger at her.

   “Tsk, tsk. Swearing isn’t good, dollface. Even if what you’re saying is true.” He scolds, and drops down to the ground with her, sitting across from her. She launches herself at him once again, and his arms shoot out, one hand on each of her shoulders. She screams, pushing forward, trying to get to him.

   “Let me go!” She shouts.

   “Oh, well since you asked nicely.” Jerome says, his voice dripping with sincerity. He let’s go of her, and she keeps moving until she is only inches away from him. Barbara smiles, watching excitedly. Y/n freezes when her eyes meet his. She expected to see anger, hatred and violence. But his eyes are all lit up with amusement. He’s smiling. An actual, happy smile. She lets out a shaky breathe, and makes eye contact with him again. “Go ahead, doll. Hit me.” He says, his voice full of laughter.

   “I could…god, I’d love to.”

   “Go ahead.” Jerome says, smiling slyly.

   “I don’t trust you.” She whispers. He holds his hands up, and smiles lopsidedly.

   “Go ahead.” She eyes him cautiously, but doesn’t move. His grin widens, becoming even more lopsided. “Maybe, you don’t want to? Maybe,” he smiles. “Maybe you like me.” Y/n’s face heats up quickly, and she can see his hand moving. She flinches slightly when his hand touches her cheek gently. He pats the side of her face, and leans in, kissing her quickly. He pulls away, and stands up. Her mouth drops open slightly, and she jumps up, following him over to Greenwood. Jerome turns around, shaking his head. “You’re still not going, sweet-cheeks. Too valuable.” He grins at her, and taps her nose. “Too cute.”

    “Now I understand why you’re allowed to go,” she grumbles, not necessarily proud of the insult, but too flustered to think of a better one. Jerome grins at her, and places a hand on either side of her face, tilting her head so she looks up at him.

    “Love you too, y/n.” He says, his eyes lighting up more at the sight of her frustration. He lets go of her face, turning around and beginning to walk away.

    “That’s not what I said,” Jerome stops, and laughs.

    “Oh, but doll,” He turns around, throwing his arms out to his side. “It’s what you meant.” He tilts his head, and walks backwards towards the door. “And it’s what I mean, too.” He winks, and turns around, opening the door and doing a dancy slide through it.

Admiration
Soooo please be gentle with me, first time doing any sort of writing in a long time, first time doing anything like this… in general. Let me know how I did and please, certainly, throw me hints and ideas you may have!! 
Bucky x Reader Bucky’s POV as he enjoys laying in bed with you.
Warnings: Erm, none besides some bit of fluff that I can think of? Word count: About 500. Not too bad.
(y/h/c) Your hair color (y/s/c) your skin color (y/n) your name 
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     How did I manage to get so lucky? James Barnes thought to himself as he looked down at your sleeping form. The moonlight illuminated the room through the open window, throwing soft shadows over your skin as he watched you breath slow, steady breaths. You two had been dating for a few months now, and everything seemed so perfect. 
     Reaching out with his right hand, Bucky slowly let his fingers lightly trace your bare shoulder, tracing the moonlight on your skin. You were in such a deep sleep at this point, he knew it would take a lot to wake you. He stared at your serene face, admiring every contour, every flaw, and just finding you absolutely mesmerizing. Bucky gently cupped your cheek in his hand, letting his thumb run along your bottom lip, earning a sigh from you in your sleep.
     The gears in his head started to turn, and in typical Bucky Barnes style, he decided to see how much he could get away with before you woke up. He leaned in closer to your face, enjoying the feeling of your warm breath against his face. Your breathing was so slow, so peaceful, he almost felt guilty about messing with you. He couldn’t help it, he just found you so intoxicating. 
     He let his hand drift down your neck, being ever so light as to not wake you up too soon. He let his hand run through your (y/h/c) hair, stopping just a brief moment as you let out a soft sigh from your lips. If there was anything that could make his heart pound out of an excited fear, it was the thought of you waking up at this moment. He lucked out as you didn’t open your eyes, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. He removed his hand from his hair, and used his fingertips to lightly brush down your arm, smiling to himself as he saw the goosebumps raising up on your (y/s/c) skin. 
     He knew it wouldn’t be long before you woke up, so he decided to be more bold and to lean closer to you, brushing his lips lightly against your neck. You let out a soft groan, half from the sensation, the other from waking up slowly. He could tell you didn’t want to open your eyes as they slowly fluttered open, squinting a moment before your face broke out into a smile. Your smile was enough to light up, even in the shadows. “Hello Bucky…” you muttered with a yawn, moving closer to him as you mistook your goosebumps for being cold. 
     "Hello, doll.“ Bucky chuckled as he put his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a loving kiss. He poured all his admiration into it, kind of disappointed that the game was over… for now.
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Tagging: @marvel-ash

