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caitlin: “for a hero you sure let a lot of people die”

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caitlin: *calls barry out for fucking up all the time*

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caitlin: *kisses barry in order to freeze him*

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Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Part Six- End.

You told Nat and Wanda everything that had happened that evening, hating the exchange of knowing looks between the pair that only deepened your sense of confusion.

“What are those faces for?!” You screeched, pulling at your hair. “What is going on here?!”

Nat shook her head and Wanda laughed into her hand. “It’s nothing, Y/N. Let’s just focus a minute here.” Wanda nodded and agreed. “Yes, you clearly don’t have the feelings that you thought you had for Steve, so the first thing you have to do is talk it out with him.” You looked at the pair of them, unable to hide the look of dread that ensconced your features. “It’s for the best, Y/N. It’ll get rid of any awkwardness between the two of you, and you know give you a clear head to think about any other feelings you might have for some people.. maybe-”

“Speak to Steve.” Nat cut off, shooting a warning glance at Wanda. You frowned at them, “What are you talking about Wanda? Any feelings I might have? I don’t like Steve, we just established that.”

Wanda smiled a small smile but spoke carefully under Nat’s watchful gaze. “It’s not Steve I’m talking about.” She giggled, watching your face transform into a picture of shock.

“Well I don’t like you either!” You spluttered, causing the pair of girls to explode into laughter. You groaned and let your face fall into your hands, having had no success in shedding a bit of light on the situation. “I’ll go speak to Steve.” You mumbled, hefting yourself up and traipsing away from the intrusive sounds of laughter.

You texted him to meet you in your bedroom in ten minutes and he responded with a quick ‘Ok’, so you busied yourself with tidying your room and making yourself look presentable. You forced down the rising feeling of nervousness that threatened to consume you by playing a bit of music in the background, and before too long there was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.” You called, fiddling with the stereo and not paying Steve much attention as he awkwardly stepped, concealing something behind his back. You turned to face him with an uneasy smile, only to have it be replaced with a look of shock. As it wasn’t Steve at all- but Bucky.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper. Bucky cleared his throat and presented the bowl of freshly cut mangoes he’d been concealing behind his back. “I think we need to talk.” Your eyes flitted from the fruits to the tentative looking Winter Soldier as your mind whirred, thinking back on the conversation you’d had with Nat and everything that had transpired in the past few days. “This isn’t a good time actually I just asked Steve to-”

“Steve’s the one that told me to come.” Bucky said, interrupting you with a smile that wavered as he spoke. “And- and Nat.” He laughed, placing the mangos down on your lap. “Can I sit?” You nodded and watched, utterly transfixed as he sat down next to you on the bed. What the hell had been going on? Why did Steve tell him to come down? Why had Bucky been speaking to Nat about you? Why was the man you despised most in the world sat on your bed with you, smiling? And why were you letting him?

“I’m sorry-” you stuttered, “But what are you doing in my room?”

Bucky huffed and shoved a piece of mango into his mouth. “Shouldn’t tal wih mouf full.” He slurred, acting apologetic. You narrowed your eyes at his awful stall tactic but chewed on a mango slice as you waited anyway. The few seconds it took for Bucky to swallow the fruit seemed to be enough for him to collect his thoughts as he turned to you abruptly.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

You choked a little on the mango, taken aback by his question.


“I want to know- why did you take such a disliking towards me in the first few seconds you met me.” Bucky asked again, his eyes staring into yours which grew cold as you thought back.

“I really needed to pee.” You said, earning a confused look but not bothering to communicate your meaning. “But the ladies room was full so I hid in the guy’s bathroom and went about my business. But as I was about to head out-” Bucky groaned as you spoke, apparently recalling the events and conversation that occurred during that first day you’d met. “Being hidden in the cubicle, I was able to overhear every little thing you had to say about me.”

“Y/N, I-”

“Not that hot, nothing special- "bet 2 bucks I can get her to go home with me tonight.”“ You recited, holding Bucky in your steely gaze. "That was actually the first encounter we had. And I learnt a lot about you in those first few minutes that helped me decide how to treat you- how you deserved to be treated in those next few moments we’d meet face to face.” You finished, licking the sweet juices left on your fingers by the mango you’d just consumed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, looking ashamed, which you found strange. “For what? It’s hardly like we’re best friends, you don’t need to apologise now. There’s no need.” Bucky winced at your words, grasping your hand in his- much to your horror- as you snatched it back. “What are you doing?” You hissed, standing up, ready to send him out your room.

