#amputee bucky

[infamousengineer]

I need more of Bucky's arm bothering him.

Like this man got the equivalent of a Shoulder Disarticulation. He still has his shoulder blade but none of the arm bones that make the shoulder.

Like Bucky not having his arm on then being startled or grimacing and just being like, "Sorry my left arm hurts" or he is wearing the arm and just casually scratching it or rubbing it. Because it itches or it aches.

Or after longer missions or a lot of heavy lifting, Bucky struggles to get his arm off because it is sore and swollen. Him not being able to put his arm back on because of how it aches and how swollen it is.

Bucky forgets he can't take a super hot shower because it causes swelling which makes it hard to put his arm back on.

Or Bucky not wearing his arm and has a medical device that helps support his residual limb, maintain its shape, and help with swelling. It straps across his chest.

Like sure, Bucky is superhuman, but man him more human by having prosthetic issues or some common amputee issues.

But also give me...

Bucky does not have his arm on and just throws a hair tie at someone and then laughs before they help him with his hair.

Or Bucky cuddling up to someone with his left side and being able to be really close to them because his arm doesn't get in the way.

Maybe Bucky forgets he doesn't have his arm on and he does an action that everyone stops and looks at him before someone laughs and tentatively says "Did you forget you don't have your arm on" which causes Bucky to blush and laugh at himself because yes he did.

#long post #Infamous Rambles #Stucky #Bucky Barnes #Amputee Bucky

[fandoms-writings]

Sore Muscles

A Something Domestic Drabble

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s prosthetic has been causing some issues, but it’s a good thing he has you to help him out with that

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: muscle soreness and a massage?? So just fluff

A/N: thanks to @sweetdreamsbuck for planting this seed in my head, I hope you enjoy <3

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Ever since he got the new arm, even though he was doing physical therapy to try and help get used to it, Bucky's muscles had started to ache. He'd tried to ignore it, pushing through the work he did with you every day on top of his physical therapy that he did three times a week.

Today, his body was not having it.

He felt the bed dip and shift as you turned, moving to get up for the morning and he'd peeled his eyes open to watch you. He loved watching you in the morning - the way the barely rising sun would dance on your skin as you made your way to the closet, only leaving a small gap open in the doorway for Alpine who liked to be your shadow. The way you tried so hard to be quiet to not wake him even though he couldn't sleep past you getting out of bed in the first place.

He'd watch through the crack in the closet door as you searched through your clothes, searching for a specific pair of pants or a certain shirt. You'd eventually merge from the closet, clothed and ready to go down stairs to make your coffee. Lifting his arm to get your attention before you walked out, he smiled once you linked your fingers together, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Good morning, Jamie," You whispered against his lips as you leaned over to plant yours there.

Humming into the kiss, he couldn't stop from trying to nip at your lips before you pulled away, "Good morning, darlin'." He went to turn over, to lay on his back so he could really look at you in the morning light, but the second he got his elbow lifted enough to pull on the muscle, his back all but seized.

Letting out a long groan as he struggled to finish turning around, he could feel your hands hesitating on his skin, not knowing how to help but wanting to. Once he was finally on his back and could relax again, he let out the breath he'd held after his muscles started their tantrum.

"Oh god, that sucks," He muttered, opening his eyes to see you still sat beside him, your face coated in worry.

"Are you okay?" You asked, not sure where to rest your hands on him, not wanting to cause him any more pain than what you just witnessed.

He sighed before doing his best to shrug, "I don't know, it was just like my back was on fire for a second." He felt your hand rest against his chest and he reached up to grab it, lacing your fingers together.

"You stay here, I'll let the horses out and get them fed," You started, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles, "and when I come back, we're taking that arm off of you and working on your back."

He tried to argue with you, to say that he could still get up and help and that you shouldn't be doing all this work on your own but you shut him up. He got an earful about how you can do it, you've been doing it for years before he showed up on your porch and how if he tried to follow you out there, you'd personally drag him back in by the collar of his shirt.

So he waited for you.

He laid there, trying to will his muscles to relax but to no avail. In fact, it felt like they were just getting worse, mocking him as they held him captive to the bed while he could hear you outside doing morning chores thanks to the open window.

It didn't take long though for you to finish up and come back inside, ditching your shoes and grabbing lotion before making your way to the bedroom where you helped Bucky sit up. He leaned against you, clutching at your side with his flesh hand as you worked to get his prosthetic off, sighing when the weight of it dislodged from him and fell to the bed. You moved it to the floor, where it wouldn't get stepped on or kicked, and helped him lay on his stomach before you placed yourself over him. Straddling his hips and sitting on the backs of his thighs, you got to work, moving the lotion into his back and feeling the riddled mess of knots in his muscles.

Bucky swore your hands were magic, there was no way they weren't. Whether you admitted it or not, there was something supernatural about the way your hands worked the knots out of his back.

He couldn't help the groans that crawled their way out of his throat and slipped past his lips every time you got one of the knots to at least shrink, the feeling of his muscles finally relaxing made him feel like he was literally melting into the blankets under him.

He got lost in how good it felt, going into somewhat of a trance as your hands forced the knots away. It wasn't long until you had him on the verge of sleep, in the midst of limbo under your touch. Slightly humming as you lightly dragged your fingertips across his skin after you were done working his muscles. You could see the sleepy smiles gracing his lips when you switched to your nails, gently scratching his back in long strokes - one of his favorites.

When you leaned over and placed a line of kisses across the expanse of his shoulders, paying special attention to the scars on the left side, that was what pulled him back to the waking world. You rested your weight against his back, laying on top of him as gently as you could while wrapping your hands around his shoulders.

"Thank you, darlin'," he muttered into the sheets, relishing in the way you felt pressed against him, and noticing how his back hardly ached anymore. He brought his hand up to grab at your hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze as you leaned up to kiss just under his ear.

"Of course, you know I like taking care of you," You whispered, this moment seeming too gentle to speak any louder.

"I know you do," He hummed, pulling your hand forward so he could lay a kiss on your knuckles before sinking into the mattress again, comfortably pressed down by your weight, like his own personal security blanket.

He didn't know what he'd do without you, but he did know that he was going to repay you for this. Later. For now, he was going to allow himself this moment of reprieve for as long as you'd lay on him.

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#bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x you #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes fanficiton #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #something domestic #veteran!bucky #modern au #amputee!bucky

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Do you think Bucky would go meet kids who recently lost a limb?

He totally does!!! All the kids are really excited to meet him and look up to him as a hero!

At first he is hesitant, doesn't think he's worthy or that any of the kids would want to meet him, but he goes anyway and quickly becomes a favourite guest at the pediatric hospital.

#marvel #mcu #bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #amputee bucky barnes

[roshambo05]

Does the MCU not realize that amputees can take off their prosthetics?

Like

Why does putting Bucky's arm in a vice keep him restrained in Civil War? Why does Spidey's webbing prevent him from taking that bitch off? Why is it a massive shock that the Dora can disconnect his arm? Why is there not more content of Bucky just taking off his arm and whacking people with it?

MCU. Please. Stop being a coward. Let Bucky use his arm as a ranged weapon.

#mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #shitpost #disability #amputee

[mf-headcannontap]

MARVEL Headcannon #2:

Nebula, Loki, and Bucky, upon meeting, would either be the best of friends or petty rivals, no in-between.

On an offhand, Loki and Nebula HAVE, in fact, met. It wasn't a pleasant meeting, but they both have a mutual respect for each other for surviving Th*n*s, and for being the overlooked, blue little sibling to hero-type, perfect older siblings. After all the craziness, they meet up and do infact become fast friends. They meet in secret to bitch and brood, as well as accustoming Loki to embrace their Jotunn form.

Anyways, there is an unspoken agreement between all the Avengers and the Guardians that these 3 are not allowed to meet, ever.

