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spicymocha · a day ago
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Faking Sleep Blurb
Warnings: fluff
parings: Bucky x GN!Reader 
Summary: Bucky feels himself blush as he tries not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ on his left shoulder. Bonus: Bucky confess his feelings, without knowing the reader is faking their sleep and hears his confession. 
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Bucky doesn't know how to react when you fall asleep on his shoulder; specifically, his left shoulder connected with his metal arm, which he hated. He didn't feel the heavyweight until he shifted in his position, trying to find something comfortable. He watched as your eyes closed, the way your head nuzzled into his neck comfortably. Bucky's hand twitched - ready to carry you into the bedroom and let you sleep until you awoke, but he decided against it at the last minute. It would be incredibly rude of him to wake you, such a peaceful slumber, and now that you're unconscious. Bucky could look closely and study all the small features of your face without needing to embarrass himself or getting caught staring at you. "How silly of you to do this to me, y/n," he murmurs to himself. "To think that of all of the people, you'd be the one capable enough of breaking my guarded walls. Heh, and here I thought the humane emotions I had were gone, but I guess you've proved me wrong." He wonders why he's confessing his hidden feelings out in the open, where the both of you felt at your most vulnerable. Bucky leans closer to your face, his lips brushing against your own. With his nonmetal hand, the brunette caressed your face, softly brushing away a strand of hair behind your ear. Bucky finds himself enhanced by your beauty as he stays in the closed position for a long moment before he reluctantly pulls away - blushing. Looking off, Bucky doesn't notice the slight blush on your face as you struggle to keep your eyes closed. Maybe later, you can give Bucky a surprise of a lifetime cuddles and an innocent kiss. 
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propertyofpoeandbucky · 2 days ago
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He'll Never Know You Like I Do
Fandom: Marvel (Bodyguard AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x GN!Reader
As requested by anonymous: I know you’ve already done this before, but I’m so obsessed with Chubby!Bodyguard!Bucky and I’d literally read anything about him omg. Especially if he’s all rough on the outside but soft on the inside. 😩😭❤️
A/N:...so here's the thing...this turned out a bit angsty and i'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted! it just sorta happened!
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Bucky didn't like this one bit. Actually, he didn't just like it. He hated it. He hated that, in the public eye, you were Sam Wilson's beloved. Sam Wilson was charming, suave, outgoing, funny, fit...everything that Bucky believed he wasn't. Buck had a chubbier, heftier build, he was often quiet, a little shy, and introvert. However, he supposes he must've done something right since he gained your affections, right?
"Y/N! Y/N! Look here! How long have you and Sam been dating?!" Bucky did his best to keep the paparazzi from you. The flashing lights and the shouting. He doesn't know how do it. All these fuckers shoving the camera into his face, he'd probably deck one.
He continues to guide you and Sam into the restaurant where the staff keep them out. You follow the host to the very back corner to a booth where you and Sam could have your privacy.
Bucky sits at a nearby table with Torres, Sam's bodyguard. The kid's still new to all this, but, so far, he's done his best to protect Sam.
While you and Sam have dinner, Bucky does his best to remain aware of his surroundings. But it's hard to do so when the love of your life is acting all lovey dovey with someone else.
He's scanning the restaurant and its patrons when your laughter reaches his ears. He turns around and sees you throwing your head back in laughter. Sam chuckles, watching you lose it. Bucky doesn't like the look in his eyes.
"Hey," Torres nudges Bucky, "You good man?"
He answers through gritted teeth, "I'm fine," and continues to scan the place.
An hour and a half later, Bucky is following you and Sam out of the restaurant. He's glaring at how your hand fits in Sam's perfectly. He twinge of sadness hits him.
You and Sam eventually part ways and you slide into your car, Bucky following you.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, you sigh, immediately curling into Bucky's side. You may not know it, but you reek of Sam's cologne and it makes Bucky want to punch something.
Noticing how tense he was, you pulled back, "Hey, are you okay?"
"'m fine," he murmurs, looking out the window, avoiding your eyes.
"Bucky-"
"Not now," he mumbles, "When we get to your place."
"Okay," you breath out. You scoot away from him, leaning against the opposite door and looking out that window. You wracked your brain trying to figure out what was wrong.
When the two of you arrived to your place, Bucky immediately shed his jacket and poured himself a glass of scotch. You sat there on your couch watching him, waiting for an explanation.
After he finished, Bucky asked, "I hated seeing you with Sam."
"What? Bucky, you know this is all PR."
"I know, Muffin, I do. But I couldn't help but compare myself to him. He's-He's everything I'm not. You could go out in public with him and no one would bat an eye. You can't even be seen with me without being questioned about what our relationship may be. People judge you because of me, even if, to them, I'm just your bodyguard. It's my insecurities talking, I know, but I can't help the way that I feel because-Muffin, I love you so much. The thought that you could end up falling for Sam and leave me-"
"Bucky, babe, that's not gonna happen."
"But-"
"No, buts," you get up and walk over to Bucky to stand before him, "I love you too, Bucky. So much. I'm sorry that we can't do the things that normal couples do. I'm sorry I can't shout from the rooftops that you're mine and I'm yours. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. Besides...Sam's already with someone too."
"He is?"
"Yeah," you answer with a chuckle, "his childhood best friend, Riley. But Sam's been keeping it quiet for a while because he doesn't want people to attack Riley for just being with him. Honestly, I've been asking Sam for advise a lot about that. How he does it and everything."
"And?"
"He says it's hard, but he'd do anything to protect Riley, so it's worth it." You reach out and cup his face, your thumbs stroking the stubble along his chin and cheeks, "You have nothing to worry about, Bucky. To the public, I'm Sam Wilson's, but in private, in my mind, heart, and soul, I'm yours."
Bucky started to feel guilty, his eyes watering and he started to sniffle, "I'm sorry, Muffin."
"I forgive you, Bucky. You can't help the way you feel. I love you, never forget that, my precious, handsome man," you lean in and gently press your lips to his. He kisses you back just as gently, but also lovingly.
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darkbucky · 2 days ago
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pairing: dark!bucky barnes x reader
warnings: violence (not really detailed, but you can guess what he's trying to do), reader crying & begging, possessive behavior, bucky being a bit gross
a/n: idk why or how, but I had this idea of dark!bucky being possessive about reader having an old tattoo of their ex's name and trying to cut it off. (also, ik this is short + not really a fic, but I still wanted to include warnings just in case) *and if anyone like this idea, feel free to use it in a fic! I want to see y'all's interpretation*
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the pain was searing hot; it was a surprise you haven't passed out yet, but he was delighted you were conscious and aware – having you witness what he was doing to you, what he was trying to erase.
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as soon as bucky discovered your ex's name still inked on your body, it brought out something dark within him: possession slithered its way across his hands, coiled tightly around the handle of his blade.
“you're with me now, doll. I don't see why you haven't had this removed, when they're out of the picture.”
your stomach flipped in sync with his movements; the knife glinted in the light each time it dropped back down in his vibranium hand.
“b-bucky, you're scaring me,” your eyes darted frantically, like a cornered animal seeking an escape.
“no, no, it's okay. I'm doing this for us,” he cooed. “now, hold still for me, okay?”
you couldn't have outrun him even if you tried – you were no match for his super serum enhanced abilities. he had you on your back in a blur, his knees pressed down on your chest; the weight of him was oppressive.
“bucky, stop!” you wheezed. “please, don't do this!” you thrashed in his hold, eyes wild and pleading.
“do you not love me? is that why their name is still on you?” he gritted out, froth collecting at the corner of his mouth with every word. “maybe I should brand you as mine. leave a mark that will stay with you forever. won't you like that?”
tears spilled down your cheeks in a steady flow. bucky groaned as he took in the sight; his rough tongue lapped it up greedily – you flinched with every stroke, earning you a deep chuckle.
“are you ready, darlin'?” he grinned down at you, vibranium arm whirring as he brought the weapon closer to the offensive word engrained into your skin.
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Reputation (Bucky & Reader)
Summary: There’s only one bed but they’re both asexual so they just talk about their experiences instead. 
Gender/sexuality: neutral, asexual
Rating: Teen/Mature
Major Tags: only one bed, mentions of unwanted sexual attention, grey-sexual Bucky, sex positive Bucky, fluff, knives, friendship, platonic relationship
Words: 1978
Note: This one was not requested by anyone, it’s just an idea I had for the bingo! Please let me know what you thought! 
@buckybarnesbingo​ B065 square B5: asexuality
Related fics:  Pride 2021 - Bucky Barnes Fics - Complete Masterlist
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You hovered in the doorway a moment before releasing a heavy sigh. It was fine. Dumping your tactical bags on the bed – a single, the only one in the room – you immediately began to unpack your things. First, out came the spare t-shirts and the fluffy pair of socks Bucky had gifted you after your last joint mission. Next came the wide array of surveillance equipment and long range camera lenses. Finally, your collection of knives and a few choice pistols and explosives for just in case.
The blades were perfectly balanced and you couldn’t help but toss them into the air and practise a few tricks to calm your mind. It was much easier to block out your concerns about the mission with a weapon in each hand. You tossed them into the air, watched them spin beautifully before you snatched them back by the handle.
A few minutes later, a coded knock on the door alerted you to your partner’s arrival. Bucky strode in carrying the last bags from the van but his easy confidence faltered when he saw the small bed. His gaze flickered to you then pointedly away to the spread of weapons and equipment. “You do realise Juarez only travels two guards, right?”
     “Better to be prepared. Who knows how many guys the seller will bring.”
Bucky nodded, unable to fault the logic. You also knew for a fact that the larger of his rucksacks was also filled with weaponry so he really had no leg to stand on. You’d both been in the game far too long to risk being caught out in a fire fight, especially against someone as predictable as your current target.
Rolling your wrap of weapons, you cleared the bed and stretched out on your back across the mattress. You’d kept a single blade out to put beneath your pillow, probably an unnecessary precaution but one you followed religiously on field missions, and ran your thumb along the flat edge.
The silence the room was thick as Bucky paced back and forth, going over preparations that were long since sorted. By his fifth lap of the small room, you reached your tether. Waving the knife in his direction, you sat up and said, “I’ll ask, since you clearly won’t. How are we gonna do this? Should be big enough to top and tail.”
    “You are not putting your feet anywhere near my face.”
    “They don’t smell.”
    “No but they are like ice blocks. You really should see someone about your circulation.”
    “Says the man who has literally spent the past fifty years frozen. Anyway, I came prepared.” You reached down and pulled your rolled up fluffy socks from the pile by your feet. A perfectly aimed throw had the hit land square in his chest and you grinned, victorious.  
Bucky launched the socks back at you, purposefully missing your head by less than an inch. Even though he rolled his eyes, you could see the happiness that came from realising you were actually making use of his gift to you. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Your groan was involuntary, a natural and perfectly rational reaction given that you went through this performance every single time you ended up sharing a room for a night. He’d call you dramatic only to then form a nest of blankets and pillows on the ground like a little bird building a nest and ignore every further comment on the topic. Every time it happened you spent the whole night unable to sleep out of guilt for hogging the bed and both of you would be tired and grumpy come the morning.
Shaking your head, you said, “Nope. We’re not doing that again. Share the bed or tell me why you make such a big deal about it.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Now I really want to know.” You patted the space on the mattress beside you. “Sit. Or is that against the rules too? Promise I don’t bite.” When he still made no move, you sighed, “You’re not the only one that finds it awkward, okay? I know what the expectations, or implications at least, are of sharing a bed with someone.”
Bucky frowned, clearly not following, and you wondered if this was what it was like to be a parent and give the talk to a child. Surely he couldn’t be so obtuse and unaware of how the other agents gossiped. You had lost count of the number of stories that started, ‘and there was only one bed.’ You didn’t judge them at all – this was a tough job and everyone deserved a little stress relief – but that didn’t mean you wanted to find yourself in one such tale.
Void of delicacy, you blurted, “Look, I like you, Buck. I really do but if you need me to clear the air then I will; I don’t want to sleep with you. I’m sure there are lots of agents that do but I have no desire to spend the night pressed up against all of this.” You waved your hand over his torso, probably a far more threatening motion than you had been going for what with the blade in your grip. “That said, I also don’t think it’s fair that you put your back out for my comfort so we’ll make do, yeah? Without any of that expectation.”
