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pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: jumping off heights, reader injuries, angst(?) // tell me if there’s more

plot: (y/n) never thinks things through, but one day does something so unbelievable, Bucky has to deal with the effects.

A/N: criticism on how to improve it would be appreciated bc idk how to wrap things up :)) really loved that i pulled a 360 from the last one i wrote

Hurt, that’s all he knew. He destroyed everything and in return it left him as a shell of a man. Everyday, he feels haunted from the memories that followed him. He couldn’t escape them, they echoed through his head and they wouldn’t leave. He was struggling, he did get better, but it was slow and painful. And then, she was there.

They’ve been living in the same building now for months, but he never paid much attention to her. (y/n) was intrigued with him, but he never seemed in the mood to talk to her, so she always lets it go. It changed during a mission, when she was reckless and stupid in Tony’s words. (y/n) did it, though. This was just one of her many, awful ideas. She was after some agent when she slams the brakes on the car that she was driving. The reason? It was just so she wouldn’t hit a family of ducks crossing the road. It was so idiotic, they were in a chase and the car behind hers crashed into the back. But she just shrugs it off, saying she didn’t want to be responsible for innocent bystanders death. Bucky was in the car with her riding shotgun, and hell, he was mad. She let the car ahead of them get ahead, and now the back of the car was broken. She ruined the mission for ducks. He scolded her and she just laughed, and went around the ducks, acting like it was just a minor inconvenience that the back of the car has a gaping hole.

After his anger about that situation disinagratesd, he became intrigued. Why would someone do such a thing? Why would anyone endanger a mission for ducks? He was full aware that she does impulsive actions during missions. The rest of the avengers share stories about the mindless actions she does. He never thought much about, he never experienced them himself, until the duck fiasco. For months , she captivates his attention. He couldn’t quite figure her out, why she throws herself in danger so easily. He studies her and becomes closer to her, talking to her beyond missions and small talk, trying to figure her out. At first, it was just a side idea, trying to know what makes her do impulsive things. But throughout his ‘research’, he couldn’t help but notice how light her laugh was and how graceful she was. He was falling for her, oh so slowly. So slowly, he didn’t even realize it until he felt empty when she went to a mission for a week. He misses all her quirks and the constant laughter from her. He misses how gentle she was with him. He misses how she saw beyond his past and lives in the moment with him. When he gains the confidence to ask her out, after Steve telling him to just do it. He was terrified of what she would say, but she smiled and said yes.

Then the rest was history, they’ve been head over heels in love with each other. They spent all their time together when they could, outside their busy schedules. They go to cafes and strolled through parks. (y/n) forces him to watch movies he missed out on and he teaches her things about the past. She sticks through his hard patches and he was there to protect her from herself. They worked well, everyone could see it. It was like they found a missing piece to one eachother, though it sounds cheesy. Tony thought it was repulsive how they could be so affectionate and loving all the time. But they prospered and it was beautiful, to see how they just fit.

Then she does the most dangerous and dumbest stunt she’s ever executed. The fact that she had the audacity to do it enraged him a bit, how could she blind and not see the lasting impact.

“Right, I see him,” (y/n) announces. She was on a mission, her, Steve, and Natasha, and of course, the subject decides to run to the top of the building.

“Don’t let him escape, I’m coming,” Natasha says.

“I was gonna let him walk away,” (y/n) jokes, as she runs up the stairs, panting for air. Cardio was never her strong suit.

“We can’t kill him, we have to use him for a source,” Steve adds, he was currently trying to find a way to the top, as he faced complications.

“Yup, got it. Roger that,” (y/n) laughs at her own pun.

“God, how can you be so upbeat all the time. That pun is abused too much, thats like the twentieth time you used it today,” Natasha grumbles.

(y/n) rolls her eyes, though no one can see it. She shoots her gun because she finally reaches an opening where she can see the criminal, trying to injure him and slow him down. Of course, she misses, it was just super convenient for him to knock down a shelf in front of her. She sighs, before rushing back up the stairs and through the roof.

As she emerges through the door, it’s only her and the HYDRA agent. Natasha and Steve were trying to rush back up, but they had some difficulties with other agents before they blew themselves up. He stands up top, cocking his head staring at her. Trying to tempt her to shoot, like he’ll do something.

“Okay, got him. Do I engage? He’s near the ledge,” (y/n) asks, no one has reached the top yet, except for her.

“Don’t shoot him, he may fall of the building,” Steve replies, “I’m almost there.”

The agent has a smirk on his face, trying to lure her in. (y/n) starts walking towards him at an agonizing slow pace and he stands there, perfectly still. He then begins to edge his way towards the end of the building, still locking eyes with (y/n). He walks closer and closer, trying to see what she’ll do. It takes her about ten seconds for her to process that he was going to jump off. This was not the ideal situation at all, if life went the way she wanted it to go, they would’ve got him ten minutes ago and she wouldn’t be out of breath from running. She dosen’t know how to react, he was edging closer. (y/n) feels the panic run through her body, she could not let him go over. If she shoots, the impact will clearly knock him off the edge but if she dosen’t do anything he’ll fall. She would be damned if she was the one responsible for losing their only lead. So she concludes the only solution is to sprint towards him, and lunge at him, trying to grab him. If she can pull him off the edge, it’ll solve all her problems. To her shock, he moves just as she lunges. She was already running towards him, feet off the ground. It was too late to stop the momentum. Her scream was echoing through the air as she fell.

Bucky heard the news while he was watching some reality show at the base. He did this to calm his anxiousness about (y/n), but she always arrives alright. No major injuries that she couldn’t bounce back from. The mission was taking longer then everyone thought. At least an update at this point was expected. Bucky didn’t think much about it, he trusted that they would be safe. It was a strong trio, they should be fine. So Bucky continues to aimlessly watch the television, not giving much though to it when Tony walks in the room. His face was full of distress, his hands fumbling with his jacket before they ran through his hair.

“Bucky, we have to go,” Tony announces, his voice shaky. Bucky does what he’s told, but he’s getting this awful vibe from the situation. Cool and collective Tony was lost. He didn’t want to question it, it was like he would jinx it if he asked what was happening.

In the elevator, Tony pushes the infirmary level, further confirming Bucky’s idea that something went wrong. Bucky feels his chest tighten, “Who got injured?”

