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Contemplating doing this...
𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬’𝐬 𝟒𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞
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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨! 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨❤️
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imagininglotsofthings · 2 hours ago
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✨Prince of Mischief, God of Lies✨
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imagininglotsofthings · 2 hours ago
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Help!! Series (Sort Of) Idea. Need A Name.
Okay, that piece I posted, “Mystery Fever”, I think I want to make it into a series sort of thing. Make it an original character instead of a reader insert. Like, most of them could be read as standalones but they would all be about Bucky and the original female character. Buttt....that means that I need a name. Names are so difficult for me... I have a few in my head....
Samantha
Amanda 
Prue
Yeah, this so hard. I would love your opinions. It’s possible I may end up going with something different than you say, but I would still love your opinions. Could you PLEASE let me know??? Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Can you imagine being at a club and he’s scanning the crowd for you? Your eyes lock and... 😏
Ugh. Carly. Lovely. Damn. So many hoe thoughts. I have a short one. ❤️
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 550
Warnings: Dirty dancing (ha), implied smut
18+ please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
Bucky didn't pay attention to the music blaring around him as he scanned the crowd. The writhing bodies would have distracted most men, but he was stronger than that. There was only one person he needed...you. He knew you were there, waiting for him. And he had some tension he needed to relieve. 
Sam joked before they left that he wouldn't last five minutes without rushing to your side. "Whipped" was the expression he used. Yeah, maybe he was whipped. Your smile and laughter always made his heart swell. Your kindness was more than he deserved. And, yeah, he was addicted to being between your thighs. Your body was a work of art that deserved worship and praise.
He sensed when he got closer, his instincts pulling him in the right direction. Looking over his left shoulder, the people nearby seemed to part. His stance screamed that he was a predator searching for his prey. He would have lost it if they kept him from you, but he didn't need to worry. Not when he spotted you. 
His eyes locked with yours, the flashing lights illuminating you. Your body moved to the rhythm, your movements making his body go tight. He wasn't the only one affected. There were others close by, watching. Their gazes were ravenous and greedy...but they didn't touch you. That made him relax just a fraction.
You pulled your gaze away as your head fell back, lost in the music. It was a beautiful sight. You didn't seem to notice as he stalked toward you and that was unacceptable. He had to bring your attention back to him. All of your attention.
He pulled your hips against his the moment he got close enough, grinding to the beat. Your lips parted in a surprised gasp as he firmly held you. He wasn't teasing or playing around. The message to anyone watching was clear...You were his and he was yours. 
The bumps and grinds were possessive and dirty as the beat changed, your clothes the only thing keeping him from fucking you then and there. He did wonder how far you'd let him go. Would you arch and whine if he slipped his hand between your legs? Could he get you off on the dance floor?
When you leaned your head back again, he seized the opportunity to kiss you. He brought a hand up to keep your head in place as he took his fill. Like the way his body moved, his kiss was filthy and left nothing to the imagination. His tongue swept across every crevice, your moan making him kiss you even deeper. He needed you to burn him with your fire and he needed to devour you. 
"Where?" he asked when he finally gave you a chance to breathe. 
"Where what?" you asked breathlessly, not breaking the tempo. Your lips were swollen and he took pride in how wrecked you looked. He was just getting started.
"Where am I fucking you, doll?" he asked. He wanted you at his mercy. He wanted to make you come until you lost count. He would take care of you after. He just needed to have you now.
"Anywhere you want."
He smirked at your answer. It was going to be a long, long night.
Thank you for that. 😉
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imagininglotsofthings · 2 days ago
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Holy. Shit. That was so good. And fucking HOT AS HELL.
Call It A Night - Chapter Three
Choice: Bucky Barnes (x Reader)
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Summary: After a night of drinking and partying in Madripoor, your small group returns to Sharon’s apartment. Caught between the attentions of three vastly different men, a choice has to be made. Which one do you want?
In this choice chapter, the answer is the brooding Bucky Barnes.
Alternate Endings. Smut. Alcohol. Jealousy. Explicit Language.
18+ ONLY.
WARNINGS: Wound Tending. Blood. Cursing. Explicit Vaginal Sex. Slight Choking. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). Rough Sex. Bucky’s Damn Arm. Unprotected Sex. Use of the word ‘cunt.’ 
