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If You Only Knew

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky visiting you after you got hurt on a mission.

Words: ~500

A/N: Super duper short and quickie and bad, but it’s a little apology because I haven’t posted anything in millions of years & I’m super sorry for that.

Careful knocking coming from the door of your room dragged you awake from your calm sleep. You opened your eyes, rubbing your temples as the bright light sent hard waves of pain to gnash through your head.

Yet a bright smile took over your face as soon as you saw Bucky, peeking in from the crack of the door.

”Hey,” you smiled, letting out a soft laugh as you saw the big bunch of your favorite flowers in his hand. ”Please tell me you brought chocolate as well.”

His concerned frown losing in a battle with the amused smile, Bucky nod his head slowly. ”I did – Y/N, are you –”

”I’m okay, Bucky,” you smiled at him, nodding your head as a sign for him to come in. “To be honest, I’m way more than okay now that you’re here.”

Walking over to your bed, the brunet pulled you into his safe embrace, rocking you back and forth as his lips pressed gentle kisses to your hair.

”Gosh, Y/N I – for a moment I thought I lost you,” he mumbled, his heart arching in his chest.

”I know,” you whispered. ”But it’s just a little wound –”

”Little wound?” the brunet cried out, pulling slightly further from you. ”Doll, they shot you –”

You tried your hardest to fight back your laugh, yet failed as a bubbly laughter escaped your lips. ”To my leg, Bucky, and as much as I love to see the worried side of you, I truly am okay. The doctors said that I’ll be walking in no time –”

”Are you sure?” the man mumbled with a worried frown, letting out a relieved breath as you nodded your head. ”You know,” he spoke after a moment of silence, smirk taking over his lips, ”I’ll hate you forever for doing this to me.”

”For getting shot?” you snickered, making him space to lay next to you to the bed. ”How caring –”

”Just, stop talking, okay?” he laughed. ”It’s hard to be mad for you if you keep joking –”

”Oh, but I happen to know that you love it when I do that,” you chuckled, pressing your forehead to the crook of his neck. ”And to make a stop to all the hating,” you yawned, “I need you to love me.”

Smiling, Bucky played gently with your hair until your calm breathing told him, that you had fell asleep. Shaking his head with a smile, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

”If you only knew,” he then let out a soft laughter, “that I’m already in love with you, Y/N.”

T'Challa x Shy!Mute!F!Reader

Boss, Y/N. King T'Challa and Vision are at the door.“ FRIDAY says interrupting Tony and Y/N who were working on Rhodey’s leg braces. “T'Challa? What is he doing here? I thought he wasn’t coming back until next week.” Tony looked at you alarmed. ‘Let them in Dad.’ You sign at him before going back to the braces. “Let them in Fri”

“Kitty cat! What you doing back so early?” Tony asked T'Challa as he walked into the lab. “My sister Shuri is making me take a few days off as King.” T'Challa says before his eyes flickered over to you. “Who is this beautiful lady?” He smiled at you, causing you to blush and look back down at the braces.

Tony glared at T'Challa and stood in front of you so he couldn’t look at you. “That’s Y/N. My daughter. Who is off limits to you.” Tony growled. You smiled rolling your eyes behind Tony’s back. Vision smiled seeing Tony being overprotective.

“I just wanted her name Anthony.” T'Challa said. “Yeah right. Just know my baby girl is off limits. No flirting. No touching. No looking. No nothing. Stay away.” You threw your hands up from behind Tony. “Mr. Stark I believe Y/N is trying to get your attention.” Vision tells Tony.

“What is it kiddo?” Tony asked turning to you. ‘Can you stop being an overprotective ass and help me with this?’ You signed at him. “No. I’m not. I have to be.” Tony said as he helped you finish the braces. “Now your catness let’s talk while Vizh takes Y/N to Rhodes.” Tony says as Vision grabbed the braces leaving the lab with you.

'Vizh! He called me beautiful!“ You signed excitedly to Vision as you went to the elevator. "You look quite happy about that. Is that good?” You nodded. 'Yeah. Remember when you liked Wanda…well you still do. That’s how I feel about T'Challa. Since I first saw him.’

“A crush am I right?” You nodded. 'Yeah but unlike you and Wanda he doesn’t like me back.’ You signed. “Do you know that for sure?” Vision asked. 'Vizh he just met me. Plus who would like me? I’m a freaking mute. Shy as fuck. No one could like me.’ You say as the elevator stopped. Vision frowned, looking at you in concern. He did not understand why you would say anything like that. You were very beautiful and just because you couldn’t talk didn’t mean anything. He would talk to Rhodey or Miss. Potts later about this.

“Hey Y/N, Vizh. Where’s Tony?” Rhodey asked as you two walked into his room. “Mr. Stark is with King T'Challa.” Vision says as he sets down the braces on the bed.

“What’s he doing back so early?” Rhodey asked. “I do know but I will take my leave now. I will be back shortly.” Vision says before phrasing the ceiling. “He has to stop doing that and use doors.” Rhodey says causing you to chuckle silently.

….Later (Like three days)……

“I cannot believe he has the decency to flirt with my daughter. Every. Single. Day. Can you believe it Rhodes?” Tony ranted as he paced in the living room. “Tone. Y/N is eighteen. She isn’t a kid anymore. You knew this day would come.” Rhodey says from the couch.

“Y/N doesn’t like him. Right? Rhodey?” Tony asked looking at him. “Don’t know.” Rhodey shrugged. “You lie! Rhodey you know something. Tell me!” Tony pleaded sitting beside Rhodey.

“Tony it’s obvious. Everyone knows but you and T'Challa” “Wait….does Y/N my sweet precious baby girl like T'Challa?” Tony asked Rhodey who looked at the blank television screen. “Oh hell no! No chance in hell!” Tony jumped up from the couch.

“Tony. Leave the kids be. As long as Y/N’s happy that what really should matter.” Rhodey tells Tony. “FRIDAY pulls up the security fee of T'Challa and Y/N.”

A hologram appeared. You were laughing, smiling at T'Challa something you rarely did unless it was with Tony, Rhodey, Vision or the bots.

“Your a truly beautiful woman Y/N. I do not understand why you don’t see what I see.” T'Challa says as he lifts your chin up to look him in the eyes. Your face was beat red from blushing. “He better not or I swear I’m going t-” T'Challa leaned over and pressed his lips onto yours.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Tony yelled grabbing one of his Iron Man hand gauntlets. “Tony! Calm down!” Rhodey yelled after Tony who ran to the elevator.

“I’m gonna roast your furry ass if you don’t get away from my daughter!” Tony yelled as he stormed out the elevator. You and T'Challa pulled apart embarrassed.

Tony fired up his repuslor aiming at T'Challa who jumped out the way. Your eyes widened as you watched your dad shoot at T'Challa.

“Keep your filthy hands off my daughter or else I’ll…” Tony trailed off as he watched crystals travel up his gauntlet powering it down. He looked up at you in shocked. You stood in your mutant form which you never used.

“Y/N…you’re….using your powers” Tony said shocked. You nodded. Transforming back to your normal form. 'Dad I’m eighteen not eight. I’m old enough to take care of myself. I know it’s hard to see that I’m grow up but this is reality. I’ll always be your little girl but I’m just not as little you know’ You sighed at Tony who sighed.

“Fine. But I’m watching you.” Tony said glaring at T'Challa. “Ask my daughter on a proper date.” T'Challa smiled. “Y/N would you like to go out on a date with me tomorrow night?” You nodded smiling at him. “I’ll be waiting with my iron man suit too.” Tony hissed. “Now baby girl can you get these crystals off of me?”

Travelin’ Soldier

Bucky Barnes x Reader

alright here’s another sad one. didn’t hurt as much to write but i had tears forming. sorry again!

Author: Amanda

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Description: Bucky’s an awkward duckling and I love him very much.

A/N: Here’s another guilt drabble. I swear I’m working on Making History, but work is hell. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.

“Steve,” Y/N whined. “When’re we stopping for the night? We’ve been driving for hours.”  She shifted uncomfortably and rammed her legs into the back of Sam’s seat. In response, he reclined his chair and sandwiched her back against the car. “Ugh!”

Steve wearily sighed and watched Y/N struggle with Sam in the mirror. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and his friends, or should he say his children, weren’t making the trip easier. “Sorry, but it’s gonna be a few hours. Just try to take a nap, alright?”

“How? I can’t get comfortable!” she groaned.

“Deal with it,” Sam said with a smirk.

Y/N huffed and pounded her fists into the back of his seat. She looked at Bucky, eyes pleading for help, but he just shrugged and offered a sympathetic smile. He knew better than to sit behind Sam on a road trip. He turned and starred out his window, watching quietly as the trees blurred into the night horizon and the world passed him by.

“Fine.” Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out from under Sam. She scooted over and planted herself in the middle seat, kicking her feet up on the armrest. “Much better,” she sighed in content.

When she rested her body against Bucky’s, the breath hitched in his throat. His heart skipped a beat and pounded so hard that he swore she could hear it. He hadn’t had anyone be this comfortable around him in decades. Usually, they didn’t even want to look at him, much less touch him.

He liked the feeling, though. It was a cold night, and Steve insisted on leaving the AC on, but Bucky could feel Y/N’s warmth radiate through the fabric of her sweater. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. That okay, Jamie?” She asked and smiled up at him.

