A/N: This is a mini series, only about 800 words a part, I will be posting the parts through out the day, keep your eyes peeled peaches.
In a world of Soul Mates, you manage to keep yours a secret. The initials on your wrist that appeared on your 18th birthday, you’ve taken every precaution to avoid letting anyone know who you were meant for. Captain Rogers is a firm believer in the initials on his wrist, even though you believe God has a sick sense of humor when it comes to your love life. Captain Rogers and a lowly assistant are a joke of a match. Even the ghost of Peggy Rogers agrees, how can you be meant for someone who still carries the ghost of his beloved ex with him?
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 645
A/N: This first chapter is a bit shorter than the rest will be. It’s mostly just setting the stage for the rest of the story. As always, feedback is appreciated!
“Please, Barnes, we need this. You know how successful we were the last time we worked together,” your father pleaded.
Mr. Barnes sighed, running a hand through his silver hair, shaking his head as he sat behind his desk, pouring two glasses of whiskey and passing one to your father. His office was at the top of the most prominent building in New York. The views spanned across the entire city, which was particularly beautiful at this time of day. The sun was just setting, the lights from each building helping to illuminate the skyline. “This is quite different from last time, Charlie. You’re asking for a lot, you know. Your business is going under. We both know that. You’re telling me you’ll go bankrupt in a year, but you want me to take over the business?”
Summary: Never cheat on your girlfriend. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Mostly language. Word count: 1367 Notes: With this one-shot I hope to finally overcome my writer’s block. It could have been better but it was really hard to write it. Although I hope you’ll like it! As always: my native language isn’t English, so sorry for my bad grammar or punctuation.
It was a beautiful spring day. Sun was shining brightly but it
was slightly cold outside so instead going out somewhere you were inside,
sitting near the window, silently doodling in your sketchbook. Meanwhile, your
boyfriend Bucky was jogging on a treadmill in the spare room which you called ‘the
gym’. This was his way of relaxing and clearing his mind. Obviously it would be
more fun jogging outside but you wanted to relax a little bit and Bucky didn’t
want to jog alone.
Actually, he didn’t like to be alone. A few years ago, when
you two still lived in the Avenger headquarters with the other Avengers, he
always tried to be with someone in the same room (usually Steve or Sam), and
when you two started dating he was always following you like a little lost puppy.
You didn’t mind that at all because it was so cute and you always liked his
company. And now the two of you happily lived together in this beautiful apartment
in Brooklyn. There wasn’t anything more you could ask.
The sound of a ringing phone scared the shit out of you
making you jump a little and make a thick black line on your drawing. You
sighted heavily; Bucky still hasn’t changed his ringtone even if you asked him
to do so a million times already. It was a horrific loud sound and you had no
idea why he would even consider choosing this song as his ringtone.
Bucky probably had his earphones on and didn’t hear
anything, so you stood up and took his phone from the coffee table with the
intention of bringing it to him. You started walking out of the room but then
accidentally glimpsed at the phone’s screen and it made you to stop dead in
It was the contact’s name that made your heart sink. It was
‘Ellis’ with the pink flower emoji. You had no idea who this Ellis was but what
made you worried the most was the fact, that Bucky never added emojis to his
contact’s names, not even to yours or Steve’s names. You had no idea what’s going to happen next
but you answered and put the phone next to your ear.
“Hey there, love. I know you promised to call me later but I
couldn’t wait any longer! I found this wonderful place that we must visit. It
might be the right one. I’ll text you the address so come here ASAP.”
And that was all. The girl was talking very fast but you remember
every single word which you repeated over and over again in your head. How
could this happen to you? You never thought that Bucky could ever cheat on you.
You had few boyfriends who were total assholes but you believed that Bucky was
different. After all he was such a gentleman and just a very nice and honest
guy. But you were wrong and it made you so sad and furious at the same time.
You felt a lump forming in your throat and tears threatening
to well up but you defeated the need of crying. You were a strong independent
woman and no man, no matter how strong or pretty, stamp you down. You inhaled
sharply and fiercely stormed out of your living room to the gym.
You almost kicked down the door while trying to get in and looked
at Bucky. Ex-assassin stopped running the moment he saw you.
“What happened?” He asked while taking off his earphones and
stepping down the treadmill.
He wanted to go to you but he stopped once you threw his
phone to his head. (Un)fortunately he easily caught it with his hand.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe I found out that you were cheating
on me?” You said with a fake smile on your face. You clenched your fists as you
waited for him to start talking again.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky giggled
out and crossed his hands.
That little piece of shit. He was caught red-handed but he still acted like nothing had happened. And that fuckin’ smug smile on his face
literally made your blood boil.
“Why are you still lying to me?” You said and felt your
hands starting to tremble. You couldn’t stand his bullshit anymore; you needed
for him to start talking and fast. You had to know the answer why would he
lie to you, why he would betray you like this. After all what you two have been
through, at least what he could do was to be honest.
