Summary: The entire team is woken up when Bucky and Y/N are arguing loudly in the middle of the night. The story behind the screaming goes much deeper than any of them would have thought.
Bucky x Reader. HURT/COMFORT, FLUFF (not super fluffy though). Word count: 2.3 k.
TW: yelling, bruising, mentions of violence, holes being punched in walls
A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one. It’s a little darker than I usually write. Inspired in part by the song “Hate Me” by Blue October. I hope you enjoy it though!
“Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.” - Blue October
“I said, GET OUT!” Bucky’s deep voice echoed down the hall
as he shouted. It was late and he was probably waking up the rest of the team,
but that was the last thought running through his mind. Y/N stood in front of
him with tears in her eyes. “NO! BUCKY! Just listen to me! I just need you to
listen to me! C’mon! BUCKY, PLEASE!” He was drenched in sweat and breathing
rapidly, as if he had just finished a marathon. He went to open the door, but
she took a step to her left, putting herself between him and the door. Bucky
clenched his jaw with frustration. He bent over, gently picked up Y/N, and put
her over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare. PUT ME BACK DOWN!” she hollered as he
proceeded to carry her out of his room. He set her down in the hallway and
stormed back into his room, slamming the door behind him. Y/N growled in angst
as she heard the click of the lock. She stood in front of his door and yelled
“THIS ISN’T OVER BUCKY! YOU CAN’T AVOID ME FOREVER!”
Y/N walked over to the lounge. She didn’t want to go back to
her room. She really only used that room to store her stuff—she always spent
the night in Bucky’s room. There was no way she’d be able to fall asleep in
that bed. Plus, from the lounge, she would be able to hear Bucky’s door open
when he eventually came out of his room. She plopped down on the couch and
started sobbing. She heard footsteps coming from down the hall—two sets. One
was too light to be Bucky, and the other person was dragging their feet, which
Bucky never did.
Y/N peeked over the back of the couch to see Natasha and
Tony walking into the lounge. “Go away. I’m fine,” said Y/N through quiet sobs.
Nat sat down on the couch next to her while Tony pulled over a chair. Nat
wrapped her arms around Y/N in a comforting hug, and Tony asked “What’s going
on, kid?” She and Tony had always had a very father-daughter type of
relationship. She was the youngest member of the team, and not battle-hardened
like the rest of them. Y/N worked as their public relations coordinator and
never went out on missions, so she technically wasn’t even an Avenger, but
everyone loved her so much they treated her the same as they treated each
other. She had viewed Tony as a father-figure ever since he hired her, and he
was very protective of her. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” she replied.
Nat placed her hand under Y/N’s chin and guided her face up
so Y/N was looking at her and Tony. Nat smiled and said “It’s okay girl, you
can tell us. Maybe we can help.” Y/N wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, ok, it’s—it’s—“ she struggled to get the words out. Tony got up and
draped a blanket over her. All she was wearing were some little booty-short
pajama bottoms and a spaghetti-strap cami, and was clearly getting cold. She
looked up and said “Thanks. It’s just that Bucky and I are having some
problems.” Tony leaned in and said “Uh, kid—we kinda figured out that much by
the yelling. C’mon now, what happened?” Y/N sighed. “So Buck’s nightmares are
still something we’re working through and some nights are better than others.
Tonight was not a good night. He was tensing up and making these awful little
screaming noises. Usually, I can just wake him up and talk him down and
everything’s ok but tonight—“ she stopped speaking when Nat reached behind her
to turn on a lamp. Nat and Tony both noticed that there were bits of plaster in
Y/N’s hair and a softball-sized bruise developing on her arm.
Tony’s eyes widened as he asked, “Did he do that?!” Y/N
sniffled and said “Yeah, but it was an accident. He was asleep and—“ Tony stood
up before she could explain any further. “I’M GONNA KILL THAT GUY!” Tony
shouted with conviction. “Whoa! Hold on here. Everybody just calm down for a
second,” Nat said in an attempt to diffuse the situation. Tony ran over to
Bucky’s door and pounded on it as hard as he could. “BARNES! GET YOUR ASS OUT
HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL BREAK THIS FUCKING DOOR DOWN!” Y/N tried to get up
to go stop him, but Nat wouldn’t let her go. Natasha knew that letting a
civilian put herself between Iron Man and a super soldier wouldn’t end well for
anybody. “PISS OFF, TONY! JUST GO BACK TO BED!” yelled Bucky from the other
side of the door. Tony tapped on his watch, triggering it to transform into a
glove like the hand of his suit. Tony shot a repulsor beam at the door, causing
it to fly off the hinges and into the room.