CALL IT A HUNCH - PREQUEL TO ‘CALL IT A NIGHT’
CALL IT A NIGHT - CHAPTER ONE
CALL IT A NIGHT - CHAPTER TWO (BARON HELMUT ZEMO)
CLINTS-LUCKY-ARROW MAIN MASTERLIST
READ ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN
Ko-Fi: Buy Me a Coffee
Word Count: 10.3k
Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated.
A/N: Enjoy it, you thirsty bitches (and I say that with the utmost affection because I too am a Thirsty Bitch).
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imagininglotsofthings · 2 days ago
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Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Part 1- The Plan
for @geosaurusrrex writing challenge :)
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imagininglotsofthings · 2 days ago
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sebastian is seriously the best when it comes with connecting with fans and giving them advice. i saw this on instagram and his comment and just my heart
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he cares about us so so so much:,,))))
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imagininglotsofthings · 5 days ago
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Midnight Snack
Bucky Barnes Drabble 
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1130
Warnings: **18+** Smut, Oral sex (Female receiving), Fluff, Bad food-related sexual innuendos, 
A/N: This drabble is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​‘s “Clean up the Archive Challenge.” The prompt was “Really? You wanna have sex…here?” from @prunes-said-bucky​
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imagininglotsofthings · 5 days ago
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Oh, holy shit, this was so fucking good. 
this is longer than my usual writings because i had to fit in the background lore. which still has a whole lotta holes but that’s not why you’re gonna read it, is it? 😅
“Not in my right—?! Is that a joke?” he sputters and tries jolting forward but he only goes so far in binds. ‍”Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to you? It’s like I’m a teen again because every time I so much as think of your face, I can’t help myself. I think about your pretty smile, your laugh, the way you look at me; and I just—” He releases a deep groan to mimic an explosion. “At this point, I don’t know if it helps or makes it worse.”
in which you and bucky get stuck in an elevator after he’s been dosed with something that makes him hungry for you. (includes friends to lovers, sex pollen-esque, dirty talk, praise kink, mild cockwarming, unprotected sex, light bondage and restraints.)
do not repost.
The elevator shuts.
Although the metal seal of the door confirms the mission’s failure, you’re complacent. You’ve never liked the whole undercover job, and you especially didn’t like this one with the conjecture of the mission’s objective. 
Allegedly, there’s a new drug making its debut on the high-end scene of New York—a killer version of ecstasy. One of the hot-stops rumored to be this casino and hotel which you and your friend-slash-coworker Bucky Barnes are assigned to. Because of your begrudgingly talented acting skills and looks, and his biological resistance to drugs, you two make the perfect fit. (In more ways than one, you always think to yourself.)
As it turns out, there’s none; at least, none at the club you just finished infiltrating. While ecstasy was present, there wasn’t any behavior more extreme than what’s expected. Perhaps, it’ll show up somewhere else, but for now? You got nada. 
The only upside is that you’ve got to work aside your crush and see him all debonair in a black suit and trimmed shoulder length hair. 
Speaking of, you want to glance back behind him. The flashing lights hadn’t allowed you to really see like you wanted, but you resist the urge because you don’t want to weird him out. Instead, you revel in the fact you’re freed from the riotous music, intoxicated clubbers and sweltering temperatures. Your guard drops from your shoulders, and you step backwards only to bump into a hard chest. 
A smile upturns your lips, but a smart retort about personal space dies on your tongue when his arms cord around your waist and brace you strongly against him; in tandem, his nose is nuzzling into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. 
“Wow. You smell fucking good,” he groans, throatily teasing the sensitive zone. His arms slip lower, his hands grapple at your thighs, ruffling your dress up so he can knead at your bare skin. “You always smell so fucking good. Like vanilla and cherries. Like I should just eat you up.” His voice borders a growl before his tongue lulls out to just that: a long swipe following the curve between your neck and shoulder. 
“B - Buck—” you gasp with a violent shudder as heat flares throughout your entire body. It’s good, even better than what you’ve dreamed of. “What are you—what’re you d - doing?” 
