Winter (2)

Winter (2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter

Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.

Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.

“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”

“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice

“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned

“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused

“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”

“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again

“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled

“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”

“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic

“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”

“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK

“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him

SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY

“Perimeter check”

PERIMETER SECURED

“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”

OF COURSE MR STARK.

Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers

“What”- everyone whispered

“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen

THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK

“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”

THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO

“What the hell”- Sam whispered

“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends

“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam

“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem

“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.

“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk

“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted

“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped

“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend

“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”

“What”

“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking

“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony

“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes

“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed

“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”

It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.

It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange

“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him

“Did you find something?”- Steve asked

“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”

“What is it?”

“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking

“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked

“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony

“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence

“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally

“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible

“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again

The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room

“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky

“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”

“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”

Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling

“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?

“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”

Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?

Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.

“Winter” taglist: @stockholmdolly @meisspookycrayon

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Masterlist

Y/N: hey, sweetheart, can you buy this for me?

Derek: of course, honey

Stiles: hey! you can’t just buy things for Y/N!

Derek: I’m her/ his/ their husband, I can buy Y/N whatever I want

Stiles:

Stiles: WE’RE PLAYING MONOPOLY!

Hi just asking but I was wondering if your "the one with the one night stand (henry cavill)" fic is still going on? I'm sorry if this was annoying, I was just really curious. I'm invested in the story

Don’t worry, I’m glad you are so invested to ask. Yes I plan on finishing all my work in progress. I’m just trying to find back my motivation to write. I’m sorry for the waiting, I really am.

Your Real Voice (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi! If youre taking requests can i please ask for a (henry) sherlock Holmes where the f!reader is Enola’s personal maid and when Sherlocl arrives they both fall for each and she’s clumsy around a lot and they confess one night and a lot of fluff ensures? Thank you so much!—Requested by anon

So, this is not quite as fluffy as you probably wanted, anon. One, because Sherlock isn’t exactly fluffy in any iteration he appears, and two, because I rather felt the exchange that occurs in this request is more honest and open than in what I could have written. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: mrcavill

The first time you met Sherlock, he swept through the door with Enola, taking in the hallway and adjacent rooms with one swift, all-encompassing glance.

He noticed you last, however.

You curtsied the moment he met your gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips, before you turned your attention to his sister. The young woman flung a shawl at you, not out of a lack of respect but merely because she yanked it so hard off her shoulders its momentum carried forward out of her hand. You caught it clumsily, not yet used to your mistress’s frustration with upper-class formalwear, and folded it awkwardly over your arm.

“And you are?”

Continua a leggere

Actor On Model

Summary: Chris and you do a couples interview.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said. “I’m an actor with the piercing blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Your husband snorted which some tea went up his nose and you grinned.

“Are you good?” You asked leaning closer and taking the mug out of his hand.

“Totally,” Chris said as a producer hands him a towel and you put down the mug onto the little table. “We should do that again.”

“Am I being you again?” You asked. “And you’re being me?”

“I wanna try being you,” he said wiping his face.

“The stage is yours,” you said.

He turned the camera and gave a smolder look.

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n and I’m a supermodel,” Chris said and he mocked a hair flip.

You laughed and said, “you got put your head into it.”

“I’m gonna get whiplash,” he chuckled.

“You’ll be fine,” you said. “Let’s take it from the top.”

“Alright, you going first?” he asked.

“I can,” you said.

“Then go,” he said.

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans,” you said with a horrible Boston accent and you looked to the camera. “I’m an actor with the blue eyes and rugged good looks.”

Chris chuckled as you exaggerated your smolder look and wiggled your brows.

“I’m- I’m Y/n Y/l/n-Evans,” he said with a higher pitched voice. “I’m a supermodel.”

“And we’re here at Vogue to have a conversation with each other,” you said.

“Was that good?” Chris asked.

“No, that sucked as an intro,” you said.

“We’ll deal with it later. Let’s just talk, Darling,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “You wanna start?”

“Sure,” he said grabbing a card off the top of the pile on the coffee table at his right side. “Oh! When were you first discovered?”

“I was actually fourteen when I was first scouted,” you said. “But I didn’t really get into modeling till I was 17.”

“What was it like to be scouted?” Chris asked.

“It was weird. Especially since it was a grown man who told me that I could be one in front of my mom,” you said. “She got real overprotective and called the guy a perv. But it kept happening. Though I’m pretty glad I started out when I was a little older.”

“Didn’t you move to New York at 17?” He asked.

