First 'date'
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N Sorry for not being active I've just been spending time with friends and family but I'm back now! Also, this is going to be a series but idk how often I will update it.
THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.
Summary You and Bucky go on a first 'date'
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Warnings Fluff
You couldn't remember the last time you felt so nervous. You were getting ready for a date with James (or Bucky as he tells you to call him.) You met him on a dating app and were texting for two weeks before you decided to go on this date.
As well as feeling nervous, you also felt excited to meet Bucky. He seemed so sweet over text and judging by his profile picture, he was the hottest guy you had ever seen.
You could only hope he was like this in real life.
“Can I come in now?” your friend, Ella, shouted from the other side of your bedroom door.
“Yeah,” you shouted back.
Your so-called ‘date’ was more of a meeting at a coffee shop so you were wearing a slightly oversized shirt, your favourite jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. You had minimal makeup on and your hair was styled in a way that made you feel confident.
You and Bucky are anxious people and agreed that a coffee shop would be a much more calming environment when meeting each other for the first time.
“Do I look ok?” you asked Ella.
“You look amazing y/n!”
“Really?” you questioned.
“You're going to a coffee shop, not a Michelin-star restaurant,” Ella told you.
“Ok,” you took a deep breath, “I’m ready.”
You grabbed your bag off your bed and made sure you had everything you needed.
“I'll see you later,” you told Ella.
“I'll see you later if you don't end up getting laid.”
You rolled your eyes and left the apartment you shared with Ella.
The coffee shop was a five-minute walk away so you weren't in a hurry to get there.
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Once you got there you scanned the shop and your eyes landed on the man sitting at the table in the corner. You could only see the back of his head but he was dressed in all black and that's what Bucky told you he wore.
You cautiously approached him so as not to scare him.
“A-are you Bucky?” you asked.
The man turned around and smiled at you, “I am.” he replied.
“Thank God, if you said no I was gonna be so embarrassed,” you walked over to the chair across from him and sat down.
“How are you today?” he asked, cringing at the question.
“I was a little nervous earlier but I feel better since you seem to be in a similar state,” you responded with a chuckle.
“Is it that obvious?” he asked, rubbing the back of his head.
“Just a little bit, but you don’t have to feel bad about it,” you assured him.
You looked at the table where his hands were resting. You noticed the black gloves but didn’t say anything, you knew who he was but weren’t sure if he knew that and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You didn’t see him as a bad person or a villain. You did your research on him a while back and you could’ve never blamed him for his actions, he didn’t have control of himself at the time.
He seemed so genuine and kind, nothing like the monster the government made him out to be. You started to speak about how your week had been so far and you thought it was funny how Bucky spoke about his friend Sam who he seemed to love and hate at the same time.
“Do you want to order now?” he asked you.
You just nodded in response.
“If you want I can order for us,” Bucky offered.
You told him your order and thanked him for ordering for you. He got up from his seat and walked over to the counter to order. He told the barista the drinks he wanted and paid. As he was waiting for the drinks he looked over to you and smiled.
You returned his smile and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You tried to calm your nerves by looking at your lap.
A few minutes later, Bucky returned with the drinks and sat back down.
“Thanks,” you told him, “you didn’t have to buy my drink for me.”
“It’s the least I could do doll,” he told you with a smile.
You both continued to get to know eachother even more until the barista came over to tell you that closing time was in 5 minutes.
“So I guess that’s the end of our date,” Bucky chuckled, “ I hope I wasn’t too boring.”
“Hey, don’t put your self down, I had a good time,” you gave him a small smile.
You said your goodbyes and went your separate ways.
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As you walked through the door of your apartment, you were bombarded by Ella.
“So how did it go with Bucky?” he wiggled her eyebrows at you.
“It was really good, I hope we can go on another date, maybe to a restaurant next time,” you told her with a smile on your face.
Ella squealed and pulled you further into your apartment.
You were about to go into the livingroom when you heard the notification sound on your phone go off.