“Well, you, in a second,” he purrs in your ear, nipping at your lobe. “If you let me. And you wanna let me, don’t you?” He’s pressing into your backside until you feel him hard in his pants, huge and grinding against the cleft of your asscheeks. One hand smooths up your inner thigh to slot between your hips, palming your panty-clad sex and the wet spot rapidly soaking through. “Hell, yeah, you do.” 
Your hands slam forward against the closed metal doors. Tingles prickle up your legs until you wobble, inadvertently bucking into his frenzied caress. “Oh, shit,” you moan. “Where’s this c - coming from?” You aren’t complaining—it’s about damn time—but you’re curious to know what happened to the annoyingly polite and almost shy Bucky you’ve come to know? 
“You kiddin’ me? I’ve been trying to get my cock inside you since the first moment we met, and every moment since then,” he growls, vaguely offended. “And this dress? Oh, baby, it’s doing somethin’ to me. Actually, it’s just you that’s doing somethin’ to me. Always drivin’ me wild.” 
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imagininglotsofthings · 6 days ago
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Yeah, I just posted this last night, but I added more, so I thought I would reblog it. I couldn’t help myself, I had to add more. Would anyone like something like a series on these two?
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Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mystery Fever (Extended)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem reader
Word Count: 1,715
Summary:
 I extended this from last night. 
 Okay, this blog is anonymous, but I wanted to write this. I have this ultra-rare condition called Nephropathic Cystinosis, and it is discussed in this one-shot. Not in great detail, but it is. And Cystinosis Fever is a thing that has happened to me. It’s possible I’ll continue with this sort of thing….Let me know if you want more. For the moment it’s a reader insert, but may turn into something else. 
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Y/N sat at the kitchen table in the Avengers compound, in the shared kitchen and she didn’t feel quite right. She got up to fill her water when Bucky walked in.
He smiled upon seeing her. “Hey, doll.” His grin widened as he walked over to her and curled a hand around her waist, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, which he immediately noticed were chapped. And her skin felt too warm under his touch, the body heat radiating off of her was more than was usual for her. He pulled back slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there much longer than necessary. She knew exactly what he was doing but didn’t say anything, she knew he was trying to hide it under the guise of a forehead kiss.
Then he frowned and dropped all pretense, pressing his flesh hand to her forehead. His frown deepened. “Doll, you’re warm. Really warm.” He moved his hand from her head to her cheek and she leaned into his touch, humming slightly at how good it felt against her overheated skin. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
She looked up at her boyfriend, bleary eyed, and smiled softly. They had only officially been an item for a couple of weeks. Before that, they had been going out about a month, and two weeks ago, Bucky had asked her to be his girl. He was protective before that, but after, it was like some sort of primal need of his that he couldn’t control. The need to protect her, take care of her, and keep her safe always there. And the fact that his girlfriend had an ultra-rare and potentially dangerous disease just made the urge even stronger. Bucky knew that Y/N had Nephropathic Cystinosis. A lysosomal storage disease. A genetic, metabolic condition that caused fifteen secondary conditions in Y/N’s case. There were only a few others in the compound that knew. Tony, Pepper, and Steve. Bucky looked almost ashamed when he didn’t know what it was, but she assured Bucky most doctors didn’t even know. About 2,500 people in the world had it. Then she went on to explain it to him. After that, he was determined to learn all he could about it, how it affected her, to go to her doctor’s appointments with her (when he could and when the next one came up), you name it. She realized this was something she’d never really discussed with him before, because well, it hadn’t come up yet. And this hadn’t happened to her in a quite a while.
“I think…” she mumbled, and Bucky waited for her to continue. “We used to call it Cystinosis fever when I was younger.”
His heart did a little lurch. Cystinosis fever? There was a specific fever his girl could get with this condition? “What’s that?” he mumbled.
“It’s an unexplainable, sudden onset fever. It can last a couple hours or a couple days, never really sure.”
He nodded slowly. “What else happens, other than the fever?”
“Depends. It’s different every time. Headache, nausea, cough, exhaustion, dizziness…” she trailed off and leant her head against his chest and gripped his forearms. He though she was feeling some dizziness now. He rubbed her back and then sat her down in the nearest chair.
“I’m gonna take your temperature.”
“Bucky, I can take my own-“ but he’d already walked off to get the thermometer from her room. He was back in a flash and knelt down in front of her.
