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Hello there! I don't know if you're interested in a (maybe) multi-part fic, but I had this idea for a while and can't take it from my head, maybe you can help

Telepath!reader that is new in the avenger's team and still can't control all her powers (especially when she is asleep). Nicky still has nightmares and reader feels his fear "pulling" her into his dream. She transforms Bucky's nightmare into a silly dream, thinking it's her dream. And it happens every night, but they don't know that they are really interacting with each other, because they think it's just a dream. But they start falling in love with each other.

I was thinking multi-part because each part could be a dream. So it would be a slow burn.

I love your writing and I think you would do amazing work with this, but it's ok if you're not interested.

Thank you for this, I hope you enjoy it! I have written dreamscape reality once before so I'm super excited to do it again. The other dream story was Raindrops & Roses if anyone wanted to check it out too.

Ships in the Night [pt.1] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, fluff, nightmares WC: 2.9k

You were still getting used to your apartment at the Avengers compound and you cursed as you tripped over the coffee table in the dark. You should have known that staying up for movie night was a bad idea but you had wanted to mingle with the other agents. There were only a handful of them missing so you finally got to put some faces to the names you had seen on the apartment doors.

The night had dragged on far longer than you had expected and when you were tired your telepathic and empathic powers were difficult to control. Already you could feel residual emotions from the other inhabitants of the building and even beyond. Somewhere out in the carpark a man was crying because his wife had left him and you felt his pain echoing in your chest until he drove away.

The action movie must have been playing on your mind as you settled into your new bed for the night, for when you closed your eyes you were met with the violent clashes of war. Men screamed and gunshots fired as you found yourself in an unfamiliar place, a damp forest that smelt of gunpowder instead of fresh air. To make matters worse, the sky was clouding over and large raindrops were quickly turning the earth to mud.

“This won’t do.” You complained as you began to tramp through the terrain and focused on rewriting the scenery as you went.

Mud filled your boots as you looked to the sky and curled your hand up, grabbing the clouds like balls of cotton candy and dropping them to dissolve in the puddles at your feet.

“We couldn’t have watched Crazy, Stupid, Love could we?” You growled as you shook the mud from your shoe and expelled a lungful of air to dry the ground once again. “This would be much better with Ryan Gosling.”

Gunshots suddenly sounded closer and you scanned the treeline trying to find which direction they were coming from when a flash of green caught your eye. You instinctively ducked as bullets flew over your head, not that it really mattered in the dreamworld, and ran towards a crop of fallen trunks that could hopefully provide cover. You leapt over the top of one log and were met with a pair of stunned and stunning blue eyes before a stray bullet tore through your chest. His eyes widened as he saw you topple over but before you had even hit the ground you woke in your bed.

Of course you would finally find a handsome man and die.

Tossing the blankets back, you carefully snaked your way to the small kitchenette each apartment had and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. You pressed it to your head first, letting the chill chase away the lingering fear of the man with the blue eyes. Like most dreams, by morning you would forget all about them and face another day of strengthening your mental walls.

“Morning sunshine.”

You nodded glumly at Natasha, her perky happiness radiating from her and easily penetrating your shield. You had hoped to have a better sleep when you returned to bed but you weren’t that lucky and now your mood was as dark as the bags that hung under your eyes.

“No one should be this happy, it’s not even 8am.” You complained as she poured you both a cup of coffee.

To make your morning worse, you had opened your cupboard and found your coffee pot empty so you had been forced to use the main kitchen on the ‘social’ floor as it had been dubbed. You couldn’t see yourself spending too much time in there with your powers, being around people and especially ones with trauma left you absorbing it into yourself. If you were lucky that is where it stayed but you had been known on occasion to accidentally release it to anyone in the vicinity.

Nat’s head tilted as you looked at you over her mug, and you laughed as she tried to read you. “You’re not the empath here, Nat.”

“I don’t need to be.” She shot back with a raised eyebrow. “You have all the signs of sleep deprivation. I read your file, do you need more time to settle in? We can put off training until you are better rested. We don’t want to have another incident like the one we-”

“I’m fine.” You said with a bit more bite than you intended to and took a deep breath. “I appreciate the concern but I will be fine, that won’t happen again.”

Her phone pinged and she pulled it from her pocket to see the message. “Well, it’s your lucky day. Barnes and Wilson just got called away so you’ll be training with me instead.”

