hi girl!! i signed up for ur writing challenge maybe 2 months ago (hades & persephone au with bucky barnes) and i’m sad to say that my entry might be delayed because my laptop is broken beyond repair and i’ll most likely have a new one by the end of july. i’m not certain when i’ll be able to post it but hopefully i’ll be able to post it around the start of august. i’m sorry for the delay, i’m frustrated with it as well. thank u for being patient n i love u! ♥️
Isn’t technology the best and the worst?? No worries. I’ve extended the deadline until July 25th! If this still doesn’t work for you, please let me know!
hello! so i know the deadline for your writing challenge is today, but i had a bit of writers block and was stuck for a while. the past couple of days i've been preoccupied with family and other life things so i don't think i'll be able to get the fic up today. is it possible to post a little late? so sorry!!
hi! i sent you an ask about your writing challenge regarding my entry recently, but i’m not sure if you got it or not or if tumblr ate it :(
No, tumblr did not eat it. I’m sorry for the delayed response. I’ve been really busy and haven’t had a chance to get on my computer. Of course! Take your time. The thing that’s been keeping me away has also been family stuff. I have changed the date to July 25th because of my family stuff. If this date still doesn’t work for you, that’s fine, just let me know.
Warnings- Injuries, Scars, and maybe some slightly implied torture? Some Avengers: Endgame spoilers (I know the spoilers aren’t really a big deal anymore, but just in case)
I’m also kinda pretending that Civil War didn’t happen and that everything is fine and that they all live in the compound together. It’s fanfiction. Just don’t think into it too much.
Summary- After the war, being in the ice, and being Hydra’s puppet, Bucky loses hope of finding his soulmate. He’s sure that after being in the ice she had died before he could have met her. But then he is surprised to find out that there is still hope.
(Apparently, Bucky is physically 30 so let’s say the reader is 27)
Word Count- 1,012
A/N- This is for @sincerelymlg‘s writing challenge! I saw that the Soulmate AU was open and got this idea!! This is a Soulmate AU where any scars or marks one person gets also appears on their soulmate’s body.
Also, I’m sorry for how trashy this is, it seemed like such a better idea in my head.
Also, if you liked it, please reblog and leave feedback! Requests and Taglist open!
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As Bucky was growing up, he heard all about soulmates. His parents were soulmates, and they told him about how everyone has a person that they are meant to meet and be with for the rest of their lives. They told him that any scars or marks he gets on his body will also show up on his soulmate’s body and vice versa.
Bucky waited for some marks to show up; a scar, a drawing, a message to him, anything, any kind of sign that he had a soulmate somewhere out there. He watched silently over the years as people around him noticed marks and scars appearing on their skin and people met their soulmates.
Even his best friend Steve Rogers had signs of having a soulmate. Bucky tried not to complain, he tried to believe that he’d meet his soulmate one day, or at least see a sign. But it was killing him on the inside. Watching everyone around him become happy, finding someone they love so much.
He talked to Steve about it sometimes, and Steve tried to comfort him and reassure him, “You’ll find him or her someday. Everyone has a soulmate.” Bucky gave Steve a small smile and nodded, but how could he believe that when there has been no sign at all, out of how long he’s lived.
When World War 2 happened, Bucky decided to enlist. He wanted to do something good for people, he wanted to serve his country. He became Sergeant Barnes and fought in the war. After being captured by Hydra and then rescued by Steve, who was now taller and wasn’t a scrawny twig anymore, he found out that Steve had found his soulmate; Peggy Carter.
Bucky was happy for his friend, he was happy that his friend had found his other half. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy and hopelessness in his heart.
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When Bucky is more himself again, after he was no longer The Winter Soldier and the triggers were erased from his mind, he still doesn’t understand why he didn’t have a soulmate. Steve was in the ice too, and he had met Peggy during the War. So Bucky just figures that his soulmate must have been alive before him being in the ice and that he lost his chance. He just doesn’t understand why there were no signs.