(They don't know about Loki and Nebula and their Broody and Blue Club for now. But if they did, they would all rue the day they stop simply brooding and start committing crimes and acts of chaos. And then would proceed to ensure that Bucky never meets the blue gremlins. Which would probably backfire if I'm being honest.)

#mcu fix it #marvel #marvel headcanons #bucky barnes #nebula #loki #marvel mcu #let them be happy #let loki embrace being jotunn #let loki and nebula be blue buddies #bucky needs fellow former-villains/POW friends #let nebula and bucky be amputee buds #let loki and bucky be buddies with dumbass blonds #let these three met and be friends

[disabled-character-showdown]

BRACKET 4, ROUND 1, SIXTH SHOWDOWN

#FINAL ROUND 1 SHOWDOWN!! #eileen leahy #supernatural #deaf #bucky barnes #mcu #marvel comics #amputee #ptsd #disabled-character-showdown #polls

[themculibrary]

Hi! I've been searching for a Steve-centric fic for awhile now with zero luck. It's either Gen or slow-build Stony, set in a dystopian world where people are programmed and hooked up to machines and have a port in the back of their neck. Steve is bought by Tony, no memory of who he is, and eventually they head a revolution against the powers that be who support this slave/subordinate/designation society. It ends with Steve being hooked back up and forgetting everything! :( Ring any bells?

This is the closest fic I could find that I came across, though I'm not sure it's the one you're looking for.

Prima Nocta (ao3) - Dira Sudis (dsudis) M, 19k

Summary: This is the night Steve is stolen by Tony Stark, whose slaves disappear in industrial quantities. This is the night sex slave #32557038 is given to a new master and finds out what is expected of him. This is the night Tony saves two slaves and doesn't tell them any comforting lies like "You're free now."

- Tori

#Anonymous #answered #found #ao3 #15k #au #slavery #sexualslavery #dystopian #rape tw #noncon tw #torture tw #hurt/comfort #chastitydevice #dehumanization #amputee!bucky #stockholm syndrome

[grandly-disfunctional]

Dear princess, Chapter three

A/N: this is scarcely edited because i hate editing. if you find a mistake let me know and ill update it as soon as I can :)

Chapter warnings: light medical stuff, like a stethoscope; injuries (missing arm, blunt force/ loosing breath, etc.) ; bucky? is that a warning?

Sleep had still yet to find you as the sun rose and Nat dressed you in your (mostly) casual dress for the day. It was as simple as royal garments could get, a dark navy, with plain off the shoulder sleeves and a knee length skirt, adorned with pearls on the neckline and waist. 

You wore kid gloves, and a simple diamond drop necklace that Bucky had once gifted you.

The castle was vibrant early in the morning, mostly because of the light filtering in from massive windows that overlooked the east, where the ocean met the shores. Servants and nobles walked slowly, letting the sun warm their skin. 

His rooms weren't far from the windows, he appreciated the view and the light every morning, standing and watching the sun rise before embarking on his daily tasks and meetings.

Today would normally bring you to the beaches, but you had to see bucky. 

Doctor Cho was waiting inside his receiving room, laying out papers and medications. She stood when you entered, and greeted you with a curtsy. She looked rather tired, but smiled nonetheless. 

You nodded your head, and asked “how’s Bucky doing?” Her face shifted to a grim expression, making your heart ache. 

“He's, um, better.” She collected papers from her pile, attempting to soften the blow by distracting herself. “The attack took a lot out of him, he had multiple blade wounds to his abdomen, but his biggest loss was his left arm”

You chewed on your lip. This is why no one wanted you to see him just yet. You nodded, looking at the far wall, of the pictures of his family, his best friends and favorite spots. Pictures you had painted of the beach and his ships. 

“I couldn't save it, lord knows i tried”

“That's alright Helen.” The use of her first name made her look up at you, and you took her hands. “I believe you. You saved him.”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “Thank you, princess Y/N. You can go in and see him if you’d like. He’s not awake yet, and Captain Rogers should be here sometime today, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you need some time with Duke Barnes. If he is to wake, please come get me. He won't adjust well to his new predicaments. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You cracked open the door to his bedroom. It was unfamiliar and intimate, and it made you feel uneasy as you walked to his bedside. The room was dark and woodsy, dark oak paired well with the dark blue tones your kingdom was known for, along with a deep purple that shimmered along with the light. A four poster bed sat against the far wall, windows stretched wide and tall to let sunlight in, but the curtains were drawn closed to let him rest.

The unfamiliar sights filled your mind, along with the soft sound of birds and Bucky's breathing. It made your heart ache, the way you were helplessly standing with him. You couldn't do anything to protect him.

You pulled a chair up to the bed to sit beside him, picking up one of the novels laying on the floor. It had most likely been moved to make way for the growing pile of bandages and salves. It was titled “The Land of Roaming Seas”. Its pages smelled of salt and liquor, sweat and blood; like the flowers pressed in between its pages, all from unfamiliar lands and ports. 

Folding the book back into your lap, you took Bucky’s right hand, and rubbed your thumb over his roughly bandaged knuckles. His face glowed in the soft morning light, slightly obstructed by the folds in the sheer curtains, and highlighting the small cuts and bruises on his cheeks and forehead.

His breathing hitched, and then quickened, stirring wildly. You raised up, and sat on the bed to keep him from hurting himself. You tried calming him, placing your palm on his bandaged chest to keep him down. As you muttered reassurances, your mind wandered to his slick abdomen, strong and tanned from his days aboard the ships.

He stopped fighting, and grabbed your unoccupied wrist lightly. His silver-blue eyes appeared as he lazily cracked his eyes open. 

“Becca?” he asked, and your heart ached. His sister died when they both were young, an incurable disease spread rampant throughout his kingdom. He couldn’t ever see her in her final moments. 

“No Baby, it's not. Its Y/N” 

He responded with a near silent “hmmn,” closing his eyes again. “Everything feels so light, like I'm missing-” his head wobbled to where his missing arm would have been. He tried moving his stub, but it proved difficult with the bandages.

“Hey, hey, don't mess with that, you'll open a-” 

All in a second, he threw you near to where the chair was beside the bed, knocking you in the gut, hitting the chair and then the floor. It knocked the breath out of your lungs, and they burned as you drew in frantic breaths, bringing tears to your eyes.

You barely noticed Steve, Dr. Banner, and Dr. Cho throw the door open, rushing in the room with a frantic pace.

You managed to get to your knees, using the bench, and help from Dr. Banner to get to your feet. He was saying something. You didn't understand anything except for Bucky’s persistent fighting. Steve and Dr. Cho were helping to calm him down. 

Bruce finally got you into the receiving room, and sat down on the couch. With each movement you could feel the soreness and the bruise the injury would bring.

“Princess,” You could hear his words now, frantic, but calming. “Hey, where does it hurt?” 

You brushed the tears off your face, saying “he hit my abdomen, knocked my breath out. I hit the chair too.” 

He took out his stethoscope, checked your breathing, and felt for fractured or broken bones near your ribs and back. Once he declared he found nothing, he went back into the bedroom to deal with bucky. 

Your mind reeled, tears spilling out of your eyes. You hated to see Bucky in this amount of pain, and relieving his sister’s passing.

You let the tears slip from your chin into your lap. You let them go for bucky.

#medwhump #bucky royalty au #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes #angst? #whump #blunt force #amputee

[builder051]

Press on, press on again

Whoa Bessie

Content warnings: medical talk/seizures, sickness/emeto, possible sexualized behavior between grown people in a sexual relationship

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They've resurrected the tradition of the Sunday drive.

James has been complacent lately, either between the points of satisfied and bored with his activities and tasks, or ever so slightly stagnated. Steve can't quite tell which.

