old military uniforms

Haunting Me (Chap. 6)

A/N: Hey loves, this is it! Chapter 6 is finally here after the long delay and it gets steamy as heck this time! ;) I’m super sorry for the long wait, this writer’s block is killing me haha! I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! -Delilah ❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Swearing. Painful memories. NSFW. 


“How did you…?” 

You took a small step back, placing a hand on your chest.  

Bucky gave you a small, sheepish smile,before looking over at the paintings in your room. There were countless ones, strung up on the little clothes line you put up, on the walls, on numerous easels. And every single one of them was of one person: Bucky.

He walked towards a specific one, which was a painting of him wearing his old military uniform. He was smiling that old, dorky little smile he used to give you. Behind him, was the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island. That was where you had your first date.

“You remember this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile. One that heavily resembled the painting. You nodded, feeling your cheeks heating.

“It was our first date, right?” you asked. He grinned this time, before looking back to the painting on the wall.

“I tried so hard to impress you that night,” he recalled as he ran his fingers over the artwork. “I kept trying to win that little teddy bear for you, but I kept missing every damn time.”

“You ended up stealing it instead.” You smiled as you recalled a very young Bucky as he hopped the counter when the man wasn’t looking and swiped the bear. You both ran so fast before the man could catch the two of you.

Bucky moved towards the next painting, which was one from the day you both made love for the first time. He was lying on his side, propped up onto his elbow as he peered down at you. The silver necklace you had given him was the only thing he was wearing, besides the sheets that were gathered around his waist. He was giving a lazy smile, his hair sticking up in random places.

“This was a really good night,” he chuckled; biting his lip as the memories of you withering beneath him came flooding back to his mind. He remembered exactly how you looked as he hovered over you, your moans filling the room as he pounded you into the mattress. And your breasts, man he loved those. He had seen all shapes and sizes back in his day, but yours were special. To him, they were perfection.

“You accidentally burned me with your cigarette right after that.” You reminded him, your eyebrow slightly rising. You could see the blush on his cheeks as he recalled the memory. Bucky loved to smoke in bed. Right after that picture, he lit a cigarette and forgot it was in his hand when the ash fell onto your shoulder, creating a dark scar.

Bucky slowly moved towards the last painting on the wall, which caught him off guard the most.

It was a recent one. He was sitting at the small table that belonged to the little rundown motel he had taken you to the day you were reunited. But this painting was different. Instead of him smiling, his face was set in a frown; his eyes were cold and lifeless.

“I take it you’re still mad about that night?” he asked as he turned around all the way this time.

“Well,” you began, stepping over some of the paint cans. “You did kidnap me and tie me up.”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he smirked. “You used to love being tied up.”

You blushed, giving his shoulder a playful punch as he laughed. For a split second, it felt like how it used to be: Bucky making you blush, while you both shared a laugh. One that you honestly hadn’t had in years.

The laughter slowly turned into cackles as Bucky jokingly poked your cheek. You giggled, crinkling your nose as you swatted his hand away.

You reached to his side and gently pinched his ribs, causing him to cackle and jerk away from you. Instantly, you let out another giggle.

“The Winter Soldier is ticklish?” You teased, smiling widely as he began backing away. He shook his head, his eyes wide as you began stalking towards him.

You lunged for him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down onto the tarp covered ground. You landed right on top of him with a dull thud.

“Y/N!” He laughed, his eyes crinkling from the giant smile he was currently wearing. “S-Stop!”

You ignored his pleas as you planted your fingertips onto his ribs and wiggled rapidly. He howled with laughter as you tickled him mercilessly. Truth be told, his smile did something to you. It made you want to sing every song in the world at the top of your lungs, or draw every thing that had to do with him. 

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that Bucky had slid away from you, smirking devilishly. You blinked, looking over just in time to see him fly forward. He wrapped his arms around your smaller body and brought you onto the ground with him. 

You gasped as one of the paint cans tumbled over, splashing the both of you with lilac colored paint. 

You peered up at Bucky, who was hovering above you, watching you as if you were some interesting new discovery of some sort. He analyzed every single little feature on your face, along with your mannerisms. 

You smiled up at him, noticing the same one he gave back. 

Slowly, you noticed his paint covered fingertips brushing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh lightly. You felt yourself leaning in, bringing your face near his as he did the same. It took him a second to understand, but when he did, he finally leaned in as well. 

For a split second, your lips touched and you swore you could feel the fireworks. The warmth in your chest. 

But this time, the ache in your skull was back, and from the pained look on Bucky’s face, it was affecting him as well. 


1942

“Bucky,” you breathed.

Bucky hovered over you, his beautiful blue eyes soft with nothing but love. Love he had for one person only: you.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. “I’m a virgin.”

Bucky’s lips slowly curled upwards into a smile as he watched your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. You had never been with anyone before. You had been on a couple dates here and there, but in the end, it never worked out.

