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yourmidnightlover · 2 months

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the sun

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?

warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!

you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.

tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.

6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.

half of the world, gone in a moment.

in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...

sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.

this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.

"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.

"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.

she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.

a positive pregnancy test.

you were having bucky's baby.

without bucky.

you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.

they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.

god, it hadn't even been two months.

how were you supposed to do this alone?

"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.

eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.

"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."

you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.

"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."

"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"

"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"

you knew you were around eight weeks along.

according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.

bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.

banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).

you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.

within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.

in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.

you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.

as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.

he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.

"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."

steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.

you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.

she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.

just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.

you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.

he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.

he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.

he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.

truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.

in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.

oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.

and within the week, you were having your baby.

steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.

"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"

"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.

"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...

"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."

the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.

crawling, first words, first steps...

you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.

but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.

you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.

how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.

not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.

you never took off his dog tags, either.

steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!

you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.

banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.

then, you got a call from tony and banner.

it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.

of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.

the only thing is that nat never came back...

next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.

is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?

then, you felt a buzz in your hand.

although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.

shocker.

after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...

but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.

he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.

when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.

"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."

"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."

you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."

his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.

within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.

"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.

you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.

upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.

"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.

his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.

meeting you. falling in love. dying?

his son.

he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.

"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.

"i love you so much, both of you."

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Bucky & baby shampoo

Imagine taking care of Beefy Bucky. He’s such a soft, sweet, thicccc baby. He doesn’t trust a lot of people but trusts you with his entire being. He’s still on the run from the government but he has you and Steve secretly checking on him every so often. Whenever you have a bit of extra time, you love to take care of him, letting him feel safe, giving him some soft loving for once in his life. At first he was apprehensive but he’s slowly allowing more physical touch.

He’s sitting in a bath of warm water, plenty of bubbles to cover his modesty, fidgeting with his thumbs, waiting for you. You’re always so gentle and he feels ready to let you wash his hair. You notice he’s more nervous than usual, eyes not meeting yours.

“Are you okay Bub” you coo, sitting on the edge of the small tub, “we don’t have to do this Jamie, it’s okay”

“No! No I want to, it’s just-” he’s nervous again, worried you’d find it weird, what kind of grown man was he. You let him take his time as he squeezed his eyes closed. “Can-can you use this?”

He points to a tiny bottle of baby shampoo sitting on the corner, the only place he could hide it given there was a lack of shelves and cupboards. He hated the way regular shampoo would get into his eyes, making them sting and water, leaving him disoriented.

“Please?”

“Of course baby” you coo, grabbing the little bottle and squirting some into your palm, lathering it before carding it through his hair, massaging his scalp. You’re careful not to get anything in his eyes, rinsing his hair with a bowl of water afterwards. You leave the bathroom to let him rinse off and cover up with a towel, grabbing him a fresh set of clothes.

“Thank you” he whispers once your cuddled up together under a small blanket, his body heat keeping you extra warm. It’s not often he gets to spend the night with you and it’s something he finds himself craving more and more often. He smells so sweet, the soft scent of his shampoo making you smile as he curls up on your chest with his arms hugging you extra tight.

He fully intends on asking you out on a proper date once he’s ready and he hopes you’ll say yes.

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lives-in-midgard · 4 months

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Stay With Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve is there for reader after a mission.

Word Count: 830

A/N: Hey everyone! I had this idea when I saw the prompt: "Please, stay with me." of the Fluffcember from @buckys-wintersoldier But because it wasn't Christmas themed and then I also didn't have time I decided to not post it for the Fluffcember. So, here it is I hope you enjoy it!

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Returning to the compound after a mission was not always easy. Sometimes it was, but not today. A lot of bad things happened on this mission, and you didn’t know how to deal with it right now. The whole flight you just looked at the ground, trying not to look at the others, but you could feel them all looking at you. Especially Steve, who sat across from you.

When the Quinjet landed on the compound, you were the first one who made their way out of it, not looking at any of the other Avengers. You could hear Steve calling your name but you didn't care, you just wanted to go home. Home to the comfort of your apartment.

When you got to your car, you turned on your favorite playlist as loud as you could and drove off.

The first thing you did when you got home was to take a shower and change into comfortable clothes. You quickly looked at your phone and saw that you had received a message from Steve.

"Hey y/n, are you okay?"

You didn't answer and put your phone away. Then you sat on the couch with a blanket over your shoulder and started thinking about the mission. How you almost caught the HYDRA agent until he suddenly escaped. How many people had to die. And then you started thinking about the moment you could have died until Steve came and saved you.

You sat there for a while until you heard a knock on the door. You weren't really in the mood to see anyone at that moment, but the person didn’t stop knocking.

After the tenth knock, or at least that’s what it felt like, you got up and went to the door. When you opened it, you saw a very worried Steve standing there.

"Hey." You said quietly.

"Hey." Steve said, looking over your body to see if he could see any injuries.

"I came here to check on you. You drove to your apartment so quickly after you got back to the compound." He said softly.

"Yeah, umm sorry. I just had to get away from there." You mumbled.

"You know what happened on the mission wasn't your fault, right?" Steve said, referring to the things that happened there.

"I don't know." You mumbled and looked at the ground.

"No, hey, it definitely wasn't your fault. You did your best; we all did our best." He said, took your hand and you looked back at him.

"Deep down I know this, but right now it feels like it’s all my fault."

"I know this feeling all too well. He paused a moment and then said.

"If you’d rather be alone now, I can go."

"No, please stay with me." You confessed and Steve gave you a comforting smile.

"Of course." He said and you opened the door more so he could walk in.

You both sat on the couch very close to each other so that your knee touched his. You sat in silence for a while until Steve said something.

"Actually I also wanted to check on you because I wanted to see if you have any injuries." You looked up at Steve who had another worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, I just have a few small scratches and a few bruises, but nothing serious."

"Are you sure?" Steve asked and you nodded.

"What about you?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me, sweetheart." You blushed at the petname he gave but tried to smile at him.

"How about we watch a movie and order some take out?" Steve suggested, placing a strand of hair behind your ear, making you a little nervous.

"That's a good idea." You smiled at each other. Steve suggested ordering the pizza while you searched for a movie. You found one that you remembered Steve wanted to watch and decided to pick that one.

You ate the pizza and watched the movie. After the movie ended, you decided to watch another one. You had a great time together and were really grateful that Steve came over. The movie had just ended when you decided to say something.

"Thank you, Steve. Not only for coming over but also for saving me on this mission." A small tear fell from your eye and Steve's gaze softened. He wiped the tear away and wrapped his arms around you. Then Steve pulled you into a tight hug.

"Of course, I saved you and came here. You mean so much to me." You sniffed a few times while Steve rubbed your back and hugged you for as long as you needed him.

After a while you broke the hug but stayed close to him. You placed your head on his shoulder, and he held you close to him. Steve insisted that he wants to stay the night to make sure you were okay and because he didn't want you to be alone.

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widowmaxff · 4 days

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In overwhelmed, it mentions that Y/N used to be in a dark hole and how Wanda is afraid she’d go back to it. Can you write about it? Like what happened?

hope ur ok

pairings: mom!wanda × daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: depressed reader, cryingg, bad thoughts, and sad sad things

a/n: okay how did you pay so much attention to what i wrote in overwhelmed bc i didnt even remember writing that 😭 BUT THANK YOU for the request i literally just ramble what was in my head but hope you like it love!

HOW YOU CAN HELP PALESTINE!

You don't know when it started, much less why it started. Maybe a few days ago, a month ago, maybe a year ago the signs that something was wrong started to appear. It was almost as if these feelings were always there, just hidden by a layer that was slowly removed and made everything more difficult. It seemed like there were days when you could easily deal with it, maybe ignoring it or just hiding it very well, you didn't know. But there were days that were more difficult. It was more difficult to get out of bed, your appetite was barely there, you didn't want to leave your room, just stay in darkness and total silence. Even though this silence made your head spin, it was better than anyone talking and making you even more depressed.

If someone asked the people closest to you if you were sensitive, you were sure that more than half of them would say no. They would talk about how you had a frozen heart, that you didn't cry when you watched a sad movie, that you didn't fall in love with the character when watching or reading a novel, that you didn't care when someone was fighting with you. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. You felt hard feelings most of the time, including when watching sad films. Maybe you just don't like showing the sadness and emptiness you feel. It makes you feel weak, worthless, and selfish, especially selfish. You shouldn't feel this way, not when you had the perfect life: a loving mother, food on the table, new clothes, and expensive sneakers. Then why?

You didn't really care that you felt depressed, you knew that eventually it would pass, just like every other time - even if that feeling came back some time later, even worse. It wasn't like anyone noticed and said anything to you, even though you were sure most of the adults around you blamed it on teenage hormones when they saw you sulking or just isolating yourself in your room all day. Maybe a few questions like 'are you okay?', even though they knew you would respond with something positive even if everything was falling apart. But there was always someone. Someone who knew that it wasn't just teenage hormones but something that was slowly consuming you. Wanda, your mother, was that someone, and she certainly didn't let those details slip.

