your smile could light up the whole universe

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier - Sparky

You are the newest member of the Avengers. You joined after an accident in the lab you worked at in S.H.I.E.L.D gave you the ability to use lightning. When you join the team you meet Bucky Barnes, who is instantly attracted to everything about you, from your beauty to your wonderful personality. Over time, his affections for you grow and yours for him grow too, but neither of you tell each other how you really feel, both of you thinking that it’s best if you just stay friends. One day, the two of you get paired up on a mission, a pretty simple mission, but these things have a way of not going the way you want them to and neither of you expect this one to go the way it does.

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, mentions of death, violence, and blood

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Let me bring my man.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Inspired by The Book Thief.

Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)

Warnings: Angst.

Words: 1361

A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life. No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.


Originally posted by marvelheroes

I found him beautiful.

I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.

I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.

I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.

He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.

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Don’t torture yourself (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

can you do 10, 11, and 14 from the prompt list together w bucky? like he knocks on their door in the middle of the night from a nightmare or something?

  • Words:  1.144
  • Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
  • Warnings: Little angst? 
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name. So there’s a headcanon that is Bucky killing JFK. I couldn’t find the original post but here is an addition to it. Also, the promp list is here and you can still ask for things ;) Last but not least, tagging my girl @ilovebeingjoyful because she loves baby Buck.

Originally posted by elna006

One of the best moments at the facilities were movie nights every Friday. The team just got together and chose a movie at random from a hat in which everyone had their own choices. Tonight’s movie was yours and it was Under the Tuscan Sun and although Tony, Clint and Sam (pretending to be tough) decided to pass on the movie, the girls all watched it, joined by Steve, Bucky and Rhodey.
 
“So, what is this movie about?” Bucky asked. He was sitting next to you and he had a bowl of chips on his lap.
“A writer that gets dumped by her husband. She gets a ticket from her best friend to spend a few days in Italy but she ends up buying a villa and you’ll have to watch the movie”
 
The day had been long enough for you to long with all your heart to hit your pillow and just doze off for some beautiful 10 hours or more. So when the movie was over, you waved the team goodbye as you walked outside, there was only one person missing and you didn’t worry much. Bucky was still not fond of sharing Friday nights in the common room so he excused himself with you and went away in the middle of the movie. Steve had brought him a few months ago but he was having a hard time with everyone’s colorful and sometimes annoying personalities; even you had hard times with them.
 
You went to the library Tony kept in the facilities because you knew he’d be there. He was in one of the comfy seats reading a World War II book, and around him, piles and piles of books about important events that he had apparently been in.    
 
“Torturing yourself again?” You asked, pacing a soft kiss on the top of his head.
“I’m just trying to tie some knots in here…” He threw his head back and you took the book from his hands and started to read some random pages “It helps me get some memories of what I’ve done and everything…” He pursed his lips and shrugged. He took his head in his hands and ran his fingers down his long dark hair.
 
You kept looking at some books from the pile until you got to a very interesting one, it was about JFK and all the things related to his assassination. You looked at Bucky who still had his face covered and started passing some pages of the book. The trajectory of the projectile, the dates… Everything fitted.
 
“Why are you reading a JFK book?” You asked again, trying to sound could “You think you did this?”
“It’s not impossible… I don’t remember it well but the days are very accurate and the procedure is very… HYDRA like and the target… Also very likely to be HYDRA” He sighed tiredly “By the way, why are you here?”
“Just came to say goodbye… I’m off to bed. It’s been quite a long day” You left the book aside and caressed his cheek with your thumb “Don’t do this, Buck… You can’t change the past, but you can work for another future, a better one” You leaned to tenderly kiss his cheek “Just think of that”
 
He sighed and returned the smile to you. You waved goodbye one last time and he wiggled his metal fingers to you. It was very early, about 10 pm and you needed some sleep now. You slid the oldest t-shirt available in your bedroom and the minute your cheek touched the pillow, you were dozed off.
 