“Open up,” he said and she obediently opened her mouth so he could place the thermometer beneath her tongue. A minute or so later it beeped and he removed it, looking down at the numbers. “102.2,” he mumbled, glancing up at her. “Alright, come on.” He hoisted her into his arms. “I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you to bed.”
Tony walked by at that moment and smirked, as usual his mind in the gutter. “Feeling frisky, Barnes?”
“Shut up, Tony,” he grumbled, his face going slightly pink. Bucky and Y/N hadn’t even been intimate like that yet, and he couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks, nor could his girlfriend. “Y/N’s not feeling well.”
Tony’s features softened. “What’s up, kid?”
“Little fever, I’ll be fine.”
“Well sure, with the bionic man to take care of you, those germs better run if they know what’s good for them.”
Even Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at that.
“Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you hand me that bottle of water?”
“Sure.” He handed Y/N the bottle and she held it carefully.
“Need any help, Barnes?”
There was hint of a glare in Bucky’s eyes as he looked back at him. “I can handle this, Stark, thanks.”
Extended ‘Ending’
Bucky deposited Y/N gently onto the bed, and took the bottle of water from her, setting it on the nightstand. She had been dozing and looked around. “This is your room,” she mumbled, though she curled up on the bed as Bucky pulled his sheets over her and tucked them in around her. 
“I know,” he said, another light blush dusting his cheeks. “It was the closest to the kitchen.” 
“Thank you,” she said, a yawn parting her lips. 
“Sure.” He smoothed her hair back. “What else do you need?” 
“Nothing, I just…” she paused, and Bucky leaned forward a bit, but Y/N threw the covers off and Bucky moved out of the way she ran to his en suite bathroom. He followed and saw her bent over the toilet, vomiting up the little that was in her stomach. He walked up behind her and crouched down, gathering her hair in his hand to keep it out of her face, rubbing her back. It took several more minutes before she stopped and stood up, wiping at her eyes with her right hand. Unfortunately, since learning about her medical condition, and being trusted enough by her to let him see these parts of her life, he’d seen her throw up several times. And every time, her eyes would tear like crazy.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, still rubbing her back. 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, walking over to his sink and splashing cold water on her face, then grabbing a cup and rinsing her mouth. The sad thing was, she meant it. To her, this wasn’t a big deal. She got sick like this (threw up) several times a week. She told him that for years there she threw up every single day. To Bucky, though, it was. To see his girl bent over the toilet, throwing up the little contents that was usually in her stomach. It was often nearly a fight to get her to eat, this condition affected her appetite, too. 
“Right,” Bucky mumbled, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it, then ringing it out. “Come on, doll, lay back down.”
She did as he said and laid back down in his bed, and he again pulled the sheets over her, then knelt down in front of her and dabbed her face, forehead and neck with the wet cloth. This was something that he learned made her feel better, even when she claimed she was fine. As she had a tendency to do, often to Bucky’s dismay, She hummed and closed her eyes and he placed the cloth down. “It’s right next to you if you need it.” She nodded, “What else do you need?”
“Where’s my water?” she mumbled, opening her eyes. 
“I’ve got it.” He grabbed the bottle and opened it. She smiled some and shook her head gently as he held it to her lips. “Bucky I can..” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes playfully, then took a big gulp and then another. This was something else Bucky had learned. For her, Cystinosis caused chronic dehydration. Which meant she was always, always thirsty. She took another big gulp. 
“Doll, stop,” he said softly, gently pulling the bottle away from her mouth, a trickle of water falling down her chin. She went to wipe it away but Bucky beat her to it. “You’ll make yourself sick again.” 
She huffed out an irritated sigh, but didn’t argue. ”Alright, it’s right here. Don’t make yourself sick, alright?”
She nodded. 
“Okay, what else do you need?” 
She nibbled her bottom lip. 
“What is it?”
“Can you stay with me?”
Bucky was confused. “Of course, that’s what I was going to-”
“No, I mean, in here.” She gestured to the bed. “I just…” she hesitated, suddenly shy. “I want to…cuddle. Want you to hold me. That would make me feel better.” 