The first time you actually showed that you were in a depressing state was on a random Thursday at six-thirty in the morning. Wanda didn't mind much in the first moments when you refused to get out of bed, it was normal for any teenager to not be able to stand school. But when you finally decided to show up for the morning in the Compound's kitchen, she was surprised. You had big black bags under your eyes that were tired and red, looking like you hadn't slept well that night and maybe you had been crying most of it. Wanda didn't take long to ask if something had happened and if you were okay, only receiving a murmur of something like ‘'m fine' before turning back to look at the emptiness of space. Tony who was nearby joked “Maybe the red eyes are because of something she used. Don't tell me you snuck out to a party, Mini Maximoff?”, you'd laugh on any other day, even replying something like 'Yes, I did some hard drugs at a party. How do you know?', but that wasn't the case. Stark laughed to himself after saying that sentence but soon the sound of his voice disappeared when he realized that you hadn't heard him and, apparently, nothing around you.

The second time was right after a mission Wanda had done. It was only three days away from you and everything seemed different when she came back. The first thing she noticed was that you didn't run into her arms when she stepped inside the Compound, much less respond to the messages she sent you a few hours earlier. Obviously like a worried mother she went after you, not taking long to find you in your room with all the lights off, two blankets around your body and how it looked like the things in your room had been in the same place since your mother left for the mission. She turned on the light in your room, hearing a soft growl leave your lips. You were awake and conscious, so it didn't make sense for you to want to be lying down and almost sinking into your mattress at four o'clock in the afternoon. She remembered when you were little and couldn't sleep if at least one light wasn't on, now it was ironic to think that you just lived in the darkness and emptiness of your room without fear that some monster would catch you, because no monster could hurt you like depression was.

Wanda couldn't count how many more episodes like those happened and lasted for several days. She was worried, very worried. She was afraid that you would end up doing something that would hurt you, end everything. It was obvious that your mother tried to ask you what was wrong, how she could help you, but you always said that you just woke up on the wrong foot that morning and that everything was fine. Of course, how were you going to tell her what was happening if you didn't even know. There was no reason for you to feel down like that and not even the absurd desire to just want to close your eyes and not open them again. And every day that passed, this dark hole you were in would get deeper and deeper. You knew you needed to ask for help before it was too late.

It was no longer strange when once again that week you had no will to live. You look at the clock next to your bed and realize that your mother would be coming to your room to call you for another day in two minutes and a few seconds. Just the thought of 'one more day' made you want to throw up the food you didn't even eat the day before, as that empty feeling made your hunger go away. But as much as vomiting, you wanted to cry, cry until you couldn't take it anymore. And it was no surprise when the tears started to fall and you couldn't stop. Even though you are not a loud person, trying to keep yourself in your own bubble, the sobs wanted to get out of your throat anyway.

“Darling?” Wanda didn't mind knocking on your bedroom door in the morning, since you would be sleeping, well, not at that moment. When she heard the choking sounds you were making to keep from crying, she didn't take long to run towards your body on the bed and get under your covers, pressing you against her chest giving the perfect comfort to let you know that you weren't alone. “Oh, my love.” Wanda has seen you cry, many, many times, but it was so different to see you cry as if you were drowning in a sea and needed help from someone, anyone. “It's okay, Mama is here.” With each passing minute it seemed like the tears were getting even bigger than before, but you tried to focus on Wanda's heartbeat as you placed your hand on her chest, making you feel calmer despite all the panic.

The lullaby that starts to leave her lips and go straight to your ear makes you start paying attention to the soft melody and not your terrible thoughts. The language Wanda sang in, Sokovian, was not understood by you, but you still remembered when she sang you to sleep on the days you had nightmares. It was as if Wanda was using her magic to calm you down, even though you knew she would never use her powers on you without your permission, but her voice was so sweet that it was more powerful than any of her red magic. Your breathing becomes soft and your movements slow, as if you were choosing the right words to get rid of that moment, but with your mother there it was almost impossible to lie.

“I wanna get help,” You murmur for just her to hear, despite there being no one else in the room with you two. “b-but I don’t even know why I’m like this.” Your crying had stopped, but you still choked to say a few words. Admitting those words out loud seemed like a challenge for you, and when you said them, a weight seemed to lift off your back despite not having yet deciphered all your feelings. And Wanda knew that. She knew how hard you were to avoid looking like a weak person even if you weren't, even if asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness but rather of improvement.

Your mother kisses your head, taking a few seconds before cupping your face and looking at it. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You didn't see pity or lies in the expression on her face. You didn't see disappointment and much less as if you were a problem for her. “I'm glad you want to ask for help, and I'm here for it, yeah?” You felt a little guilty when you saw a tear come out of your mother's eyes, but she was still smiling. The same smile you saw when you woke up, or when you told her some good news, or even when you told her a joke. Wanda never wanted you to feel anything negative about her. She never took out any frustration on you, never made you feel bad when you got a bad grade at school, or when you accidentally knocked a glass on the floor. “I will help you with whatever you need, my love. It will be slow, but I promise that the tightness in your chest will pass, okay?”

“I trust you.” She nods before pulling you into a hug that she knew you needed more than anything at that moment. The process would take a long time until you felt well again, you both knew that, but it was never too late. It's never too late to ask for help, because it's normal to need someone to pull you out of the dark hole sometimes, it's normal to not feel good all the time. Having feelings is normal, even if sometimes they are too deep, or too shallow. You just needed to realize that you were never alone, that people around care about you and will always want the best for you.

“I love you so much. Always remember that.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

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whorefordean · 11 months

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Ooo prompt 13 on hurt comfort for winter solider bucky/reader. Pls pls I'd die

always safe

bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none i think

wc: 760

prompt: “i won’t let anybody hurt you ever again.”

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Your eyes remained closed as you stretched out to reach for Bucky. You whined when your hand never met his warm body. You peaked an eye open, desperately searching for your boyfriend. You frowned as your eyes adjusted to the dark room. Bucky’s side of the bed was empty.

You slowly sat up, dropping your feet onto the floor. You hissed at the cold hardwood floor against your bare feet. You stumbled through the dark room, making your way through your apartment.

You sighed when you entered the living room. There on the cold floor, laid your sweet Bucky. You could see his stoic expression held tight even as he slept. You watched as his body writhed against the floor, beads of sweat running down his face.

“Oh, Buck,” you whispered softly, sadness washing over you as you watched your love suffer. You crept towards Bucky, careful not to alarm him. When you reached him, you crouched down to gently rub his hair.

“Sweetheart,” you called out to him. Bucky’s body relaxed for a moment before tensing up again. He slowly pried his eyes open, heaving in deep breaths. Bucky tried to control his panic, but it was no use. He had woken up completely disoriented, unaware of where he was or how he ended up here.

“You’re okay, Bucky. You’re safe,” You cooed softly. You continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Once he’s better aware of his surroundings, you caress his face.

“Are you with me, Buck?” You whispered to him softly. Bucky inhaled a sharp breath. His eyes searched yours for comfort. He found it rather quickly and placed his hand on top of yours resting on his face. He leaned into your touch and let out a shaky breath.

You moved to sit beside Bucky, but he quickly pulled you on top of him. You were straddling his waist now. His eyes were closed, and his free hand moved to rest on your hips. It was a welcomed grasp, his hands sending a warmth through you. His eyes were closed now as he allowed himself to fully relax into you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the soft thump of your heart.

After a few minutes, Bucky finally responded.

“I’m with you,” he replied faintly, squeezing your hips slightly to ground himself.

“Where did you go?” You asked him, referring to the obvious nightmare he just suffered through.

“Hydra. Again,” he replied sadly. You could barely make out the small tears forming in his eyes. You wiped away the only one that fell.

“You’re here, love. They’ll never have you again,” You replied calmly. It angered you how much pain Bucky seemed to always be in. Even years after the fact, Hydra still had its claws buried too deep into your sweet Bucky.

“What if he’s still here?” Bucky whispered into your chest. Your chest burned at his question. The Winter Soldier, in Bucky’s mind, was always lurking. He was always waiting for the perfect moment to strike, leaving Bucky on edge, waiting for him to ruin his life all over again.

“Sweetheart, he’s gone. I won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. Not the Winter Soldier and not Hydra. You’re safe now, Bucky. Always.” You promised. You’d do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if it meant protecting him from his own mind.

Bucky nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, inhaling your scent. He’d never tell you, in fear of looking like a creep, but he loved the way you smelled. You smelled like home. You’d always be that for him. His home. His comfort. His peace.

Bucky slowly stood up, taking you with him. He carried you back into your bedroom, leaving his thin blanket on the living room floor. He placed you softly onto the bed, placing a small kiss onto your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your mouth. He gave you a few short pecks, then held his lips to your. You kissed him back slowly.

“I love you, Doll,” Bucky whispered, placing a final kiss to your lips before laying down beside you.

“I’m always gonna love you, Buck,” You whispered back, pushing your body closer to his. His hands were laced into your hair, gently twisting and tugging on the soft strands.You wrapped your arm around his waist. Bucky quickly fell asleep, his breathing finally steady. Your head rested softly against his chest. The rise and fall lulled you into sweet dreams of you and Bucky. Always safe. Always together.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes concept #bucky barnes #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #avengers #bucky fic

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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.

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Hurt / Comfort

masterlist | req masterlist

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake

“I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Lavender by @wkemeup

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wakes up as the man you know.

A New Start by @wkemeup

Woken from a nightmare plagued with memories from his time in Hydra, Bucky finds himself standing at a mirror at 3am holding a pair of scissors, determined to cut away the strongest connection he has left to that time. His hair.