She was genuinely happy to train you and it made it a bit easier to pull yourself out of the chair and follow her to the gym facility. The first time you had sparred with the Black Widow you had taken a hit to the head that left you dazed and your power had struck her in self preservation. You had seen the trauma of her past and brought it to the surface, accidentally making her relive the memories while you tried to stop it. You were surprised she would let you in the same room with her after everything you had seen.

“Is he really as scary as they say?” You asked as you caught up with her.

“Who? Barnes?” She laughed. “He’s just as grumpy as every other one hundred year old man but he’s not scary.”

“To you, you're the Black Widow.”

“I can still find things scary.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

She came to a stop and thought for a moment before shrugging. “I’ll think of something.”

You collapsed onto your bed with a groan, the aches of the day reminding you that tomorrow will be even worse. You didn’t even have the energy to close the curtains and the lights of the helipad lit up as a quinjet came in to land. It was too dark outside to see who it was departing the jet but you assumed it was Barnes and Wilson since no one else had left that you knew of. Rolling away from the window, you wriggled under your covers, quickly falling to sleep.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You squealed as you were grappled around the waist and pulled away from the bullets that rained down on you. Your back was pressed to a tree, the sharp twigs and bark digging into you as the blue eyed man protected you with his own body.

“Why do I keep coming here?” You muttered as you found yourself in the same warzone as last night.

“The hell if I know, doll, but it isn’t safe.” He all but shouted over the gunfire, panic rising in his chest as he head peeked out behind the tree only to duck back in as a shell hit another tree. “I gotta get you outta here.”

“Relax, we can go anywhere you want.” You said as you raised your palm and turned the shrapnel and debris into doves. He watched in wonder as the metal and wood disappeared in a plume of white feathers before taking to the sky. While he was distracted you placed your finger to his temple and saw his home, taking you far away from the place that brought him no comfort.

“Are we in Brooklyn?” He asked as the trees gave way to the empty streets he had grown up in.

“I thought it might help you calm down.”

“How did you do that?”

His hand reached out to touch the bricks of his old school and felt the abrasive clay against his fingers.

“This is a dream. Just change it.” You shrugged.

His eyebrows pinched together and he ran a hand over his slicked back hair. “You say it like that’s easy.”

“Dreams are just the culmination of our emotions forming a reality of their own.” You said turning him around to see the name of his elementary school. “I wanted somewhere that you associated with comfort and we came here.”

In the apartment down the hall from you, Agent Barnes’ thrashing finally stilled. He hadn’t had a single night of peace since he broke from Hydra, guilt and regret tormenting him night and day. Now, he settled into the mattress that no longer felt too soft, something the guilt had always made him feel unworthy of, any comfort really.

You reached out to the brick he had touched and pulled it out of the wall, breaking off the corner like it was a square of chocolate. Holding your hand up to his chest where his dog tags lay resting, you paused. “May I?”

You could see the curiosity in his bright eyes as you lifted the chain and placed the square of brick like a pendant over one of his tags. The metal and brick merged as one and you let it fall back against his chest, his fingers automatically reaching for it as you let go. Although it looked no different when he ran his fingers over he felt the warm brick and not the cold metal.

“Next time you need an escape, just feel for the brick. Your mind will do the rest.” You smiled as you turned away, feeling the stirrings of your body waking up. “I hope you find some peace.”

You almost missed his answer as your eyes began to open but the words slipped through your consciousness. “Me too.”

“Would you look at that, Cyborg nearly smiled.” You heard a man with a teasing tone around the corner.

“Shut up before I break your wings Birdman.” A gruff voice warned, the irritation and self-hate slamming into your shield. “I don’t smile.”

“Sure you don’t. Maybe it was just gas, like with newborns.”

You turned on your heel and decided you would find another exit out of the building, one where there was less anger. You were still clenching your fists at the residual angst when you hit fresh air and you decided Nat would be happier with you taking a 10 minute walk to control your emotions than go straight into training with her like this.

“You’re late.” A familiar voice growled as you pushed the gym door open and found two men waiting, one leaning casually against the wall, the other in a stiff stance with their arms crossed over their chest.

“Where’s Nat, I mean Agent Romanoff?” You swallowed as you forgot the formalities after becoming too familiar with Nat.

“Relax, I’m Sam.” Agent Wilson said before turning to his rigid partner. “Dude, you’re scaring her. The robot is-”

“Agent Barnes, the arm kind of gives it away.” You said with a shy smile.