From the talk-therapy perspective, James seems as well as can be expected, all things considered. The same traumas come up in the night terrors, and he makes difficult confessions over again in the post-icthal fog after Steve picks his twitching, medicated ass up off the floor. But he remembers people's names now. Even from back in college. Sometimes he cracks jokes so slyly it takes Steve a second to get them before cracking up.

Sam and Nat report continued progress in the PT and OT departments, but Steve isn't sure whether he believes them.

"He's always gonna be, you know. Right?" Clint had weighed in when Steve had asked for a third opinion.

Steve shrugged and tried not to be disappointed.

"Broaden your horizons. Take him to, I don't know, the Smithsonian?" Clint pointed in the vague direction on the nearest metro station.

"Eh," Steve replied. "He hates crowds."

"Other way? We live way out near Big Sky..."

Steve vaguely recognized the name of the National Park, though he wasn't sure hiking or picnics were what he was after, either.

By Sunday, though, Steve couldn't take James's ghostly presence as he hovered in front of the bookshelf, pondering the jigsaw puzzles as the theme for Independent Lens cued on the television. It would be either dinosaurs, the Louvre, or the moon landing, and James would finish it right around the time Alan Cumming introduced tonight's Masterpiece Mystery.

James makes his requisite humming sound, and Steve puts his foot down.

"No," Steve says. He reaches for the TV remote.

"Wha?" James looks at him, confused.

Steve immediately softens his face and checks his tone. "I'm sorry. You're not doing anything wrong." He takes a breath. "I just want to do something different."

"Oh." James steps away from the shelf. He nods. "Like, uh. Umm..." He blinks, then makes a thin smile. "Do you...?"

"Know what to do instead?" Steve finishes.

James nods.

"Not... not exactly," Steve says honestly. "But a change of scenery? Do you want to go for a drive?"

"I might get carsick." James looks doubtful.

"It's nice out. We can roll down the windows." Steve is already heading for the shoe shelf and the rack where he hangs his keys. "I think I have some CDs in the glove box. Maybe the trunk..."

"This is... different." James follows him halfway, looking unsure whether he intends to dig in his heels.

"Yeah." Steve's voice cracks a little as he bends over to open the folded heel of his boat shoe. "Consider it... field trip therapy. We can talk about it or draw about it or do sit-ups about it when we get back, it it makes you feel better." Steve grins.

James's downturned eyebrows neutralize, then he makes the thin-line smile again. "Ok, sure," he gives in. "But not during Mystery."

"It's going to be a rerun," Steve says.

"How do you know?" James dons his shoes, then stands on his toes to knock his hat down from the top shelf just above his head.

"I can tell the future."

James glares at him darkly from under his black brim.

"No, ok," Steve laughs. "Mystery is always a rerun. It's the dramas that are new this year."

"But still--how--?"

Steve opens the door and waves James outside into the driveway. "You ever notice the TV guide is missing from the newspaper? Every day?"

"You mean they print a TV guide?" James looks a little dumbstruck.

Steve unlocks the car and they both get in. "Yeah. It's like a little magazine with celebrity gossip and movie times. I confiscate it. Well, I usually put it in my waiting room, now that you don't go in there anymore."

"Why?" James asks earnestly.

"'Cause you'd never put it down," Steve teases.

"I only watch PBS." James defends himself. "Deadliest Catch, sometimes. And... and... the animal channel--"

"Animal Planet," Steve corrects, "Which you confuse with Discovery and National Geographic."

"They're all animal channels. And last time, I let you program the remote." James crosses his arms and nods decisively.

"I guess I'm caught." Steve makes it out of the townhouse's neighborhood gridlock and pulls onto the main drive. "We're headed into the state, not the city today. Maybe you'll see some real animals."

"A pigeon," James reports sarcastically, nodding to the fat, grey bowling pin of a bird perched atop the nearest stop sign.

It takes just a minute to get to the highway. Steve assumes the crowds are spending their not-quite-noontime enjoying brunch after their choice of worship. Sure enough, the exit to Cracker Barrel gives him a view of American made pickups and families meandering the overflow porch. Not that Steve would've ever heeded it, but he's glad nobody's yet recommended that he and James try to join them.

They crack the windows at the next mile marker, and the breeze is perfect. James's hair takes flight at the ends, rippling up to his ears and turning gentle waves until the length is trapped beneath his cap.

Steve steals glimpses at him; he can't help himself. At least he does until James catches him, loosing a toothy, undignified snigger that makes him look raw and sexy and absolutely ridiculous.

A bubble of laughter builds in Steve's chest, but he's afraid he'll completely lose it, so he pops the center console and points at the messy array of junk inside.

"I forgot to look for CDs," he tells James. "There may be some in here. Hell, there might be cassette tapes."

James nods. He digs his seatbelt out of his neck, then turns so he can reach and rummage. Once he's down a layer of napkins and thoroughly un-sticky sticky notes, James come up with two shiny red cases rubber-banded together.

"The Civil War-abridged. Narrated by Ken Burns?" James reads, after blowing off some dust. "Cassettes." He raises his eyebrows, then flips the package over in his hand. "Oh--library copy--" He looks hurriedly to Steve. "These have a campus bar code. Do you owe money?"

Steve thinks quickly. "Um, probably not?" He cocks his head. "I no longer have a student account. No debt, as far as I know. Full ride for grad school." He shrugs. "I don't think so."

"Ok..." James sounds doubtful.

"We don't have to keep it, if it makes you feel weird."

Steve thinks about tossing the tapes in the trash next chance he gets; the sound quality has to be terribly scratched and warped.

"Like, mail it back?" James asks.

"Uh..." Steve isn't inclined to waste the postage. The cassettes are probably worth less. But he's also inclined to humor James's every inclination. "Maybe."

There's a gas station at the next exit. It's the kind with a corner store, plentiful with drinks and snacks and souvenir shot glasses. They probably sell car electronics and the like. Hopefully they're just outdated enough to have a few music CDs in stock among the chargers and adapters.

It's also a good change of conversation. "Hey, Buck," Steve poses. "D'you want to stop for a coke or something?"

"I know how to get lids off," James replies, annoyingly moving to an adjacent topic instead of answering.

"Yeah, bottled drinks. I bet they have glass bottles, too." Steve points down the approaching turn lane. "If we're going to stop, I have to turn now. Shall we?"

James is quiet for a second. He turns his head slightly to watch the road. Then he looks to Steve. "Sure," he says. It comes out a little oddly, though. As if he's reading out his Scrabble play instead of saying something with meaning.

He'll have to pay postage on the cassettes, Steve knows it. Rush shipping, probably. But he dusts off a grin and eases into the turn lane.

There's another bird clinging to the top of the traffic light, some little ugly brown unidentifiable thing that would require an expert and a magnifying glass to name properly. Steve's about to point it out to James, but James is already staring at it, his eyes big and blank. The light turns, and the bird ruffles it's wings, seeming affronted.

James sniffs. Steve isn't sure if it's a reaction to the bird, or just one of his sounds of existence. There's a pothole in the driveway to the gas station, and the car wobbles a bit. James's body ebbs and flows in his seat, his torso flexing whilst staying strong and upright. One muscle in his neck stands out, then disappears. He tips his head back, and Steve can just see the lines at the corner of his eye.

Steve turns the steering wheel and navigates into a parking spot. He steals a nervous glance at James, who has resumed his stoic stare into space. If Steve touches him, he might melt. So, of course, the best thing to do is rush the space between them and plant a startling kiss on James's cheek.

"Ah," James breathes, surprised. Pleased? Steve can't quite tell.

All he can take in is the burn of James's stubble left on the tip of his nose, like a child's tender knee bitten by sidewalk. Teenagers making love on cheap carpet.