The entire range of human emotion appeared to flicker across his face before his expression settled on something between relief and curiosity. Bucky shifted onto his side, head propped up on a bent arm. “Is there someone else you’d rather sleep with?”
You shook your head. “Nope. I’m not really interested in any of that.”
    “Are you asexual?” Realising how brash his question sounded, Bucky quickly backtracked. “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me that. It’s none of my business.”
    “It’s alright. I’m not ashamed of it. S’just the way I am. I could be in a room surrounded by the most gorgeous people in the world and I’d be more interested in the paint on the walls. I didn’t think you’d know the term. A lot of people don’t.”
Bucky scratched the back of his neck, tugging at the dark hairs that had gone too long without a trim. His lack of response struck you as odd given he’d never shied away from other topics of conversation before before you were hit by a realisation of your own.
Gently, you asked, “Are you asexual?”
    “Sort of. I never really feel… You know.” He gestured vaguely downward. His reluctance to put his desire – or lack there of – into words would have been highly amusing if it wasn’t such a visibly private topic for him. “Takes a long time to develop that sort of interest in a person. Gotta know them really well.”
    “How do your dates take that? I’ve seen you out and about a couple times with people.”
He shrugged, plucking the blade from your hand. He rolled onto his back and muttered, “This is nice.”
Pressing the point against the centre of his metal palm, he twisted it round feigning intrigue at the beautifully carved patterns on the flat surface. While you were concerned that the vibranium would blunt your precious weapon, you knew he needed the distraction more in that moment. You could always resharpen it later.
    “Don’t bother telling them, most of the time,” Bucky admitted. “Back before the War, I didn’t realise it wasn’t the norm. And now I know pretty quickly when it’s not gonna be serious so we go out a few times, we fuck and then we go separate ways. We have fun and move on. No need to tell them the truth.”
    “And that, my friend, is how you get the reputation you have.” That frown returned and you realised that he had no idea about the tales that spread through the HQ like wildfire. Oh, the poor, oblivious bastard. “You didn’t think it was strange that more often than not you end up in single rooms on missions? Your reputation precedes you. Everyone wants a piece of you.”
The blade stilled against his palm. Considering that he had fearlessly faced down hoards of enemy soldiers, fought HYDRA’s control for decades and been all together probably the bravest person you had every met, Bucky certainly looked shocked and a little terrified by the implication of your words. “I thought it was just accounting keeping the costs down.”
You burst out laughing. It shouldn’t be funny but for someone that could pick an enemy target out of a crowd of thousands he really was oblivious. “No, Buck. Pretty much all of them put in requests for single rooms. It’s the infamous one bed trope, isn’t it? Cuddle up and accidentally get you riled in the hope that you rail them. I mean, it would be the same for pretty much any agents sharing a bed – they don’t really get the chance to go out and let off steam so take advantage of the situation – but you’re definitely the current favourite wet dream around the water cooler crowd.”
    “Well, shit.” He started twirling the knife again, digesting this new information.
    “Does it make you uncomfortable?” you asked. “Knowing people want to sleep with you?”
Bucky shrugged. “Makes me feel pretty good about myself, really. I don’t, though. You know that right? Not on the job.”
    “I’m not judging, bud. You don’t have to convince me. There’s more than one way to be asexual and I’m not gonna hold your wild sex life against you. So long as you’re being safe and having fun -”
    “God, you’re as bad as Sam.” Although intended as an insult, his words came out far more like a compliment. You certainly wouldn’t complain about being compared to a man as good as Wilson. “Can I ask you a question?” You nodded. “When you saw the one bed…”
    “I won’t stoke your ego any more than I already have. It didn’t fill me with carnal lust, if that’s what you’re asking, though.”
    “If I had been someone else -”
You rolled your eyes, feeling like the conversation was beginning to circle. “I told you. It wouldn’t make a difference. I have no interest in sleeping with you or anyone else.”
Bucky shook his head. Even from the side you saw his features take on a darker edge and you realised where his thoughts were heading. “Has anyone tried to ‘take advantage of the situation’ with you?”
That crack on the ceiling became very interesting and it was only when Bucky offered over your blade did you feel the tension ease. You wrapped your fingers around the handle and pressed the point against your fingertip, noting that he had indeed managed to blunt the end. Twirling it around in almost the exact same way he had, you gave a little shrug and said, “A few tried. The sensible ones backed off when I made it clear I wasn’t interested.”
    “And the others?”
    “Found out first hand what I can do with my knives.”
    “Good. If you ever have trouble with anyone, you tell me. I’ll deal with them.” You’d always known that Bucky would protect you if you asked but hearing the words made you feel all warm inside. “Are you hungry?”
Of course talking about threatening arseholes made him want to eat. What else did you expect?
You sat up straight, stretching out your spine. Maybe Bucky had had the right idea after all; the floor probably was more comfortable than the lumpy mattress. “I could eat. And, hey, if you ever wanna talk about ace stuff I’m happy to listen. Or, if you like, I can start spreading a rumour that you’re absolutely terrible in bed so people stop vying to share with you.”
Unsurprisingly, Bucky was quite vocally against that idea.
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goldengoddess · 3 days ago
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call it what you want - bucky barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: falling in love with your best friend is hard, especially if all you want is to wear his initials on a chain round your neck & kiss his face
a/n: oh my god i’m so proud of this i’m in my feels just writing it :’) pls understand the reference and appreciate it, my swiftie heart needs it !!!!! pls lmk what u guys think <3
warnings: a lil angst but honesty it’s very fluffy okay
bucky barnes was not a man of many words. he was a man made up of long looks and subtle hints, mysterious in nature. unpredictable and yet incredibly reliable. 
but most importantly he was a man made up of so so much love. brimming with it, actually. bucky was made to love others.
you knew that, of course. he had shown you in every way how it felt to truly be loved.
but his love was slow, and painful, and often time consuming. the kind of love that came out in little actions, that took months, even years, to really feel it.
you'd been more than happy to be patient. to wait while bucky realized that you weren't going anywhere, that you weren't afraid of him, that he didn't need to push you away. your patience had been worth it, all beautiful things take time.
and your friendship with bucky was just that, beautiful. he trusted you more than any other person in the compound. well, other than steve of course. 
though neither of you had ever said it aloud, you were his person. and he was yours. the two of you relied on each other more than you cared to admit. during missions, when his command and voice had saved you a countless number of times. but also just in your daily lives, where your comforting presence put him at ease in uncomfortable situations.
 your heart was bursting with love and admiration for the man you had watched grow out of his shell into something better, someone stronger.
and how could you not fall in love with someone like james buchanan barnes?
frankly, it was inevitable. 
everything he did made you fall deeper into this sinking, fantastic, terrifying, love for him. the way he said your name. the way he looked for you in a crowd. the way he understood what you were thinking before you even had to say it aloud. the way he always placed his fingers on your back as you walked. the way he adopted a stray cat off the streets and let you name it. 
falling for your best friend? more likely then you might think.
and even though just the color of his eyes made you want to kiss him senseless, you couldn't do anything about it. 
it would be selfish of you to act on your feelings. it would mean taking away the lifelong friendship the two of you had built. 
so as you sat beside him on his bed, your head on his metal shoulder, some cliché movie you told bucky he needed to watch playing in front of you, your heart longed for the soldier sitting next to you. 
bucky's hand traced little patterns on your thigh, just lines and every now and then a small circle. you were more focused on his touch than on the plot of the movie, the way bucky was.
but bucky's mind was on everything but the film. all of his attention was focused on your breathing, the way it hitched slightly whenever he let his fingers linger on your thigh for too long. the way you closed your eyes in content whenever something funny happened. he was watching you, in awe of you. 
lately, bucky couldn't do anything but admire you. 
as the movie played on you fiddled with your hands as a distraction, praying that your plaguing thoughts would calm down so you could enjoy this moment with bucky. but when he started drawing letters on your thigh you knew it was no use. the movie was the last thing you cared about right then. 
you peaked your eyes at him, finding him already watching you. you averted your eyes to his hand on your thigh and focused on the letter. “h” you said out loud, “e,y. hey,” you combined his letters. you felt bucky nod his head and then begin again, spelling out ‘doll’ on your thigh. 
you grinned up at him, feeling the air leave your lungs at the icy blue of his eyes. “hey doll,” you laughed, “hey buck.”
he smiled back at you. the way you said his name made him turn into an absolute mess. he knew he’d do anything for your if you just said his name in that pretty way of yours. 
his smile had a similar effect on you. a blush spread across your cheeks and you moved your eyes back to your fingers on your lap, wishing your had a ring or something to fiddle around with. 
bucky furrowed his brows at your anxious movements, “you okay honey?”
you nodded your head but the anxious butterflies in your stomach increased at his much too sweet nickname. 
he lifted your head off of his shoulder, forcing you to sit cross legged facing you. you let out a small whine at the loss of contact, since he had to move his hand off of your thigh. he chuckled and grabbed your hands so you’d stop moving them around, “honey?”
you let out a sigh, if only you could tell him what was really bothering you. if only you could tell him that every single touch, word, action from him sent your body and mind into overdrive. tell him how unfair it was that he had so much control over you. “just wish i had something to mess with” you said lightly. 
bucky thought on your words for a moment, visually searching his room for something he could give you. then he heard the familiar ‘clink’ of his dog tags touching around his neck. he let out a shaky breath and the idea but this was you. he let go of his hand and slipped the chain off of his neck and around yours.
you let out a small gasp as the cold metal pressed on the back of your neck. your fingers instinctively went to the tags on the chain and pressed them between your fingers. your mouth was parted in shock as you looked up at him, not understanding why he’d given you his most prized possession.
he shrugged, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, “just mess with my dog tags. it’s no big deal.”
that was it. those words send you over the edge. enough was enough. how could he say it wasn’t a big deal? when the action made your mind go wild. it was a big deal, by giving you his tags bucky was giving you yet another part of him.
a part of him you didn’t want to have as just a friend. these tags were meant to mean something. you needed them to mean something. because you wanted to mean something more to bucky.
you let out a scoff and took the chain off of your neck, aggressively placing them back in his hands.
the look on bucky’s face was a mixture of confusion and hurt and it broke your heart in two. but you couldn’t do this anymore, the what if scenarios, questioning if every one of his actions was friendly or romantic, the possibility of something more right around the corner.
you climbed off the bed and patted your wrinkled clothing down. you gave bucky a look that you hoped conveyed what you were feeling, heartbroken and angry. angry that you couldn’t have him the way you wanted to.
“what’s wrong?” bucky asked softly, moving towards the edge of the bed so his feet were placed firmly on the floor.
you shook your head and made your way towards the exit of his bedroom. it was childish, the way you were reacting. your anger wasn’t at bucky, even if you were slightly taking it out on him. it wasn’t even about his dog tags. your anger and hurt was directed towards this situation, towards yourself. you were angry at yourself for falling for the person that meant the most to you in the world.
before you could open the door though, bucky had gotten up and grabbed your wrist, effectively turning you to face him. “doll, what’s wrong?”
you let out an angry huff and poked at his chest, “it’s not a big deal? really buck? they’re your dog tags, they’re the biggest deal! how could you even say that?”
he tilted his head to the side in confusion, “you’re angry about my dog tags?”
you let out a frustrated groan and moved away from him. as you paced back and forth across the room you tried to explain yourself, “it’s not about that! it’s about everything else! it’s about us. i don’t want to not be a big deal to you. i want to wear your initial on a chain ’round my neck! because you really know me! i want those dog tags to be something we can share. but not if it doesn’t mean anything to you. not if it doesn’t mean to you what it means to me. how i feel about you is a big deal james.”
you sucked in a breath and realized you had stopped pacing. you didn’t dare look up at bucky. you knew he was watching you, could feel his stare. you hadn’t outright admitted your feelings but you might as well have. there were few ways to interpret your words.
you watched his feet step closer towards you, until you were sure that if you looked up you would meet bucky’s intense gaze. he didn’t give you much of a choice, grabbing your chin with his flesh fingers and forcing you too look at him.
his eyes were glittering with something new. some hidden feeling you’d only seen a handful of times. an emotion bucky tried to keep hidden away for a long time.
