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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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ok so Stucky’s little struggles with sensory issues & recently their hair has been bothering them because the length is causing the hair to touch their neck & shoulders. so Stucky takes them to get their hair cut at a salon. this causes a tantrum because salons can be very overwhelming. Stucky of course isn’t mad at their little because they understand that it is just too much sensory stimulation for their little & it’s hard to process that especially in little space. afterwards, their little feels so much better with their haircut.

I just had to do this over the weekend. I have thick curly hair & especially with what I do, it was beginning to become too much. it was hard to manage, causing sensory issues, & giving me gender dysphoria. I actually cut it myself because I’m a broke college student 😂 it didn’t turn out too bad. it is definitely shorter than I intended but it’s just hair & it’ll grow back so it doesn’t bother me.

anyways I would love to see you write this

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Too long

Stucky x little neurodivergent reader

Word count: 1,506 words.

Warnings: Reader is sensory averse, mentions of barbershops, scissors, slight meltdown'ish behavior, sensory issues, hair combing/ brushing meaning physical contact, etc.

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

No gender, weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Gn reader

90% edited to the best of my ability

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

It’d been a year and a half of you letting your hair grow out, the goal was a year potentially two if it wasn’t too bad but your hair grows fast and the weight of it being different now from when you had it cut is definitely a feeling that can make you turn on goals.

You made the goal a week after the haircut having already forgotten the burden of it touching your neck and covering your ears.

Hats were now impossible unless you tied it up but than there’d be an uneven feeling against the top of your head and that was not a desired sensation you’d wish to put yourself through.

There weren’t any safe hairstyles that you were able to comfortably do without them tugging on sections or it feeling uneven no matter the help you got from either of your carers.

Steve at shield for a business related event meant you were left with Bucky for the day, he tried his best to implement brushing your hair as a routine part of your day but the tug and pull hurt so had you’d whimper and writher in your spot if someone was brushing it for you often leading to you getting upset and telling them they’re doing it wrong even though they were just as gentle as you were, you would take over and do your very best but no matter how easy it was to get the brush through your hair it still hurt and the bristles and teeth of brushes and combs hurt so bad and felt like rakes in you scalp, currently you were sitting on the counter top infront of the mirror as Bucky carefully brushed and combed your hair.

Your face turned down in a winced frown, tears threating to spill from your glossy eyes, "bubby please stop, hurts bad, i try now" you whimpered trying your very best to keep from taking your painful frustration out on him, he could hear you slipping, "alrighty little bee, I’m going to make a snack for us, ill be right back, just shout of you need me"

you hated brushing your hair so much that you would help Bucky with his so he wouldn't feel the pain you felt.

It was always such an intimate and gentle thing for him, on stressful days where he felt stuck in a mindset that wasn't comfortable he would ask if you’d like to help him do his hair, often leading to him sitting on the floor in front of you how you do with him, carefully working your way through his hair.

He refrained from telling you that the pain and discomfort was probably just a sensory issue possibly allodynia, he feared if you knew it would make you feel lonely and not understood in the struggle.

Gliding the brush through your hair it would get through but it was a struggle.

Once so far into the struggle and pain it became a ticking time bomb for lashing out, a grumble as you tug one last time with no success, you take the brush from your hair, a broken sob taking it in both hand "j-jus stop hurtin mee please hurts so bad i gon break you, i hate youu!" followed by you throwing the offending brush to the floor, getting down from the counter you open Steve and Bucky’s hair styling kit, taking out the scissors and grabbing a chunk of your hair.

Bucky heard the ruckus and knew what was coming, making his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could while keeping a calm composure, he wished with all his heart that he could help you how you do him.

rounding the corner into the bathroom to see you holding the scissors in one hand and some hair in the other, tears burning trails into your cheeks.

"Hey honey bee, lets not do that, sharp objects are dangerous, can you please hand me the scissors precious? "Your trembly little hands slowly move to carefully hand Bucky the scissors that he sets aside out of reach, pulling you into a hug.

"I know it hurts baby, do you want to research some sensory friendly hairstyles and talk to Stevie about going to the barber tomorrow? Does that sound okay?"

Reluctantly nodding into his chest he places a feather light kiss to the top of your head, you definitely weren't paying complete attention because normally you wouldn't even consider the barber shop but he carries on for the time being, picking you up taking you to relax in the living room, no more brushing for today.