“Are you here to train or talk?” Agent Barnes said, the usual grumpy tone slightly off as he tried to figure out why you looked familiar, assuming like you did that you had seen each other in passing at the compound.

“I mean, if there’s a choice…” You joked and Sam laughed but Agent Barnes' lips barely twitched. “Train it is.”

After two hours of getting your ass handed to you, they let you leave and you limped out of the gym grateful to be able to breathe something other than the overpowering masculinity of Captain America and the Winter Soldier. As much as it seemed like they hated each other you could see the truth but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to be the one to tell them they were actually friends. Maybe if they kept making you try to fight without your power then you may resort to it.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Nat teased as she walked into your room with two plates of food.

“I feel like shit.” You groaned as you sat up and made space for her on your bed before inhaling the food after the appetite you had worked up. “My bruises have bruises.”

“It gets easier, trust me.” She said, hanging around for a while before noticing your yawns coming in quick succession. “Rest up, you’re going to need it.”

“Ok, this is getting stupid now.” You huffed as you looked around the forest and found it almost completely silent, no gunshots or explosions. There was only a growing rumble and a chill in the air, the temperature dropping by the second. Twin tracks rolled past you and you realised the sound was a train, quickly making its way along the tracks towards you. Narrowing your eyes at the train, you spotted a silhouette on the roof and slowly he came into focus.

You sprinted head on to the train, the railway sleepers forming steps for you to climb until you could jump onto the roof, landing beside the soldier as you found yourself in some frozen mountain range. “Well, this is a change at least.”

He couldn’t seem to hear you as he stared over the edge of the train and down the cliff face to the icy raveen below. His eyes were reflecting the sky and ice and you felt the panic holding him petrified in place, he couldn’t even move to touch his dog tag. Cursing softly to yourself, you fought against your natural urge to absorb his panic and instead worked to break him from his trance.

“Ok, let's rewrite this bad boy.” You mused as you looked at the train about to head into a tunnel.

Darkness enveloped you both and you pictured the change you wanted to see, feeling your body become harnessed as a speck of light began to grow, the tunnel coming to an end. A scream tore from your lips as you flew into the light and straight into a loop-de-loop. You looked over at the soldier, strapped just like you were into the carriage, hands gripping the harness that kept him from falling out. Your stomach turned as you exited the last loop and you were glad the ride was coming to a stop, the large signs for Coney Island coming into view.

“Are you my guardian angel?”

“I don’t think anyone has called me an angel.” You chuckled.

“They should.” He said with a smile and the ride came to a halt. “I’m Bucky.”

“Y/n.” You accepted his hand as he climbed out the ride first and he slipped it under his elbow to rest on his forearm.

“Let me win you the biggest teddy, it’s the least I can do to thank you for saving me yet again, angel.” He pleaded as he led the way to the carnival stalls. “I’m pretty good at hitting the bullseye.”

His timeless charm was seeping through the longer he went without the return of his nightmare and you found yourself nodding, enjoying the moment of joyous emotions rolling off him. There was a moment where clouds filled the blue sky as he raised the slug gun to his shoulder but with a wave of your hand the rifle turned to a modern nerf gun and he turned to you with a relieved smile as the clouds dissipated.

He pulled the trigger and a flower sprouted from the barrel and you laughed at the fake unamused look he gave you, his lips curling up at the corners before he laughed. Pulling the trigger a dozen more times, he plucked the bouquet from the end of the gun and held them out for you.

“I mean, it’s no giant teddy…” You teased as you took the peonies from his hand.

His hand planted on the bench and he vaulted over the top so that he could knock the bullseye down and grabbed the biggest teddy there was, one that was almost as big as he was. “One giant teddy for the dame.”

“Your honour is only surpassed by your skills of theft.”

His smirk left you unarmed and he grabbed your hand so that he could tow you to the next stall, then the next. You hadn’t laughed so much in your life as you played every arcade game there was. Win or lose, Bucky would get you a prize until you couldn't possibly carry anymore and you were sad you wouldn’t be able to take them with you when you woke up.

“Will I see you tonight, angel?” Bucky asked as he heard his alarm for the first time, never actually having slept long enough to hear it.

“Do you want to?”

“I want nothing more.”

He was already fading away but you hoped your answer made it through the veil before it was too late.

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The Alpha’s Sister

Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you’re moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.