“doll” he pleaded, not adding anything else.
you shook your head and closed your eyes in an attempt to keep your embarrassed tears at bay. “just say it” you said, just say that you don’t want me like that, that i’ve lost you forever.
you kept your eyes closed as you felt him let go of your chin. you prepared yourself to hear him walking away, closing the door behind him, never to speak to you again. instead, for the second time that night, you felt cold metal on the back of your neck and an unfamiliar weight against your chest.
you opened your eyes and found bucky staring at the chain around your neck. he picked up his hand and caressed your cheek lovingly.
he took a deep breath and both of you prepared for whatever he would say next. “honey. i did one thing right, and that was trust you. it was letting you see all the parts of me, and trusting that you would still want me around. you love my love me like i’m brand new. and it’s all i’ve ever wanted. you, are all i’ve ever wanted.”
he picked up the tags hanging on the chain and rubbed them with his other hand, “this is just another part of me i want you to have. you already own my heart and every other part of me, might as well have my initial ’round your neck too.”
the blush on his cheeks made your own face heat up. you couldn’t quiet comprehend what he was saying, couldn’t accept it as a reality. this whole moment felt like a day dream.
bucky ducked his head down and placed his forehead against yours. you closed your eyes happily. all of the anger and tension from earlier, dissipating from your body, replaced by pure bliss at the feeling of bucky so close to you. the air was charged with something new, and the both of you could feel it. and you both welcomed it.
“hey bucky?” you whispered, still not opening your eyes in fear that it would break whatever spell you two were under.
“yes doll?” he whispered back and you could practically hear the smile he was more than likely wearing as he answered.
"what's this thing between us?” you asked hesitantly.
bucky moved his head away from yours, causing you to open your eyes. he grabbed the sides of your face and grinned like a fool, “call it what you want to, i just know i want you.”
later, as the two of you sat tangled together, closer than ever before, you couldn’t help but touch the dog tags around your neck. now they didn’t feel so foreign. they were familiar, the same way bucky was familiar. bucky traced little patterns on your thigh that night, similar to how he had earlier. but now you felt the distinct outline of little hearts, and you knew that nothing else mattered much when you had bucky.
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officialcharactersimp · 4 days ago
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'Tis But A Flesh Wound
Summary: reader comes back from a mission and they’re hurt so bucky helps them to clean up their injuries, and then they just like stare at each other, confess their feelings or sum, and then they fuck 😎, [also reader gets real sleepy and Bucky thought they were only into girls]. thanks to @h1ghtodeath for your help in brainstorming! A/N: I said I'd post today and it's (checks time) 11:55, so I've got 5 minutes to spare! Also this is what happens when I write when I'm sleepy! Reader is sleepy! WC: 2.1k of fluffy smex
CW: NSFW!! 18+!!; soft smut; mention of injury; you could argue slight somno if you really really wanted to?; k that's it.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Bucky says, one hand around you as he helps you into your bathroom.
“It’s fine, Bucky, really,” you say, trying to get him to let you walk on your own to no avail. He shakes his head.
“You look like shit, y/n,” he says bluntly with a hint of a smile.
“Thanks,” you reply with your own hint of a smile. He (in all his super-solider glory) picks you up and sets you on the counter, opening one of the cabinets after.
“Where do you keep your medical supplies?” he asks, closing that one and opening another cabinet.
“Bucky, I can take care of it myself,” you tell him, moving to get up and get them yourself.
“Nah-ah-ah, y/n, keep your cute little butt on the counter and tell me where they are,” he says firmly. You feel heat rising in your face and sit back down.
“In the bottom left one, middle shelf,” you sigh, feeling like a stupid middle-schooler for your blush. That’s just how Bucky is, he’s not flirting with you. Well, at least, he’s not flirting with you any more than he does every single human on the planet. It’s just Bucky. You shake your head, trying to stop blushing by the time he turns back to you. You must succeed, because he shows no sign of a reaction to it. He sets the supplies on the counter next to you, grabs a stool, and takes a seat in front of you.
“Alright, now, le’me see that leg,” he says. You put your leg up for him to see, and after a moment he wets a washcloth with water. You wince a little while he cleans it of dirt and debris, but when it comes to the alcohol, you flat-out hiss at the pain. He gives an apologetic but amused grin at the sound, hesitating for a moment but knowing it will be better for everyone if he just gets it over with. He packs it with ointment, covers it, and wraps your leg firmly, then looks up at you.
“How’s that feel?” he asks. You nod.
“It feels good. Thanks,” you say. He smiles and stands, not thinking about how his seating arrangement means when he stands, it’s between your legs and uncomfortably close. You look at him, finding him staring straight back.
“Sometimes I really wish you were into guys,” he sighs, then starts to back up.
“Wait, what? You think I don’t like guys?” you grab his arm, keeping him in place to make sure you get your answer.
“I mean, with your ogling over Natasha all the time, I just thought…” he reached up and scratched the back of his neck with the arm you weren’t holding onto.
“Everyone ogles over Natasha,” you point out. “Including you.” He smiles a bit at that. “But, wait, why do you wish I was into guy—oh,” oh, you halt yourself at the realization. “You couldn’t mean that you—” you turn red.
“That’s exactly what I mean, sweetheart,” he says, his cheeks turning a little red. You feel yourself heating up and hope he can’t notice. “But don’t worry, y/n, I know we’re just friends and all,” he says, and you shake your head, sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers with his own, smiling a little shakily.
“We don’t have to just be friends,” you say quietly with a squeeze.
“We don’t?”
“Nope,” you pop the P as you speak. “I like you, too. I just never thought you would like someone like me,” you shrug.
“Don’t say that,” he says, picking up your chin with his free hand. “You’re amazing just how you are. I promise,” he says, leaning in for a soft, gentle, timid kiss. After the momentary surprise wears off, you kiss him right back, closing your eyes and leaning into him. You squeeze each other’s hands tightly as his other arm finds its way to the small of your back. You bring yours up to rest on his chest as you both deepen the kiss. Soon both of you are using both hands to explore, still gentle and slow, neither of you going further than the other, kissing and touching and breathing against each other. It’s only when he starts to get hard that he pulls back with an apologetic grin.
“Bucky—“
“Don’t worry, y/n, I know you just got back from a mission. You’re exhausted. Not that I would expect for you to—“
“We’ll just take it easy then, huh?” you ask, pulling him back to you.
“Hey, hold on. You sure you want this?” he asks, his eyes searching yours methodically. You nod.
“Yes, Bucky, I do, please,” you grab onto his shirt tightly. He grins.
“Well, I can’t argue with that, sweetheart. But we’ll take it nice and slow,” he says, hands finding their way under you to lift you into his arms and take you to your bed. He sits down, you straddling his lap, and kisses you. You bury your face in his chest and begin rocking your hips against his crotch gently. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with another person, and this is already much better than humping your pillow (which never really gets you off anyways). You let out a soft, breathy moan into him and his hands come up to your waist, gently guiding your movements.
“Bucky…” you say gently.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he says, and you tug at the hem of his shirt. “Oh, I get it,” he says. “Want more now?” you nod and lean back to allow him to take off his shirt. You take the opportunity to get yours off as well, and while you’re admiring his chest and abs, he manages to get both of your pants off. Now you’re straddling him still, but the only thing between your dripping core and his very hard member is two thin layers of cotton. You feel yourself heating up again and look away. Once more, he tilts your chin up to look at him.
“None of that, love,” he says, kissing you gently. “Just keep doing what you were doing.” His hands find their way down to their hips and help you find your rhythm again. “That’s it,” he praises gently, groaning. Both of you are starting to breathe harder now, and the fabric between you is soaked through. Still, however thin and useless the barrier, it represents something. You keep grinding down on him, his grip on you growing tighter, both your sounds building, until finally he pulls back a bit and looks at you.
“You’re sure?” you ask one last time.
“Yes. You?”
“Yes,” you nod. Slowly, you both lift up and remove your underthings. You sit back onto his thighs a bit, looking down between you.
“Too big?” he smirks.
“Don’t think so,” you shake your head. “But it is big. And it’s been awhile since…” you trail off. He nods.
“Me too. Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he says. “Just tell me if you wanna stop or need something, okay?” he kisses your forehead and you nod in agreement. Slowly, he grips your hips again and guides you to hover just above him, then uses one hand to rub his tip against you. You flat-out whine at the sinsation ((an actual typo I made and then left in)), earning a chuckle. “You like that sweetheart?” he asks. You nod. “You ready to feel me filling you up?” he says in a low voice that makes you shiver. After another nod, he begins guiding you down, filling you slowly until you’re settled back down on his lap. Both of you sigh deeply in relief. “I hope you feel as good as I do, sweetheart, cuz holy fuck,” he whispers.
“You can say that again,” you agree with a breath of laughter. “Wanna move,” you say, squirming a little.
“Alright, darlin’, go ahead,” he says sweetly, and you begin to rock your hips again. His low, sinful groans fill your ears and only encourage you. He uses his hands on your hips to start to move you a little more up and down with your rocking motion, and oh god, it feels good. You let out a little whimper. “You’re a quiet one, huh?” he asks, no malice in his voice.
“Helps me focus on how good it feels,” you confirm his suspicion.
“Alright with me, darlin’,” he says. “Just makes every sound you make mean more,” he smirks. You laugh a little and nod.
Bucky, on the other hand, is far from quiet, but it’s not at all like some of the over-zealous, obviously fake sounds you’ve heard in porn or through walls. It’s genuine, low, husky grunts and moans that only serve to turn you on more. His vocalness is to him as your quietness is to you, and you revel in it, drinking every sound he makes.
He can tell that, even if you’re not a moaner, your breath says it all. And this close to you, with his forehead pressed to yours, he can hear the tiny little sounds that barely make it out of your throat when he does something right—the way your breath hitches and your gasps rub your vocal chords, the way you sigh, the way you whimper so softly he’s not always sure he heard it—he revels in it, drinking in every sound you make.
He can tell the mission and the exhaustion is catching up to you when your movements begin to slow and your head leans down onto his shoulder. He smiles, enamored, and leans to whisper into your ear.
“Wanna stop and go to sleep, sweetheart?”
“No,” you murmur. “Feels good. ‘M just tired,” you tell him.
“Want me to take over?” he offers, and you nod against him. He feels you giving him more control, not quite going limp, but not really focusing on your movements either. His grip becomes firmer as he begins to both move you and thrust up into you gently, letting out a groan that rumbles in his chest and reverberates in yours. “So good for me, honey, so good,” he says, and you hum a little at his praise.
Eventually, he leans back against the headboard so he can pull you up a little while letting you lean on him. Now, he’s able to thrust up into you better, and the weight shift means he can hold your hip with one hand and use the other to slide between your bodies and play with the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where your bodies are connected. He smiles when he hears the way you gasp, then whimper just a bit.
“Where do you want me to come, sweetheart?” he asks you.
“Inside…” you murmur. “I’m on the pill.”
“Aww, you wanna feel my nice warm load fill you up?” he coos. You nod.
“Yes, Bucky, please,” you say against his shoulder.
“Alright. I can do that for you, darlin’. You close?”
“Mhmmm,” you hum.
“Good. Wanna make you come first,” he says, angling his hips to hit inside you just right and rubbing your bundle of nerves just so. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, hips bucking as you squeeze your hands on his shoulders. You whine high in your throat when the wave first washes over you, then dissolve into gasps and sighs as you ride it out. Bucky lets himself go as soon as he knows you’re coming, holding onto you tight and burying himself all the way in you as he groans loudly, burying his face in your neck. The two of you ride out your ecstasy together, holding tight and breathing in every moment, and when you’re finally done, Bucky lifts you off of himself and carries you to the bathroom.
“Wanna go to sleep,” you complain.
“I know. But you gotta pee and let me clean you up, y/n. You’re in bad enough shape already without getting an infection,” he says, kissing your forehead and then setting you down on the toilet. Begrudgingly, you comply, going to the bathroom and then letting him clean your thighs and core with a washcloth. “See? That wasn’t so bad, huh?” he says, scooping you up once again and taking you back to bed.
“Actually, it was probably the worst thing ever,” you joked sleepily.
“Me making you take a piss is worse than your leg wound?” he asks.
“Yes, infinitely so,” you mutter, pressing yourself into his chest once he has you both under the covers.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he says with a chuckle. “You can hate me for it in the morning.”
“Could never hate you,” you say.
“And I could never hate you either,” he says.
