date a boy whose eyes leak glowing tears whenever he is away from you. date a boy who carries an aroma of moondust and eternity about him. date a boy with galaxies tangled in his hair and the sweetness of nebulae on his breath. date a boy who has been waiting for you since the big bang. date a boy who wishes for your arms around him and to put his head on your shoulder, his river of starlight tears slowing to a trickle.
I cannot begin to tell you how blown away I am by this body comparison! This is a 32 pound difference. Since starting my journey, I have technically lost 20 pounds, but the picture on the left is me at my highest of 270. It feels like it’s taking a very long time to lose the weight this time around, but it’s definitely working and well worth the wait! I’m doing it healthily, who cares if I’m going slowly!? I am LOVING myself and my progress.
Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is.
This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″
This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!!
“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.
“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.
“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.
“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.
“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.
“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.
“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.
“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.
“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.
“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”
“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.
“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”
“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.
The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.
“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.
“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”
“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.
“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.
He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.
You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.
“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.
A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.
You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.
“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.
“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.
So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”
“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”
“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.
“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.
“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.
A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.
“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.
“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.
“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.
“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.
“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.
A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.
Summary | saying “I’m okay” doesn’t mean it’s true.
You had promised to yourself and to him in the beginning of the relationship that you would understand the obstacles the two of you would have to face. The obstacles set out were much different than any average relationships. In an average relationship, no one had to practice all day and night. No one had to hide their relationships. No one had to leave for tour for countless days, weeks, even months.
But as time progressed, your promise started becoming harder and harder to keep.
The first incident was after the ending of his world tour, when he returned back home to you. You thought that with the tour out of the way, you’d have plenty of time to make small cute stay-at-home dates like how you two used to have before all the fame. But you were wrong.
After his long departure abroad for 6 months, there was a comeback awaiting the members of the band, including him as well. It didn’t seem fair though, a comeback right after a large world tour? But it could be your tiny selfish excuse for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend.
After sending countless messages asking if he was free, you received a message saying something along the lines of, “I’m busy practicing.” Not that it was wrong, practicing for a comeback, it was part of their world; a world you didn’t know, but promised to try and follow along with.
After not receiving a message back from you, he sent another one. “We have a comeback planned. You understand right? You’re not angry are you?” Staring at the words sent, you didn’t know how to reply.
Biting down on your bottom lip, a habit out of nervousness, you pressed the ‘send’ button. “I’m okay.”
The second incident may have been your fault, but who could blame you? How else would you have felt if your boyfriend had a day off and decided to choose to practice like how he did the whole week?
“Hey Jimin,” You remember hesitantly asking. You two were at your shared apartment, you fidgeting and playing with your fingers and him sprawled across the sofa tiredly. Hearing him humming in acknowledgement, you spoke the words that you have been wanting to ask all week. “The boys told me you were free tomorrow. Since you have no schedule, wanna go do something?”
As if almost instantly, Jimin sat up. “Sorry (Y/N),” You felt your heart drop. “But I want to practice a bit more for the comeback. I can’t let down the fans.” He cocked his head to the side, elbowed propped up on his thighs, looking up at you.
You stared down at your fingers in disappointment where you stood. Hearing Jimin call you, you lifted your head up a bit. “(Y/N),” Your name rolled off his tongue easily. “Are you okay with it? Becau-”
Softly sighing, you forced your best smile. “I’m okay with it.”
“Are you sure?”
“No no, you should practice for the comeback. I know how important it is to you and the rest of the boys as well.” You repeated these words in your mind, trying to convince yourself you weren’t feeling the feelings you were feeling, maybe you could trick yourself into thinking that you didn’t miss your boyfriend these past long months,
“You shouldn’t let down your fans, you’re an idol.” You spoke solemnly, the ends of your lips curling up into a small smile. You were lucky enough to be dating an idol, you should remember that. “Don’t tire yourself out too much, alright?”
Staring at him, you hesitantly turned away and went to your room. Back pressed up against the wall, you sat on the cold wooden floor for him to leave. To leave for practice, again.
You couldn’t help but feel lonely and somewhat jealous of the girls that were dating the rest of Bangtan. They always made time for their girlfriends, unlike Jimin. Maybe you were selfish, wanting more in your relationship but you always felt the tingly jealousy thinking about what they could be doing with their girlfriends.
Like today, they took the day off, just like how they’re supposed to, instead of practicing or staying in the studios. Every time you imagine what you could be doing, your heart aches.
You could’ve been cooking together, just like Jin and his girlfriend. Cuddling in bed. Having a dance battle even if you would always lose. Watching movies. Going to the arcade even if it meant being caught in their disguises. Or maybe even just go to the park together.
Hearing the front door click, the whole apartment was silent. The only sound was that of your tears threatening to spill, finally being freed.
