You were supposed to be out with your friends-dressed up, laughing, celebrating your 23rd birthday. Not bleeding on the sidewalk in the middle of a downtown explosion. Not waking up in a hospital bed, confused, aching, and staring straight into the eyes of a man you'd only seen on screens. He wasn't supposed to be there. But neither were you. Bucky Barnes had no reason to remember you. You weren't an agent. Not a genius. Not anyone important. Just the girl who'd thrown herself between a child and falling debris, and ended up with fractured bones and scars she couldn't see in the mirror without flinching. But he came back. Again and again. At first, you thought it was guilt. Then you realized... it was something else. Now, your life is anything but normal. Secret training sessions. Shadows that follow you home. Enemies whispering your name like you matter. Like you're the crack in his armor they've been waiting to find. And still, when everyone calls you his weakness... He leans in close and whispers: "You're the only reason I haven't given up." You didn't choose this world. But maybe-just maybe-you'll survive it for him. Hi! Just a quick note before you start: this story doesn't follow the original timeline or canon. English is not my first language, so please be patient with any mistakes. Also, I don't own any of the characters - I'm just here to have fun with them. Hope you enjoy the story!

𝗠𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 🦾🦾🦾 A book full of smut, fluff, angst, and Marvel characters. Specifically for my love for Bucky Barnes and a place I can explore small ideas that I can't fit into my bigger stories. I do take requests, so please message me or comment on what you would like to see. 🦾🦾🦾 "What have you been thinking of? Tell me" He lifted your shirt slowly and threw it to the side. "I've been thinking about what you would taste like" He licked a line from the middle of your stomach all the way up to the end of your chin. His hands travelled to the back of your bra, unclasping it. You pulled the material off your shoulders and placed it with your shirt. "I've been thinking about how your moans would sound" He attached his lips to one of your nipples whilst the other was being pinched by his hand. He sucked on your nipples but before lifting his lips he bite down gently on the bud, raising it and gaining a soft moan from you. "I've been thinking about what it would feel like to be inside of you" 🦾🦾🦾 TW: This book will include smut, violence, mental health, fluff, and angst. I only write on this book in between writing my main books. I do take requests, so please comment or message me what you would like to see here. All chapters will be a female reader. (I will also be posting alerts for new stories in between chapters on here) Story cover by @s1utformen

{completed} ❝You've heard him scream before. Hurt or scared didn't matter, his screams always sounded the same. But this time, they're worse. They're full of grief.❞ For years, you've been working for Hydra, constructing weapons, inventing new ones, fixing older ones. You're their mechanic. You're the best. But your mind is numbed. You don't think. You don't imagine. You don't dream. You just obey. Until they bring you a wounded soldier in need of an arm.

Dr. Elena Cătălina Mirea is one of the world's most skilled trauma surgeons - a reputation that makes her invaluable to the wrong people. When HYDRA abducts her from her hospital, she is forced into a frozen nightmare deep in the Carpathian Mountains. Their demand is simple: repair their greatest weapon, the Winter Soldier. ‼️: This series is extremely dark, touching on graphic violence, psychological torment, and human suffering in all its forms. If you choose to read, proceed with caution.