Steve waking in you hurriedly set your sippy down to go greet him at the door, bouncing on your toes waiting for him to take off his jacket and set his keys down, with every bounce you could feel the ends hit the sides of your face, neck, and your ears, quickly shaking your head to get the feeling to stop and you halt your excited stim, "dada i get haircut tomorrow please?" Still having convinced yourself that its an at home haircut.

Bucky had already briefed him on the decisions of today and the hope for tomorrow over text, also letting him know that youre not exactlyaware it was for a barbershop haircut but alas it was necessary.

"I don’t see why not little bee, has bubby helped you decide what style you want?" Nodding you take his hand pulling him to the couch to show him the picture Bucky saved.

The next day came quickly with you excited for your sensory freedom from pain and discomfort, it finally dawned on you where youre getting the haircut because of your comfort stuffy being safely tucked away in your bag, your hand in both Bucky’s and Steve’s about to walk out of the house when you stopped, terror in your eyes, they dont let go but instead hold slightly tighter onto your hands for what came next, you dropped all of your weight to the floor, there was no way a stranger in a loud building was getting near you with a pair of scissors.

Managing to tear your hands from theirs you sprint off to your playroom hiding in the back of your closet with your comfort stuffie.

They knew this was coming, its no suprise youre terrified, you only ever acted out when you were uncomfortable or scared so soothing you was the bis step "Baby i know you dont like salons, i promise daddy wouldn't take you to a bad place, its a sensory safe salon, no music, just us and two workers, does that sound okay?" Bucky soothed through the door It honestly did, it sounded much better than a normal barber shop.

you wearily walk into the hair salon for your appointment and like bucky had stated it was a very sensory safe environment which relieved some of the worry.

Being called over you sit in the chair as Bucky shows the hairdresser your choice Steve hands you your comfort stuffie "youre okay baby, i know its scary but we'll be just over there and we wont let anything bad happen to you" you nod and take a few breaths with him and than heads back over to the wait area.

"Quite the change, you’re gonna look amazing, the stylist cheers"

Going forth and doing your hair as decided the stylist makes sure to be as gentle as possible, knowing that your hair is an issue for you she makes the haircut go as quick and smoothly as possible, last in the process she picks up the comb and in that moment you clench your eyes shut taking deep breaths, holding tightly onto your stuffy, the comb easily glides through your hair a breath of relief. the change brought you much comfort, your hair no longer touching you face, neck or ears, brushing no longer feeling like a metal hose clamp to its tightest position and ripping your hair from your delicate scalp, now it felt like nothing, it was perfect.

The hair stylist unclips the cape cover and lets you head over to you daddies, a big grin upon your face, you shake your head rapidly, it felt like wind in the trees, ease and comfort, Bucky went to pay while you show Steve your new hair, "you look so good little love", bucky joins you both with a smile, "you did so good baby im so proud of you".

Stepping out into the slight breeze it felt so good and freeing.

The next while would feel amazing, being able to go about your days with fewer stressors, Bucky loves seeing you start your days with less discomfort and irritation from your hair being an issue, in all aspects its just hair, it doesn't depict who you are its grows back and it can be once again cut, and when that time comes youre certainnext time wont be so scary now that youve found a safe place.

Thank you so much lovely for requesting such a wonderful idea, i really hope this does your idea justice <3

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fridayiaminlove · 10 months

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Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

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our-destiny · 1 year

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Day 8 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about finding a new hobby

A/N: I am once again embracing my comfort zone with open arms and writing more Yandere Bucky. I find it's not as fun writing something unless it needs trigger warnings :] Also this isn't technically him 'finding' a new hobby but I think it counts

Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, stealing, mention of accidental killing - if I missed any please let me know