The third time it happened, was the last time it happened. And that’s because there wasn’t going to be a fourth time, nor a fifth time. There would be no more times.
You were doing your best keeping calm, but as the minutes ticked by, the clock ticking and tocking had somewhat drove you insane. The longer you sat there on the couch, gripping at your own hands, the more done with the entire situation.
The doorknob jiggling, the front door opens, revealing the person you had been waiting on for hours. He had promised you a home date to make up for all the times he missed with you, promising that he’d be home at 7, sharing the night of candlelit dinner with you.
Well that went nowhere, it was already 10.
Your eyes fell on Jimin’s figure, his eyes darting around the apartment, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Jimin,” You tried keeping a calm facade, pretending as if you weren’t more than just upset at the fact not only was he late, but the fact that he broke his promise and blew away the chance he had at making it up to you. “What time is it?”
A wave of nervousness and underlying guilt washed over him. He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, mumbling out his answer hesitantly. “10.”
“What were you doing during the time you promised to be home by?” You could tell he was getting more nervous. He looked at you, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his that you’ve learned he had. “I was…practicing.”
You snapped, your seemingly calm facade fading even though Jimin already knew you were steaming. “Again?!” He flinched at your loudness. “Why were you practice when you promised me you’d be home for dinner? The dinner you said you’d make it back in time for?”
“(Y/N), l-let me explain okay? I was just practice and,” His words drifted off as if he didn’t want to tell you. “And?” You huffed, arms around your hips, weight on your right leg. You were impatient. The faster he spits it out the faster it’s over.
“I just lost track of time, o-okay?” He sighed, raking his hand through his locks. “Jimin,” He hesitantly looked up, scared of what you were going to say.
“When was the last time we had a date?” You croaked, tried of his excuses. You knew he didn’t know the answer, that’s because you didn’t either. That’s know long it’s been. Your last date together could’ve been 8 months ago, who knows? “I….I don’t know.”
You bit your lip. You hated what you were going to say but it had to be done. You could handle the loneliness and neglect of your relationship anymore. Rather you, it was your heart that couldn’t handle another crack. “I’m sorry,” Jimin’s head shot up, eyes widened in alarm. “Look, I don’t think this is going to wor-”
“Y-You’re not serious right?” He stuttered, hoping it was some lame prank and that you were doing this just to scare him. “Right?” He repeated, urging, pleading you with his eyes to say it was all a joke, that you weren’t serious, that you weren’t going to give up on your neglected relationship.
“I’m…not.” You looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face. “I think it’s best if we broke things off.” Looking up back at your boyfriend, now technically ex, instantly regretting your decision. His eyes were glossed, bottom lip quivering. “You’re always busy with practice and touring and I’m always waiting here at home for you. I can’t do that anymore, my heart can’t handle anymore pain.”
“It’ll be less stressful if you didn’t have to think about me during practice. You’re an idol Jimin,” You forced out a smile. “You’re always going to be busy, and if not busy then tired. Just forget about me, alright? Focus on your career without me.”
Giving Jimin a small smile, you lowered your head and walked by him, stopping by your room to bring out your already packed suitcase. “I was never okay Jimin.” And with that and the click of the door’s lock, you walked out of his life, fast enough to not show your tears but slow enough to catch a glimpse of his.
I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3
Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx
You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.
You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs. You weren’t as strong as the others, you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.
You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.
“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.
“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.
“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.
“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”
“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.
“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”
“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.
“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.
“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.
“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.”
“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.
“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things.
“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.”
Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”
“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.
“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”
“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”
You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.
You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.
You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.
“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.
“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’
“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.
Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.
“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”
“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”
A/N: I’m sooooooo sorry for this wait yall, but here it is! the moment you’ve all been waiting for!!! I hope you guys like it!! ENJOY! - Delilah
“Buckyyyyyyy!” you whined.
Bucky rolled his eyes as he ate his slice of pizza. He loved you, he really did, but he was exhausted! Ever since you hit the five month mark of your pregnancy, the two of you have been going at it like wild rabbits. It got so bad, that Bucky was highly considering putting a chastity belt on himself. He knew you couldn’t help it, but Jesus, you weren’t taking no for an answer.
“We just finished ten minutes ago,” Bucky groaned, setting his slice back on the plate.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his throat. You inhaled his scent, filling your senses with the amazing smell of cinnamon and the ocean. Those were your two favorite smells in the world, and it was fairly ironic that your alpha wore those scents as well. Maybe you two were really meant to be together.
You straddled his lap, blocking his view of the football game he was focused on. Bucky’s blue eyes bore into yours. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his gently. And to your satisfaction, he responded, running his tongue along your bottom lip. You slowly grinded your hips onto his, trying to create some sort of friction.
