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Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

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

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

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

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

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

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That Time of Year - Bucky Barnes x (f) Reader

Words: 1152 Paring: Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader Warnings: swearing, but is that a surprise? Requested by @sexymackstan “May I have an imagine where you’re not an Avenger and its Christmas time and you put up this tree, you are pregnant with twins, but your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t know? You planned to tell him on Christmas Day and he plans to propose to you on that day as well. He has everyone over that day and has a priest come and marry you both on New Years Eve. Make it super fluffy and adorably cute, because bucky with children would be super adorable. lol” A/n: you know at the beginning of this I was all “no Lilly don’t use pronouns make it readable by everyone” but then about halfway through it hit me, “lilly you can use pronouns because the reader gets pregnant.” I also saw Civil War again today- man the feels were big. I found many Easter eggs that I am still freaking out about. Oops.

Masterlist. 

Bucky was very enthusiastic about Christmas.

And he was very not okay with having a store bought tree. He even said that even though he’s  very much so in the future, he was going to have a real fucking tree.

And even though Bucky used to be The Winter Soldier and worked with the Avengers, he decided you (who is not anything like an Avenger) was worth more.

So you and Bucky went to find a tree. And it was much more stressful than you expected. And it was even more stressful because you were feeling like you were going to throw up every minute in the morning.

But you toughed it out long enough to see Bucky running around like a little kid, and picking out the perfect tree.

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Do Me a Favor (Part 9)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,227

Warnings: None.

“Do Me a Favor” Masterlist

A/N: Here’s part 9, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes.

You gasped, covering your mouth with a hand as the hurt hit your chest. You hadn’t thought about Bucky ever walking away from you. Bucky had been a permanent fixture in your life for so long and now… Tears streamed down your cheeks, pain invading every fiber of your being. It had only taken three days for everything to fall apart, for your most intimate relationship to come apart at the seams.

You bent at the waist, letting the bitter tears out and muffling your sobs with your hand. You didn’t want anyone barging in, attempt to offer you comfort for this. It had been your decision after all. You knew how Bucky was, how much he feared new things. And you had still fallen for that smile, those expressive eyes. Had let the bliss of a dance and the close proximity of handsome Bucky reel you in, and you were gone. Hook, line, and sinker.

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Happiness it hurt Pt 6 (BABY LOVE)

bucky x reader

Hope you enjoy. Sorry not sorry. Super Short chapter but get ready for the final one.

NOT MY GIF

It had been about 5 hours since you woke up. The first few hours everyone came by. There was lots of hugs and happy tears from the team. You hadn’t realized how much of an impact you had on them. Nat was the first to come by. She basically gave you a lecture on what you did to her and that you need to not do that again. 

“Listen okay. You scared the shit out of me. I thought i lost my best friend. I was so sad. I thought that you would never get to see your daughter grow up and that we would never get to fight again together. I couldn’t even remember the last conversation we had and that killed me. Most importantly, I didn’t even get to tell you how much cared and loved you.” she said trying to hide her tears.

“if i didn’t know any better. It would seem like you are confessing your love to my wife.” Bucky coughed out jokingly. He just got a death stare from Nat. You and her were like sisters. It may have seemed like she had a girl crush but she didn’t she just cared for you like family.  

“So still no name?” you heard a voice from the door way. 

“Well I was thinking Rebecca Elizabeth Barnes.” you said looking over to your husband who had a huge grin on his face. 

“I love it.” he said leaning in and kissing you passionately. You were happy the happiest you have been in months. You were released two days after you woke up. When you got home everyone was there and there was a banner that read ‘Welcome home baby Barnes.’

You walked up to everyone thanking them. You all sat around the living room reminiscing and everyone taking turns holding Becca. You and Bucky had both decided that you needed a break from the action. You could live without going out on missions every week. You both agreed that if need you both would come back. Only if it was an emergency. Tony bought you guys an apartment near the tower so you were never too far away and you and Bucky bought a cottage near Clint’s farm house to be close to Laura.  It had been almost  4 years since Becca was born and you were pregnant again. This time you promised it would be different. 

You and Nat had planned a party for your announcement. You were excited. You couldn’t wait to tell your husband the news. It was finally time and everyone who you cared for showed up. You were pulled away to the side by Bucky.

“ I have something I need to tell you.” You were nervous. You thought what could be so serious to need to be pulled away. Becca walking into the kitchen. She watched as you fell to the floor sobbing. She walked over to you and tugged on your shirt. 