Remind Me When I'm Sober

You stumble into the living room of the tower and laugh, louder than you meant to. It was Natasha’s Bachelorette party and things had gotten a bit out of hand. Nat had seemed fine but you were definitely drunk. You reach for a glass and watch as it slips slow motion out of your grasp. A silver hand catches it when it’s level with your belly button.
“Hey.” Bucky says softly, his eyes tired, “Are you okay?”
“Oh my god. Bucky. Buck Buck Bucky.” You loudly whisper. “Hi.”
“Are you okay?” He asks again looking concerned.
“Oh yes. I’m feeling floaty!” You giggle and grab his metal arm, “I love this thing. It’s so bad ass. Like wow. I mean wow.”
“Were you at Nat’s party?”
“Maaaaaaybe.” You draw out the word looking up at him through your lashes. “You are so handsome Bucky.” You admit poking his chest. You were kind of keeping that to yourself until now apparently.
“How much did you drink?”
“As much as Nat. Vodka. I love vodka.”
“Alright, let’s get you some water.” He says pulling the glass from the counter and putting it away. He grabs one of the plastic ones that Sam brought, the Avengers Edition ones from some food chain. It’s got Hawkeye’s face on it.
“Oh hey! It’s Natasha’s lover! I wish you were my lover.” You blurt as he passes you the cup. You drink from it then pass it back.
“All of it.” He commands giving it back to you.
“Buckeroo.” You say after taking a pull of the water, “I know you hate me but I love you. I think you’re so, so great. Like so great. And your metal arm is so sexy! And your long hair looks so soft I just wanna, ugh!” You admit and he stares at you in surprise.
“You, you love me?”
“Hell yes I do Buckers.” You affirm.
“What are the chances you remember this in the morning?”
“I dunno. I like it when you call me doll. Why don’t you do that anymore?” You murmur tracing a finger along one of the joints in his arm.
“Can you repeat this to me when your sober?”
“Remind me.” You say running your finger along the red star by his shoulder.
“Okay, I can say hey doll,” you hum in appreciation, “I know this might be embarrassing but will you tell me you love me again?”
“I like it when you call me doll.” You mutter and he laughs softly.
“Finish your water doll. I want to get you to bed.”
“We’re going to bed?” You look up at him hopeful.
“Yea, you in your bed. Me in mine.”
“I knew it. You hate me.”
“No I don’t. Quite the opposite actually but if I spend the night in your bed it’s going to be hard for me to keep my hands off of you. And there’s this thing called consent and you can’t give it when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” You pout and he chuckles again.
“Yes you are doll. I’m pretty glad you are because now I know you love me.”
“Who told you that?” You demand in surprise.
“You did.”
“I did?”
“Yea doll.” He’s got a grin on his face that’s contagious, you smile back at him. “Did you finish the whole cup?”
“I don’t want more.” You pout.
“You don’t want a hangover in the morning either.”
“Will you cuddle with me until I sleep?”
“If you finish your water.”
“Okay.” You agree finishing the last of your water. You put the cup gently in the sink then take his arm and let him lead you to your room. Your feet don’t seem to want to cooperate like normal and you trip over the change from tile to carpet. Bucky keeps you upright then bends down with a soft sigh and picks you up, cradling you against him. When he enters your room he sets you gently on the bed and you peel off your shoes then the tight skirt you’d worn out. You glance up, only then remembering Bucky was in the room and see that he’s turned around, his back facing you. You giggle and pull the tight top and your bra off pulling your large tshirt on then flopping onto the bed to tug on your shorts you hear him laugh softly.
“Are you wearing clothes again?”
“Yes.” You huff and true to his word Bucky lays down next to you on your bed. You loop an arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable. Maybe just surprised. You sigh contentedly then drift off to sleep.
When you wake your head is pounding and someone else is in your bed. Who is in your bed? You crack your eyes open and are stunned to see Bucky staring down at you.
“Morning doll.” His mouth turns up at your confused expression.
“Why are you here?”
“I tried to leave but every time I went to go you’d let out this sad little noise and I couldn’t leave. I felt too bad.”
“But why are you here?”
“You asked me to come. How much do you remember?”
“I remember the limo dropping me off and Jarvis letting me in. You gave me some water and we talked about-” oh god. You told him you loved him, and that you liked when he called you doll. Oh god. Oh shit.
“Hey doll. I know this might be embarrassing but will you tell me you love me again?”
“Shit. Oh shit Bucky, I’m sorry.” You say covering your face with your hands.
“Is it true? Or was that just drunk you?”
“It’s true.” You mutter.
“Good.” You look up at him in surprise and he presses his lips to yours. “I love you too.”