“Y/N I like you.” Bucky breathed out, staring at you with such an intensity that the thought he was joking didn’t even cross your mind.

“What?” You repeated, for what felt like the thousandths time. “That makes no sense- whatsoever!”

Bucky groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck, matching your tone of disbelief. “I know! I know it doesn’t- but I do! I really fucking like you and it’s so goddamn confusing because I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you too.”

“Ditto.” You interrupted without thinking, exchanging smiles with the nervous man before you, easing the tension ever so slightly. The next time he reached for your hand, you let him. You didn’t know why, but whatever was happening you were seemingly ok with it. You could feel his eyes on your skin, a thoughtful look enveloping his features as you grew sombre.

“I didn’t mean what I said back then.” Bucky sighed, pulling you nearer to him. “I was just being a jerk, I was trying to stop the guys from showing an interest in you and I kinda felt threatened by the way Steve looked at you. I was- I was trying to keep you all to myself but, but we both know how that turned out.” You laughed a little and he looked up at you, a hopeful smile dying to be released. “Kinda had the opposite effect, hu?” You quipped.

Bucky went to pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, from where he was sat but you resisted. “I-I think this is-”

“A bit unexpected..” Bucky acknowledged. “I actually only just realised how-how I /felt/ for you rather, well, super recently. I think it took for you getting shot right in front of me to realise that if I lost you I would- I would freaking lose my mind.” You inhaled sharply at the revelation, noting how difficult it must be for Bucky to be opening up to you like he was, his eyes cast down and a red hue clouding his cheeks. “Talk about too little too late though, hu? But I- I visited you whilst you were out and Tony said- Tony said you’d be fine.. So I figured maybe I could give it a shot- pun not intended- at just you know, telling you how I felt at least. So I went down to the gym at the time you usually headed down there to do cardio and instead I saw-” this time it was your turn to groan, and you wrapped Bucky’s body in yours, making the move of intimacy he was too afraid to go for. His arms found your waist as you wrapped your hands around his head, playing with his hair from your standing position. “I saw Steve and you- kissing- and I thought it was too late but then you- and I almost- but Nat told me and and so I told Steve and they sort of arranged this whole thing and now.. here we are.”

“Here we are..” you echoed, twirling a few pieces of his hair in between your fingers. He looked up then, hopeful, and your heart skyrocketed in your chest, so loud that you worried he would hear it banging against your ribcage.

He whispered your name before you both leaned in and touched lips in what felt like an explosion of colour and emotion. You were quick to lace your hands in his hair, tugging moans of pleasure from his lips. You pushed him backwards and lay your body atop his on the bed, unthinking, but moved entirely by your intermingling sense of passion. His hands cupped your ass and pushed your closer towards him, causing you to arch your back. Your senses were dialled to a hundred and you were driven wild by the way he bit your lip and moaned your name, the hot and heavy breaths that were exchanged between kisses. The moment shared more intensity than either of you had experienced in any of your wildest embraces.

“I love you.” He gasped, pulling apart a moment to look you in the eye as he professed to you the ultimate truth. As you stared at him with your eyes wide and your lips swollen and your heart beating a mile a minute you realised what you had known all along, what everyone had known- and suddenly it all made sense.

“I love you too.”  

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You Make It Real For Me

Draco Malfoy x Reader.

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Title comes from this song

So here it is as promised my lovelies, my first non MCU fic to post but a fic that I wrote just over five years ago and I’m really curious to see if you like it or if you would like me to start writing for other fandoms, as always please feel free to let me know and feedback is honestly food for my soul and very much appreciated.

Summary: Set four years after the Wizarding War, Draco is in serious need of a friend after shutting himself away from the rest of the world, that is until you turn up!

Words: c 3,155

Warnings: Mentions of drunkeness, angst and fluff!

Originally posted by evansmaximoff

You checked the address on the piece of parchment in your hand once more before gently knocking on the old oak door, the only thing separating you from the warmth inside.

You tugged tightly at your leather jacket which was offering you no comfort from the biting cold of the January evening. You silently cursed yourself for even coming here in the first place, you considered walking away now before he answered, before it was too late, but before you could turn away the huge door was pulled open and you met with two pale blue eyes. The shock on his face was apparent and you took in his abnormally dishevelled appearance, his usually flawless clean shaven face was covered in stubble and his blond hair was longer than normal, completely out of character for Draco who usually looked immaculate.