“Who is it?” Ella inquired.
“It’s Bucky,” you replied, clicking on the notification, “He wants to go on another date!” you almost shouted with excitement.
“Fuck yeah, my bestie is finally gonna get that D.”
“Calm down, you’re more excited about me having sex with Bucky then I am,” you laughed.
The rest of the night was spen watching movies whilst eating snacks and telling Ella everything about your ‘date’ with Bucky.
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The Blind Prophet - A cleric who is blind as a result of their deity
This cleric may have given their vision, in return for powers from their deity, either knowing that would be the cost or not. Maybe they asked for something specific and this was the trade-off Or perhaps it was taken from them as a punishment for something they did against their god.
This might have strengthened their bond with their god - perhaps they can even see them directly now. Or it might have caused a rift through resentment.
Regardless, navigating the world without vision is something they now deal with. How challenging this is for them will depend on both how much their life relied on their vision and how able they are to adapt.
Have they set their sights on acquiring blindsight? Do they have a service animal? Are they reliant on the people around them for assistance? Or are they more self sufficient?
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Can't sleep
Bucky Barnes x reader
A/N this is day one of my 100 followers celebration series. If you have sent an ask I am working on it. I'm sorry this one is short and so late but I didn't know I would have so much to do today. Also, all mistakes are my own so if you see any feel free to comment them and comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated.
THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR
Summary you can't sleep (I wrote this based on my own issues with sleep and I hope it comforts anyone with the same struggles)
DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.
Warnings fluff, slight angst (kinda)
You don’t know how long it's been since you first got into bed, but at the moment it feels like forever. You have been tossing and turning, unable to get comfy. You look over to Bucky who is fast asleep.
He looks so peaceful.
You huff before getting out of bed in hopes of tiring yourself out. You trudge into the living room where you grab your laptop and the blanket that has been left there from your movie night with Bucky.
You sit on the couch and put the blanket on your lap. Then, you open your laptop and begin to get on with some work that you need to do.
After a while, you look at the time in the corner of your laptop and sigh. Its 4:01 am which means you’re not going to get to sleep any time soon.
Then, you are startled when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. You look up to see Bucky, his eyes barely open and his hair a perfect mess.
“Why aren’t you in bed doll?” he asks.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you reply.
“You should’ve woken me up. I would have come in here with you so you aren’t alone,” Bucky said, walking around the couch to lift you and put you on his lap.
He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you flush against his chest, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.
“I didn’t wake you because you looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep if you’re not having a nightmare,” you look down at your hands as you pick the skin around your nails.
“Doll, I've told you a million times now, I don’t care if you wake me up, even if it's for something small, but I especially want you to wake me up if you can’t sleep. You know I can’t sleep properly if you’re not in bed with me anyways,” he kisses your cheek.
“Sorry,” you turn just enough so you can kiss Bucky on the lips.
“No need to be sorry doll, I just don’t like the idea of you being awake alone if I can help it,” Bucky responds and kisses the back of your neck.
You both stay in a comfortable silence until it is broken by the alarm on your phone going off. You reach over and grab your phone to turn the alarm off.
“I guess it's time to start the day,” you say to Bucky, getting up off his lap and going into the kitchen to make s drink for the both of you.
A few minutes later, you feel two arms make their way around your waist.
“I love you so much doll,”
“I love you too baby,”
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An amputee artificer.
A craftsperson artificer who lost a limb in some sort of accident. Though the magic system they live under could have regrown a limb for them, that's not want they want.
Perhaps the process is horrifyingly painful, or the regrown limb isn't as functional as the original. It could be about religion or that they simply would prefer an artificial limb for their craft.
Regardless, they can't find anyone who would give them the artificial limb they want, so they've decided to make their own, and gone down the artificer path.
They would start the campaign with either no prosthetic or a very basic one, and their narrative throughout the campaign would be a quest to develop their skills enough to create a highly functional prothetic limb.
Perhaps they even get to the point that they start making limbs for others.
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