The flush rose in his cheeks and he just nodded.  “Good,” she yawned. She stretched as much as she could in the small space. Within an hour, she had fallen asleep curled against him, head resting gently in his lap. He tried to focus on anything other than her, but her sweet snores and sleepy mumbling strained his concentration.

Bucky tapped Steve’s shoulder. “Steve,” he whispered. “Steve we have to pull over.”

“Why, Buck?”

“Because Y/N fell asleep,” Bucky said.

“And?” Steve asked.

“You keep hittin’ bumps and I don’t want her to wake up,” he answered matter-of-factly. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it.

Sam scoffed. “Does the Winter Soldier have a crush?” He teased.

“No,” Bucky sneered, lying to himself. “I just want her to get some rest, okay?”  

Steve grinned over at Sam. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely crushing.”

“Bucky and Y/N sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-” Sam started.

“I hate both of you.”

To Make You His Wife

Summary: Bucky wanted to ask you to become his wife the day he met you. And now he finally bought the ring to propose.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,570

Warnings: fluff/angst

A/N: I got this idea while I was reading “Thinking Out Loud” by @bovaria and I couldn’t stop thinking about it since then. Please tell me what you think!

“It’s a beautiful ring”, Wanda exclaimed as Bucky showed her the ring he and Steve had bought not only an hour ago. It was the ring you’d seen a few months ago while walking with Bucky through the city after having dinner together at your favorite italian restaurant. The two of you had been walking down the shopping promenade and looked through the windows of the already closed shops when you spotted the ring through the window of your favorite jeweller. 

Excitedly you had shown the ring to Bucky and since the moment he had seen your eyes lit up when you pointed at the ring, he had known that this was the ring that he would use to propose to you. 

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Warming up (agent carter)

Where he is

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 980

Summary: With Bucky’s mission taking longer than expected, you don’t hesitate to throw yourself at him which Mama Natasha and Dad Steve to come.

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Be My Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Author’s Note: This idea literally came to mind after seeing these gifs of Seb in “Ricki and the Flash” Hope you like it!

It was another regular day for you in New York, singing loudly to yourself in the kitchen. You had your music blasting while you were washing dishes, swaying your hips to the beat of the song. You loved moments like this.

Until your door knocked, ruining the moment for you. You groaned and paused your music, making your way to the door to see who it was.

It was no other than your best friend, Bucky Barnes. What could he possibly need? He smiled brightly and greeted you with a hug.

“Uh, hey Bucky. I wasn’t expecting you to come over today.”

“Oh right, sorry I didn’t call you.”

You laughed and welcomed him into your apartment, closing the door from behind as he walked in. The both of you sat down on the couch in your living room.

“So.” You trailed off. “What’s up, Bucky?”

He smiled nervously at you, “I need your help on something.“ 

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Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

Cheering him up

Cheering him up

Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: “Could you do a Bucky X Reader in which he’s feeling down and the reader comforts him? Eventually it just ends up with them accidentally falling asleep with each other and Steve finds them all cuddled up.”

Notes: this is my first Bucky x reader fanfic so it my be a bit rough around the edges if you know what I mean. 

Warnings: one (kinda) swear?

You just arrived back from a single mission in Afghanistan to find the avengers headquarters empty. Most of the avengers (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Sam, Vision, Wanda) were all in Taiwan for a Gruesome battle against a terrorist organization. Your latest mission was to track down that terrorist organization and find out where they would be going next, which is Taiwan (obviously).

You sighed and exited the jet into the empty dim locker room. Quickly you took off your uniform and washed off the dirt and dried red blood from your clothing and skin. After your shower you changed into your favorite pair of yoga pants and an old tank top. You pulled on a hoodie and left the room and into the lounge area.

You heard a large thunder clap and your head snapped toward the window. It was now raining several hard on the window and a bright light of lightning lit up the film sky.

“Thank god the storm started now,” you absolutely hated flying the quinjet in a thunderstorm ever since you crashed one after a strike hit you. You were about to flop yourself on the couch when you heard something crash in the hallway. You ran to the bar and grabbed the gun that was underneath the granite countertop.

It’s probably just the wind blowing something over you thought to yourself as you started to walk down the hall quietly. You felt a light breeze coming from a room across from Steve’s room and decided that’s where the noise came from. Breathing in quietly you approached the room, you lodged your gun and barged into the room with your gun raised.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Bucky, I didn’t think you were here,” you dropped the gun in your hand and walked over to Bucky who was looking through a book.

“It’s fine (y/n), it has happened a few times here,” Bucky said as he looked up from his book. You looked into Bucky’s eye they seemed red like they have been crying.

“Have you been crying,” you said kindly as you took a seat next to him on the couch.

“No I just uh watched a sad movie that’s all,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at the tv remote which is in the same place as it always was.

“You can trust me Buck. You don’t need to lie to me.”

“Ok maybe i’ve been crying but it’s just because I’m just feeling down at the moment,” he said as he put his book down of the table beside him.

“Can I cheer you up in anyway,” you said with a smile.

“No.”

Your smile turned into a frown and you turned on the tv near his bed again, “well I am going to cheer you up somehow,” Bucky sighed as you got up and sat on his bed. He turned around to see what you were doing.

“What the hell are you doing (y/n)?”

“Buying the entire Star Wars movie collection so we can watch them together,” you pronounced with a smirk.

“What the heck is Star Wars,”you groaned and put your head in your hands.  

“I don’t know, maybe just the best movie trilogy ever!,” you got up from the bed and grabbed Bucky’s hand pulled him onto the bed so that he could see the movie screen.

“Whatever, at least I get to stop reading that book. Steve said I should read it and it sucks,” you laughed and the both of you leaned against the headboard of his bed.

The two of you stayed up late watching the movie trilogy. Most of the night was very quiet but there was the occasional gasp and laugh from Bucky but nothing compared to when he found out who Luke’s father was. He almost fell out of his seat next to you.

It was around 1:30 in the morning when Bucky and you fell asleep on his bed. You rested his head on his shoulder while Bucky slept with his arms around you and his head up. Your goal was fulfilled you have cheered Bucky up.

+++++

It was the early morning, you and Bucky were still fast asleep but the rest of the Avengers had just arrived back from Taiwan.

Steve walked back to his room quietly still wearing his now dirty uniform. He stood still in his doorway once he heard the Star Wars theme music coming from Buckys room.

He peaked inside the room, wondering why Bucky would be watching Star Wars and found you and Bucky were still asleep. Steve blushed as he saw the both of you together and went back into his room smirking.

“Damn buck you have always been the lady’s man.”

*rolls out of bed* 

*catches up on missed Setlock yesterday*

*sees Setlock from today*

*crawls back into bed*

*pulls covers over head*

Silence//Peter Parker x Reader

Anon Request

Prompts: 5 & 38

Word Count: 1055

Hope you like it anon, sorry if it seems a bit misplaced, i seriously didn’t know how to make this better and I didn’t want to make you wait

You had been in relationships before, but by far, you would count your relationship with Peter Parker as one of the weirdest ones. Why? Because the two of you never really talked. You had interacted, with pressed foreheads, intertwined fingers, and kisses of course, but once in a while, the thought of having a real conversation with your two month boyfriend seemed nice.

You tapped your knuckle against the door waiting for a answer.

“Who?”

“Y/N”

The door opened wide to reveal Peter and a smile,“Hey.”

“Hi.” You replied shooting back a grin,“Can I come in?”

He nodded, stepping aside, and allowing you to walk in before he closed the door and then swiftly grabbed your hand in his taking you to his bedroom. You noticed the blush creeping up his neck as you walked, in which you found adorable and would absolutely love to tell him yet, it seemed daring, since a pure conversation was to yet to be made between you two, and you didn’t want to do something to make him uncomfortable.

You kicked off your shoes as you usually did and then met Peter on his bed. And that’s how it would usually go. You would come over, lay on the bed together, maybe watch a movie, get some snacks and share some romantic gestures, but words? The only words that were said would relate to the type of movie to watch or snack to eat. That was it really.

Peter cleared his throat,“So, um, what movie do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine, really.”

“Okay.” He responded as he swung his legs over the bed and walking to his crate of files. Your eyes followed him, and you could see his built figure which was evident through his shirt, and that made you swoon, and that was something you wanted to tell him, for you knew he was insecure. But no, you didn’t.

You waited, staring up at his ceiling until you felt a dip beside you. The movie unfamiliar to you began playing on the television screen. And then your natural instinct to curl your head into his neck and let Peter rest his head on yours came into play, just like the other times you had hung out with him, and though you were very much okay with it, you couldn’t help but want more because you really liked him, really, really liked him.

The movie was halfway through and that was when Peter had decide to pause the movie. You knew what was coming, it was the same routine everytime.

You jumped from the bed as Peter had walked out to the kitchen and you followed. You always would jump on the counter, let him feed you questions of what to munch on and then back to the movie you would go.

“Poptarts?” He asked fishing through the top cabinet.

“Nah.”

“Popcorn?” Peter queried holding a small packet.

You nodded before he the fixed the bag into the microwave and then sat next to you on the counter.

Silence. That was all you ever really heard when you hung out with him. And it was driving you crazy. And you weren’t going to let it happen anymore, because the silence was now completely and utterly frustrating.

““Does it bother you that we barely ever talk?”

“W-What?” He stuttered.