“Yeah, I did. You did too, right?” You said.

“I did once I graduated high school and I was nearly 18. Didn’t you like just turn 17 when you went to New York?” your husband questioned.

“Yes. I graduated early,” you said. “It was pretty scary living on my own for the first time but I was put in one of those model apartments that my first agency had, ya know.”

“Those are crazy. I remember being in one but for actors,” Chris said.

“They’re the worst especially when everyone thinks they’re gonna be the next Cindy Crawford or Naomi Campbell and in your case, like the next Paul Rudd,” you said.

“You really love Paul Rudd,” your husband smiled.

“I really do. I’m glad you held me back at the premiere of Endgame,” you said.

“I did what I had to,” he laughed. “And you did the same for me at the Oscars with Sandy.”

“You mean Sandra Bullock?” You grinned.

“Yeah, I do but she’s Sandy to me,” Chris said.

“Man, we really like older people,” you said looking at him.

“You especially do,” he said. “I’m like the youngest guy you’ve ever been with.”

“Ew, no. I dated guys my age before,” you said. “I’ve only dated a fifty year old once when I was just 20 to see what it was like to be with someone who had their life together and was doing pretty well for themselves.”

Chris can’t help but laugh and put his hand over his mouth. You’re very honest about your previous relationships which is sometimes shocking for him to hear about the guys or women you briefly dated before him.

“It was pretty nice until I met his kid who was the same age as me,” you said. “I was not ready for that responsibility.”

“I think you would’ve been a great stepmom to his kid,” your husband joked.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna stick with you,” you said.

“That’s great to hear,” he said. “Pull a card.”

“Remember when we met?” You asked after grabbing a card from your pile.

“Of fucking course I do, —I shouldn’t swear,” Chris said.

“I don’t know why you say that when we both know you’re gonna let another word slip,” you said.

“You know what’s crazy?” Chris asked.

“What?” You asked.

“You don’t really swear. You’re so clean with your words,” your husband said. “It amazes me.”

“Thank you. It’s only ‘cause I used to swear like a sailor until a client overheard me and fired me for dropping an f-bomb,” you said.

“That jackass,” he said with frown.

“I get it though,” you said. “They’re looking for certain types of people and those who can work in professional settings. The client was a bit older so swearing was not.. what they wanted to hear coming from a model’s mouth on set.”

“You’re much more mature than I would’ve been in that situation,” Chris said.

“Thank you,” you said. “Let’s get back to when we met.”

“Right, it was at Givenchy’s show during fashion week in 2016. I was given a ticket and I reluctantly went. I saw you in that dress and I kid you not, my heart skipped a beat,” he said.

“Did you get it checked out? I can’t have you croaking out on me,” you teased.

“Haha, very funny,” Chris said sarcastically.

You grinned. You love teasing him.

“Back to what I was saying- I got to go backstage and people were able to take photos with the models. I only took a picture with you,” Chris admitted. “It was all I wanted.”

“Aww,” you said.

“And then we see each other again at some after party,” he continued. “I got to speak more than a few words to you. We got to talking and you asked what food I could go for at that moment.”

“You said Philly cheesesteaks,” you said.

“And you agreed and ended up having a friend take us to fucking Philadelphia,” Chris said.

“That was a lot of fun,” you said.

“It was until your friend ditched us,” he said. “And I had to get us an Uber.”

“I actually got the Uber,” you corrected.

“Whatever- you took me back to your place. You ended up putting on a movie and then we just fell asleep in your bed,” Chris said. “And I’ll never forget that you slept like two hours before leaving me in your apartment.”

“I had a 4am call time,” you said.

“Which is insane,” he said.

“But worth it especially since it was for Tom Ford,” you said. “I’ve always liked working with him.”

“I love his suits. They’re amazing,” Chris said.

“I know. We should get matching ones,” you said.

Your husband laughed making you laugh as well.

“I keep seeing those paparazzi pictures where we’re pretty much matching,” Chris said. “I don’t know how it happens.”

“Well, sometimes I’ll see what you’re wearing and I’ll be like ‘that’s fire. I got some pieces that’ll match’,” you said. “And then we’re matching. Does it piss you off?”

“No, I find it adorable except when you specifically steal my sweatpants and I can’t find them because you stole them,” your husband said. “You’ll like pack them in your suitcase and jet off to wherever the bum-fuck of nowhere you have a photo shoot at. And I have to buy more because I have none because you steal them. They don’t even fit you around the waist.”

“That’s why I only take the ones with the drawstring,” you said.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull up them up for you?” Chris asked.