Words: 9.3K Author’s Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf.  Warning for this..? Some violence though it’s not detailed. And Scott’s pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn’t a fan of the baby beta or his friends.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Eight

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Nightmares, (mentions of kidnapping, non-con, death, abuse), reader is v lost and sad

Word Count: 2.6K

Authors Note: I know this is a bit shorter than the last few but it’s sort of a filler chapter. Next one will set place a month in the future!

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Bucky woke to the sound of screaming beside him. Quickly he shot up, looking around in his tired state before he realized it was your thrashing body beside him. Turning towards you, he gently shook your shoulder and called out your name. It took a minute before your eyes flew open and you jerked away from him.

Quick breaths left your lips as you stared up at the man before your brain started to wake a bit more. “Bucky…” you whispered, eyes full of tears from what you just saw behind your lids. Covering your face, you started to sob. In your dream, you were fighting against the men that held you down. And as you woke up, you pushed the only man away who was trying to help.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

It broke Bucky’s heart. Slowly he leaned back down to lay on his side, pulling you closer against him. “Shh, don’t apologize. It’ll take more than a push to hurt me. I’m here, you’re home, they’re gone,” he soothed, using one hand to pull your own hands from your face. To see you go from a woman who stood up for herself and fought against having a bodyguard whittled down to a scared soul fighting just for one good night of sleep made Bucky want to kill those men all over again if it brought you peace. He pressed soft kisses against your forehead and cheek, trying to calm you down. Eventually you did, clinging to him as if he was going to disappear.

Even though your tears stopped, that’s how you laid until late morning. You started to doze off in his arms as he ended up falling asleep, but your mind would jerk itself awake. Was this how you had to live from now on? Afraid to even shut your eyes for a single moment?

The sun started to show through the curtains and you buried your face against Bucky’s chest. You could hear his phone ringing from the other room where you left his jacket that night, but that only meant you had to get up. Bucky slowly opened his eyes and glanced down, feeling you move closer. He hadn’t been able to sleep too deeply, but just enough. Brushing your hair back from your face, Bucky sighed the moment he heard his phone.

“That’s probably Michael,” he muttered.

“Wait, did he know you were going last night?” you asked, leaning your head up and looking into his sleepy eyes. He could tell that you hadn’t fallen back asleep since the nightmare even though it had been hours ago.

Bucky shook his head and sighed, moving to lay on his back as he pulled you to his side. “After we got the video, I left. Came back here for a couple hours but then…” he trailed off since you already knew what went down.

“He’s gonna be mad,” you frowned, your hand resting on his chest.

“Let’s see,” he slowly sat up, looking down at you. “C’mon, I’m gonna make you some food.”

You nodded, slowly sliding out of bed as he got up. Your body felt like it was on fire. Everything ached but it was a feeling you had unfortunately gotten all too used to over the past few months. Bucky walked out first, his phone going to voicemail only for it to start ringing again. You were slower, pulling on a pair of sweatpants since the chill of your room finally hit now that you weren’t under your blanket and against a personal heater. You caught the slightest glimpse of yourself in the mirror over your dresser and shuddered. The skin around your eye was dark purple and you had dark bruises as well as lighter ones around your cheeks. Quickly you looked away and left the bedroom just as Bucky answered his phone.

“Boss-” Bucky started to speak but was interrupted by yelling which you could hear as you walked closer. Sighing, he started to make a pot of coffee while you took a seat at the table. You knew Michael was mad, you heard that tone all too often growing up. Bucky kept his back to you as he pulled out two mugs. He seemed to know your home like the back of his hand now, but you didn’t mind. He didn’t try to speak or cut off Michael, understanding the anger. It was warranted, though it sounded like Michael didn’t even know the outcome of last night. He ranted about Pierce having gone missing and that he knew Bucky had something to do with it.

Standing, you walked over and took the phone from Bucky. He furrowed his brow and shook his head, but you just leaned back against the counter. “Dad.”

Bucky widened his eyes as Michael quickly found his own silence for a moment. Neither was expecting you to say that, nor was Michael expecting to hear you at all.

“Sweetheart? How did you…” Michael sounded shocked, immediately softening his demeanor.

“Bucky saved me. So please...stop yelling at him. We’ll be at your office later, I promise,” you said, leaning to the side against Bucky’s arm. “I’m okay.”

Michael sighed and you could hear him relaxing a bit more knowing that you weren’t dead. “Alright, just be careful. Tell him…I’m sorry for yelling.”

