Summary: The three times Bucky watches over Lucy, and the one time she watches over him. Prompts: “Haunt me” from this prompt list (requested by @the-canary) and “top of the head kisses” from this prompt list (requested by @caplansteverogers) Words: 965 Warnings: would you look at that, none. A/N: Bucky’s POV!!!
Brooklyn, New York
1934
Steve didn’t show up to school again, which wasn’t surprising. He was sick often, and even though he would insist he was fine, he’d have to stay home cause he was just too sick.
What was odd was that Marjorie hadn’t shown up either. Even when Steve was sick, she would show up only to go home and take care of him after. He always made sure she went to school even if he was sick.
As soon as school let out, I made my way to their apartment. Something must really be wrong if she had to stay home. I didn’t bother knocking, just grabbed the key from where I knew it was and unlocked the door.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: There were many obstacles to getting there, but it was finally the day. Stephanie and Steve were going to be married. Not even last-minute bad guys and missions could derail this….or could it? Agent Weber’s objective remains the same – to get the final missing element to complete the Super Soldier serum. Whether she had to kill or kidnap to get it, it didn’t matter – she needed to complete the mission she and her brother were born to fulfill. Will Steve and Steph ever be free of his nightmare?
Chapter Notes: Hi all! This chapter was, as always, supported and crafted by @MsEnglish101 – the best beta ever. I hope you like where this goes. I’d love to hear your feedback and comments – I read every single one and love to hear different perspectives. Thanks so much for reading and stay tuned – the story ain’t over yet!
Ellie Weber woke up before her alarm, as usual. She sat up in bed, stretched, and smiled – today was the day. It was the day that a lifetime of service by her grandfather, father, her, and her brother – to Hitler, HYDRA, the Hand, SHIELD – was finally going to be rewarded. Today was the last of Captain America’s life, giving rise to the first day of a new race of warriors. Whomever got in the way of finishing her mission would not live long enough to regret their decision.
Warnings: This is oozing with Fluff! The story is narrated from Derek’s POV. Welcome to Derek Hale’s mind! Enjoy!
A/N: I’m experimenting with my narration. Hope y’all lemme know what you think!
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I never thought this day would ever come. I’ve been on the run for half of my life. From hunters, then from the FBI. For some time, I’ve looked at the world as a hostile place. It’s never safe anywhere for supernatural beings like me. But now, as I fix my tie, I’m convinced that all of that has changed. I’m getting married to the most beautiful woman in the world today. A smile draws up on the corners of my mouth as I think of that.
I’m facing the window, overlooking the garden where I’ll soon be exchanging vows with Y/N. Scott comes in appearing a little flustered.
“Dude, sorry I’m late. I had to pick up Allison,” Scott says to me.
“Hey, no problem,” I said, as I grab his hand and give him a brotherly bump on the chest. “I’m just glad you could make it, Scott.”
“I still can’t get over the fact that you didn’t make me, your beloved uncle, your best man,” Peter suddenly appears on the doorstep. His expression is pretentiously bothered.
“Call yourself lucky ‘cause I cared enough to invite you to my wedding,” I say to Peter. He then rolls his eyes at me. I shake my head at him then ignore him.
“Looks like I don’t even have so much to do here. You’re all dressed up, and the rings are where they’re supposed to be, and almost everyone’s here,” Scott says to me. I smile at him then look at myself in the mirror while adjusting my tie.
“Just help me make sure I don’t make a fool out of myself today, Scott.”
“Dude! Who knew you’d look fucking handsome in a tux?” Stiles comes to the room rushing in. I can tell he’s pretty excited for me too. I exhale in his humor. That kid hasn’t changed one bit even after college.
“Thanks for coming, Stiles. You better not mess up my wedding day,” I say to him.
“Oh, come on, Derek. The only person who’d probably wanna mess up your wedding day is Kate Argent…” He trails off. “And Miss Blake, probably. And Braeden,” His eyes darting around as he enumerates. “All of your exes, pretty much,” Stiles says, nodding in certainty.
“Hey, no one’s coming to ruin your wedding, man. Don’t worry about it. Argent’s got Kate covered already. Miss Blake won’t be back for you. And Braeden…you know it didn’t work out with you guys,” Scott says to me encouragingly.