Bucky smiled, his whole being feeling warm and his heart swelling with affection and….was it love? The word scared him, but he didn’t overthink it or even mention it out loud, he didn’t want to scare Y/N off, not with saying that so soon.
“Sure, babydoll, of course.” She smiled up at him, her cheeks a light pink. 
“I’ll make you something to eat later.”
Her nose wrinkled.
“Later,” he repeated with a grin, and she nodded. “I’ll make the soup my mom used to make when me or Steve were sick. Mostly Steve.” She gazed up at him with a smile, her eyes full of affection, as well.
“I love to cook,” she muttered, turning her face into the pillow.
“I know, doll, but not today, okay?”
She sighed. “Alright. Overprotective,” she muttered, but he could hear the smirk in her voice. He was, he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself.
“For you, yeah.”
He took off his shoes and his long sleeve shirt (there was a shirt underneath it) , but left everything else on. He wasn’t sure they were quite there yet. Then he moved to the other side of the bed, hesitated a moment, and lifted his covers, crawling in behind her. His arm draped over her waist and his other hand went to her hair, scratching lightly and soothingly at her scalp until she fell asleep in his arms. And though he didn’t want his girl to feel sick, he loved holding her like this, and hoped there would be many more chances in the future to do just that. He kissed her top of her head, but stayed up to watch over her. His girl, his little warrior. 
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Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mystery Fever (Extended)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem reader
Word Count: 1,715
Summary:
 I extended this from last night. 
 Okay, this blog is anonymous, but I wanted to write this. I have this ultra-rare condition called Nephropathic Cystinosis, and it is discussed in this one-shot. Not in great detail, but it is. And Cystinosis Fever is a thing that has happened to me. It’s possible I’ll continue with this sort of thing....Let me know if you want more. For the moment it’s a reader insert, but may turn into something else. 
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Y/N sat at the kitchen table in the Avengers compound, in the shared kitchen and she didn’t feel quite right. She got up to fill her water when Bucky walked in.
He smiled upon seeing her. “Hey, doll.” His grin widened as he walked over to her and curled a hand around her waist, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, which he immediately noticed were chapped. And her skin felt too warm under his touch, the body heat radiating off of her was more than was usual for her. He pulled back slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there much longer than necessary. She knew exactly what he was doing but didn’t say anything, she knew he was trying to hide it under the guise of a forehead kiss.
Then he frowned and dropped all pretense, pressing his flesh hand to her forehead. His frown deepened. “Doll, you’re warm. Really warm.” He moved his hand from her head to her cheek and she leaned into his touch, humming slightly at how good it felt against her overheated skin. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
She looked up at her boyfriend, bleary eyed, and smiled softly. They had only officially been an item for a couple of weeks. Before that, they had been going out about a month, and two weeks ago, Bucky had asked her to be his girl. He was protective before that, but after, it was like some sort of primal need of his that he couldn’t control. The need to protect her, take care of her, and keep her safe always there. And the fact that his girlfriend had an ultra-rare and potentially dangerous disease just made the urge even stronger. Bucky knew that Y/N had Nephropathic Cystinosis. A lysosomal storage disease. A genetic, metabolic condition that caused fifteen secondary conditions in Y/N’s case. There were only a few others in the compound that knew. Tony, Pepper, and Steve. Bucky looked almost ashamed when he didn’t know what it was, but she assured Bucky most doctors didn’t even know. About 2,500 people in the world had it. Then she went on to explain it to him. After that, he was determined to learn all he could about it, how it affected her, to go to her doctor’s appointments with her (when he could and when the next one came up), you name it. She realized this was something she’d never really discussed with him before, because well, it hadn’t come up yet. And this hadn’t happened to her in a quite a while.
“I think…” she mumbled, and Bucky waited for her to continue. “We used to call it Cystinosis fever when I was younger.”
His heart did a little lurch. Cystinosis fever? There was a specific fever his girl could get with this condition? “What’s that?” he mumbled.
“It’s an unexplainable, sudden onset fever. It can last a couple hours or a couple days, never really sure.”
He nodded slowly. “What else happens, other than the fever?”
“Depends. It’s different every time. Headache, nausea, cough, exhaustion, dizziness…” she trailed off and leant her head against his chest and gripped his forearms. He though she was feeling some dizziness now. He rubbed her back and then sat her down in the nearest chair.