Tony walked in the room to see Bucky sitting on the bed
rocking back and forth, staring at a fist-sized hole in the wall. Bucky had
clearly been crying, but Tony was so angry that he didn’t even pay attention. “BARNES!
WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!” hollered Tony. When Bucky didn’t turn to look at
him, Tony back-handed Bucky across the face, but Bucky didn’t react outside of
a small wince. Tony bent down and got right up in Bucky’s face, and sternly
said “C’mon Barnes, stand up. Fight. If you don’t, I’m just gonna keep on
wailing on you because nobody treats
Y/N like that.” From the lounge, Y/N screamed “Please don’t hurt him, it’s not
his fault!” Tony shot another beam in Bucky’s direction, which Bucky deflected
with his metal arm, causing it to hit the window. The sound of the breaking
glass caught the attention of everyone on the team, and one by one they started
wandering out of their rooms.
While everyone else lingered in the hallway outside of their
doors, Steve came running down the hallway to see what was going on. Steve
always had a tendency to be the peacekeeper when there was conflict amongst
members of the team, and he had a strong hunch he would have to intervene.
Steve put himself between Tony and Bucky and asserted “Everybody. Lounge. Now.” As Bucky and Tony worked their way
over to the lounge, where Y/N remained crying in Nat’s arms, Steve turned to
the rest of the team. “Go back to bed folks,” he instructed them, “we don’t want
to make things any worse than they already are by pulling more people into it.
Everything’s gonna be fine so just go get some sleep.” They all went back into
their rooms, and Steve walked out to the lounge.
In the lounge, everyone found a place on the furniture while
Steve stood at the front of the room, arms crossed. “Does somebody wanna tell
me what’s going on here?” he asked, in what Nat had always referred to as his “dad
voice.” Nat looked up and replied “Steve, I’m not so sure anybody in this room
knows the whole story.” Tony stiffened in his seat like a dog getting ready to
attack. He stared directly at Bucky while he spoke, explaining that “We know
enough. We know that there was some kind of fight between Y/N and Bucky, and
that there’s a hole in the wall and a bruise on her arm, courtesy of Barnes.” Bucky
sat in his chair with his elbows on his knees, and his hands covering his face.
His words were muffled when he said “I know, I’m a piece of shit. Don’t
worry—I’ll be gone in the morning.”
Y/N was still crying—she had always been one of those people
who, once they start crying, have a difficult time stopping. Nat was rubbing
small circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her, but it wasn’t helping.
Steve turned to Y/N and gently asked, “Can I hear your side of the story, Y/N?”
She looked up and took a deep breath, trying to find some composure and began
speaking, quietly at first but louder as she was able to collect herself a
little bit more. “Okay, here’s what actually
happened—Bucky was having a nightmare. His nightmares are still pretty frequent,
but we’re working on it. Usually, when he has a bad one, I’ll wake him up an
we’ll talk about it for a while until he can calm down and go back to sleep.
What happened tonight was that when I tried to wake him up, he smacked my arm
and it knocked me off the bed. He was still asleep when it happened—the dream
must have been vivid enough to cause him to lash out physically, even though he
wasn’t awake. He woke up when I hit the floor. He was so upset that he hit me
that he punched a hole in the wall. I’ve been trying to tell him that it wasn’t
his fault that he hit me, and we just need to find another way to deal with the
nightmares, but he’s convinced that I can’t ever be safe around him, which is totally not true. I never feel safer
than when I’m with Buck, but I can’t convince him otherwise. Maybe you can,
Steve. Please—I don’t wanna lose him.”
Steve nodded, and asked “So what was all this nonsense
between Bucky and Tony that woke up the entire floor?” “Tony saw my bruise and
I think he assumed that Bucky did it intentionally and he kinda just lost it. I
think he was trying to protect me, but he didn’t have the whole story yet. I don’t need to be protected from Bucky,
and he didn’t do anything wrong. He was asleep—it’s not his fault.” “Is she
right?” Steve asked Tony. Tony sighed and said “I may have overreacted a bit,
but I’m not apologizing.”
Bucky sat up and looked at Tony. “I don’t deserve an apology.