I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI

30 Days Writing Challenge Masterlist

Word count: 347

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Bucky has a hobby. It might not be the most socially acceptable hobby but it made him happy and that's what mattered. Plus, it's not like you'd ever find out. You'd never catch his leering gaze from across the room, the way his eyes rove over your body, appreciating every curve and dip. Watching you gave him a sense of security; as long as he's got eyes on you and is only a few feet away nobody could ever hurt you. He won't let them. Having you in his field of vision, knowing that you are breathing and living gives him a sense of peace. Bucky doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. If he loses you, he loses himself; you are a part of him, you are his entire heart, his every breath belongs to you, every therapy session is so he can be a better man for you, to someday maybe be worthy of your presence. Maybe. He doesn't mind admiring from a distance for now. The pile of your stolen underwear will keep him from doing anything too rash; something that might make you upset. The thought of being the cause of your distress panicked Bucky, made him break out into a sweat like when he'd wake up from a nightmare. Luckily, those had died down since he started watching you (stalking is an ugly word, Bucky doesn't like it, he's not stalking you he's keeping you safe), his dreams were mostly filled with you now, but occasionally it'd be about his time as the Winter Soldier. The worst was when it'd be both, he'd get nightmares about accidentally being too rough and killing you, the picture of your lifeless body in his arms would prompt him to visit you while you're sleeping, hearing your heart beat and your slow breaths would calm him right down. But he'd never hurt you. Never. He only wants to protect you and eventually actually talk to you and have a conversation. Until then you wouldn't find out about his hobby. He'd make sure of that.

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If you liked this please reblog and/or comment to support your writers <33

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kikixreverie · 2 years

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Do you think Bucky would like a very soft and lovely dom reader? I would really focus on his pleasure and I'm more into praise than degradation 🥰 I want to give him the best orgasms of his life and hear my man say “fuck, you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard”

Oh 100%, he'd absolutely melt the minute reader starts praising and being all sweet on him. I hope you enjoy this short blurb of sub!bucky filth <3

Word count... 420 ;)

Also this is gn!reader since no pronouns or body desc were used.

"You're doing so good, Bucky, so patient for me." You praised, giving his cock another painfully slow, lazy stroke, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you teased your thumb across the slit, earning a shiver from the man below you.

He lifted his hips to meet your hand as you stroked him again, head thrown back against the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open.

You'd been teasing him all day, using every opportunity you've had to make him feel good, and now you'd been edging him for almost an hour, and he didn't think he could feel so fucking good.

Over and over again you'd dragged him to the edge, pushing closer and closer to ecstasy, either with your hands or your mouth, and each time, he'd gotten more sensitive than he'd ever thought possible, so in-tune to every touch, every brush of your fingers or swipe of your tongue, even just your hand on his thigh was driving him dizzy.

"God, please-" He groaned, his chest heaving, unable to focus on the simple task of forming a sentence, instead every word that came to mind was your name, and how he wanted to chant it like a prayer.

You stroked him again, this time leaning closer kissing the tip of his cock, his breath catching in his throat, biting back a wanton moan when you kitten licked him, "Please what, honey? What does my pretty Buck need?"

"I need you. Fuck, need you so bad, need to be inside you." He breathed, eyes fluttering closed with every stroke.

When you didn't respond, he opened his eyes and met your gaze, blush dusting his cheeks, and he licked his lips as he drank in the sight of you, leant over his weeping cock, a sweet smirk gracing your lips.

He groaned when you released his cock, but quickly felt his heart thump in his chest as he watched you slide your underwear down your legs, before crawling towards him, and straddling his hips.

Metal and flesh hands instantly landed on your skin, his left holding your hip as his right slid to the small of your back, breathless and drunk on your touch.

You leaned down to press your lips to his, kissing him deeply, before sitting up just enough to finally sink down onto his cock, the both of you letting out a deep, satisfied moan.

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wintersmetal · 10 months

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🎸 ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ

pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x G/N!Reader

word count: 2.3K

summary: You’re a big fan of the Winter Soldier, a rockstar who just so happened to come to your local town. At the concert, though, flirty things begin to happen–and suddenly, you’ve gotten closer to the musician than any other fan

warnings/content: drinking [small mention a few times], flirting, long-haired bucky

note: hello, hello. this is my first time posting for the marvel fandom, so please be gentle if this doesn't seem entirely accurate. reblogs/likes and comments are greatly appreciated, and thank you for reading.

Bodies were pressed up against one another, surrounding the small elevated stage like moths to a lamp. Hands extended towards the stage, palms open and splayed to try and get a touch at the musicians. It was stuffy and cramped, and your drink did not seem to help cool you down. There you stood, though, too stubborn to move with the flood of people. You had pushed against what felt like a hoard of millions to get to this spot and you are not letting it go that easily.

You needed to see the infamous Winter Soldier up close and personal.

You didn’t expect him to come to this small of an area. You lived in a quaint town with not a lot of action–the most exciting attractions were the mall stocked with stores that were typically too far, and the bar you were currently standing in. When he had released the tour dates and areas, your eyes had honed in on the familiar name of the bar, followed by a date and a time–all three had seemingly fallen right into place in your schedule. Coupled with the fact that this was a free show, you had come to the bar extremely early.