“I’m not lying. I really have no idea. Please just stay
calm, doll…” When he finally saw how furious you actually were he tried to calm
you down. Unfortunately it made you angrier.
“Don’t you dare ‘doll’ me!” With these words your whole body
went down in flames.
For many years you had full control on your fire
manipulation ability but this nonsense with Bucky and that other girl Ellis made
you forget all your training and all what you’ve learned over the years. You
couldn’t think straight and all you wanted to do was to kick burn your (probably ex?)
“Oh shit, y/n!” Bucky
was a little bit frightened now, especially when you started to move towards
him looking like you just jumped out of a volcano. Maybe he was a super soldier
but even he could not die in fire.
At a moment Bucky had no idea what to do. He really didn’t
know what you were talking about, so saying it again obviously won’t help. He
could try talking you out of the idea of setting him on fire but you obviously
weren’t in the mood of jokes or friendly chatter.
The ex-assassin started desperately looking around for
something that could save his ass from a wrathful goddess of fire that you were
and then saw his salvation. He skillfully ran quickly to the other side of the
room and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He swiftly pulled the pin and once he
got a good aim at you, Bucky pulled the lever and a large amount of foam came
out covering you from head to toes.
Once the flames were gone Bucky tossed the empty fire
extinguisher and rushed over to you. He heard you sniffle and he hugged you (a
big foam mountain) as tight as he can.
“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to do this to you but you
left me no choice.” Bucky chuckled and when he felt that you were trying to
escape his embrace, he held you even tighter. “I don’t know where you got the
idea that I was cheating but believe me, I would never do that.”
“Ellis called. She called you ‘love’ and there was a flower
emoji next to her name.” You finally mumbled out. Your burning (pun-intended) rage
was gone and now you felt like a sad and little person. You wiped as much foam
as you could from your face and shut your eyes off.
“Oh my god.” Bucky exhaled deeply. “Ellis is an event planner.
Wanda gave me her number. Actually she herself added Ellis to my contacts so
she probably added that flower enuji-thing, too.”
“Oh.” That was all that you could say. You accused Bucky of
doing something he didn’t and now you felt horrible. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, doll. It was just a small mistake. No biggie.” He
said and smiled brightly. Jesus, Bucky was the best boyfriend ever. “Hey, after
all it was awesome and now you’re all naked under all this foam.” Bucky winked acting
You rolled your eyes but silently chuckled. “James Buchanan
Barnes, where did your lovable gentleman’s side go?” You gently slapped his
shoulder getting more foam on him. “And if you want to know, I have fireproof
underwear so no, I’m not naked.”
“We can always fix that.” He murmured seductively right next
to your ear and once you started laughing, he put his lips on yours while you
wrapped your hands around his neck.
You were so lucky that your boyfriend was genuinely good
and such a nice person.
Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought. Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)
Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)
The next time you saw Bucky was the morning you and Steve were due to visit your parents. Steve had gone out for a morning run, despite the melting snow turning the sidewalks into strips of ice and slush. You made coffee, putting three cups on the counter in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could coax Bucky into talking to you or Steve.
He was still in his pajamas when he finally emerged, looking tired as ever, yawning as he entered the kitchen. You were already eating, glancing up as he stopped to pour his coffee. “Morning, sunshine.”
Bucky glanced your way, mumbled something, and then turned to go back to his room. You stood abruptly, the chair squeaking on the tiles. “Bucky, wait.”
He did, but he kept his back to you. His shoulder blades tensed under a too-tight shirt. You moved from the table, hands wringing.
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Prompt : “You
know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can
compare the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him”
Word Count : 1,309 words
Warnings : Angst.
A/N : I fucking hate uni, it’s draining my soul, disabling me
from taking pleasure of anything. Ugh. This is from my old archive, collecting
dust. Actually forgot I wrote it and it was missing the ending. So I wrote it
in like 5 minutes (so it will be
shit). ALSO, I might need to stop torturing our poor Chubby Dumpling.
English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes, point them out.
You looked at
him warily, sure that it was the alcohol talking and not him.
drunk, Buck” you remind him as you grip his body tighter to you, trying to
avoid him from staggering and falling. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes
were still blue and clear, focusing on you huffing underneath his massive frame
in the darkness of the compound.
he states when the two of you continue the journey to his bedroom –one that you
find unbelievably long in this state. You ignore the way his hot breath tickles
the side of your neck and how the tip of his nose kept brushing the same spot
with every sway of a step you take. You realize then just how close of a
proximity his face was to yours, and you tried to put some sort of distance by
leaning your head onto your other side.
The both of
you finally managed to reach his door, and you fumbled momentarily in trying to
open it without losing your footing. When it opens, you bring him inside and
made a move to place him on his bed.