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I Killed Them (Gender Neutral Reader)
🌈-Fluff
⛈-Angst
🌧-Both ☁️-Undecided/I don’t freaking know ⚡️🔥-Triggering Possible
Word count:214
Warning: none really? IDK TBH
There is gonna be one for the X-Men that is very similar, mostly just some names will be changed.
This is also came to me while watching The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2, after Finnick’s death. And on with his death, WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE KILLED? WHY COULDN’T GALE HAVE BEEN KILLED? NO OFFENSE (full offense), BUT HE REALLY DESERVES IT!
Also, all the characters I have tagged/have masterlist on are just ones I currently write for/have something in the works for them, but it can be anyone you wish from the MCU
Also, random, but I got carried away and now there’s an extended version of this with dialogue. I’ll release it too if ya’ll want it
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Y/N fell back, unsure of what they had to do next. They had done it. They had killed one of the only people who they knew always trusted them. Well, they didn’t directly do it, but they were the reason they had died. 
Y/N knew that everyone was yelling their name. Yelling for them to move. To get up and run. But they couldn’t. They’re body was stuck to the floor. The screams of their name stuck in Y/N’s head. The screams for them to help. 
Y/N felt someone grab their arm. Pulling them up. Their voice was louder than  the others. But it still sounded miles away. What was being said didn’t even  register. But even with it not registering, they knew what was being said. They would be back. HYDRA would be back and they would get them. Get them when they were so close to winning this. If they stayed, they would all be killed.
But what was so wrong with that? Peace never lasts forever. This was proof. Even when what they were living in wasn’t peaceful, it was better than this. Innocent people dying. People they loved dying. Their home was gone. Any sense of normalcy they used to have was completely gone.
And that was never coming back.
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crueltyofchaos · 6 days ago
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Apollo
summary: and he is scorching the skin of your heart, yet he still pretends, that he is safe for you to love.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
warnings: angst, fire.
a/n: Apollo by Emily Palermo
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He is bright. That's what he is. He is warm and bright, like the sun. Despite his cold demeanor, deep down you know that there is warmth. There is passion and care and fear and all things human.
And although he assumes he is a beast, you only see beauty. You see something lovable and admirable and you want him. You have him.
The sun inside him rages like wildfire and he is gold.
"Kiss me," he begs breathlessly.
Already you are covered in bruises, painted golden by the dying sun outside your window. Blood is caked against your skin, the remnants of a massacre. You're used to it by now, a perk of the job.
You're in pain as he holds you against his chest, crushing you. But he's desperate. He's broken and only you can fix him. You know this, but you're tired, and all you want to do is sleep but he's pouncing on you like a panther with a wide, toothy grin.
"Bucky-"
"please," he whined.
Eventually you give in. His lips are soft against yours, you melt into the kiss. A sigh escapes you as you allow him to hold you up. He backs you against the door, gently cornering you, cradling you.
Warmth spreads down your spine as his hands roam your battered body. One rests over your chest, feeling for your heartbeat that he knows is there. To make him feel alive, he says. But he has a heartbeat of his own, and he elects to ignore it. Monsters have hearts too, he says, but not all hearts are good like yours.
And he is scorching the skin of your heart, and yet still he pretends, that he is safe for you to love.
His grip leaves little finger print bruises on your skin, you're sure that your lip is bloody from him pulling at it. You groan as he squeezes particularly hard, he takes his chance to sweep his tongue into your mouth.
That his hands are gentle, that his fingerprints won't be seared into the notches of your spine.
He is sweetly violent. A delight, really. And you love him, you do. But you're tired, and you're broken. And you so desperately need someone to kiss you better for once, instead of draining the life from you for their own selfish needs.
The sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze; and he knows his, he does.
And you burn. All you ever seem to do is burn. You burst into flames every time he is around. His touch sears your skin, his kisses melt your calm veneer. You are singed at the edges. Your fingertips are blackened and burned. He leaves a smoky taste in your mouth that never fades.
And still he asks me to love him, to face the flame.
"I love you," he mumbles against your skin.
His words fly like sparks, searing into your brain. It burns. You choke. It's overwhelming. It's like you've inhaled all the smoke you can and yet still you're alive, still you're burning.
"I love you, too!" Because that is the only thing that will soothe the roaring, ferocious fire that rages in your ribs.
Find you in the ashes.
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You’re my mission - Chapter 3(AU)
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1276
Series warnings: angst, abuse, manipulation, violence, brainwashing, mind wiping, trauma, ptsd, eventual fluff, eventual smut(if I’m brave)
Blurb: You didn’t know who you were, or where you were. You had powers you couldn’t control, and a mind that was just as far from your reach. All you knew were two things; 1. Obey your handler, 2. Kill James “Bucky” Barnes… no matter what
(An: sorry these take so long! I have terrible time management skills, but I’m working on it!! I promise!!)
Previous chapters can be found on my masterlist! (Pinned post)
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After Steve and Wanda had reentered the room they were questioning you in, Buvky decided that his presence around you might only make things worse, so he silently walked around the compound, deep in thought. He couldn’t wrap his head around what was done to you, or who was the one that did it. The only thing he was sure of was that someone had to have gotten hold of the Memory Suppressing Machine. If Hydra had found a way to rebuild itself, then it could be sure it would be dismantled once more.
“Doctor Cho, can you and Bruce examine her/him/them? Just do whatever you see fit, but she/he/they doesn’t/don’t have many memories.” Steve said
“Of course, we’ll do what we can” Helen reassured.
Steve guided you to sit on the examination table, you obeyed, but kept your mind on your surroundings as to find the perfect opportunity of escape
“Hello, my name is Doctor Banner, and this is Doctor Cho” Bruce softly stated, gesturing towards Helen.
Helen carefully rolled up your sleeves and took your blood pressure as Bruce started to ask you questions
“What’s your name?” He asked
When you didn’t answer Helen started asking questions too, “do you know where you’re from?”
You continued to stay silent, preferring to observe the windows and doors.
“Look, we know that you don’t remember much, but if there is anything you do remember let us know”
You sighed at their pestering, and continued to go over various scenarios that could happen when you escape. Making sure to plan for even a slight change in wear your feet could land.
You remained undistracted in your thoughts until you saw something come towards your head. You didn’t get a good look at the object but the glance sent you somewhere unknown but familiar. You felt an electric burn throughout your head and the silhouette of something above you had to be the source. The pain ripped through your whole body as you tried to stop the pain. With a scream you finally came to see that you hadn’t gone anywhere. But the man that was examining you was on the floor clutching his head and struggling while the woman was desperately trying to calm him down.
You were unsure of everything, there were new emotions and fears overtaking you. Trying to make sense of what you saw you left the room and frantically wandered the slate halls. When you saw him, your mission. Your rage and terror ceased as the thought of completing your mission drowned all other noise out. Bucky barely had time to notice your split second change in behavior when you started towards him aggressively.
“We don’t need to do this again!” He reasoned
But you answered by beginning your assault, mixing every technique you knew together to complete your mission. He only blocked and dodged your attacks, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you after you’d been through everything he had. When your physical attacks began getting more and more aggressive Bucky felt a burning in his chest, and welling in his eyes. The combination of your raw strength and powers overwhelming the soldier. You’d once again had him on the ground, handicapping him through suffering while you moved to choke him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he stuttered “...please”
You wickedly smiled as his eyes began to slowly roll into his head, but as a flash of red combated your pink glow your body was forced away from Bucky’s. You immediately recognized Wanda in front of you.
“That’s enough” she said, she was prepared
You smirked and readied yourself for a fight when you saw her head tilt.
Bucky tried his best to get up and regain some self of sense, “Wanda?”
“Bucky, I think it’s best if you leave.”
Bucky pulled himself out of the way as you began attacking Wanda. She easily blocked the waves of emotions you sent at her but the distraction allowed you to land a few hits on the powerful woman. She quickly rebounded and began pushing you back, she was going easy on you. You knew that, she knew that, but neither of you knew how you’d handle her full capability. When you finally managed to break her defenses she felt herself become tired and confused. You weren’t giving up and it seemed to be working. While you had her in your grasps you unleashed blow after blow onto her until she sent you flying away. She’d become angry, and she wasn’t going to go easy any longer. As her hands moved you felt your body begin to move by her will, your hands and legs folding into your stomach. You had to do something, you had to complete your mission, then it would all make sense. At all costs.
With the last of your strength and a piercing scream you unleashed all of your night into a powerful blast. The aftermath of which spread throughout the compound, a pink hue satiating the gray color scheme. Wanda was able to shield herself from your torment, but she could hear the terrorized thoughts of the others in the compound, but yours stood out to her the most. Thousands upon thousands of memories flooding your mind, shuffling over and over to try and make sense of it all. It was as if a one million piece puzzle was dumped in your brain in an instant, and you couldn’t handle it. Wanda watched as you went from smiles to cries and to screams of terror, your form somehow shrunken. She slowly walked over to you, and when you noticed you retreated, your shaking form like an innocent child caught in the crossfire.
“P-please,” you cried, “please d-d-don’t hurt me”
“I won't, I promise,” Wanda reassured. She decided that she would need to get the team back in shape after your blast. She quietly walked over to Bucky and gently eased his mind, and after reassuring him they went to do the same with the others. Soon, everyone was mostly fine, but more than ready to know what happened. As they reached where Wanda had left you, they saw you staring out the window, waves of tears racking through your body. As everyone quietly debated who would be best to approach you, Bucky took it upon himself to do so as he’d be the only one who could truly understand what had happened to you.
“What’s your name?” He asked softly, the question making you jump and take a defensive stance. His eyebrows lifted as he saw your fear, he took a step back before speaking again.
“I’m not gonna hurt you… just tell me your name”
You knitted your eyebrows impossibly closer together and shook your head furiously.
“I’m so sorry” you choked out, “don’t take me back! I can’t-“
“I know you don’t want to. Trust me I know, just tell me your name” he asked again, taking a slow step closer.
The tears in your eyes began to slow, “I think, my name is y/n”
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You’re my mission - Chapter 3(AU)
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1276
Series warnings: angst, abuse, manipulation, violence, brainwashing, mind wiping, trauma, ptsd, eventual fluff, eventual smut(if I’m brave)
Blurb: You didn’t know who you were, or where you were. You had powers you couldn’t control, and a mind that was just as far from your reach. All you knew were two things; 1. Obey your handler, 2. Kill James “Bucky” Barnes… no matter what
(An: sorry these take so long! I have terrible time management skills, but I’m working on it!! I promise!!)
Previous chapters can be found on my masterlist! (Pinned post)
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After Steve and Wanda had reentered the room they were questioning you in, Buvky decided that his presence around you might only make things worse, so he silently walked around the compound, deep in thought. He couldn’t wrap his head around what was done to you, or who was the one that did it. The only thing he was sure of was that someone had to have gotten hold of the Memory Suppressing Machine. If Hydra had found a way to rebuild itself, then it could be sure it would be dismantled once more.
“Doctor Cho, can you and Bruce examine her/him/them? Just do whatever you see fit, but she/he/they doesn’t/don’t have many memories.” Steve said
“Of course, we’ll do what we can” Helen reassured.
Steve guided you to sit on the examination table, you obeyed, but kept your mind on your surroundings as to find the perfect opportunity of escape
“Hello, my name is Doctor Banner, and this is Doctor Cho” Bruce softly stated, gesturing towards Helen.
Helen carefully rolled up your sleeves and took your blood pressure as Bruce started to ask you questions
“What’s your name?” He asked
When you didn’t answer Helen started asking questions too, “do you know where you’re from?”
You continued to stay silent, preferring to observe the windows and doors.
“Look, we know that you don’t remember much, but if there is anything you do remember let us know”
You sighed at their pestering, and continued to go over various scenarios that could happen when you escape. Making sure to plan for even a slight change in wear your feet could land.
You remained undistracted in your thoughts until you saw something come towards your head. You didn’t get a good look at the object but the glance sent you somewhere unknown but familiar. You felt an electric burn throughout your head and the silhouette of something above you had to be the source. The pain ripped through your whole body as you tried to stop the pain. With a scream you finally came to see that you hadn’t gone anywhere. But the man that was examining you was on the floor clutching his head and struggling while the woman was desperately trying to calm him down.