That was a first. But you told him you would and ended the call, setting the phone on the counter. Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you walked back over to the table to take a seat. Your legs still felt wobbly and you didn’t exactly have much muscle anymore. You didn’t get to take walks or go do things while in the cabin. You tried to make yourself useful there by cleaning up around the place. It distracted you for a little bit.

Both of you were quiet as Bucky started cooking. You had gotten so used to the hunger pains that smelling food didn’t affect it much. It had become second nature, like cramps from your period. Which you were still thankful you were getting yours, meaning you weren’t pregnant. But you did want to go to the doctors at some point to get tested for any STD’s and make sure you weren’t totally messed up. Bucky had turned on something from Spotify, light music so it wasn’t deathly quiet. You watched him, noticing the clean counters and how he must have tossed all of the trash away while you were busy showering or in bed.

After about fifteen minutes, Bucky set a plate with two eggs and a couple pieces of toast down in front of you. “If you still want more after, just let me know okay? I just don’t want to upset your stomach too much,” he said as he sat his own plate down. He walked over to grab both coffees, setting one in front of you and one in front of him before sitting down.

You took slow bites, one arm wrapped around your torso as you glanced outside. Everything was covered in snow, showing that it must have come down a bit more within the last few hours. Bucky kept an eye on you. Never had he imagined he would fall for you, the independent woman who he was just supposed to watch over, but there he was. He wanted to make sure you never ached again.

Being home was a funny feeling. On one hand, you felt safe. You felt like you could sit inside and not worry about being taken again. But on the other hand, your body had become so used to being cramped in a small space, not having any decisions, not feeling free. It was hard to explain, but you just felt…off.

You must have been staring outside for too long because Bucky rested his hand on yours, causing you to jump slightly as your fork clattered to the plate.

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered with a sigh.

Bucky’s eyes softened and caressed your skin. “It’s okay,” he nodded.

You tried to eat a bit quicker after that, not wanting to lose yourself in your head and forget about the food altogether. Cold eggs didn’t sound that great.

Once the food was gone and you were sure you would be able to keep it down, you decided it was better to go now instead of putting off the inevitable. Bucky offered to clean up while you got ready. Heading back into your room, you changed into some leggings since your jeans seemed to practically slide off you. Had you really lost that much weight? It saddened you, since prior to everything you loved your body. You opted for a hoodie as well. Next…you had to do something with your face. Thankfully there was some sun outside so you could wear sunglasses but the rest of the bruises needed to be covered.

After two breakdowns and almost breaking your mirror, you managed to get through it. You brushed through your hair and pulled your hood up, leaving your room. Bucky had changed quicker and sat on the couch waiting for you to finish. Glancing over, he gave you a soft smile and stood. Reaching out for your hand, you took his and let him lead you out of the apartment.

You didn’t realize every sound would put you on edge until you got to the car and finally took a deep breath.

Life really wasn’t going to be easy now, was it?

Bucky headed towards the office as you stared ahead, just trying to remind yourself that Pierce was dead. He couldn't hurt you anymore. As far as you knew, he didn't have any other children and couldn’t remarry due to still being married to your mother despite her death. You felt sick but the only solace you found in the whole ordeal was the thought of Pierce’s lifeless body on the floor in front of you. His men had no one to answer to so they wouldn’t come for you, or at least you hoped. The drive to the office was a bit quicker than you expected, but you had gotten lost in your head again and Bucky parking pulled you from it.

Stepping out, you took Bucky’s hand and walked beside him as you entered the building. The moment you stepped inside, everyone quieted down and stared at you. You kept your hood up and looked forward, the sunglasses still on your face. Bucky knocked on the door and you heard Michael on the other side. Walking in, the door closed behind you both and you looked at the old man behind the desk. He looked tired, more than you’ve ever seen. He had stacks of papers on his desk from signing over his businesses and deals, now which he got to keep and possibly more. He stood when he saw you, frowning deeply. You pulled off the sunglasses and he couldn’t help the tears that started to form in his eyes. Stepping over, you wrapped your arms around him and began to cry. He was willing to sign over his whole life just to make sure you came home, the whole life he worked hard to get, the life that kept him from you and your mother for years. Despite his asshole ways, you knew he felt the guilt. You could feel it in the hug he gave you back. You didn’t even have to speak to tell him that you forgave him for everything in the past. That you were sorry for the way you acted.

The hug lasted a couple of minutes before you pulled back and gently wiped at your eyes with your sleeve. Then the inevitable question was asked. “What happened?”