“How did you find me?” he questioned in surprise.

“Your Mother wrote to me, she asked me to come,” you answered back quickly, almost too quickly for it sounded sharp, defensive almost.

“Oh,” he stated shaking his head “Uh won’t you come in?” he offered standing to the side to allow you to pass by him into the hallway which you did gladly as he shut the door.

“Can I get you a drink, tea? Coffee?”

“Tea would be great thanks,” you smiled up at him and for a second his gaze hesitated on you before he snapped to his senses and beckoned you towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, two armchairs sat either side of a stove and you immediately gravitated toward it as it radiated heat, Draco set about the task of preparing the tea. There was so much you wanted to say to him, to ask him but it was as if the sentences were stuck in your throat, for now you let them be.

You turned your attention to the armchair on the left, a tartan blanket lay carefully folded and a red cushion rested atop of this, however what was positioned on the arm of the chair was what truly surprised you, a copy of Wuthering Heights lay, with a bookmark firmly resting at where Draco had stopped reading, you gently picked it up and with a smile you looked towards him, busily pouring hot water into two cups.

“Milk, two sugars,” you offered, your voice breaking the silence that had fallen between you, he smiled in return and offered you your cup which you sipped from gladly. He leaned against the counter and turned to face you, his own cup resting between his two hands.

Holding up the novel which you had been holding you smiled at him “I can’t believe you’re reading this.”

“I can barely believe it myself. I’m rather enjoying it, you were right about Muggle fiction!”

“Draco Malfoy admitting that I am right. I don’t quite believe it,” you teased.

Draco sighed before returning “There is a lot about me you wouldn’t believe lately.”

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having no emotional permanence sucks. I can have an awesome conversation with a friend one day, they will literally express that they care about me and say they are there for me, it’s clear that they like me and are not just talking to me out of pity or w/e, and then the next day they might be a little less animated when we talk, they might not reply as quick or at all, and suddenly They Hate Me and we will never reach that level of friendship again, they must have been lying the day before, and I can’t stop thinking I am annoying them by talking to them. it sucks so much because I can’t build solid relationships with people because my perception of what they think of me depends on how they interact with me that day, regardless of our past interactions or conversations.

My Mission (Part 3/11)

Summary: Being Tony’s niece and being the main tech builder of the Avengers is great - you love your team, and you’d do anything for them. And when Steve returns, bringing his ex-HYDRA assassin friend along with him, you might just end up doing anything for Bucky, too.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, more hella sad!Bucky (more so in this part), mention of blood & injury

A/N: I love you all - stick with me! Hope you enjoy this part :D

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Drinking Night

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Drinking Night with the Avengers is a monthly occurrence with a theme, full of mishaps and comedy. But as the night progresses and the numbers slowly dwindle down just to you and the brooding Bucky Barnes, things get take a turn to intensity.



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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

The first Saturday night of each month was dedicated to Drinking Night in the Avengers Tour. Every month had a theme. October was the obvious Halloween theme. Steve went as Batman, Tony went as Steve and Thor wore a onesie. But with it being December, you’d all agreed on a winter theme and had a competition to see who could wear the most layers. For this reason, you held Drinking Night outside on one of the larger balconies that harboured a pool and several expansive sofas which you were all currently lounged across.

The night was cold and frosty, but you were wearing three coats, five scarfs and four pairs of pants- not including tights. Sam won the competition by declaring that each of his twenty-two hats counted as a layer, even Clint’s bedrock of gloves couldn’t compete.

So, as the rule goes, he got to decide on the game you were going to play.

“I must say..” The now hatless man declared with a hiccup. “I haven’t won a competition on Drinking Night since October when I dressed up as Natasha.” A roar of applause went up as you all pictured the outrageousness of his costume, a wink was sent Nat’s way as Sam swayed a little, the bottle of amber liquid in his hand betraying his pretence of sobriety.

“You know what?” He yelled, rising from his seat and standing on the glass table as Tony whipped at his ankles. “Let’s make this shit old school.” He hummed, his voice smooth like honey. Then without warning, he chugged the last of the liquid in his bottle and slammed it down on the table, Tony wincing. “Truth or Dare!” Sam whooped, clapping his hands as you all followed suit. Nat sported a smug grin as she eyed you up, you returned her mirth and soon enveloped yourself in the game, thinking up questions and dares for your fellow team mates. After Sam went over the rules and explained the basics of the game to a confused Thor, the bottle was sent spinning as you all sat and watched it with bated breath.

