Stones (Steve X Reader)

MYTHOLOGY: Creatures of Myth

29. All I want is you! 50. So whose the unlucky girl?

Requested by @justareader —-

There you were, sitting outside under a tree. You were lost in your book, not once taking your eyes off the pages.

Bucky watched your from afar. A smile appearing on his lips. He was captivated by you. Ever since the first second he saw you walk in to Tony’s lab, he was hooked.

That was about six months ago, and he had made it his mission to get to know you.

But little did he know, he would start to fall for you. Which brought him here.

He took in a deep breath, and started toward you. His heart was pounding profusely with every step he took.

“Hey.” He muttered, capturing your attention.

You shot your gaze up to him, squinting your eyes as the sun blinded you for a moment. “Hi!” You smiled.

Bucky loved that smile, it was the one he had memorized.

“I kind of need help with something.” He exhaled, digging his hands deep into his pockets.

You closed your book, and propped up to your feet. You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. “So whose the unlucky girl?” You teased.

Bucky swallowed hard, glancing at the floor then back to you. His stomach was churning more and more. “Uh–”

“Let me guess, is it that girl from the bar! The blonde chick that you slept with?Because she didn’t seem like your type. Just saying.”

He shook his head feeling the heat radiate off his body. “No.” He exhaled. “Actually, it’s you.”

Suddenly you were frozen. As your eye brows furrowed, you locked your gaze with his. Scanning his face for bluff. “Bullshit.” You lightly chuckled.

Bucky quickly licked his lips. “I’m serious Y/N. All I want is you.” He stated. “I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“B-But what about–what about the blonde? The one you’ve been–”

“I tried to push my feelings aside but I couldn’t because, she’s not you.” He expressed. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”

“Buck-”

“I love you Y/N.”

You’re Distracting Me

Request: “We’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing? What are you- HOE DON’T DO IT!” *Takes hit meant for other person*” “Oh my god.” With Bucky please”

Warning(s): Swearing, fighting, mentions of injury

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long. I haven’t gotten around to writing. Anyway, I hope you like this and enjoy!

You could hear gunshots as you fought hand to hand with the man in front of you. You were on a mission and had been compromised. You got in a good blow to the man’s head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You hear Steve question through the com in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You say, quickly giving your surroundings a once over before you spot a sniper on top of the building aiming for Bucky. “But he’s not!” You say, beginning to sprint towards the sniper, but then you realized you wouldn’t make it in time.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve asks frantically. You can hear more fighting through your com. You don’t answer and turn and sprint towards Bucky instead of the sniper.

Bucky catches sight of you as the guy he had just knocked unconscious fell to the ground. Not sensing any immediate danger and realizing you’re running towards him, he yells to you, “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing?” That’s when he finally seems to notice the sniper that is not very well hidden on top of the building aiming the gun. “DON’T DO IT!” He screams at you.

“I’m saving your life, Asshole. Shut up.” You murmur as you finally make it to Bucky just in time for the bullet meant for him enters your flesh.

“Oh, my God!” Bucky exclaims after he has returned fire to the sniper, hitting him in the head and killing him. He kneels down, pulling you into his arms.

“Steve, I hope you got what we need because we need to get Y/N out of here.” He looks down at you in his arms and at the area on your torso that you’re holding tightly to slow the bleeding.

“Get her to the quinjet. We’ll catch up.” Steve says, and that’s all Bucky needs to get going.

Running as fast as he can, he makes it to the quinjet in record time. He frantically looks around for anything to help slow the bleeding, or to possibly patch you up in some way.

“Y/N, why do you have to be heroic all the time?” He asks, sounding frustrated. He takes some fabric he found and presses it against your wound.

“Why do you need saving all the time, Princess?” You ask sarcastically.

“Why do you have to be sarcastic all the time? I’m trying to save your life!”

“That’s all I was doing for you, Asshole.”

“But why did you have to do that? I could’ve handled it and then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Because I love you, Dumbass!”

Bucky’s movements stop. “What?”

“I’m not saying it again, old man. Get your ears checked.”

“You can finish proclaiming your love for one another later. We have to get Y/N back to base.” Steve says, quickly rushing into the pilot’s seat to get you guys in the air and on your way.