You were unsure of everything, there were new emotions and fears overtaking you. Trying to make sense of what you saw you left the room and frantically wandered the slate halls. When you saw him, your mission. Your rage and terror ceased as the thought of completing your mission drowned all other noise out. Bucky barely had time to notice your split second change in behavior when you started towards him aggressively.
“We don’t need to do this again!” He reasoned
But you answered by beginning your assault, mixing every technique you knew together to complete your mission. He only blocked and dodged your attacks, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you after you’d been through everything he had. When your physical attacks began getting more and more aggressive Bucky felt a burning in his chest, and welling in his eyes. The combination of your raw strength and powers overwhelming the soldier. You’d once again had him on the ground, handicapping him through suffering while you moved to choke him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he stuttered “...please”
You wickedly smiled as his eyes began to slowly roll into his head, but as a flash of red combated your pink glow your body was forced away from Bucky’s. You immediately recognized Wanda in front of you.
“That’s enough” she said, she was prepared
You smirked and readied yourself for a fight when you saw her head tilt.
Bucky tried his best to get up and regain some self of sense, “Wanda?”
“Bucky, I think it’s best if you leave.”
Bucky pulled himself out of the way as you began attacking Wanda. She easily blocked the waves of emotions you sent at her but the distraction allowed you to land a few hits on the powerful woman. She quickly rebounded and began pushing you back, she was going easy on you. You knew that, she knew that, but neither of you knew how you’d handle her full capability. When you finally managed to break her defenses she felt herself become tired and confused. You weren’t giving up and it seemed to be working. While you had her in your grasps you unleashed blow after blow onto her until she sent you flying away. She’d become angry, and she wasn’t going to go easy any longer. As her hands moved you felt your body begin to move by her will, your hands and legs folding into your stomach. You had to do something, you had to complete your mission, then it would all make sense. At all costs.
With the last of your strength and a piercing scream you unleashed all of your night into a powerful blast. The aftermath of which spread throughout the compound, a pink hue satiating the gray color scheme. Wanda was able to shield herself from your torment, but she could hear the terrorized thoughts of the others in the compound, but yours stood out to her the most. Thousands upon thousands of memories flooding your mind, shuffling over and over to try and make sense of it all. It was as if a one million piece puzzle was dumped in your brain in an instant, and you couldn’t handle it. Wanda watched as you went from smiles to cries and to screams of terror, your form somehow shrunken. She slowly walked over to you, and when you noticed you retreated, your shaking form like an innocent child caught in the crossfire.
“P-please,” you cried, “please d-d-don’t hurt me”
“I won't, I promise,” Wanda reassured. She decided that she would need to get the team back in shape after your blast. She quietly walked over to Bucky and gently eased his mind, and after reassuring him they went to do the same with the others. Soon, everyone was mostly fine, but more than ready to know what happened. As they reached where Wanda had left you, they saw you staring out the window, waves of tears racking through your body. As everyone quietly debated who would be best to approach you, Bucky took it upon himself to do so as he’d be the only one who could truly understand what had happened to you.
“What’s your name?” He asked softly, the question making you jump and take a defensive stance. His eyebrows lifted as he saw your fear, he took a step back before speaking again.
“I’m not gonna hurt you… just tell me your name”
You knitted your eyebrows impossibly closer together and shook your head furiously.
“I’m so sorry” you choked out, “don’t take me back! I can’t-“
“I know you don’t want to. Trust me I know, just tell me your name” he asked again, taking a slow step closer.
The tears in your eyes began to slow, “I think, my name is y/n”
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plaidconvers · 10 days ago
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Saturday Plums- B.Barnes
-Bucky Barnes x gender neutral!reader
Summary: Bucky loves the farmers' market for the plums, but that's not the only reason he goes once a week.
Rating: SFW
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: None just fluff :)
A/N: this is my first fic and any type of feedback is more than welcomed! All mistakes are my own :) I hope you enjoy
Bucky loved the farmer’s market. He may not have been a fan of the crowds of people milling about, but that didn’t seem to matter when he reached a certain someone’s produce cart. He had been eyeing the vendor for weeks now at the new fruit stand but wasn’t confident enough to act on anything. 
“The usual?” The person behind the stand asked as they started to get a produce bag to fill with bucky’s weekly fruit haul. 
“Extra plums please,” Bucky responded. Today was particularly hot and Bucky’s shirt was already clinging to his back. He squinted up at the sun in thought before the voice of the fruit vendor cut him out of them. 
“Alright, your total today is $20 even,” The vendor said with a smile. Bucky handed them a $20 and grabbed his bag. 
“Have a great day! Thank you!” The vendor handed him his receipt and went off to help another customer. Bucky went to go put the receipt in his pocket but noticed a familiar scribble on the bottom of the paper. 
“You should call sometime :)” read the short note below their number. Bucky’s heart screamed in his chest. This was the opening he was looking for. Bucky finished his rounds at the market and made his way home. 
“Hey” backspace. “Hi, it’s bucky” backspace. “Hello :)” backspace. To say he was struggling was an understatement. He wanted so badly to text them but every fiber in his body screamed to not message them. Bucky typed out one last attempt at a message, went to delete it, but he ended up hitting send instead. 
“It’s bucky from the market :)” read his accidentally sent message. Bucky kicked himself for the way the text sounded. Did he text them too early? Did the text sound friendly? Or was it creepy? Bucky’s racing mind pulled itself out of its spiral at the chime of his phone. 
“Hi!! It’s Y/N from the stand :)” they replied in the same mannerism as Bucky’s previous text. His heart was racing a million miles a minute. His phone chimed again with another message. 
“How do you like this week’s surprise fruit?” they messaged. Every week Y/N would throw in one piece of fruit for free for Bucky to try. If he liked it enough he’d add it to his weekly list of fruit to buy. 
“Haven’t tried it yet, but looks...odd” Bucky gazed over to the table where the fruit bowl sat. On top of the gently stacked fruits was a brown and fuzzy ball that he supposed had to qualify for a fruit. If he had it his way he’d buy nothing but plums and peaches and call it a day. Y/N insisted Bucky needed to try more fruits and thus a friendship was kindled. 
Y/N smiled at their phone. Bucky was a gentle person despite what he had convinced himself of otherwise. They never talked more than 5 minutes when Bucky came to the market on Saturdays. In those weekly 5 minutes, Y/N had learned a bit about Bucky and vise versa. Y/N would be lying if they said they didn’t have a thing Bucky. He always was making jokes and would compliment them under his breath when he thought they weren’t paying attention. 
“Well when you get around to it, slice it open and eat it with a spoon, like an avocado” Y/N explained to Bucky. He would eventually go google a list of fruit names and text each one to Y/N until he got the name of the one he was eating. 
They continued to talk the rest of the week and eventually, it was Saturday again. Bucky made his way around the vendor booths until he ended up at Y/N’s. He gave them a sweet smile that made Y/N’s stomach flutter and heart beat faster in their chest. 
“Usual?” Y/N said with a smile gracing their lips while they grabbed the produce bag from Bucky’s hands. Bucky faltered for a second before nodding his head. Had he always been this breathless around them? Bucky was shaken from his thoughts when Y/N asked him a question. 
“What?” Bucky asked, not catching their question. 
“Any plans for the weekend?” they repeated. Bucky took a second to gather the courage to say his response, “now or never” he thought to himself. 
“If you’d be up for it, I’d actually like to take you out to dinner some time.” Bucky held his breath as the words danced out his mouth ungracefully. His mind swirled with what-ifs and he could feel himself going red in embarrassment. Bucky barely missed Y/N’s soft smile as they replied. 
“I thought you would never ask” All the air trapped inside Buckys lungs left in one graceful breath. 
“When are you free doll?” Bucky was feeling a little more confident in his playboy skills, but he was still rusty as ever. 
“I close the stand around 5, so 7” Y/N replied. Their heart was beating out of their chest in the anticipation of dinner with Bucky. They were already filling their mind with thoughts of that evening when Bucky reeled them back to their fruit stand. 
“So would 8 work for you?” Bucky is practically vibrating in his shoes with anticipation and excitement. Weeks of flirting (okay maybe not flirting but he’s trying) and contemplating had boiled down to this moment. 
“Works for me!” Y/N replied with a smile spreading across her lips. Y/N scribbled their address on his receipt and bid them goodbye as he raced home. 
Contentment. 
That’s what Bucky felt as he waited on his couch watching the clock tick down the time till he could leave to pick up Y/N. Bucky had taken out plenty of people way back when, but things were different now. He was different now. Bucky felt his phone ding with a text. 
“Hey pretty boy, I’m almost done if you wanna head over now?” Bucky blushed at the name Y/n called him. He shot them a quick “on my way” and went to grab his keys and wallet. 
The drive over to Y/N’s apartment was short and before Bucky was done hyping himself up, he was pulling over to park. 
Y/N had been ready since 6:30 and they finally gave into texting Bucky to just come over. They were itching to see him. They just knew he would look stunning. A knock rang through their apartment making them jump up from their spot on the couch. 
Swinging the door open, Y/N was greeted by the dashing image that was Bucky. 
“You ready to go?” Bucky asks them, trying his best to not let his nerves seep into his voice. 
“Ya, I just need to grab my keys and wallet!” Y/N said turning back into their apartment. Bucky peered into their apartment seeing the cozy little place Y/N called home. Books were settled on side tables and on the floor. They liked to read. Bucky noted that for future reference. He was about to make more observations, but Y/Ns voice wafted into his ears, coaxing him back to his spot in from of their door. 
“Just come in I’m gonna be a sec looking for my damn wallet.” They mumbled something after but Bucky didn’t catch it. 
Heart racing, he entered. He closed the door behind him letting out a sigh. His eyes dart around the room taking everything in. Plants were hanging from hooks secured on the ceiling and miscellaneous paintings littered the walls. Y/N’s apartment was a stark contrast to his. A colorful couch was set up against the wall by the front door and an abstract shag carpet was placed under the coffee table. He’d have to furnish his apartment before he ever invited them over if they went past the first date that is. 
“Found it!” Bucky heard Y/N yell happily as they made their back into the living room. Bucky took a second to finally take their appearance in. They looked lovely. Bucky smiled to himself getting lost in the person in front of him. 
“See something you like?” Y/N’s flirty tone danced in Bucky’s head. His ears went red at that comment and his eyes found their way to the floor. Bucky heard them laugh at his embarrassed state. 
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Y/N said, putting a hand on Bucky’s broad shoulder. Bucky brought his gaze from the floor to their eyes, seeing the kindness that danced behind their pupils. 
“We should head out so we don’t miss dinner.” Bucky took their hand in his and smiled at them. 
“Lead the way.” 
Y/N was on their 3rd glass of wine and very very flirty. 
“I think we should cut you off doll,” Bucky said, laughter bubbling into his words as a frown starts to form on Y/N’s lips. 
“You’re probably right,” Y/N said feeling slightly embarrassed at their current state. They pulled out their phone and noticed it was already 11.
Bucky checked his watch and noticed the time as well. They had been done an hour ago with their meal but they just kept talking and relaxed into each other’s presence.
“I didn’t think it was that late,” Bucky said with a chuckle. He’d been so lost in their conversation and Y/N’s presence that time seemed to freeze. 
“I think we should go, I’ve seen the same busboy eye this table at least 5 times in the past 30 seconds,” They said with a laugh, eyes twinkling in the light, not like Bucky noticed or anything. 
The two gathered up their things and Y/N left a tip while taking Bucky’s arm, the wine sneaking up to them. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and adjusted his arm around their shoulders for more support. 
The drive back to Y/N’s apartment was filled with them making comments to make Bucky blush. 
“Okay okay enough, let me help you out of the car.” Bucky laughed as he got out of the car. Tipsy Y/N was definitely fun but good god did they make Bucky crazy. 
The pair walked up the stairs to Y/N’s floor as they fumbled with their keys. They got the door opened and turned to Bucky. 
“Um, Thanks for tonight Bucky,” Y/N said in a soft voice, their nerves finally settling in. They felt their face get hot under Bucky’s soft gaze and wanted to just squirm away. 
“I should be thanking you, this was probably the best date I’d been on since the ’40s,” He said in a light tone, gaze never leaving the features of Y/N’s face. He wished for nothing more than for them to just kiss him. 
As if reading his mind, Y/N reached to cup his face in their soft, warm hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. 
“Is this okay,” Y/N said barely above a whisper, ask if speaking louder would shatter the soft moment. 