But he stops
you when he brings his free hand to cup your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb
across. Though you were still supporting him heavily, he manages to root his
feet on the spot.
beautiful” he whispers. In the dark the blue in his eyes were vivid, and so was
the way they were dilated.
“Thanks?” you said, lowering your head down to avoid his stare before pushing
But Bucky was
persistent (like he usually is) and holds you down firmly again. You didn’t
look up, not wanting to let things spiral out of control. Yet it was
inescapable when Bucky tilts your face upward by your chin, and you were forced
to look at him in the eyes once more.
He didn’t speak,
and neither did you. The two of you stare at each other with two distinctly
different looks; his eyes held a great deal of longing while yours were filled
with apprehension. It was when he looks down at your lips briefly before
leaning in that you break the moment by avoiding the kiss.
manages to sober him up, and he felt the all too familiar ache begin to crawl
its way back to his heart. He takes his hands off of you, swaying for just a
moment before standing on his own. You swallow the lump in your throat when he
took a step closer to his bed, still not wanting to look at him.
“You know, it hurt when I realized you
weren’t in love with me” he began, his voice clear as day. Your heart is
now picking up its pace, and with every irregular beat you could feel his gaze
burning at your silent form.
“But nothing can compare the pain I felt
when I saw you fall in love with him” he finishes his sentence, letting the
tension skyrocket in the room.
You felt the
sting in his words and physically wince. It was never in your intention to hurt
him, because deep down you did love him –you just decided not to reciprocate.
He was too important to you to be gambling into chances, so you tried to steer
the bond the two of you shared safely to friendship. You wanted to tell him why
you had to do it, but thought better not to. The engagement ring in your pocket
weighs heavily, reminding you of your decision.
himself onto his bed when you didn’t respond, and let out a frustrated sigh.
You never did enjoy being confronted but he had to let it out. It was unfair to
him and he knows you know that.
It was when
the silence was deafening did you softly spoke the words “I’m sorry”. But what
good did it bring? It only reminded you of the little things you did that
carried horrible consequences.
“All I do is imagine you happy –you deserve nothing less than that” you said,
your voice strong even when everything inside of you was trembling, the
throbbing ache getting unbearable with every beat of your heart. You didn’t
have the courage to look up at him because how could you look at the man you
had hurt when all he did was care for you?
sitting upright, looking at you standing in the middle of his room with slumped
shoulders, eyes practically glued to the floor. Your voice may have been strong
and steady, but he notices your quivering hands.
‘All I do is imagine you happy –you
deserve nothing less than that’.
Your words rang loudly in his ears. He remembered then the times the both of
you spent before things went downhill. He remembered eating pizza while binge
watching Disney films with you and Steve. He remembers the way you sang off
tune to Aladdin’s songs. He remembers you making breakfast for him, Steve and
Sam after their routine jog.
‘All I do is imagine you happy’. He remembers the way you lean back
with your eyes closed, laughing without a care in the world at one of Nat’s
jokes during a barbecue they had. He remembers your dimples popping on each
side of you cheeks when you smiled brightly as Wanda took a picture
commemorating that day.
‘All I do is imagine you happy’. It was when he notices how you care
for the team that he sees you differently. He recalls the times you make sure
that Tony eats properly and rejoin society once in a while whenever Pepper is
busy, the times you helped Clint get out of a vent when he got stuck, the times
you accompany Bruce during missions. What he remembers most is how close you
are to Nat and Wanda, and the image of you cheering Wanda up whenever she was
upset with PIetro.
‘All I do is imagine you happy’. He remembers the times you spent
making him feel welcomed to the Avenger’s family.
‘All I do is imagine you happy’.
with you” he says suddenly, waking himself up from his walk on memory lane. You
acknowledge what he says and jerk your head up, finally meeting his gaze. Your
eyes were glossy, and he could tell you were desperately trying not to let the
emotions swirling inside get the best of you.
“But I’m not”
you lie as you muster all the strength in you to do, leaving a bitter taste on
your tongue. You saw then that your greatest mistake was not being brave enough
with your feelings, but something inside you rationalizes this with an excuse;
that it was better this way. Two damaged souls will only leave shards of broken
things in their wake. “You deserve someone better than me” you continued, each
word stinging your heart, tearing your soul apart piece by piece.
for Bucky, or rather his heart did in that moment. This is not you; the words
that you’re spilling out did not belong to your tongue. It was unnatural. He didn’t,
couldn’t hear what you said
afterwards, didn’t want to register your final good-bye as you wiped your eyes
dry, that familiar impassive façade adopted from Nat resurfacing. You were building
your walls once more, and he couldn’t do anything to put a stop this time
because he was trying his damn hardest to simply breathe.
A bullet to
the chest would hurt less than this, you thought as you saw the destruction you
made in the form of Bucky Barnes, silent and unmoving on his bed. The glassed
windows reflected the City’s lights, and all you want to remember in this moment
is how they flickered gently behind him.