Going Backwards by @wkemeup

Bucky struggles to let go of his past and you’re there to help ease him back to the light

Scared of Loosing You by @moonvis

Bucky has a nightmare about loosing you. So, when he wakes up to see your bedside epmty, the nightmare feels all to real.

Trust by @softlyspector

She panics the day she finds him in the bathroom with scissors in his hands and freshly cut hair in a soft pile on the floor, innocently sandwiched between his bare feet.

never by @irndad

Bucky has a nightmare that you find a file of everything he’s done (you already know everything in the waking world) and tell him to get out, and that he’s a monster. when he wakes, she informs him otherwise.

solace by @buckysfaveplum

Bucky’s been avoiding the idea of you spending the night, until he no longer can. After you witness one of his nightmares, he prepares for you to end it.

All of You by @itsapeterthing

in which bucky confesses that he’s afraid to sleep next to you because he believes his arm is a weapon and he fears hurting you

Mended Fragments by @foreverindreamlandd

After a night filled with nightmares about his past, Bucky is drowning in pain and shame. His friend Steve Rogers finds him sitting on the floor in a comatose state, and texts you to ask for you to come over and help Bucky fight the demons that are haunting him.

Cutting Bucky’s Hair by @mellowpiepizzalamp

Bucky’s hair didn’t sit good with him anymore.

Still Having Nightmares by @spilledkauffie

The desperate “no’s” and the heavy breathing. Rolling over in bed, you placed your hand where he often began the night, right next to you.

Scrub-a-dub by @subwaysurf45

Bucky asks you to cut and wash his hair.

boys don’t cry by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky keeps all his emotions buried deep within because that’s what he believes he’s supposed to do. One night after he’s attacked, he goes to you searching for some sense of comfort. After a loving conversation, Bucky learns to let it all out.

3:15 by @delicatelyherdreams

After hearing Bucky’s screams, you know you can’t just leave him alone.

Burning the Midnight Oil by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky says he’s okay. He tells you that he just can’t fall asleep, but his continuous absence from your bedroom spells trouble.

midnight haircuts by @lovelybarnes

reader cuts bucky’s hair

better man by @rocketrhap3000

Bucky wants to take a big step in his personal growth and change up his hairstyle, and you promise him you’ll love him no matter what.

Give Me A Sign by @lostgirlmuseum

Bucky asks the universe for a reason to live. The universe delivers you.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes hurt and comfort #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #bucky barnes whump #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x agent!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #boyfriend!bucky #winter soldier!bucky x reader #winter soldier!bucky

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creative-caramel-coffee · 9 months

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Hi! How your having a good day/night/evening Can I request a wanda x nat x r where they take care of r because r tummy hurts? Thank you!!❤️

Tummy Troubles

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 621

Summary: R gets a stomach ache and needs her girls to feel better.

TW: stomach ache, cramps, pain medicine,

A/n im good thanks :) hope your day is going well too. sorry it’s a bit short, but I hope I got what you wanted correct.

Curled up on your bed, your stomach was killing you. Cramps were no fun. Pulling yourself from your misery you punched in Wanda’s number into your phone and listened to the line trill and ring.

Wanda and Nat had just gone out to the shops to get some grocery’s as it was Wanda’s turn to make dinner and she had promised to teach nat to cook. They were on their way home when they got a call.

“Wands.” You whispered into the phone doing your best to suppress a whimper.

“Baby whats wrong?” Nat’s voice asked.

“I don’t feel too good.” You said quietly.

“Thank you for telling us my love, we are on our way home now. What hurts sweetheart?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Stomach ache.” You whispered fighting tears.

“Oh baby, Wanda and I will be there soon and we’ll give you all the cuddles you need.” Nat cooed.

“Ok.” You said sounding miserable.

“My sweet, do you think you’ll be ok until we get home or do you want me to see if Bruce can get you something?” Nat asked.

“Jus want you.” You sobbed.

“We know baby, we’re almost there.” Wanda said pushing on the accelerator more.

It felt like hour but it wouldn’t have even been fifteen minutes when you found your door opening to reveal Nat. She quietly walked over to the bed to find you dozing but not asleep. She sat on the bed next to you and began running her hands through your messy bed head.

“Oh love, come here.” She said pulling you onto her lap as she swung her legs onto the bed and rested against the headboard.

“Where’s wands?” You whined quietly.

“She’s just putting away the cold foods. She said she could leave the rest for later but she doesn’t want the milk to spoil and she’s gone to get some things for you from her old room.” Nat cooed.

Despite the three of you living in the same room for almost half a year, Wanda’s room continued to act as a second space for storage and relaxing or if needed, quiet time away from each other.

You had begun to drift off again when the light from the opening door cast onto the bed and you burrowed your face in Nat’s stomach.

“Shh shh baby its wands” nat cooed rubbing circles on your back as you whined.

“I brought you some things.” Wanda said softly, coming to sit by Nat’s side on the bed.

She produced a hot water bottled and slipped it into your curled up form. Chuckling softly as you moaned slightly at the instant relief.

“I also brought you a water, if you sit up, i can give you some with some pain medicine.” She said guiding you into a sitting ball with your knees at your chest. Refusing to move your arms from their position wrapped around your legs, Wanda pressed the water to your lips before giving you to tablets and some more water.

“Good job baby, you can sleep now my love.” She said, seeing your eyes drifting shut again. She scratched your head slightly and nat traced patterns on your thigh. Wrapped in the arms of your two girls you started to feel better as you went to sleep.

“Good night love.” Wanda cooed.

“Sleep well y/n/n” nat said softly

“Goodnight wands, night nat, love you both.” You slurred and went to sleep.

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babyjakes · 8 months

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safe smiles. [blurb.]

〈 disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog's commitment to protecting minors, read our full statement here. 〉

event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

pairing | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression. reader is afraid of dentists. soooo much comfort from daddy!steve (who is a dentist hehe <3). depictions of dental/medical setting and procedures.

word count | 453

requested by @super-soldier-sandwich | This is my formal request for a dentist!daddy blurb!

an | this has been a looooong time coming sweet friend, thankyou for sending in your request and hope you enjoy the sweetest softest safest daddy!stevie!!! (i think i might make a longer dentist comfort fic at some point, maybe with a reader who has a more severe phobia, but for right now i thought this would be a good little introduction to the idea hehe <333

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me. Daddy's just getting everything set up, okay?" You try to blink back your tears as you watch your daddy preparing the little tray of tools next to his stool. "Look baby, nothing scary," Steve tries to reassure you, letting you get a good look at each of the instruments.

"Pokey, Daddy," you whimper, pointing to one of the sharper-looking tools.

Steve nods sympathetically as he picks it up, explaining to you, "I know it looks a little sharp, doll, but I promise it won't hurt. Daddy will just use it to scrape gently against one of your teeth to make sure it's nice and healthy. Remember how Daddy told you that teeth are kind of like bones? Your teeth are super strong, so you won't even feel the pokey part."

Steve pulls on a pair of gloves before pausing, giving you a comforting smile. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Can I tilt the chair back so we can get started?"

You try not to whimper as the strange mechanical chair moves beneath you. Your daddy helps you fit your head into its place, bringing the adjustable light down a bit to shine over your face. "Keep taking big breaths for me, princess. Daddy's so proud of you; you're being so brave," Steve praises as he sees your nerves heightening again.

"The first part is easy; we're just gonna brush your teeth, okay little one?" he explains as he prepares the small electric polisher with some toothpaste. "The brush is gonna make a funny noise, but that's just because it's working hard to clean better. Can you open wide for me, baby?" Steve prompts gently.

You look at the brush with big eyes, feeling more tears well up as you try not to shrink away from the dentist sitting beside you. "Oh sweetie," he frowns, setting down the instrument as he senses you're not quite ready. "It's okay, we can take our time. Daddy's right here," he promises, reaching over to hold your hand soothingly as he lets you calm down. "Daddy's not gonna make you do anything until you're ready, okay honey? Just breathe, you're okay. You're safe."

Though the thought of your daddy performing a dental check-up on you is frightening, you know he's being truthful. He would never force you to do anything before you were ready and willing, which is comforting to know as you do your best to face your fears. "Good, there you go, doll. See?" Steve smiles as he sees your fears settling again. "You're doing so good, y/n. Are you ready to start? Just stop Daddy at any time if you need to, okay?"

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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Sick Day

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

Summary: Matt isn’t very happy when he comes home and discovers that his girlfriend had kept her sickness from him. He makes sure she is well taken care of before they go to bed.

Warnings: language, sickness, pet names, Matt being an overprotective simp, fluffy

Word Count: 960

Prompt: Sickfic, headache, cold/fever, blankets, hot drink (except I changed it to hot soup)

A/N: day 5 of March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump

Today had been horrible. She awoke to see that Matt had left early to go to work. On top of that, she felt like shit. Her head was pounding and she was burning up. Her nose felt stuffy, and her muscles ached.

She got up and took her temperature to see that she had a fever of 100.7 degrees Fahrenheit. She called into work and made her way over to the couch, not wanting to get the bed all disgusting from her sickness. Matt would still sleep there, after all. He didn’t need to come home to a bed that smelled like sweat and sickness. Whatever the hell “sickness” smelled like.

Matt frowned as he entered his apartment. He could hear the coughing as soon as he entered the complex. He could hear shifting on the couch, telling him his girlfriend was camped out in the living room with some blankets.