“I’m gonna take your temperature.”
“Bucky, I can take my own-“ but he’d already walked off to get the thermometer from her room. He was back in a flash and knelt down in front of her.
“Open up,” he said and she obediently opened her mouth so he could place the thermometer beneath her tongue. A minute or so later it beeped and he removed it, looking down at the numbers. “102.2,” he mumbled, glancing up at her. “Alright, come on.” He hoisted her into his arms. “I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you to bed.”
Tony walked by at that moment and smirked, as usual his mind in the gutter. “Feeling frisky, Barnes?”
“Shut up, Tony,” he grumbled, his face going slightly pink. Bucky and Y/N hadn’t even been intimate like that yet, and he couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks, nor could his girlfriend. “Y/N’s not feeling well.”
Tony’s features softened. “What’s up, kid?”
“Little fever, I’ll be fine.”
“Well sure, with the bionic man to take care of you, those germs better run if they know what’s good for them.”
Even Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at that.
“Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you hand me that bottle of water?”
“Sure.” He handed Y/N the bottle and she held it carefully.
“Need any help, Barnes?”
There was hint of a glare in Bucky’s eyes as he looked back at him. “I can handle this, Stark, thanks.”
Extended ‘Ending’
Bucky deposited Y/N gently onto the bed, and took the bottle of water from her, setting it on the nightstand. She had been dozing and looked around. “This is your room,” she mumbled, though she curled up on the bed as Bucky pulled his sheets over her and tucked them in around her. 
“I know,” he said, another light blush dusting his cheeks. “It was the closest to the kitchen.” 
“Thank you,” she said, a yawn parting her lips. 
“Sure.” He smoothed her hair back. “What else do you need?” 
“Nothing, I just...” she paused, and Bucky leaned forward a bit, but Y/N threw the covers off and Bucky moved out of the way she ran to his en suite bathroom. He followed and saw her bent over the toilet, vomiting up the little that was in her stomach. He walked up behind her and crouched down, gathering her hair in his hand to keep it out of her face, rubbing her back. It took several more minutes before she stopped and stood up, wiping at her eyes with her right hand. Unfortunately, since learning about her medical condition, and being trusted enough by her to let him see these parts of her life, he’d seen her throw up several times. And every time, her eyes would tear like crazy.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, still rubbing her back. 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, walking over to his sink and splashing cold water on her face, then grabbing a cup and rinsing her mouth. The sad thing was, she meant it. To her, this wasn’t a big deal. She got sick like this (threw up) several times a week. She told him that for years there she threw up every single day. To Bucky, though, it was. To see his girl bent over the toilet, throwing up the little contents that was usually in her stomach. It was often nearly a fight to get her to eat, this condition affected her appetite, too. 
“Right,” Bucky mumbled, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it, then ringing it out. “Come on, doll, lay back down.”
She did as he said and laid back down in his bed, and he again pulled the sheets over her, then knelt down in front of her and dabbed her face, forehead and neck with the wet cloth. This was something that he learned made her feel better, even when she claimed she was fine. As she had a tendency to do, often to Bucky’s dismay, She hummed and closed her eyes and he placed the cloth down. “It’s right next to you if you need it.” She nodded, “What else do you need?”
“Where’s my water?” she mumbled, opening her eyes. 
“I’ve got it.” He grabbed the bottle and opened it. She smiled some and shook her head gently as he held it to her lips. “Bucky I can..” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes playfully, then took a big gulp and then another. This was something else Bucky had learned. For her, Cystinosis caused chronic dehydration. Which meant she was always, always thirsty. She took another big gulp. 
“Doll, stop,” he said softly, gently pulling the bottle away from her mouth, a trickle of water falling down her chin. She went to wipe it away but Bucky beat her to it. “You’ll make yourself sick again.” 
She huffed out an irritated sigh, but didn’t argue. ”Alright, it’s right here. Don’t make yourself sick, alright?”
She nodded. 
“Okay, what else do you need?” 
She nibbled her bottom lip. 
“What is it?”
“Can you stay with me?”