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Summary: Based on an anon request where reader has scars on her chest from childhood surgeries, and is anxious about Bucky seeing them, despite the fact that they’ve been dating.

Bucky x reader, MOSTLY FLUFF, A LIL ANGST (not really though). Word count: 1250

TW: scars (surgical), body image problems (they get resolved though)

A/N: Sorry the title sucks, but I couldn’t think of anything better. You win some, you lose some I guess.


“Hey, Y/N! Why don’t you hop in?!” shouted Sam from the pool as you sat on a lounge chair on the deck.

“Yeah! C’mon! The water’s great, and we’re gonna play chicken, aren’t we, Nat?” hollered Clint.

“Hell yeah! You and me are gonna kick Y/N and Bucky’s asses,” teased Natasha.

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anonymous asked:

HC for The host and aspen: Aspen brings a whole new crowd of listeners and host decided to let her have her own little show once a week to talk about whatever she likes. And he sits in the back with a pleasant smile on his face because he's so happy that she's happy. Hell give her small kisses while she's talking just to hear her giggle. They'll make new stories together , shell teach him how to make dolls I love them omg

// OH MY GOSH

// Hosty giving her a day in the week were she can just take over the show if she wants to and he just listens and is the ‘guest’ if she wants him to be included!
// Goddamn this is too cute I hate you why do you DO THIS TO ME

// Though I suppose the Host wouldn’t make many stories with her. He does like to tell real events after all. But, whatever she likes~

anonymous asked:

ANGEL, DOLL FACE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY~~~~!!! I hope you spend this day with your loved ones and have a fabulous time (by loved ones I mean VIXX, girl its comeback season you don't get to have a break) jk~~~ love you! ~Riri

@saltykong AWW THANK YOU RIRI YOU’RE TOO SWEET!! lool alls i need is VIXX anyway, right!??! seriously tho, this comeback was the best birthday gift i can ever hope to get! i hope you’re having a FANTABULOUS TIME TOO I LOVE YOU TOO OKAY?!

Alex Summers x Reader - Sick Days

Your Mutation: healing abilities
Requested By: anon
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, fluffy fluff

With a healing mutation like yours, most people assumed that you couldn’t get sick. And while it was true that getting sick was difficult for you, when you did get sick, you got extremely sick. You would be bedridden for days, completely unable to even get up to take shower. This was one of those rare times you got sick and it was pure hell.

“Hey, doll. I brought you some soup.” Alex gave you a light smile and closed the door lightly behind him. You had a pounding headache, felt insanely nauseous, and your throat was on fire. You gave him a small smile as you sat up, slowly. Alex handed you the soup and added a pillow behind you.

“Thank you, babe.” You grumbled. Alex pulled up your blankets around you.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked. It was adorable how worried he became whenever you were sick.

“As comfortable as possible.” You mumbled, taking a sip of your soup. Alex pressed a kiss on your forehead and got up to grab the thermometer. He walked back over and handed it to you to use. After a few moments, the thermometer beeped. Alex removed it from your mouth and took a look at it.

“100°F. You have a fever, doll face.” Alex chuckled, pressing his hand on your forehead. You sighed with a frown; you hated not being able to be yourself. While it was true that your body took care of sicknesses a bit faster than others, it would still be a few more days until you were yourself again.

“I’m going to get you a cool washcloth for your forehead, m’kay?” Alex smiled at you. You nodded and laid back down in your bed. Alex left the door to the room slightly ajar as he left.

“Whipped.” He heard Hank cough as he passed by.

“Fuck off, McCoy.” Alex chuckled, grabbing the washcloth from the cabinet.

“She has healing abilities, but you’re treating her like she’s dying, dude.” Hank sighed, standing in the doorway.