You heard a small sigh escape his lips as you rocked faster. You could feel the hardness of his erection forming through his boxers. You let a small moan escape your lips as you felt it rub against your clothed core. Bucky placed his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly.
But to your annoyance, he forced them to stop.
You pulled away, your brows furrowed. He never turned you down, especially when you were all hot and ready like this. Immediately, you figured you’ve done something wrong. Did your tummy bother him? You were fully swollen now, maybe it turned him off?
“Y/N,” Bucky whispered, his eyes travelling down your body until they rested on your lower body. You could immediately feel your chest tightening. You could feel the slow burn of tears forming in your eyes. Of course he wouldn’t want you right now, you were as big as a pumpkin.
“Y/N, I….I think your water broke!”
Your eyes snapped open, immediately going straight to your lady area.
Your eyes widened with fear as you saw the clear liquid running down your thighs. It was enough to completely drench Bucky’s favorite black boxers. It even drenched the sheets below. But that isn’t exactly what caused you fear.
Your due date wasn’t set until two weeks. Why was this happening now?
“Friday, get Tony over here asap!” Bucky exclaimed, gently moving you to the side and running towards the closet. He fumbled through the clothes, ripping out your coat and some shoes.
You let out a shriek as the car sped down the highway.
You were absolutely sure that Tony had broken at least twenty different traffic laws, along with causing an accident a few streets away. You clung onto Bucky’s middle protectively.
“Okay, the hospital’s to the right!” Pepper exclaimed, sticking her head out of the window.
“You just ran a red light!” Steve pressed, looking behind him through the rear window. You could hear the sounds of cars honking and the screech of tires as they swerved around the car. If you weren’t pregnant, you would’ve smacked Tony by now.
After a few minutes of breaking numerous laws, the car came to a screeching halt in front of the hospital. You let out a breath of relief. You honestly thought the cops would stop the car at some point.
Bucky flew the car door off it’s hinges as soon as the car stopped, earning a string of insults from Tony. He’d get over it surely, but not after complaining for an entire week.
Bucky immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, making sure that you were completely upright, before ushering you into the hospital lobby. You listened to Steve as he made sure you breathed in time with him.
“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N,” he assured, opening the doors for the two of you. “I’ve watched videos just in case and they always say that breathing is the most important part of staying calm.”
You gave him a small smile, but the panic was still evident on your face. You were internally screaming as Bucky led you to the front desk, filled with nurses.
“Hi, what can I do for yo- woah!” the smallest nurse gasped as she took in your swollen tummy and your pain stricken face. She turned to the nurse beside her.
“Lily, get the wheelchair asap!”
You let out a sigh of relief. As much as you loved being in Bucky’s arms, your feet were killing you. You needed to sit down as soon as possible, you didn’t care where anymore.
The nurse scurried around the counter towards the two of you and gently grabbed ahold of your other arm. She and Bucky both led you to the other side of the room where the wheelchair was waiting.
“My name is Chloe, I’m the head nurse here.” she smiled. She bent down and unlocked the wheels on the wheelchair, giving it a small test roll. When she finished, she stood back up and helped guide you into the chair.
You let out a small groan as you sat into the seat. Your body ached already.
“Are you the father?” she asked, smiling up at Bucky.
But before he could respond, he was interrupted by a scream.
One that came from you.
You clutched your tummy, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a wail.
You watched as the doctors and nurses prepped themselves and set up the IV for you.
“Mrs. Barnes,” the nurse spoke, rubbing your arm comfortably. “I’m afraid that you’re already dilated four centimeters already, we’re going to have to prep you for delivery now.”
Your eyes widened. You honestly hadn’t thought of that at all. You were aware that your mother gave birth to you via c-section, but that’s because you were a delta. From what you understood so far, the baby must not be, as you’ve had zero complications so far. You glanced upwards at Pepper, who seemed completely conflicted.
“It’s going to be perfectly fine, honey.” she assured you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You nodded. You could totally do this, right? It didn’t look so hard. Your mother managed to get through two births, along with the billions of women who did this throughout history. Birth was just a small bump, one that you could get through with the help of Pepper and Bucky.
Tony had immediately opted to stand outside, as he was a hundred percent sure that he would either:
a. throw up
b. pass out
And as much as you loved the dude, you really didn’t want that to happen while you brought your child into the world.
Immediately, you felt the first contraction hit you.And god, it felt like you were being stabbed repeatedly by knives throughout your lower abdomen.
You clutched your stomach, crying out in pain. Bucky immediately was by your side, grasping your other hand with his metal hand and stroking your hair with his flesh one.
“OW!” you cried as another contraction hit you. You could feel the sweat forming along your forehead as you screwed your eyes shut. You could feel the pain shoot throughout your body, as if it were hitting every single cell.