Steve throws open his door and gets out of the car. He doesn't look at James, but doesn't actively look away, either. He can feel him walking at the same pace, right behind his shoulder. James's breathing is off. Flustered, perhaps. That would match Steve's inner workings, trying to maintain all normal processes with just a touch of what the fuuuccckkk...

The corner store is empty, so Steve takes his time glancing around. A case of overwhelmingly sweet-smelling doughnuts overtakes one side of the room, so he turns toward the soda fountain and coffee machines on the opposite wall.

"Coffee?" Steve offers, pointing it out to James. "Recyclable cups, even."

"Mm." James nods.

Steve himself opts for the soda fountain, where he won't be judged if he adds a little root beer and lemonade to his plain cola. After watching James choose his coffee cup and stoop his neck to read the flavors, he depresses the handles over his own chosen beverages and watches the bubbles flow.

Steve adds the final splash of A & W to fill his cup to the brim and watches intently as the foam fades away. Suddenly something heavy drops onto his shoulder, and his drink dribbles over the edges.

"What?" Steve tries not to move, though it only takes him a fraction of a second to recognize the shape and sound and smell of James having come up behind him and laid his head on Steve's shoulder.

"Hm." James stump is extended to its fullest and perched on the outside of Steve's arm, right where his sleeve cuts off. His chest is practically on Steve's back, though he's cockeyed slightly, and he's caught Steve's hipbone with his at a sloppy T.

"Hey, Buck," Steve murmurs. "What's up?"

James exhales another humming sound. The bowl of his pelvis conforms to Steve's gluteus, his groin wrapping just below. His body feels muscular and toned, and his breath is hot on the side of Steve's face.

"This, uh, isn't the time..." Steve tries to hiss at him.

"Hm." James's right leg hitches, as if he's trying to ride Steve's ass by only hinging his knee, the toe of his shoe squeaking against the floor.

"Stop," Steve groans. "We don't do this in public."

"Uh. Uh." It's only when James collapses at the beltline and gives Steve an uppercut in the chest three times over that the situation becomes clear.

"Fuck." It's, perhaps coincidentally, the only word Steve has at the moment. The fountain drink falls victim to somebody's elbow, splashing the back of Steve's jeans and becoming a puddle on the floor. Swearing again and checking his footing, Steve wraps James's waist with one arm and his shoulders with the other, suspending him mid-fall as the seizure takes hold of his body.

"Ok, ok." Steve starts his usual grounding murmurs as he looks for a dry spot to place James's legs. He swipes at the soda spill with the side of his foot, but all that does is invite wetness under his foot and into this insole. Maybe it's all for naught; James is halfway likely to leak from one or more orifice, anyway.

"I've got you," Steve says as he's forced to sit heavily and roll James to his side. His breathing is gurgly, and his body twitches spasmodically in a dead bug sort of way. James makes a retching sound that seems to resonate from deep in his ribcage, but all it produces is a trace of clear saliva.

"Yeah, get it up." Steve pats James's back.

"Is he sick? Do you need an ambulance?" A hairnet and a hillbilly drawl come out from behind the doughnuts, the curly cord of an landline stretching several feet overhead from a bright red wall-mount.

"No, he does this," Steve says, finding himself gasping as well. "I mean, he's a disabled veteran. Epileptic. I have his meds. Or he does. Somewhere."

"Ok, sweetie. Tell me if you change your mind." The hairnet puts down the handset and noisily changes gloves.

"Buck, sorry," Steve says, stroking James's hair. Then he collects James's hat, which has fallen off, and buttons it to his own belt loop for safekeeping. "I gotta feel you up."

James makes a guttural sound, which may or may not have been voluntary. He does see to take ahold of his flickering eyelids, though, and jam them together in a single, hard blink.

"Ok. Good." Steve tries to stick his hand in James's pocket without fondling him. "We got this." There's nothing in the upward-facing one. James must be lying on his emergency syringe. He can't imagine that's very comfortable. Not that seizing in the middle of a gas station store is very comfortable to begin with.

"Ok, it's under you," Steve tries to explain. "Your Versed. Your mouth. meds? That make you go to sleep?"

"Uh," James forces out. But then his chest and arms go jerking again. So does the side of his face. That part always scares Steve most, filling him with fear he'll start stroking, start disappearing, and they'll have to start all over.

He can't perseverate. Hell, five minutes ago he thought James was going all youngblood on him. When he wakes up from this round of medically-induced drowse, James will owe him. They'll owe each other.

Steve hoists James's waist an inch off the floor and explores his rumpled pocket. Sure enough, the syringe is rolled in the lining, covered in lint, and the label is all but worn off. He should probably check the expiration date, but Steve is too eager to get the goods into James's body to wait even a moment longer than necessary. He discards the cap and jams the tip under James's lower lip. It makes friction along the lower gum line, and Steve groans in apology. The syringe seems to depress for an ungodly amount of time.

What's the dose? Is it always this dose? Does it always take this long? Steve's the one trembling when he finally removes the empty syringe and drops it at James's side. "Ok?" he whispers. "Ok. It's ok."

James takes a shuddering breath. His body stills. Then he resumes a normal, though slightly quickened chest rise.

Steve sighs in relief. He hovers the back of his fingers hear James's forehead, which is warm and glistening with slight perspiration. He's got to have burned, what, a thousand calories, at least? Four hundred a minute, or something like that.

"Ok..." Time to get his brain back on track. James is stable. That's the most important thing. But... backtracking. Why'd they stop? Where even are they?

"You sure you don't need help, sweetie?" The hairnet is behind the ice cream counter now, waving the phone beside its wall mount.

"Um..." Steve gives his pockets a glance. Sure enough, his phone is in the car. "Actually, yeah. Can I call somebody?"

"Even I know the Fire Department." The glove doesn't quite tap the hairnet in the motion of acknowledgement.

"No, a person. Like, a house." Steve presses up to his knees. "Will your cord stretch?"

"Every dern corner of this place." Bouncy Dr. Scholls come at a clip, and the gloves change again as soon as the receiver is in Steve's hand.

"Thanks." Steve looks at the number pad set into the center of the receiver. The phone feels like a toy, but for now, it's a lifeline. He shuts his eyes and envisions the piece of paper taped above the computer monitor in his office. Clint office. No, next one down. Clint cell.

Steve dials the number, including the 1 and area code, just in case they're across the county line. Then he tucks the receiver behind his ear and waits.

It rings twice, then picks up. "Why does my caller ID say 'Gas-n-Go?'" An annoyed-yet-curious voice asks. "Is this a phone booth? Or a hijacked number?"

"No, Clint, it's me," Steve says quickly. "Steve, from the office."

"Ok?" There's definitely skepticism.

Steve hastens to explain. "I'm at a gas station, that's why the phone number is odd. I'm with Bucky-- James, I mean--"

"Yeah, I know you live together. You're calling me on a weekend on a personal number, so professional isn't, like, a thing anymore."

"Ok, I'm sorry, so, we were driving, and we stopped and he had a seizure, and he's had medication and he's passed out now--"

"Where did you say you were?" Clint interrupts.

"You said to go places and stuff."

"You're at a gas station? What exit?"

"Uh." Steve can't remember the number. He isn't sure he even looked at the number. "The one with the dippy bird on the traffic light?"

"The fuck?"

"After Cracker Barrel."

"Ok," Clint pauses. "And you haven't seen the diner inside the giant silver Airstream yet?"

"There's a--" Steve stops short. "No. Definitely no."

"Yeah, so you're like, halfway."

"To what?"

"Big Sky, dipshit." Clint laughs. "That's where you were going, right?"

"Uh... We got...really sidetracked." Steve rubs his hand up his forehead, making his bangs stand on end.

"Yeah, well. We're the other fork."