“My girlfriend is sick, McCoy. Let me be a softie for a few days.” Alex rolled his eyes as he ran the cloth under the cold water.

“Let me know if you need medicine or whatever.” Hank said, patting Alex on the back as he left. Alex ran down to the kitchen after getting the cloth and grabbed you some water. He then walked back up to your room. You smiled as he entered the room.

“Got you some stuff.” He laughed, placing the water down and putting the cloth on your forehead. You readjusted it as Alex took a seat at the end of your bed.

“Need anything else, doll face?” Alex questioned you. You shook your head and sat up a bit to give the boy a hug.

“Thank you for being such a sweetheart, baby.” You mumbled, giving him a small hug.

“Love you, doll.”

“I love you too.”


Alex is too cute oh my god. I hope y’all enjoyed! Requests are currently closed.

hidden feelings ;; bucky barnes

Originally posted by cehennemelekleri

Originally posted by allthingsmarvell

    Words: 1400+
   Summary: request by @michellexoxouniverse: Happy birthday! I hope you have a great day. I hope you feel appreciated. I hope you feel loved. I hope you ate all the food and cake that you want. I have some request if you want them, Bucky x reader. They like each other but Bucky kept pushing the reader away then a mission goes terribly wrong, resulting the reader almost died. That’s when Bucky can’t hold back and he confess and lots of romantic scenes aka fluff happens  
   Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Reader
   Warnings:   um, injured reader, bucky being a dick and maybe language (i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout german)
    A/N:   thanks for your request darling❤ i rly enjoyed writing this one, although it may be shitty, but i like it. also, thanks for the birthday wishes and i hope you have a great day doll, lov u❤



    “Why is she coming too?”

   ’’Excuse me, I am right here, I can hear you, shithead!“

   ’'That’s quite the point, sweetheart”

   ’'Shut it, you two!“

   Steve looked at his friends with a warning in his eyes. For some reason no one really understood, Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N just couldn’t get along. At first it wasn’t that bad, for two first months they acted like they really like each other. But then, suddenly, out of blue, James started to be mean to her. So she did exactly the same thing.

   Right now, they were all preparing for a mission, that was all about destroying another H.Y.D.R.A. base. And as always Bucky and Y/N needed to argue. You just couldn’t call it a day without at least their one fight, usually over the stupidiest things, like a spilled milk on the kitchen counter.

   ’'Oh no, let them go on. It’s kinda entertaining” Tony laughed, already in his Iron Man uniform, only without the helmet.

   ’'Fuck you, Stark’’ both Y/N and Bucky said in unison.

   ’'Finally they agree in something’’ Natasha smirked, looking at the Y/H/C haired girl, who just rolled her eyes in irritation.

   ’'Enough’’ Steve said, raising his hands, to calm everyone down. ,,Everyone remembers the plan?“ he asked, looking at his team mates.

   ’'I doubt Barnes do” a smirk appeared on Y/N’s face, and everyone besides Bucky and Steve laughed at what she said. Especially Sam.

   ’'Well, it wasn’t me, who ruined our last mission’’ James snapped back at her and the girl stiffened. Nat gave Bucky a dead glare as she rushed over to hug the poor girl, who still didn’t move, overhelmed by memories.

   Their last mission was in her hometown, where her whole family was killed by H.Y.D.R.A. She just couldn’t focus on the mission and that resulted in her and Clint getting injured. No one blamed her for it, it wasn’t her fault that she watched her parents and siblings dead bodys when she was only ten. But she still felt guilty, especially now, when Bucky brought that event up.

    The only one in the team, who could understand her fully, was Wanda. Not only she went through similar things to Y/N, she even had the same powers as her. They soon became friends, found the same language. As Y/N was the youngest member of the Avengers, everyone were really protective over her, but it was Nat, who acted towards her like a mum. Y/N didn’t felt uncomfortable with it, not at all.

    “Nat is with Clint, Sam with Wanda, Bruce and Thor together, I will be with Tony and Y/N with… Bucky” Steve said, looking carefully at his two friends, who just looked away. “Be careful… All of you” Captain America sighed heavily, seeing that Y/N was already gritting her teeth, like she always did, when she was angry.

    Bucky and Y/N looked at each other. They weren’t even a little happy, that Steve paired them together. This was going to be a long, long mission.

    “On your left!”

    Y/N glared deadly at Bucky, as she knocked another soldier down. She hated being paired up with him, he thought he is so much better than her and kept giving her ordfers all the time. She just couldn’t stand being bossed around by him.