“C’mon doll,” Bucky whispered. “We can do this.” He pressed a small kiss to your temple. You nodded, trying to focus on his voice. He was right, you could do this. Just a few more minutes and this wave of contractions would be over. That’s couldn’t be hard, right?
You let out a sigh as he stroked your hair.
“Alright, Y/N,” Chloe spoke, placing the mask on her face. Her eyes were soft as she peered down at you. “We’re going to need to put your feet onto these stilts now. You think you can do that for me?”
You nodded, releasing Pepper’s hand and placing it on the small handle of the hospital bed.
“Dad, if you could help me lift her legs that would be great.”
Bucky shot up from where he was sitting, his eyes wide with attention. He stood beside your legs and gently lifted your right one until it was resting on the stilt. You gave him a small thumbs up for his bravery.
Once your feet were positioned, that’s when you felt it.
The pain was mind numbing, completely filling your entire body.
You let out a bloodcurdling scream, one that caused everyone in the room to jump.
“Get Dr. Strange in here NOW!” Chloe shouted, her eyes wide with fear.
You clutched Bucky’s hand tightly, digging your nails into the metal. This was unlike anything you’d ever felt. You felt as if your body was being ripped apart. The only thing that you could think of was your mother. Is this what she felt like when you came into this world?
If so, you were so sorry for the pain you caused.
“I can see the head!” Chloe exclaimed, leaning forward. Her eyes were narrowed with concentration, but the immense panic was there.
Something was wrong.
Your heart raced wildly in your chest as you felt another wave of pain coursed through your body. You could feel your pelvis widening, making room for your baby.
“Hey dad,” Chloe spoke. She tried to sound calm and rational, but you could hear the fear laced in her voice. Especially how it trembled after each word.
Bucky’s head snapped upwards in her direction. He was completely afraid. He knew birth would be a rocky ship, but this wasn’t anything like he’d seen in the videos. He knew you would be in pain, it was obvious, but from the look in Chloe’s eyes, he knew something was wrong. And he was so damn afraid.
“Y-Yeah?” he replied.
“I’m gonna need you to talk her down. We need to keep her calm.”
He gave her a small nod before turning his attention to you.
He ran a hand through your hair, turning your face towards him.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his blue eyes starring into yours. “Remember the first day we met?”
You let out a whimper, nodding in reply. You couldn’t speak anymore, the pain was just far too much for you. Tears began falling from your eyes.
“I knew as soon as I stepped off that elevator that I loved you. I don’t know how, but I did. And look at us now. You’re gonna be a mom. An amazing mother.”
“Y/N, honey,” Chloe interrupted. “I’m gonna need you to push for me. The head is almost out.”
You sat upwards, wincing at the pain. With a deep breath, you pushed.
Until you heard the soft cries of a newborn baby.
You let out a sob as Chloe lifted up the small bundle of joy in her hands, wiping it with the small towel in her hand.
“Its…it’s a boy!” she cried, looking up at you with a smile. Your eyes widened as you stared down at your son. He wiggled in her hands as she wrapped the blanket around his body.
Your eyes shot to Bucky’s face and you didn’t know if it was possible, but you fell in love with him all over again.
His eyes watered as he starred down at your son. Never in his mind did he imagine he’d have a little version of him in this world, but there he was.
Chloe looked over at Bucky, grinning at him as she held your son out to him.
“Do you wanna hold your son, sir?”
Bucky nodded, completely in awe. He could get used to being called a father, especially by his baby boy.
Bucky Barnes starred down at his son as she placed him into her arms. He looked exactly like the two of you. The baby stopped crying as soon as he was placed in his father’s arms.
But as quick as the pain subsided, it was right back.
You shrieked as you felt the pain shoot through you once again.
What was happening? You looked over at Bucky, who had placed your son into Pepper’s arms. He raced towards you and gathered your hand into his. You could see the tears racing down his face as you screamed once again.
Chloe gasped, her eyes starring down at your body in shock.
“T-There’s…..there’s…Y/N I’m gonna need you to push again, sweetie!” she exclaimed.
“W-What?!” Bucky exclaimed, his eyes wide with pure fear. What was happening? Was there something wrong?
You pushed with all your might, despite the seering pain in your lower half.
Until you heard the familiar screams of another baby.
“It’s a girl!” Chloe cried, holding out your baby girl.
Pepper let out a small cry from beside you. Remy was right after all, you were having a girl.
Bucky stared down at his daughter, completely distraught. How in the world was this happening? He reached out his hands, stepping forward as Chloe brought your baby girl over to him.
And to everyone’s surprise, her screams ceased as soon as she was placed into Bucky’s arms.