You were woken up by a soft metal knocking on your door; either it was Tony being completely drunk and forgetting it was not his bedroom or it was Bucky having another nightmare.
 
“Jarvis, what time is it?” You asked still sleepy.
It’s 3 am, Miss (Y/N)” He replied “Should I tell Mr. Barnes to go away?”
Let me in, please!” He called from outside
“No, let him in” You threw your head onto the pillow one more time and rubbed your face with the back of your hands.
 
Bucky looked like a lost puppy under the rain. His hair was tied in a messy bun and apparently the night was hot enough to be out only in his pajama pants. You finally saw the scar he tried to hide so badly. It went around the beginning of the metal arm and it was ugly. The ugliest scar you had ever seen.
 
“I’m sorry…” He said in a deep voice “I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of” Bucky walked to the bed and sat on the edge “Is just that…”
“Let me guess. Those books fucked you up, right?” His back was facing you, but you saw how he nodded his head. You crawled to him, wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head on the scarred arm. Bucky tensed his back at the contact of your skins so close together “I told you Buck, you can’t change your past. What’s done it’s done and…” You yawned and your breath seemed to make him relaxed again “You shot Kennedy, so what? He was a lousy president anyway” You giggled “You shot Natasha once, so what? You are becoming friends now” He giggled as well “Look…” You let him go and crawled to his side “You have to accept that the Winter Soldier is a part of you that will never leave you because unfortunately… Someone really bad marked you the way they mark cows… With a burning thingy” Your sleepy brain made the worst metaphors in the universe, but you needed him to understand. You shook your head to make something coherent “The thing is that you can’t blame yourself for doing stuff…”
You have shaped the century… but I need you to do it one more time” He repeated one of Pierce’s last words “(Y/N) I have done terrible stuff… Not just stuff. I have killed innocent people-”
“Because you were wiped a hundred times and you were frozen a hundred more” You took his head on your hands and pressed your forehead against his “Buck, I know you don’t believe me, but at least… I don’t know… I don’t know what to say or do to make you trust me”
“I believe you and I trust you… Why do you think I came here in the first place?” He breathed.
“I don’t know… Maybe to make the rumors disappear?” You smiled “Everyone thinks you and Stevie have something… You know, with the whole until the end of the line thing…”
“Nah, Steve is my brother…” He laughed. His smile could really light up the universe “Hey, do you mind if I crash here tonight?”
“Be my guest” You replied, crawling back to the bed.
“Nice undies” Bucky pointed out with a smirk.

Cold Coffee

A/N: Very inspired of that lovely picture Ashton posted recently along with this mood board by @nightchannelsmikey​. I love it, it’s amazing all credits to her! 

Pairing: Y/N/University!Ashton

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

A smile broke on Ashton’s beautiful face features when he came outside of the coffee house down by his dormitory, the warm coffee in his hands heating up the skin even if the temperature outside was below the freezing point.

The crystal snow flakes glided down from bright white sky, the naked trees, dotted along the edges of the lane, groaned and mourned under the weight of the snow that lay innocently on their branches. Students around the park of the University were trying their best to walk through the paths which were still coated by the blankets of light white snow. They were laughing, holding onto each other to keep their balance from the icy frost.

His rosy cheeks were shocked when they met by the resistance of warmth hitting his skin as he walked inside again, and he let out a shaky breath by the sudden rising of the temperature. 

The maroon fireplace was lit to heat the whole entrance of the girls’ dormitory, wanting everyone to collect the heat before being met by the snow covering up the whole city over the cold night.

When he came to your door he stopped in track, thinking whether or not to just bark the door open or be polite and wait. He pressed his ear against the wooden door with furrowed eyebrows, trying to hear if you were puzzling around with your stuff, but taking him aback you opened the door with a smile on your lips.