“Like an arrow straight out of heaven, it’s on you Clint!” Sam cheered, slapping his knees excitedly. One last spin set the decider for the Dare-r, and landed on an infinitely smug looking Tony.

“Oh, this ought to be entertaining.” You chuckled, nudging Wanda to your right who joined in on your snickering. Tony rose solemnly from his spot on the sofa and stared at Clint as if he was the only one in the room, or rather, on the balcony.

“Clint..” He whispered, drawing out the “i” and snapping out the “t” at the end, his eyes narrowing as he took his lip between his teeth. “You know, just last night I was wondering how I was gonna get revenge on you for that stunt you pulled last Tuesday. Good job I’ve had some forethought.” Tony mused, rubbing his stubble with an aura of thoughtfulness as he studiously assessed the grumbling archer sat below him.

“So..” He hummed, crouching down to meet Clint’s eye. “What’ll it be? Truth, or Dare?”

Clint huffed and stood up, Tony following suit and perching on his toes to remain level, appearing allthewhile nonchalant.

“Archer, father, most handsome Avenger- yes. But wimp? No.” Clint spat, “Dare me.”

Everyone on the sofa’s oo'ed and revelled in Tony’s cocky exuberance. “I dare.. you..” Tony began, turning his back on the unintimidated Clint as he began to pace a few footsteps ahead of him, drawing his words out slowly.

“I dare you to-”

“To spit it out!” Sam interrupted, earning a scowl from Tony who appeared rather caught of guard.

“Fine.” He glared, “I dare you to let Natasha give you a tattoo.”

“What?!” Clint sputtered, hating every ounce of Natasha’s smugness, she stood, immediately ready and discarding her gloves.

“Let’s dance.” She laughed, taking him by the collar.

The final product was a small wrist tattoo written in some foreign language, something about Budapest. You were all infinitely disappointed so Tony got Thor to place Mjilnor on his chest as he tattooed “Team Iron Man” across his left arm. Clint chased Tony across the compound for the remainder of the night. Wanda got the whole thing on tape, for next time.

Steve was next dared to list off all the curse words he knew and to deliver them in a rant aimed at Bucky, which was absolutely hilarious to watch. Thor was dared to down a 2 litre bottle of Hennessy’s, which he seemed unfazed about as you all watched with a mingled feeling of impress and horror.

Nat was later dared to give you a lap-dance. Needless to say, by the end of it, everyone had grown a little hot and heavy. A few, if not most, of the guys were exchanging flustered looks as you, Nat and Wanda laughed away, drinking in the atmosphere of testosterone and booze. From that point on the night grew progressively steamier. Wanda and Vision had wondered off somewhere, Sam had passed out and Thor had been tasked with damage control between Tony and Clint. That left Nat, Steve, Bucky and you. You all exchanged lopsided, drunken smiles.

You were growing tired of the childishness of Truth and Dare, expressing the sentiment as such and earning a scowl from Nat.

“When then you have to accept a dare.” She declared, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, toppling a few of your hats off. During the lap-dance Nat had removed most of her winter clothes, but you were still looking very much so like a native Antarctican.

You shrugged and nodded, it was getting quite late and the drama had subsided. Why not?

“Striptease.” Nat delivered with one of her trademark smirks. Your jaw dropped and you looked at her incredulously, “You can’t be serious?”

She cocked a brow at you and blinked, holding her ever-piercing gaze. “So I can give you a lap dance but you can’t even peel off a few layers for me?” She probed, flicking off your last cap with a wink. There was a finality to the action, as if it was a challenge she knew you couldn’t back down from. So you nodded and scrunched up your lips. “Well if I’m gonna do this I want some music, and I want a body.” You declared, rising and not feeling sexy at all in your Eskimo-do.

Steve and Bucky laughed nervously, both nudging each other. Nat watched them both with her keen eye and seemed to pick something up between the pair of them as she was soon pushing Bucky up to sit on the chair you’d set up for your “body.”