“Y/N,” he whispered, turning towards you. “It’s a girl.”
As soon as his eyes landed on you, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
As if on cue, the heart monitor stopped, just like your heart did.
sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord
you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come
into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the
comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came
in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone.
Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the
issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm,
hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.
the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few
times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together
for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt
the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your
lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.
sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right
as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.
before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll
be sure to fix my makeup later.”
not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on
the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look
takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed
tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”
he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which
turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get
home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.
fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle
being pulled from coughing so much.
his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking
icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”
Song: rockabye by clean bandit (it helps more if you listen to an acoustic or slow version)
I stroked Justin’s hair as he laid his head on my stomach and cried softly. I loved comforting him, he used to hate coming to me thinking he was a burden but now I was the first person he turned to. His breath slowed down and the tears stopped as I continued to play with his hair.
“Remember the first time we met?” He smiled. I hummed a yes in response.
“Can you do that again?” He whispered. I smiled softly as I thought about the first time we had met.
I walked out of class to grab a notebook I had left in my locker. Suddenly I passed the boys locker room and heard someone crying and breathing heavily. I debated on whether I should go in or not. What if someone was changing? But what if they where hurt and needed help. That made me forget all the possibilities and walk in without hesitation. I came to view with someone sitting on one of the benches hunched over so there back was to me, they where wearing the familiar light blue basketball school jersey. I recognized the person, Justin foley, I had him in a few classes but we never really talked. He was crying and breathing heavily. I quickly walked up to him and kneeled down besides him.
“Are you okay?” I spoke softly making sure not to startle him.
“Panic attack.” He quickly answered as he struggled to calm his breathing. It didn’t seem to help I grabbed his hand gently, I had seen this happen to my younger sister plenty of times so it didn’t feel weird helping him. I didn’t realize it until he was holding my hand back that I had laced our fingers together.
"It’ll be alright, it’s just a panic attack, just breath.” I reassured him. He continued to breath heavily. Usually when my sister couldn’t stop I could only stop it one other way.
"Um this is how I usually calm my sister okay.” I spoke softly as I drew shapes on his arm. I started singing rockabye by clean bandit.
"Oh love no ones ever gonna hurt you love.” I sang, my soft voice filling up the empty locker room. I was so focused on singing that I didn’t notice Justin was now calm. When I finished the song his watery red eyes where on me observing me. He wiped his tear stained cheeks as a calm expression took over his face.
“Thank you.” He whispered. I nodded as I was walking away but then I felt his hand grab my hand and push me back.
"Where are you going.” He frowned. I didn’t need him to get another panic attack so I decided to stay with him. After that we became friends. He told me why he had been crying and how that had caused his panic attack. From then on I always comforted him when something happened at home. After a while we started dating.
I finished singing the song as I looked down at Justin. Snores escaped from the small smile he was displaying, he had fallen asleep. I turned off the light as I cuddled into him.
Okay guys.. SUPRISE I am joining the club.. This is the first fic I have ever written. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language but I tried my best. I didn’t felt self conscious enough to even try writing a fic. Until a couple days ago when I had this dream and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I just needed to write it down.
A huge THANK YOU to my twinny Emma @fillthevoid-stilinski for motivating me and giving me enough courage to even post this. Plus for answering every single one of my stupid questions and most of all for proofreading and editing this. I love you a lot ❤️
And also thank you to @cynicallystiles for helping me out 💜 I really appreciate it 😘
Please let me know what you think and if you wanna have a part 2 because that’s not the whole story I had in mind… I just wanted to wait and see what you guys think.
Scott, Stiles and I have been best friends ever since I can remember. Our parents knew each other in high school. I don’t know how it feels to be without them and to be honest, I don’t want to. They’re not only my best friends but for a long time my only friends.
Ever since I was a little child, I was very shy and self-conscious about myself. I never felt like I was good enough, pretty enough or thin enough. But those boys always made sure I didn’t feel lonely. It has always been just the three of us.
That changed sophomore year of high school when Allison moved to Beacon Hills and Scott fell in love with her. From the moment she walked into our classroom, I knew he fell for her hard. I knew that because he looked at her the exact way I look at Stiles. Yes, Stiles. He may be more than just a best friend. For a long time, I had unexplained feelings towards him. Stiles doesn’t know about these feelings and it has to stay that way. Our friend group grew a little more since Allison and Scott got together three years ago. Lydia, Malia and Issac had joined the group as well.
I feel safe when I’m with my friends but when I’m alone, it feels like everyone is staring at me. I hate walking to classes alone, Stiles always try to escort me because he knows how anxious I can get. But sometimes it isn’t possible, like right know. I’m walking alone to my next class feeling everyones eyes on me when I hear someone say “Look who is walking all alone today. I wonder if her ‘friends’ finally noticed that they were way out of her league! She is just a fat pig. I mean look how pretty Lydia and Allison are.” I feel the tears slowing coming but I can’t let them see me weak.