Steve talks everyone into letting Bucky live in the compound with them and assures everyone that Bucky isn’t dangerous anymore. Over time he becomes one of them, he’s another part of their big family and an Avenger.
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The latest mission that they’ve been working on, they’re still trying to find out the details. Hydra has been kidnapping people who have worked for Stark Industries in the past to get the Avenger’s attention. They haven’t figured out where Hydra’s current base is, so they are still trying to find out by the little clues left behind.
One day when Bucky gets up in the morning and goes into his bathroom, he notices scars all over his body that weren’t there the night before. They’re all over his arm and face, as if his soulmate was being tortured overnight. The first thing Bucky thinks to do is go to Steve.
Bucky rushes to Steve’s room, pounding on his bedroom door. “Steve, you up?”
The door opens and Steve’s eyes widen at the sight of all the scars. “Buck, what the hell happened?”
Bucky looks just as confused “I don’t know. I woke up and saw these scars. Steve, that means my soulmate is alive!”
Steve grimaces “Yeah, but that also means that your soulmate is hurt.”
The happiness Bucky was just feeling dims. “Do you think she’s one of the ones kidnapped by Hydra?”
His friend just shrugs “I don’t know. We’ll just have to figure that out when we go on the mission.”
As they try and find more clues, Bucky is anxious. As time goes on, more scars appear on his body, and he doesn’t think there could be any other reason for the scars other than being tortured by Hydra.
When they finally find the location, Bucky feels relief that they can go save the people kidnapped by Hydra, and hopefully his soulmate.
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After the team finished defeating the Hydra agents, they start getting the captured people out into safety. As some of them are blocking the small doorway, all of them trying to get out at once, there’s one woman in the corner who catches Bucky’s eye. She looks to have the same scars Bucky has woken up with, but what really gives it away is the scarring on her left shoulder. It looks exactly like the scarring Bucky has where his shoulder meets his metal arm.
Instead of rushing to get out like everyone else, she’s staring at back at Bucky. He moves towards her. “What’s your name?”
“I’m (Y/n)” She says, and she looks at him, as if she also knows that they are soulmates, despite all of Bucky’s gear covering his skin.
“How long have you had those scars on your left shoulder?” Bucky asks quietly, unaware that they’re the only two left in the room.
She glances at her shoulder “I’ve had them since I was born. Do you have them too?”
Bucky nods “Yeah, I got them in an accident.” Bucky looks around “We should probably go.”
(Y/n) nods and Bucky leads her out.
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Her and Bucky go on date and get to know each other. Bucky tells her about everything that’s happened, and she tells him about the life she’s lived so far.
Bucky realizes that the reason he never had a soulmate before becoming a supersoldier is because he was meant to live with his soulmate after everything that happened.
At first, Bucky is confused about why Steve met his soulmate before being in the ice if he didn’t have as much time with her, but then after defeating Thanos while Steve returns the infinity stones, he lives the life with Peggy that he always wanted.
Warnings: mentions (not graphic) domestic abuse, general punchy violence
A/N: This was a request and also it got tied into two challenges @barnesrogersvstheworld’s with “Are you out of your mind?” and @sincerelymlg’s with “Hush, I’m trying to kiss you.” Both of them are bolded. Somehow, I wrote the softest paragraph ever and then I lost my damn mind and it got angsty and weird because that’s who I am. @caramara3, I’m sorry this took so long but I hope I still did the request justice! To all the other requests, (eight of you), I have them and I’m working on them. School is out for me and hopefully I’ll be writing a lot more until it picks back up. Anyway! Enjoy!
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Steve was woken up as the sun came pouring through the window. His bed was warmer than usual, warmer than it should be and it's all because of you. You and your warmth, both physical and metaphorical make waking up just a little less dreadful. He looked over at you, your hair splayed everywhere, face buried in his pillow. You’re naked from the previous night's activities, your bare back facing him and he doesn't want to wake you up but God, it's impossible not to touch you every moment of every day. He gently runs his fingers down your spine, stopping at your waist where the bedsheet had settled. You groan and shift as he repeats the action, giggling when he dips to kiss your shoulder, his beard tickling you.