“Sweetheart?” Matt questioned, setting down his cane. He heard a groan as he walked over to the couch. “Why didn’t you call me to tell you that you were sick?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you,” she mumbled, sniffling a bit. “I know you’ve been busy lately.”

“I’m never too busy for you, love. I would have come home earlier if you called.”

She sighed. “I know, and that’s why I didn’t.”

“Well you should have,” he admonished her. She always did this. Her needs were never one of her priorities. She put everyone before her, and it bothered the ever-loving shit out of him. Because Matt knew she deserved the world. No, she deserved more than that. The universe, maybe.

She just huffed in irritation, knowing that there was absolutely no way she was going to win this argument.

“Have you eaten today?” Matt questioned as he leaned against the armrest of the couch. She cursed how well he knew her.

“No, I didn’t wanna get up.”

Matt just shook his head as he got up to make some soup. He glared in her direction when he heard her shift, knowing that she was trying to get up to help him. “Don’t you even try, young lady.” He put a pot on the stove.

“I just wanna help. You’ve been at work all day while I’ve just been sitting on my ass!”

Matt turned his head in her direction and gave her an incredulous look. “You’ve been sick!”

“That’s no excuse!”

“What if I was the one that was sick?”

“That’s different,” she pouted, crossing her arms as she watched him pour a pre-made homemade soup into the warm pot. She blew her nose with a tissue, her nose already red and raw from blowing it so much.

“And how, pray tell, is that different?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s you!”

“Your logic is lacking, hun.”

She just groaned and flopped back onto the couch dramatically. A cold spell made her shiver. She grabbed one of the blankets and furrowed into it. She had been having hot and cold flashes off and on all day. She couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Turning off the stove when the soup was finished, he put it in a bowl before moving over to the couch. Setting it on the coffee table, he noted that her breathing had slowed; she must have been asleep.

“Sweetheart?” Matt gently shook her awake. He felt horrible for disrupting her, but she needed to get food in her system if she wanted to get better. She groaned, turning to bury herself further into the couch. “Baby, you need to get some food in your body. Then we can cuddle and get some sleep, okay?”

She blinked awake, groggily lifting her hands to rub at her eyes. “Cuddles?”

Matt’s heart melted hearing her soft little voice. It’s moments like that when he falls impossibly deeper in love with his precious girlfriend. He never thinks it’s possible to love her even more, but somehow he does manage. “Anything you want, baby.”

She smiled and took the soup from him. Matt scooted closer to her body and she snuggled against him as she began to blow on the soup.

The soup was hot in her mouth, but it felt good, warming her insides. “Thanks, Matty. You’re the best boyfriend.”

“It helps to have such a great girlfriend,” he flirted with her, loving the skip of her heart whenever he would. She blushed as she lifted another spoonful of soup to her mouth.

When she finished the soup, Matt made her drink some more water. She just huffed in exasperation. “I thought you said after soup I’d get cuddles.”

“Sorry, hun, can’t I just take care of you?”

She shrugged, taking a sip from the glass. “I’m just not really used to it.”

“Which is exactly why I’m making sure you get the best treatment now,” he stated.

“You’re too good for me, Matthew,” she sighed, leaning her head against his torso.

He just chuckled, “I’m pretty sure you got that sentence twisted.”

“Let me win for once, please,” she pouted. Matt sighed and agreed to let her have that one. It was the least he could do after she had asked him so sweetly, after all.

When she finished the tall glass, she set it on the table, making sure to exaggerate the sound of it being empty. “Snuggle time!”

He laughed as he was ambushed by her. Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up to bring her to bed. She protested, hating being picked up, but Matt just shushed her as he lied her down. He undressed and crawls in next to her. She burrowed closer to her boyfriend, and he could hear her sigh contentedly, smiling against his warm skin.

She really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Master List

18+ Minors dni

Requests are on pause

🔥 - smut

💔 - angst

🥰 - fluff

One shots

Live Stream - 🔥💔🥰 When the team doesn’t hear from you or Bucky for hours during a mission, they start to worry about their teammates.

Teach Me -🔥🥰 Bucky has the answer to your growing frustrations.

Fur Baby -🥰 Bucky has a furry little secret.

Mine - 🔥💔🥰 You show Bucky exactly who he belongs to.

Home -💔🥰 Comforting Bucky after he has an awful day. (Mob Bucky)

Untouched - 🔥🥰 A conversation with your brothers best friend reveals some interesting information. (College Bucky)

Sunshine - 💔🥰 You’re there for everyone, a ray of sunshine whenever the team needs you but whose there for you? (mini part 2) Pudge - 🥰 You are Bucky’s favorite pillow.

Spicy Plants - 🥰 Bucky finds a special little stash of yours...

Spicy Brownies - 🥰 He finds another special stash

Spicy Snacks - 🥰 Bucky and Steve discover yummy treats

Bangles and Bordeaux - 🥰 No gown? No problem

Redemption - 💔🥰 Bucky finds the peace he was searching for.

Imagine - 🔥🥰 You go down the fanfiction rabbit hole about a certain super soldier. Would be a shame if he caught you...

Cheeky - 🥰 Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare (Drunk Bucky)

I Don’t Wike It - 🥰 Uncle Steve has been spending too much time with your babies

Salacious - 🔥 Dirty talking and pure filth

Salacious drabble - 🔥 Solo Bucky’s dirty talking and pure filth

Not a Fan - 🥰 Alpine is not a fan

Lemonade - 🔥💔🥰 You’re neighbor's son is irresistible Lemonade drabble

Sour - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky doesn't like your visitor (Lemonade AU)

Deep - 🔥 giving dom CEO Bucky what he needs. Bad.

7 loads - 🔥 You take care of him. Them. Now they need more.

Reflection - 🔥💔🥰 You show Bucky how beautiful he is

Missing - 🥰 Bucky’s baby is missing and he will not stop until he finds her

Missing 2 - 🥰

Let Go - 🔥💔🥰 Touched starved and emotionally repressed Bucky gets his release

Her - 💔 Bucky misses her

Cute - 🥰 How dare you call him that

Work Wife - 💔🥰 Why does Bucky talk about her so much?

Signals - 💔🥰 Your past doesn’t leave that easily

Practice - 🔥 Your boss doesn’t like to share (soft!dark Bucky)

Pretend - 🥰 The perfect solution to a nagging problem

Pull out - 🔥 Bucky doesn’t want to.

Posies - 🥰 The first times you buy each other flowers

Touch - 🔥🥰 His beautiful hands

Count - 🔥Steve can’t help himself

Justin Capshaw - 🔥🥰 Your sweet boyfriend isn’t the only one who wants you

Safe Space - 💔🥰 Bucky protects you

Don’t Touch - 🔥🥰 Bucky has to keep his hands to himself

You had one job - 🔥💔🥰 Bodyguard Bucky has one job

Craving - 🔥 You crave him so badly, would your husband give you a taste?

Just a Taste - 🔥 Your husband doesn’t mind watching

Satisfied - 🔥 Your husband and his bestfriend fill that craving

Drip - 🔥 Bucky just wants to help you clean up

Catch Me If You Can - 💔🥰 Maybe he isn’t so bad

Catch Me If You Can 2 - 💔🥰 Sometimes, he could be sweet

Catch Me If You Can 3 - 💔🥰 🔥 You caught him, or did he catch you

Come back to you - 🥰 Time travel brings back 40′s Bucky

Yours to Claim - 🔥💔🥰 Your first night with the king

Attention - 🔥🥰 Your mafia husband hasn’t given you any attention lately

Spiral - 💔 He doesn’t need you anymore.

Bellini - 🔥🥰 DBF!Bucky shouldn’t be looking at you like that

Destined to be Yours - 🔥💔🥰 Your lives cross paths when you are captured with the Winter Soldier

CEO Bucky - 🔥🥰 He knows what his secretary needs

Barbie - 🥰 Bucky and his little one see Barbie in real life

Cheating Steve - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky comforts you

Cheating Steve - 🔥💔🥰 How you and Bucky got together

Pick Me - 🔥💔🥰 A new recruit has her eyes on your soldier

More cheating Steve - 💔🥰 Repost of something I deleted

One Night - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky can’t forget

CEO Bucky x Secretary - 🔥🥰 You don’t like people touching what's yours

My First and Only - 🔥🥰 Mob Bucky waits for his wedding night

Buttercup - 🥰 Baby Bucky loves his neighbor

Writing challenge - JESSY REACHES 500; FWB to lovers 💔🥰

Sub Bucky AU - One shots & Drabbles with a subby super soldier

Baby boy - 🔥🥰 Bucky discovers a new kink

Release - 🔥 Bucky has to take care of himself when he’s away from you

Messy - 🔥 Your needy boyfriend needs his release right in the middle of the store

Can I? - 🔥🥰 You learn a little more about your boyfriends kink

Play - 🔥 Bucky explores a new territory

Drink - 🔥 Bucky wants to feed you...