“Does it bother you that we never really talk to each other? It’s just we always do the same thing. We watch a movie, cuddle, get a snack, finish the movie, and then we say bye and I kiss you if I’m lucky.” You blurted out before turning to Peter,“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I mean, do you?”

“No. To be frankly honest, I don’t.“

You sighed grabbing his hand,“Why didn’t we say anything to each other then?”

“I guess I, at least, didn’t want to mess this up.” He started,“Y/N, I really like you. And you thought we were going fast and I didn’t think you wanted that.”

You smiled wide,“I really like you too Peter” The boyish grin I found adorkable played to his lips,“And no. I don’t think we’re going fast or anything.”

“Can we just tell each other this stuff next time? Or anything, to each other, I mean only if you would like to. I just don’t want to make this a guessing game.“ He suggested.

You nodded,“Please, I would love that. One of those reason being of how I’ve been wanting to tell you how extremely built you are Parker. And its pretty hot.” You told him as you swung my arms around his neck.

“I’m flattered you noticed Y/N” He replied bringing his arms to your waist sliding you to his lap. Peter pressed his forehead against my own. Your heart was skipping beats and butterflies had engulfed my stomach. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

His lips were soft and gentle, and it was the first time you had really observed a kiss shared between the two of you. You could melt in his arms if you had wanted to, because Peter put so much devotion into that one kiss, you felt my heart on the verge of stopping. His teeth tugged on my lip and then he pulled away immediately.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t really know if that-”

You chuckled interrupting him,“You know what else I would like to tell you Parker? I like the way you kiss me.”You spoke honestly,“So don’t pull away so quickly.”

“So that was okay?-What I did?” He asked.

You laughed,“Yes Peter Parker that was alright.”

He let out a nervous breath, and then kissed you again, and all you felt was complete bliss.

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An Homage to Game of Thrones

In the words of the artist Kilian Schönberger:

“Game of Thrones is one of my favorite TV series. I like the quality of the camera work and the fact that the produces have searched inspiring places round the globe for the production design. Places that breath the spirit of the past - real locations combined with some CGI to create a medieval fantasy world. I recognized locations in Iceland, Scotland, Spain, Croatia and many other countries throughout the different seasons of GoT.  The only thing of "Game of Thrones” that’s missing nowadays at first glance are the epic landscapes since Central Europe is densely populated. Nonetheless there are remote wilderness-like areas left that pour on the charm of the series. So I continued my search for the mystical and magic locations in Germany and the surrounding countries and created this homage to the awesome series “Game of Thrones”. 

Check out previous features of Kilian Schönberger’s work following the links:

Brothers Grimms’ Homeland

Braveheart’s Legacy

Hallebros Forest

Brothers Grimm’s Fabulous Germany

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*internally screaming* SIRI KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!

Game of Bones

Snip Snip

Requested by: @awkwardsituation101

Since you take requests I’m going to annoy you some more if that’s okay. A Bucky x reader where she wants short hair so he helps her cut it? Thank you, you fantastic human

A/N: Idek I just really liked writing this it was so cute, thank you so much for the request! Keep em coming I’ll write whatever you guys want! Btw it took all the self-control in the world to not name this Snip Snap Padiwack or Snip Snip Motherfucker…

Warning: nada just enjoy!

Words: 1272

Bucky Barnes x Reader (they have like mid-back length hair but it’s gender neutral)

You were in one of the many bathrooms of Avengers Tower, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, throwing a long, wet lock of your hair over your shoulder. You bent over, pulling all your hair to the crown of your head, attempting to make a ponytail. You frowned again. Next, you twisted your hair around itself, trying for a bun. Still, this did not satisfy you. Braids? No…Ponytails? No…Fishtail? No…Curly, straight, wavy, it just wasn’t settling with you. You could find no satisfaction in the long tresses of hair falling past your chest.

Eventually, you gave up, and, gathering your things, you left the restroom. You had been in the showers connected to the training room, having just come from a workout. You were now in sweats and a light, loose fitting pajama shirt, figuring that you would just take the rest of the day easy. However, now, as you made your way to the floor that was home to your bedroom, you pondered doing something else.

Throwing your gym bag onto the floor as you entered your room, you enter the bathroom within your bedroom. It was identical to all of the other bathrooms that were connected to the other bedrooms in the Avengers Tower. when you walked in, the shower was to the left. The sink and toilet were to the right, and a small table composed of drawers was straight ahead.

You strode over to the table, digging around for a handheld mirror and a pair of scissors. After you found what you were looking for, you walked over to the sink, once again staring at your reflection. You spun around so your back was to the mirror on the wall. You help the other mirror in front of you so that you got a nice view of your back through the reflections of the mirrors working together. Your hair fell down to your mid back.

After some more experimentation, you realized that it was a feudal attempt, trying to reach around yourself to try to snip off the hair in the dead center of the back of your head. Plus, even if you could reach it properly, there was no way the ends would even resemble a straight line.

Sighing, you placed your tools on the sides of the sink and left your room, searching for help. Fortunately, while turning a corner, you literally ran into Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky!” You gasped, jumping backwards, “Lord, you scared me!”

“Sorry, darling,” Bucky said, rubbing his hands together, “My bad.” He let out a light laugh.

“No, it’s fine,” You said, grabbing his hand, “I need your help.”

Your fingers entwined with his as you led him to your room. You guys had been going out for almost a year now, and it was the happiest either of you had been in a while. Bucky especially.

When you got into the bathroom, you handed Bucky the scissors.

“O…kay?” Bucky asked.

“I want it off, Buck,” you said, pulling your hair to rest in front of your shoulders, “All of it, now.”

“All of it?” Bucky seemed incredulous, “Don’t you, like, wanna go an inch at a time or something?”

“Nope,” you stated, shaking your head, “I want it up to here,” you gestured to the top of your shoulder, “We can match.”

Bucky still looked very unsure about this whole thing. He looked at you, slightly concerned, as if you might have lost your mind but he wasn’t quite sure if he should be extremely worried or not yet.

“You’re sure you wanna do this, (Y/N)?” Bucky asked, “Because what if you do it and then you wish you hadn’t?”

You sighed and plopped down onto the edge of the bathtub.

“Bucky, I swear, I want to do it. Would you please just help me?” You asked, you were growing a little frustrated by his unsureness.

Bucky sat down next to you on your left and placed his hand over yours which had been gripping the side of the tub. He looked you straight in the eyes and gave you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, doll, I just don’t want to mess up.” Bucky told you, his hand still on yours, “Maybe you could cut a little in the front just so I can see where you want it at.”

Bucky was much more comfortable after you had shown him. He had held the mirror for you so that you could cut the first peice. You handed him back the scissors and straddled the tub, one foot inside it and one foot on the cool tiles outside of it. Bucky sat the same way behind you. The cold fingers of his metal hand brushed over the skin of your neck when he went to move some hair over your shoulder. Your flesh erupted in goose bumps at the sudden unexpected change in temperature. Bucky pressed a warm kiss to the same spot and let out a soft “sorry” against your skin.

You were pretty nervous now that Bucky had started, but it calmed you down that it was him doing this and no one else. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the soft sniiiip as the scissors cut through your hair, the soft ends tickling your skin as they fell onto the floor or into the bathtub. It went on for quite some time. You guessed that Bucky was trying to take his time, making sure he got the edges perfect the first time around.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked a few times. You would just hum back a reply, keeping your eyes closed, trying to keep still, and trying not to think so much about how much lighter your head was starting to feel.

Finally, after seemingly a few hours, but what turned out to actually be only half of one, you were done.

“Okay,” Bucky said as he flicked a few last hairs off of your clothes, “You’re done.”

You went to grab the smaller mirror but Bucky snatched it away, “Wait, wait, wait, this calls for the big mirror.” Bucky smiled as he clamped his hands over your eyes.

He guided you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Even though it was all dark, you could navigate the room pretty well, having lived there for almost your whole life. However, there were a few toes that were bumped and arms that were bruised, but that was alright because you loved hearing Bucky laugh and he thought the same about you.

Bucky steered you over to the wall with a full-body mirror on it. He positioned you directly in front of it and then all at ones he snatched his hands away and let a quiet “ta da!”

The first thing you did was run your fingers through it. It was so great to only have about a foot of hair. It was crazy, but it was great. Your mouth hung open slightly, but all you could do was touch your hair. This was so wonderful!

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked, hope and nerves seeping into his speech.

You turned to him and your arms flew around his neck, “I love it Bucky! Thank you so much I could not have done this by myself!”

Bucky laughed, wrapping his arms around your back and smiling into your short hair, “Thank God, I think I was more nervous than you.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head and the two of you got ready to go to dinner, you bouncing with excitement to show the rest of the team.

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. [ PETER PARKER x READER imagine ]

Peter Parker x Reader 

Prompt : [y/n] can’t sleep because of the noise from the party coming from the appartment above hers. She decided to go confront her new neighbor.

Warnings : Swearing [woops] , mention of fight, blood.