“Impatient?” You lifted an eyebrow with a giggle by his current position and he straightened his back and reached his hand forward to deliver your coffee – a latte with marshmallows, caramel and a touch of fresh cinnamon.

“I didn’t want to wait for too long like last time.” He smiled and grinned by your attire, a big sweater of his and a huge black scarf twisted tightly around your neck. 

The both of you looked like someone who hadn’t observed the snow outside, but none of you wanted to wear your winter coats. It was just a small trip down to the morning class - Reflect of Am Society on Stage – something the both of you shared on your university schedules.

This was something you did every single day. Following each other to the morning classes with laughter and bright smiles to start out the mornings. At first, you wanted to switch between so you would meet up at his dormitory as well, but with your constant habit of being slow, Ashton decided that he would be the one showing in front of your door every morning with the same cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face that could light up your whole day.

“Last night I slept over my alarm. If it wasn’t for you constantly knocking on my door I wouldn’t have made it for the first class.” You grabbed your keys from your dresser and shut the door, heading down the hallway with him and took a sip of the warm coffee, just enough to give that burning sensation on the tip of your tongue.

“And breaking the pact? That would have been a shame.” Ashton commented and held the door for you, smiling brightly when you thanked him politely and walked outside, being welcomed by the sudden world of no other color than white.

You examined the whole place and felt the freezing temperature color up your cheeks in a bright red color, matching Ashton’s ones whose nose was starting to get the same scarlet red color. He was looking right ahead of him, his hand resting nicely right above your bum on the smaller part of your back, making sure that the two of you wouldn’t slip on the icy walks.

Your shoe attire wasn’t proper for this situation at all, the grey converse pushing down into the snow and icing the blood, making your nerves almost numb and your teeth starting to clapper by the lack of clothes you were wearing on your body.

“What?” Ashton asked, feeling your vibrations against his arm and he looked beneath his glasses to get a better look at you. Even if he was wearing the exact same layer of clothes like you, he seemed like someone who didn’t mind by the cold.

“I forgot my gloves.” You mumbled and looked over your shoulder, torn between hurrying back to get them or suffering through it the last mile until you guys were at the class. But your feet were so cold now it would have been impossible to even hurry back and besides you and Ashton were halfway there, might say it wasn’t worth the walk.

“What? Your hands are freezing?” He giggled down at you and took of one of his gloves, and you eyed him skeptically as he kept the other one on, but offering you the one he took off gladly. You accepted it confused and did as he motioned you to, putting it on your right hand and looking up at him for his next move.

Without looking at you and keeping his eyes on the horizon in front of him, his warm hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers, smiling by his move but avoiding the awaiting eye contact from you. Giggling softly by his goofiness you kept your hand in his, feeling his thumb caress and drawing patterns on the back of your hand.

It wasn’t the first time he had done it. It had been several occasions where he would do it but without looking at you, almost like nothing was happening. You had no idea where it was leading your friendship but it was something you enjoyed. The feeling of his hand against yours was one of the most magical things. And it was somehow showing to people that even though you weren’t a couple, you were still his.

“So it’s a cold day, huh?” He commented casually after some minutes of silence, looking down at you with the same contiguous smile he always wore.

You rolled your eyes by his way of handling the otherwise half awkward situation and nodded your head agreeing to his statement. This had gotten to be the coldest day to date but it was still so wonderfully beautiful and seemed to make people more connected to each other.

Honestly you didn’t know what was going on between the two of you. The more you guys met up at mornings the more your relationship would take different turns. Ashton would inch closer and closer to you by each day that passed by, without being aware of what he was doing, and if he did he would only shrug it off with a giggle, and you didn’t want to confront the situation.

It had become a rather touchy relationship where you guys in between were so offensive towards each other your friends would conclude it was hardcore flirting. But to you, it was only like a game, teasing the shit out of the other person and almost pretending to be an old wife and husband. The pair of friends who were totally perfect for each other but pretended like it wasn’t true.