Painting - 🔥 Bucky wants to make a mess

Pretty Baby - 🔥 Stucky x reader

Needy - 🔥 You catch your baby doing something

Please - 🔥 He needs you to finish

Untouched au - A series of discovering all your firsts with your brothers hot best friend (continuations of Untouched with College Bucky)

Tongue Twister - 🔥🥰 Bucky goes down on you for the first time

Date Night - 🔥🥰 You show Bucky what your mouth can do

Tipsy - 🔥🥰 A little alcohol and Bucky is insatiable

Call me - 🔥🥰 Bucky is just a phone call away

New - 🔥🥰 Bucky want’s to try something new

Make a movie - 🔥🥰 Bucky wants to record something

Personal Pillow AU - Can be read together or as one shots

Personal Pillow - 💔🥰 You are Bucky’s favorite pillow

Personal Pillow 2 - 🥰 Bucky discovers something very interesting

Personal Pillow 3 - 🔥💔🥰 He doesn’t want his mouth anywhere else (switch!Bucky)

Personal Pillow 4 - 🔥🥰 There’s a little one in your belly and Bucky is more insatiable than ever (pregnant reader)

Personal Pillow 5 - 🔥🥰 Bucky needs a taste

Braxton Hicks - 🥰

Twins - 🔥🥰

Personal Pillow drabble - 🥰

Bad habits - 🔥🥰 Bucky’s developed some bad habits

Personal Pillow antics - 💔🥰 Bucky loves his safe place

Wait, What? AU

Wait, what? - 💔🥰 The secret you’ve been keeping from the team can only be hidden for so long (pregnant reader)

Wait, what? 2 - 🔥💔🥰 A little more back story + baby Barnes! (pregnant reader)

I do (again) Wait, what? 3 - 🥰 Everyone missed the first wedding, obviously you have to have another one

Wait, what? More Babies? - 🔥🥰 The family grows with a little new addition

Series:

Pretty Little Thing (On going) - 🔥💔🥰 Stuck in a forced marriage, you try to accept your life no longer belongs to you however, fate has different plans (Mob Bucky)

Requests

Can you not... - 💔🥰 Your ex is trying to win you back, Bucky is having none of that.

Limitless - 🔥🥰 You let Bucky do anything he wants (Can you not AU)

Supply Closet - 🔥🥰 Can you not AU

Hold me - 💔🥰 Bucky comforts you when you’re having a bad day

Choices - 🔥💔🥰 You walk in on your husband cheating on you (alternative endings)

Choices 2 - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky faces the consequences of his actions

Boundaries - 🔥💔🥰 You catch Bucky with Sharon (alternative fluffy ending)

Boundaries 2 - 💔 Angst only part 2 Bonus for this

Smores and Smooches - 🥰 The fire isn’t enough to keep you warm but Bucky’s arms might help

Fake it till you make it - 💔🥰 Fake dating solves everything, right?

The Party - 🔥🥰 A little three way helps Bucky make a move (part 2)

Safe 1 - 💔🥰 Bucky rescues from Hydra

Safe 2 - 🔥🥰 A smutty part 2

Mornings with Mob Bucky - 🔥💔🥰

Pocket Angel - 🥰 Where does Bucky keep sneaking off to?

Pocket Angel drabble

Pocket Angel 2 - 💔🥰 What happens when someone takes his angel?

Fill me - 🔥🥰 A certain super soldiers birthday plus a someone else… (Bucky x You x Frank)

Capture my Heart - 💔🥰 On the run from your abusive ex, a beefy lumberjack comes to your rescue

Capture my Heart 2 - 🔥🥰 A smutty part 2

Mornings with Lumberjack Bucky - 🔥🥰

Carrying your Love - 🔥🥰 Your super soldier comes with super loads

Pieces - 💔 TW: child loss

Sweet Dreams - 🔥 Super soldier wet dreams

Sweet dreams 2 - 🔥 Free use

My Doll - 💔🥰 TW: Self harm

Always you - 💔🥰 You’ve always been Bucky’s first choice angst only alternative alternative happy ending

Own me - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky likes to make you jealous. Should be fine, right? A little extra here.

Sprinkle - 🥰 It’s Bucky’s birthday

Pinky - 🥰 Just a tiny bit of touch is more than enough

Want you - 🔥🥰 Bucky only has eyes for you

Sensations - 🔥 Bucky’s arm has some new features

Inexperienced Bucky drabble - 🔥🥰

Step away - 🔥🥰 A new recruit gets too close for Buckys liking

His Tags - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky shows you you’re his forever

Secrets - 💔🥰 Nothing will stop you from dating your super soldier

Baby Burrito - 💔🥰 Bucky knows how to make you feel better

I’ll Catch You - 🔥🥰 Bucky never leaves your side after you faint

Witches Brew - 🔥 Bucky and Wanda love to toy with the sweet new avenger

Skin - 💔 Comforting Bucky when he struggles with his body

Bookmark - 🔥🥰 The team discovers your a writer

Rockstar Bucky - 🔥

Protect You - 💔🥰 Bucky is all yours

I’ll hold you - 💔🥰 TW: Pet loss

Please? - 🥰 Bucky just wants one chance

Raw - 🔥 Bucky just wants to feel all of you

Tame - 🔥 Bucky hears you doing...something..

Sparring - 🔥🥰 Two versions, smut and fluff

Stay - 🔥💔🥰 Casual stuff is fun...for a while

Garden Fairy - 🔥🥰 Grumpy Bucky with his little sunshine

TW: mental health - 💔

Any time any place - 🔥🥰 Bucky is ready to take you just about anywhere

Daniel - 🥰 Who the hell is he and why do you like him

Curves - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky shows you how much he loves your body

Tumblr - 🔥🥰 Bucky discovers you have a kink

Sugar - 🔥🥰 You take care of your sweet college baby

Sugar drabble - 🔥 Your baby takes control

One Night - 🔥🥰 Bucky is smitten with his one night stand

Intentions - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky knows what he wants from you...right? (mob AU)

Touch Starved - 🔥💔🥰 You think Bucky doesn’t want to be touched after a nightmare

You came - 💔🥰 The one person he needs

Hot head - 🔥🥰 Bucky wants you

Dad Bucky - 🔥🥰 Dad Bucky from A to Z

Story time - 🥰 Bucky tells your little one about how he fell for you

Like me - 🔥💔🥰 You just can’t let go of his Henley

Soft - 🔥🥰 Sub space reader

Size - 🔥🥰 He doesn’t have to be the biggest

Christmas - 🔥🥰 Christmas with Bucky and your babygirl

Rude - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky is an asshole to you

Games - 🔥🥰 A night of games leads to so much more

Hot and Cold - 🔥🥰 You can’t stand him, he can’t stand you

Just friends - 🔥💔🥰 You’re just friends...

Werewolf Bucky - 🔥🥰

Miscommunications - 💔🥰 Did you hear him right?

Baby making - 🔥🥰 He has to get it on camera

A little Longer - 🥰 It’s just a little lie

Disney Princesses and Dog Tags - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky wonders what you’re hiding from him

Bucky and his CEO - 🔥🥰- He takes care of you when you’re stressed

Drabbles

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lives-in-midgard · 7 months

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Hi! 🩵

I would love to make a request for your birthday celebration, with either Bucky or Steve, depending on which you think would fit better in this scenario.

Reader is an Avenger but can’t seem to find her place with them, and they constantly leave her out of missions and other activities like parties, dinners, you name it.

This goes on for a while and Bucky or Steve constantly try to include you, but after everything you don’t really feel welcome and decide to just not bother at that point.

They’re hurt by this and they see you’re pulling back more and more, until they decide to do something about it during a mission, or just in the Compound, whichever you prefer.

Reader is very thankful to Steve or Bucky and she the others give her a chance, and they finally see Reader is actually very nice and fun to hang out with.

I’ve had this idea for a while but I’m not really well versed into hurt/comfort fics, so I thought I’d give you my idea!

Thank you so much, and I can’t wait to see where you’re taking this 🩵

You Finally Belong

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You are a new Avenger and can't find your place with them until Bucky decides to do something about it.

Word Count: 1700

A/N: Thank you so much for sending that request! When I first read your request I immediately loved it. I really hope you like how this turned out!💖

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The sun was going down and you were looking out of the window in your room at the Avengers compound. You saw people leaving and other people having conversations outside. The music from the Avengers party downstairs was so loud that you could hear it all the way into your room upstairs. You heard how the other Avengers were having fun downstairs. Tony shouted something and when you looked out of the window again you saw Bucky, Steve and Sam having a conversation. Suddenly Bucky looked up to your window. He probably couldn’t see you because you quickly hid yourself behind the curtain, but he knew that you were still awake. You decided to turn the light off and go to sleep even though you knew that you would not fall asleep. You tucked yourself in and tears started to run down your cheek. They didn’t even think of inviting you. When Tony mentioned the party, he didn’t even look at you. You wiped your tears away and tried to sleep a bit.

You joined the Avengers a little over a month ago and before joining them you were a SHIELD agent. Fury liked your work and suggested that you could join the Avengers if you feel up to it. Of course, you couldn’t say no to such a big offer. You only heard of them and never really had a chance to talk to them properly, so you were nervous to meet them. You knew Clint and Natasha a little bit because when you joined SHIELD, they were still there but then they left soon. You are a little shy when you meet new people, so it wasn’t easy for you when you first met them. They were all welcoming you when you moved in, but you still didn’t really feel like you belong there.

On some nights they watch movies together without inviting you. At first you didn’t want to join because you wanted to be alone but now you would really like to join them and get to know them better. At breakfast or dinners, they don’t really talk much to you only some small talk. You always listened to their conversations and tried to fit in, but you don’t know how. It feels like they don’t want you to be a part of them. You haven’t been on many missions with them yet, only on one short one with Steve, Bucky and Natasha.