Be indulgent with me, it’s the first thing I write in TWO freaking YEARS, feedback is always appreciated

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The music was blasting in the whole residency. It was almost 1 A.M. when she was waken up by disturbance coming from the appartment above hers. “ Welcome to the Queens, “ she growled, putting her duvet on her face. It’s been two weeks only since she moved in this neighborhood with her father and she already regretted her father’s choice of career. First, she moved out of Maine, where she was borned and raised, then he decided to accept the promotion his job offered him, clearly the appartment was bigger than the last one, but he had a lot more hours to work. [y/n] has been busy all that time by getting the stuff out of the boxes, store all that business and by throwing out the box, discover the neighborhood a little.  She glanced at her room, cursing at the noise’s responsible. It was the last day of the holidays and even if she knew she couldn’t sleep well with the idea of passing her last high school year without her friends, surrounded by unknowns people, she would rather be in silence. She turned her back and try to get back to sleep. One hour later, music was still on. She sat up straight, ready to kill someone. She was a very calm person, but better not risk to piss her off. And she was, pissed off. She put off some sweetpants, an Iron Man sweatshirt, her sneakers and decided to go visit her so-lovely neighbor. She closed the door with her keys and she climb up the stairs two by two. In front of the door, she changed her mind, saying to herself that she better not start to argue with the neighbors, at least for her dad. She was about to turn her heels, when she heard a group of people, apparently drunk, shouting from the other side of the door. She fumed. “ Never mind, I’m probably not the only neighbor who is pissed off. “ she tried to reassure herself. She banged several times on the door before a boy opened it. He was quite young, probably the same age as her. The hair were messy, the eyes were browns, and there were a stupid grin on his face. She looked at him sternly, understanding that he was quite loaded. “ - You’re the one living here? She asked - Yes, Yes, that’s me, to whom have I-I the honor?” We could sense how concentrated he was to answer. “ - Me, your new neighbor from below. It’s more that 2 A.M. So do a favor to everyone living here and shut the music please “ she blurted. She astonished herself ; she kept her temper while saying everything she wanted to say. Well done, [y/n]. She looked at him fixedly until he react. He let out a curse and an apology and went into the meanders of his appartment full of people. After a few seconds, she heard the music being shut and people complaining at the host. He came back after a moment without failing falling on someone, before reappear in front of her. “ - Thank you neighbor, I- “ She was cut by people leaving his appartment, greating your neighbor, wishing him a good night. They shoved him a little and she took a step back, not wanting to know the same fate. He grumbled about the cleaning and put his attention on her “ - I don’t remember your name, new neighbor, he joked - It’s because I didn’t gave it to you, neighbor. By the way, nice buddies, very helpful for the cleaning. - That’s not really my “buddies”, they’re mostly high school colleagues, in fact. I had the appartment for myself so I thought “ well, I can have a party”, “ he muttered, looking at his feet. She sighed and start to go away. “ - Well, I have to go, neighbor, but remember that just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Good luck for cleaning this mess. “ She waved at him before go down the stairs. “ - Thanks! I’m Peter…. by the way “ he called before heading home. He scratched his head, admiring the terrible mess left by his “friends”. He started cleaning up, fearing her aunt’s coming home early. Spider-man would have trash to take out tommorow. 

She had the occasion to see him the next day. Happened that Peter Parker and her shared a few classes, in this new high school which was very much the same at her last. Peter was well different from the person she had met the day before. He was more of a loner and the people leaving his appartment yesterday , acted like they didn’t knew him. He had raised his head when she presented herself in class in the first period, recognizing the young woman he talked with the day before. She chatted with a few classmates and ate with them at midday. Even in Maine or here in New York, the schema was the same : sports guys’ table, cheerleaders’ table, geeks’s table, loners’ table, gothics’ table,etc.. She sighed, she wasn’t the type to girl to worry about thoses clichés, but she had to admit she felt lucky that she never been on the bottom of the social ladder. Even if she never had been of the top neither, thankfully. The idea of being the cliché girlfriend of a football player made her want to throw up. After lunch, she excused herself to go to the toilets. She put some fresh water on her face, to give her some courage for the rest of the day. While she was coming out of the toilet, she heard a thud from the other wall. She took a look before coming out, and saw a little crowd of football player in front of a locker. “ So Parker, you didn’t thanked me for bringing people to your party? Without me, I think you would have spend the night with your calculator! “ A player said, laughing, she remembered one of her classmate calling him Flash. She took a step aside , seeing Peter, blocked by Flash’s arm against one of the locker. Peter didn’t seemed to be bothered by the situation and kept the silence, which happened to anger the other. “ You seriously going to let me hit you without reacting? I’m more dissapointed by you that I already was Parker. “ he slipped in a surly tone.We could feel that his ego was touched, caused by the silence treatment Peter was giving him. Peter grinned, knowing he would pissed off the other and that he was going to get punched. He was waiting for the impact, but it didn’t come. Instead, a voice resonated behind Flash and his band. “ - Hey guys, can I get a high five? Because, attacking a personne and being four ? No, realy, what bravery, I applaud. “ [y/n] dropped, trying to be as cynic as possible. - Get away, newbie, you don’t want to have us on your back on your first day, do you ? Barked one of Flash’s sbire. - Oh yes, I’m going now, I’m impressed. Excuse my imprudence, she quipped, doing a little bow. Flash let go of Peter’s collar and came dangerously close from [y/n]. “ - Wanna play smart ass, but now, what are you’re gonna do? Saying, trying to get as close as he could from her, his hands in tight fists. - I let you the honnor to start, I’m not use to start fights. “  She felt her face going on the right side as she watched Flash fist moving, a smile on his face, obviously proud of himself. [y/n] smirked, touching her lip. She looked at her bloody thumb and smiled. He had managed to really pissed her off.  “ On the other hand, I’m used to finish them “ she slipped before catching her shoulder. As Flash reverted his attention to her, she made an arm lock and managed to get him strap up on the floor. She landed four well-placed punch, one at his cheekbone, one at his nose, another one at his jaw and the last one at his brow bone. She stood up normally, looking at the others. “ Who’s next “ she peered. The others apologized and get Flash back before leaving, under [y/n]’s smile. She then turned to Peter, still standing at the locker. She surprised herself by being afraid of his reaction, but been even more surprised when this one applause. “ - Well, I’m glad I turned down the music last night, he laughed - Instead of taking danse class, my father had me teached how to defend myself. Even if the danse classes I took after helped me to associate elasticity and defense. “ she chortled, realizing that she was telling her life to a complete stranger. But weirdly, she liked that Peter Parker, there were something mysterious about him that she enjoyed. He laughed and become serious again while looking at her face. “ But you should get some water on your lips because you’re bleeding well” He stuttered, not really knowing what to do. She carried her hand back to her lips, and laughed while whipping the blood, leaving Peter and going back to the toilets.She put some water on her lips and a few minutes later, the bleeding had stopped. She came out and was surprised to see Peter waiting for her.He scratched his head and as he was about to talk, the bell rang in the hallway, now full of people. They went silently to they classroom and take their places. The end of the day came quickly, Peter and [y/n] could admire Flash pushing everyone on his way. It was sure, his ego has took a big ass punch. [y/n] spend her way back home talking to Peter, they went along quite well. She talked to him about a movie, and she asked him if he wanted to come to her appartment so she could lend him the DVD and he accepted. Coming home, she was surprised to see the door unlocked but felt relieved when she saw her dad’s imposing stature in the kitchen. “ - Dad it’s me! I didn’t expected you this soon! she exclaimed, hugging her dad from behind.Peter took a look of the appartment living room and turned back when he heard [y/n]’s dad laughed. - You think I was going to miss your first day of class? He laughed but his smile dissapeared when he looked at his daughter. What happened? Did you get into a fight? - Yes.But nothing serious.You should see the other one’s face. You know I can take care of myself, she hinted trying to ease her dad. It was the case. - Just because you can doesn’t mean you should , he protested, ruffling her her. “ She groused before remembering her neighbor’s presence.  “ - By the way dad, this is Peter Parker, we have a few classes together and he lives on the apartment above us. Peter, this is my dad. “  She stepped aside and left the two men chat while looking for her DVD. “ - Nice to meet you kid, I’m mister Castle, but you can call me Franck. - Nice to meet you Sir “ he stummered, shaking his new neighbor’s massive hand. “ [y/n] reappeared giving Peter the DVD and they went to the door. “ - You’ll tell me your opinion! - No problem! See you tomorrow, warrior “ he joked before heading home. He was greeted by his aunt, who questionned him about how his day went. He answered quickly, claiming having a lot of homework. In his room, he thought about how crazy this day has been, mostly about the encounter with [y/n]. She exuted something special and her reflexes where on point. He laughed quietly, wondering if she could stand before Spiderman. After he was done with his light homework, and that he was sure her aunt was going out for her night shift, he put on his hero’s costume. As Peter Parker, he had time to think about his aunt, his studies, the bullies who thought they were scaring him, about [y/n]. But as Spiderman, he had to put thoses things aside. Especially since a few days, the human spider had found a new enemy. What was at first an urban legend just litteraly came alive. Coming back to the Queens, where he was born, the man was following no rules and allowed himself to kill a lot of people, from the mafia for sure, but people still. He was webbing from buildings to buildings and landed on a rooftop. It dominated the city, and he could listen to the police’s radio so he could find that man. He was easy to be identified, this man has been awarded the nickname ; the Punisher.