“Besides,” Stiles interrupts. “We’ve got the whole pack surrounding us. And if trouble comes, Peter will be the first one to take care of it. Right, Peter?” Stiles looks at where Peter was standing but didn’t find him there or anywhere in the room. “Dude, wasn’t he just here a minute ago?”
“Forget him,” I say to them. “Damn it, I’m so nervous. I wish liquor still had an effect on us.” I rub my palms together in anxiousness.
“It’s that bad, huh?” Scott asks me, grinning amusedly. I think about it.
“I guess so,” I rub my nape as I look at the window again. “Why do I feel like this is scarier than all the chances we had of getting killed?” I turn my back to the window and look at them, expecting an answer. Scott and Stiles look at each other, both still smiling.
“Maybe because you don’t wanna mess it up?” Scott says.
“Yeah,” Stiles adds. “Not just the wedding, dude.” He pats my shoulder.
“The marriage,” Scott finishes. “This is good. It means you’re not gonna hurt her.”
“I’d kill anyone who would,” I say to them, and they both pat my shoulders to release the tension that suddenly elated at the thought.
Finally, the time for the ceremony comes, and my palms are sweating like hell. I stand at the altar beside Scott, anticipating for when my bride, Y/N, finally marches the aisle. Y/N always wanted a rustic garden wedding, and I always wanted to be wed with her. After I had rebuilt my family’s house, we paid tribute to them and decided we get married inside the Beacon Hills Preserve. Y/N said it would be nice to make a new and positive memory to my family’s home. She really thinks of everything.
It’s a perfect day to get married to Y/N. The start of October Fall has brought a good tone to our wedding. Beacon Hills isn’t as dark as it usually is. I quietly glance at everyone we’ve invited. On the right side of the audience are Y/N’s small family and an intimate number of friends. On the left side sit mine: Peter, Cora and her husband carrying their 2-month old baby, Malia, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa, and Argent. At the back seated are Deaton, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd.
The wedding march begins. The acoustic quartet starts to play a song. And I can’t wait to see Y/N’s figure to emerge from the back of the whole entourage.
Liam happens to be the ring bearer and he marches first. Scott and Stiles decided on it. The flower girl, Cora’s 5-year-old daughter, follows. Then Stiles and Lydia, being the bridesmaid and groomsman. Allison is Y/N’s Maid of Honor and walks alone. The acoustic quartet starts to play ‘Canon in D Major’.
Finally, there she is.
I’ve never seen her look so beautiful. Look at my princess. She looks so perfect in her lace dress. Her little head crowned with flowers. Her mere presence always made me forget of my vicious side. She’s always been the only good thing in my life when things weren’t; when things were hopeless. The pack calls me ‘sour wolf’ but she always calls me ‘sweetie,” always so endearing. Her tone, always so warm when she says my name.
I’m getting married to her but I still wonder how she manages to be so pure, and goofy, and hot all at the same time. I shake my head at that the thought because that’s when she takes a glance at me while she walks the aisle gracefully with her father. God, look at her. Look at the woman I’m about to be married to.
Her father shakes my hand and eyes me the statement, “Take care of my daughter or you know what’ll happen to you.” I finally grab Y/N’s hands. To my surprise, they’re cold too. Her smile is so big and refreshing, and I could hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. I wish she could hear mine, too. It’s pounding too. It’s pounding strongly just for her. This feeling is beyond my understanding.
“Hey,” Y/N says to me. I say the same thing to her. “You ready?” Her rosy lips draw a grin at me.
“Ever since I met you, babe,” I say to her.
God, I must’ve done something right in this life to be in this moment right now. Here she is, standing in front of me. Those Y/E/C eyes gazing at me, sparkling with excitement and nervousness. The wedding officiant now tells us to exchange vows. I start with mine.
“My dear Y/N, my love for you will always be whole and will never wither, will never doubt you, and will never love another. I’ve loved you since the day you learned my name; especially when you said it repeatedly for the first time because I froze on the fact that you knew my name.