Bucky looks down at you with a small smile, “Don’t die on me now, Doll. I love you, too, and since this is a mutual feeling, I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“I might say yes if you’d shut up. My bullet wound hurts like hell right now and you’re distracting me and it’s annoying.”

“You’re always such the lady.”

“Again, shut up.”

“As you wish, Doll.”

GIF is not mine

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.”

Burglary doesn’t suit you

Pietro Maximoff (quicksilver) x reader

Word count: 1434

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite birthday girl @hipster-fandomblr because she’s such a huge fan of Pietro! Happy birthday, Mirte! I hope I did him justice! <3

“Get me the intel, they said, you’ll be fine, they said,” you muttered mockingly as you crept around the house, looking for an entrance. You’d waited until it was dark enough to walk around without getting seen, but you were already regretting your decision as you realised you had overestimated your skills and you had no idea how to actually get inside the house. Seeing as this was the first time your boss had sent you on a mission of your own, you’d been a little too excited about the money you would receive to care about preparing the break-in.

You had liked to think of yourself as a badass spy on a super-secret mission, however reality had soon hit you in the face when you’d figured out your boss was just a fat rich guy ordering people around to do his dirty business for him. Of course once you’d discovered the things he was doing weren’t exactly very legal, you’d tried to leave. But then you remembered how much money you were earning right now and, well, it’s not like part-time babysitting was a well-paid job.

So here you were, wasting your Friday night when you could have been binging Supernatural while wrapped in a blanket on the couch. You arrived at the backdoor of the house and of course you weren’t lucky enough for it to just be open. You sighed and opened your bag, having received a lock pick from your boss. Unfortunately, you’d never actually practiced using it before and after a few tries you groaned in frustration and threw it on the ground. You realised your mistake and flinched as it hit the ground with a loud clank sound. You hissed as you quickly picked it up and waited anxiously for any reaction.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you assumed anyone who heard you had already moved on and you carefully put the device in your backpack. Throwing one last angry look at the backdoor, you started searching for a different entrance. Luckily, you didn’t have to search very far as you immediately noticed an open window a couple of feet further. You cursed yourself for not noticing it sooner and made your way to the window. You pushed it open and started climbing, having to start over a couple of times and eventually ending up lying on the windowsill, panting, one leg inside the house and the other still dangling outside the window. You tried to slowly let go of the windowsill and lower yourself onto the floor, but gravity wasn’t on your side as you let go too soon and crashed down onto the floor. You stiffened, staying down for a couple of seconds, before deciding nobody was home and scrambling up from the floor.

You sighed as you looked around, trying to figure out which room you’d broken into. You cursed yourself - again – for being so incredibly unprepared and not bringing a flashlight. You considered turning on the light for a second, before deciding it would probably raise suspicion and you didn’t want to screw up your last chance of not getting discovered. Finally focusing on the outline of a couch, you realised you’d ended up in the living room. You slowly made your way through the room, occasionally groaning as you bumped into things standing in your way. As you finally reached a door that led you to the hallway, you sighed and you peered into the darkness, trying to figure out which door would lead you to the room you needed.

You were about to randomly choose a door and go for it, when a gravelly voice behind you startled you.

“Could you use some light, maybe?”

You screamed and quickly turned around in terror, immediately noticing a man standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes widened as you realised you’d been caught and your mind raced to find a way out. Eyeing the still open window, you didn’t hesitate to make a run for it.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get very far. In a flash, the man was standing in front of you and you ran right into him. He quickly grabbed your arms to keep you upright.

“Now, dragă, that really won’t do.” The man took a step closer as he chuckled and crossed his arms, towering over you.

Your brain tried to process how fast the man had appeared in front of you and realisation dawned on you that this was the one and only Quicksilver aka Pietro Maximoff standing in front of you. He watched in amusement as your eyes widened with recognition and suddenly you became aware of how close the two of you were standing to each other. You blushed as you took in his shirtless appearance and you hastily focused on his face. However, you soon realised his face was equally distracting as his hair was extremely messy like he had just woken up, which was probably the case as it was the middle of the night. He looked tired and, admittedly, very cute with a lazy smile lingering on his face as he watched you freak out in front of him. His eyes were the bluest you’d ever seen and as the two of you were illuminated by the moonlight, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at his muscles and you could’ve sworn he was flexing on purpose.