    It was harder than they thought it would be. There shouldn’t be so many highly trained soldiers. And even if Avengers were powerful, everyone knew they weren’t going to make it this time. Not today. Y/N tried as hard as she could, but with every minute she grew more tired than before. Now she was at this point her hands and legs were slightly shaking. Bucky noticed that and slowly started worrying about her.

    He didn’t hate her. How could he? She was such a happy, cheerful person, who always had a good word for everyone. He pushed her away only because he fell in love with her. And he didn’t deserve a sweet, kind person, like her.

    “Hey, Barnes, will you stop staring at me and start to fight alrea-” she started with a smirk, but was suddenly cut off by a loud sound of gun and a sharp pain, ripping through her body. She didn’t even have the strength to scream in pain when the bullet got stuck in her stomach.

    Bucky screamed her name, and then ran over to her almost unconsious body, laying on the ground. The wound in her stomach was bleeding so hard, it colored the snow around her from white to red. Her breathing was fast, air hitched in her throat from time to time. The dark haired man called Steve and informed him that Y/N got badly injured.

    “Don’t you even dare to die on me” he told her harshly, taking the small girl in his strong arms, helding her close to his chest. “I’m serious, Y/N. Stay with me, please. I need you. Don’t leave me” he was now begging her, tears forming in his eyes.

    A small smile appeared on her plump lips. She wanted to say something, anything, that she is not going to die, but before she even had a chance, everything went black for her. The only thing she remembered was Bucky’s face, the pain in her stomach and him begging her to stay and don’t leave him.

    “When will she wake up?”

    “In few hours, calm down Elsa”

    “Tony, shut the fuck up! He’s worrying about her, let him live, god dammit.”

    The whole team was now on the medical floor, where they were watching over sleeping Y/N who had surgery about two hours ago. Bruce and some other doctors needed to take the bullet out from her stomach. Now Bucky was sitting the closest to the injured girl, on the chair next to her bed. He held her hand and didn’t care that everyone was watching. He was so scared when they shot her. He was scared he won’t tell her how he feels about her, he was scared he won’t have the chance to apologize to her for being a complete dick towards her for past few months.

    Suddenly, he felt a light squeeze on his left hand. His head shot up and turned to the direction of now awake Y/N. Her lips parted and her eyes slowly opened. She took a deep, sharp breath and everyone looked at her with surprise. They thought she will wake up later.

     ’'Fuck, I feel, like I’ve been hit by a truck’’ she said, her voice still hoarse from long sleep. She looked at Bucky’s hand holding hers. He noticed that and wanted to take his hand away, but she didn’t let him, interwining their fingers. “What happpened?”

     ’'You’ve been shot’’ Nat sniffled. Her eyes were red. Y/N was like a daughter to her, she was so worried about her, she cried for about an hour. Even Clint couldn’t calm her down.

     ’'Oh, don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily’’ Y/N tried to joke and laugh, but she felt a sharp pain appear in her chest. “Oh my God” she groaned.

     Bruce handed her the medicines and she let go of Bucky’s hand to take them. Everyone noticed the small sparkle in Barnes’ eyes, when he saw that she already woke up. Nat smiled softly. She knew from the beginning that he has a thing for her, so after everyone talked with her 'daughter’ for little bit, she pushed the team out of the room, leaving Bucky and Y/N alone.

     ’'You know…“ she started to say, not looking him in the eyes. ’'I thought you hate me. Why did you say that you need me, when I was shot?” she whispered.

     ’'I never hated you, doll’’ he shook his head, feeling the familiar feeling in his chest. “I-I… I think I love you. I just kept pushing you away, because… I don’t deserve you. You’re so sweet, so kind, so loving and… look at me. I killed so many people, I’m a monster” he answered her in a quiet voice.

     ’'You shithead’’ she punched his arm and he looked up at her to see tears falling down her cheeks. “I don’t deserve you. You’re not a monster. I never met so caring man like you. You’ve been through so much, but you’re still here. You’re so strong, James, never doubt yourself.” she blinked and even more tears streamed down her face.

      He brushed the the salty tears off and kissed her forehead softly, as she sniffled, hugging him lightly. She gestured to him to lay next to her and he did that happily, wrapping her up in his arms. She put her head on his chest and listened to his slightly fastened heartbeat.