You were the pair of best friends who did everything together, took the same classes, studied down at the library, kissed slobbery and cuddled around when you were drunk and one of your favourite things – drinking coffee in the morning. Ashton was the only friend that really made you feel like something special, someone you could commit yourself 100% to without feeling the fear of getting judged or misunderstood.

In people’s minds you guys were already the ultimate couple of the university. If there would be a contest on who would be the couple of the year people would vote for you because they were so sure that the way Ashton would glimpse down at you and the way you would be jumping onto his shoulder and cuddle into his chest wasn’t just the normal thing to do in a friendship. There was more to it than that.

Occasionally your friends would whistle at you, sometimes yell such things as “Do us a favor and get together fast, the anticipation is killing us” or simple just laugh at you guys. But regardless of the constant chants and teasing from your friends, you guys decided to shrug it off. Neither of you wanted to take the next step because you both thought it was nice having things as they were right now in the situation.

“So is your hand starting to heat up?” Ashton asked awkwardly, shrugging it off with a giggle.

“Stop being so awkward it’s making me awkward.”  You laughed along with him and nudged your shoulder into his, but agreeing to his words by a small nod with your head. He grinned down at you apologizing and ran a hand through his curly locks, dusting off the falling snow flakes that fell down from the sky.

An idea popped into his head, and he looked daring between the snow and your small form next to him, the tempting choice of doing something stupid lingering in his veins.

“Y/N, do you remember that time where Luke and I carried you outside your dorm at our first year and we rolled you around in the snow?” You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, not liking where he was leading.

“Yeah, you gave me pneumonia afterwards I was bedridden for days and had to cancel all my classes because of my fever and coughing.” Ashton laughed by the memory and slowly took the cup of coffee out of your hand, placing his and yours on top of the trashcan before he looked down at you daring.

“Ashton, no.” You warned, looking at him with daring eyes and he grabbed both your hands to intertwine your fingers, and he started to back you away from the benches and towards the grass area that hadn’t a single touch of a footprint.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame if it happened again? I mean, we need to inaugurate the new fallen December snow somehow and by giving you a small snow shower it would be a perfect way to start out the day. Not to mention when you get your hair wet you get the same cute matching curls like me that I know you adore so damn much.”

Without further ado, Ashton reached down to grab your thighs, lifting you up in his arms and laughed loudly by your constant squeals and begging to put you down. “You want me to put you down? Alright.” Ashton grinned and bowed down with you, and another squeal came from you in protest, “It wasn’t like that, Ash!”

“Well I’m just obeying to your request.”

When there were less than centimeters between you and the snow he cocked a small smirk before letting go, your body burying inside of the cold snow and a whine was loud from your lips in response. “Ashton you shit if you think you’ll get away with this you don’t know well.”

He looked at you challenging but his expression changed to a surprised one when you grabbed him by the shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of you but not enough to crush your body.

By his confused state it allowed you to take the chance of flipping you around, the two of you wrestling around the white wonder, the snowflakes clutching onto your bodies like dear life and making the both of you almost look like snowman. Ashton’s hair was a mess along with yours, barely seeing his brown locks and your cheeks were so red it almost stung in pain.

The military print on his sweatshirt was barely visible now, and he swore under his breath that he knew the two of you would be chattering your teeth throughout the whole class but it was worth it. Nothing could compares to hearing the two of you laugh your asses off while playfully teasing each other. You even took a shot of taking a handful of snow and forcing it under Ashton’s shirt, a girlish scream coming from him in response to the cold against his warm toned stomach.

The both of you were left breathless when you seemed to be defeated by Ashton, his hot breath ghosting against your face as he was hovering over you, your lips barely ghosting over yours. You giggled when he shook his head to get the snow out of his hair, falling down on your face like it was falling down from the sky.