"I don't follow," Steve sighs. "Buck is passed out, and if you live near here, I really don't want to put upon, but if you could, like meet me--"

"Steve, hey, it's fine. That's what I'm telling you," Clint says. "You're halfway there. Big Sky National Park is one fork in the road. Our driveway is basically the other one."

"Oh."

"I think we're an hour apart, ish? Forty-five, if I take my car instead of the van?"

"That would be.. Oh my god. Thank you." Steve trips over his words.

"My wife wants to turn one wing of the house into an Air BnB. Says I'm on business trips too often, and she needs more people to cook for." Clint laughs. "She'd love you guys."

"I don't want to be a burden. He'll wake up by tonight--"

"No. Stay," Clint insists. "Play hooky with me tomorrow. I have leave to burn. Laura has a double oven. Strawberries are blooming..."

"You're being way too kind. I'm so out of line, doing this--"

"Steve. Stop." Clint puts on a gentle, yet firm tone. "We treat each other like family. Always. Ok?"

Steve takes a moment to breathe. He nods to himself. To James. Then he murmurs, "Ok. See you soon."

#marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfition #whoa bessie #captain america #steve rogers #protective steve rogers #war veteran bucky barnes #bucky barnes #amputee bucky barnes #au #hurt/comfort #seizures #emeto #emetophilia #sex talk #clint barton #laura barton #sickfic

[42donotpanic]

Interference

Summary: A very busy café is the beginning of a new friendship. And maybe the start of a scientific break through.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1317

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: College AU, Coffeeshop AU, meet-cute, Deaf Clint, Amputee Bucky, Trans Clint, NB Bucky

Written for:

@flufftober : Have your characters share the last table at a café (Extra)

#clint barton #bucky barnes #transgender #nonbinary #deaf character #amputee

[fandoms-writings]

Steel Toe Boots & Matching Pjs

A Something Domestic Drabble

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky spend the holidays with his sisters and their kids. 

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: a LOT of fluff

A/N: this is not beta’d, all mistakes are my own

Series Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist

Bucky remembered Christmas being his favorite holiday when he was a little boy. The presents, the snow, the decorations. The happiness that filled the house. He remembered being wired on the insane amount of sugar from the Christmas cookies that his mom let him eat all day long and running around with his sisters and their new toys. The sugar crash that came after, all of them laying on the floor, holding their presents close as they napped away the afternoon.

He hadn't had a Christmas like that in a long time. He'd spent several of them overseas. He and the guys would use what they could for a makeshift tree and they'd open the little packages sent over from their families. They would make each other little gifts, carving what were supposed to be animals out of different pieces of wood. The key words being "supposed to" - they usually ended up looking pretty mangled, but that didn't mean the act meant any less.

Then there was the accident in the Alps, where he lost his arm and gained all of his trauma. Nothing was quite the same after that. He'd found it harder to smile, to laugh, to let that joy back in when so much darkness had taken its place.

But then he met you. You pulled him from the darkness of his mind and shined a light on all that he'd been missing.

He looked over to where you were sitting by the tree with his nieces and nephews as they opened up presents with larger than life smiles. You were all in matching pajamas, an idea you had before you'd made the drive to just days before.

You were packing your bags when you froze, sending him a look before telling him you'd be back. He watched as you raced by, ran out the front door, and left in your truck, leaving him confused and slightly worried. You were back only an hour later with bags hanging from your arms and a giant grin on your face.

But you didn't let him see them until you arrived at his sister's house, pulling out little gift bags. Each bag had a different name on it and you handed them out to their respective person, urging the children to open them.

You'd managed to find the exact same Christmas pattern in every necessary size and the kids were elated to be able to match with the adults. You then told the kids how it was something you used to do with your father - you'd wear matching pjs on Christmas Eve, watch a Christmas movie before bed, and then wake up to open presents before getting ready for the day.

You all donned your new night attire before building gingerbread houses - you and Bucky shared one, making the farm house - and then settling in the living room for a movie. When the kids had fallen asleep, you helped to carry the young ones to bed while Bucky and his sisters and their husbands set up the presents under the tree. Bucky even went as far as leaving white boot tracks leading from the fireplace to the pile of gifts.

All of you then ate the pile of cookies the children left for Santa before heading to bed yourselves, needing all the rest you could get before the kids woke you in the morning.

And wake you they did.

Gleeful shouts and fits of laughter had filtered under the door into the room you and Bucky were staying in. He woke first, being able to watch you blink your eyes open and smile at him, making his heart stutter like you did every morning.

"Uncle Bucky, look!" Sarah's little voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked over to see her pushing a box his way.

"What is it?" He played coy, getting a smile out of her.

"Is a pwesent fo you!" She giggled as she pushed it to his feet.

"Oh, is it?" He peaked at the handwriting and instantly recognized it as yours. His eyes met yours. You were still sitting on the floor, but Emma had moved into your lap where she sat happily playing with a new my little pony - you were playing with her with the little stuffed Nita Bucky had picked up and hadn't had the chance to give to you until now - and Jackson had run off to show his mom the new toy truck Santa left him. You smiled and nodded, telling him it was alright to open in front of the kids and his eyes went back to Sarah.

"Will you help me open it?" He gestured to the box with his one hand, "I don't have two hands."

She giggled and nodded, climbing up to sit on the couch right next to him after he pulled it up onto his legs. Once she deemed herself in the perfect spot, she tore into the paper while Bucky held the box still. He peeked through the paper to see a particular brand staring back at him.

He looked up at you and asked, "Did you really?"

You nodded at him with a sparkle in your eye. Looking back to the box, he pulled the lid off to reveal the steel toe boots he'd shown you just weeks before. He'd wanted to pick up a pair to protect his feet when helping you out in the barn but was going to wait until after the holidays - he'd wanted to spoil the kids, which he did.

Emma moved from your lap to go show her mom the braid she'd put into her pony's hair and you stood from the floor. Walking up to his side, you leaned into his ear, "Don't worry, that's not the only present you got."

He smirked as you pulled back, "And where is this other present, hm?"

"Yeah! Where hims otter pwesent?" Sarah asked, oblivious to the reason why he didn't have it right now.

"Oh, I left it at home," You knelt down to be at her eye level, "I was so worried about all of your presents that it slipped my mind. But don't you worry, the second we get back home, he'll open it." She grinned and giggled at you.

"Otay!" She took off to go back to her own gifts and Bucky leaned over the box to you.

"Thank you, darlin'," He muttered before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Of course, love," You stood fully and smirked, "But you'll like your other one much more."

With that, you winked before sauntering off to the kitchen to help with cooking dinner. He peered over the couch to watch you chatting with his sisters, making Becca sit down because she was getting close to her due date. He sighed at the warmth in his chest, knowing it was from you.

He loved his sisters and their kids, but with the promise of another present waiting for him at home, he couldn't wait to get back to the farmhouse with you.

And if the coming Christmases were like this one, it just might be his favorite holiday again.

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[gay-jewish-bucky]

this has been said before but if you take a character who is canonically an amputee and you not only erase that aspect of their identity (which is already an issue in and of itself), but go as far to give them tattoos where their prosthetic would be? you suck the most ultimate shit imaginable

an au isn't an excuse to erase a disabled character's disability

there are many different avenues that you can chose from that could have led to them becoming an amputee (including being born with a congenital amputation) that would fit.

not only are there many incredible advances being made in responsive neuromusculoskeletal prosthetic technology every single day, this is fiction! you aren't bound by the technological limits of the real world!

it's so easy to use your imagination!

#personcole #fandom #fanon #fandom ableism #amputee characters #yes this was made while thinking about bucky barnes but it applies to other amputees #fanfic #fanfiction #bucky

[agentkikirogers]

Walking into a store & a worker passed me & said, "Wow." Just staring at my prosthetics. "Those are so cool!"

"Oh! Thanks."