He looked borderline terrified sat in that chair and staring up at you. For a moment, you almost felt apologetic. Until you remembered who you were underneath all those layers, and you looked damn good. And damn it, you’d fantasised enough about standing in front of Bucky in your underwear. So if it was ever gonna happen, it was gonna happen to a bit of R Kelly and it was gonna happen now.

The base kicked in and you let the rhythm to the familiar song take over. Steve and Nat cheered and jibed at you as you began to move to the rhythm, exaggeratedly putting on a show of sexiness as you lowered your snow hood, eyeing up Bucky. “You’re mine, metal man.” You purred as he flashed you a smile. Your heart was sent into overdrive, the sight of him sat there and watching your every move igniting a passion within you that hadn’t felt in a long time.

Once you’d removed the excess of layers, the humour of the dance went with them and dropped to the floor, part of the heap of clothes, completely forgotten.

You stood before the small crowd, focusing only on Bucky as he focused on you, a tank top and thin leggings the only thing between you and almost-complete nudity. You could sense his anticipation, the veins in his neck pulsing that bit quicker, his knuckles whitening as he held onto the sides of the chair. And his eyes, surveying your every curve, every inch of movement, he drank it all in. You didn’t know when Nat and Steve had left, but the next moment you looked up from Bucky’s gaze they were nowhere to be seen. And you and Bucky were completely alone.

You bent and peeled your leggings down, allowing him a perfect shot of your cleavage as you held eye contact with him, watching his eyes rove and then roll back in agonising pleasure. You hadn’t even touched him, but watching him like this made your chest puff with pride. He was yours.

You teased him by lowering your fingertips to the fringe of your shirt, pulling it up then letting it snap back down. Pulling it an inch and then letting it fall, as Bucky grew excruciatingly impatient. His eyes were blown wide and in his head he was ravaging you over and over and over, and every time you let that top slip back down he felt himself be driven mad with the most carnal lust. So to be rewarded for his patience by having Sam wake up and interrupt you made him literally roar with anger and punch him square in the face, knocking him back unconscious.

You watched the whole event with your mouth hung open wide in shock, so when he turned back to you, knuckles bloodied and eyes wild you couldn’t help but whimper.

“I’ve waited long enough for this.” He growled, taking you by the waist and ripping the thin material of your shirt from your body.

“Now you better make it up to me.”

"My Neighbor's A Jerk" Bucky x Reader (a glimpse)

Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate.

Part 1 coming out soon!

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the trouble is i never intend to push people away, i want to accept help from people and let people be there for me. when they offer, i am genuinely willing to accept their support and help at the time. but when it’s been a few weeks after and maybe i haven’t heard from them in a few days, maybe their responses have been shorter or different in tone, maybe they posted a photo with their other friends, and my brain processes that information and interprets my relationship with that person based on the current interactions, regardless of the past conversations where they expressed their willingness to help and be there for me. so it’s hard to reach out when my brain is telling me they don’t care anymore because of insignificant changes in their behaviour. if i push people away it’s because i genuinely don’t feel like they care about me anymore.

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A/N: My dear, lovely, awesome @cupcakequeen1999 sent me a particularly interesting scenario for me to write and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy it!


Hiya! Can you do one where T'Challa is dating the reader and when her ex shows up for dinner or something, T'Challa keeps sending him subtle “she’s mine” signals (kissing her, grabbing her butt, etc.)? I feel like he would be the guy to do that…

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader

Warnings: Groping, heavy making-out, awkward conversations, ex-boyfriends, jealous!T’Challa. (Remind me if I forgot anything)

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Request: Can I request a 1940s!Bucky imagine? Somewhere along the lines of “you’ll never love me, so what’s the point?” Kinda deal? Thank you so much!!

Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence

Words: 1.8k

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serenitybambi  asked:

I don't know if I'm just completely missing this, but do you have any tags for paralysis? I've looked over the list a few times and can't find it. I don't know if it's under something else. Paralysis both from the Kanima and if they've gotten in an accident and are paralyzed. I know there are plenty of docs which is why I'm confused. Love your blog though. The tags are really great and make my life much happier. Thank you for helping!!

we don’t have a tag specifically for paralysis but we do have a tag for permanent injuries/physical disability

peaches and cream by BabyMilk (1/1 | 939 | PG13)

Stiles can’t use his legs but makes the most of it
Derek takes care of his boo
this is tooth rotting

Carry Me Places by Prince_Po (1/1 | 7,433 | G)

Once the Nogitsune left his body Stiles expected to be riddled with mental scars. What he didn’t expect was to have the lower half of his body paralyzed and be left completely helpless and defenseless and on his own in this world. Well, he’s not really on his own, but he won’t ever admit that. And it turns out he doesn’t have to admit that to the one person who’s brave enough to keep him company without giving him the pity stare.