But Bucky, he was so different than the rest. He made you feel comfortable even in your time of need. He made you feel safe. Even when you were just holding hands, it felt so intimate not only on a physical level, but spiritually.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, sugar.” Bucky grinned, his voice growing soft. He reached down to you and gently moved a strand of your hair that had fallen upon your face.

“If it’s too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“But Bucky-” you protested.

“Y/N,” he clipped, his smile slowly turning into a frown. “This is supposed to be good for both of us, alright?”

You nodded, feeling your face heat up once more. You were so ready for this. You craved intimacy from Bucky, and now your wish was going to come true.

Bucky placed a small kiss onto your lips, his hand tracing your jawline, before pulling away from you. You watched as he pulled away from you and reaching over to his night stand and grabbing ahold of the condom.

Immediately, your heart began to race. Reality was hitting you like a brick wall now and you were realizing the seriousness of the situation. Bucky was going to make love to you. This was really happening.

He hurriedly slid the condom onto his thick length. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You had never seen that part of the male anatomy before, and you were extremely impressed. Also, you were a bit intimidated as well. Bucky…well, he was big.

Very big.

Noticing your shocked expression, he stopped his actions and peered down at you with a small, loving smile.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You gulped, your gaze flickering from his length to his handsome face. You put on a fake smile.

“Nothing, Bucky…” you replied.

He raised his eyebrows before hovering over you once again. He placed small butterfly kisses onto your cheeks, moving down to your neck.

“Please don’t hide from me.” He begged, peering back up at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that made your heart swell.

“It’s gonna hurt,” you admitted. “You’re bit bigger than expected, Bucky.” He let out a chuckle before kneeling between your legs once more.

“It is gonna hurt, sugar,” he confessed as he gently pumped his cock with his hand. You immediately felt yourself becoming wetter by the second. “But it’s gonna get better, I promise. A couple minutes in and you won’t even feel it.”

You nodded, hypnotized by his movements and the small sighs that escaped his lips as he pleasured himself.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He said. His voice was lower, raspy with want.

You spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening core. You were soaked now and Bucky had to breathe to prevent himself from diving right in.

Once again, he leaned forward and hovered above your smaller body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt his cock rub against your folds, separating them.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers. This was it.

Bucky have you a small peck to your lips before rolling his hips forward, entering your heat.

You gasped, removing your hands from his neck and wrapping them around his biceps as he gave another experimental thrust. It hurt, you’d admit. But at the same time, it was somewhat pleasurable.

Bucky let out a groan, his heart thumping against yours wildly. His eyes were fixed on yours, burning into yours with intensity.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked as he thrusted into you once again. Your breath hitched as you felt a wave of pleasure course through your body.

“Bucky…” you whimpered, your eyes staring into his. “Do that again. Please!”

You let out a little “ah!” when he began a steady pace, his hips rolling into yours expertly, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.

Bucky looked so fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him no matter how hand you had tried. It’s as if his moans and gasps were enough to make you orgasm.

His lips were red and swollen from the kisses you had given him, but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than to make them even more swollen. His hair -jesus, it was wild just like you liked it.

His shoulders flexed each time he fucked you, giving you a show of his muscular body. One of your hands trailed down his back, resting onto his perfect little ass and gave it a small pinch.

He gasped, his eyes flying open and peering down at you with a grin. “You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N.” he spoke, sending your heart soaring through the sky.

You curiously looked down between your bodies. You let out a moan as you watched his cock entering your core, glistening with your juices. His skin hitting against yours only made it even more dirty and you yearned to hear it as much as you could.

You spread your legs wider, gently pulling Bucky into you with your hands on his lower back. You were in pure euphoria, and you wanted this every single day. Even if you had to quit your job, you’d gladly do it for a session with Bucky. It was so addicting.

“Oh my god!” you gasped, feeling your thighs trembling uncontrollably. You felt the strangest sensation between your legs, building deep within your body and spreading like wildfire. Your breaths became shaky little huffs as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Bucky was lost in you.

He was staring down at you, his lips curled into that loving smile he wore as he rolled his hips into you forcefully. The headboard of his bed slammed against his wall, creating small dents in it, but you both didn’t give a single care.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he moaned, his lips parting as he fucked you harder. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

You dug your nails into his back, resting your head onto his shoulder as his hips began to stutter. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he picked up his pace. A thin layer of sweat began to form on the two of you, but neither of you cared.

“Fuck, I-I think I’m….” You whimpered, feeling your body tense as the euphoric feeling began releasing throughout your body, shaking you to your core. You through your head back onto the pillows, letting out a blood curdling scream as Bucky fucked your first orgasm into you. Your mouth was open, forming a perfect little ‘O’.

Bucky’s hand went to your breast, kneading the soft flesh softly as he watched you release. He was so close behind you, he could feel himself growing closer and closer within each second. With a shout of your name, Bucky rested his head against yours and released himself into the condom, his body collapsing on top of yours.

You peered up at him with a smile, analyzing his blissed out face. He looked so beautiful like this, his hair messy and his eyes screwed shut from the immense pleasure you were giving him. You raised your hand and cupped his cheek.