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Broken Heart- A Peter Parker Imagine

Anonymous Requested: Can you write one where Peter comes to YN’s really hurt and she has to patch him up and make sure he’s safe and no in anymore pain, a few weeks after he tells her he’s Spider-Man and he tries to break up with her but she’s like, No im kinda in love with you, and maybe they end up sleeping together or something? (Doesn’t have to be sexual- preferably not lol)

Broken Heart

A rapid knock at your window awoke you from your slumber. You were so close with Peter that you could tell the difference between his knocks based off of his moods. His usual knock was very playful, but this rapid succession knock let you know that whatever it was was an absolute emergency. You looked over at your clock and it read 2:06 in the morning. What could Peter have done at 2 in the morning? You crawled out of bed and opened up the window, Peter falling in, quite literally. You gasped as you could see your carpet build up blood from Peter.

You rushed over to him, and rolled him over. He winced in pain as he held his arm which had a long cut running down it. “Peter, what happened?” you asked, as you ran to get towels. You applied pressure to the wound and looked up at him to see him looking in concentration. “I got in a really bad biking accident”. You knew that this was a lie because of how long it took for him to come up with that. You let it slide however because he was in enough pain as it was. You bandaged him up and hugged him tightly, thankful that he was ok. “I’m glad you are ok,” you whispered against his chest. “Yeah, me too,” his mind wandering to the truth.

The truth came a few weeks later. You had started to grow distant and Peter knew it was because you felt that he wasn’t being truthful. He knew it was time to come clean. He asked if he could come over to your house, which was unusual since he always just came over unannounced, which is what you liked about him. You knew that something was going to happen, you just didn’t know what. He came in through the window as always, but the look on his face told a different story from the usual face Peter had. “Peter, what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing that he was upset. He just told you to sit down on the bed next time. You sat next to him and slipped your arm through his, but he just slid out of your touch. “[Y/N], I need to be really honest with you,” was all he was able to say. He started to fidget with his hands, which was something he did when he was nervous.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter turned to face you. “There’s no lighter way to put it: I’m Spiderman. I was bit by a radioactive spider and I now try and protect the city. That’s why I came to your house the other week, I had been fighting someone and I got hurt. I’m so sorry”. You gave him a confused look. “Why are you sorry?” He stared in your eyes for a second, almost contemplating his next words when he said, “Because I’m breaking up with you”.

You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “No, you can’t break up with me”. He gave you an estranged look and asked “What do you mean?” You gave him a serious look and said “Because I’m in love with you”. You two had never said those words before, so it took Peter aback for a moment. “[Y/N], I love you too, but I’m doing what’s best for you”. You knew he meant no harm but his words brought rage in you. “You’re doing what’s best for me? If you were doing what’s best for me, you’d ask me. I love you and you love me, you don’t have to worry about keeping me safe. Staying together is what we should do. You can’t fight with a broken heart,” you held onto Peter as if your life depended on it. He held onto you back after a moment, knowing you were right. 

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Caught (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky catches the reader singing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: a few swears?

(M/f/n) = male friend’s name

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You and Bucky shared a floor in the tower and were quite close. He’d come home late from a mission yesterday so you assumed he’d be sleeping in late. So you took the opportunity to bake him a bunch of cakes and biscuits.

During your baking, you FaceTimed one of your friends (m/f/n) and you played cheesy love songs which the two of you were singing along to.

Bucky walked down the hallway very early on in the playlist, while you were singing loudly to “Careless Whisper” by George Michael. He’d decided to stay quiet and hidden to see what you were up to without scaring you.

He’d managed to not be caught for at least half an hour, listening to terrible renditions of songs like “Every Breath You Take” or “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing” and he’d only just managed to stifle his laughter at your ridiculous singing and dancing to “Take My Breath Away” from the Top Gun film you’d made him watch a few weeks back.

About halfway through “I’ll Make Love To You” you pointed at your iPhone to your friend as you sang the chorus. Bucky craned his neck to see what you were pointing at and his heart dropped when he saw you’d been FaceTiming a guy this whole time, and that all those songs were probably aimed at him.

He sighed as he began to walk away and his disappointment made his presence known to you, “Bucky! You’re awake!” You ran up and hugged him and he forced a smile.

“Hey, what’s with the fake smile mister?” You could see right through him.

“I’m just tired from yesterday, (y/n), I’m alright.”

“Well that’s why I made you all this!” You spread out your arms and gestured to all the cakes and cookies that were cooling on the counter.

“Ah thanks (y/n).” He hugged you.

“You don’t seem very surprised about it.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well-uh… I may have been watching you singing and dancing for a while now.” He said with a small smile - genuine this time.

Your jaw dropped, “Ah fuck, how long exactly?” You asked, hoping for a good reply.

He thought for a second before replying, “Umm, the first song I remember was George Michael.”

You grabbed your laptop and looked at the playlist. “Shit, that was like 40 minutes ago. Oh god this is embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands before a voice spoke up, “I’m still here you know.”

“Oh shit, sorry (m/f/n). I’ll talk to you later okay, I need to gather up my dignity. I’m never gonna dance again.” And you mentally cursed your choice of words when you heard Bucky murmur ‘my guilty feet have got no rhythm’.

“Alright, no worries, speak later.” He spoke and you hung up.

“Who’s that?” Bucky asked, expecting the worst.

“Oh that’s just my friend from my old work. Cheesy love songs are kinda our thing.” You smiled to yourself and then looked up at Bucky, who looked a lot happier than before.

“What’s perked you up all of a sudde-?” You asked before being cut off by his lips on yours.

You broke apart for air. “I thought he was your boyfriend and that’s why you were singing those songs.”

“God no, we’re just really close friends.” You said through giggles.

“Good.” Bucky smiled before kissing you again before an obnoxious beeping sounded in the room.

“Oh fuck, the gingerbread is burning.” You ran to the oven to take them out and put them on a cooling rack.

You sauntered back over to Bucky, “where were we?” And you began to kiss again.

“Ah yes! Food! Thanks for telling me FRIDAY!” You pulled apart as Tony practically shrieked as he entered the kitchen and went to pick up a gingerbread before dropping it and squealing at the heat of it.

“Hands off Tony! They’re for Bucky.” You snapped and he stepped back.

“What, all of it?” He asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Yep. Now get lost.”

“But (y/n).” He whined, drawling out your name.

“If I let you take a rack of cookies, will you leave us alone for a little while.” Bucky offered.

“Yes! Definitely! Wait, why do you wanna be left alo- oh gross!” He looked in disgust and picked up a rack and sprinted off.

You both giggled and carried on with no more interruptions.

I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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Text imagine: You find a spider in your bathroom so you (naturally) call your boyfriend, Peter, to come deal with it  

Requested by: Anonymous (The original request was for the reader to find a spider in their bedroom, but I changed it a bit to fit the situation. Hope that’s okay!)  

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Nina clung to her father desperately. They had been fortunate enough to get back to America unnoticed. The little girl’s cheeks were stained with tears and snot. She hadn’t stop crying since the incident.

Out of fright, Nina had made the animals go into a slight frenzy. In the confusion, a guard accidentally let the arrow fly from his bow. Having seen it, her mother threw Nina to the side before the arrow plunged into her heart. Shaken, but realizing the need to get his daughter safe, Erik had grabbed Nina and left.

Now the pair was standing in front of a large mansion. The moon was high in the sky. As if sensing them, the door opened to reveal his old friend. Charles greeted them with a somber expression. Erik, while holding Nina on his hip, walked over to him.

“I don’t suppose you already looked,” Erik rasped, half-hoping he did so he didn’t have to say it. Charles nodded. He licked his lips, eyes tearing up. “I am so sorry, Erik. Come on in.”

Charles wheeled into the house, the two following. Nina wiped her hand against her nose before resting her head on her father’s shoulder.

“I’ve already set up a room for the two of you,” Charles explained quietly, “It’s your old room, actually.” Erik nodded, chest still heavy. Charles spun to face him. “I suggest the two of you sleep. Then we can talk in the morning.” Erik nodded again. He spoke, voice coming out shaky, “Thank you, Charles.”

The man smiled while giving a nod. Without another word, Charles spun back around, continuing to lead the pair through the quiet halls.

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24. “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”_____________________________________________________________

“Dan Reynolds, put that down!” you yell across the chaotic apartment, rushing towards the mischievous seven year-old holding the kitchen knife. He grins at you and drops it on the floor with a clatter before rushing away to find another part of the home to wreak havoc on.

Whoever said babysitting is fun is a dirty liar.

Placing the knife safely back into the block, you turn around and look for where the little monster went. Then you hear a knock on the door. Groaning, you head towards the door, already thinking of how you’re going to tell Mrs. Reynolds that you can’t babysit anymore. You cry out when you trip over something just as you reach the door, and you place your hands against it to regain your balance.

Looking down, you see another one of Dan’s shoes. “Daniel, if I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away!”

With that said, you open the door, and are shocked to see a cute boy around your age, smiling softly down at you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I-I’m Peter. I live in the apartment next door.”

You smile bashfully up at him, internally wishing he didn’t see you in this state. “I’m (y/n).”

He smiles crookedly, and your heart melts a little. “So, you’re the Reynolds’ babysitter this week?” You nod. “That’s a crazy thing to take on. Do you mind if I come in?”

Shaking away your mindlessness, you open the door wider and allow him to enter. “Watch out for the shoes,” you warn.

Peter looks around the home, and a blush dusts your cheeks at the state of the apartment. “You know,” he says, “this is the best I’ve seen this apartment when sitters come.”

You scoff. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Daniel!”