"Sorry I just think they look cool."

"Its fine." I told her a few stories of other positive/negative stories I've had with people and she laughed at some of the funny ones and then we carried on.

Reminded me of this moment (only she wasn't beating my ass):

#personal #amputee #amputees #bucky barnes

[winterarmyy]

And You're Mine

How grumpy chubby alpha!bucky finally found his omega

Summary: In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Note: Read the prequel here 《 Must Be Fate 》

Words: 4.7k++

Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader

Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, a/b/o dynamics, self-deprication, body shaming, tiny bit of angst, fluffiness, bucky has a size kink (if you squint), horny-ass bucky has lots of dirty thoughts, vivian being a digusting bitch, protective y/n, even more protective bucky and overall wholesome.

P/S: Ahhhhhhhhh!!! My first omega-verse fic; i have no clue what I'm doing. This is mostly self-indulgent but if you come across this and somehow interested to read it then I hope you enjoy!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Bucky momentarily shuts his eyes, slightly titled his chin upwards, as if that'll help the boiling blood within his nerves to cool down.

Steve had expected that his best friend would be a little bit annoyed with his decision to trick him into agreeing to this suprise date but he didn't expect him to get this pissed, "Come on now, Buck. I promise you're gonna love this one."

"You said the same shit everytime!" Bucky almost roared in the middle of the crowded carnival, but he held back with a muted growl.

Ever since he lost his left arm on a rescue mission during his time in the Special Forces Unit, the society had deemed him to be "lesser than" despite the alpha title he was born into.

You would've thought that serving your country for about 6 years of your early 20's would be enough of a reason to make up for the so called "lacking", but no.

Apparently, his heroic contributions, his Sargent rank, and his literal blood, sweat and tears meant nothing when he returned home as an amputee.

Even if he came back with the medal of honor, pinned on the fabric of his uniform, right on his prideful chest; they didn't care. A defected alpha is as good as dead, especially in this modern, competitive society where its a lot more difficult to find a mate.

At first Bucky was optimistic, he didn't let them get to him.

He believed that his mate is out there somewhere, waiting for him, as he is for her.

After Stark Technologies offered him to join their research for under the Prosthetics and Orthotics Division, Bucky was lucky to fully revived his left arm in a form a vibranium prosthetic.

Even then, as time passed, the venomous whispers eventually managed to seep through; like any other poison, it is lethal to his mind.

And Bucky stopped trying to be an alpha. His pride was maimed and he let himself wallow in self hatred; letting his insecurity consume him. Eventually quite literally ate his pain away.

They said that he was rubbing salt to his own wound as now he was not just an amputated alpha, he is also a fat one at that.

With his alpha reputation being at its worst, his chances of finding a mate also went down hill.

"This one's gonna be different. Trust me." Steve claimed.

Bucky doesn't know why Steve seemed really convinced. But he wasn't having any of that, he rolled his eyes into a glare, "And how's that?"

Steve's blue eyes sparked as optimism lit on his face, "Well, first of all, she's one of Peggy's closest friends and.."

"Oh great, now you involve your omega into this." Bucky let out an unfiltered scoff before sarcastically exclaimed, "Just fantastic."

Steve growled at the mention of his mate, "Watch it, Bucky." He warned.

Bucky's drilling glare remained the same as Steve's alpha challenged his.

It's not that Bucky is against the idea of Peggy or any other omega helping him in any way. But, Steve had been annoyingly persistent with these set ups and he was sick of it. Perhaps he was a bit petty bringing Peggy into the conversation but he really was just tired of this.

Steve's scowl gradually soften before he continued his reasons, "...And, your date is actually the one requesting for a set up with you."

And that definitely caught Bucky's attention. Steve could see it, especially when Bucky's ears perked up a little and his ever-lasting frown loosen at the tiniest amount.

Steve smirked triumphantly, "Specifically you."

For moment, there was a hesitation on Bucky's side; and there were only the chaotic atmosphere around them. From the screaming of the riders on the roller coater to the giggles of children at the nearby courasell.

Steve really thought he managed to lure Bucky but he was caught by surprise when Bucky replied, "You'd think I'd fall for that crappy excuse of a lie? No. I'm leaving." Bucky turned on his heels.

"I'm not lying." Steve stopped him as he held on his arm, "Hey, you're gonna break her heart."

"Break her heart? How about mine? Just how many more heart breaks do I have to endure? How much more disappointment do I have to go through?"

Bucky gathered his palms into fists as he recalled all the mean, insulting words his past lovers had thrown at him and all those time he wasted on waiting for his dates to show up.

Just before Bucky planning to lash out, a voice interupted his thoughts "Hey, sorry for being late." Peggy came just in time.

Though it was just her; no sign of his so called date around.

An unexpected sting spreads within Bucky's chest. Of course she would stood him up too. Why was he surprised?

Steve pulled his omega into a tight hug, "Hey, baby. Where's y/n?" He asked.

"She's went to the bathroom." Peggy replied before taking a peep towards Bucky, "She got really nervous when she saw you. She might take some time to calm down. She thought its better if you know." Peggy explained.

On one side, Bucky can feel that sliver of hope creeping in. He look down to where he was supposed to see his feet, but unable to see them as now they're blocked by the round of his soft tummy. That's when the dark thoughts clouded his mind.

Was she just feeling nervous or was she regretting her decision?

After a short back and forth explanation, Peggy swept Steve away and had left Bucky on his own. She claimed that the line to the haunted house will double if they wait any longer. But, Bucky knew that they just wanted to leave him and his date alone.

Like every other date before, Bucky was emotions was all over the place; nervous, scared, intrigued, excited but what's different tonight was he also felt angry and annoyed. Which was not a good thing to feel on a date.

So he went to a Whac-A-Mole machine near the spot where he was supposed to wait for his date. He had to hit something. He just had to. He need to let his anger out one way or another.

His gloved hand gripped tightly on the wooden handle as he waited for the next round. Smack after smack, next was harsher than before, he did felt better. But even if the fire was out, the ashes were still burning.

As he was fixated on whacking the shit out of the moles, a particular scent invaded his nostrils. A sweet-smelling scent; something between a mix of cotton candy and butterscotch-caramel nuances.

It should be normal to smell this at a place such as a carnival; but the food stalls were all the way on the other end of the venue and this scent was too strong, too potent, to be that far away from him.

Bucky just had to stop as he relished the pleasant smell; it was truly a sweet and warm gourmand scent that ushered him in and out between nostalgic memories and pure raging lust.

That was when he heard a voice coming from his back, "You must've been really bored waiting that you started without me." She sounded amused when she let out a quiet laugh.

Even before Bucky had the chance to turn around he knew he was fucked; she just had to have the most captivating scent he had ever smell, and the most beautiful-sounded laughter he had ever heard.

What a foul torment to do to an alpha.

When Bucky turned around, he would've missed her if he wasn't paying enough attention on the lower area of his view.

And there she stood, in all her glory of ethereal beauty; small and sweet-looking in an off-shoulder sundress that does nothing but tempt Bucky to leave his mark all over her exposed skin. A simple necklace adorned with a gleaming stone that shines much like her eyes. A shy smile that may have just triggered some dark thoughts in Bucky's mind on corrupting the poor little thing.

"James, right? I'm y/n." she introduced herself but when Bucky's gaze fell on her rosy lips, all he could think was how bad he wanted to bite and suck on them just see if it'll get redder than they already were.

He was too focused entertaining on his inner beast's thoughts that he just stood there in silence, frowning intensely at the sweet little omega in front of him.

Y/N took his unresponsiveness as a sign of anger, so quickly apologised for her tardiness, "Sorry for making you wait so long. When we..i mean I. When I saw you, the nerves started kicking in." At least she tried to, despite stuttering in the between her words.