     ’'Oh, and Bucky?“

      ’'Yeah, doll?”

      “I love you too, shithead”

Request: By your side

Request: Can you do an imagine were Tig’s old lady has crippling depression and he’s there for her when she breaks down.

Hello everyone,

This is short, but I tried my best. It’s always sad for me to write about these themes. I try not to get too deep, I know some of you have anxiety and I don’t wanna trigger it. However, I’m glad you trust me to write about it, you like my write and asked me to write it, so I’m thankful for it. You can always talk to me and this blog is a safe place.

Enjoy! Love you all!

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: can be triggering, mentions of anxiety, depression.

Originally posted by fuckyeahkimcoates-blog

Gemma Teller needed an assistant at the Teller-Morrow Automotive and you needed to work. You were afraid and anxious, but happy you had got the job. That was how you met Tig Trager. He was funny, handsome and used to come to the office just to talk to you.

You started to fall for him, but refused his first invitations to go out. You didn’t have all that confidence that he had and you didn’t want to look weak in from of him. Actually, you thought he would get tired of you pretty quick. You had the tendency to overthink about everything and sometimes the thoughts got too loud on your mind and the feelings were too much. There were days you couldn’t even get out of the bed.

Tig didn’t give up. He was at your door, every day you missed work, with food and candies in his arms. He would talk to you and stay by your side until you feel better and he would tell you how kind and beautiful you were. You decided to try, for him you tried and let Tig stay by your side and teach you how to enjoy life.

However, there were moments that all you wanted was to crawl back in bed and never leave. That was one of those days and Tig got worried when he didn’t see you at the TM. Gemma tried to call you, but got no response, so your old man hopped onto his bike and ran back to your house.

“Baby girl?”, Tig called out, already holding his gun and walking around the house. He walked in the bedroom where the blinds were closed and you were lying down on bed, curled up.,“Jesus…”

He took off his boots and crawled in bed with you. Tig wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled on your hair, “Please my love, talk to me, look at me…”

“What are you doing here?”, you whispered, feeling the unwanted tears in your eyes.

“I’m here for you doll”, he said, “I’m always here for you”

“You should be working”, you turned around to face him. Tig took a deep breath and kissed your forehead.

“You should be there too”, he wrapped his arms tight around you, “TM isn’t the same without you”

“Oh Tiggy”, you whispered, nuzzling on his neck. Tig held you, his hands running up and down your back.

“I love you so much you know”, Tig started to talk to you, “I love your smile and laugh. I love when you cook for me and even when you get mad. You are beautiful and I’m the luckiest guy in world”

“You don’t need to say these things”, you mumbled.

“Oh yeah I do”, he smiled, “I will say this to you every day until the end of our lives”

“How did I get you?”, you smiled, looking up to him, “I’m not as confident as you are. I’m not perfect as the crow eaters…”

“Who said that?”, Tig held your chin, “You are perfect for me and you are strong baby…We are strong together and I need you”

“I need you too”, you whispered and kissed him. Tig put the blankets aside and lifted you in his arms.

“Let’s have a nice, long and warm bath together”, he said, “You will feel better and we can do whatever you want later”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the pressure in your chest ease as Tig held you, safe and loved in his arms.

anonymous asked:

Waverly and Nicole spend the day in bed watching movies and enjoying some non revenant time together.

This is so fluffy even *I’m* ashamed of myself. First line stolen from @haughtbreaker, who’s a big ol’ softie. lol Hope you enjoy it, anon!

Life was made of tiny moments.

And this was by far one of Nicole’s favorites: curled up in bed with Waverly Earp, the rays of the noon sun streaming lazily through an open window. The day beckoned, but Nicole couldn’t be bothered to move. She felt too relaxed, too content underneath her fluffy comforter with Waverly wrapped in her arms, both sinking into the down pillows propping them up so they could watch a movie.

Or rather, so Nicole could watch the movie.

Waverly had dozed off shortly after Nicole had pressed play on the remote, snug in the crook of Nicole’s left arm, head resting on her chest. Waverly’s slow and steady breaths warmed Nicole’s skin through the thinning cotton of her Chicago Bulls t-shirt. Smiling, Nicole kissed the crown of Wavelry’s head, inhaling sweet clover from silky strands of golden brown that tickled her lips.

Waverly shifted, moaning softly as she drifted back to consciousness. She rubbed her cheek against Nicole’s shirt before slowly blinking up at her girlfriend.

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