Tony bites his lip, and takes a deep breath, “It’s bad, real bad.”

The elevator dings and the two walk out, Tony keeps running his hands through his hair as he leads them to the back hall. The hall where doctors and nurses were swarming with, where the avengers stand, all with the same anxious look. Bucky looks around, trying to see the missing one, but to his dismay he couldn’t locate (y/n). (y/n).

Bucky pushes through the crowd, and goes into the room where people run in and out from. Doctors grab at him, warning that it’s restricted. Bucky easily shakes them off, he just wanted to see if what he thought was true, and he hopes to god it’s not. Then he sees her. (y/n) was unconscious, and god she looked horrible. Dried blood coated her, her limbs dislocated in areas, scratches and scars covering her, IV’s and wraps were along her body. She looked like she was dying. It was his worst nightmare. He couldn’t breathe, his lungs have collapsed and he was moving fast to her side. Grabbing her hand, he glances up to see her heart still beating, but she looked the opposite. The tears came quick, because this was not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to arrive okay and they were going to go to that one art museum she’s been raging about the next day. His heart physically aches, it hurts. It was like he was the one who got injured, like he was the one lying in that bed. He was a wreck.

Footsteps approach and a hand lays on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve’s voice whispers, “I should have been there.”

Bucky jerks, letting Steve’s hand fall. He knew his anger was not in the right place. It wasn’t Steve’s fault, but he sure could’ve done a better job. After all, she had a reputation of doing these ridiculous stunts. Bucky looks up at Steve, his hand lightly on (y/n)’s, “What did she do?”

“She fell of a building, she was trying to prevent the agent from falling off, and he dodged her.”

Bucky sucks in his breath, this was the classic, stupid (y/n) move, he almost wants to laugh. This was such a her thing to do. She had a bad habit of not thinking ideas through, he learned that. From slamming onto brakes to save ducks to when she bakes cupcakes and grabs the tin straight from the oven without mitts. It never occurred to her that maybe the agent was trying to do something, to do a good classic dodge move? It was a flaw of hers, but he loved it, it was a part of her. He loves her.

Word Count: 1.3 k

A/N: Come scream at me in my ask box~ 

You wake up when something or better someone shifts beside you, an arm pulling you closer to the man and you hear him sigh softly.

Slowly you look up at him and see that he is already awake, smiling when he catches your eyes.

“Good morning, little doll.” A sudden heat spreads on your face and you smile shyly. “Morning…” Bucky chuckles softly and kisses your head, tracing patterns into your skin with his fingers.

Fingers that made you screaming only a few hours before, shaking with the intense lust for him and you hide your face in the furs at this memory.

Another soft kiss is pressed to your hair and you feel his chest vibrate with his laugh. “No need to hide, little doll. You seemed to like it.”

why do people think they can break my heart like this? I can't take the angst, I'm a fluff girl.

PART 4 : THE SCREAM

PART 1  PART 2  PART 3

Summary : What if Steve Rogers had a twin sister? And Bucky Barnes was her love? A 1940′s love ruined by war and time, destined to be a star-crossed relationship. But the universe has different plans for (y/n) Rogers, for even the universe couldn’t come between her and her love.

I would wake up to darkness, not knowing where I was. I would scream into the gag strapped over my mouth, struggle and fail in escaping my restrains. I would I feel a sharp sting on my neck, and fall back into unconsciousness.

I don’t know how many times this process was repeated. I didn’t know how much time had passed. I didn’t know where I had gone.

All I knew was that I left my home at night, and was shoved out of an aircraft into daylight. Had it been a day? Or could it have been a month?

I, in my thin sleeping gown, stood up and steadied myself from the white and freezing ground.  My unsteady head looked around to see snow everywhere. The white plains seemed to stretch for miles and miles, never ending.

My skin hissed at the air and the ground. The frozen ground felt almost burning to my bare feet. Every shaky exhale turned to white fog right in front of me. Despite all that, my hands covered around the most important part of me - Daisy.

“Into truck, Rogers.” A man behind me spat, sporting a Russian accent almost too thick to understand.

“Wh-where am I?” I demanded, teeth chattering from the cold.

“I won’t say again.” The man huffed, pulling out a taser. He stepped forward, looming menacingly over my smaller figure. “Into. Truck.”

“TELL ME WHERE I AM, YOU INSANE LUNAT-”

—

I woke again to a rumble of an engine beneath me. I was lying down on a soft leather seat. My opening eyes snapped shut at the sudden sound of a piercing crackle. Muffled and inaudible words, Russian possibly, that sounded electronic followed.

When the noise stopped, another voice started to speak. But the second voice sounded clearer and closer, as if the person was right next to me

“да сэр.” The second voice said.

A man.

“что он сказал?”

Another man!

So I was in a truck with two men, who are talking to someone else on a communication device. That was not enough to go on. I had to take my chances!

I squinted my eyes to the point where I could see, but others wouldn’t notice that my eyes were open. I looked around, trying to limit movement as much as possible. The two men, who I realized were HYDRA soldiers, were still unaware of my situation, continuing their conversation that I can’t possibly understand.

“Нам нужно быстро доставить ее в лабораторию. Врач хочет как можно скорее начать эксперименты.”

The men were relaxed. So relaxed that one of them had put down their gun.

“Человек с одной рукой был в порядке. Когда врач узнал о сестре капитана Америки, он остановил все, чтобы получить ее!”

The gun was placed on the console between the two front seats. I could snatch the gun away and still have time to catch them by surprise and shoot them. But who should I shoot first?

“Доктор говорит, что девушка - это то, что ему нужно. Золя требует наилучшего для эксперимента. И два «зимних солдата» лучше одного!”

If I shot the driver, the truck would swerve out of control, possibly causing harm to me as well. The driver should be focused on the road. If I shot the passenger, he would need at least a second to recover and take action. With the two men dead, the ringing of my ears wouldn’t cause consequences.

When one of the men finished his sentence, they both burst into laughter.

I struck like lightning. With two pulls of the trigger, the men fell. I fumbled at the door, ignoring the ringing problem. Time was of the essence.

I hopped out of the car and scanned the area. Nothing but snow-covered land. What did I expect?

A cold gust of wind blew past my barely covered body, reminding me of the cold. My stomach growled, too. How long since my last meal?