“Mommy mommy why you cwying. pwease don’t cwy mommy.” she said hugging you. She turned to Bucky and yelled. “What did you do to mommy.” He said nothing and walked away out of the kitchen. She followed and ran to Steve and Nat who were in a discussion. 

“Auntie Nat , Mommy is crying and i don’t know why. pwease help her auntie, pweease.” That was all that need to be said for Steve and Nat to run into the kitchen and see you laying on the floor. 

“hey what is wrong?” Nat said as her and Steve helped you up.

“Where the hell is Bucky.” The sound of his name only made you cry harder. They sat you at the table and giving you some water to calm down. 

“He is gone.” you whispered. they couldn’t hear you. 

‘what happened.” Nat said confused.

“HE IS GONE.” You shouted. You couldn’t believe him. 

“What the fuck do you mean he is gone.” Steve said standing up and reaching for his phone.

“He said Fury had a mission for him. He couldn’t say what it was or where he was going he just said it would be from 5-7 months. He knew for a week and held it from me. He never held secrets from me. He said that he had to for this and that it was an emergency. No one but fury and hill will be able to contact him. I just can’t believe he is going to miss it again.” your eyes red and puff from all of the tears. 

“Daddy. Why mommy crying.” Becca said from inside your bedroom as Bucky packed.

“I have to go away for a little while my love. I won’t be here and mommy is sad because she is going to miss me.”

“You’re leaving me daddy. Your leaving me and mommy and the baby.” she said as she sat on the floor crying.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY BECCA.” He said rushing to her side. holding her in his arms.

“Mommy said that this pawty was to tell you that mom has a baby coming. She wanted too suwpwise you. She said Daddy is going to be so excited. But you aren’t daddy you awe leaving us.” she said as she ran out of the room and back into the kitchen. He stood there he couldn’t believe it. She was pregnant again and he was going to miss it. How could he miss this. How could he do this to you. He missed the field but was this more important than your family? He sat on the bed and thought he thought long an hard until he walked out the door.

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A Cliché Anniversary

Summary: Bucky forgets your anniversary, will he make it up to you?

Word Count: 371

Warnings: None children, just fluff :)

Smack. You punched the bag. Again and again. They said it would help with anger, But it was doing nothing for you. Bucky, your beloved boyfriend, forgot your anniversary. A drop of sweat accumulated at your forehead, and worked its way down to your chin before falling onto the mat. You punched the bag again. Music was blasting, heavy metal to keep the mood. Switching it up, you rotate your hip and start kicking drills. Eventually a combination of arm, leg, and the occasional elbow.

A while into this, the song changes. A slower one comes on and you recognize it. It’s your and Bucky’s song, “Not Over You” By Gavin DeGraw. Once in the car you played it for him on the way back from a meeting with some S.H.I.E.L.D. officials. You thought he had never heard it, but turns out it was one of his favorites too. You paused to recollect this memory, a small smile gracing your lips.

Deciding it was time to shower, you grab your bag and swing open to the door to the hallway. After an uncomfortable elevator ride with Sam, you were sure he could smell you, yikes, you open the door to your suite and immediately race to the showers. A hot shower was exactly what you needed. Stepping out in a towel, you put on your favorite american flag shorts and a grey shirt. Realizing you never ate dinner, you make your way over to the kitchen, toweling your hair in the process. In the corner of your eye you notice a note that was slipped under your front door. You see Y/N written elegantly across the cover. Following its instructions, you head to the roof. Some candles were lit, and a suit clad Bucky was standing next to a table filled with your favorite food.  

“I figured the best anniversary would be the one you thought I would forget.” His play on words with ‘you would never forget’ made you smile.

“James Barnes.” You smiled even bigger. Walking over to him you gave him a small kiss on the lips. It was so cliché and you loved every second of it.

“You remembered.”

“I remembered.”

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Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

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Betrayal Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Angst Words: 2,147 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, emotional and physical torture, violence Summary: There are mind games that both sides need to play.

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“Sergeant Barnes. Is your girlfriend asleep? I hope she hasn’t died on us so soon…”

Bucky kept his eyes trained on your unconscious form. It wasn’t long after your guys’ talk that you passed out once again, too exhausted to keep your head lifted any longer. This worried Bucky, but not as much as the man who had just entered the room.

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Caught (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky catches the reader singing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 700ish

Warnings: a few swears?

(M/f/n) = male friend’s name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah thanks (y/n).” He hugged you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yep. Now get lost.”

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

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

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

You both giggled and carried on with no more interruptions.