When you walked into the kitchen in the morning after the party everyone was sitting by the table and eating breakfast.

“Morning y/n.” Bucky noticed you and gave you a smile.

“Morning Bucky.” The other greeted you too and you made yourself a cup of coffee and sat next to Wanda and opposite from Bucky and Steve. You ate your breakfast and listened to their conversation like always when suddenly Bucky tried to start a conversation with you.

“How was your evening yesterday?” Bucky asked with a smile and suddenly everyone looked at you.

“Oh, umm it was good I started to read a new book.” You lied because you didn’t know what to say. Bucky nodded.

“That’s great, what book are you reading?” Bucky asked and you told him about the book you just finished reading. After breakfast you wanted to go back into your room when Steve suddenly stopped you.

“Hey, I thought if you would like to go for a morning run with me and Sam tomorrow?” You were surprised by the question but weren’t sure if you should join them. Of course, it would be nice, but you don’t want to bother them.

“I don’t think so, running is not really my thing.” You lied to him, because actually you like to run.

“Oh, that’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Steve nervously said and looked over to Bucky. You turned around and went back to your room. Later that day you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, Bucky was standing in front of you.

“Hey, would you like to join our movie night later?” Bucky asked and you again said that you rather stay in your room. Bucky was being sweet and said that it’s okay, but he was also being sad that you didn’t want to join them.

A few days passed since the party, and you mostly were in your room or did some training alone. You were currently on your way to the meeting room. You opened the door and saw that a few Avengers were already sitting there.

“Hey y/n you can sit here.” Bucky said when he noticed you. When you walked over to the empty seat next to Bucky you greeted the others that were there. After a while Tony, Natasha and some other Avengers joined the meeting room. Fury came in and told everyone about the next mission.

“I think it would be the best if Bucky and Steve go on this mission.” Tony suggested and Furry nodded. Suddenly Bucky clears his throat, and everyone looked at him.

“I would like to take y/n with me on this mission.” You looked over to him and Bucky gave you a smile.

“Yeah, why not.” Fury said and the meeting went on. You couldn’t believe Bucky wants you on that mission. After the meeting the others left but before Steve could go you called his name.

“I hope it’s okay for you if I go on this mission.”

“Of course, it is. I’m actually a little bit glad that I don’t have to go and that I have a little time to rest.”

“You and Bucky will definitely success the mission don’t worry.” Steve continued because he probably noticed that you got a little nervous.

“Thank you, Steve.”

Before going back to your room, you knocked on Bucky’s door. He opened it and when he saw you, he immediately smiled.

“Hey, doll. Everything okay?” When he used the pet name you began to blush.

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask if we could maybe train a little before we have to go on the mission later.”

“Sure, we can but you don’t have to be nervous trust me, it will be okay.” Bucky said and you believed him. After you both trained for a while, you went back to your room to make yourself ready for the mission.

Bucky and Steve were both right. You and Bucky succeeded the mission, and everything went well. Because it was late at night you both decided to stay at a small hotel there. You and Bucky had to share a room because there was only one that was free. After you settled down and sat down on the bed it was a little quiet between the two of you. Until Bucky broke the silence.

“Can I have your opinion on something?”

“Sure, you can.”

“I have this little notebook where I write down films, books or music that are important or a must see and I thought maybe you could help me with that. Look over it and tell me if there is something missing.” Bucky got a little nervous when he asked you that.

“Of course, I can help you. Do you have the notebook here?”

“Yeah, I have.” He said and pulled a little notebook out of his back pocket. You stood up from your place on the bed and walked to the side where he was sitting and sat next to him. Bucky smiled at you and held the book page to you. When you reached for the book, your fingers touched his and you began to blush. You read the page and a smile escaped you on a few of them. You talked for a while about movies and then told Bucky that your favorite movie was missing.

“We could watch it together.” Bucky said and you agreed that you would like that.

The night went on and you stayed awake really long because you talked about everything. He wanted to know about your favorite music, books and so much more. Then you asked Bucky what he likes or what he liked back in the 40s. You had such a great time there with Bucky and almost forgot how you felt in the compound.

“Thank you so much for taking me on this mission with you and for being so kind to me. It really means so much to me.” You said after a while.

“You’re welcome, doll. I know you are a great assassin; I saw you training and on that last mission you were also really good.”

“And of course, I’m kind to you. You’re such a good person.” Bucky continued.

“Are you sure the others think that too?”

“Definitely. I know they are a little distant right now but its only because they just down know how to show it. It’s difficult for them to have someone new around. When I was new at the compound, well I had Steve, but the others needed some time to open up to me. Or ask Wanda, she would probably tell you the same. They just need their time.”

This mission changed so much not only between the two of you but also between you and the other Avengers. When you came back to the compound, they all greeted you and Tony decided to throw a party the next day because of the succeeded mission. At night there was also a movie night at the compound, and you joined them. You sat next to Bucky and after the movie you started to have a conversation. After a while Wanda joined you and then also Steve. You had such a great time with all of them.

After a few days you didn’t feel so lonely anymore. You were included on more missions. From now on you went on morning runs with Sam and Steve, were invited to parties, went shopping with Wanda, and had movie nights with them. Sometimes you even had your own little movie nights with Bucky alone and talked for hours with him. You finally felt like you fit in and like you belong there.

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demonicbaby666 · 10 months

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Falling, So That We Rise

One shot | Marvel Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: trauma alluded, maybe a sprinkle of an unhealthy attachment style

A/n: she's monologue heavy...

Everyone has shadows in their past that haunt them. No matter how hard you try to run from them, they catch up to you and swallow you whole until you’re submerged in an abyss of repressed memories. In the time spent locked away, they have mutated and learned how best to swat away feeble attacks that come in the form of denial and distraction.

There is no easy way to win the war other than succumbing to the lulls of familiar pain and anguish while laying in bed and staring blankly at the ceiling fan, wishing that the infernal flashbacks that stole your childhood would cut you a break now you’d reached a point in your life where things seemed calmer. That is, however, not how things work.

Similarly, other people share these mind-boggling complexities. Shutting them out and assuming they’d take it on the chin without question was not as straightforward as it seemed. Which is what you were coming to learn with each repetitive knock that echoed through the hallway.

Five knocks seem excessive. Why five? Why not three or even two hard booming knocks? But five?

“Let me in, or so help me,” Nat called from the other side of the door. Her voice was calm, “We both know this door can’t stop me.”

Your loud groan ebbed from your bedroom, through the apartment, and eventually reached attentive ears.

“Ya, ya. Now open up,” she beckoned.

Had you believed a less-than-welcoming ‘fuck off’ would have motivated her to leave, you’d have done so. But you knew her well enough to know the two words would incentivise her more than deter her from the constant knocking that was, quite frankly, fuelling the cluster headache forming along your temples.

The only option left was the worst one imaginable. How loathsome confrontation truly is, especially when one already knows what the outcome will intel. It was a simple solution. Cut the cord. And it was simple for one reason - surviving alone is more manageable. You never risk becoming reliant on someone that could end up breaking you.

It made sense in your head and seemed a solid plan, that was until your fingers curled around the door handle, and you pulled it open, revealing auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a smile so fucking genuine it had you melting on the spot.

“Good to see you’re still alive,” Nat smirked, eyes peering over your shoulder, “you going to invite me in?”

“No,” Straight to the point. Bold? Yes. Dare it to be said, perhaps a little too bold because instantly the smile - that seems to work its way into your heart effortlessly - faded, crumpling under the wrath of your harsh and hostile tone, “I think you should go.”

You kept a straight face, hoping that by pretending your heart was as cold as it seemed, she won’t notice how it was shattering.

If it were anyone else, they’d have taken their leave, sensing their company wasn’t desired, and you wouldn’t have blamed them for doing so - despite the small voice in your head that repeats the same mantra, ‘If they cared, they’d fight.’ So you didn’t know what to make of her decision to keep her feet planted in the doorway.

In truth, your puffy eyes, the bags under them, and the weight you carried on your shoulder kept her from walking away. How you still kept going, despite your tortured soul having lost so many battles against demons, she didn’t know. What she knew was it was admirable that you were still standing. It made her want to hold you tighter, kiss you harder, and love you with every morsel of her soul. She wanted to help you in every way she could, not to change you, but to surround you with everything she saw so clearly you were never given.

“Not a chance in hell I’m leaving you like this.” she asserted.

It was a rash move. You knew that as you tried to shut the door on her, it was the barrier you needed when it seemed like she’d sooner murder than abandon getting through to you. What you hoped would be a cut-off to the painful interaction you were enduring was anything but. Nat’s palm made firm contact with the door, halting it so swiftly it caused you to jolt.

Being that a healthy diet wasn’t something you’d cared about made it incredibly difficult to overpower her hold on the door. It would be one sight to behold had anyone walked by and witnessed. The first thought would most likely be, ‘She’s being attacked,’ before they proceeded to excuse themselves from having to participate in any way.

After a solid minute of battling over the door position, it stood open again, Nat staring right at you with a raised eyebrow and an accompanying smirk. God, she could be cocky when she wanted, despite the victory being magnanimously handed to her.

In one swift action, she moved, pushing forward into the apartment and flinging you over her shoulder. The kicking and screaming that ensued was flimsy and rather pathetic; whether it was done intentionally was still debatable.

“Nat! Put me down!” You protested, trying to hide the childlike smile - that rejected being suppressed - from your tone.