They must have supplies at the back of the truck!

I jogged to the back, hoping to find some bags of food or coats. Anything would have been fine.

Instead I saw a pair of eyes glaring back at me. The man was heavily armored except for his head, but his helmet was placed beside him.

“I thought you learn now?” Said the man who tased me, whipping out a baton. “There is always third.”

As far as I could see, all there was around here besides the truck was snow and ice. I was in the same scenario again. I can’t run. I can’t hide.

I clicked the gun towards his direction, aiming but not firing.

“I can shoot you right now.”

“Then I will use last breath to destroy what you love most.”

The soldier cackled at my stunned expression. He pointed at my stomach.

“Am I wrong?” He asked while he put on his helmet, leaping down the truck.

Before he could take another step towards me, I fired a shot at his chest. I expected a grunt or a scream, I didn’t expect a laugh.

“Vibranium, little girl. Like brother’s shield.”

I kept firing, he kept laughing. The bullets bounced off his body like rubber balls.

“Are you even trying?” He sounded like he was going to die of laughter. I only wished that was true.

I turned on my heels and tried to run. I hadn’t even covered 10 feet when I was struck down. I stood with a pounding head and looked at the baton that had landed at my feet.

What use was of it? I might as well hit him with a bolster.

But I still had the gun in my hand, with only one or two bullets left.

“Don’t run, girl!” I heard the man shout behind me, his voice sounding louder with every step towards me. “You will fail! SURRENDER NOW!”

Things do not look good for me. I’m cold, I’m hungry, and I’m weak. My only weapon was useless against the HYDRA soldier, whose organization wants me alive, for reasons. And there’s a baby about to die because her mother couldn’t protect her. The logical thing was to surrender, as to ensure our survival.

But I was too much alike to my brother. We both had death inducing stubbornness.

I cocked the gun at the man and fired at his head.

I could already sense him rolling his eyes and scoffing behind that vibranium helmet of his.

“Fire another shot. Maybe it work this time.” He hollered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Put elbow grease this time, huh?”

He pulled out a needle filled with anesthesia and charged towards me at high speed. But in that moment, the world seemed to slow down, because realization had just struck me.

He said ‘elbow grease’. Elbows. Joints!

Even though his armor was made of vibranium, some parts were not!

His joints, they were covered by black leather instead!

I had one shot. And I made it count.

The bullet pierced through his neck right as he was in front of me, arm raised to inject me. What happened next was not a pretty sight. He dropped face down and he dragged me down onto the ground with him.

Him arm spasmed and he twisted his head to look at me. “Too weak to kill you. Strong enough to kill her.” Blood continued to seep out of him, but his eyes were full of glee.

He choked out a laugh.

And was quiet.

My heart was beating a million miles an hour. What did he mean by that? I stood up and looked at the dead man at my feet. I did a mental count in my head.

Did a weak dame like me just kill 5 HYDRA soldiers?

Just as my adrenaline died down, something felt very very wrong.

“AUUGGHH!!!”

My scream spread through the day. I screamed until I was hoarse. I screamed because of the pain. I cried because of the devastation. I screamed and cried because what was anesthesia to me, was poison for her.

Blood soaked my gown. And that little speck of blood was enough for me to know.

My daughter is dead.

—

I walked in the white desert, no destination in mind. Nowhere to go. I will die along with her.

I wrapped the coat I found in the truck tighter against my body. At least I’m not as cold anymore. The squishy sound of my footsteps on the snow was all I heard.

That’s when the buzzing started. It was faint, but definitely there. Louder and louder. The wind was also stirring up. The buzzing got louder and sounded like a heart beating out of control.

I looked up at the sky and saw a helicopter. What did I expect but the symbol of HYDRA on it?

I didn’t want to fight anymore.

And so I ran.

Ran like my life depended on it, because it did. The men didn’t stop pursuing me, but they didn’t fire their guns in case they might hit me. Their shouts for me to surrender to them accompanied my rapid heartbeat. I kept running for my life. The ground cracking at my weight.

Wait. What?

‘Cracking”?

I’m not running on solid ground anymore.

I was standing on a frozen lake. And an unstable one too.

I halted in my spot, not daring to make another move. The ice around me cracked and split. More fissures and webs formed when I shifted my weight.

I looked at the sky. They’re getting closer. Right now I had two options. Die or get captured by HYDRA.

My answer was clear.

—

A/N : This part until the end of the chapter will be read in 3rd person’s pov.

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In The HYDRA Helicopter

Seeing the sight before him, the HYDRA soldier clicked at his communication device, contacting HQ.

“Target not acquired, sir. She fell into a frozen lake.”

The device crackled back with a response.

“Leave the area, soldier. It is contaminated with high levels of radiation. And in this temperature, I doubt the girl lived.”

“And the experiment, sir?”

“The doctor wishes to start immediately. The man will do.”

—

In A Small Cottage

“Miss?”

hm?

“Miss? Wake up.”

As her body was shook, (y/n) Rogers opened her eyes.

She looked around her. Her body was wrapped in layers of blankets, and she was sitting in her fireplace. Despite all the heat and layers, her body till felt cold and freezing. She noticed a man beside her.

“Where am I? Why am I here?” She asked the man, rubbing her hands together for more warmth.

“You are in Siberia, Russia. More specifically, my cottage.” The man’s expression turned serious.

“As for the reason. I am a fisherman, and I found you in a frozen lake. I brought you here. That was a week ago.”

The young woman shuddered. “Explains the cold, then. How long was I in the lake? Tell me sir, what is the date today?”

He handed her a glass of water, gesturing for her to drink up. “It’s March 10.”

“But how is that possible?” She gasped. “Yesterday was the middle of May!”

There was only one explanation.

“Then what year is it?”

“Well it’s 2011, of course.”

The young woman, paralyzed from shock, had not realized that the contents of her glass have just turned to ice.

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A/N : If you’d like to have a hint as to what would have happened to (y/n) Rogers if she hadn’t escaped her captors, translate the Russian text. If the doctor had it his way, things would have been way different.

Anyway, after reading the last two sentences, you probably know where this story is headed.

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Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: some mention of sex, but nothing fleshed out

A/N: So the story is slowly rising with the action and we learn more about the Bucky in our home. Only 2 more part to go, guys. 