“We should probably head back. Our coffee is getting cold.” He breathed and looked down at you with a soft smile, but you shook your head at him disagreeing while grinning.

“I love cold coffee in the mornings.”

Never Let Me Go

Title : Never Let Me Go

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,817

Prompt : Song “Never Let Me Go” by Florence and the Machine

Originally posted by tiedyedsunfl0wer

You jerked awake and inhaled sharply as your arms whipped out to your sides savagely. You let out a moan as you looked around. You were in the bed of that beach-side hotel. You raised a hand to muss it through your hair in frustration. It had been one of those stupid dreams; the kind where you are falling and you jerk awake looking like a flailing pelican.

Honestly, it could have been worse; you had nightmares of all sorts, so the falling dreams weren’t too bad.

They were just annoying.

And they normally woke everybody up.

You looked around sheepishly, hoping you had been quiet enough to let the boys rest for the evening. The current case had taken you and the boys all the way to St. Augustine, Florida in search of a pair of shape shifters. Despite your efforts, you still hadn’t managed to nab the creatures, and the four of you, after days of tireless research and interviews, were pretty much burnt out. Dean and Sam were particularly exhausted, so you hoped you hadn’t woken either of the brothers up. God knows they needed rest if you were ever going to find those shape shifters by the end of the week.

You glanced over to the other bed. Sam was lying still on his back, his hands resting on his stomach, his lips parted in sleep, his hair splayed out behind his head. Dean let out a soft sigh in his sleep, mumbling something next to his brother, his arm hanging over the side of the bed as he slept on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his face. They were still asleep.

You let out a sigh of relief and sat up. You glanced at your bed. Next to you, the bed was cold and empty. Not that you were surprised, but you were slightly disappointed. Castiel never really slept, but you wouldn’t have minded waking up to his face, the warmth of him. But he was gone, as usual.

In fact, he had probably retreated to heaven for a few hours before the hunt commenced again in the morning.

You looked at the alarm clock on the hotel’s bed-side table. It was 3:40 in the morning. You sighed and rubbed your eyes and stood up. You got yourself a drink and took the water bottle with you to look out the window. You had to pull the curtains to the side to see out. The beach had been lively until late that night, you could hardly fall asleep with all the noise and the lights from the bonfires, but now it was finally dark and quiet out on the sand.

The beach was totally empty.

Suddenly, a slight movement caught your eye. A tiny figure was walking along the wooden dock to the end of the pier. You blinked in surprise. Even from the distance, you could recognize the absurd trench coat and messy black hair.

It was Castiel. You watched him for a few moments as he walked out to the end of the dock. Then he stood there, still and stoic, like a statue, his gaze fixed out on the dark, rippling surges of waves in the ocean.

You turned to grab your hoodie and went out after him, closing the door as quietly as you could behind you. You scampered along the sand in your bare feet, kicking up white dust that sprayed across you shorts with each step. You pulled on your hoodie as you went, enjoying the sound of the waves and the feel of the cool sand and the smell of the sea on the air. You finally made it to the dock and padded out to the end. The walk was long and the boards creaked under your feet, but you were smiling the whole way.

The stars were shining beautifully in the night sky, and the moon was reflecting on the ocean waves as they peaked on the black horizon in silver mounds of temporary light. You could see where the universe ended and the ocean began; the swirling silver sapphire of the night sky disappeared into a sea of solid darkness that was the water.

You padded up on the board behind Castiel with a smile, hugging yourself as a cold wind nipped at your neck, whipping your hair from your shoulders. “Hey.”

Cas stared straight ahead, almost as if he didn’t hear you. For a moment you thought you had disturbed him and you thought of backing away, but to your surprise you suddenly felt a warm hand slip into yours. “Look.”

You blinked, staring out into the waves where Cas pointed. “What?”

Cas raised his other hand and pointed. “Over there.”

You followed his finger. “I don’t see anything.”

“Listen.”