Gently setting you down on the sofa, she crouched between your legs and placed a hand on your thigh, “You want to do this alone. I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled softly and chuckled, “Even if you can handle all this without anyone, and believe me, I know you can. You don’t need to.”

And maybe it’s the small details that shift the tide; the way she took such care when she reached out to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, or how she touched you like no one ever had - each caress of her fingers saying, ‘I will not harm you,’ or the way she kissed you; like it was the first and last time. Every. Single. Time. In truth, everything she’d ever done for you oozed with a kind of teeth-rotting compassion that could drive a person mad.

And it did. Not for any other reason except that you couldn’t understand why and what she was doing with someone like you. There were no prospects, no life plan; hell, you barely knew what to expect two days from now, let alone two years. That didn’t stop her, though. She continued to look at you with so much love in her eyes the world may as well have toppled off its axis, and the astonishing thing was, plummeting into your inevitable demise had never felt better.

The harsh truth is you are not the type of person people fall in love with. You have never been. People are intrigued, inspired, and some find themselves gripping onto you as though you were their new addiction. That’s all it ever was. The love, or what resembled it, that you’d received was always fleeting, momentary, and, dare it be said, conditional. Smile, laugh, make jokes; that sort of stuff keeps them around, but the moment emotions start to peek through the cracks, it’s always safer for them to run, and they do.

So to be loved so fiercely and so often, even on days where you’d shut the world out, on days where the world shut you out, it was foreign. It seemed like a dream, a cruel joke the universe was playing, bidding time and waiting to deliver the final blow of opening your eyes and discovering you were right all along, that it was too good to be true.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“You, me, sofa, and a movie.” And that was that. No fuss, no ulterior motive, “The cure for everything.”

She leaned forward, her face drawing closer, and despite the intimacy shared repeatedly, it still caused your heart to race faster and your palms to sweat. “You’re not allowed to push me away,” she said, staring down at you at your lips, “I hope you know that.”

“It’s becoming painfully obvious,” you mutter, rolling your eyes - you and Nat very much aware that you weren’t annoyed in the slightest.

“You’re stuck with me for a long time. Plus, you’re the best arm candy around.” her warm breath tickled your lips before she leaned in to place a smiled kiss on your lips.

Unfortunately, relying on someone didn’t seem so bad anymore, and you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that it was nice to have them fight for you. You took the win. Nat wanted you, even if it was just because you made good arm candy.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

Comments Welcome nd reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

"How'd you know?"

"Chris she's been eating every like 4 or 5 hours- I just knew. I'm sorry I got aggressive I just." I sigh "I know how long you've wanted to be a Father for but I wanted to hold her I knew she was gunna be fussy I just knew. "

"Honey it's ok the doctor said your hormones will be a bit outta wack."

"Out of wack I threatened to hit you with the tissue box"

"I refused to give you or child."

"Ok your right I win." I smiled. He rolled his eyes- I wasn't going to argue when I already won.

And then looked down at our now sleeping and eatting angel.

Then I heard his camera phone.

"Chris I am half naked."

"Come in its a beautiful thing"

"Breastfeeding, my chest or our child?"

"All three." It sounded like half question half statement

"You learn fast. "

He chuckled. "I love you so much I didnt think I could love you any more than I do or did but seeing you bring her into this world giving me the family I wanted making it complete and then all this love I have for this little one all because of you l. You're amazing.?

"Thank you." I looked at our little bundle of joy and she truly was. I cannot believe is ours I can't believe I gee. I can't believe I pushed something this sized out if my body.

" I mean it I'm I don't have the words right now and all the thank you and all the "I love yous" in the world dont even begin to scratch the service.

" How about you get some sleep and let the nurses in the nursery take her for a bit hm?

You need rest. Its their job."

She grabbed my finger in her sleep.

"And miss out on these moments. No." He took another picture.

"Hmm yea she is a calm baby when she gets what she wants. Just like mama was wasn't she? No really tho I'd wake up half the nursery plus And we're doating over her. She knows already we're hooked."

There was a small knock on the door.

"Hey how are you two doing I brought some food I figured you'd both be awake.

How'd you know

"I was, our first born is always special.

"Thanks Ma" he deadpanned.

"Chris hasn't gotten any sleep he's very insistent on the skin to skin content I think the nursery should be fine taking care of her so we sleep after all we won't have help like that for at least 18 years. "

"I can always watch her when you get home if you need seep"

"Really? Oh you are the best mother in law ever"

I sigh, "Sorry I'm tired. I shouldn't be just had a nap but I am"

"You napped for 20 minutes darling. After 18 hours of labor you deserve sleep."

"Only 20 minutes? She's still feeding dont let me sleep."

"It's ok if you do"

"I just don't want to miss a second. Besides I bullied Christopher enough for her."

"Oh really" the grandmother smirked.

"Yea I knew she was going to want to eat and I wanted my daughter and he wouldn't hand her over...but I also threatened him with the tissue box. "

"Chris you knew better than to come between a mother and her child."

"I just wanted to hold her," he defended himself "Half that cute butt is mine."

"Yea her butt is cute. come'er on the side she's feeding just sit behind me can barely keep my eyes open. Just just in case."

"You sure"

"Chris its not like you haven't touched them before"

"Well you said you didn't want me touching you again."

I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to the l8 hours of labor where at one point I said i never want you to touch me ever again and then then damn idiot took his hand away the one I was holding onto for dear life, which I then yelled at him to give me his hand back and then he said "You didnt want me to touch you." I still don't know if he was trying to be a smart ass or if he actually thought he was doing what I wanted.

"Just make sure she's OK hold her. "

"Rest my love"he kissed the side of my head.

"I got her I got you both." He held his head just under her pillow and then I fell asleep at that.

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She the had comfort of knowing Chris has her back their daughter's back and head as well and she couldn't ask for more.

"You wouldn't give her her child?

"I was bon- you know she's half min too but me and her were bonding. I was telling her how she needs to let Mommy sleep and how I'd take care of her, she was so silent. I and I want to get skin to skin contact in as much as I can. I'm nervous about letting her out of my sight. It feels like a dream all the love I have for my two girls I just I never thought. I know how I felt when my neices and nephews were born but this this doesn't even compare."

"It never does Sweetheart. You will always love her that much and worry."

"I'm never going to sleep again am I?"

"Probably not. "

"You'll be a good girl for daddy won't you?" The newborn just flexed her hand and Chris took that as a yes.

He relax into the bed.

He fell asleep after a few minutes Chris hand was still holding the little newborn who still feeding. And then when she was done she had moved herself off and then onto her mothers chest as if it was a pillow for sleep, just like her mother said she was like as an infant. The new grandmother took some pictures of the sweet new family sleeping these were the best moment the kindest moments in parent hood. The child was safe and the parents sleep soundly knowing thier child was safe. But she knew this would end soon and they never sleep peacefully again. Knowing parents never stop worring about thier children.

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I woke up and was calm for about half a second before I realized she was in my arms when I feel asleep- I was suddenly in a panic

"Chris chris where is she-"

"I brought her to the nursey she's fine." The ran his hand over my hair a few times and kissed my temple as I I sighed in relief

"God I got terrified thought maybe I dropped her."

"Shh go back to sleep. Hmmm" he caressed my face and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Chris don't start that thats how we got here in the first place." I joke

"Oh and it's getting us here again. Now sleep."

"Only if you do."

"I did."

"Ok only if you sleep more than 10 minutes."

"Even Steven baby you keep waking up she's fine I promise. I'll wake you at the first thing."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you to more then I can say. Rest you need it, you deserve it my love." He said giving me a soft kiss before I fell back asleep.

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lokiswifeduh · 1 year

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Bad Date

pairings: Bucky x fem!reader

warnings: disrespect for servers, forceful touching, unwanted kissing, John walker, fluff at the end.

summary: You go out on a date set up by Tony, which goes horribly. You come home and tell Bucky all about it in which he comforts you.

WC: 1,182

A/N: I had a really crappy date like this a couple of months ago so this is the retelling of that and how I wish it had ended, thank you for reading!

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“Hey where are you going?” You looked over to see Bucky peeking his head above the couch, one of the sitcoms Wanda loved playing loudly in the back.

You walked over, leaning on the back of the sofa. “Going on this date Tony set me up on.” Bucky’s brows went up as he nodded slowly. “Who is he?” Shrugging, you tucked your phone into your back pocket and fished out your keys. “His names John, last name starts with a ‘W’ I think.”

Bucky pursed his lips, “And where are you going?”

You let out a laugh, “A restaurant. You ask too many questions Buck.” He tilts his head in agreence, “Call me if you need anything, doll.” You smile down at him, “I will.” Bucky’s lips curve up in a goofy grin, “And be home by eleven or I’ll hunt him down with a shotgun.” Laughing genuinely, you gesture to the TV, “You’ve been watching too many 50s’ sitcoms...” Walking away you open the door and shout out, “Don’t wait up!”

But after 20 minutes of being on the date, you were really hoping Bucky had waited up. The guy was the exact copy of your ex boyfriend. He had the same voice tone and even the same haircut.

You ordered a water and hot wings, same as he did but when the waiter came he looked at her with a rude expression; as if her doing her job was interrupting. He was only talking about himself anyway.

Sighing you took a other drink of your water, watching as he only paid attention to the TV behind your head. “So where are you from?” “Hmm?” He hummed, watching the apparently more interesting game behind you.