I start walking faster until I’m in the bathroom and just let the tears flow down my cheeks. Luckily I’m all alone and nobody can hear me cry.
After a couple of minutes, I try to get myself together because I need to go to class, I can’t afford to fail any classes this year. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, my eyes are a little bit red and my mascara is a bit smudged but I didn’t care enough to fix it. All I can think about is that they are right. I’m not good enough to be friends with them. Not pretty like Allison or Lydia. Not good enough for his love. And I never will be.
The sound of the bell ringing for the next class rips me out of my thoughts. I pick my backpack off the ground and rush out of the bathroom directly into Stiles arms. “There you are Bubble! I was looking for you!” I smile a little at the nickname he gave me back when we were children, I was totally obsessed with blowing bubbles.
“Wait were you crying in there? What’s wrong?” he asks me after realizing the state I’m in. “Oh it’s nothing.” I shot back hoping that he wouldn’t ask anymore questions.
I start walking away as fast as I can. “Y/N ?! Wait!” he yells after me but I already disappeared into the crowd of students to avoid explaining why I was crying.
I can barely concentrate in class. My brain keeps wandering back to the situation earlier. Dark thoughts clouding my mind to the point that I can’t take it anymore. Without thinking and saying anything, I grab my stuff and just run out of the classroom, out of the school. I just want to go out home and be alone.
It has been 6 hours since I came home from school. Luckily my parents are currently away on a business trip so I could just lay in my bed and feel sorry for myself. And that was exactly what I was doing for the past couple of hours. I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes or unpack my stuff.
My mobile was also still in my backpack and thats why I haven’t read any of the 15 messages and didn’t see the 7 missed calls Stiles has left.
You can imagine how confused I was when I heard the front door open and footsteps running up the stairs. Stiles opens the door to my room, an angry look on his face. I sit up slightly and stare back at him.
Before I could say anything, he starts yelling, “Are you fucking kidding me? I tried to call you like 3 billion times! First, I find you crying in the bathroom and don’t tell me you haven’t cried because I am not stupid!” He closes his eyes, steam nearly coming from his ears, “And then I hear that you just run out of class without any explanation? I worried about you! Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what happened!”
I immediately start crying again and bury my head in my hands. Loud sobbing noises leaving my lungs. Stiles comes over to my bed and sits down besides me. He embraces me tightly and I just let the tears out. Even though I thought I hadn’t any left. “It’s okay Bubble.. I got you… I’m here.” he says while stroking my hair softly.
“You shouldn’t be here.. You shouldn’t waste your time on me. I’m not worth it.” I say quietly and it came out more as a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear. He leans back a bit and takes my face in his hands; One hand on each cheek. He looks me deep in the eye and says “Don’t be stupid y/n. I don’t want to hear that ever again. It’s totally bullshit! Who is saying that?” My eyes wander around the room while explaining to him what happened earlier, avoiding to continue to look in his.
A part of me was afraid to sound stupid. Another part was afraid to realise, based on the look in his eyes, that they were right.
When I finish my story, he stands up from my bed and angrily wanders around the room.Is he angry at my? Is he trying to find the best way to tell me that it is true? That I am indeed not good enough to be friends with them?
He sits down next to me and his eyes find mine again. He takes a deep breath and says “I want you to listen to me okay? Don’t tell Scott I said this but you are the best human on this planet. You are so kind and loving. Remember when my mum died? You were the only person who could make me laugh. I don’t know what I would have done without you so many times. You are my best friend and I love you. You hear me?” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his warm minty breath on face.
A small tear rolls down my cheek which he wipes away with his thumb. My lips slowly curling into a weak smile. He smiles back at me. I could feel the butterflies dancing to the melody of his words in my stomach. All I wanna do is kiss him right now; I believed every word he said. And god knows I love him too. I love him more than I ever loved blowing bubbles. Just not in the way he loves me.
A/N: So this one gets pretty dark, not gonna lie. I am super pumped to share this one though! This one has a lot of GDxReader action going on! NOT SEXUAL. not yet at least. Anyways I hope you enjoy, as always my inbox is always open!
~ Admin Brooklyn
The car ride was filled with tension. You didn’t know where he was taking you. You didn’t know why he was taking you. All you know is that you’re in a car with Ji Yong because he wanted to take you somewhere. Honestly, the tension was killing you but you knew you still weren’t exactly happy with him.
“So, you must have a lot of questions.” Ji Yong started. You scoffed in your seat and looked out the window. You were in Ji Yong’s personal car, a white Lamborghini. Ji Yong speed through the streets and you didn’t know if it was the car or if he didn’t care for the speed limit.