“Peter!” You hear the little boy squeal before he comes flying around the corner in his pajamas (that you barely managed to get on him) and hugs Peter around the tops of his legs.

Peter laughs, and your mouth drops open in shock. “Hey, kiddo. Having fun?” Dan turns around and gives you his mischievous grin again and nods. You resist the urge to scowl down at him. “Good!” Peter exclaims. “But it’s time for you to go to bed, but first you have to put your shoes away like (y/n) said.”

Dan crosses his arms and fixes Peter with a glare. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

Dan’s eyes widen with shock and fear and he rushes away, beginning to pick up his shoes and put them on the rack by the door. You look up at Peter in shock. “How–”

“If there’s one thing you need to know about Dan, it’s that he’s terrified of his mother.” Peter laughs. “Kinda weird, actually, because his mom is the sweetest and,” he leans over and whispers, “spoils him rotten, if you can’t already tell.”

You laugh, and watch as Dan trudges toward his bedroom, mumbling a half-hearted “good night.” Peter and you say it back, and you finally get a good look at the apartment. “This is going to take forever to clean up,” you realize.

Peter glances over at you, and now, it’s his turn to blush. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail with strands falling out, but he couldn’t care less. And your eyes are beautiful. He gulps and looks away before you notice him staring. You just might be one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met.

“You know,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I could stay and help you clean up.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Oh, no no no, that won’t be necessary, you’ve helped enough already.”

“I don’t mind!” Peter insists, already moving to the kitchen and putting dishes in the sink. “With two of us, it shouldn’t take as long.”

Smiling, you move to the living area and begin to pick up the various toys and put them in a basket that the Reynolds’ keep for Dan. You and Peter make small talk as you work, and he’s right–it does go much faster than it would if it was just you. Sooner than you would have liked, the two of you are done cleaning, and you stand at the door together.

“It was really nice to meet you, Peter,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you so much for all of your help.”

“Anytime.” He grins. “The next time you babysit, I’ll be happy to come over again. The Reynolds’ know me, so I’m sure they don’t mind.”

Your heart drops–you weren’t planning on babysitting for Dan ever again–but flutters when you think about seeing Peter again. “Sounds good to me.” You smile.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um, could I, maybe, have your number? We could go see a movie sometime, or do something else, or…” He trails off, laughing as a blush comes over his cheeks. You’re blushing too.

“Sure,” you whisper, getting your phone out of your pocket. He smiles, and the two of you exchange numbers, before continuing your awkward stalemate by the door. He’s smiling adorably down at you, and you up at him. Neither of you want to leave quite yet.

Gathering your courage, you stand up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Peter.”

By now, he’s blushing madly. “Bye,” he whispers. You smile once more at him before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you smile to yourself. There’s something about that boy.

Little do you know, he’s skipping back to his apartment, thinking the same thing.

Worry - Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1351 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Featuring: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Warnings: slight angst Requested by anon “what’s up ;) lmao that was weird anyways, how would you feel about making a tony stark oneshot/imagine (because he doesn’t get enough love) where maybe the reader is dating tony and he has kept her in a safe house also (like clint does) and they find out about her after the location has been compromised and she was attacked/killed ;)) wow I’m angsty af and this was very descriptive sorry!!! love you and your writing!!” Authors Note: I love writing cute Tony so this was a must.

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“Yes, Tony, I’m perfectly fine.” You smiled into the phone, as you cooked yourself lunch.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You laughed. “What has got you so freaked out?”

“I don’t know, I’m just, scared.” He sighed.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s called a safe house for a reason, remember?” You told him, as you continued to make a sandwich.

“I guess you’re right.” Tony said, quietly. Tony took a page out of Barton’s book and put you in a safe house when you two fell in love and things started to get dangerous. Being engaged, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. It anyone to know that you existed- not even his teammates.

“I’m babysitting the Barton children today, remember? We’ll be fine.” You reminded him. Okay, Clint was the only one who knew you existed, which was okay. Tony trusted him, since he does have a family. And it gave you a chance to make friends with the family and their children- and be able to babysit.

“Be careful.” Tony said.

“Stark?” You heard a voice- probably Steve Rogers.

“Yeah?” Tony answered, moving the phone away a bit.

“Are you on the phone?” He asked.

“Mhm.” Tony said.

“Is it important?”

You could hear Tony sigh. “I guess, not.”

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Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

Imagine request: Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Deadpool’s little sister and he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland) knowing Deadpool, he becomes over protective because he doesn’t want her getting hurt or being in danger.

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

Note: Woo hoo! Another imagine! I thought these 2 would be cool together… just wait and read.

“Peter, shhh.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, trying to quiet down.

“If he hears us, so be it.” Peter tugged you into another kiss, flipping you onto the bed, where he was on top of you.

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Nightmares. (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier Imagine)

I haven’t done a Marvel imagine before so bare with me. 

I hope you enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You possessed a special ability that let you look into people’s possible futures and pasts. Before meeting the Avengers, you had no control. You’d just touch someone or look into their eyes and see their future or past. You’d feel their pain of a loss or their end. But over the months, you’ve gotten a better grip of your power. Now, all that was needed to activate your powers was a touch.

Except when nightfall came. Your mind would replay all the terrible things you saw. If someone saw their parents getting murdered and you saw that event unfold through their eyes, you would be haunted by the moment at night. You couldn’t control it once your eyes closed and you were sent into a slumber. 

But Tony and Bruce came up with special medicines that would help you sleep aimlessly. It made you feel like a mental patient but if a goodnight’s sleep is the benefit, you were willing to pay the price. 

Bucky would often have night terrors about his days being held in Hydra. He wandered around the tower to calm his nerves until one night he found your bedroom door wide open. Bruce walked out and gave him a small smile before disappearing into his own room. Curiously, Bucky entered your room and found you calmly asleep on your side, clinging onto what seemed like a bear. 

He noticed the bottle of pills that was at your bedside table. He was about to steal some pills, in hopes of helping himself sleep as well, but he found himself entranced by your calmness. He’s seen you walk around the tower in the day time, you were always uptight and careful not to make contact with anyone. To see you calm at night somehow calmed him. 

And so every night Bucky needed to be calmed down, he found himself sitting next to your bed and watching you sleep. 

One day, everything seemed to be alright. You were all discussing random matters. The team were getting into playful arguments and you had muttered something sarcastic that only Wanda caught. She laughed and hit your knee playfully. You were instantly sucked into the moment her brother, Pietro, died. Wanda had actually felt the bullets penetrate through her brother and you felt Wanda’s emotions flood through you. 

Bucky had been watching you carefully. He saw how your eyes widened slightly as they turned a bit glossy and then he nudged Steve and nodded your direction. Steve went up to you and noticed how stiff you became. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You looked into his blue eyes and all you saw was his doomed future. 

He was walking up what seemed like a capital building when a single bullet flies through the air and pierces his heart, leaving him for dead. 

“I’m fine.” You lied. “Just tired. I’ll go to my room and rest.” Before you left, you turned and told him,. “Stay away from capital buildings, Cap.” 

The rest of that afternoon you attempted to calm yourself. Bruce had told you not to say anything about the future because you could cause a ripple in the timeline, but you couldn’t just let Steve die like that. 

That night you were restless, Bruce stayed with you until you fell asleep. It was already 1:56 am and Bucky was already on his way to your room. Bruce was leaving her room. “She’s a little restless and upset.” Bruce informed the soldier. “Might be best if you found a different way to calm yourself for tonight.” 

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.” Bruce dismissed Buck and allowed him to stay in there for a little bit. He was no position to argue, he was completely tired. 

Most nights, you were completely still but tonight you were frantically moving around. Your bear had been pushed off the bed and had face planted into the floor. Bucky picked in up and put it by you again. He’d hum a tune of a Russian lullaby in an attempt to calm you. 

As the hours passed, you became more still. Bucky was about to get up and leave, feeling calmed himself until you sat up straight and screamed. You looked at Bucky in surprise. “What are you doing here?” 

“I watch you sleep sometimes when I have a nightmare.” He confessed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nightmares.” You deadpanned and reached for another pill until the Winter Soldier stopped you. “What the hell, Buck?” You snapped, quickly moving your hand away from his. 

“One pill a night. It says it on the label.” Bucky explained. “Wouldn’t want to overdose now would you, doll?” 

“I need to sleep, Buck.” You sighed, putting your head in your hands and then you grabbed your bear. 

“Why do you sleep with a bear? Aren’t you too old?” He joked, cracking a smile. 

“Funny, coming from you.” You laughed. 

“Scoot over.” Bucky said. You shook your head frantically. 

“I don’t want to-I’ll see.. Buck, no!” You panicked and then he held out his wrists to you. You gave him a weird look. “What?” 

“I used to have nightmares about jumping out of planes.” He explained. “Then I did it. Now I’m not afraid. I’ve noticed how you refuse to touch people. I get it. You’re afraid so you have nightmares about your visions. But sometimes, you have to face your fears.”

You gave him an unsure look before grabbing onto his wrists. You were prepared for the war and the Hydra brainwashing sessions but you were unprepared to see a wedding. It was pure and white and gorgeous. Bucky was watching as his soon-to-be wife walked down the aisle and you smiled slightly when you saw that you were the woman in white.

You let go of his arms and smiled at him which he returned. You scooted over and the two of you talked all night long.