You rolled your eyes, taking the last bite of your wing. “Are you guys ready for the check?” Looking at him across from you he was staring at, you a blank expression on his face. You looked back up at the server, smiling. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Bringing back the check, he instantly grabbed it making your heart soar for at least one thing going right. He threw thirty dollars down, the waitress collecting it hastily. “I had a fun time.” He smiled over at you with a crooked smirk. You chuckled lightly, not knowing what to say.

You weren't having a good time. Yet you forced the words from your mouth, “Me too.”

“Here’s the change.” The waitress placed the money down on the table, only for John to put all the four dollars of change back into his wallet, not even bothering to tip. She grabbed the empty drinks, not waiting for something she knew he wasn’t leaving. “Oh uhm-” “You ready?” You were about to say something when he abruptly stood, gesturing to the door. You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you outside, I just need to use the restroom.” His eyes widened a little bit before he walked away, not even bothering to say anything. You groaned, the server catching your eye from across the room. “Hey!”

You were able to catch her before she disappeared into the kitchen, making her turn around with a confused look on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna do that, here you go.” You pulled out your wallet, holding out a fifty dollar bill. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

It was your turn to shake your head, “I promise, it’s okay. I’m sorry for his behavior.” She hesitantly took the bill from your hand, holding it tight in her palm. “First date?” She questioned, making you nod. “Yeah, and last.”

“Good,” She scoffed, “I feel sorry for the poor woman who ends up with him.” Giving you a smile she thanked you once more, walking into the kitchen as you made your way out to John. He was standing by his truck, the run down vehicle definitely needed work, and a new paint job.

Without a word he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you into him forcefully. You grunted, surprised by his actions. Looking down at you, his hands traveled down until he gripped your ass tightly, bruising tight.

“Ow,” You muttered under your breath before softly pushing yourself out of his arms. “Where you going babe?” He chuckled, dipping his head down and kissing you. Your eyes shot open as he moaned and grunted, trying to stick his tongue down your throat.

You beeped your car alarm, the custom Lamborghini; a gift from Tony, illuminated in the dark parking lot. Pushing off of him, you subtly wiped his saliva from your lips and part of your chin, “I have to get home,” You gestured, finally making it to your car as he waited for a further explanation in the spot beside you. “Early meeting.” You opened your door, about to get in before he shouted.

“I’ll call you.” You ignored him, getting in your car and shutting the door before he could say anymore. Without even turning on the music you reversed and sped from the parking lot, desperate to get back to the tower.

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“Hey doll,” Bucky turned his head, smiling when you stepped through the door. But his grin soon died when he saw the exhausted and frankly disgusted look on your face as you slammed your bag and keys onto the kitchen island.

Bucky watched in confusion as you plopped down on the couch beside him, letting out a big sigh before kicking your heels off. “So, what happened?” He questioned, making you turn your head in his direction. “Men suck.” Bucky nodded, “We do.”

“And they’re disrespectful, arrogant assholes.”

“Do I need to kick someone’s ass, doll?”

You let your head fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, “Can you just hold me please.” And he did just that, wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your head into his side, tucking you into him. Your tight black mini-dress rode up in the process, Bucky pulling the material back down your thighs the best he could. “Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him, seeing the genuine concern written all across his face. “He was rude, ignoring me the entire time, he didn’t even tip-” “Wait, he didn’t tip the server?” You shook your head, a small spark of appreciation fluttering in your chest from the shock of Bucky’s words. “Plus when I was walking to my car he grabbed me and kissed me without even asking.” You could feel Bucky’s grip tighten on you protectively, making your heart soar at his touch.

You both sat in comfortable silence as you brought your hands to your lips, “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think I could find a guy that wasn’t a total pig.” Bucky shook his head, “You deserve so much better, babydoll.”

You could feel Bucky’s shoulders start to loosen as he slowly dipped his head down, apparent of what he wanted. “Buck?” “Yeah?” “Don't stop.” Bucky leaned down, his nose brushing yours, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

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littleredwolf · 1 year

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Spontaneous Shenanigans

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N can always count on Bucky to turn a disappointing evening around.

Warnings: BRIEF mention of Bucky’s PTSD/overstepping boundaries.

Words: 1,107

A/N: The whole ‘failed date’ scenario just popped into my head and I thought some Bucky fluff would be the perfect way to remedy it!

You huffed a sigh as you shut the door behind you and slipped off your shoes, relieved to be back at the tower and out of your uncomfortable heels after yet another failed date. This routine was growing tiresome now, and after tonight you were considering admitting defeat and giving up the dating game altogether. You flicked through your various dating apps as you made your way to your room, coming across Bucky making hot chocolate on your way past the kitchen.

“Hey doll,” he greeted with a smile, frowning when he glanced at the clock on the oven. “I wasn’t expecting you back this early.”

“Yeah, neither was I,” you chuckled dryly, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect as you mounted a stool at the counter. “Needless to say I’m glad to be home.”

“Let me guess…he spent the whole time talking about the Avengers,” Bucky remarked, offering you his freshly made cup of hot chocolate and grabbing a mug to make another for himself. “Who took the spotlight this time?”

You took a sip of the warm beverage, feeling instant comfort, before answering.

"Steve."

Bucky shook his head.

“Damn, as much as I love the guy, the idea of spending my evening answering questions about him kinda ruins the mood…" he began, topping off his drink with some spray cream.

The sight of the Winter Soldier delicately placing marshmallows on his hot chocolate was one that never failed to amuse you, and you smiled fondly as you watched his gentle hands at work.

"I've lost count of how many times my dates have asked me for his number or the address of the gym he works out at," he continued. "It's like they see us as their all-access ticket to get the inside scoop."

You couldn't help but agree - as grateful as you were to be a part of the team, there were times when it felt more like a burden than a blessing. People didn't want to get to know you, only the company you kept. It was exhausting at times, but you were glad to have people like Bucky who understood the hardships and the less glamorous side of being part of a team of superheroes.

"I am sorry about your date though, doll," the super soldier added as he came around the counter to sit beside you. "It sucks when they don't work out the way you'd hoped."

"Thanks Buck," you smiled.

"Did you at least get dessert?" Bucky asked, his jaw dropping as you shook your head. "Really!? A true gentleman always lets his lady order dessert!"

"If we'd have made it to dessert I think I'd have ended up killing the guy," you laughed as you took another sip from your mug.

"That's fair, but it still ain't right," he concurred with a shake of his head. "You wanna go grab some ice cream?"

You nodded enthusiastically and gulped down the last of your hot chocolate, getting remnants of cream on your nose in the process and causing Bucky to laugh heartily.

You threw him a sour look as you wiped your nose clean then, quick as a flash, you dipped your finger in the leftover cream and swiped it on your laughing friend's nose. Bucky immediately froze and turned to you with a dark expression, and for a brief moment you feared you'd overstepped.

Was he okay with unexpected touching? Had you triggered an unpleasant memory by crossing his boundaries?

You met his gaze with uncertainty and prepared an apology on the tip of your tongue, but relaxed when his lips twitched and pulled up into a smirk.

"Oh, you'll regret that," he remarked, eyes blazing with mischief as he reached for the can of cream across the counter.

"You gotta catch me first!" You retaliated, launching yourself from the stool and breaking into a run as Bucky scrambled after you.

Your combined laughs bounced off the walls as he chased you around the ground floor, finally catching up to you in the lounge. Leaping over the couch, he easily dodged every cushion you flung his way in your desperate attempt at escape, grinning wickedly as he cornered you.

You backed up as far as you could go, pressing yourself up against the wall in the hope that you might somehow magically pass through it. As Bucky towered over you with a menacing look in his eye, the can of cream raised and aimed at you, you shot your hands up in surrender.

"Parley!" You squeaked, and Bucky faltered in his steps. He held your gaze for a moment as he considered your plea, then lowered the can with a shake of his head.

"Those damn pirate movies," he mused, stepping back and granting your freedom. "I'm not gonna watch anything else with you if you're just gonna use them against me!"

"Hey now, our movie nights are about more than just the movies you know - it's important education!"

"Alright boss, whatever you say," he said with a chuckle and another shake of his head.

"Hmm, boss. Now I do like the sound of that," you remarked, falling into step beside him as the two of you made your way back to the kitchen.

"Don't get used to it," he warned, giving you a playful nudge that sent you off-balance. You nudged him back, supposing that you’d have more luck moving a brick wall than trying to throw Bucky off-course. He laughed at your pitiful attempt and turned his attention to tidying the kitchen, which didn’t take long with your help.

“So how about that ice cream?” He asked and you eagerly nodded.

“Let me just get changed real quick, I think I’m a little overdressed for ice cream,” you added, referring to your date attire.

Bucky assessed your outfit, his unwavering gaze causing you to feel suddenly self-conscious. You’d taken great care in getting ready for the evening, highlighting your ‘assets’ in your attempts to look your best - it felt strange yet oddly exhilarating having Bucky paying attention to them.

“Sure,” he gruffly agreed, blinking rapidly as he set about locating his phone and wallet. “I’ll meet you in the car.”

A blush crept its way to your cheeks as you watched Bucky fumble around, feeling a self-esteem boost at the sight of the flustered super soldier. Now it was your turn to laugh and shake your head as you made your way up to your room to change, actually feeling relieved that your date hadn’t gone according to plan and looking forward to spending the evening with a good friend and some ice cream.

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