Sure enough, other people had, too. You were determined to get front row,

though, and had even teamed up with a group of fellow fans in order to form an impenetrable wall and walk yourselves up to the front. That plan had worked in your favor. Now here you were, standing right where you wanted to be: front and center with a beer in your hand.

The stage of the bar was lit with no musicians present. However, you knew their

arrival would be any moment now. You tried to peek around the curtains but couldn’t make anything out of the shadows behind the fabric. You took a heavy swig of your beer, trying to keep yourself from dehydrating in the middle of the concert. Though, it probably wasn’t the best thing for you to be drinking.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed in the bar. The stage lights got brighter. You felt your heart racing in your chest. The beer felt colder. The room was tighter. Everyone began yelling and begging for the Winter Soldier to come out. You tried to drown out the high-pitched yells directly behind you by taking another sip of your beer, but the sound of you swallowing in your ears didn’t seem to cancel out the noise. You weren’t too annoyed by all the yelling, though. It’s common concert practice. You expected this bar to be pretty empty aside from the fans however, so the noise was a bit unfortunate.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the Winter Soldier walk out onto the stage. He was sporting his longer hair pulled back into a small half-up half-down hairstyle, and his beard was perfectly trimmed to be husky but presentable. His left hand was resting on the curvature of his guitar, while his right hand was holding the neck of the instrument. His fingers were placed between the third and fourth fret, playing with the strings and making sure he was comfortable with his placement. He wore a black tee with his logo on the right corner, a bright red star with a silver outline, and black jeans that flare at the bottom. To finish off the ‘rocker’ aesthetic, he had chunky black boots that stomped against the wooden stage with force.

He moved his left arm and ran his fingers along his chin, as if preparing himself for the concert. He looked rugged in the best way possible: a little darkness under his eyes from the light of the bar, strands of his hair resting right on the top of his shoulder, and his muscles flourishing under the fluorescent spotlight. He moved his hand away from his face and to the strings of the guitar, pulling a few and slapping them against his fingers.

Finally, he moved his hand up along the metal strings and down across all six of them while his right hand on the frets moved along, creating a pleasant chord that echoed through the bar. As the note reverberated through the speakers, the cheering only grew in volume, begging for the concert to start with this song or that song. You, on the other hand, kept your lips sealed and clung to your beer.

Time seemed to slow as the Winter Soldier looked down at the crowd. You were looking up at him, a smile tugging at your face. You couldn’t resist breaking out into an excited grin, something gleeful; you were a child in a candy shop looking at the newest sweets. Your toothy smile even reached the corners of your eyes, creating a small crease in the skin.

Suddenly, you were staring into ocean-blue eyes from where you were standing. You felt the beer slowly start to slip from your grip as you stared at the Winter Soldier. Something twinkled in his eyes as he stared right back at you. You felt pride in your chest as he began to smile at your expression. You were the reason he was smiling. Nobody else in that bar mattered except for you two.

It seems as though everyone else’s eyes were on you, too. You broke away from his stare and looked at the fan next to you, who simply stared at you in wonder that the entire scene had happened.

“Nobody’s ever made him smile like that.” The woman said, sipping her own beer. She held out her beverage for a toast, to which you happily clinked your half-empty bottle against hers. “Congrats.”

“I highly doubt that,” you replied. “I’m sure he’s smiled plenty of times.”

“Not like that, honey.” The woman laughed to herself and turned her head toward the stage, cheering on the Winter Soldier like normal.

You stood there, listening to your own wonder in your head. You were the first time he’s smiled ‘like that’. ‘Like that’: that phrase repeated throughout your head. Surely it was the fan trying to get into your head, but the thought of you being the reason why he smiled the way he did was enough to set your heart ablaze. It made your hands feel fuzzy and your smile doubled in size.

You proceeded to keep this grin throughout the whole concert, going against your own vow to stay silent during the music. You began to sing along to some of your favorite songs as you watched the Winter Soldier play, mesmerized by the way he worked his hands along the guitar. It was truly something different, seeing the musician play in-person and this up close: you got to see the sweat bead against his brow, hear his voice much clearer and crisper, and feel the way his eyes lingered over you each time he finished a song.