The rest of the day goes by peaceful. Bucky watched you work around the hut and the garden, sometimes helping you whenever his wound makes it possible and you have to admit that it’s easier with him around.

You have someone to talk to and slowly you lose the fear of betrayal and start to trust him. But your need for him grows, he brushes against you, lingering at your side and touching your hands when you show him something he wants to know.

His presence is overwhelming and you have to take a step back more than once in order to calm the heat inside you again.

And you are sure that he knows what he does to you. His smile and glances at you betray him and you saw him lick his lips a few times.

AAAAAaaaaa

I am loving this so much. This was so great 💖💖💖 I can't wait to see how it's going to be now after what happened 👀

PART 2 : THE STORM

PART 1

Summary : What if Steve Rogers had a twin sister? And Bucky Barnes was her love? A 1940′s love ruined by war and time, destined to be a star-crossed relationship. But the universe has different plans for (y/n) Rogers, for even the universe couldn’t come between her and her love.

“Senator Brandt, I regret to report that Captain Steve G. Rogers went missing behind enemy lines on the third. Aerial reconnaissance has proven unfruitful. As a result, I must declare Captain Rogers killed in action. Period.”

Right now I was in the army camp where Steve, or should I say Captain Rogers, was last seen. I tried convincing the colonel to keep looking for evidence that either Steve or Bucky was alive for hours, but the answers he gave me were all half-assed. Even right now, a report about Steve’s alleged death was being written.

Summary: Greaser!Bucky one shot

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: cussing

Tags: biker!bucky, greaser!bucky, high school au,

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this story for MONTHS and I don’t like it too much, but I figure I might as well publish it if I’m never gonna do anything else with it!!

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“What are you doing tonight?” Bucky appeared out of nowhere, immediately falling into step with you.

“What, were you waiting out here for the past fifteen minutes since class ended? For little old me?” You replied sarcastically.

“Actually, for the past hour. I skipped last period.”

“Wow, my hero,” you deadpanned.

He chuckled and took a puff of his cigarette.

You plucked it from his lips.

“Hey!” he protested, smoke leaving his mouth with the syllable.

“First lesson, I don’t go out with smokers,” you dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it as you continued walking, “So if you have more of those in your pocket, then I think the entirety of tonight is booked for me.” You grinned over at him as he shoved his hands in his pocket, defeated.

“Fine, fine, whatever.”

“What, am I not worth the chase anymore if it means you have to give up your gross addiction?” You fake pouted, actually hoping he’d agree and leave you alone.

“Aw, no, you won’t get off that easy, darlin’,” his strikingly white teeth sparkled as he gave you a large grin, “So, I guarantee, no cigs. Is tonight looking a little more free now?”

“It’s actually looking a little more boring. Wanda and I are having a study sesh for most of it.”

“Cancel.”

You stopped walking, “Cancel plans with my best friend that will help me do better in school in order to have some weird, ‘wild’ night with Bucky Barnes? You really think you’re hot shit, huh?”

“Nah, nah,” he replied, raising a perfect eyebrow, “I know I am.”

You gave a short laugh, “Ah, clever,” you picked up your gait again, “It appears there is a brain behind that big leather jacket.”

“You bet, sweetheart. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you take the jacket off,” he winked.

You laughed, unimpressed, “If I’m lucky? More like if you’re lucky. Try those BS lines on some other chick, baby.”

You pushed past him and continued toward your car.

“Alright, alright. You’re right.” He put a hand to his heart, “I would be lucky. So whaddaya say, darlin’?”

You tilted your head to the side and stepped forward to face him. “What do I say?” You repeated.

You grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled his smug grin an inch away from your lips.

“The answer,” you whispered, “Is no.”

You grinned and pushed him away from you with a laugh, his eyebrow furrowed with confusion at how you not only rejected hooking up with him, but also even just a kiss with him.

“See ya Monday, baby,” you yelled over your shoulder, strutting down to your car at the end of the lot.

***

You sung along under your breath with the song playing gently in the background of your room as you typed in the problem into your calculator.

“Oh, perfect,” you frowned, looking between the calculator’s answer and your own, “That is nowhere near what I got. Amazing,” you pushed the books off your lap and groaned, sitting back against your bed. “This is hopeless. I’m gonna fail Calculus, and then I’m gonna fail high school, and then no college will ever accept me and I’ll have to spend my life trying to climb the ranks at McDonalds.”

“Mmm, yup, you’re right,” Wanda replied, laying down next to you. “This one test in one subject will completely blow past your 4.0 GPA and doom the rest of your life.”

“For once can you just let me be dramatic?” You whined.

“Hmm. No I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed along with her.

However, Wanda interrupted your laughing by holding a finger up and pausing.

You quieted and waited for whatever she was doing.

“Hear that?” She mouthed.

You furrowed your brow and nodded. Yeah, you did.

It sounded like muffled yelling. And it was coming from your outside wall.

You stood up and turned off your main light in order to see the dark outside your window. You raised your window blind and squinted out into the darkness, before seeing a figure raise its arms in victory.

“Who is it?” Wanda asked, beside you.

“An utter idiot,” you replied, unlocking your window and pushing the glass open.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You shouted down at him.

“Getting your attention. And checking your alibi,” Bucky looked Wanda up and down.

“Yes, genius,” you yelled back, “I wasn’t lying. I was actually studying. I know you aren’t familiar with that term, but it is, in fact, a real thing. Why are you even here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and I figured I’d stop by.”

“You’re always in the neighborhood. You literally live four houses down.”

“Oh do I? Hmm, hadn’t noticed.”

You rolled your eyes, “What do you want, motorcycle boy?”

“Motorcycle boy? Oh, come on, doll, I’m worth more than that.”

“Well, now that I see how much you hate that name, you’re forever branded with it.”

“Fine, fine, I walked right into that one. But how about YOU walk yourself down here and go out with me?”

“Or how about no?”

“Come on, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to agree one of these times. I’m trying my hardest here.”

“I certainly do NOT have to agree. But you can keep trying all you want. In fact, feel free to wait outside this window all night. Hell, build a fort down there and sleep here. I don’t care. This is never gonna happen, baby.”

You waved before shutting the window.

“Aw, come on,” he grinned at you.

You closed the blind and huffed back on the bed, ignoring the muffled noises from outside the window.

“So,” Wanda laughed, “What’s the deal with him?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrugged it off.