“How was that, doll?” he huffed, his eyes half lidded as he gave you that dorky smile. You giggled, feeling nothing but pure love for him.

“That was…amazing, Bucky.” You replied. “I want this every day. I don’t care how tired I am.”

He let out a laugh, planting a kiss onto your cheek before rolling onto his back. He turned his back to you, reaching over for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and plucking one from the packet. He placed it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter he always carried around with him.

With a sigh, he rolled over until he was facing you. He propped himself up onto his elbow, giving you a boyish grin.

“So,” he began, taking a drag of the cigarette. You giggled and peered up at him, still lying on your back.

“So,” you repeated with a grin.

Before he could speak, a small piece of the ash from his cigarette, landing right onto your bare shoulder.

“Shit!” He spat, before reaching behind himself and putting the cigarette out in the ash tray.

You yelped before brushing the ash from your skin. It burned like hell.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes filled with worry. You nodded, sinking into the bed with a contempt sigh. , but you wouldn’t let that ruin your mood. You were still buzzing from the most intense orgasm he had given you.

You peered up at him, giving him a million dollar smile.

“i’m just peachy, baby.” 


-Fin!


*squeals* now we know how that whole thing went down ;)

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THE COUNCIL MEMBER PROFILE - TAEHYUNG

NAME:Kim Taehyung

NICKNAME(S): V, TaeTae, Lure

DOB: December 30th 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH: Daegu, South Korea

ROLE:Assassin, interrogation (sometimes)

Kim Taehyung grew up in a happy family; he, his parents and his younger sister and brother were all close and generally jovial - anyone would think they were a normal family. But after his mother got involved in some shady business at work one day the whole family was assassinated - apart from 7 year old Tae who’d been staying over at a friend’s house at the time. Traumatised and developing terrible psychosis, Taehyung had no choice but to go live with his grandmother who was verbally degrading but cared for him a lot. Often she’d tell him stories about his grandfather and the war in which he died, which inspired him yet further fueled the revenge-seeking flame that burned strongly within him since his family’s murder. One day whilst cleaning the attic he found photos and medals and everything his grandmother had told him about - and his grandfather’s old military uniform complete with two guns; an old, pretty dusty handgun and a rifle. One had half a magazine still in and one contained three bullets, and he found even more in a small box nearby. Taehyung quickly hid all of it in his room and waited for the moment that afternoon when his grandmother was taking a nap before taking the bullets, guns and the matching silencers he’d also discovered as well as 2 empty tin cans from the trash. He headed for a secluded glade near the house and set the tin on a log before practising some shots from different angles and distances, getting used to the feel of the guns; though through doing this he realised he was a pretty good shot with good aim. He continued practicing, his sole goal being to avenge his parents. His grandmother was none the wiser, nor was anybody else, and at Namjoon’s school he was a popular football player scoring high grades in all his classes and donning good looks and a humorous personality to boot. One day whilst taking files from his teacher to Namjoon he overheard the leader and Yoongi talking, hearing details of the organisation he probably shouldn’t have. When left alone with Namjoon he mentioned it and displayed an interest, offering to take him to the glade as to showcase his talent with a gun. Instead Namjoon took him to his training facility, making sure the doors were barricaded so he could shoot Taehyung if he needed to, but even he couldn’t deny the kid had an amazing ability. After being initiated he also found he had another talent besides assassination - with his innocent countenance and boyish charm he could lure any target he needed to an appropriate spot to be killed. This also proved useful in interrogation; people of all genders had trouble keeping quiet with Taehyung around.

Despite having psychosis and bipolar type II disorder he’s a good fighter, known to carry a baseball bat marked with his name, a blade that doubles as a brass knuckle given to him by Yoongi for his first birthday with the gang and the rifle he found at his grandmother’s. He’s also a good friend to the others, often mediating when any of them fight and listening to their problems. He’s closest to Hoseok and they often play cards or rather dangerous shooting games together - you wouldn’t look at them together and think they’re partners in a gang. He has a slight obsession with yellow fruits, sometimes hears voices that generally tell him to kill certain people and spends a lot of time in a hypomania state. The others have noticed that when he’s in such a state of mind he’s more ruthless, and he’s known to don a very blank expression as he eliminates his target. Getting his jobs done efficiently and trying to hide his mental troubles from his grandmother Kim Taehyung is a real wildcard, but he’s loyal and loves the gang like a family.


Hope you all like this one I don’t think I worded it as well as I could lol ^^;;

-Admin Belle

A British soldier takes advantage of the opportunity to have a bath in Tobruk, Libya, 1942.

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looking thru my old files and i had remembered there was actually a beta?? a first attempt to make a stuco/delinquent au haha,, originally they had their canon uniforms on.

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Alright I've been think about this one since I saw the long list of tumblr prompts being re-blogged forever: 'I am pretending to be your boyfriend, because you looked really uncomfortable with that dude hitting on you' Winteriron style. I could see Bucky being that old fashioned gentleman type. Also, Happy New Year Akira!