I definitely don’t. Just like how I don’t deserve a place on this team or a
room in this tower or friends, and I sure
as HELL don’t deserve Y/N, and she deserves better than me. Seriously, you
should all hate me right now. It’s what’s best for everyone. That’s why I
should go.” Steve turned to Nat and Tony. “Thanks guys, but I’ll take it from
here. Go back to bed.” The two of them went back to their rooms and Steve took
a seat on an ottoman. Y/N reached out and grabbed Bucky’s wrist. He could have
easily pulled it away, but he wanted to treasure the warmth of her soft hand
one last time before he left, since he had no plans to return. “Bucky,” she
began softly, “I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now, but it’s important
that you know this wasn’t your fault and
I’m not mad at you. That wasn’t the real
you. That was a dream. I know that the real
you would NEVER hurt me. I know that the real
you would take a bullet before you let any harm come my way, and I know that you are not bringing harm my way.” She
paused, and Steve took the opportunity to speak up. “Bucky, this is something
that can be worked on. The two of you can find a way to get through this. I know you can. You’re not the bad guy
here, Bucky. You just need a little help, and that’s okay. You say that you’re
not deserving of all of this, but you are. You might not feel like it right
now, but you really are.” Y/N gripped Bucky’s wrist a little tighter and said “We
just have to sort this out together,
Buck. You and I can do anything if we’re together. We just need to try
something different with the dreams. Maybe from now on, if you’re having a
nightmare I’ll just scoot over and wait until you wake up on your own, and then we can talk it out. That way you
don’t have to worry about hurting me. We can move your stuff into my room until
your window gets fixed, along with the hole in the wall. Hell, maybe we can fix
them ourselves and make a day out of it. I love you Bucky, with all of my
heart, and I don’t want to lose you because you’re blaming yourself for
something that isn’t your fault.”
Bucky pulled his wrist out of Y/N’s grip and grabbed her
hand, softly intertwining his fingers with hers. “I love you too, Y/N. It just
kills me that I hurt you. I just want you to be safe and happy, not hurting
because I smacked you off of a bed. I’m so sorry.” Y/N smiled and leaned in
close to him. “Buck, as long as I’m with you I know I’ll be safe, and you make
me happier than anything in the world. Tonight was just a hurdle—we can still
finish the race. C’mon, let’s go get some sleep.” He nodded affirmatively with
a shy smile and kissed the back of her hand. She stood up and Bucky followed as
she walked toward her room, still holding his hand. “Thanks Steve!” she said
with a giggle as they exited the lounge.
They stopped by Bucky’s room just long enough to cover up
the broken window with a sheet, and then moved up the hall to Y/N’s room. As
they passed Tony’s door, they could hear him shout, “Glad things are okay, but
you’re paying for that window, the hole in the wall, and for the door too!” The
two of them laughed while they made their way into Y/N’s room. They crawled
into her bed and spent the night sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms, both
knowing that they were exactly where they should be—together.
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Chat Noir was by her side before she’d even landed on top of
the Montparnasse Tower.
“Let me see,” he said, voice low and serious, almost
Ladybug brushed off his concern with a gentle, if flippant,
“It’s fine Chat, seriously. The blade barely touched me,”
she reassured, only to be caught off guard when he grasped her dismissive hand,
hugging it to his chest. Her heart jittered to a halt at the way he looked at
her, and she’d made her decision even as he pleaded again.
Trying to hold back a sigh, Ladybug led him out of the
shadows, where she proceeded to tilt her chin up. The Montparnasse was a tall
tower, tall enough so that the street lamps could not illuminate them, however
she knew he could use his night-vision if required, and her own eyes had
adjusted to the semi darkness. Besides that, the light from the tower and the
glow from the city was enough. Her cheek caught the light and, with it, the
gash across the side of her face. A faint trickle of blood fell from the open
wound. Though it stung a little, Ladybug hadn’t been lying when she said she
was fine. The cut was shallow and, honestly, she’d had far worse injuries in
her day-to-day life, from being her usual clumsy self.
They’d been in the middle of stopping a bank robbery when it
happened. At first, the robbers had seemed compliant, as most are when they
realise that Ladybug and Chat Noir are on the scene. However, one of the
burglars seemed to miss the memo regarding their surrender, catching both
Ladybug and Chat off guard by throwing a small pocket knife towards the former.
Chat had been on the opposite side of the room when it happened, helping to
cuff one of the other burglars, but he’d spotted the knife before Ladybug. It
was a split second of gut-wrenching horror as he cried out a warning, as he
watched Ladybug try to dodge the attack too late, as the blade sliced her cheek
and clattered to the floor.
The burglar was tackled to the floor in seconds, Chat’s knee
pressed into his back, and Chat had to fight every protective instinct within
him to not break the bastard’s spine in two. He was a hero, after all.
Back in the present, Ladybug felt the warmth of Chat’s head
as he rested against her, nose brushing against the side of her face as he
sought out her comfort.
“You’re going to get blood on you,” she whispered fondly.
“Don’t care,” he grunted back, much like a moping child.
“Kitty, you’re being silly. I’m ok, nothing that a little
‘Miraculous Ladybug’ can’t fix right up!” she closed her eyes against him,
shuffling closer. Reaching up, she dug her fingers into his hair, hoping her
cheer, along with her little ministrations against his scalp, might soothe him.