“Quite often,” you said.

“Exactly,” he said.

“Have you seen the paparazzi photos where you’re trying to be discreet about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, they said I was handsy with you. I think uh.. someone did a review of our body language on YouTube and said I was very controlling of you and possessive of you,” Chris said. “I saw one of the comments was #freey/n.”

You laughed and said, “you were keeping my pants up.”

“You mean my pants that you were wearing,” Chris corrected.

“Ugh, whatever,” you sassed.

“But yeah I loved seeing people assumptions about us,” your husband said sarcastically.

“Especially when you’ve been nothing but good to me,” you said.

“You sure?” He questioned

“Yes. You haven’t really done anything with a malicious intent to me,” you said.

“You haven’t either. I mean you’ve been an asshole like with stealing my pants-,” Chris said.

“They’re comfortable and fit me,” you said.

“Not around your waist,” he said.

“It’s about the length,” you said. “‘Cause I’m not gonna wear capris.”

“How tall are you?” Chris asked.

“Five feet and ten inches,” you said. “How about you, big man?”

“Six feet and half an inch,” he stated.

“How does it feel to be married to a chick who is two and a half inches shorter than you?” You asked.

“Pretty good. I don’t have to strain my neck to look at your eyes,” Chris said. “Unless you put on your six inch heels which belong on the bedroom floor.”

“What? You wouldn’t want me to keep them on?” You asked.

“No,” Chris said without hesitation. “You look fucking sexy in them especially in those blacks ones with the gold chain but they’re dangerous. Especially if I’m gonna get it on with you. They’re a weapon and I don’t want to get stabbed during it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

“I only speak the truth,” Chris said softly and grabbed his tea.

“Clearly, you do,” you said as he took a sip.

“I wanna keep talking about assumptions and rumors,” your husband said.

“Assumptions are awful,” you said.

“What was probably the one that got to you the most?” Chris asked already knowing the answer.

“That I’m using you for fame,” you said.

He kept quiet to let you continue on. He knows how much it’s affected you in the beginning of your relationship.

“No doubt... I have been noticed more since we were seen together for the first time,” you said being careful with your words. “Especially outside of the usual followers and people of the fashion industry. You’re obviously a big name in the film industry which being seen with you brought more attention to me. I remember first seeing those comments on like a fan account for you and it was a paparazzi photo of us outside of a pizza joint.”

“It’s sad we can’t go there anymore,” your husband said.

“You can just put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and you’re good,” you said.

Chris chuckled.

“Anyways, it was— I- I was— I just wasn’t expecting to see that the comments were claiming that it was a setup,” you said. “Like it was just a fake relationship that management set up. I don’t why it got to me so badly.”

“You wouldn’t see me or respond to me when I sent you messages or pick up my calls,” Chris said.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“I went to your place and I took your ass to Philadelphia,” he said. “And I went to Twitter and I posted a picture of you about to fucking inhale one of Geno’s and stated that I was gonna marry you.”

“You were cocky with that,” you said.

“Yeah, I was. I even picked out a ring the next day but I was never more sure in my life,” Chris said.

“You picked out a ring the next day?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s on your finger. I texted Scarlett to meet up with me at Cartier’s and she’s like, “no, I’ve got a child to take care of.” So, I went by myself and one of the like top dog designers ended up talking with me,” Chris said pointed to your hand. “And we designed that ring together over a couple days. I even had it based off of my grandma’s as it was what I thought was classic and timeless. We were what? Like 5 weeks into the relationship?”

You have no words. You didn’t know what he went that early on in the relationship.

“Best decision I’ve ever made,” he said.

“That’s insane,” you said.

“I agree completely. My mom freaked out when I showed her the ring,” your husband said. “My sisters were even nearby. I got so much shit.”

“I bet you did,” you said. “How far in the relationship did you show your mom the ring?”

“When I got the ring, I took it back with me to Boston. It took like six weeks to make and get it how I wanted it,” Chris said. “My mom flipped her shit when I told her how long we were dating for and how old you were. My sisters called me a fucking idiot.”

“Obviously,” you said. “You still are one.”

“Rude,” he said making you grin.

“How long did you have the ring before you proposed?” you asked.

“Like 10 months,” your husband said.

“You really had it for 10 months?” You asked.

“Yes. I knew I had to not jump the gun with you even though I had the ring for that long. I felt like that it might be a lot for us since it was still early in the relationship,” he said. “And even though I was so certain on marrying you, we were still getting to know each other and we couldn’t often be together.”