"Good morning beautiful," he mummers as he continues to run his fingers up and down your spine.
"Mornin' Cap," you sigh, relishing in the way his skin feels against yours. "That's nice, I like the way you touch me."
Steve hums in acknowledgment, waiting for you to open your eyes and explain yourself finally. It's another moment before you do, breathing deeply as you finally look into his blue eyes.
"It's nice, gentle… still not used to it, I guess."
You don't have to say anything else, Steve knows what you're talking about, or rather who. An ex-boyfriend who used to hit you, an ex-boyfriend that Steve promised to beat the shit out of if you ever saw him again. You hadn't told him everything about the relationship, but it was enough. When you started dating Steve, the smallest touch would make you flinch. It was something Steve noticed quickly but didn't comment on- he wasn't going to push you.
Eventually, you told him. You were staying at Steve's, his arm around your waist as you slept soundly until you weren't anymore, you were clawing at his arm and kicking your legs back, whimpering and crying out until Steve woke you up. The two of you spent the rest of the night sitting up in his bed while you told your story.
That was nearly three months ago. It hadn't been easy getting to this point, a point where both of you could sleep soundly wrapped around each other. There were still times when you panicked, if Steve touched you when you weren't expecting it, you would yelp and jump away, but things were getting better.
You looked over at Steve, realizing he was deep in thought. You took your finger and traced it along his clenched jaw.
"Hey," you whispered. "What's running around that pretty little head of yours?"
"I hate that he did that to you. That he made someone touching you without malice a rare occasion. I hate it," Steve seethed.
"I do too," you said, flipping over and situating yourself practically on top of him. "But I can't change it, neither can you. I'm just happy I'm here, with you, in your bed."
Steve looked over at you, taking in your bedhead and the mascara that had flaked off onto your cheekbones from the night before and kissed your nose.
"Me too," he mumbled. "We should have a lazy day."
"Agreed. Isn't everyone going to the bar tonight?" you questioned, recalling that Steve had mentioned it the night before.
"Maybe…"
"We should go," you said with a giggle.
"Or we could stay here. Right here, in this bed. Very naked, in this bed," Steve countered.
"Nope, we're going out Rogers. If you're lucky, I'll let you buy me a drink."
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After hours at home, snuggling and generally being lazy, you convinced Steve to go out. The two of you walked into the bar, hand in hand, as Steve looked around for his friends. You hadn't spent much time with his fellow Avengers, but you always felt comfortable with them when you did. Steve found them and led you over to them, only dropping your hand to give Bucky a quick hug. You quickly spotted Wanda and shuffled over to her, giving her a hug when you reached her. The two of you sat and chatted for a bit before she excused herself to run to the bathroom. You looked around the bar for a moment before Steve caught your attention, placing your preferred drink in front of you.
"Hey sweetheart," he murmured, leaning in towards you. "You having a good time?"
You nodded and kissed him quickly, reassuring him that you were comfortable.
"Hey, Steve!" Sam called out.
Steve looked over at you, regret written on his face before you shooed him off. His kissed you once again, tucking your hair behind your ear as he did, and then nodded to Wanda as she approached you once again.
You and Wanda talked some more, and once your drinks were empty, you offered to go get refills for the two of you. You walked up to the bar, leaning across it to tell the bartender your order.
"Hey, baby."
The voice sent chills down your spine. You slowly turned around and faced the man who had spoken, your ex.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
He just shrugged in response before letting his eyes fall to your chest.
"Looks like you're taking care of yourself. Why don't we get out of here?" he said, taking your wrist in his hand.
You pulled your wrist free and quickly pushed passed him as he began laughing. While making your way through the crowd back over to Steve, you couldn't help the tears that started to fill your eyes. You walked up to Steve, who was deep in conversation with Bucky before you gripped his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He smiled at you before he realized how upset you were.
"What's wrong?" he asked urgently, putting his hands on your arms protectively. "Are you okay?"