His gaze made you shrink in on yourself just a bit, but it was the best feeling to wash over you in ages. It was like the warmth of the bar was merely a candle flame compared to the heat growing in your chest. On top of all of the gazes you two made at each other, he made a few obvious winks and flirtatious whispers in-between songs. The one that set you on fire was when he finished the second-to-last song: he pressed his lips against the microphone as he stopped his singing, almost like he was kissing it, and looking directly at you. To anyone else, this was just part of the rockstar act. To you and your imagination, though, it was a way of him saying he wanted to kiss you. You chose to believe your imagination, unable to swallow down the desire in your throat.

Once the concert ended, you were the first to move away from the stage and out of the crowd. You decided that you needed to sit down and take a breather. It was swelteringly hot in the bar and you knew that if you looked at the Winter Soldier any longer, you would collapse from the heat in your chest and heart.

You looked over and saw him greeting his fans, signing autographs and taking photos with them. You smiled to yourself. Something about him going from this tough rockstar to a softie made your heart burn. You turned toward the bartender and asked for another beer. You paid for your tab and took the beer in your hand, the cold condensation of the bottle cooling you off.

You kept your gaze off the crowd of fans and instead began chatting up the bartender who returned the conversation with ease. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t a fan and wouldn’t feed into your desires. Said desires began to dissipate as you came to your senses and sipped on your cold beer.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice cut through the long conversation you and the bartender were having. You looked over and felt your heart race.

The Winter Soldier was standing next to the empty chair beside you, one hand leaning against the back of the barstool. The other was running through his hair, wiping the sweat off his brow.

“No, not at all.” You looked back to the bartender who winked at you. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” The Winter Soldier ordered a drink and turned the stool to face you. “No need to be so shy.”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “I’m not trying to be.”

“Names’s James, but most of my friends call me Bucky.” He offered his hand. “You are?”

You stated your name with a small hesitance in your voice. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What a nice name.” Bucky smiled at you. He turned his attention to the bartender who gladly offered him his drink.

You sat there a bit awkwardly as he took a sip of his drink. You didn’t know what to say or do in the presence of your biggest celebrity crush. He was eyeing you up again, this time through the corners of his eyes. Accompanying this look was a smug smirk, something that made your heart flutter.

“It was a really good set, Bucky.” You felt a bit weird calling him by his name, but he seemed to glow as you did.

“You think so?” He put his drink down on top of the countertop and fully faced you. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

You began to glow under his praise. “Um–”

“There you go, getting all shy.” He laughed. “It’s cute.”

You felt your face fully burn bright red. You didn’t know what to do, so you just laughed at his comment and took a heavy swig of your beer. “Thank you?”

“Why is it a question?” He leaned closer to you, and you noticed the height difference between the two of you.

“I’m just–” You looked away from him and cleared your throat. “I’m really nervous.”

“Is it because you’re a fan?” Bucky took a sip of his drink. “Because, in all honesty, I shouldn’t be talking to you like this.”

You perked up a bit at that. “Why’s that?”

“Because what if you fall in love with me?” He smirked. “Plus, all the paparazzi and flashing lights. You know, the usual.”

“The usual is me falling in love with you?” You choked out.

“No, sweetheart.” He put his hand on top of yours and squeezed it gently. “You’re adorable.”

You swallowed. “Ah.”

He laughed yet again, this time with his whole chest. It was comforting and warm, a side of him you got to see that maybe nobody else gets to. You felt special.

“Say, why don’t I give you my number?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in surprise. “I really don’t know–”

“Do you not want to?” His tone got a bit more serious, and he looked at you with soft but determined eyes. “Just say the word and I’ll leave you be.”

“Why me?” You asked. “That’s all I want to know.”

“I thought you were incredibly pretty. On top of that, I want to get to know you as Bucky and not my stage name. You know me as the ‘Winter Soldier’, but something in you wants to know Bucky, right?”

He read your mind. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “Yeah, I’d like to know Bucky.”

“Good.” He put his hand out as a silent question for your phone.

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and handed it to him unlocked. He tapped around a few times before finally typing in his number. He handed your phone back to you.

“Make sure you text me, okay?” Bucky smiled at you and polished off his drink. “I’ll be waiting.” He sounded eager.

You couldn’t help but grin like you did during the concert. You tried to hide it with the bottle of your beer but couldn’t stop it from poking out behind the bottle. You nodded your head, giddy and excited like a kid in a candy store.

“Of course, Bucky.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Bucky replied, standing up from the barstool. “I could listen to you say it all day.”