The next morning, Bruce would come and wake you up. When he opened your door and saw you snuggled up next to Bucky, he couldn’t help but smile and get the other avengers. 

After that night, you and Bucky would share a bed and just talk then wake up next to each other. Soon, you finally embraced your abilities. You knew that you couldn’t have done it without him. You looked at him while he slept, you were slowly drifting away too. 

“It all started with those damn Nightmares.”

Star-Spangled

Ahh I have the worst writer’s block ever I literally can’t write anything but I hope this one isn’t too bad! Requested by @raegan-darling , hope this is what you were thinking of! Title: Star-Spangled Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Summary: “ reader is dating Steve and he calls her and his ringtone is ‘star-spangled man w/ a plan’ and the whole team jokes about it and fluff”  Word Count: 1,002 Warnings: mentions of Hitler, but only in passing and not in a positive light obvi

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                 “Hey Buck, have you seen my phone?” asks Steve.

           He overturns the couch pillows and cushions, searching for the small device. Bucky doesn’t move from his position on the sofa, feet still propped up on the coffee table as he watches the TV. He only temporarily shifts his weight to let Steve look under the pillow before returning to his original comfy position.

           "Woah,“ you say, stopping as you walked into the living room. "I didn’t hear a tornado warning, or is this just spring cleaning?”

           Bucky snorts a laugh at your comment as Steve gives you a small smile. You watch as he continues searching around, contorting his body to look under the couch too.

           "Lost something?“ you ask, laying down on the ground and helping Steve search for the mystery object.

           "My phone,” replies your boyfriend with a sigh.

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Bucky - "When You Love Someone, It's Worth Fighting For."

A/N: Some angsty and kinda sad Bucky for you guys! Yet again inspired by the prompt in the title. Featuring an appearance from best friend!steve.

You’d seen Bucky lose control before. The Winter Soldier was a rare occurrence now, the trigger words no longer had any hold over Bucky, but sometimes, in his sleep, when his defences were down, something would happen.

You’d known Bucky’s nightmares were a problem before you’d started dating him. More often than not he’d wake in a sweat, crying about some mission, some innocent he’d hurt. But, occasionally, he’d wake up, his eyes glazed over, Bucky no longer at the forefront and in control.

It had happened a few times. You’d wake to see him just sitting there, staring coldly at nothing in particular. You’d move slowly, softly saying his name, reminding him of little moments you’d shared, stories he’d told you of him and Steve, and eventually you’d have your boyfriend back.

Tonight was different.

You’d woken suddenly to a sharp pain in your ribs. You’d assumed it was simply Bucky struggling in his sleep but next thing you felt was a weight on top of you. Your eyes snapped open as you felt metal close around your neck. You inhaled sharply while you still could.

“Bucky,” you whispered, as calmly as you could. “Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N. Come back to me.”

When that didn’t seem to work, you forcefully pushed your body into him. In his moments confusion, you jammed your arm up towards his throat working a leg free and kicking him in the stomach before jumping out of bed and backing away from him.

“Bucky?” you asked hesitantly.

You got no response. The man before you simply stared down at his own hands. You edged closer.

“Bucky?”

“No,” he said flinching away from you.

“It’s ok, Bucky, everything’s ok.”

“No it’s not,” his breathing was laboured and he swatted your hand away as you reached out to him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Bucky-”

“No. I promised I’d never hurt you. I said this only worked as long as you were safe, and you’re not.”

“Bucky, stop it. I’m fine,” you tried to assure him. “This never happens, it was a one off, everything is ok.”

You tried reaching out again, hoping to get him back to bed, but he stood up forcefully.

“I could have killed you,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he fled from your room.

The moment he was gone, you broke down. The sobs shook your body as you curled up in a ball on the floor by your bed. The shock of what happened caught up to you as the aching in your ribs suddenly throbbed. You couldn’t get that horrified look on Bucky’s face when he realised what had happened out of you head.

Steve suddenly appeared at your door, probably alerted by the banging of the door, given the force Bucky threw it open with.

“Y/N?” he called rushing to your side. “What happened? Are you ok?”

You sniffed and looked up at him. You saw his eyes widen as he brought his fingertips up to brush your neck.

“That wasn't…” he trailed off, looking at the bruising in horror.

“It was the nightmares again,” you got out between sobs. “It’s never been that bad. And now I don’t know where he is, but he probably won’t come back.”

“Who is he?”

“Bucky. He’s Bucky again. He realised what had happened and ran.”

You broke down again. Steve pulled you into his chest as you tried to calm yourself again. 

“I don’t know what to do,” your voice small behind the sobs.

“You still love him?”

“Of course. That wasn’t him. Bucky would never knowingly hurt me.”

“When you love someone, it’s worth fighting for. No matter the odds,” Steve encouraged you.

“Help me find him, and we’ll see if we can’t get him help. We stopped the trigger, we’ll stop this too.”

You dried your eyes, sniffed a few times and looked up at Steve with new determination. “Let’s find him.”

BABY LOVE

Bucky x reader. 

an: first bucky fanfic hope you like. first time writing smut be kind please. also love feed back.

Fluff and some smut.

summary: you and bucky are trying. you have had three miscarriages and feel like giving up. You find out your 3 months pregnant but wait a couple more months to tell bucky because you don’t want another heart break.

(NOT MY GIF)

You woke up screaming from pain and horror. You thought to yourself ‘not again. please not again.” As your husband carried you down to the car and rushed to the hospital. It had been your third miscarriage.You were angry and sad because you wanted a baby so badly and you knew how much your husband wanted one too. After the one before this one you talked to Bucky about adoption but Bucky would deny it every time. Not because he didn’t want to but because he knew how happy you were when you were pregnant. He hated seeing you so sad especially after the last miscarriage, all Bucky was doing was apologizing while you were at the hospital.

“I’m so sorry, Doll. I am so sorry.” he cried out.

“What are you sorry about Buck, this isn’t you fault it happens.” you whisper in his ear while running your hands through his hair.

“I am a monster. I did this. It’s Karman for all the bad things i have done. It is finally catching up to me. I am the reason for this. I am sorry baby. You don’t deserve this.” tears rolling down his face. 

“It’s Karma not Karman Buck and this isn’t that at all. My body just isn’t used to this yet, i guess.” you said frowning at him.

“You deserve better. You deserve the world. I don’t know why you let me love you but you do. I love you (Y/N) so much. We will have a baby and how do i know this because when i look at you i feel home and when there is home there is family.” he said wiping his tear and kissing your forehead. The doctor walked in. 

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. So, today we found that the reason for this last miscarriage was caused by stress.” You couldn’t help but look down and cry. It was your fault, you did this, you killed your child. Bucky looked over and saw what was happening, he knew that look, he knew that guilty look. “We know that you have had two miscarriages before this. We think you were so stressed about losing this baby that your nerves got the better of you. This is not your fault. I want you to know that now. It happens to mothers a lot more often then you’d like to believe. We want you to take time for yourself and your husband. You need to relieve stress before trying again. So, NO SEX for a Month.”  

You couldn’t hear anything after the ‘CAUSED BY STRESS’ part but Bucky heard everything. You looked up and asked the doctor with tear filled eyes if you could go home. He nodded and released you. The ride home was quiet. You couldn’t look anywhere but out the passenger window. How were you suppose to look at your husband after finding out that you caused the miscarriage. How could he still love you after what you had done. You didn’t mean to but you did it. You to finally got home, he opened the car door for you but you just sat there staring at the floor. He picked you up and took you inside. He took you to the bedroom and laid you down on your bed. You just laid there hoping he would just walk out but of course not he wanted to hold you. He got in bed with you. At first you were facing him but you couldn’t stand it before he fully get  in and comfortable you turned your back to him. He didn’t say anything for fear of him saying something wrong. You fell fast asleep once you got warm enough from Bucky’s touch. When you woke up the next morning Bucky wasn’t in bed with you. You thought he was in the bathroom but he wasn’t. You were coming up with all these scenarios. The worst one was he left because he was disgusted by you. You rolled over and felt a paper. It was Bucks writing.

“Dear my beautiful (y/n),

 I love you. i love you more than anything in the world. I went out for the day to go talk to Fury and Tony to let them know that we will be unavailable for missions until we get through this. I know that you think this is your fault and you’re a monster. I want to tell you that you are the furthest thing from a monster,doll. You are the light in darkness, the stars at night, the extra in ordinary. You will never know how much you mean to me. You will never know how much I miss you when I am away. I know we both want a baby so bad but like you told me when i would have nightmares. We must stay patient. I will be with you til the end of the line. Through the good and the bad my love. I will see you soon. 

Love YOUR BUCKY.”

Your eyes were filled with tears some happy and some sad. While you were reading the note you remember more why you loved James. He knew you like the back of his hand. He loved you and you loved him more than both of you ever could explain. You got in the shower after to take time and think about what you wanted to do next. What was your’s and his next move. You finished up and two luggage bags were packed. You were a bit nervous as to why. When you walked into the kitchen there Bucky was making you lunch and dancing to his music. You couldn’t help but laugh. He slowly turned around with red filled cheeks.

“What’s so funny babe?” 

“Nothing. I was just wondering how you got woman to dance with you with those moves.” you bursted with laughter.

“I will show you how.” he said pulling you in to dance with him. You still couldn’t look at him for longer than five seconds. When you looked away he pulled you in tighter and whispered in your ear. 

“ You got my note right?” 