Happy New Year, and enjoy!


Bucky startled as his friends clinked bottles and glasses over his head to celebrate the end of mid terms. Bucky halfheartedly raised his glass in cheers; his mind was other places. While Sam, Clint, Steve, and Natasha had been enjoying themselves, Bucky’s eyes had slid across the room to find a pretty brunet seated on one of the bar stools, nursing a coke and a bowl of peanuts. The brunet’s nose was lodged in a large computer science textbook. He looked too young to be at a bar, but the bar tender hadn’t shooed the guy away yet.

At first Bucky had just been casually glancing at the guy, enjoying a bit of the eye candy, but in the last five minutes some tall blond man had come up to the brunet and was getting in the young man’s space. The young guy tried smiling and shaking off the blond, but it the blond was insistent and the brunet appeared to be flat out telling the guy no.

Bucky chugged down the last of his beer and slammed the bottle on the table. “Back in a minute.”

“Pick up some more beer while your up!” Clint hollered after him while the rest of his friends just laughed and bitched about their midterms.

“Come on, a pretty little thing like you can’t possibly want to spend the whole night reading,” Blond Guy said.

“This guy bothering you, baby?” Bucky slipped in beside the brunet, sliding his arm possessively behind the young guy without touching him. “I told you, I can tell my friends to quiet down if need to study some more. You don’t need to hide out over here.”

The brunet tensed up for a moment, startled by Bucky, but his eyes lit up with calculation. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around Bucky’s waist and pulled Bucky in close. “I know, but this test is half my grade, babe. I can’t risk it.”

“Whoa!” The blond guy held up his hands like he was being held at gunpoint. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”

The brunet scowled. “Because I already told you ‘no.’ It shouldn’t take me having a boyfriend to get you to leave me alone, jackass.”

“Why you little piece of—”

Bucky stepped forward. “You want to start something?” Even without his old military uniform on, Bucky knew he looked intimidating. He’d never stopped his early morning military regime, and so his body was still hard-packed with muscles.

Blondie took one look at Bucky and backed off, but not before cursing him out.

“You realize the second you go back to your friends that asshole is going to come up to me again?” the brunet said.

Bucky scowled at the man’s retreating back. “Then I’ll come over here and scare him off again.”

The brunet chuckled and dropped his arm from Bucky’s waist. “I’m Tony, by the way.”

“Bucky.”

Tony toyed with his glass of coke. “Cute name. Almost as cute as you.” He winked at Bucky.

Bucky snorted in amusement. “Cute pick up line.”

“Still not as cute as you.”

“You’re really trying to sell that line, aren’t you?”

“I’ve always been one for the hard sell, and you look like a man who recognizes quality when he sees it. Sit down, and I’ll by you a coke. I’d buy you alcohol, but this bartender seems to think that one month makes a difference.”

“It does when my bartending license is on the line,” the bartender hollered from the other end of the bar.

Tony rolled his eyes then batted them at Bucky. “So care to join me?”

Bucky eyed Tony’s textbook. “You sure I’m not interrupting anything?”

Tony held up his book. “This? Pfft. Light reading. I’m a genius, you know.”

Bucky smirked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, eidetic memory.” Tony smirked too. “Makes me really great in bed.”

“And how do I know you’re not just full of hot air?” Bucky teased.

Tony grinned wickedly. “Guess you’re just going to have to date me and find out.”

we’ve had these black and white anthropomorphic fox pictures on the wall at work since we refurbished and my initial reaction was just ‘lol deviantart’ and then i got over it bc they just look like a cheap photoshop job without much thought behind them but now we have more and these ones are.. too much… they’re full colour illustrations drawn face on and i keep making eye contact with them and thinking about the artist jacking it to fuckin. foxes in old military uniforms. one of them is nigh pelvic thrusting toward the viewer wearing old timey crotch bulge trousers ala david bowie in labyrinth. ive named it lieutenant yiff hips and i hate it with all my soul

A thief in the night, part 2

(I am going to do a part 3 to this that I think you all will enjoy, a lot. So that is why I ended it this way.)

The museum was as busy tonight as it was the other night, four days ago. You waited a few hours after closing before entering the same way as before. Through the loading dock with the stolen keys. You walked through the storage area, mulling over what to do next. Everyone must know what you did by now. Gossip travels fast, especially in the workplace. You decided to just get it over with so you headed straight for the lobby. 

 

You tried to stifle your laughter as you walked in. Again, everyone was still in their costumes way after the museum had closed for the evening. Running around, laughing, talking and even playing soccer.

 

Those costumes must be incredibly comfortable. You thought to yourself.

 

Most ignored you as you walked by, but there were a few that watched your every move. There was a small group of men staring at you. They looked particularly menacing with their long dark hair, bushy fur-trimmed hats, plated armor and massive weapons. The one out in front seemed like their ‘leader’. He stood with his arms crossed and a slight smirk on his face. A small monkey was perched on his shoulder, cocking its head from side to side. You couldn’t decide if it was cute or slightly creepy. The three ‘cavemen’ stared at you, almost sneering. They conversed between themselves as they watched you move about. Well, some kind of conversation went on between them but you could not understand a word or grunt of it.