“No, I’m more than okay with the vague and rude answers that you gave me weeks ago.” Sarcasm was laced in every word. You heard Ji Yong sigh, but you weren’t gonna pay attention to it. It was silent for another few minutes, the hum of the car acting as much needed background noise.
“I was worried when I didn’t see you in your room,” Ji Yong said. You looked at him, catching him stealing a glance at you.
“I can’t exactly leave your house, so why would you be worried?” You asked. He thought about it for a minute.
“One thing you need to know now is that your friends can betray you in a minute. And the first thing I will ever do is protect my family.” You watched him, a stern expression on his face.
Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?
Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *
It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!
Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers
Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness
- I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *
You stare at the screen, still in shock. You begin reading off the information out loud. Tears are streaming down your face as you pull your lip between your teeth. Y/n? Reading your name seems to strike a nerve, a familiar sharp pain spikes through your head. A whimper leaves your lips, causing all eyes to snap to you.
“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” your sister, Anne, shouts as she tackles you onto the floor. A giggle escapes you and you roll around the floor encased in her arms. You look to her face, taking in her chocolate brown eyes and long brown hair. She was beaming a smile at you and laughing. You hear two other laughs in the room and see your brothers, Ryan and Kyle. They join you and your sister on the floor, all of of you laughing. You see yourself, at only 5years old, with all your older siblings loaded on you in a pile.
You break out of the memory, the tears still flowing from you.
“Y/n,” you whisper. No one says anything, they just continue looking at you. “Is my family still-”
The black widow cuts you off, “We have protection on them in case Hydra goes for them.” You nod, trying to process everything.
“How- how old am I now? What year is it?”
“It’s 2017. Physically you’re 21, but really you should be 29.”
“It’s only been 8 years?” shock apparent in your voice. It felt like decades.
“Uh guys, you might want to keep reading.” You hear Sam say. You move, facing the screen again, except new information is showing. You read through the rest, discovering that Hydra gained you from staging a car accident. They hit your car on accident, pulled you from the wreckage, then burned the cars completely. Having an inside agent announce that your body burned completely in the accident and declaring you dead the next day to your family. You watch the videos of what they did to; the injections, the torture, and the training you went through with the Soldier. Watching the brutality and force of the soldier makes everyone cringe. You see the ashamed look on Bucky’s face.
You tilt his face down to yours. “That wasn’t you and I know that. Everyone knows that,” you say calmly. He nods, the guilt still present on his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and he leans into it. He blushes, sending a blush of your own across your cheeks as you realize what you’re doing.
“Alright, why don’t we get her evaluated so she can be situated somewhere more comfortable than that cell?” The scarlet Witch suggests. You look towards her and see a welcoming smile. She comes to you, standing in front of you and Bucky.
“I’m Wanda, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” Her accent is beautiful and her tone sends a feeling of safety through you for some reason. You smile.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Wanda,” you say quietly, still shy. Bucky explains Wanda’s powers to you and how she can use them to help you with your memories. You hesitate, not wanting to expose her to disgusting memories from Hydra. But when she says she helped Bucky, you agree to her help. They rest of the team that you didn’t know introduce themselves. They all seem nice but still wary of you. I can’t blame them though, I’m a monster. Finally, Wanda and Bucky lead you to where the man that Tony hired to evaluate you is.
Two days later.
The Doctor that did your evaluation cleared you, stating you show the same signs of PTSD that Bucky did when he first came to the tower. Tony was still being unfriendly to you, but Steve and Bucky assured you he’d come around. Everyone except Wanda, Steve and Bucky were nice but still distant. One of the three of them has been by your side throughout the last two days. It was refreshing to have people to talk to and laugh with. You start feeling semi normal again. Memories have appeared; ones of your siblings and more of your time in your cell with Bucky.
You’re sitting on the couch with Bucky when a new one slips through. You whimper at the pain, causing Bucky to look to you.
You were sitting in your cell with Winter, both of you silent. An agent had just come in, telling Winter he was being sent on an important mission; something about taking down a group called SHIELD and another assassination. This target was a man named Nick Fury. They told him they would be leaving in 10 minutes and that he would be filled in on the jet. Fear set through you, the thought of him not returning played in your mind. You could tell the time was almost up. He would be leaving soon and you wouldn’t see him until the mission was over. As he stood, so did you. You walked over to him and pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t respond at first, but after he realized what you were doing he kissed back. The kiss was slow and needy. Tears fell from your eyes as you lips move with his. You heard footsteps approaching and remove yourself from him.
“Come back to me in one piece, Winter,” you whispered. He wiped a tear from your cheek.
“I will always come back to you, моя любовь (my love).” The door swung open and he left.