I promise to listen to you. To laugh at your silly, but mostly funny jokes; to listen to your dreams and wishes; to your problems, and worries. I promise to keep you away from insecurities as possible for you have no reason to be insecure. I promise to be there on days you need me. To protect you from harm. I promise to hold you only with gentle hands. I promise to compromise with you in a disagreement. To massage your neck when you need me to. And give you the whole tub of ice cream on a bad day.
Y/N, your eyes make me weak every time they set their gaze on me, but your love makes me strong. I only want to see your smile when I wake up in the morning because it always tells me that everything will be all right. I will always love the way you say my name because it always sounds tender to my ears. I will always love holding your hands because they’re the perfect fit for mine.
You are my anchor, Y/N L/N.
I promise to be with you in your darkest hour. I will hold your hand and embrace you when you feel defeated. I’ll cry with you and binge-watch anything with you. I will always be your best friend, and I will leverage on being your husband from there. I will always respect you, and honor you as my wife, my love, my Y/N,”
Y/N starts with her vows.
“My dear Derek, I still couldn’t believe my eyes that you’re here, exchanging vows with me. It’s almost the same way when I first heard your friends call you ‘sour wolf,’ because you’ve been nothing but sweet and gentle to me. Derek, I love everything that your handsome face does, I even love it when you look annoyed. I love the way you look at me because you look at me with your kind eyes.
Derek, I promise to coax you when you need me to, even if you tell me you don’t. To care for you when you’re hurt or bruised. I promise I won’t pry on things you don’t want to talk about. But if I know that it bothers you, I promise to convince you that we’ll go through it together. I promise to massage your temples on a hard day and be kinder to you during the full moon. I promise not to nag at you when I’m stressed or frustrated.
I promise to listen to your pack stories, your plans, your goals, and dreams. Your thoughts will always matter to me. I promise to stand beside you in times of troubles and impossible things. I promise to trust you when you tell me to. And I promise to put back the toothpaste cap on and squeeze it from the bottom of the tube.
I love seeing you get excited about the things you love and enjoy. I don’t care how different we are, because, to me, we are one.
I’m excited to share so many things with you. Breakfasts, naps, movies, silences, sunrises and sunsets, and the future ahead of us. I’ve loved you with all my heart, Derek Hale, and I always will. The love in my heart will always renew every day, just as the day does with the sun. I promise to cherish you and honor you as my partner in crime and in life; as my husband and soulmate, my dearest Derek.”
I’ve never felt my face so wet with tears since I lost my family. But here she is, Y/N L/N, now taking my name, finally being my new family. Y/N and I both take sharp breaths as we smile at each other, slowly taking in our vows to each other. For a long moment, I forgot that our families and friends are with us at this very moment.
Y/N and I keep our hands holding each other’s as we exchange rings and take each other as husband and wife. Our voices shake as we talk, awaiting the life we’ll live after we say those three words that will change our lives forever.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3230 Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff
The others were already waiting when they arrived in the room most frequented by them all.
Lily hadn’t said a word on the ride down in the elevator, only chewed nervously on her lip. Steve was glad it was a short ride for if she’d kept that up, she would have bloodied it. Every so often she quivered, nerves and fear a potent mix, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as his own battle-honed instincts itched. There was no danger, but that didn’t stop him from feeling twitchy thanks to her nerves.
He took her hand as her shaking intensified, and led her through the sea of weights and workout equipment toward the floor of mats, giving her ample free space. The memory of those giant wings prominent in his mind. Once they reached the center, he turned to face her, but when the others made to close in, he waved them back.
“Steve…” Her breath hitched wildly. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her pale cheeks.
“No… no, I…” Panic made her breathing shallow.
“Look at me, Lily.” Command laced his voice, forcing ice blue eyes, paled nearly to silver, to latch with his. “No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. Trust me.”
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: Getting prepared for a wedding was a lot of work, unless you were lucky enough to be marrying into the Avengers, with access to the unbelievable Pepper Potts and her team of planners. You were able to focus on enjoying yourself, and becoming Mrs. Steven Rogers. Your friends and loved ones showered both you and Steve with attention and fun events, all leading up to the Big Day – but will Big Bad make an appearance?