“He’s cute, you should go for it.”

“Wanda! Not helping!”

“What? What’s so wrong with him? He’s hot, and he seems pretty sweet.”

“Can we just stop talking about this? This is exactly what he wants us to be doing, and I refuse to give in to the enemy.”

Wanda just laughed, but complied nonetheless.

***

“Fancy meetin’ you here stranger,” a deep voice came from behind you.

You sighed and turned around, readjusting the grocery shopping basket in your hand, “You following me?”

“Believe it or not, sweetheart, you’re not the only one who needs to eat.“

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“Alright you got me. To be honest, I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit. But no, Miss Egomaniac, I had no idea you were here. I’m actually just here to buy this,” he reached past you to grab something, getting dangerously close as his shoulder-length hair brushed across your cheek.

You froze in your spot, not sure how to react, especially when jesus did he always smell this good?

He pulled back, though returning to a spot much closer than he was before.

He held up a Coke, spinning it around to see the label.

“Hmm, ‘Share a Coke with Your: Better Half.”

He looked directly at you, smugly, as he twisted the cap off and took a long drink.

“Oh, you’re one of those people, huh,” You spoke up, “Using the product before you buy it?”

He shrugged, swallowing the soda, “What’s it matter if I’m buying it either way? They’ll get my money soon enough.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms.

“Come on,” he waved it in front of your face, “We can’t disrespect the bottle, now, can we, Better Half?”

“We absolutely can. Those names are arbitrary anyway; it’s just to get more sales.”

He pushed the bottle toward your further, and you looked down at it.

Ugh. FINE.

You snatched the bottle and took a quick swig. You swallowed it and shoved the bottle back in his hand before pushing past him and down the aisle.

“Aw, come on, doll, it wasn’t that painful!”

“Yes, it was!” You called over your shoulder.

You heard him chuckling as you shook your head and turned into a different aisle.

***

You shut your locker to find Bucky on the other side of it.

“So, how’d you do on that test you studied so hard for?” He asked, one arm leaning casually against the wall.

“Good, I think,” you began walking, “But grades won’t come out for a few more days so that’s TBD.”

“Was it worth blowing me off for?”

“I seem to recall you made multiple appearances during my weekend, so I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“You still blew me off.”

“Only in your dreams,” you sniped back, staring him down with the statement’s double entendre implications.

He looked away, a large, impressed grin on his face, “Alright, that was a good one, I’ll admit it.”

“Plenty more where that came from, motorcycle boy,” you smiled, stepping away from him to go to class.

“‘Plenty more?’ So you admit you’ll keep talking to me?” He called after you, a proud smile on his lips.

“Don’t count on it!”

***

You were walking down the steps toward the parking lot to see Bucky leaning against his motorcycle and waiting for you. Again. Except this was the first time that you caught him before he caught you. But before you could start the conversation, Bucky had already seen you and was by your side.

He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“You know, you can’t just come up to me everyday to try to convince me to go out with you.”

He furrowed his brow, “And why’s that?”

You snorted, “‘Cuz, you just can’t!”

“Well, would you like me to stop?”

You bit your cheek, not sure. You naturally wanted to say yes, like you always did, but that wasn’t completely true. You kinda liked him bothering you. For some odd reason.

“What’s this?” Bucky teased, “Is the great Y/N hesitating in rejecting me?” He chuckled, “Either you’re losing your mind or I’m finally getting to you.”

“I’m gonna go with the former,” you replied, “Much more likely.”

“Sure, sure.”

He was wearing sunglasses that framed his face perfectly, and you were annoyed at the way they partially hid his (beautiful eyes) expressions from you.

So, you took them.

You reached forward and slid them off his nose, and then plopped them onto your own.

“I believe I was using those,” he squinted, his eyes readjusting to the brighter sunlight he was being exposed to.

“And now I am. Go figure.”

“Will I be getting them back any time soon?”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

He laughed, and you caught sight of the gum he’d been chewing in his mouth.

“Since when do you chew gum?” You furrowed your brow slightly.

“Since I started trying to quit smoking. Turns out it’s bad for your lungs or something. Who knew, right?”

You crossed your arms, smiling, “Yeah. Who knew.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re winning.”

“Hmm, well, it seems to me that I am at the moment…?”

“Shut up.” He was… kind of blushing. Woah.

“Look,” he continued, “As much as I love this exchange, I do have to get home right now.”

“Then go. I’m not stopping you,” you told him, beginning to walk away toward your own car.

“Maybe not purposefully but you definitely are,” he replied, hopping onto his motorcycle. You just shook your head, before straightening up and blinking in realization.

“Oh, hey,” you paused, “do you want your sunglasses back?”

He stopped for a moment before shrugging, “Nah. You look better in them anyway, sweetheart.”

He winked before revving his engine and speeding away.

‘You look better in them anyway.’

After seeing him wearing them, you weren’t too sure about that…

***

You were lying in bed, scrolling on your phone when you heard a familiar thumping.

Yup. It was him again. But 1am?! Seriously?!

You opened up your window and prepared to yell down at him, “Barnes, what the he-”

“Y/N?”

You frowned. That wasn’t his normal casual-and-smugly-charming attitude. Something was wrong. You could tell immediately.

“Can I… can I come up?” He asked quietly.

“Buck, my parents would kill me if-“

“Please?” His voice cracked slightly on the single syllable and you exhaled.

“Alright. I’ll meet you at the front door.”

You silently crept down the steps and to the front door.

Slowly, you opened the door to see Bucky standing there.

God, you’d never seen him so messed up over something. His face was twisted like you’d never seen before.

“What happened, Buck?”

His eyes flitted up to yours and you noticed the pain behind them. “Um, can we just… not… I don’t want to talk about it.”

You took a deep breath but nodded, “That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

You noticed the bruise blooming on his cheek and you could put the puzzle pieces together yourself. He didn’t need to say anything.

“Look, I know… I know you don’t really like me that much, and I know that I’m always joking around about this stuff but… can I sleep here tonight? I’ll sleep on the floor or whatever, but I just can’t be home right now…”

You nodded, “Of course. Whatever you need. Um, follow me. But, uh, you have to promise to be completely quiet. If my parents catch you here, then you won’t be able to stay.”

Bucky gave a sad smile, “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at being quiet.”