Fuck, she's such a pretty doll but above all, Bucky just wanted to protect her from the world, provide for her with anything she deserves, treat her like an absolute queen, worship every inch of her being like his own personal goddess and jesus fuck these urges came in stronger than he ever experienced.

With the lights coming from behind, Bucky's face was in the shadows and Y/N misterinterpret his spell-bound, diluted eyes to something else.

Y/N's brows creased in hesitation as she wonders if Bucky was still mad, "Uhh... oh shit" then her eyes widen in a false realization, "Is the something on my face?" She frantically searched for her phone in her bag.

And fuck does that big doe eyes of hers just casually seduce Bucky to think of how she would look when she's taking his cock in her mouth. She'd be so fucking pretty.

She knew she should've used her phone's camera to re-apply her lipstick instead of the cracked mirror at the carnival's bathroom, "The mirror here is f--"

Yes, Bucky would want to breed her so good that she would always be full with his pups.

She's undeniably... "Perfect." Bucky finally spoke after what seemingly feels like forever.

His voice was laced with a hint of territorial grunt that Y/N was not able to catch what he said, "Hmm?" She titled her head to the side, eyes pleading for him to repeat.

It took Bucky all of his mental strength to hold back his alpha urges when he repeats, "You're perfect, doll. Just absolutely perfect." A cheshire smile decorated his handsome face.

Did he meant to say she look perfect? Well, yes but no. He clearly meant she was perfect, her whole being. But Y/N took it as the prior, "Thank you." She smiled sweetly as her cheeks warmed.

Bucky definitely noticed the slight indent of her left dimple. And he wondered how would it felt against his fingers. "Adorable." He thought as his smile grew wider.

Y/N had been waiting for this moment, to finally had a chance to have this man even for a day, especially considering she had the biggest crush on this stranger that helped her a year ago.

One time she might just had met her potential mate was that one time she had to be dosed with shit tons of scent blockers. And that might just be reason why Bucky may not remember her but that's fine. She had one more chance with him tonight.

After that encounter, his scent, his voice, his presence lingered in her mind longer than she anticipated. At least until the moment Peggy showed a photo her alpha that had Bucky in it.

She grew hopeful and had been pestering her to set up somehow set up date with him.

When the time finally comes, she couldn't help but to fell into panic, "Did I introduce myself? I'm y/n" she completely forgot that she already did that.

Bucky let out the most adorable laugh before he reminded her, "You very well did, sugar." His hand move so naturally to tuck the strand of her hair behind her ear as she fell into utter embrassement.

"I'm Bucky." He finally introduced himself.

"Bucky?" Y/N outwardly questioned. She thought his name was James, as Peggy said it was.

He hummed softly as he nodded, "The name's James Bucky Barnes." He explained. "Just call me Bucky, yeah sugar?" He duck his head to peek on her redden face, "...cause I can't guarantee my behaviour around you if you keep calling me James." He quirked his eyebrow as his teasing grin spreads.

Oh, he was definitely and unashamedly insinuated something quite unholy there.

Bucky straighten on his back as he offered his arms, "Shall we, then? I would love to know more about you, sweet 'mega."

No matter how infatuated Bucky was with this lovely little omega clinging to his arm; a part of him was also on a defensive mode.

His insecurities gets the best of him when he believe that all of this was just an act, a cruel prank that fate has set up for him or maybe he was just having a ridiculous dream, knowing how pitiful his reality was.

Despite his gentle smile and longing gaze that's lingering on Y/N who was having the best time of her life as her bright eyes sparked at the vibrant and colorful firework show, deep down, he couldn't help to think that sooner or later, all of this will end like it always does.

Another heart break he needed to endure.

But, she was truly an angel. She was everything he could ever hoped for, everything that he could ever long for.

He can't belive that she would spend even a second of her time with a defected, fat, angry looking alpha such as himself.

Maybe this won't be just another heart break.

Maybe this would be the cause for him to actually break beyond repairable.

And she would be the catalyst.

"Thank you for today, Bucky. I truly enjoy my time with you." She confessed with a sincere appreciation and admiration towards him. She shyly broke their eye contact as her finger fiddled with soft fur of the teddy bear that Bucky won for her.

It reminds her of him so much that she insisted that he need to win it for her.

So he did.

His alpha couldn't help to puff with pride. "Omega's happy because of us." But his lips remain shut with a loving smile curved on it.

The dimple on her cheek appeared again and this time he didn't stop his hand from reaching out. Though they were gloved, he still let himself feeling the pleasure of grazing his fingers along her cheek, through her dimple and stopped underneath her chin.

Bucky pulled her closer as he dipped down to her level. Warmth sparked in Y/N's chest, as if the fireworks show magically transferred within her instead, "Buck--"

"Bucky?" A women's voice interupted their moment. "Bucky is that you?" She called again and her familiarity had caught both Y/N and Bucky's attention.

"Oh my god! It is you!" her ecstatic tone might have fool Y/N for a second there.

Maybe she's a close friend of Bucky, but when she saw the colors from his face drained quite drastically, she might need to hold on to that thought.

"Vivian." Bucky's tone changed into something Y/N couldn't put her finger on. Sorrow? Anger? Regret? She wasn't sure but it was not a positive response.

The claimed omega sauntered closer and peered towards Y/N with a glint of judgment in her eyes, "And I see you managed to trick another one, huh?"

That triggered a scarring spot within Bucky.

He could still remember the way she accused him of luring and tricking omega to be with him. Apparently, she couldn't stand being him during intimate time especially during his ruts.

And one particular moment when his rut was at its peak and she couldn't stop herself to turn into an unforgiving monster.

"I can't believe I fell for your charms. Then now I need to deal with this." Vivian looked away, unable to look at her boyfriend, hot and bothered, bare and in pain.

Bucky pants and groan as Vivian continued to insult him from the corner of him room, "Look at you, Bucky! You look fucking pathetic!" She yelled as she angrily pointed her hands towards him.

He turn to his side facing her, and curled his body to manage the raging pain of wanting to stick his cock into something. Vivian was to busy ranting that she couldn't see the fire in Bucky's grilling frown.

"You can't expect me to touch you now especially with your big fucking belly spilling out like that. God, you're sweating like damn dog and you fucking reek!" Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled in disgust before she continued, "And don't get me started with that wretched arm of yours."

That's it. Bucky was not having any of it anymore. He was seconds away from slamming Vivian's face to the wall as his primal alpha needs to aggress were also heighten in his rut.

"Then, get the fuck out of my house, you useless annoying bitch." Bucky growled through his pain.

Vivian was not able to catch a breath as her mouth hang open in shock. Bucky never been that harsh with her but honestly it was about time he did.

"Don't even think of coming back." He warned as she closed the doors behind her.

Unknowingly leaving Bucky's heart bruised and battered.

That was almost a year ago. Bucky gave her the benefit of a doubt as he thought maybe she would change once she find her the love life but apparently she is as vicious as ever.

The tall blonde continue to linger as she asked, "Did you know? About that arm of his?"

Y/N didn't know what she was talking about but she didn't want to entertain this woman, especially when Bucky was clearly uncomfortable with her presence.

Though her silence only lead Vivian to speculate, "Aww, you poor thing, you don't know, do you?" Her mockery was getting worst, "It's fake, honey. He lost his arm many years ago." She flicked Bucky's left arm with long bird-like nails; or claws, that seemed more accurate.

Bucky caught the way Y/N's eyes briefly glanced at his covered arms then his gloved hand. What was she thinking then? Does she think that he was defected? That he is a damaged goods?

He couldn't help to let his mind wonder to the worst case scenarios and to make the unpleasant situation even worse Vivian slightly tugged Bucky's jacket to the side.

Revealing his round and plushy belly, "And fuck did you get bigger?" She sneered as the ruthless insult continue to spill.