Starlight by newtons (8/? | 14,566 | R)

An AU in which there are no werewolves, and Scott McCall only knows Derek Hale by a mutual friendship. He’s been friends with Stiles for years, but the only way to visit or contact now is through his mother, who works at the local hospital. Why would that be relevant…?

In a car accident that killed his mother, Stiles Stilinski was left paraplegic, paralyzed below his waist. For the past six or seven months, he’s been recuperating in the hospital, but his recovery has been a long, hard road so far due to unseen complications. He’s come to terms with his disability, and the fact he’ll never really live a normal life from then on. Things seem bleak, and he’s begun to understand life in a weird existential way because it suddenly seems so short. But everything changes when Scott shows up at the hospital with a friend that Stiles had never met before.

A multi-chapter fic about experiencing pain, moving on, accepting losses, and living in the moment.

Sleep Paralysis by BeniMaiko (1/1 | 6,003 | NC17)

Stiles accidently paralyzes himself and everyone thinks he is dead. He learns some things that he really should have known sooner.
The bits in Italics are Stiles internal monologue.

Flashes - Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Words: 1,432

Warnings: Swearing, mild asshole!Bucky, mild angst (but not so much)

A/N: *I keep gasping bc I’m so excited bc people are liking this story* Hello everyone! Oof, I haven’t updated Flashes in around 5,000 years. And nope, I do not have a valid excuse, unless you count shitposting as one of them. So, uh… sorry! However, I am back!! Yay! Hope you like this part (asshole!Bucky is mildly hilarious to write bc he’s such a sarcastic shit, LOL) and feel free to ask for tags, permanent or just for a series! Thank you! :3

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you glanced at the woman.

She was actually quite beautiful. You didn’t blame Bucky for liking her. Speaking of said person, he seemed to have not noticed that she had followed him, because now, he just had eyes for you. His eyes looked mildly shocked, and he wasn’t moving a single inch, his eyes seemingly having locked himself and you in place. It was like time stopped moving.

Hell, maybe time did stop moving.

You could heart your heart beat in your ears as you noticed the brunette give him a kiss on the cheek. Honestly, you weren’t sure whether to even be offended or not. On one hand, she was smooching your fucking soulmate — seriously, did she not have her own or something? — but then again, you had never even uttered a single word to the man.

Suddenly, everything snapped back into normal time when Sam, who had also been mildly flustered for you, finally mentioned, “Bucky, you’ve met (Y/N) before, last week. (Y/N), this is Bucky, as you already know.”

He gestured for you to go forward, and suddenly, you felt terrified. Shaking you soulmate’s hand? Oh, God. Such a simple task seemed so tough. But nevertheless, you managed to get your jelly-feeling legs to move you forwards and shake his right hand, careful to not go too hastily — you really didn’t need a confrontation about the mark on your first work day.

And when there was a beautiful brunette clinging to his right arm.

You reached your arm forward, slightly relieved when he didn’t reject you and politely shook it. You felt an almost electrical buzz flow through your fingertips as you made contact with one another, making you feel jittery and somehow able to feel what he was currently feeling. It was… nothing. No regard to you, at least.

Letting go of his hand, you turned back to Sam and piped up. “Should we start working?”

Everyone seemed to have picked up on the strange interaction that had gone on in between you and Bucky, but no one chose to say a word. Sam blinked, and he replied, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Turning on your heel, you couldn’t even spare Bucky a glance as you meekly smiled at the rest of the Avengers, before following Sam into the elevator and turning around.

And just as your luck had wanted it to be, the last person you made eye contact with was Bucky Barnes.

You sighed when you finally arrived in your own, personal office — right next to Sam’s one. It was a sigh of relief that you’d landed such a great job, but it was also a sigh that showed that you were still thinking about what had happened upstairs. Sam saw your expression, and gave you a sad smile.

“I might’ve forgotten to mention… he’s sorta-kinda an asshat. Those two aren’t in a relationship, don’t worry. He brings girls like that into the tower often.”