 

“Ooookay.”  You mumbled.

 

A slender woman with long dark braids glared at you. She, out of everyone in the museum, was utterly and completely intimidating. Her eyes bore straight into your soul with such a burning intensity that would make the sun jealous. The burly man in the century old military uniform standing next to her was smiling at you. You returned the smile with a salute. He roared with laughter as he saluted back. The woman next to him was not amused. You scurried as far away from her as possible, looking for the pharaoh. As you turned toward the lobby desk, that same security guard from the other night came bounding up to you. He also did not look happy to see you.

 

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” He sassed.

 

You shrugged as you looked at his name tag. “Larry, huh? Yeah well, ya know.”

 

Larry held out his hand in front of you. “Yeah, well. The jewel please.”

 

You pulled the jewel out of the front pocket of your jeans and placed it in Larry’s outstretched palm. He placed the jewel in his shirt pocket then held out his hand again.

 

“Keys now, thank you very much.” He turned to walk away but stopped abruptly. After a few awkwardly silent moments he looked back at you. “Can I ask you something?”

 

You nodded your head. “Alright.”

 

“Why come back?” He asked. “I mean you could have made some decent money off just that one jewel, so why come back?”

 

You stared at the floor for a moment or two, chewing your bottom lip, contemplating the answer. “I, I really don’t know. I just wanted to, sell it. Well, part of me did but. Something in my gut kept nagging me about this place, about him. In my line of work you don’t ignore those feelings. But really, I don’t know. I don’t have a good answer for you, honestly.”

 

He looked at you intently. Trying to decipher if you were telling the truth or not. He finally shrugged and mumbled a ‘hrmph’ and began walking away again. As you watched him leave the lobby, an arm gently touched your shoulder. You turned around and there was the pharaoh. He was smiling at you. Not the same smug smile as before, but he still looked extremely pleased to see you.  

 

“You know, you never did tell me your name.” He said, letting his hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment.

 

“It’s Y/N.”

 

“Y/N.”  He smiled. “I am Ahkmenrah.”

 

“Yes, the great pharaoh Ahkmenrah. Pleased to meet you, officially.” You laughed as you bowed low in front of him.

 

He chuckled as well. “Come Y/N. There is much I wish to explain.”

 

You walked with him through the museum for a while before curiosity got the best of you.

 

“So what’s up? What is it you want to tell me?” You blurted out. “Also, what is up with this place? I mean why does everyone still wear the costumes and hang out way later? It’s kind of weird. I mean is it like a ‘thing’ you all do here or what?”

 

He looked amused by your questions. “These people are not actors. They are figures, people of history. You see, my tablet lets everything in this museum come to life at night.”

 

You stared at him. Waiting for him to start laughing, saying it was all a joke. When he didn’t, you narrowed your eyes at him.

 

“I really am a pharaoh and I once ruled over the lands of my father’s 4,000 years ago.” He confided. “The tablet is magical. Without it none of us would be able to move about each and every night.”

 

You glared at him for a while, trying to decide if you wanted to walk away or punch him in the face. ‘Uh-huh’ was all that came out of your mouth.

 

“You will see for yourself.” He explained. “That is, if you decide to stay until dawn. You will understand. Please.”

 

He motioned for you to continue walking with him. You exhaled loudly, conveying your annoyance audibly. But, you did continued on with him.

 

Why not? I mean what harm could it do? Other than him and all his weirdo friends locking me up somewhere in this museum. With no one knowing because I didn’t tell anyone about this. Ah, crap.

 

He led you on further through the museum, back into an unoccupied hallway. He turned and looked at you. There was a hint of melancholy in his voice that he tried to hide.

 

“Just in case you decide not to come back, I wanted a few moments alone with you.”

 

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Giving you the opportunity to pull away. When you did not, he kissed you deeply. He placed a hand behind your ear. His thumb caressed your jaw line, making your cheeks flush at the contact. Your lips parted slightly allowing a low moan to escape and his tongue to slide in. He moaned against your mouth, low and carnal, before pulling his face away from yours. His eyes were still closed when he licked his lips and smiled.

 

“How did I guess you would taste so, bittersweet.” He whispered opening his eyes and looking into yours.

 

You smirked at him. He continued to caress your face with his thumb. His other hand was on your hip now. His fingers on the hem of your shirt, barely touching your skin. His hand ghosted down your neck to your collarbone. You shivered at his touch.   

 

“I do hope I will see you again.” He said softly. “The hour is late, let me walk you out.”

 

Ahkmenrah took you by the hand and led you back out towards the balconies overlooking the lobby. The area was empty except for Larry, the giant dinosaur and the president with his horse. Ahkmenrah touched your cheek one last time and brought your hand up to his lips, tenderly kissing it.

 

“Farewell Y/N.” Then he left, leaving you to walk down the stairs by yourself.  