With that last statement, he left the bar through the back door. You watched him leave, waving to him as he waved to you. You sat on your stool for a few more seconds before getting up, placing your half-empty bottle on top of the countertop. You pulled out your phone and typed in ‘James’ at first, but no contact popped up. You then tried ‘Bucky,’ and there he was.

You shot him a small text saying ‘Hello’ with your name in it. As you went to put your phone back into your pocket, you felt it vibrate against your palm.

‘Glad you decided to get to know me. ;)’

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Requests are Closed

(Temporarily - sorry)

(This is my first time taking requests so please bear with me 💚)

Dividers by @harlequin-hangout 💚

Loki Oneshots:

- Loki x female reader

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You Don't Trust Me? Alt. Version (Request in Progress - arguing, angst, feelings of guilt, controlling boyfriend, accusations of cheating, fighting, fluff, happy ending)

Loki's Cooking Lesson (fluff, 1k words)

The Gift (fluff, so much fluff, 4k words)

Moving Day (fluff, some smut, brotherly bonding, 5k words)

I Need the Truth (angst, feeling of being unloved, breaking up, unhappy ending, 2k words)

Laundry Day (y/n pov- y/n makes a bet with Loki about doing the laundry without magic - hints at sex, no other warnings)

How Could This Not Fit?! (Loki pov- y/n makes a bet with Loki about doing the laundry without magic - hints at sex, no other warnings)

- Jotun Loki x plus size female reader

You Are My Queen (request - self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image, fluff, 2k words)

- Loki x gender neutral reader

It's Too Loud (request - autistic reader, overstimulated, feelings of panic / being overwhelmed, 2k words)

- Tom Hiddleston x female reader

The Wedding Date (fluff, vague smut, 1k words)

(I am going to rewrite a new version of this to be Loki x female reader)

Loki Short Series:

- Loki x female reader

Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (you are Loki's personal guard and despite all rules against it, you and Loki fall in love - plenty of angst but a happy ending - completed)

- Loki x female reader

Loki's Little Secret (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Request - protective Loki, hidden relationship, angst, self doubt, thoughts of being inadequate, fluff - completed)

The Blind Date? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Request - funny and fluff to follow, Part 4 in progress)

- Loki x plus size female reader

My Best Friend... (Part 1) (Part 2) (angst, self depreciating thoughts, feeling inadequate, issues with self image, low self worth, fluff - completed)

- Loki x gender neutral reader

I'm Here (Part1) (Part 2) (request - self doubt, angst, maybe fluff, 7k words - completed)

Bucky Oneshots:

- Bucky x female reader

Mmm... You're Warm (request - fluff, 2k words)

Request in Progress

Bucky Short Series:

- Bucky x female reader

Back to Basics (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (request - fluff, being awkward, no warnings - 7k words, Bucky POV completed)

Loki Random Incorrect Quotes:

- Loki x reader

Epic Pockets

Loki and you watch Crimson Peak

Touring the new kitchen

Note to self... don't prank Loki

Loki Long Series:

- Loki x female reader

Shadows of the Past (In Progress)

Rules for Requests:

I'm sorry everyone... I currently have 30 requests and I want to give all of them the attention they deserve so I'm closing requests for the time being.

1. I'll write for Loki or Bucky / Winter Soldier, romantic or platonic relationships

2. Angst and fluff preferred (I'm still new at writing and haven't done any smut but I'm working on it)

3. I'm not really worried about what's cannon, I'll pretty much write any ship, MF / MM / FF / gender neutral reader (no Thorki or Sylki, sorry)

4. I might add more rules to the list as I go if I remember something else

Tag list - Loki

@michelleleewise @soubi001 @ace-of-gay @tessathechild @misunderstoodself @coldnique @lokiprompts @thomase1 @mochie85 @fi-recs-fics @huntress-artemiss @sititran @xorpsbane @kkdvkyya @lokisgoodgirl @harlequin-hangout @muddyorbs @holdmytesseract @kats72 @avoliax @peaches1958 @peachyjinx @loopsisloops @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @high-functioning-lokipath @psychospore @dukes2581 @buttercupcookies-blog @animnerd @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @laufeyson-16

Tag list - Bucky

@michelleleewise @soubi001 @ace-of-gay @tessathechild @coldnique @mochie85 @sititran @kkdvkyya @harlequin-hangout @peachyjinx @dukes2581 @animnerd @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @high-functioning-lokipath @psychospore

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tuiccim · 2 years

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Cosmic Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GenderNeutral!Reader

Fluffy Soulmate AU

A/N: This is for @supraveng 's 500 follower drabble. Thank you so much to my beta reader @whisperlullaby who is the sweetest Ducky.