Well, great. You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse. Honestly, you were just praying that you wouldn’t run into him too much, if sleeping around was a habit of his. As much as you wanted to have your soulmate by your side, you didn’t want him with you if this was how he’d act. It would ruin you.

“Listen,” Sam clapped a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll talk to him, alright? You go and set yourself up in here. I’ll come back when I’m done to start working with you.”

With that, he left you to settle down, closing the door behind him. You gave the desk a shaky smile as you realised, as painful as this might be, you finally had a job. One where pressure wouldn’t be on you, where people would understand your panic attacks and flashbacks.

That… that was good.

Taking a seat at the desk, you examined the things on it. A modern-looking computer, a packet of pens and pencil, two manilla folders with nothing on the front of them to signify what might be inside of them. A seemingly new notebook on the right of you. All just simple things for a job like this.

You put your elbows on the desk and put your head in your hands, trying your best to not get a migraine or burst into tears right now. You were just so damn… confused. About everything. Like, how were you supposed to feel about your whole soulmate situation? Should you even bother? And, how the hell did you score such an amazing job with next to no effort?

Shifting around in your chair, you decided to push those thoughts away for later, and settled on sifting through the information in the manilla folders instead.

“Hey, man.”

Bucky glanced up from where he was eating breakfast, raising an eyebrow as he realised Sam, of all people, was addressing him. Well, there was no one else in the kitchen, so unless Sam had begun talking to himself like the crazy shit he is, he was probably talking to him.

Deciding to just let the small talk happen, he nodded to acknowledge Sam’s presence, before continuing to snarf down breakfast.

“I was just— When did you smuggle in that girl? We went drinking last night,” Sam continued, and Bucky felt himself stiffen in confusion. Since when did bird-man care?

“Yeah,” Bucky retorted suspiciously. “And I met her in the bar. Your point?”

“Look, man,” Sam sighed. “I know you’ve been talking to Steve—”

“Which is not new,” Bucky pointed out with boredom as he waved his fork about.

“—And I heard you’d finally found your soulmate.”

At that, Bucky narrowed his eyes. Did Steve really tell this fucker everything?, his internal dialogue groaned. But then, he remembered back to what had happened on that day when, by the time he was all by himself, he’d noticed the usually black-and-white mark having turned colours of deep purple and royal blue. The stars shone with a golden tinge.

He’d expected the mark to never, ever, get any colour. By now, he would’ve expected, whoever his soulmate was, to be six feet under or hanging onto their last thread of life. But no — instead, he had to find out that his soulmate was born decades after him, destined just for his fate. It was a strange thing.

“Well, found wouldn’t really be the accurate word to describe it,” Bucky muttered bitterly as he stabbed into his food. “More like caught a glance of.”

“Well, you still saw them, though,” Sam mentioned. “Have any idea who it is?”

“Of course,” Bucky snarked sarcastically. “I immediately let said person know ’twas I who was their soulmate, before fucking a brunette chick I met at a bar. You got me there.”

Sam sighed, rubbing his temples at Bucky’s asshole demeanour. Ever since Bucky’s brainwashing had gone away and he’d gotten his new metal arm — courtesy of T’Challa — he was flashing some of his 1940s charm and newly-found ability to really be an asshat for over twenty-four hours. He preferred the guy before, no matter how much suffering. Now, he was just annoying.

“Well, that’s one way to answer a question,” Sam muttered grumpily, before getting an idea. “You know how you said you still needed some PTSD therapy or something?”

Bucky perked up. It was true — even though the code words were gone, didn’t mean the horrors were. “Yeah. Why, you know someone?”

“Well, yes,” Sam replied. “As much as I hate you sometimes, I think you should go to my new assistant, (Y/N). She’s got some stuff to deal with, but I bet she’d love to give you a helping hand.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed in an unrecognisable expression when Sam mentioned your name. When he’d come outside this morning, he’d felt an inexplicable pull towards you, and a suffocating urge to hold you close to him. However, he did none of those things, because he was pretty sure it would look creepy as fuck and you’d promptly quit your job at the Avengers Tower. He didn’t want to scare you off.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky asked, trying to sound nonchalant about you. “The one from this morning, with the long sleeves and stuff?”

Sam smirked, knowing that Bucky had caught the bait he’d been setting out. “Yeah, that’s her. She’s really sweet, you’ll like her.”

Bucky considered the offer for a moment, before finding a smirk on his face as well. “Yeah, I’ll give her a shot.”

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