 

Larry nodded to the president as he climbed on top of his horse. After the two exchanged a few more words Larry made his way over to you.

 

“So, you have fun tonight criminal?” He inquired rather smugly.

 

“Oh yeah. I love hanging around people who think this museum comes to life at night. Super fun. The hot ones are either taken or, in this case, incredibly delusional.”

 

Larry just laughed then looked at his watch. “Well you won’t think that for long.”  

 

You narrowed your eyes at him as he held his fingers in the air. He began counting down from five. As he got to zero he glanced back over at the president on the horse and motioned for you to go over there. You rolled your eyes at him.

 

“Come on, trust me.” He pleaded. 

 

You walked over and glanced back at Larry. He crossed his arms across his chest and was grinning ear to ear. You turned back to the man on the horse, that’s when you noticed the man was no longer a living, breathing man. As you approached you reached out to touch the horse. It was, stuffed. And the man was, wax. Less than thirty seconds ago he was smiling and talking to Larry. Now he was, nothing. You spun around to look at Larry wide-eyed and mouth agape. He was standing there with a sly smile on his face.

 

“Told you so.”

Ophelia

Sputnik – Part Three

So this is the third part of my Bucky x reader fanfic! This one is based on the song Ophelia by the Lumineers. Enjoy!

P.S. i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive lately (cause it’s the first week of coming back to school again) so I’ll try to complete most of the requests over the weekend :)

(Let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts) (( @hymnofthevalkyries @potterhead7656 @starstar1012 @redstarstan ))

Part One – Hysteria
Part Two – I’ll fight

X X X


Ah, ah, when I was younger


Bucky, who had been asleep in his seat, had woken up groggily. The ride had been quiet since their little argument, and it was a good thing, since (Y/n) needed peace to navigate. When she first got her hands on this copter, she had nowhere in mind where she could go, she just wanted to go away from Wakanda. Then she had a destination in mind, and headed there.

The stealth helicopter was amazingly fast, faster than S.H.I.E.L.D’s quinjet. And the stealth mode was off the hook. Even though she had no permission to enter the United States, nobody confronted them, and thankfully, nobody blew them up with a missile.

That made her wonder how many times unauthorized Wakanda vehicles had entered a country without permission.


I, I should’ve known better


Bucky blinked awake and looked sideways at (Y/n). Though she seemed to have taken no notice, she knew he was awake, stealing glances from the corner of her eye. Bucky sighed and looked out the window. He could see the soft green grass underneath the air vehicle. They were landing.

Where were the landing?

Bucky, who was still slumping in his seat, slightly jumped up, looking alert. “Where are we?” He asked. “Some place safe,” She answered blankly and landed the stealth helicopter. Bucky could see that she was trained with air vehicles. The landing was very smooth; Bucky hadn’t even realized they landed until she turned the engines off.

She slid the door open and jumped on the grass, and Bucky followed her example.

Bucky thought the grass would be soft. He was wrong.

It was sharp, and they felt like soft needles prickling his skin. If he was in his full suit, he wouldn’t have felt it. But he was still dressed in the white attire he used in the cyrofreezer, the white pants dangling loose off his legs that ran just above his ankles.


And I can’t feel no remorse


“Come on,” urged (Y/n), who had the bag that contained his metal arm over her shoulder turning him the other way around.

There was a small house.

It seemed serene. Nothing he ever had in his life was serene. The war, Hydra, the life he had now? That was anything but serene. It was chaotic, living in constant fear.  

The walk to the house was not long. It took them at least five minutes to get there.

When they reached the doorstep, Bucky saw that the house was painted pearl white, though he could sense the house was old by the creaking noise of the wood he stepped on, age did not change the color. She fiddled with something under her black shirt; it was a necklace, with a key as a pendant. (Y/n) yanked the key off and inserted it in the keyhole.

“Do you always wear that key?” asked Bucky. He said it casually, like he never called her weak.

“For emergencies only,” She muttered coldly under her breath. Bucky felt like she was quoting someone, although he didn’t know who.


And you don’t feel nothing back


She pushed the door open, and it was dark, except for the sunlight streaming from the windows. It was four in the afternoon, and both were still jet-lagged.

(Y/n) was shaking. She was holding back the tears pressuring her eyes, threatening to stream out.

She turned on the lights and Bucky realized it was he childhood home. He could see the pictures lined on the drawers, gathering with thin dust, which gave him the sense that she hadn’t been here in a while, but she frequently visited to check on the house.


I, I got a new girlfriend


Bucky set himself down on a couch just next to the fireplace, finally relieving his back from the hard seat of the helicopter. The couch was white, like most of the things in the house, giving it an odd look of purity.

“Are you going to fix my arm?” asked Bucky. (Y/n) gulped of the two glasses of water she was holding and sat across from him, taking in the heat. She gave Bucky the other glass, and he gladly accepted it. “No,” she answered softly, “I don’t have the technology to do that. That’s why we’re going to see Hank Pym tomorrow.”

“Hank Pym?” Bucky repeated his name inquisitively.