You don’t say a word to him just nod.

“Well when I went to talk to them they told me that we were due for a vacation.So, Tony suggested we go to his private Island for a few months. He said that we can stay for as long as we’d like and if you want the team to go visit they will go. Well if they weren’t on any missions.” 

“So that is why our bags are packed.”

“Yes my love.”

“I thought you were leaving me.” you joked because you knew he wouldn’t after you read the note. Looking at him before you move forward to kiss him.

“I could never leave you. Are you crazy. As much as you are a pain in my ass (y/n), you are the only one and only thing that keeps me from going insane.” he said smiling against your lips. 

It has been about five months since you left for your vacation with Bucky. You two haven’t done anything because you were still a little insecure about what happen. Although you will never forget it you have tried to move past it. The first month an a half on the island you would wake up in the middle of the night just like you did when you had your miscarriage. You had nightmares every night. Bucky would hold you tight every night when you would wake up screaming with tears flowing down your face. He would rub your back and use his fingers to brush your hair out of your face. Every night he would tell you how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. During the next two months it would happen about two or three times a week. During the Fourth month you had only had two episodes. It was now about month five and you hadn’t had an episode for about  two an a half weeks. You felt confident and glad you finally got good sleep without worrying you would wake up like you would. 

You and Bucky were on the couch watching a movie. He wanted to watch Jaws but you were not having it. You hated sharks so you put on your best puppy dog face and asked to watch the notebook for about the millionth time. He couldn’t deny his best girl. So, there you were watching it. You turned to him and asked “Would you read to me our love story if that were me?” 

“Doll, i am pretty sure you would be reading to me because I would most likely forget before you would.” he chuckled 

“ I forgot you’re like what 200 years old?” you joked.

“Hey that’s just rude. i am 99 to be exact.” he said while tickling you. 

You were laid flat on the couch. He was hovering over you. You loved the way his hair fell when ever he was over you. You missed him. You missed the way he made you feel whenever you were under him. Before you could even think clearly. You pulled him down for a rough but passionate kiss. Sure these past five months you had make-out sessions but nothing to heated. You knew that the moment you kissed him it was end game. You wrapped you arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He pulled you up so he could sit down and you  were straddling him. He pulled away which caused you to let out a small whine. 

“Baby, I think we should settle down because at the pace we are going i don’t know if i will be able to hold back.” he said looking into your eyes.

“I want you. No i need you James. I need you to love me like you used to. I need to feel you. please.”  The moment you called him James his pupils dilated, he knew you knew that he couldn’t get enough of the way you said his name. He didn’t say a word instead he leaned forward and kissed you the way he always kissed you. You were getting wetter by the second. You could feel his hard on through your cloth sex. You thought to yourself you were glad you decided to were one of his shirts tonight. You began to move your hips rubbing against his sweat pants which made both of you moan. He couldn’t take it. He hopped up carrying you to the room where he laid you flat on the bed as he removed his shirt and pants. You followed by removing your shirt.Well bucky’s shirt. You felt nervous but a good nervous. It felt like the same night you and Buckys first time. He looked at you with those lust filled eyes. He kissed your body covering every inch. He ripped off your bra. 

“Hey i liked that one.” You shouted.

“ Really because i prefer when you don’t have any bra on.” he said right before he took your breast into his mouth. You let out a small gasp of pleasure.He took his right hand and put it on your other breast rubbing and pulling your nipple. with his left hand it was slowly moving down towards your clit. His metal hand played with your folds before you pushed in one finger. Looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

“God (y/n) your so fucking wet baby.” he pushed in another finger causing you to moan his name. It only spurred him on. He moved faster and with every motion he hit your sweet spot. He knew you were about to cum so he pulled out. 

“ What the fuck James.” you said panting. 

“I want to feel you around me. I need you to feel yo around me.” 

You leaned forward and pulled him down for sloppy kisses. You lead your hand down to pull his boxers down. his member finally being free yo forgot how thick he was. You took a deep gulp before rubbing your hand up and down his shaft. You took your thumb on his head and rubbed his pre-cum all over. 

“fuuuuck.. ughh. shit. babe if you keep doing that i won’t be able to get inside you.”

You aligned him up to your entrance. He looked at you waiting for your approval before he slow entered. 

“ Fuck, (y/n) yur so fucking tight. oh my …. igghgh.” He waited a while to let you get use to him. He was taking to long. 

“Are you going to move or am I going to do all of the work?” 

“eager are we babe?” with that he moved at a slow pace picking up. with each thrust you were getting closer. No words were shared the only sounds were skin on skin contact and moans. You were close. He felt it so he reached down and rubbed your clit harshly. 

“ fuck James . I’m going to … ugh .. cum.”

“Go (Y/N) I am right behind you.” with that you released. your pussy clenched against his cock and that sent him over board. He dragged out your high for as long as you could before pulling out and running to the restroom to get a cloth. He cleaned you up. When he was done he laid next to you propped up on his  elbow. He kissed your forehead before snuggling and falling fast asleep. You were asleep for what it felt like a minute. You woke up with screaming from another nightmare but it wasn’t a miscarriage nightmare. in the nightmare Bucky had told you he didn’t love you anymore because you kept killing his children. He said he hated you and never wanted to see you again. You were crying so hard. It woke Bucky up. 

“Hey what is wrong Doll? another nightmare?” you nodded which made him pull you into a death grip cuddle. “It will get better baby. I love you, (y/n).” he said with his sexy morning voice.

You were about to tell him it wan’t a usual nightmare this one was different. You started to talk but was interrupted by his snored in your ear. For the next month you didn’t have a nightmare. You did get sick. You didn’t know why you were vomiting so much. It didn’t even dawn on you that you might be pregnant. The next two months were the same but those two months weren’t as bad as the first month. You were scared that you could really be sick so you went to call Tony. 

“Hey (y/n) what’s up?” 

“Hey, I was wondering if you guys could come down for the weekend I miss you guys it’s been too long.” 

“I know its been like two months since we last saw you both. We miss you. Not as much as Cap and Nat do. You guys are all thy ever talk about. Well anyways we should be free. i think everyone who is out on Missions come home tonight so we will probably be out there first thing tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you.”

“Yeah totally. Oh but two thing. I want to have a small party for bucky. His birthday was a dew days ago and no one was here and i know he says he doesn’t care. I know he does. So when you get here we are going to plan it and two make sure Natasha is coming. She didn’t come last time and I was very sad.” There was aloud knock on the door as you said that. You were a little nervous because Bucky was in the shower and you were not expecting anyone.

“Tony someone is here and I don’t know who it is and Bucky is in the shower. What should i do?” 

“Answer it. No one is going to be there that shouldn’t be.” he said calmly a little too calmly.

“Okay but stay on the line please.”

You walked up to the door and pulled it open to find all of the avengers at the front door. Your team was here, no your family was here. You missed them. They all came in one by one greeting you. You said hi to everyone but someone was missing. Nat.

“Where is Nat at?” You asked them all. 

“Fury called her for an mission and she couldn’t make it.” Sam said.

“Oh. uh. okay.” you said trying not to sound to bummed because everyone else was here. “Well ill be in the kitchen if you need me.” you said walking with your head down. You really wanted Nat to be there she is your best friend and you miss her so much.  

When you got into the kitchen someone was already in there you figured it was Bucky so you told him the guys were here. 

“Yeah, I know (y/n) i brought all of those little brats. “  It couldn’t be. They said she was a way for a mission, but you knew that voice anywhere. You looked up slowly and stared at her. 

“They said you were away at a mission.”

“come on you really fell for that. I had to see you. Last tie they came without me and i was bummed. Hey i don’t want to be mean but you gained some weight i thought you sad you were sick?” 

“i am i keep throwing up.” 

“Oh wait a moment. The throw up the weight. When was the last time you had your period?”

“like three months ago why? oh my god. do you think its possible? No i need to calm down it can’t be.”

“Have you taken a test? That is the only way to know for sure.” she said with a leaning motion

“I haven’t. Do you think there is one here. I don’t want to leave if we leave it will be suspicious. I have one in my bag. It was from the last time you .. uhh. you were pregnant.” 

You tried not to cry. You were holding tears back. “Go get it please. We need to know.” She was gone and back in less than a minute. Bucky was finally out of the shower so you asked if you a Nat could be alone for awhile because you needed to  ‘catch up’. He walked out of the bedroom and as soon as he did you ran into the bathroom to pee on the stick. Nat timed it five more second and you will see if whether or not you were pregnant. Times up you lift it up and there it read.

“ What does it say? “ Nat whispered.

“PREGNANT.” you mumbled before tears flowed down your cheeks. They were both happy and sad tears. Nat rushed to your side. 

“Hey look at me you need to stay calm alright just stay calm.” You nodded.

“Are you going to tell him?” 

“I can’t. I am barely three months i am guessing. I can’t lose this baby too. If i tell him he will want to help and it will only stress me out and i can’t have that Nat. i just can’t. I will tell him if i get further than 6 months. I can’t see him go through another heart break. I need to stay calm and relaxed for our child. He will be mad if he finds out but he will know i just wanted to keep our baby safe.” you said with tears rolling down your face.

“How do you expect to do that?” Nat asked.

Crap you hadn’t thought about how you would hid your belly or your glow. Let alone you cravings. It is going to be difficult but not impossible and you would do anything to protect your child.

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