Bucky was confused. “Of course, that’s what I was going to-”
“No, I mean, in here.” She gestured to the bed. “I just...” she hesitated, suddenly shy. “I want to...cuddle. Want you to hold me. That would make me feel better.” 
Bucky smiled, his whole being feeling warm and his heart swelling with affection and....was it love? The word scared him, but he didn’t overthink it or even mention it out loud, he didn’t want to scare Y/N off, not with saying that so soon.
“Sure, babydoll, of course.” She smiled up at him, her cheeks a light pink. 
“I’ll make you something to eat later.”
Her nose wrinkled.
“Later,” he repeated with a grin, and she nodded. “I’ll make the soup my mom used to make when me or Steve were sick. Mostly Steve.” She gazed up at him with a smile, her eyes full of affection, as well.
“I love to cook,” she muttered, turning her face into the pillow.
“I know, doll, but not today, okay?”
She sighed. “Alright. Overprotective,” she muttered, but he could hear the smirk in her voice. He was, he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself.
“For you, yeah.”
He took off his shoes and his long sleeve shirt (there was a shirt underneath it) , but left everything else on. He wasn’t sure they were quite there yet. Then he moved to the other side of the bed, hesitated a moment, and lifted his covers, crawling in behind her. His arm draped over her waist and his other hand went to her hair, scratching lightly and soothingly at her scalp until she fell asleep in his arms. And though he didn’t want his girl to feel sick, he loved holding her like this, and hoped there would be many more chances in the future to do just that. He kissed her top of her head, but stayed up to watch over her. His girl, his little warrior. 
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imagininglotsofthings · 7 days ago
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Random Thing That Popped Into My Head ~ Bucky x Reader
Note: This popped into my head when I was reading a fanfiction story where it was mentioned in passing that Bucky got the reader a pair of booty shorts that said “All you can eat.” And I found that way too funny, and weirdly hot. I can’t remember what the story was. ... Anyway...
Reader walks out of their shared bedroom in the shorts Bucky got her. He frowns when it looks like she’s about to walk to their door.
Bucky: Where are you goin’ in those, doll?
Reader: *smirks, knowing full well she wasn’t going anywhere, decides to mess with him* What, these?” *looks down at the shorts that just cover her ass*
Bucky: *raises his eyebrows* Yes, those.
Reader: What? You got them for me. 
Bucky: Maybe I should’ve made it clearer, I got those for you to wear around me, not anyone else. 
Reader: Oh, I was thinking I’d go see Steve for a cup of coffee in the kitchen. 
Bucky: *raises his eyebrows nearly to his hairline, and then frowns* And I was thinking I’d have to spank that personal all I can eat buffet...
Reader: *knowing her plan worked, looks at him with big innocent doe eyes*
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imagininglotsofthings · 8 days ago
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It is time. You sure about this?
THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | “The Whole World Is Watching”
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imagininglotsofthings · 8 days ago
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“Woaah look at the moon” Me literally every night no matter what phase the moon is.
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imagininglotsofthings · 9 days ago
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seeing pictures of men w blood on their face is like. oh man i wanna be you so bad. i wanna make out with you in a storage closet. i want to gently cradle your face and wipe the blood off with a washcloth. you are the ideal man. you are my pretty pretty princess
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imagininglotsofthings · 13 days ago
I am 4 feet 8 inches tall and he is 6 feet tall. So he is literally a foot and a half taller than me. So...yeah... I love this. This would be accurate lol.
can you write a headcanon of bucky dating a short girl pls
Little Girl
Bucky Barnes x short!Reader
warnings: none :)
summary: in which she’s really tiny
A/N: this is the first headcanon i’ve ever done n i’m not sure how good this is + i’ve always been the short one so i’m excited
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imagininglotsofthings · 13 days ago
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"stop overthinking" oh thanks never knew there was an on and off switch to this shit
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imagininglotsofthings · 13 days ago
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One-Shot Requests
Okay, so I have two open series but want to write some shorter stuff in the meantime. So I’m opening up one-shot requests. I write for a few different characters (Loki Odinson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Sir Thomas Sharpe, Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive, and Elijah Mikaelson.) But right now, I think I’d want to focus on Bucky, Steve, Loki..... So, send in your requests!! I want to have some fun writing them!! But I will probably write some of my own ideas, too. 
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