You come out of the memory, tears falling from your eyes. You look up, seeing Wanda has entered the room. “Oh my God,” she whispers.
“What did you remember?” Bucky asks, tilting your face to his. He wipes the tears from your face, just like he did in the memory.
“I -I remember the last day I saw you. When you were sent to take down SHIELD.” A sob escapes you and he pulls you to him. Wanda sits on the other side of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn and hug her, surprising her and Bucky; you’ve only really shown physical affection towards him. You begin to pull away, feeling as if you crossed a line, but she wraps her arms around you before you do.
You hear her voice echo in your head. “Don’t cry, y/n. He is here with you now. You have no idea how much he loves having you here. I can feel how much he cares for you and his thoughts are very loud when he thinks of you.” You chuckle, pulling away from Wanda.
“Thank you,” you say to her. She smiles and leaves you with Bucky. You lean back into him, relaxing.
“I’m not leaving you, not again Y/n,” he says, placing kisses in your hair. You look to the window, realizing it must be late by how dark it is. You fight back a yawn but it still comes out. Exhaustion sets in, your eyelids getting heavier.
“Ready for bed, Doll?” he asks. Since getting cleared nights ago, you’ve spent the night in Bucky’s bed, curled into his side.
You both stand, and he takes your hand in his. As you enter his room, you see all the shopping bags along the back wall of his room. Tony sent Wanda and Natasha to pick you up some clothes the other day. They returned with what seemed like 100 bags filled with shirts, pants, underwear , bras, and shoes. When you thanked Tony, he just waved you off.
Bucky lets you go, going to grab pajamas for the both of you. Even though you have all these new clothes, you still chose to wear one of his shirts to bed.
“Uh Bucky, I think I’m going to take a shower,” You say, heading to the bathroom. He nods, already getting in bed. You close the door behind you and begin stripping off you day clothes. You turn the shower on and step in. A moan escapes you at the feeling of warm water hitting your body. As you wash your hair, another memory appears.
You were laying with Winter on the hard concrete floor of your shared cell. He had his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. You tilted his head towards you and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“What was that for?” He asked when you pull away.
“No reason.” You leaned up, kissing him again, except this time it was heated. You bit at his bottom lip, sliding your tongue into his mouth when he moaned. Your tongues fought for dominance, and he won as he swiftly shifted your body under his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him against you. He kissed down your neck, then back up to your lips.
“Winter,” you moaned as his hips move against yours. His lips left your neck, moving to your ear.
“I love you, Мой солнечный свет ( my sunshine).” You froze at his words.
“I love you, too,” you reply as you kissed him deeply.
You shake off the memory. When you take in your surroundings, your eyes go wide. You are still in the shower, but not alone. Your back is pressed against Bucky’s chest, his arms wrapping tightly around you. He loved me?
“I heard your sob and something fall from the bed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll g-” You turn around in his arms, your bare chest pressing against his. You look down seeing his flannel pants still on his body.
“You do know you’re still wearing pants, right?” you chuckle.
The confession in the memory replays in your mind as you run your hands up and around his neck. He looks down at you shocked.
"Y/n, what are you -“
You lean up, barely brushing your lips against his when you are interrupted by frantic knocking.
"Buck, is everything okay in there?” You hear Steve yell through the door. Damn it Steve.
Harry exhaled deeply in his seat next you, drawing your attention so you could see the soft smile he had to offer as he gently slid his hand under yours, his fingers linking with your shaking ones. “No matter what happens, I love you and I’ll help you through it.”
A frown was on your lips as you held the price tag of the
stroller you were looking at. It had only been a month that you had found out
that you were pregnant and although you had been to a doctor and been reassured
that everything was fine. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the idea
that you were going to be a mother.
Every day you thought about how this wasn’t something you
wanted yet and every day you felt horrible that you couldn’t be happy about the
life growing inside you. The thing that broke your heart the most was seeing
Harry feel the opposite.
Harry was thrilled that he was going to be a dad and every
chance he got he put a hand over your belly and that was the worst thing of all.
One morning you woke up with his fingers dancing delicately over the small bump
that had just appeared while whispering against your skin that he couldn’t wait
to meet the little girl or boy and you had to fight with every fibre in your
body to not break down crying.
Harry didn’t notice the way you felt but Anne did. She
noticed the look on your face when Harry had told his family that you were
pregnant and later that night when she got you alone you cried into her arms.
Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖
“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.
“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.
Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.” He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.
You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.
The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.
“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”
“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.
“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.
“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”
“What was it about?” Bressie asked.
“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”
“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.
“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.
“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”
Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.
When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.
He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”
You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.
Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.
Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail, your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.
“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”
“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.
Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”
The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.
“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”
You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.
“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.
“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.
Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.
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