You shook your head and sniffled.
"Can we go home? Please?"
You could see the concern on both Bucky and Steve's faces, and you looked down at the ground, feeling embarrassed that you were causing a scene. Steve quickly took your hand and kept you close to him, saying something to Bucky before guiding you to the door.
"Leaving so soon, baby?" your ex said from behind you.
You froze and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"You know, it was pretty shitty of you, leaving me like that. Just a note on the table? I think you owe me an apology," he said with a smirk.
"She doesn't owe you anything," Steve said firmly, turning to face your ex while keeping you behind him protectively.
"Got yourself a nice little guard dog now?" he teased.
"Leave," Steve said. "Leave her alone."
"So this is the guy, huh?" your ex questioned, getting closer to you and Steve. "He taking care of you like I did? Keeping you in your place?"
Before you could ask Steve to leave again, he was pulling away from you, taking a few steps towards your ex before swinging at him. Steve's right fist connecting with his face, a sickening crack echoing through the bar. Bucky leaped forward, pulling Steve back.
"He's not worth it!" Bucky yelled. "Go, take your girl home. We'll take care of this mess."
Steve started to argue, but Bucky cut him off again.
"Go before you have to explain to the cops why Captain America is getting in bar fights. Take her home," he said, gesturing to you with a smile. "Get outta here."
Steve nodded and looked to you, offering you his hand and leading you out of the bar. It didn't take long for your fear to give way to fury. Why did Steve start something? You knew your ex, the reason he hit you was that he could never handle himself in an actual fight. He may be a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. He knew he was outnumbered and by the Avengers no less. He would have walked away, or you could have left.
You stopped on the sidewalk, and Steve turned to face you.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Are you out of your mind?!" you yelled.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Why did you hit him?! What good was going to come from that?"
"Hey," he said, pulling you closer to him. "I-"
"I mean, you're a grown ass man, right? Children look up to you! You can't just hit people in bars!" you rambled, cutting him off.
"I know that," he said. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have hit him. Call me old fashioned, but when someone talks about your girl like that, they get what's coming to them. Especially with the way he's treated you before!"
“I don’t need you to take care of me. I left him all by myself, didn’t I? I don’t need you to walk around punching people for me.”
“I know, I know that. I’m sorry.”
You tried to glare at him, but the admiration in his eyes wore you down quickly.
“It was pretty satisfying though,” you admitted.
Steve met your eyes and smiled.
“No more punching though. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime,” you said.
“Deal,” Steve said seriously.
"I'm still mad at you," you mumbled.
Steve looked at you and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe not mad," you sighed. "I'm…"
"Beautiful? Amazing? Hilarious? Perfect?" he said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes and continued ranting, even though Steve had pulled you into his arms.
"'Talks about your girl like that'," you repeated, mocking his earlier statement. "What is this 1942?"
Steve kissed your cheek, but you just carried on.
"Next thing I know you'll be telling Bucky' keep ya mitts off my girl!' and taking the old jalopy out for a spin," you said in an exaggerated New York accent.
"Hush, I'm trying to kiss you," he said with a chuckle.
You looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He leaned in a kissed you, cupping your face gently as you leaned your body into his.
"This is the Steve Rogers I love," you said, pulling away from him. "The one that's gentle with his girl."
He kissed you gently once again before taking your hand and continuing your walk down the street.
"Should I be telling Bucky to keep his mitts off my girl?" he questioned.
"Nah, you're the only one with your mitts on me," you said with a grin. “I have an idea though.”
“You usually do,” Steve said with a grin.
“Tomorrow, we have a productive day and a punch-free date night.”
“I’ll agree to the punch-free night, I give no promises for the productive day,” he said with a smirk.
“Deal,” you said, leaning into Steve’s side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“Deal,” Steve repeated, kissing the top of your head.
Hi! I sent an ask a couple days go but idk if it went through. If it did and this is a repeat my bad! But could enter your challenge with dialogue number 4 with Loki? I'd post it on my side blog: sidehowriting
HELLO! My first confirmed Tumblr message that got eaten.