You fell silent, focusing on the waves and the feeling of Castiel’s hand in yours. Just then you heard something add to the music of the ocean; a high, shrill note, a solemn hum. You blink as the water where Cas had pointed gave a great heave. Your lips parted in shock as you watched a large dark shape come humming out of the water, shining silver under the moon.

“It’s a whale…” You murmured breathlessly.

There was silence as the pair of you stared in silence as the whale’s back peaked over the waves and then slowly morphed back into the darkness. Its song, low and sweet, mingled with the rhythm of the waves, like music until it was silent again.

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you stumbled in to my car at 1:46 AM, your bright eyes wide and the soft curls of your hair draped over your forehead messily. truly drunk. and fuck, how you can still look absolutely perfect while you’re absolutely wasted is beyond me. the ability for me to romanticize your intoxication is probably fucked up, but looking at you while you’re in the passengers seat of my shitty car mumbling the lyrics to a blink 182 song- i cant help but for my rationality to be blinded by that iridescent smile painted across your lips. and god, i dont even know why you’re smiling at this point but i silently thank god for whatever sends you that rush of happiness because it’s responsible for that grin that shines almost as bright as the street lights reflecting in your eyes as you turn to look at me and scrunch up your nose, causing the constellations of freckles to collide together and you’re lacing my free hand in to yours as you ask me what i’m thinking about with that sweet giggle, my favorite sound in the whole universe and i don’t know how to respond because how am i supposed to explain that you’re the embodiment of all the light in my life- a single ray of brightness and a smile so illuminating it could put the stars to shame- when yours has glimpses of city lights following you everywhere you go?

You will know.
When it happens, you will know.
You’ll feel happier.
Lighter.
Your smile will be so bright, it could light up a whole room.
Your heart will melt whenever you speak with them.
You will feel like you have a purpose.
You may even WANT to be alive.
You know they are the only person in the universe that has the power to fix you AND completely shatter you.
You know you’re meant for each other.
Soul mates.
He’s the love of your life.
You’ve fallen.
Oh, you’ve fallen hard.
At least, that’s how it happened for me.
—  luna-titan

One thing the academy never taught was just how dark space really is. Of course, there’s the ever present dim light of the stars but that’s nothing compared to the vibrant sunlit hours of Earth.

At first, Jim hated it. He missed the golden fields of Iowa and the shimmering waters of the river alongside Starfleet. He missed the lazy afternoon rays that fell across his bed and cocooned him in warmth, gently lulling him into midday catnaps. And he especially hated that Leonard didn’t seem at all affected by the lack of sunlight.

He claimed that he was used to it and Jim supposed that he could understand that much. After all, the doctor could have weeks where he worked nothing but night shifts. And he was always up late studying for something or the other. Leonard more or less followed the cycle of the moon, waxing and waning on and then off again. The constant darkness of space must have felt nothing short of home to him. Yet it still drove Jim mad.

Then one day, when Leonard caught Jim simply soaking up the light of a passing nebula through the closest window he could get to, he decided to explain just why it was that he didn’t miss the sun.

“It never compared to the light in your eyes.” the doctor explained as a brilliant blush lit up his cheeks. His face held its usual gruffness but his eyes were soft and honest. “And your smile could illuminate the whole damn universe.”

Jim had grinned from ear to ear when he heard that and before he could even formulate a response, Leonard had walked away, grumbling under his breath about needing to get back to medbay.

After that, Jim started finding the sun again. It was there all along, right under his nose, he had just forgotten to open his eyes. It was laying beside him in bed every night. And he woke up to it every morning. It was the sweet nothings whispered in his ear every time that Leonard came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist. It was in the fevered kisses shared between them after long days and he could feel its warmth in Leonard’s arms.

Space wasn’t just an expanse of blackness, as Jim had previously thought. In fact, it housed two ever-glowing balls of light. One of them was inside of him all along. And the other took the form of Leonard McCoy.