“Yeah,” Bucky breathed out, leaning in to bring Y/N’s lips to his. The kiss was soft and gentle but oh so passionate. Never wanting the kiss to end but needing air, Y/N was the first to pull away. A content sigh left Y/N’s lips as Bucky rested his forehead against theirs.
“I should probably go inside, it’s late,” Y/N said softly. Bucky didn’t want to let them go but he knew he had to. 
“Okay, text you tomorrow?” Bucky said with a slight hint of worry lacing his words.
“Only if you text me you got home safe,” Y/N said in a playful tone. 
Bucky watched as they retreated into their apartment. There was so going to be a second date. 
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zaynspee · 11 days ago
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injuries- j.b. barnes
-now the ending may feel rushed and that’s because it is :))
-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though
-i also wanna say thank you sm for all the likes on my previous hotch blurb tysm <33 much love
-also requests are open!! i’ll write anything smut, fluff angst, j message me <3
-bucky barnes x poc!gender neutral!reader
it had just become six months since you’d started working at the avengers compound as a nurse alongside helen cho. you were expected to be ready for any type of injury at anytime and as one of the best doctors in mumbai nick fury had personally asked for you to work this job.
you’d met all the avengers when you’d first arrived and they’d all become close friends with you due to their frequent visits to the medical block. but there’d been almost too many visits between one avenger in particular and yourself.
a mr james buchanan barnes, or bucky, as he’d urged everyone to call him.
bucky had come over to your station a little too much lately, not that you complained though, you enjoyed seeing him and each visit made your heart grow fonder. you just didn’t want to see him hurt, if only he came to you out of his own volition and not because he had to.
but, most of his injuries were small, a small scratch on his knee, a nick on his wrist from one of his knives or a little bruise from training, those were all things he could easily deal with himself, he had been for the past 2 years.
but something drew bucky to you, he wanted to always be in your company however, seeing as he hadn’t talked up a woman since the 1940’s, he wasn’t too confident on how to tell you that he liked you, and so getting himself hurt was the closest way to getting close to you.
he just didn’t think he’d have to have a run with death to do so.
“y/l/n, we need you on the landing pad, pronto!” you heard natasha’s voice calling from the small communication device in your ear.
her voice had sounded rushed, urgent and so you knew you had to get there fast. she wasn’t one to usually show many emotions apart from sarcasm.
the tapping of your sneakers came to a halt as you reached the quinjet, tony and steve hauling bucky out on their shoulders as he stood half conscious and trying to walk by himself, protecting his pride.
“oh dear god.” you muttered as you rushed with a group of doctors trailing behind you, holding a stretcher down from the wind. “get him on there now please.”
bucky had burn marks on his left cheek and his chin, the left forearm of his tunic sleeve had been burned away and he dragged his foot as he walked.
“what happened to him?” you asked hurriedly as steve and tony laid bucky on the stretcher and the other doctors tied an oxygen mask around his face, fitting it nicely over his nose and mouth.
“he ran into a burning building.” clint deadpanned, arms crossed with his bow and arrow strapped across his back.
“thanks, katniss.” you rolled your eyes.
“there.. was a- hostage inside.” bucky tried to say, lifting his oxygen mask before you forced it back down and carried on rolling him towards the med-wing.
when you reached a room in the block, you shuffled the rest of the team out telling them you’d alert them all if something happened.
steve’s face was washed all over with worry, he had just got his best friend back. the line couldn’t end here.
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you let out a heavy sigh as you rested you head against a vending machine. you had just finished briefing the team on the extent of bucky’s injuries.
small abrasions on his face and a first-degree burn on his left forearm, both temporary and easily healed. he had debris in his lungs, but it’d be disposed of naturally and quickly. overall he was fine but it wasn’t in his habit to do what he did. usually steve was the one to scour for hostages, not bucky.
rubbing your hands over your face, you walked into bucky’s room and started cleaning the desk next to his bed and filling up a glass of water for when he decided to wake up.
as you placed your hand on the handle of the door to leave, bucky called out to you, “hey, doll.”
you turned back around at lightning speed and reached his bedside table, grabbing the glass and bringing it up to his cracked lips.
his right arm reached up to hold the cup, vibranium fingers laying on top of yours as you both brought it back down to rest on the table.
a wave of silence washed over the two of you as you stared at the floor and he started at you, blue eyes piercing into your soul.
“why?” you asked meekly, half of you didn’t want him to hear, giving you a chance to just walk away and tell the rest of the team that he’d woken up.
but he, of course, heard.
“there was someone in there- i couldn’t just leave them there.” bucky told you.
“it may only be six months since i’ve met you, but i’d like to think that i know you well enough to know when you’re lying, which you’re doing right now.” you huffed out, crossing your arms and sitting on the edge of his bed.
silence. again.
“i wanted to see you.” he mumbled as he reached out to run his fingers through his hair but hissing at the pain it brought.
“you burnt yourself,” you explained. “and you could have just came to see me, you don’t have to hurt yourself just to say hi.”
“i didn’t know how to.” he shrugged.
“just come down here and say hi, alright. i don’t mind, if anything i’d like it. a small break from stitching up your best friend.” you laughed softy, tapping your palm against his leg and standing up. “‘m gonna go tell the rest of them that you’re awake.”
before being too far out of arms reach, bucky grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him. “i didn’t finish.”
you furrowed your brows, signalling him to carry on.
“i said ‘i didn’t know how to’.” he sighed. he was normally a smooth talker, calling you names like doll, sweetheart or sweets but he was struggling right now on what he should or could say. “i didn’t know... how to tell you i liked you.”
“i-“ you started, but he cut you off.
“each time i came here, i came here with the intention of telling you how i felt but i just couldn’t. so, i forced myself to. i got myself a chance to stay with you for a week, two if i stretched it and so i took it. i like you y/n.” he finished, eyes never meeting yours and staying on that one spot on the wall.
instead of saying anything, you tugged your wrist out of his hand that still held you and brought it to his face, your thumb grazed over the small nick on his cheek and you turned his face to look at yours, bringing the each of your faces close enough to feel the others breaths.
“i like you too, james.” you whispered and let your lips touch, a gentle yet passion-filled kiss to establish the mutual feeling between you two.
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officialcharactersimp · 14 days ago
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier with “I want it to hurt” sounds like it could be fun
A/N: wowee, you were right! CW: dubcon?? It's a little confusing. He's aggressive, okay?
"Stop, you're hurting me," you say to Bucky, searching in his eyes for your boyfriend. As the realization dawns on you that it wasn't him, fear settles like a stone in your stomach.
"Good," he growls, turning you around and pressing your face against the wall. "I want it to hurt."
"Bucky, please, this isn't you," you try, twisting to try and free yourself from his iron vibranium grip.
"I know what I want," he says, pulling your pants down under your butt. He feels at your crotch and then leans in close, whispering "And I know what you need," he says. You whimper, but he's right; you need this so bad. As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. He lines himself up and enters you, without so much as an ounce of prep, covering your mouth to keep you quiet. As soon as the pain dissolves, you're a whining, whimpering mess in his arms, your feet not even on the ground as he lifts your hips for a better angle.
"My good little whore..." he growls...
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Elders and learning
Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky barns (platonic)
A/N: I figured this would be fun, I’m not following the movie timeline. Please don’t just copy elsewhere
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This all started when you made a crochet sleeve for bucky.
It was black and helped him feel normal in a sense.
Then you made a sleeve for Steve’s shield.
Steve was confused and going to ask you about it, until he saw nat shaking her head.
“They makes things for everyone, just accept it.”
But the elders couldn’t let it go.
So they came up with a game plan.
Bucky really got it started.
“What if we just ask them to teach us”
Steve was unsure
“What if they feels like we don’t want them to make us stuff?!”
“Steve you’re a dumbass, they won’t feel like that. Maybe they’ll be excited to have someone to share their craft with?”
“Ohh I didn’t think of that”
“Of course you didn’t”
So the plan was set in motion
One morning you were on the couch crocheting and talking to nat… who had a pair of knitting needles!!!
Something the two of them have never seen before.
“Morning boys”
They have already been caught.
“Morning y/n, morning nat”
“Im gonna take my project to the other room, have fun y/n!”
The men watched nat leave and seemed to relax a bit.
“How can I help you boys?”
“Can you teach us”
“Teach you what? How to use the microwave again? Light switches? The compound doors? The tv? Movie player?”
“No can you teach us how to do what you do”
Gesturing to your hook
“Oh that yeah I can. Let me grab my extra hooks”
————————4 hours later———————-
You’ve finished your project, and the two super shoulders were just finishing up their test squares.
“Ya know, i don’t know how yours look so nice all the time. Mine looks bad”
“Buck don’t be so hard on yourself, it took me a while before my edges came out nice, or I stopped reducing stitches”
“It was relaxing to sit here and do this”
“That because yours came out nice punk”
“ gentlemen, no fighting. This is supposed to be relaxing. And Bucky I’m not perfect either. I made a few oppsies on your arm cover”
He just gave you a confused face
“WHERE!”
“Here let me see it and I’ll show you”
He took it off to hand over
“Here I messed up which stitch I was doing, on many sides I did that.”
“It’s still LOVELY THOUGH”
“I know, that was the nicest out of the three attempts”
More confused face.
“You just have to practice more”
—————————-months later——————-
Bucky has now learned he likes knitting more than crochet.
And has now knitted:
Beanies
Scarves
Gloves
Socks
Bags
Steve has now crocheted
Blankets
A hat
Gloves
The team, they thought it was funny at first. But now it’s just a lot.
They get things from you and sometimes the soldiers. But you mostly get the gifts they make.
They can’t escape the 🧶….
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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 19 days ago
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Barcelona Tomorrow
Summary: Being an Avenger is exhausting. Pairing: Bucky x Gender Neutral Reader Warning(s): Language, Fluff, Angst Word Count: 560 Beta Reader: @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: This is for a drabble request I posted A WHILE ago. Thanks @jhangelface0523 for waiting so long! I broke it up into two drabbles from the four prompts she gave me. This one is focusing a bit more on the angst of being an Avenger. "If you posting that Drabble list means you’re gonna take requests, then 1. I love you for that and 2. I went through the list and found a few things I really liked but I don’t know if you can do all of them 🙈 So you can choose which ones but I love Fluff 4,18 and 22 and Angst 17 all with Bucky 🥰💕"
Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe the strain on your muscles and heaviness of your mind after a long mission away. The briefing had drastically underestimated the amount of assistance and grueling clean up that would be needed.
You’d sent Bucky a quick message before leaving the compound, letting him know you were on your way back to your shared civilian apartment. He himself had only just arrived a day or so prior after his own mission was completed. The never ending back and forth, at times was stressful. You sometimes felt as though you were never in the same city as your boyfriend for more than a week.
The door of the train car chimes, signaling the arrival to your stop. Thankfully it was only a handful of blocks to your place from there. You weren’t sure if your feet could carry you further; not to mention the city had been blanketed with snow the past few days with more falling.
“Hey dollface, looks like you could use some help with those bags.”
You can’t stop the grin that illuminates your face. He’s here. You bury your face in his neck about ready to sob. The fresh scent of teakwood, warm spices, and his pheromones flood your brain.
“I can’t believe you took the train in this weather. So stubborn, baby.”
You vaguely mumble something about not wanting to deal with traffic before kissing his stubble and then his weather chapped lips. You pull away from his chest only to feel a chill wrack through your body. You hadn’t prepared for the windchill and below freezing weather the storm had brought.
With a disapproving but knowing tilt to his smile he says, “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”
Bucky shrugs off his jacket and forcibly wraps you up in it and off the two of you go.
Stepping into your apartment feels like throwing off a heavy weight. You’re no longer your super self needed for the Avengers. You’re just you. Bucky had straightened up the place but you can see the remnants of his dinner dishes in the sink and a mug from tea.
Two warm palms rest on your hips while he brings his lips to the hollow behind your ear. “I miss you, doll.” The kisses are light and warm; void of all expectations but still hopeful. “How tired are you?”
You choose to answer with your body instead of words; turning in his embrace and pulling him into you. You can taste the honey remnants from his tea as the two of you tumble in eachothers arms and into the clean linen on the bed.
******
His phone lights up with the banner and tone you know he’s set to correspond to work messages.
“Darling, work message.”
“Hooopan Eeet” he yells from the bathroom, his mouthful of toothpaste.