So you told him everything, though you didn’t go into detail about the rape, he understood what you meant when you alluded to it. You told him everything you heard, everything you saw. It wasn’t too much, but it was just enough that he linked a few things together. Bucky held your hand as you spoke, a touch you were thankful for. You never wanted to be dependent on anyone, but you definitely felt yourself slipping into the habit of seeking out his touch. Michael didn’t even bat an eye at it, already knowing what Bucky felt for you.

“So what happens now? Pierce is dead and so are some of his men. I’m sure people are going to be looking for the person that did it and with everything of yours being signed over…” you asked, glancing at the stack of papers.

Michael shrugged softly. “I have to figure that out. These will be shred and burned so it doesn’t come back to us. Thankfully he wasn’t able to quite get everything yet. But…” Michael paused, looking at you as you gave him a confused expression. “Your mother told me that he made a will after you were born. Now I’m not sure if he changed it over the years, but I doubt it. Charlotte said that in the event of both of them dying, everything went to you. The money, cars, house, the business. And I can’t imagine him trying to change it if he was going to kill you like he planned on. If it is real, you could end up getting everything.”

You sat there dumbfounded for a few moments. Sure, you never had to worry about money growing up, but it was never really yours until you got away from the mafia business and into your own life. But Pierce had been loaded. You already saw that by the car Bucky rolled up in at the cabin and the house the two of you dropped it back off at before leaving.

“I don’t want it,” you shook your head.

Michael raised his eyebrows, leaning forward as his arms rested against his desk. “Y/N, that is a lot of money. You could do anything you wanted with it. You said you wanted to move out of state, right? With that money, you could probably even leave the country and travel.”

You pondered on it. He had a point. “Okay, say this is real and he didn’t change it. How would they know where to find me? And I hope you know I’ll be giving you the actual business. I don’t want anything to do with that. I’ll take the money as payment for the trauma and shit I have to deal with now,” you muttered.

“I have cops on my payroll. Most likely this will go through them and I can direct them to get a hold of you. I don’t mind taking over the other things. I’ll even make sure you get payments from it all as well. But until we know what will happen for sure, just lay low. I’ll handle it all for now and keep you two updated when I hear anything. This...is all new to me too so I wish I had more answers,” Michael explained. You had no intention of going out especially when you looked like this. The last thing you wanted was Bucky to be accused of beating you. Usually that’s where blame was held for these things.

You nodded in agreement, sighing. There may just be a light at the end of the tunnel after all. But right now it was just a speck, a little shiny glimmer.

After a bit more talking and catching up, both you and Bucky left and headed back to your place. Now you needed to just find yourself again.

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Good To You - 4.

Ex-boyfriend’s Dad!Mob!Bucky x Reader 

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Run-through: After kicking your exes out of your lives, you and Bucky are enjoying your happy ever after on his private island

Themes: smut, explicit language, age gap, possessive!bucky 

a/n: ah, we’ve reached the end of this totally unexpected series!! Thank you for all your support and love, always! I love you!! 

Looking at you, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. His life was so much better with you in it, and it would only get better and better from here on now. 

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The Super Soldier Who Loved Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky is concerned that he’s not as romantic as the men in the period dramas that Reader loves.

A/N: This piece is purely self-indulgent and all I can say is that I need Sebastian Stan to be cast in a period drama so I can see him in a puffy shirt. Also Bucky being so soft for reader has my whole heart.

“Oh my god, Buck, this is it! This is my favourite bit!” You said excitedly, slapping his knee repeatedly.

Bucky chuckled at how cute you were before looking up at the screen to come face to face with someone he’d soon deem to be his rival: Anthony Bridgerton.

“And it is not far enough! Do you think that there is a corner of this earth that you could travel to far away enough, to free me from this torment? I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honour; but that honour is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.

You are the bane of my existence…

And the object of all my desires.”

Religiously, you recited the words with Anthony and then dramatically flopped your head into Bucky’s lap. Your boyfriend smiled at you throughout your Oscar-winning performance and began stroking your hair as your eyes were glued to the screen.

“Isn’t that just… ugh. It’s amazing. If I was Kate I’d have collapsed.” You reviewed, squeezing the remote and humming contentedly at Bucky brushing his fingers through your hair.

Bucky frowned, looking up at the screen again. In all seriousness, he hadn’t really been paying attention to Bridgerton. He had returned from a three week long mission in Mexico in the early hours of that morning. There was barely any time for sleep as he was too excited to see you. He had got into bed and cuddled into you, eager for you to wake up and see he was there. When you did eventually waken, you had pinned him down and pressed kisses all over his face. After ensuring he was unharmed and didn’t have any wounds you needed to tend to, you spent hours talking; catching up on what had happened on the mission and informing him of the latest gossip in the compound.