“Scott’s mentor,” (Y/n) explained, “The original ant-man.”


Feels like he’s on top


“We’re taking a car there,” continued (Y/n), “It should just take an hour or two.” Bucky nodded reluctantly before raising his eyebrows. “Where does he live?” he asked.

“San Francisco.”

Bucky nearly choked on his drink, making his shirt wet. “Where are we?” (Y/n) could sense the confusion in his voice. She would’ve been, too, if she was asleep the whole ride.

“Ross, California,” said (Y/n), shrugging. She grinned, unable to hide the fact that she was amused that Bucky was startled. It’s not every day she gets to see the winter soldier panicking, and she had to cherish these rare moments.

Bucky’s eyes widened, but he relaxed into the soft cushions of the couch, too tired to react.


And I don’t feel no remorse


There was a long silence.

(Y/n) was looking down to her glass, and Bucky did not realize he was studying the scar of the cut on her chest, just under her neck. The scar was thin on the ends, thick in the middle. Only vibranium can cut through her skin, thought Bucky, recalling her files that he read, she must’ve cut herself with her chakram, because it was made of the strongest metal in the world.

But she said it was to save him. Why did she hurt herself to save him?

Bucky wanted to ask, but he restrained himself, keeping his thought down. If (Y/n) was not enhanced, the cut would’ve made her bleed to death. But because she had a powerful healing factor, the scar healed, even with no special treatment. But her healing factor was nothing compared to Alex Hayden’s.


And you can’t see past my blindness


“Would you do it again?” asked (Y/n), suddenly. She swallowed as Bucky gave her a slight tilt in the head.

“Do what?”

“The war,” she croaked. Bucky followed her eyes, and it landed not on him, but on the cupboard of picture frames beside him. He did not know which photo she was looking at.

“Why would you ask that?” said Bucky, not wanting to answer her question. It brought back too many memories, good ones that he’ll always remember, bad ones he wishes he could forget.

“Because,” said (Y/n), sighing heavily, “My grandfather was a war veteran. I asked him the same question, and he said, ‘Yes, for you.’”


Oh, Ophelia,
you’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood


I would, if it was for you, too, Bucky wanted to say, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. “Oh,” he said, looking sideways. He could see photos of a young (Y/n) next to an old man with a military uniform, similar to the one Bucky had owned back in the 40s.

“Where is he now?” asked Bucky, and once he did, he regretted it. Her grandfather would probably be dead by now.

“In a nice senior home,” she smiled, and Bucky was relieved, like a ton of weight was lifted off from his shoulders. He had done nothing to offend her.

“Where are your parents?” Bucky asked.


Oh, Ophelia,
heaven help the fool who falls in love


Surely, if her grandfather is still alive, then her parents must’ve been, too.

He was wrong.

“They died,” said (Y/n) calmly, but he could see glimpses of pain under her eyelids, and Bucky felt like the weight was put back on his shoulders, this time twice as much. “Nobody ever knew why. They found their bodies next to Vermillion cliffs when they went to a S.H.I.E.L.D. base somewhere in Arizona. Some people say they jumped off, committed suicide, but I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry,” said Bucky, feeling guilty that he even ever brought the subject up.

“I was just seven,” she looked down, as if she was trying to hide her face, “They were S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best nuclear scientists, and they were the reason I first got my powers.”

Radiation, Bucky realized, because she was not the first enhanced human he met who got her powers from nuclear radiation.


I, I got a little paycheck


“When they died, I had nobody,” she said. There was a slight strain in her voice, indicating that she was emotional, “none of my uncles or aunts wanted me, because I was not like them.”

Not like them.

What she really believed was that she wasn’t human anymore, isn’t someone who could be normal. She believed that she was someone set apart from society.

“Fury took me in, and trained me,” she explained. Bucky felt a wave of guilt. He remembered the day he attempted to kill Fury. He failed, but that was only because Fury faked his own death. He wondered how much rage she felt when Fury ‘died’.


You got big plans, and you gotta move


She looked at him with teary eyes and said, “I- I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” His expression softened. He wanted to wrap an arm around her and comfort her, he wanted to hold on to her until he knew she was strong enough for him to let go, but instead he said, “You don’t have to.”

Another silence filled the room, and this time it was frustrating.

“Let’s talk about Hayden,” said (Y/n) urgently, like she needed a distraction from their previous topic, “What you knew about him, why he might want my blood,” she offered.

“Hydra hired him,” said Bucky, “To kill somebody on a mission. With me.” Bucky hated talking about his past. The only reason he did was because (Y/n) needed him to, and he did it.


And I don’t feel nothing at all


“We were assigned to kill two scientists. I don’t remember their names,” said Bucky frustratingly as he tried to snatch the names from his mind, but failed. “The point is, he’s dangerous, but I don’t know why he might ever want your blood.”

(Y/n) nodded. She seemed like she had slightly recovered from her grief.

“What were your parents’ name?” asked Bucky suddenly. The words have come out from his mouth without filter. He hadn’t meant to say that, but when he saw the photos beside him, the faces of the two adults besides a young (Y/n) were much too familiar.