Another friend who had found their soulmate meant another wedding. The stupid mark on each person that matched them to their soulmate was one of the most frustrating things about being human for you. Your soulmark was strangely obscured and had baffled the elders who oversaw the registry of marks. There was no match for you which wasn’t uncommon. Not everyone registered and getting an appointment with an elder took time. Whenever someone asked about your mark you often demured or claimed to be one of the few born without one.

Sam Wilson looked devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo. You raised a glass to him as he caught your eye while leading Leila Taylor, now Wilson, around the dance floor. Being an Avenger and Agent of Shield, you had worked with Sam for years and formed a friendship over your lament of not having found your match. He encouraged you to have patience. After all, he would say, you wouldn’t have a mark at all if they weren’t out there.

You looked around the reception at your friends, almost all paired off with their mate, and sighed. Spotting Bucky sitting at the bar, you decide to join him. You didn’t know the newest Avenger well yet but had enjoyed being around him. He had been a groomsman in the wedding and looked dashing in his tux.

“Hey, Bucky. Do you mind if I join you?” you ask.

“Feel free," Bucky motions to the open seat next to him. "Enjoying the reception?”

“I guess,” you shrug with a self-conscious little laugh.

“So, you’ve never found yours either?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

“Nope. I have doubts that I ever will,” you admit.

“Why’s that?” Bucky signals for another beer.

“My soulmark isn’t… normal.” Your confession surprises you. It’s rare that you speak about your mark to anyone, let alone someone you barely knew, but there was something about Bucky that made you feel comfortable. “What about you?”

“Hydra pretty much destroyed mine. They’re probably dead anyway,” Bucky shrugs.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’m not much of a catch,” he laughs in a self-deprecating manner.

“I doubt that. I’ve seen more than a few people eyeing you. Plus, you’re a great guy.”

“You barely know me but thanks for saying that,” Bucky nods.

“I’m a pretty good judge of character,” you smile and elbow him.

“Would you like to dance?” Bucky asks suddenly.

“Wouldn’t that raise a few eyebrows?”

“We’re both free agents, so to speak. What do you say?” Bucky smiles winningly.

You find yourself smiling at him, “Why not? Lead the way.”

You and Bucky danced, laughed, and spent a good portion of the evening together. When you all held sparklers high and watched the newlyweds make their way to their car, you couldn’t help feeling relief that the night was over. As you make your way to your car, Bucky jogs to catch up with you.

“Hey. Would you mind giving me a ride back to the compound?”

“No, of course not,” you motion to your car.

“Thanks. I rode with some of the groomsmen but I thought I’d ask you instead of making one of them go out of their way since they all live off-campus,” Bucky explains in a rush.

“Makes sense. It’s not a problem at all,” you reassure him.

“Um, so… What did you mean earlier when you said your mark wasn’t normal? If… if you don’t mind me asking,” Bucky stammers out the question.

“Oh, uh, I- I don’t mind. Um, my mark is obscured. It confused the elders. They didn’t know what to make of it. I’m an anomaly. They’ve had cases of unusual marks before but mine is… it’s strange.” You shrug but it depresses you to talk about it. You faced an uncertainty that most others never dealt with. “I just think something went wrong. The cosmic dust that we’re marked with didn’t settle clearly. I don’t know. That sounds ridiculous. Ignore me.”

“I get it, duckie. Mine was destroyed and, if it can be destroyed, what power does it really have?” Bucky nods.

“Duckie?” You laugh and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry. It just slipped out.”

“It’s kind of adorable. I can work with it.”

“You’re pretty adorable. It suits you,” Bucky winks.

You duck your head, feeling heat steel over you, “I heard you were quite the flirt back in the day.”

“Yeah I guess, but I’m just being honest right now.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You weren’t used to being flirted with and Bucky was giving you butterflies in your stomach. You’d never felt this way with someone. You park and take your time getting out of the car, not wanting the time with him to end. You talk as you make the way to your rooms and when you reach yours, you bid him good night and close the door.

None of this made sense. You leaned back against the door, unsure of what these feelings were. You feel as if something was just within your grasp but you couldn’t quite wrap your brain around it. Closing your eyes, you take a few deep breaths while trying to regain your equilibrium when a knock makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Turning, you grasp the door handle and open it to reveal Bucky. There was something strange in the way he looked at you and when he advanced, you backed away until your back hit the wall. Not out of fear, but the intensity in his eyes. He had swung the door closed when he entered and now stood staring into your eyes.