Your heart tugged and you wanted to hug him, but instead you nodded before turning around and leading him up the stairs toward your room.

You gestured him inside and began clearing stuff up from the floor so he could walk without tripping over textbooks and dirty clothes.

He chuckled half-heartedly and you looked up to see why.

“Nice bra,” he nodded towards a black lace one hanging off your closet door. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, but in reality, you were glad he was feeling better enough to joke around, even if the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“So I guess I’ll be here for the night?” He motioned to the floor you had just cleared.

“Oh, well. I mean, you could,” you mumbled, “But you can have the bed if you want. I think you’ve been through enough tonight.”

“I’m not about to potentially get you in trouble with your parents AND steal your bed from you, come on. I’m at least slightly a gentleman.”

“It’s not stealing if I offer. And anyway, I wouldn’t really mind sharing the bed with you. I just don’t wanna make you sleep on my cold, dirty floor.”

Bucky paused and stared at you seriously for a long moment.

You returned the look. You felt like this might be the first time you were seeing the real Bucky. Not that that cocky Bucky wasn’t a version of him, but this was the Bucky beneath all that.

“Really?” He asked after a moment, “I know I can make some people uncomfortable sometimes, and I don’t wanna…”

“You’ve never made me uncomfortable,” you answered immediately.

He was giving you that look again. Like he almost couldn’t trust what you were saying. “Serious?”

You gave a small smile, “Yeah. I mean,” you slipped a smile, “yes, sometimes you’re tediously confident and repetitive…” you teased.

He chuckled.

“… But I trust you,” you ended earnestly. And it was the truth. You didn’t know why. But you did. He may be annoying and perhaps stalkerish, but you knew the second you REALLY told him to stop, he would instantly.

“Thanks,” he replied simply, not knowing what else to say to communicate how much that meant to him.

“You’re welcome.”

You two stared at each other for a moment longer, before you reached forward to touch his face.

Your fingers ghosted over his bruise and trailed down to a few cuts and a split lip, “Want me to take care of that for you?” You whispered.

He only looked at you with wide eyes, before eventually moving his mouth slightly to utter a dazed, “Sure.”

You gave him a soft smile and left the room to go get a first aid kit.

You returned shortly and motioned for him to sit on the bed, bouncing down next to him.

You clicked open the kit and poured some cleaner on a cotton ball.

You cringed at him slightly, “This is gonna hurt.”

“Not as much as it did when I got it,” he half joked.

Your heart broke slightly at that, but you continued on.

You counted down before placing it gently on the cut on his lip. You could tell he was trying not to show the pain.

“You don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t sting, I know it does.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

You sighed but pressed a new cottonball on his temple.

This time he let out an audible hiss.

“Sorry,” you whispered, pulling the cotton ball away. And, for a reason you didn’t know, you leaned forward and kissed his temple before rubbing a little Neosporin on it.

You pulled back and proceeded to work on another one of his cuts, fighting down the wild feelings bubbling inside you at the act.

You dared a small glance at him to see his reaction, and saw his mouth was slightly agape with shock.

Realizing you were looking, he coughed and replaced it with cool charm, “Can I get one of those on this one?” He quirked an eyebrow, pointing at his split lip.

“Shut up,” you lightly punched him in the shoulder.

You noticed the wince he tried, and almost succeed at, hiding.

But he couldn’t hide it from you.

“Show me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You took his face in one hand, “Buck. Let me help.”

He sighed, relentingly, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off over his head.

Your jaw fell open at the bruises littered up and down his muscles. You could tell they weren’t all fresh.

“Come on, Y/N, I don’t want to-“ he looked away and cut himself off.

He seemed… embarrassed.

“Bucky, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. None of this is your fault.”

He was still looking away. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to face you, “Listen to me. None. of this. is your fault.”

He at least seemed to partly take in what you were saying, but he looked down anyway.

Most of his injuries were bruises, but there were a few more cuts you were able to bandage.

Once you finished, you cleaned up the bandages and trash, then shut the first aid kit.

“You can put your shirt back on if you want,” you replied, walking over and placing the first aid kit on your desk to be put away tomorrow morning.

“And what if I don’t want to?” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, “Just get in the bed so I can turn off the light and get some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.

You shook your head, grinning back, and waited until he had slipped his shirt back on and was under the covers for you to turn off the light.

You sighed and climbed in next to him, raising the blankets up to your chin.

“Thanks for helping me,” he whispered into the darkness of the room.

“Thanks for trusting me enough to come to me.”

He only hummed in response.

***

You remember waking up at some point in the early morning, your hand somehow intertwined with his, and the sunlight from your open window streaming in on his beautiful hair and peaceful countenance.

You loved it.

You wished you could wake up to that every morning.

But before you knew it, you’d fallen back asleep. And the next time you awoke wasn’t as kind.

This time, an alarm was blaring, the sunlight was harsher, and there was no beautiful subject for it to fall upon.

You sat up and hit your buzzer, but saw nothing of Bucky anywhere in your room. You frowned and stood up, walking around for a second in confusion before your eyes caught a piece of paper tacked to your bulletin board:

Thanks.

You smiled softly and took the note off, tracing your finger over the 6 scribbled letters.

***

“What about this weekend?” Bucky persisted, appearing next to you and as you walked down the parking lot.

“You just never give up, huh?”

“I’ve been known to be a persistent asshole from time to time.”

“I think the ‘from time to time’ part of that sentence might be too generous of a qualifier.”

“Ouch,” a smile still cracking on his lips.

You shrugged it off, “I’m busy this weekend, too. You can’t just waltz in and expect me to clear my plans for you Buckaroo.”

“‘Buckaroo?’” He winced, “I think you’re slipping, doll.”

“You know what I meant!”

“You’re right I did. So, what about tonight instead?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I told you I couldn’t do future plans as it was such late notice, so you decide to try something even MORE late notice? That makes sense…”

“Well, whaddaya say?”

You hesitated, “It’s a school night.”

“And I’m not hearing a no.”

You exhaled, “Fine. You get one hour. But that’s it. And I’ll set a timer to make sure!”

He grinned the widest you’d ever seen, “Pick you up at 7.”

He started running back toward his motorcycle, but you called after him, “Wait, what are we doing on the date?! What do I wear?!”