“(F/n) and (M/n) (L/n),” she said, quietly.

Bucky’s heart dropped. No wonder, when he first met (Y/n), her last name had been so familiar.

Because Agent X and The Winter Soldier had murdered her parents.  


And you don’t feel nothing small


Bucky lowered his face to shield himself from her gaze.

“The fire,” he started, “In your room. What was in there that was so important?” asked Bucky. He was finally relieved he could talk about anything else but his Hydra days.

For the first time that day, (Y/n) blushed. “Research,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. Though that was all she said Bucky could see something more to it.

“It’s not just research,” he urged her. He didn’t know if he had the right to, but he did it anyway. “Letters,” she admitted, “For you.”

Had she really cared this much?

Bucky felt his own cheeks redden. “What did you write in them?”


Honey, I love you,
That’s all she wrote


(Y/n) remembered pouring out her feelings into every letter. But now, with him across from her she could only say, “Nothing much, just your progress.”

“Oh,” said Bucky, looking down. Judging from (Y/n)’s expression, he knew that was the truth, just not the complete truth. He decided not to push her.

“You should get some rest,” (Y/n) suggested. She got on her feet and gently pulled Bucky up, guiding him to the stairs. Bucky followed obediently, too tired to ask where they were going.


Oh, Ophelia
You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug


“Take my parent’s room,” said (Y/n), opening the door to a room colored in white, like the rest of the house, except for the navy blue curtains covering the windows. Bucky gulped and stepped in the room that used to belong to her parents before they died.

Before he killed them.

“If you need anything, my room is just down the hall,” she pointed.

Bucky nodded gravely before stepping in the room. He heard (Y/n) close the door. He threw himself on the bed, trying to sleep.

It wasn’t long before he found out that he couldn’t.


Oh, Ophelia
Heaven help the fool who falls in love


Bucky twisted and turned, but he can’t sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees a familiar face:

(Y/n)’s.

He would never want to tell her what he’s done, but (Y/n) deserved to know.

But he was not going to tell her any time soon. He wasn’t ready to face (Y/n) that way, to see her face written with anger and rage, to see Tony Stark’s reaction in her. He didn’t know when he was ever going to be ready.

Her voice rang in his head, if you need anything, my room is just right down the hall.


Oh, Ophelia
You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug


She looked around her room, lying half-awake in her bed. She was facing sideways, her eyes wandering all over the place.

This room was a memory of her childhood, the only memory in her childhood she ever wanted to remember. She wanted to forget her parents were dead, she wanted to forget she was enhanced.

She can’t.

Because it was already part of her, something she had to live with for the rest of her lives. She was happy she had a new family, The Avengers. When the accords happened and she decided to take a side, Steve’s side, that was when her family was broken for the second time in her life.

She heard the door squeak open, but she didn’t make an effort to move. A single arm closed around her waist as the figure pulled her against him. (Y/n) could feel herself relaxing to his touch, and finally shutting her eyes.

“Goodnight, James,” she mumbled under her breath.


Oh, Ophelia
Heaven help the fool who falls in love

The Date

Oliver smiled and giggled a bit before shaking his head. “You were the one that said you looked dashing~ I’d love for you to model it for me.” He hummed teasingly before leaning against an arm. “Oh, no not really…all I really have are a few old military uniforms but I never thought I looked good in them..” He took his glass of vodka and just held it, not really wanting to drink it but not wanting to be rude either. He’ll drink it eventually.

{ @ask-aphsiberia }

So, a guy went on a shooting spree and injured nine people today. He was in a “an old military uniform” that had Nazi symbols on it. Meanwhile, the local headlines…

…are you fucking kidding me?

eggsyhqrt  asked:

But consider Harry being a decorated war hero before he was recruited into Kingsman. And Eggsy finding his old military uniform. AND IF THEY GOT MARRIED HARRY WOULD BE IN FULL UNIFORM AND EGGSY WOULD TRY TO HIDE HIS HARD ON AT THE ALTAR

Oh my god! Can you imagine that, can you imagine Eggsy finding pictures ???? of harry !!! in his army days !!!!! ramc t-shirt !!!!! DOG TAGS

And as for their wedding, Harry would want to wear a suit bc well, he hasn’t worn the uniform in so long but Eggsy would insist on seeing him in the uniform at least, and when Harry saw the look in Eggsy’s eyes, at seeing him in uniform, well, he could never really say no to Eggsy.

3

“I’m Lieutenant Commander Minkowski, badass space pilot. I jump out of space stations into solar storms just to save my idiot communication officer’s life, and I don’t even mess up my hair while I’m at it!”

What does one do when they discover they have three leather-like jackets, a pair of cargo pants, and a Military Airlift Command patch?
Cosplay Commander Minkowski, of course! This is still a wip, but I actually kinda like it so far! Not featuring: the old military uniform I had from another cosplay or two of the leather jackets. You can’t like ‘em all.