You took a deep breath and quickly looked back at his face, trying to figure out a way to talk yourself out of the situation.

“I can explain this.” You started, immediately cursing yourself because of course you couldn’t explain it, I mean, what were you going to say? ‘Excuse me, Mr Quicksilver, I got lost and somehow ended up in your house in the middle of the night!’?

“You mean you didn’t just break into my house?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, definitely flexing his muscles. Dammit. “Because it kind of looks like you did, dragă.”

“Wh- what? No! Of course not! I- uhm- I mean I didn’t know it was your house obviously,” You stammered, your eyes fixed on his face to avoid getting distracted by his absolutely gorgeous abs that are probably shaped by God himself.

You hadn’t realised you’d taken a step back until he stepped closer again.

“Why are you blushing, prinţesă,” He smirked, looking down at you, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m blushing’, I’m not blushing, you’re blushing!” You scoffed as you straightened and lifted your head up high in defiance. “What are you doing anyway? I broke into your house, shouldn’t you be calling the police instead of standing here and talking?” You challenged.

Which was a stupid thing to do because of course you didn’t want to get arrested, but currently you were standing in front of world’s hottest superhero and you just tried to rob him obviously this was going to turn out great. All you wanted was to get as far away as fast as possible because was it just you or was it getting really hot in here?

He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute for a burglar, I don’t think I want the police interrupting us.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, your eyes still focused on his face in a desperate attempt to ignore his glorious body. You cursed him silently, who the hell sleeps shirtless anyway?

“I don’t think flirting is the best way to fight crime, honestly” You blurted out, getting increasingly nervous as he stared at you intently with that stupid smirk of his.

He laughed loudly at your comment. “I don’t think I can call what you just did a crime, prinţesă.”

You let out a breath, suddenly letting go of all the tension you were holding. “I broke into your house!” You exclaimed, for some reason feeling offended he didn’t think you were a criminal.

Seeing how upset you looked, he chuckled. “To be honest, I heard you trying to pick the lock and I didn’t stop you so technically I let you in.”

“I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, it seems like a great idea to me,” He smirked as he lifted your chin, “At least now I get to do this.” He muttered as he leaned down and closed the gap between you.

Pulling back for a second, you mumbled, “You know what, I changed my mind, this was the best idea ever.” He chuckled before reconnecting your lips once again.

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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My silver lining (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Hey! I love your blog! Can you maybe do a steve x reader based on the song my silver lining from first aid kit? maybe were she just had enough and want to see other things or something like that? thank you so much ♥

Words: 755

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: There’s not much angst here, there’s nothing to worry about, really.

Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. Here is the song, I know I didn’t put the lyrics to it, but I couldn’t put the plot into them, so I just wrote something. Sorry for taking so long, I was really clueless on how to write it. @ilovebeingjoyful loves Steve so I’m tagging her :)