Chapter Notes: (This note is from when I first published this on A03, thought I’d keepit for nostalgia. Who really reads these here anyway?) Hi everyone! (hides behind hands). I am so sorry it has taken so long for this update. Life has definitely been crazy – work, home, health – all the things that could act up, did, making this story the last on the “to-do” list. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and just plunged into finishing it. I would really love to hear your feedback – honestly, it makes my day to read what people are kind enough to take the time to write. I’ve already chopped off a bunch to put in the next chapter, because I was nearing 9,000 words with no end in sight. I didn’t want to chain you to your screen for too long! As always, @MsEnglish101 is just the best beta I could ever ask for – encouraging, smart, funny, and all-around awesome. Thanks again and enjoy. 🙂
In your rush to be realistic and pragmatic, you had truly forgotten what it was like to get swept up in a happy event, let alone one at which you were the center. All the wonderful people in your life seemed to have made a pact that they were going to make it impossible for you to be down-to-earth – they all encouraged you to think about yourself and Steve, to make this wedding about the two of you, and to enjoy every single minute. It was a heady feeling that neither you nor Steve were completely comfortable with, but slowly got used to.
Warnings: bondage, use of restraints, spanking, dom/sub undertones, dom!Bucky, sub!reader, mentions of abuse, mentions of non-consensual sex
Author’s Notes: This chapter includes mentions of a non-consensual sexual relationship, which may be triggering for some people. I’m taking scenes from the Fifty Shades movies and/or books and rewriting them as a reader insert with Bucky. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in. This part is based on Fifty Shades Darker, chapter 16 and Fifty Shades Freed, chapter 12.
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A/N: Hello, hello! This chapter really got away from me and got extra long but I really like where it ended up! Flashback is in italics. Let me know what you think! You can find the series masterlist here and my main masterlist here. You can ask for a tag here!
Summary: On the eve of Annie’s wedding to another, Eddie and Venom come upon a woman in need of help. The scent of honeysuckle fills the air, along with sharp words from a sharp tongue. Just who is she? And why does it seem everywhere she goes, someone tries to kill her?
Pairing: Eddie Brock x OFC | Word Count: 1832 Warnings: Venom eats people. (Please be advised I have no idea where this is going.) Italics indicate mental conversations. Bold is clearly Venom. Movie spoilers below the cut.
A/N: Hello hello! My classes have switched over to a lighter load until the end of the year so maybe I’ll be able to post more soon! For those of you that aren’t into this story- fear not! I’m gonna get working on some oneshots for Steve or maybe Chris Evans. In the meantime, you can check out my masterlist here or this series masterlist here. Please feel free to ask for a tag here.
The next morning, you woke up before Josh so you quickly got into the shower. Peggy had texted you the night before with the details of your outing so you knew you had some time to get ready. You slipped into your chosen casual outfit for the day and you ventured out of the bathroom.
Josh was sitting on the bed, back propped against the headboard, smiling down at his phone.
“Hey, I’m going out with the girls for a bit and we’re probably gonna eat lunch while we’re out. And then we’re going to all go to that bonfire so I’ll text you when I’m on my way to get you?” you asked him gently.
“Oh right,” he said, not looking up from his phone. “I was thinking I’d stay here tonight and skip the bonfire. I’ve got some work to finish up.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC I Word Count: 5212 Warnings: Fluff, Bucky being Bucky, smexy
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Bucky shuddered gently against Penny, while his mind whirled with her revelation. “You have to tell Steve.”
“I can’t. Not just yet.”
"Penelope Grace,” he growled against her neck.
“Bucky. Not just yet. I’ll tell him when I’ve gone through all the options, but until that time, how can I place more stress on him? He’s off saving the world. He doesn’t need to be thinking about me while he’s doing it.”
"Penny…” Bucky sighed and looked at her, but gave up when she gave him the stubborn face.
"I’m not giving up, Buck. I won’t. I promise, but I have to do this my way.”
"Stubborn as a mule,” Bucky grumbled, tugging her close so he could rest his cheek on the top of Penny’s head.
"Ma’am? Sorry to interrupt,” Friday said into the silence. "The detective is back, and he brought friends.”
Bucky growled a second time against Penny, far more feral and angrier than before. "What kind of friends?”
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