“Anything! Actually, scratch that, preferably wear nothing.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re this close to getting cancelled on, Barnes! Don’t push it!”

He just threw his head back and laughed.

You kept walking, annoyed, but couldn’t fight the grin off of your face.

***

At 7:00 on the dot, you heard a motorcycle engine outside your house.

At least he was punctual.

You took one last look at your tank top and skinny jeans in the mirror before dashing off and out the door.

“I see you didn’t follow my advice,” he motioned to your outfit as you stepped outside.

“Is that a problem?”

He grinned at you, “Not at all.”

He tossed an extra helmet at you and you caught it just in time before it could hit your face.

“Nice catch,” he chuckled.

“Very funny. Where are we headed?”

“Aw, now you don’t expect me to just tell you out-right? It’s a surprise, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

You slipped the helmet on and took his outstretched hand. He helped you onto the motorcycle and moved your arms to wrap around his.

“Comfortable?” You teased.

“Very,” he purred, sliding his helmet back on.

He jolted the motorcycle forward without warning, attempting to make you jump with the fake-out.

“You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me to jump.”

“Don’t encourage me.”

Well, let the adventure begin…

***

“Aaaaand, right here,” he tugged on your hand and got you to stop next to him as you both looked out toward the moonlit playground.

“After weeks of build up, I give you one hour with me and you take me to a kiddie park?”

“Hey, it’s not a kiddie park if there’s no kids around!” He motioned around to the emptiness.

“Cuz it’s past their bedtimes. And they’re smarter than to go on dates with know-it-all bad boys who bring girls to parks. What do you plan on doing, vandalizing?”

“Would you relax?” he chuckled, stepping to face you head on, “I’m not sure if you’re familiar with this concept, but I brought you here to have fun. You seem to have forgotten what that’s like.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He narrowed his right back.

“Come, on, Doll, it’s really not-“

“Ah!” You screamed as water spat up and hit you from behind, and you squealed, launching yourself forward and away from the sudden attack.

… And right into Bucky’s arms.

“Well, hello there,” he smirked, “Huh. I guess we must be standing in the water fountains area of the park… Wonder how that happened…”

You gaped, “You got me to stand there on purpose, didn’t you?”

He shrugged a shoulder, failing to fight back a grin, “Maybe. Maybe not. You can’t prove anything.”

You shook your head, “Oh, you are SO going to get it!”

He gave one more laugh before running off in the opposite direction. You chased after him, dodging and screaming as water spurted out of the holes irregularly.

He ran in circles, attempting to dodge you, ducking under one fountain stream and another. You couldn’t reach him, but you tried to thwap and splash as much of the water towards him as you could.

You held your sides from laughter as he got on the ground and rolled, pretending the fountains were like lasers in a spy-action thriller.

You were so busy laughing that you hardly noticed when he stopped and started running directly at you. You screamed right before he body checked you, then lifted you up and over his shoulder.

“Bucky, no!” you wheezed in between giggles.

He purposefully walked right in front of fountains, making sure to angle you and get you the most soaked as you kicked in protest.

He eventually put you down and you charged right back at him, knocking him to the ground along with yourself.

You landed on top of him, and one shared look sent you both into hysterics of laughter, the feeling of his chest rumbling beneath yours only making you smile brighter.

“You are so full of it, Barnes,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Oh, am I?” he replied, but his usual cockiness dimmed as he looked at you, biting his lip slightly.

Your eyes slid to his lips and your breathing shallowed. It would’ve been so easy to just lean down one more inch and close the distance, feel his lips on yours and see if he was really as good at kissing as you had been imagining him to be.

You reached up slowly and threaded a hand through his long hair.

He hummed into the feeling, contentedness flickering in his eyes and stretching across his mouth in a smile. And suddenly, he was just too beautiful. Him, lying beneath you, so peacefully content, was just too beautiful that you couldn’t avoid it anymore.

You stared in his eyes for one last moment before moving forward and connecting your lips.

Fountains bubbled up around you, splashing you with cold water, but you hardly noticed.

It began tentatively, with gentle care and simplicity.

But as the kiss’s length grew on, it became harder, hungrier.

Bucky sat up, guiding your arms to reach around his neck as he reached around your waist. You slid your legs forward and wrapped them around him, pressing yourself as close as possible as the kiss picked up steam. He let his hands slide further down your back as you drug your nails through his hair.

He gasped slightly against your lips, and you grinned, kissing him harder.

It wasn’t until the fountain directly beneath you went off that you finally broke apart for air.

You chuckled quietly, nuzzling your head into his neck and biting back the massive grin across your face.

You heard Bucky’s chest rumble with a chuckle and pulled back to look at him.

He motioned to his watch, displaying the numbers 7:58, “It appears that I’ve used my whole hour up. You still sure you wanna go back to studying Calculus right now?”

“Just shut up,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing his collar and kissing him again.

————-

Summary: The reader’s car breaks down and has to be taken to an auto repair shop to be fixed. The mechanic there is a huge, intimidating man, but with a heart of gold that immediately piques her interest.

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 5,006 (i went a bit overboard)

Warnings: Swearing.

You tapped your foot, one hand digging into your coat pocket to try and return some heat into it while the other held your phone to your ear. You stared down at the road as the dial tone rang at the other end, waiting for someone to pick up. Cars drove by you without a care of your steaming car, or the open bumper. Finally, a click sounded and a voice spoke into the receiver.

“Brooklyn 24/7 Auto Repair, how can I help you?” The man sounded cheerful, almost too much so, compared to how crappy you were feeling. You didn’t blame him. You would have been happy too if your feet were in a pair of dry shoes.

“Yes hi. Uh, my car broke down and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You shouted into the phone over the noise of the passing traffic.”

“Don’t worry, Ma'am. Where are you?”

The morning is calm, you are awake before Bucky, stepping to him to look at his wound. Gently you pull the cover off his body and undress the wound.

It has stopped bleeding and Eir seems to like this man because there is no infection. You stand up and get the balm again, rubbing it on his wound and bandage it again.

Kneeling beside him you muster him again. He looks relaxed, much different from earlier. Blue eyes are hidden by eyelids with long lashes and you realize how handsome he really is. His jawline sharp and strong, giving him a natural edge.