I didn’t get it, thank you for resubmitting it! Of course! Have fun!
Hi! I want to join your writing challenge, can I have Trojan War with Steve, please?
HEllo!! I am SO SOrry it took me so long to respond. I’ve been crazy busy at work and have had next to no personal time...and the little bit I do have is filled with naps.
Of course! I’m very excited to see what you do with this! Have fun!
A/N: soooooo.. this is my first fic. like ever. like EVER. i’ve always read fics and stuff but never really written anything of my own UNTIL NOW. so. yea. i figured i’d play it safe and join a writing challenge for my first fic! this oneshot was written for @sincerelymlg‘s writing challenge! go check them out and check out all the other stuff submitted for her challenge! anywayssssssss oneshot under the cut ;) enjoy!
“I do care. Of course I care! How could you say that?!”
“Four seasons! Four seasons, Bucky! You watched four entire seasons of OUR show WITHOUT ME! How could you tell me you care after doing something like THAT?!”
“It was an accident!”
“How do you watch four whole seasons by ACCIDENT?!”
He thought you were gonna cry. He really did. He didn’t think you would react this way; that it would be such a big deal. But he’s quickly learned that yes. It IS a VERY big deal.
It all started when he let a slight spoiler slip. Small kisses shared on the couch in between whispered details about your days. You brought up a simple thought you had about the show and, in response, he let it slip. He doesn’t even remember what it is that he said, but seeing the confusion in your face morph into anger when the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized that he, in fact, did NOT remember the episode he left off with you and that he, in fact, was completely and utterly FUCKED. You bombarded him with question after question. ‘Where did you hear that?’ and “Is that theory from online?” and “Bucky, that better just be a dumb theory that your dumb eyes read on your dumb phone.” He felt like a kid being scolded by his mother for pulling on his sister’s pigtails. He felt like he got caught by his father breaking a vase when he knew he wasn’t supposed to be playing catch with Steve inside the house. He felt like a dog being reprimanded by his owner for shitting on the carpet. He knew he looked just as guilty.
He watches his lover pace back and forth across their living room, circle around the coffee table once or twice, even wandering in and out of other rooms, all while quietly mumbling to the air. ‘How could he DO that?’ and ‘I’m the one who introduced him to the show in the first place and THIS is the thanks I get?’ and ‘Where did he even find the time to watch four entire seasons without me?’
He doesn’t dare laugh no matter how amusing it is. The little pout of your plump lips. the slight twitch in your eyebrow. Tips of your ears slightly reddening from annoyance. It almost makes him want to make you angry all the time. But he’s not THAT stupid either.
He creeps up behind you at the kitchen counter where you shuffle and reshuffle through the mail and snakes his arms around your waist, peppering kisses up along your neck and ear, tongue poking through every once in a while and leaving a wet trail on your skin.
“I’m sorry, doll.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“No, you’re not. You suck.” You respond, still upset at your boyfriend, but resolve slowly cracking.
“I do suck, baby. I’m sorry.” His arms tighten slightly around your waist.
“Yeah. In fact, I’m gonna watch a show without YOU now. That’ll teach you to betray me like that.” Goosebumps pop up across your skin from his presence behind you.
“Go for it, love, I don’t know much about any of the kinds of shows that are out there nowadays anyway.” His arm reaches up to brush your hair out of the way to pepper more kisses on your skin but you stop him.
“Babe!”
You turn around, cold look in your eyes and lips pouted, and he couldn’t help but smile.
‘Damn him.’ you thought. Here you are trying to be mad at him and here he is giving you literal heart eyes. You knew you weren’t going to stay mad for long. Bucky senses your internal battle with yourself and leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m sorry, dollface.” he whispers, warm breath fanning against your lips.
“I guess it’s alright. At least you didn’t watch any of our other shows without me.” you reply, smiling up at him.
“Well…” Bucky says, slowly unraveling his arms from around you.
“Bucky!”