“Steve, baby…” You said with a guilty look in your face “I may have done the most reckless thing in the world…” You bit your lower lip while you kept your hands behind you because you had something to hide. “Man, this was not my idea” Sam defended himself with his hands up to his chest “She thought of it all along… but I may have taken her to the place” “Please don’t tell me you got a tattoo” Steve actually looked like an old dad reading that newspaper on the couch “(Y/N), don’t tell me you got a tattoo” “I guess I’m gonna leave you two alone” Sam kissed your temple and hurried to get out.   Steve had been your boyfriend for a while now; it wasn’t that long of a while but you still felt like it was forever. You loved him, you really did, but he was just so boring it killed you. You were not the adventurous type either, but you loved to go out and do some new things. Fortunately, Steve had the most outrageous group of friends that loved to do crazy shit.   This time it was Sam Wilson’s turn to join you in one of the craziness of yours. From the first time you met each other, you became really close; he was like a brother to you because he loved to do unplanned stuff and he could hear you out whenever you had those moments in which Steve could not get any more boring.   “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) what did you get?” Steve folded the paper and left it next to him. “Runes” You said, proudly showing your sore wrists that just had their share of ink. “And they mean?” He rose his blonde eyebrows. “This one is protection” You showed your right one and he examined it very closely; he was only missing the glass to look like a dad “And this one is movement” You showed him, trying to give him the hints “Sammy also got a tattoo, so we kinda had besties tattoos” “I mean, they look pretty but…” “It was either this or my constellation on my back” You pointed out “But you said it looked pretty to it doesn’t matter” You smiled widely and walked to the bedroom.   The next few days, between taking care of your new tattoos and going out with the female Avengers, you decided to give Steve the talk. You couldn’t bear the boredom of our life anymore. You needed to explore the world, and not be locked up in your apartment because he was afraid of you getting hurt or something of the sort.   You had packed your stuff already and left the bags on the living room. You had called Sam earlier that day of your farewell so he could pick you up and accept you back in his place (you two lived together before you went to live with Steve). You drank at least three cups of coffee before Steve arrived and the caffeine was getting into your system, but when he finally appeared through the door and saw the bags, he asked for an explanation immediately.   “Steve, I’m gonna leave you” You said bluntly; it was not the way you wanted to break down things to him “I can’t do this anymore… I feel like I’m stuck here with you” Your caffeine façade slowly started to disappear “I… I love you so much, but I can’t bear that the only thing that we do is cuddle and have sex. We don’t even try new stuff at sex! I have asked you a hundred times to dress up or getting tied up or whatever but you keep saying no” You bit your lip “I can’t live like this…” “You’re leaving me because I’m boring?” He asked, still not really getting the idea. “I’m leaving you because I’m bored… I can’t believe that to do something fun and different I had to go to a shooting range with Natasha and Maria… Steve, I do love you because you are great… But this is unbearable” He sighed, knowing that you were right and he hadn’t done anything to keep the fire alive “I’ll be with Sam just so you know… Think about it and think if you don’t want to lose me” You leaned forward to kiss his lips one last time. It broke your heart to do it, but eventually it’ll be for the best to see if Steve was actually willing to change his ways for you.

The Courtesy Rules Of Blindness

from The Courtesy Rules Of Blindness

“When you meet me don’t be ill at ease. It will help both of us if you remember these simple points of courtesy:

I’m an ordinary person, just blind. You don’t need to raise your voice or address me as if I were a child. Don’t ask my spouse what I want–“Cream in the coffee?”–ask me.

I may use a long white cane or a guide dog to walk independently; or I may ask to take your arm. Let me decide, and please don’t grab my arm; let me take yours. I’ll keep a half-step behind to anticipate curbs and steps.

I want to know who’s in the room with me. Speak when you enter. Introduce me to the others including children, and tell me if there’s a cat or dog.

The door to a room or cabinet or to a car that is left partially open is a hazard to me.

At dinner I will not have trouble with ordinary table skills.

Don’t avoid words like “see.” I use them too. I’m always glad to see you.

I don’t want pity, but don’t talk about the “wonderful compensations” of blindness. My sense of smell, taste, touch or hearing did not improve when I became blind, I rely on them more and, therefore, may get more information through those senses than you do–that’s all.

If I’m your houseguest, show me the bathroom, closet, dresser, window–the light switch too. I like to know whether the lights are on or off.

I’ll discuss blindness with you if you’re curious, but it’s an old story to me. I have as many other interests as you do.

Don’t think of me as just a blind person. I’m just a person who happens to be blind.

You don’t need to remember some “politically correct” term, “visually impaired”, “sight challenged” etc. Keep it simple and honest, just say blind.

         In all 50 states the law requires drivers to yield the right of way when they see my extended white cane. Only the blind may carry white canes. You see more blind persons today walking alone, not because there are more of us, but because we have learned to make our own way.”

Between Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry there’s been a big gap between fics, I’ve had a bunch thrown on me within the past few days so I haven’t had a lot of time to write. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

Request: Hi can I request a Bucky fic where Thor leaves his hammer sitting around and bucky sees it and thinks that hes alone so he moves it without knowing about it and the reader sees and explains to him that he’s worthy and he begs her not to tell anyone? (requested by @attariian )

Warnings: Brief language, mentions of killing(? i guess)

Words: 1036

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Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~

By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.

I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.