His left arm is tattooed with different designs and you can’t hold yourself back from touching his skin and tracing the ink. They are beautiful and perfectly fitting into each other. You don’t doubt that every swirl and line has a story behind it. And you would love to know them.

“Why are you alone?”

Bucky is so nice and I love that she's not afraid to demand answers from a warrior.

Summary: Officer James Barnes goes undercover to take down a prominent mob boss. One of the workers there is Y/N Y/L/N, a girl desperate to escape the illegal life she’s been trapped in.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,716

Warnings: swearing. 

Series Masterlist

When you walked out of your room that night, Emma was pulling out a bunch of DVDs and placing them on the coffee table. You blinked as you watched her microwave popcorn, rushing to the fridge to grab a six pack of beer.

“Bucky will be here any minute.” She announced.

You perked up at the words. “Bucky’s coming?”

You hadn’t seen Bucky since you were released a week ago. You were sure he was avoiding you, and you didn’t blame him. You weren’t exactly winning any Girlfriend of The Year awards right now.

Summary: Officer James Barnes goes undercover to take down a prominent mob boss. One of the workers there is Y/N Y/L/N, a girl desperate to escape the illegal life she’s been trapped in.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,057

Warnings: swearing, angst.

Series Masterlist

Twelve years later

The precinct was just as busy as it had always been, officers and civilians alike bustling around, coffee brewing in shitty old coffee makers, conversation flowing through the air, papers rustling as they were scanned, stuffed into files, signed and sent off. The phone at Steve’s desk was still ringing by the time Bucky got back to his desk. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, feeling a stab of pain in his forehead. He couldn’t believe someone could be so insistent. He glared at Steve from across the bullpen, hoping the heat in his gaze would be enough to make him turn around and walk to his desk to answer the call. But it wasn’t.

He let out a sigh of relief when the ringing stopped, shuffling through some papers at his desk. Bucky nearly ripped them in half when the phone started ringing again.

Characters: Audrey x Reader 

Word Count: 620

Warnings: prob bad writing none really

Summary:  “yes, i know this is a bar but you’re a rlly hot bartender and i panicked and said “cHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me what i wanted to drink, now i just want to crawl away and hide forever” au that turned into “yes, i know this is a movie theater but you’re a rlly hot attendant and i panicked and said “cHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me if I wanted to drink something, now i just want to crawl away and hide forever” au

Author’s Note: Hi! This is the first imagine that I actually finished and I’m posting so… hope you like it! Don’t really know what to say.

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You loved going to the movie theater, every part of it. The smell of popcorn and butter when you stepped inside, the people’s excitement. Since you were a little kid, that was a magical place for you. You saw your favorite movie in a movie theater, you had your first kiss there. It was definitely your favorite place in the world. You went there when you were happy, sad, lonely, anxious or just because you felt like it. You never minded about going more than once to see the same movie, sometimes you stayed there the whole day, making double or triple sessions, and every employee knew you. Every time you left the movie theater, you felt like a whole different person, with a whole new perspective.

Since Lakewood had been struck by murders again and again, the town’s movie theater was where you spent most of your days when you weren’t at school. And that was the place where you met Audrey Jensen. One of the survivors of the Lakewood slashers, employee of the place and probably one of the most beautiful girls you had ever seen.

Every time you saw her, your palms got sweaty and you didn’t know what to do, what led to you always making a fool of yourself in front of her: rambling, stuttering and staring were normal things.

You were going to see a new horror movie that was in exhibition and were excited for it. Horror wasn’t your favorite genre or anything, but you thought it was going to be a good one.

You got your ticket, went to buy popcorn and there she was. Instantly, you started feeling nervous. Still, you made your way to the line and waited until it was your turn.

“So, Y/N, what can I get you?” She asked when you made to the front of the line.

“Huh, just a small popcorn, please.” While she was making your request, you watched her and hoped it wasn’t too creepy. She looked so good in that uniform.

Audrey made her way to you and handed you the popcorn. “Do you want something to drink?”

You got so distracted that when she asked you, you blurted out “Chocolate milk.” The way she arched her eyebrows and laughed made you want to hide forever. “God, sorry. Just water.” You put the money on the counter and ran away when she handed you the bottle of water.

You really wanted to concentrate on the movie, but every time you tried to pay attention, your mind drifted of to what happened to Audrey. You thought you could never see her again and would probably have stop going to your favorite place in the world, or you would just die of embarrassment.

The movie was good, even though you were able to watch only a part of it. When you were about to get out of the movie theater, someone caught your arm.

“How was the movie?” Audrey inquired when you turned around to face her.

“It was good.” You barely stuttered out.

“So, I was thinking…  maybe we could go out someday, maybe watch a movie.” She said and all you could do was stare at her. The gorgeous girl you had a crush on was actually asking you out. Was that a joke?

You hope you didn’t pause too much before answering, “Yeah, I would like that.” She smiled at you and you two settle a day to go out together.

Even after the night had a few embarrassments for you, which was normal, it had been a good one. One of the many good nights you had in that movie theater.

Good luck with the Thing. You can do the Thing. You will do the Thing. You just have to do the Thing.

Best wishes,

Word Count: 1.1 k

A/N: The feedback to the first chapter was overwhelming and I’m so happy that you like it so much.  I hope that I can keep up with your expectations.  Thank you to all the reblogs, hearts and comments. Love you~ 

He musters you just the same and you straighten up, not wanting to show him that you are scared. A slightly amused smirk plays on his lips before he takes a deep breath and presses his left hand on his waist, groaning softly. He looks up at you again after his pain grew less. “Where is your husband?”

“I don’t have one, this is my home”, you answer his question with fire in your eyes, not wanting to be degraded because you are a woman. His eyes soften a bit and he looks surprised, but he quickly gathers himself again and nods. “Then I have to ask you if I can stay for the night. As you can see I’m wounded and I need a shelter. Would you let me in, woman?” It’s not common for men to ask women so submissively and you feel a tingle running down your spine at seeing him bow his head before you.

“Are you being followed?” He shakes his head. “I killed the ones following me before I arrived here.” You nod and look at him, trying to decide if you want to let him in or not. He already swore to the gods not to hurt you and he willingly laid down his weapons. And he is truly wounded, you can see the blood flow from between his fingers.

41. “How can you still look so attractive while crying.” and 42. “I’m pregnant.”

thank you!! this one is a bit longer than usual oops