However, her efforts were futile, as he continued to fixate on the non-issue. Stubborn kitty.
“I don’t like it when you’re hurt.” Yep. It was official. He
“I’ve been hurt worse,” she replied with a hum of
“I know, and I didn’t like it then either,” he lifted his
head away from her, a cute pout on his face. Sure enough, there was a tiny
trace of her blood smudged across his cheek, “you’re a better fighter than me,
you’re- you’re amazing. I know that. But I’m supposed to be the fall guy. I’m
supposed to be the one who’s hurt. That’s how it works.”
Ladybug was silent then, his words slicing through her far
more than the robber’s blade. Somehow the situation didn’t seem as funny or as
silly as it first had. The truth behind his words was heavy, almost
suffocating. After all, he was right. No matter how much she disliked it, he was the fall-guy. He had to be. They had
no choice in the matter.
Right then and there, she could’ve told him how much she
disliked him getting hurt too, how every time he threw herself in front her was
yet another reminder of the colossal weight on her shoulders. The pressure to
fix things, to make things right. In the heat of the battle, it was something
she’d had to train herself to forget. But sometimes, in the quiet moments alone
in her room, they haunted her- the shadows of Chat Noir’s numerous sacrifices.
Tikki could only do so much to ease her troubled mind, the Kwami couldn’t stop
How had she not realised she loved him sooner?
Ladybug stole a glance towards Chat’s darkened expression,
biting her lip. It was true, she could open her mouth and let forth all of the
things which worried her, all of her deepest feelings towards him. But it felt
wrong to do so. Right now he needed her,
not the other way around.
Her insecurities could wait a little while longer, if it
meant making him feel better. And she was positive he would soothe any of her
worries in the future, if history was anything to go by.
Is this what a
relationship is like? She thought,
suddenly giddy with the idea, her heart leaping as she took his hand once more.
A smile stretched across her face as she contemplated the idea. A relationship.
A real relationship. Ones which she heard people mention but had yet to
experience herself; with communication and giving-and-taking, with talking
things through and being there for each other. Was this what it was like? Was
this the reality? With Chat of all people?
If it was, she found she quite liked it. The fact that it
was with Chat, one of her best friends, made it even better.
“My lady?” Chat’s face was a vision of confusion, and her smile
widened. She stepped forward, squeezing his hand lightly, leaning her chest
“Tis just a scratch… my lord,” she flirted, and then paused,
waiting for his reaction.
Sorry if the formatting is a little weird. I typed it up in word and then copied and pasted, I’ll get better at suiting it more to tumblr as I go.
Summary: This is a Cinderella AU for Miraculous Ladybug. Characters are all over the place! Adrien is Prince of the kingdom and his dad demands he finds a good wife. Meanwhile Marinette is but a simple baker who has to deal with her stepfamily.
Maison Martin Margiela autumn—winter 1998—99. Three simultaneous video-projections show three women, each wearing garments of the collection.
Le Foyer de L’Arches, La Grande Arche de la Defence, Paris. A subterranean Space under the Arch de la Defence. Three people are chosen to each represent their professional discipline in presenting their vision on the collection: New York based photographer Mark Borthwick, London based stylist Jane How and Paris based writer Sydney Picasso. Mark Borthwick’s project included the projection of a video in two parts shot in New York in early March 1998 and a book entitled ‘2000-1’. The video features a verbal interaction between three women wearing garments of the collection. The book features photographs taken during the shooting of the video and is published in the autumn of 1998. For Jane How’s project fifteen life-size puppets are each dressed in an outfit of the collection styled by Jane. Two professional puppeteers manipulate each puppet, specially made in UK. Sydney Picasso decided to produce a white cotton ribbon, on which a continuous text is printed, as well as a pamphlet entitled ‘Endless Threads’. The tract is distributed and the ribbon is tied to everyone’s wrist as they enter the space. Thirty members of the Maison Martin Margiela staff, in blouses blanches (white coats) serve red wine to the crowed while the three visions on the collection are being expressed. A soundtrack by Mark Borthwick plays loudly.
Collection: The second part of a collection is in two parts. The principal group of the collection is made up of five series of `flat’ garments with displaced shoulders or necklines. Their sleeves or their neck opening lies on their front. The panels of industrial garment patterns in black motorbike leather and sheepskin are assembled to form coats and jackets. Flat ‘Grocery Bag’ garments in stretch flannels and woollen herring bone. A series of ‘Envelope’ garments have full-length zips that allow skirts, trousers and sweaters to be opened and laid flat. Various used military garments have been transformed into army trousers (worn inside out), army shirts with a displaced shoulder line. Amongst accessories are leather gloves transformed into pendant wallets and ‘Anti-Theft’ wallets in leather, worn as bags.