"Shut up." Y/N's broken silence caught them off guard.

Vivian scoffed, "What?"

Y/N piercing gaze landed on Vivian's hand still tugging Bucky's jacket. She harshly grabbed her on the wrist, didn't care whether if her nails would dug into the woman's skin.

"I said..." The air felt heavier, only for Y/N to shove more force to it when her voice dropped a few octaves down, "Shut the fuck up before I tear your throat apart."

How dare she insult her alpha, especially when Y/N was right there with him.

"Are sure you want to do that?" Vivian's alpha suddenly stepped in. Even though he clearly was not interested in the matter a few seconds ago.

Y/N took a step forward, "Try me." She dared him.

"I might as well fuck your balls up while I'm at that, huh? Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about subduing your insolent omega."

Oh, she meant what she said; its especially clear when the growling started to peak a presence through her voice.

The taller was bright red, with embrassment and anger, "You're talking to an alpha. Know your place 'mega!" He forced his alpha command on her.

She fought back as much as she could but of course she was forced to submit. When the alpha tried to reach for her, that's when Bucky blocked his way.

Bucky's demeanour completely changed into something different. His meek presence vanished and now turned into a pure and primal rage. Good thing was he contained it quite well so he won't cause a scene but his gaze degrades the one before him.

Though the alpha was slightly taller but Bucky was certainly bigger and being a veteran, of course he'd be stronger. One wrong move, he might get a chance to meet the grim reaper sooner than he'd expect.

It felt as if Bucky was towering over the alpha, as he challenged him to come a step further, "Touch her and you're dead." Bucky let out a deep, murderous growl as he threatened.

The alpha was about to protest but was forced into a frozen state as he look into Bucky's sapphire eyes; there was something ominous about it, something dark and dangerous.

Being overwhelmed by Bucky's strong scent of rage, Vivian quickly pulled her alpha away, "Let's just go... They're not worth it." She coaxed, and the alpha agreed.

Before they leave, she managed to slip a last comment, as she wishes luck to Bucky, "Goodluck keeping this one." She thought she was being sleek when she whispered so quietly but Y/N heard that just fine.

When Y/N snapped out of the alpha command, she grunted, "I'm gonna kill her." What a menancing look in those coffee-stained eyes of hers.

Bucky only softened to her threatening aggressions, "No, you're not " he rubbed his hand to the sides of her arms, trying to calm her down.

Which failed miserably when she replied, "Watch me." She spun around, eyes searching in the crowd, trying to spot a glimpse of the rude couple.

"Hey hey, omega." Bucky quickly catch her before she could walk further, pulling her back to his chest, both of his arms securing her waist, "Calm down. Shhh shhh." Bucky let out a calming rumble from within his chest, coaxing her softly,  "Killing is not necessary, sugar."

Despite her tensed body were starting to relax, her mind certainly wasn't, "And why the hell not?" Her small hands gripped onto the fabric of Bucky's jacket on his arms.

"No one deserved to be treated like that." She whispered softly as Bucky continued to kiss the top of her head, mumbling quiet 'I know, doll. I know' 

"You don't deserve to be treated like that, Bucky." Her voice shivered despite her efforts to conceal them.

Bucky loosen his grip and turned her to face him. His loving gaze took in every single one of Y/N's sweet features; from her teary eyes to her redden nose and pouty lips.

He wanted to kiss each of them, in hopes of making her feel better. But he doesn't want to take any chances as he had already made a bold move to hug her from behind and kiss her head prior.

Bucky looked down at his dark midnight glove, and Y/N took his lead. Before she could say anything, Bucky started pulling each one off. Revealing his calloused right hand and a shiny black and gold prosthetic on the other.

He can't see her reaction to his vibranium arm, but he imagined the worst. He took in a shaky breath before he spoke, "Alpha is supposed to be perfect. They supposed to be capable. So that they can provide and protect their omega."

He paused as Y/N wrapped took both of his hand in hers but then continued regardless, "And I am far from being perfect or ideal. I lost a limb and gained pounds in return. I can't hide that fact."

"But I swear to god y/n, I never intent on tricking you or using you, in any way." In the end, Vivian's gaslighting effect of Bucky was still stronger as ever.

Why couldn't he see that there was nothing less about him.

"It's pretty." Y/N titled his left hand back and forth, watching the glow on the gold lines reflect the lights of the carnival; each move create random sparkling dots on its smooth surface, it looks like stars.

Bucky didn't understand at first until she looked up at him, with eyes gleaming with mixture of intrigued and infatuation, "It's so pretty, and Bucky..." She reached her hand to his face, gently rubbing her thumb on his stubble jaw, "You're beautiful. All of you." She confessed.

She carefully pulled her hand away from his cheek, and grabbed his left hand with both of hers, allowing it draw near to her lips before she placed a loving kiss on it, "This arm," Then her hands caressed the softness of his tummy, "this body," before they stopped at his chest where his beating heart resides, "this heart. Every single part of you is beyond beauty itself."

Bucky frowned as he find it hard to believe and Y/N knew that, "I mean it, Bucky."

A short chuckle left her lips as a thought run through her mind, "God, you'd be running scared, if you know half of the things I would love to do to you."

Bucky bit back a smile as he let his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Y/N continued as she held onto his hands, "But, above all Bucky, you are the sweetest man I've met." There was nothing more sincere than her words, "Yeah I know we just met and what not, but if I can see that just in one night, imagine if I get to know more of you tomorrow or the next day and next week?"

Her grip on him grew stronger as she reminded him, "Don't let an impudent omega or anyone even, convice you otherwise."

"Because Bucky, you are as lovable as a person can be." She placed his palm on either side of her cheeks, purring as the sensation on skin felt so right, "And I am absolutely honoured and proud to be standing here with an alpha like you." She smiled like she was the happiest omega on earth.

And Bucky could not control the overwhelming joy within his thundering chest as it bursts with endless fluttering butterflies. He had never felt such comfort, such reassurance in his life, especially after returning home from the army.

Flickers igniting as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips touched, tentively for the first time. The smell of her cotton candy and caramel, so sweet and so soft, it was almost dizzying, but he was more than thrilled to let it consume him. 

Y/N briefly parted her lips to let him in and leaned into the kiss, wanting more of the delicious sensation of his lips, his tongue on hers. Bucky wanted nothing more than devour her, memorizing of every single moan that fell into his mouth.

It felt so right; it was exactly was his soul had been yearning for and more.

Breaking the kiss was the reminder to both of them they need air to breath, and Bucky rested his forehead on hers as he took in everything that just happened.

While Y/N found herself completely drunk to the feeling of love within her body and soul, she whispered dearly as she scatters most tender kisses all over Bucky's face, "You're so pretty. So perfect. So... mine."

And that caught Bucky in another spiral of confusion; she could see it in face especially with his sapphire eyes being as wide as they were.

She giggled amusingly before she proposed, "Will you be mine, James Bucky Barnes?"

God, he was supposed to be the alpha here. But what can he say, his omega is quite a special one.

He breathed a relief sigh, "Yes." Leaned in for a quick taste of her lips before asking his a question of his own, "And you're mine?"

Her nose crunched as she booped its tip on his, "Always." She replied. Bucky could feel her smile against his lips and so does she.

Unbeknownst to the happy couple, a few feet away from them was Peggy who was busy clicking her camera away, trying to get the best shot she could out of the couple while Steve was trying hard to hold back his proud sniffles as he stood guard near his omega.

End.

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You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

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Make Xiao Xingchen blind in your modern AUs god dammit. Do it. Do it you fucking COWARDS

#i KNOW he’s blind because he literally gave Song Lan his fucking eyes I don’t CARE #just like. i hate it when people ignore canon disabilities #I’m still bitter from all the modern AU Bucky Barnes fic where he’s not an amputee I guess