After the late night and lack of sleep, a lazy Sunday afternoon on the couch with his best girl as she watched her comfort show seemed perfect to Bucky. That was, until Anthony Bridgerton reminded him of his incompetence.

Bucky thought it was so endearing and adorable that you loved period dramas and romance. You were such a thoughtful and kind girlfriend. He’d never felt so loved, even back in the 40s when his family were still alive; even by Steve who had risked everything to save him. You had always been different; you were gentle and always knew exactly what to say. It meant that when you did melt at the words of men in your beloved period dramas, Bucky felt a twang of pain that he didn’t have the same vocabulary or eloquence.

When you had made him watch Jane Eyre, he’d clenched his jaw at Mr Rochester as though he was facing up to a Hydra agent when he said: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you, as if i had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. and if you were to leave, i'm afraid that cord of communion would snap.”

Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice was not much better as he confessed his love with: “If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love - I love - I love you.” This had Bucky staring at the screen in wide-eyed disbelief that someone could actually formulate those words in their head. Meanwhile, you were cuddled up to him on the verge of sobbing and saying “isn’t that beautiful?”

He had almost sympathised with Mr Knightley when he explained to Emma “maybe if I loved you less, I could talk about it more.” Bucky had related to that one as this is what he felt about you. Finally, one of these idyllic and charming men understood him.

That was until he remembered how you had squealed earlier in the film when Mr Knightley was so overcome with his love for Emma that he’d stripped himself of his jacket and threw himself on the floor in frustration. You had slapped Bucky’s chest at this point with a “how gorgeous is that scene?” Bucky had concluded based on that, Mr Knightley was not on his side.

He almost felt like he was wasting your time. Bucky was far from the romantic, puffy shirt wearing gentleman who had a gorgeous grasp on the English language that you loved so much.

Bucky looked down at you and tickled the back of your neck a little, wishing he could be better. You giggled and shuffled to reposition yourself on his lap, completely oblivious as to how nervous and insecure Bucky was feeling.

*

“Of course Y/N loves period dramas! She is dating a 106 year old!” Sam laughed hysterically. “The girl has a type, man.”

Bucky grimaced at Sam’s remark. “Yeah but I’m not like them. I love her so much but I don’t know how to say it the way they do.”

Sam shook his head and handed his friend a coffee. “Buck, no one does. We don’t speak Shakespeare nowadays.”

Bucky sipped his coffee thoughtfully, digesting what Sam’s words. Whilst Sam was right, Bucky couldn’t help shake the feeling that he wasn’t romantic enough for you. It had been plaguing his mind that week ever since you’d watched it on Sunday. You had left for a mission on Monday morning and his brain had been doing overtime trying to think of ways to improve his romance game.

“Anyway, I don’t think anyone actually did speak like that in those days. It’s a made up story, Buck. Just dig out your old war uniform and show her a good time that way.” Sam playfully winked and Bucky let out a bashful chuckle.

“I think she is more into the puffy shirts kinda thing.” Bucky responded, anxiously playing with his fingers. “Help me out, she comes back from her mission tonight and I want to surprise her with at least something.”

Before Sam could offer any suggestions, he was cut off by Peter, who had been sitting at the kitchen table with his face buried in a book and listening to music.

“I’m studying Shakespeare in English class right now! I can give you a sonnet to read to her.” Peter smiled, taking his headphones off. Sam and Bucky had assumed he wasn’t paying attention to their conversation but were pleasantly surprised to hear that he was.

Sam folded his arms and looked at Peter for a minute. “You know I think the little spider freak is right.”

“Spider-Man.” Peter corrected.

Bucky thought it over, looking between Sam and Peter. He wanted to show you that he could be romantic the way you needed him to be. Whilst the thought of reading out a Shakespeare sonnet made him feel extremely uncomfortable, the possibility of you reacting to him the way you did for your beloved characters was all the motivation he needed.

“Okay, fine. What have you got, kid?” Bucky asked eventually. Peter frantically looked through the papers on the table and landed on one that was decorated with highlighting, scribbling and notes.

Bucky reluctantly took the sonnet and read it over, knitting his eyebrows together in concentration.