You chuckle to yourself at his childish ways until the message opens. No, you think. Not this soon. They promised. You don’t call back to him or move, just stare at the phone and the glowing inevitable directive: BARCELONA. 0800.
“Babe?” He stands in the doorway, shoulder hunched almost as if he needs to in order to fit in the frame. “What’d it say?”
You shake your head a moment before replying, “Barcelona. Tomorrow.”
“But I only just got home.”
“Yeah...I know.”
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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 19 days ago
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Maybe I am Maul
Summary: Just a short little blurb I had linking my Star Wars love and Marvel love. Pairing: Bucky x Gender Neutral Reader Warning(s): Star Wars Rebels Spoilers. Snark. Cursing. Word Count: 389 Beta Reader: @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: Duel of the Fates - John Williams (Star Wars Phantom Menace)
They walk through the arch into the kitchen and he swears he hears it for real; clamoring at top volume in his head the song “Duel of Fates”. The swelling crescendo of the full orchestra in that well-known build up signaling an evil presence.  He can’t help but be wrenched back to last night's card game where Peter had made the connection for him.
Bucky watches as you slap down the fourth draw four with enough vitriol everyone at the table can feel it. He’s sitting to your immediate right.
“Fuck.” He’d only had one card left in his hand. This had gone on the past couple of rounds. That’s when Peter chimed in.
“You two are like Obi-Wan and Darth Maul.” Bucky had raised a single brow as he searched his newfound pop culture knowledge for the reference while you snorted smugly.
“Then I’m Obi-Wan. Because I wanna cut this little metal armed bitch in half.”
At that, the synapses had connected and he remembered. The Star Wars movies were some of the first things that Steve had suggested he watched as a space and science fiction lover. Peter, Bruce, and Tony were all too willing to join in. That evening, it seemed nearly everyone had an opinion if the series should be started at Episode I: The Phantom Menace or Episode IV: A New Hope. Bucky was the deciding vote and decided to start at one.
“Because doesn’t one mean the beginning!?” He’d gotten smacked with pillows for that.
He slams his hand of cards down, now sitting at five instead of his glorious one, “You will not cut me in half! Besides, your old man ass dies later on anyway by Vader! Not so smug now.”
“Plus you technically survive your fall,” Peter adds casually sorting his cards waiting for the game to resume.
“WHAT!?” The two of you yell at the young teen.
“There is no way Maul survives getting cut literally in half and falling hundreds of feet,” they say in disbelief.
“Hey now. If Peter says it happens then it happens. Plus, I survived getting cut and falling hundreds of feet. So maybe I am Maul.”
At that they’d huffed out of the room tossing down the rest of their cards all of which were draw fours. “By the way, I was cheating!”
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chokemewanda · 19 days ago
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“My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.”
You met Bucky in Bucharest.
Warnings: character death, swearing, violence, interfering old ladies
This is another submission for @msmarvelwrites writing challenge in celebration of reaching two thousand followers. Taylor Swift and the MCU are my two favorite subjects in the world to write about so this is a blessing and I will probably annoy everyone with how many submissions I make 🤷‍♀️ please take time to check out her writing because Brontë is one of the sweetest human beings alive 🤍
"No Mama Anca, try the berries." You instructed the older lady, handing her over a basket you'd put together. Mama Anca was an older lady in her late seventies that had a cheese stall in the market. She always came over to pick at whatever you had in season in exchange for some company.
She was the mother of the market, or so you'd heard people calling her. She was one of the last original stall owners among the group and everyone respected Anca. If you didn't you never lasted long. She'd taken a shining to you in your early days and brought by all of her children, she had several, to see if she could fix your single status.
"Ești aproape prea bătrân pentru căsătorie." (You're almost too old for marriage.) She warned you multiple times but you had only laughed her off, filling her with fresh fruit and vegetables and promises that when the time was right you'd find your true love.
You hadn't expected him to be listening as you'd made the promise but you hadn't known him in those early days. He was just the quiet man who bought from your stall sometimes. He was quiet, his accent sometimes painfully American and other times startlingly Russian like he couldn't settle on just one. From what you had seen he was handsome, sharp jawline covered with stubble and a huge build that towered over you without ever intimidating you.
He didn't scare you but you had a feeling that he could if he wanted to. Instead, he made himself as small as possible in an attempt to take up as little place as possible. Sometimes he just sat on the bench closest to your stall all day, people watching and eating whatever you had been selling that morning.
Mama Anca warned you that he was Trouble, capital T and all. You ignored her because you knew she was right but oh how you wanted her to be wrong. So you made a conscious effort to get to know him.
It had been three months and so far you'd learned his name, that he was not Romanian and he liked plums. Mama Anca laughed when you told her about James but she could see the look in your eyes and knew she wouldn't dissuade you from chasing him.
"Fă-l să lucreze pentru asta. Nu-l oferi gratuit." (Make him work for it. Don't give it away for free.) She urged you and you laughed her off but it appeared that he hadn't. A few mornings after Mama Anca had pointed her crooked finger in your face you'd arrived at your stall, finding James already there.
"Thought maybe I could help set up." His voice was carefully blank, no drawn-out American vowels or harsh Russian constanants and you tilted your head, taking him in. You shrugged, pulling the back of your van open and waving him towards the heavy crates.
"You heard Mama Anca then." You watched him move the crates as if they weighed nothing . It didn't even strain him and you had to admit you were impressed, leaning back against the van to watch.
"She scares me." He admitted quietly, a small crooked smile on his face. It didn't last long as if he wasn't used to smiling all that much. It was the first one you had seen and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
"She's supposed to. She's an honorary grandmother to all of us that work the stalls. We didn't have a choice in the matter." You told him, swinging the van door shut when he'd turned an hour-long job into a fifteen-minute one. He'd even arranged the crates in the way you liked.
"She wants what's best for you." He told you and you nodded, rocking back and forth on your feet, hands behind your back. "I'm not what's best for you."
"Funny that, she says the same thing. You're not secretly an old lady, are you?" He laughed. Actually laughed and you couldn't help your grin.
"No, not an old lady." He assured you. The pair of you stood, grinning like fools before an attention seeking clearing of someone's throat happened. Mama Anca stood looking at you both, eyes narrowed.
"Dacă ajutați aici, puteți ajuta o femeie în vârstă ca mine.” (If you help here you can help an old lady like me.) She told James who nodded, letting her direct him to her stall where her grandson was unpacking her van. "Are un zâmbet foarte frumos.” (He has a very nice smile.)
Later that afternoon the Sun was shining brightly and you let Mama Anca mind your stall as you and James walked through the market together. You walked close together, arms brushing occasionally as people hurried past you. He was quiet, thoughtful.
You stopped every so often to talk to the other stall owners, James a silent companion by your side. You were busy talking to Emil at the honey stand when you realized he was no longer with you.
He reappeared out of nowhere when you looked up with a small white flower in his gloved hand. He always wore a glove and long sleeves, even in the sweltering heat. "For you."
You accepted the flower carefully, taking the dainty stem between your fingers and sniffing the beautiful scent. "A gardenia?"
"You know your flowers." James seemed impressed, giving you an appreciating once over.
"I know their meanings to." You told him with a smile and he flushed, pulling his hat lower to cover his eyes. You took his uncovered hand in yours, purposefully not looking at him as you walked.
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"You grow everything yourself?" James asked one evening as helped you load up the van after a long day. It was Friday and you were exhausted after five days on your feet.
"Not all by myself. No." You laughed kindly, shutting the van doors and dusting your hands off. "I have a farm, I hire immigrants to work there and pay them a fair wage."
"Oh. Wow." James seemed stunned and you couldn't tell if it was because you had a farm or because you hired immigrants, knowing the situation in Romania was less than friendly towards those seeking asylum.
"You should come check it out, when you're not doing anything." You told him, gathering your things and pulling the strap of your bag over your shoulder.
"I'm not doing anything now." He said quickly before looking like he wished he could swallow his words. He did that a lot, said things without thinking and then looked as if he wanted the ground to open up and let him fall through.
"Then get in." You shrugged, small smirk on your lips. "I'm not doing anything else today anyway."
James took the passenger seat in the van, anxiously wringing his hands. You started the van up, and rested your hand on his thigh for a minute before he looked up. "Whatever it is, it's okay." You promised, reversing out of your parking space.
Days became weeks of James helping out at your stall and the farm. He learned the name of each one of the workers on the farm, no matter how long they stayed and he got on Mama Anca's good side. He had taken to looking after your herd of goats, fondly referring to them as his 'dames'.
There were some days where he didn't show up but you accepted that he had a life outside of the market and you didn't pry for information. You were just happy to have to the company if you were being honest.
Sometimes he stayed the night out at the farm, sleeping on your overstuffed couch without complaint. Those nights you'd sit on the floor by the fire, an old habit from when you were a child, and tell him about yourself.
It took a long time for him to tell you anything but when he did you knew he trusted you, more than he trusted even himself.
"I don't remember much of it." He told you quietly. "I remember a metal bath tub and a woman with hair the same as mine singing while washing me and a little girl."
"Your mom." You prompted and he shrugged a little, unsure of himself.
"I think so? I remember dancing to loud music and smoking in dark alley ways. I remember the first time I held a gun and realized the damage it could do." You pulled your knees up to your chest, staring up at him sitting on the sofa and gave him your full attention. "I remember waking up and realizing I had a new arm for the first time. The terror in my veins and how cold I always felt."
You had yet to see the full arm but he had begun taking his glove off when he came inside and the sleek, silver design had been on show ever since.
"I remember Steve." He told you and you tilted your head. "Before he got big. He used to fight with everyone and he was always sick."
"Your brother?" You asked carefully and he frowned before shaking his head.
"I think he was my best friend. We lived together after his mother died. Then I went to war and when I seen him again he was so big." Bucky explained. He gripped the dog tags he always wore in his flesh hand, lost in thought. "I thought I was dreaming when I saw him first."
"Went and grew up on you." You smiled sadly but Bucky tilted his head indecisively. "So you're a veteran?"
"Yeah, I fought in Germany." You pulled your head back in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. Realization dawned over you slower than it had any right to because this man should have been dead.
"Steve didn't just hit puberty to get big, did he?" You asked carefully.
"No. He got the serum, like I did." Bucky explained and your hand came to cover your mouth as you realised what he was about to say.
"I've been a prisoner of war since I fell off the train in 1945." Your heart clenched and you couldn't fight the sob you pushed up from the ground and rushed to hug James. He laughed a little, pulling you into him embrace and sitting back so you were straddling his thighs, arms around his shoulders. "I'm okay."
You pulled away slightly and he wiped your tears with his thumbs, cupping your cheeks. Your breath hitched on another sob and he laughed quietly. "Don't cry for me. I'm here now and I'm okay."
You couldn't help yourself, you leaned in slowly, knowing that if he didn't want it, he would stop you. But he didn't and your lips met softly, your hands tangling in his hair.
His hands slipped from your cheeks, trailing slowly down to your hips where he pulled you closer.
You could taste the salt of your tears in the kiss but you ignored it, slipping your tongue into his mouth and groaning when he flexed his hands, reminding you of his strength.
Almost without thinking you ground you hips down and gasped at the feeling of him underneath you. "Take me to bed, James."
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It was one of those so very rare nights that he wasn't with you when the news broke about Vienna. It couldn't have been possible, he was there with you in the market all day.
You didn't sleep a wink that night, loading the van up as early as possible and heading into the city. He was there as he always was, waiting with a smile that fell when he saw your expression.
"The papers, have you seen anything yet?" You asked desperately and he shook his head so you pulled out your phone, showing him the headlines on what he'd apparently done.
"I don't do that anymore." He promised you and you smiled, cupping his cheeks and kissing him soundly.
"I know you don't. I know." You promised before tucking yourself into his embrace. "But you need to go. They'll come looking for you."
"If they ask questions it will lead them right to you." He whispered. "I should stay."
"Nothing hurts me more than to say that you have to leave. You need to go now. I love you, James." You whispered against his chest. "So I need you to stay alive and promise me when it's safe you'll find a way to let me know."
"I promise I'll be back for you. I promise." He whispered, determination hardening his voice and taking away the blank dialect, giving him back his American roots. "Remember what I thought you."
It wasn't until he'd walked away that he realized he never told you he loved you. He almost turned back but he knew that if he did he'd never leave.