“There were a lot of phone calls and FaceTime calls,” you said smiling. “You even sent me letters.”

“Yeah, and I had bird send them to you,” Chris joked.

“I had to keep asking for the address of wherever you were,” you said. “Your assistant got annoyed with me because I had to ask multiple times.”

“I remembered that, she just now sends you itinerary of where I’m gonna be if we aren’t together,” he said. “Your publicist downright doesn’t let me know and pretty much told me to “fuck off” and that she doesn’t have time for me to be a sap. I have to text your friends to find out.”

“I still have all the letters,” you said.

“I have yours as well. I think the favorite one you sent me was a dinosaur that you drew on a slightly used napkin where your lipstick was smudged on one side and used your lipstick to draw it. I cried laughing— like that silent laugh,” Chris said. “Rian thought I was dying. I think Ana thought someone I knew died and she kept asking me who died. I don’t even think I told anyone on set why I couldn’t speak for 20 minutes.”

“I think my favorite one was the one you had given me right before we got married— like the day of,” you said. “And it was just you explaining how Anthony had clogged the toilet in a strip club at your bachelor party and how you guys just continued to make it worse in trying to cover the evidence to the point where you guys had to bail.”

“I accidentally put the wrong letter in,” Chris said. “‘Cause the actual one was more romantic and telling you how I couldn’t wait to marry you.”

“But I think that other letter with Anthony clogging a strip club’s toilet calmed my nerves down especially since it was pretty stressful up until Sebastian delivered it to me,” you said.

“I hadn’t even realized until I asked what you thought of it and you just started laughing. You couldn’t speak in complete sentences,” he said making you laugh at the thought.

“That entire day was wild,” you said.

“It was amazing,” Chris said. “I think one of my fondest memories was when we cut the cake.”

You smiled at him.

“We kept pushing the time back since we weren’t too focused on it. We were having the time of our lives,” Chris continued. “The photographer ended up leaving because we were obviously went over the time that we were paying for her.”

“She was very sweet,” you said.

“Yeah, we definitely picked someone amazing. We probably should’ve gotten an extra one since she shot us for the whole day along with her two assistants,” your husband said. “And we were fucking exhausting.”

“I know,” you said chuckling.

“Anyways, when we did get to the cake, we didn’t have anyone to take the pictures,” Chris said. “We also didn’t want any of our guests on their phones.”

“But somebody brought them out,” you said.

“And everyone turned on their flashlight and took photos of us,” he said.

“Those were probably my favorite pictures,” you said. “And when we all jumped into the ocean after.”

“It was so fucking cold,” he said.

You chuckled and said, “we should have a counter on how many times you swear.”

“No fucking thank you,” your husband said.

“Put dolphins over the words. It would make my day,” you said looking to one of the producers.

Chris laughed. He tried making dolphin noises but he fails so badly. You giggled.

“Hang on,” he said pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

He searched up dolphin sounds and he tapped on the first video. He tried mimicking what he hears but his voice just doesn’t go that high.

“You’re doing great, Honey,” you said with a big smile.

“Cut this out,” Chris said looking at the camera.

“Don’t,” you mouthed to the camera.

“Anyways!” Chris said. “We got other questions.”

“Oh shit,” you said.

“Language,” he said.

“I’m gonna fight you,” you said.

“I can’t wait,” your husband said. “Grab a card, Boo.”

You grabbed a card from your pile and read it.

“This is so obvious— do you want kids?” you asked.

“Yes!” Chris said. “Of course! We’ve talked about it multiple times.”

“We have,” you said. “When would you want to have one?”

“Like in a heartbeat but right now, it just wouldn’t be a great time. I have a lot projects lined up and you are jetting off to places. Whenever you aren’t, you’re accompanying me to wherever I go,” Chris said. “Or we’re meeting up in neighboring countries or cities.”

“What if I was pregnant right now?” You asked.

“I’d shit my pants,” Chris said.

You laughed leaning forward. He paused. Could you be? He would be very happy about the news. It would just be a very hectic year. You both are very busy people with busy work lives. There’s also tons of projects already booked like this Vogue cover interview.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked.

“Not yet,” you said.

“I might have to change that,” Chris muttered.

“We got more questions to get through, Big Boy,” you said with a sneaky little grin on your lips.

“Can’t wait,” he said rubbing his hands together.

Is there going to be anymore added to the Chris evans social media au? I Dont usually read posts like that but I have LOVED yours. Hope there will be more.

Yes there is supposed to be more. I just have to find the time and the inspiration to work on it. Hopefully I’ll be able to post soon