“Look at that cyborg brain go. Taking in all that data?” Sam joked, slapping Bucky’s shoulder. “Remember when you read it out to her, you need to show that emotion and passion, that’s what she’ll want.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said with a frown. “Got it.”

*

Bucky smoothed down the puffy shirt he’d bought for the occasion with his vibranium hand. He wanted to dress the part while he read out the sonnet and give you the full experience you had no doubt dreamed of. However, he did think it wise to not share this part of the plan with Sam otherwise he’d never have heard the end of it. The shirt felt a little gratuitous but he was sure you would like it and that was all that mattered.

The super soldier was shaking with anxiety. He could go into dangerous missions stealthily and unfazed. But his nerves were getting the better of him now as he recited the sonnet once more under his breath. Desperately, he tried to inject some passion into his performance but he couldn’t relate to the words in front of him. They weren’t nearly as special enough for you. He cringed at the words but continued to try and memorise them nonetheless.

When you got back to the compound, you wasted no time in rushing upstairs to Bucky’s room. You opened the door, slung your duffel bag off your shoulder and started to remove your tactical jacket before freezing at the sight of Bucky in a puffy shirt. Perhaps you were tired from the mission or just jet lagged but you didn’t question his attire. Instead, you enjoyed the view of your tough super soldier boyfriend wearing one of those romantic and gorgeous shirts that clung to his broad shoulders perfectly.

“Baby, I have to say I have dreamed about you wearing one of those shirts but now I’ve seen it in person… wow.” You took him in for a second before hungrily stalking over and tugging at the shirt. “This was a lovely surprise to come home from a mission to.”

Bucky looked down at what you were doing and moved your hands away, chuckling at you.

“We can do that later, Doll. There’s something I want to say first.”

“Okay, I’m all ears.” It wasn’t until this point that you noticed he was nervous and holding paper in his hand. Bucky put his hands on your shoulders and manoeuvred you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed and he was standing facing you.

You folded your arms and raised your eyebrow at him expectantly. Bucky inhaled deeply and stared down at the paper. Eventually, he scrunched the paper up and stuck it in the pocket of his trousers. You deserved better than someone else’s words. You deserved him to at least try and use his own.

“Okay, Doll, so the thing is, I know you love it in those period dramas when the hero-“

“I wouldn’t exactly call Anthony Bridgerton a hero, babe.”

“Well, okay, when the main guy makes this grand romantic gesture or speech to a woman. And all I can say is that I don’t know how to use flowery language or where to start with making big gestures. What I do know is that you’re my hero. You’re the best girlfriend I could ever have hoped for, you make me feel so loved and so safe. I love that you play with my hair when I’m anxious. I love that you take care of me when I have a panic attack or a nightmare. I love that you leave me little notes and that you give me gentle kisses all the time. I love you, Y/N. And I wish I was better with the pretty words or the expression of love but I just want you to know I’m trying to be better, for you. All I want to do is make you feel as happy and safe as you make me feel.”

The words replayed over and over in your head as you stared up at your boyfriend who was now shaking like a leaf after pouring his heart out. Yes, it didn’t have the same gallant polish as Anthony Bridgerton or Edward Rochester or Fitzwilliam Darcy; but you didn’t care. Despite what Bucky had thought, he’d actually done the big gesture he had deemed himself incapable of. He had taken something so dear and important to you and paid respect to it by wearing the shirt and trying to deliver a romantic speech to make you happy. It was perfect, truly perfect.

The gesture rendered you speechless which didn’t help Bucky’s nerves. He was quivering, waiting for your response until you got up from your spot and wrapped your arms round his neck, pulling him close. He concluded that this meant you were happy with his speech and started to feel secure again, slowly putting his hands on your waist to ground himself. He buried his head into your neck and pressed some light kisses to your soft skin.

“That was beautiful, Bucky, thank you.” You whispered and kissed the side of his head repeatedly. “You’re more of a romantic than you thought.”

“You think so?” He hummed against your neck, taking in your scent that he’d missed while you were away.

“I know so.” You asserted. “That was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Bucky couldn’t help but grin and feel proud of himself. He squeezed your waist and pulled you as close to him as humanly possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging little circles in all the spots on his scalp that you knew brought him comfort. Both of you absorbed the moment, slightly swaying from side to side, exchanging I love you’s and other sweet nothings.

“Now,” you chuckled after a couple of minutes and grasped a handful of the material of the shirt at Bucky’s back. “As much as I love this on you, I want it off.”

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