He'd tell you again, when all this was over and it was just the two of you on your farm. He hoped you took care of the goats properly.
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James didn't come back. You waited for weeks, following the controversy in America but nothing came of it as far as you could tell they had disappeared. You didn't eat, you didn't sleep. All you did was go over what James had thought you in an effort to tire yourself out.
He had taken to teaching you self defense in an effort to keep you safe. You had thought him overly paranoid but now it helped, knowing you could defend yourself.
It came in especially handy the night you'd gone down to your kitchen because you thought you'd heard a noise and managed to find yourself with your knee on the chest of a red headed woman who'd broken in.
"I did not expect you to be a fighter. I'm here for James." You scrambled backwards, letting the woman sit up.
"He wanted you to know that he's okay." She assured you, rubbing her chest where your knee had been.
"He's not coming back, is he?" You asked, heart breaking at the soft smile.
"Not for a while. He asked to be put back in to cryo while we find a way to get his head back to Bucky rather than Soldat." You swallowed and nodded slowly.
"Okay." You told her and she narrowed her eyes, opening her mouth again but you interrupted her. "Thank you for passing the message along but I've got work in the morning."
The red head left and you stayed sitting against the wall in your kitchen until the sun rose. You put your stock in the van and drove on auto pilot to the market, setting up your stall alone.
"Am spus. Te-am avertizat.” (I told you. I warned you.) Mama Anca was there suddenly, pointing her crooked finger in your face with hard eyes. "A venit și te-a iubit și acum te-a lăsat trist.” (He came and loved you and now he has made you sad.)
"I'm not coming in tomorrow. Or for a little while. I'll see you when I get back." You told her, eyes sad. Mama Anca did something she'd never done before and she pulled you into a tight hug.
"Există alți pești în mare. Chiar dacă ești bătrân.” (There are other fish in the sea. Even if you are old.) She assured you, pressing a soft hand to your cheek.
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You twisted your arms, letting the man drop from your grip before stalking forward into the facility. You stepped over countless bodies, in search of one man. The man with all the answers.
You'd made a nuisance of yourself in the months since Bucky had gone. Moving slowly through the ranks of the organization that had tortured and killed him. You used and abused your power, wiping out agents anywhere you went.
You wouldn't stop until he was safe, unfrozen. You wanted him to come back, put his icy hands on your cheeks and promise you it would all be okay. You knew James had never wanted you to use the things he thought you as anything other than self defense.
You’d deal with the repercussions of that when you got to see him again. You knew you were on to something with the way they had fought here, they had something to hide.
Those that hadn’t evacuated had gone down when the knock-out gas had permeated the building through the air vents just how you’d planned it.
You had just opened the red book, turning the first page and finding explicit details of James’ torture and the forbidden words that tied him to the people who thought they owned him.
You were going to change that. You were going to fix things. You didn’t see the soldier with the bullet, too focused on pressing down on the emergency button Natasha had given you should you ever need it.
You turned at the noise of steps and a shot rang out, piercing through your stomach. You shot quickly after, landing your mark in the soldiers head and watching him collapse.
You slumped down against the wall, the book clutched tightly in your fingers. You would hold on until they got there. Until they had the saving words.
You were going to feel his hands on your cheeks and hear him whisper in your ears.
“You’re supposed to be at home, minding the Dames.” You looked up at James who was kneeling in front of you. “What did you do?”
“I wanted you to come home.” You told him breathlessly. “Those damn goats hate me.”
He chuckled, ghosting his fingers over your cheeks and you smiled and the freezing fingers, shivering. “You don’t know how to treat ‘em. They’re ladies.”
“I’m cold.” You told him and he nodded, running his thumb over your cheek gently.
“So am I.” He whispered and you swallowed and closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and wishing for the smell of soap and peppermint that always meant he was close.
It never came.
///
Steve was sitting with his head in his hands, waiting for Shuri to call him in and let him know he could see Bucky.
He was due to wake up soon and Steve had to let his best friend down one more time. He wondered when he’d be able to give Bucky good news.
When Shuri gave him the go ahead to enter the room Steve found Bucky reclined in a hospital bed, an almost loopy smile on his lips. It reminded Steve of when he would come home drunk.
“Gonna go see my baby, Stevie.” He sighed happily, grinning at the ceiling. “And my goats.”
“Bet the goats can’t wait.” Steve told him weakly. “I’d say they’ve been real lonely since you were gone.”
“Nah, I know they’ve been well looked after.” He told Steve.
“Buck.” Steve sighed and Bucky finally looked up to take in Steve’s expression. “You need to know something.”
///
It was a long time before Bucky could bring himself to go back to the farm. He wasn’t surprised to find Mama Anca and Emil, two of your closest friends there. They had taken over the running of your farm in your absence.
Mama Anca didn’t say a word to him but she did take his hand, leading him to the very corner of the apple orchard where a small stone had your name on it and the day you had died.
“Y/N loved you.” Bucky had never heard Mama Anca speak English, turning her nose up at you whenever you had tried to get her to. It meant so much to him that she made sure he understood.
“It’s all been left to you.” Emil told Bucky, standing by his side. “Two of your goats died but the rest are fine. We kept the stall going too.”
“I don’t know how to do this without Y/N.” Bucky told them both and Mama Anca squeezed his hand tightly.
“We will help.”
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solarsystembitch · 19 days ago
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Headcanon: Vulnerable!Recovering!Bucky x Supportive!Loving!Reader (Melodramatic)
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Look, I don't know much about Bucky. I've only known him from fanfiction and... I feel like if he were in a relationship, recovering from his trauma, that it is VITAL that his significant other love him unconditionally, as he is. Like... Imagine being submitted to torture and being treated like an object, an "asset" for 70 fucking years... Thank god this character is just fictional, and that no one has actually gone through that kind of stuff in real life. Anyway, I wanted to give our baby boy Bucky some love in the form of this headcanon. Enjoy.
Warnings: Angst
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Bucky is huddled in the corner of the bedroom, trembling. His arms are on his knees and he's hiding his face beneath them. He murmurs, "You should break up with me."
He's a piece of broken shit. You're dating him out of pity. God, he's so pathetic. Utter garbage. Why do you even share a home with him? Why do you even bother staying with him? He's disgusting. He's nothing. Look! He can't even get himself together.
Every thought that crosses his mind makes him never wanna get up from his uncomfortable shriveled position on the floor. At least when he's like this, he's in the dark. You can't see him. You can't see how he's struggling to even get a peaceful night's sleep. You can't see how he's falling apart at the seams. You can't see how unworthy he is of your attention, let alone your love. All you can see is the dark, only his faint silhouette. Maybe if you ignore him enough, he'll just be a ghost in the wall. A ghost you can ignore easily.
You, on the other hand, are worried, itching to banish the negative thoughts that you know are running through his mind. If only he could see the way you see him. If only you had the power to touch him so he could see how he's so much more than his trauma, so much more than the cruel way Hydra treated him for decades. Sadly, reality doesn't work that way.
So instead, you turn on the small night light plugged in the wall socket. You approach him slowly, as to not frighten him. It'll only freak him out to hear fast footsteps, so you take your time. Once you're face to face with him on the floor, you gently place your hand on his shoulders.  
"Hey, Buck." you whisper. "I'm here. I'm right here with you, hun. I'm not going away. Can you please look at me though?"
At this point, he seems to have calmed down a little bit, so you try again.
"Bucky? Look at me, please." you urge him to make eye contact with you. The light is dim but you can see his eyes red from crying. He's frowning, looking at you as he's sniffing back the snot in his nose. His hair is messy and moist with sweat that it sticks to his forehead. Nonetheless, you push the hair away from his face and hold it with your hands.
You look into his eyes and say, "Listen. I love you, okay? Yes, there are things that make it difficult to be with you but those are not reasons for me to leave you. I love you as you are. I like you as you are. I thank the stars that you've survived and met me. Yes, it's not cute. Yes, it can be fucking ugly and heartbreaking and depressing, but you better believe me when I say I love you right now. I love you as you are, right now, no exceptions. You are strong, you are safe, you are loved, and I will be here to support you every step of the way. If you'll have me."
By the end of your little speech, Bucky has tears streaming down his face. He had no idea how much he needed to hear it. He quickly embraced you tight and you welcomed him completely. Sobs shook through him and all you can do is be there. Run your fingers through his hair, rub his sweaty wife beater-covered back, hug him as tight as he hugs you, repeatedly whisper "I'm here. You're okay. I love you." and maybe, just maybe, he'll realize how much you truly love him.  
You both sit on the floor for a substantial amount of time, just holding each other. You don't know how much time has passed, but you're content to hug Bucky as long as he needs to be hugged. Eventually, his sobs stop and his body eases. You nudge him gently and whisper, "Let's get you changed into some fresh pajamas then get into bed, okay?"
He's too tired to do anything but nod and let you guide him to sit on the bed. You pull away momentarily to get a comfy green shirt and black boxers. You head to the bathroom and drench a towel under the faucet. You squeeze the excess water out and return to Bucky.
You peel off his damp wife beater and start wiping away sweat from his face, neck, chest, arms, back, and torso. After you're done, you place the towel in the bathroom. You hand him his fresh clothes and turn around to give him privacy to change. A few minutes pass, he says he's done and you turn back around.  
You crawl onto the bed and gesture for Bucky to do the same. He lays on his back, face relaxed and eyes half-lidded. You scoot closer, "You wanna be little spoon or big spoon?" you ask, observing his face.  
He meets your eyes and offers you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine with this, hun. Just lay on me." and you do so.  
You wrap your arm around his torso, lay your head on his chest, and position your legs so it touches his. You watch him as he falls to a deep sleep.  
Bucky's mouth is slightly open, slow and deep breaths from the diaphragm. You're glad you can help him slumber. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.
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solarsystembitch · 22 days ago
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Headcanon: Clingy!Bucky x Introvert!Reader who wants alone time. They talk it out.
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I've found myself not liking Bucky smut and cheesy romance fics lately. I've instead been daydreaming about the domestic aspect of relationships. The healthy love and communication between partners. So this is a product of that.
Here's the situation, you don't like being obligated to talk to someone. It fucking sucked when, in your childhood, your mom or grandma forced you to take the phone and converse with someone you barely knew when you were busy doing something else. You were quiet most of the time. That's one of the many reasons Bucky took a liking towards you. His life was chaos, full of loud. So much loud, having grown up with a full family in a small home and having to put himself in the way of so many fights because this idiot of a best friend Steve can't seem to back down from a fight. So when he met you, the personification of calm and quiet, he gravitated towards you. Wanted to get to know you more. Wanted to be around you a lot. Wanted to share a life with you. You didn't fully understand why he felt that way towards you, but he was so genuine, respectful, kind and likeable that you accepted every gift he gave you, every compliment he gave you, and (almost) every offer to hang out with you.
The thing is, you liked your alone time. Very much so. That's just the way you feel. So there were times you felt so smothered by him, so obligated to perform, to sacrifice your need of space to please him. You refused to do that. You knew what you needed and it was what was best for the both of you. You just needed to communicate about it.
So one morning, you were both sat at the breakfast table. Bucky was beside you, leaning on the table. His hair messy, comfy black sweatpants on, no shirt, sipping on a hot coffee. You go, "Bucky, we need to talk about something."
He immediately grew concerned, anxiety creeping up on his bones, thoughts starting to go places, but he held his composure. "Yes? What is it, hun?"
You readied yourself. Taking a deep breath before you spoke.
"Alone time. I want alone time. Lately I've been feeling so tired and kinda suffocated. My feelings for you remain the same. I'm just saying that I have a need for alone time. That's just the way I work. So, yeah."
Bucky, having set his mug down to focus his attention on you while you spoke, nodded. "I understand, darling. I know I've been indulging a bit too much in your presence. I love hanging out with you. It's kind of addictive, but I understand. It's perfectly okay to want alone time. Thank you for telling me. So... Do you have any plans for that?"
You, relieved to be understood, perked up. "Yeah! I'm planning on taking a nap and locking myself in my room all day."
Bucky smiled at your content happiness. "Sounds good, sweetheart. Want me to bring you snacks at some point? Maybe some water and tea too?"
"Ooooo, yes please! I'll just text you when I want them. Is that okay?"
He nods. "Perfectly okay."
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