His voice was gravelly when he finally spoke, “Where’s your mark?”

“Here,” you answer, gesturing to your left shoulder.

Bucky glances to the spot and then back to your eyes before reaching for the top button of your shirt. He stops, waiting for you to give your okay or back away, and you nod at him. He unbuttons your shirt and opens it to stare at the strange mark on your shoulder. His breath shudders as he looks at it and, taking to your own suspicion, you reach for the buttons of his shirt. As you pull it away from him, you see the scarred and damaged mark on his left shoulder. An exact match to yours. Your fingers trace over it in disbelief and when he does the same, you feel the cosmic connection that the mark creates. Finally, you understand what they all meant about finding their mate.

“Bucky?” you whisper as you look into his incredibly blue eyes.

“I knew it. You’re mine, duckie,” he says.

“I guess that cosmic dust did know what it was doing,” you smile.

“Can I kiss you?” Bucky says, his lips a few centimeters from yours.

You don’t bother with words. You just pull him forward and kiss him as all of the loneliness, fear, and feelings of inadequacy melt away. Finally connected and so grateful that Bucky found his mate in you. A hundred years worth of those feelings finally ending for him.

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and-knowing-is-half-the-battle · 1 year

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Spare Me All Your Sympathy

FATWS!Bucky x gn!reader

Warnings: verbal abuse, flashbacks, angst, a lil fluff at the end. No use of Y/N.

Summary: Bucky struggles with whether to break off an abusive relationship.

Length: 1k

Song: Sympathy by Too Close to Touch

I do not give permission to repost this work.

Gif credit to @thewintersoldier (how many people did you kill to get that handle??)

He growled and threw his phone with force across the room, where it stuck into the drywall like a blade. Like the blades he felt like he was swallowing right now. He took a moment to compose himself, running his flesh hand down his face before assessing the damage. He stepped over to tug the phone out of the wall, the screen splintering even in his ginger grip.

A numb feeling of defeat settled in his chest as he made a mental note to replace it in the morning, his clock currently showing 3:12am. May as well try to get some rest. He strode to the bedroom and stripped down his boxers before standing before the sink, his hands propped on the sink as he stared into the mirror.

“Why is it always about you?” Her eyes were hard as she stared him down. “I can’t even have one night.”

He averted his eyes, guilt rising like bile in his throat. She was right. He always needed so much. Too much. It was unfair to expect of anyone.

“Call me when you grow up,” she spat before storming out, leaving him in the silence of being alone. You knew this already, he told himself. You knew you were going to end up alone.

He willed himself to move, splashing water on his face and feeling it drip down his chin to the chain of the dog tags ever hanging around his neck. He grabbed a towel and held it to his face, trying to ground himself.

“If I hear ‘Steve’ one more time, I’m going to lose it,”

He cringed at her tone, opening his mouth to respond -

“And don’t you dare say ‘sorry’ again. I swear you only know two words. God, it’s pathetic. It’s a wonder you had a friend at all. You’re lucky I’m so patient.”

He put the towel down, reaching for his toothbrush and flinching when he rubbed the spot in his cheek that he habitually bit down on.

“You said to be there at 7!” He yelled, losing his temper again.

“I said 6:30 and you fucking know it,” she screamed back. “It was humiliating waiting for you. I can’t believe you would be so inconsiderate.”

“I’m inconsiderate?! I have to constantly think about what you want. But nothing is enough! Why the fuck do I bother?”

“Why the fuck DO you bother?” Her jaw set as her tone changed to ice. “You’ll never get it right with that fried fucking brain of yours.”

He flipped off the light and lowered himself to the floor on his makeshift bed. He had the urge to see if she had replied to his message before remembering his broken phone, scoffing out loud. He found a decent position and closed his eyes, willing his jaw to relax.

Her hand moved down his stomach to the waistband of his sweats, when he suddenly jolted and broke off the kiss.

“What is it baby?” She crooned. He lightly grabbed her wrist, shaking his head, unable to find his words. She sighed, withdrawing her hand.

“What happened?”

He shook his head again, screwing his eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened to escape. When he didn’t answer for several moments, she turned away from him in the dark, laying on her pillow. “I wish you would just talk to me. It’s so frustrating. Goodnight, I guess.”

He tossed his blanket off, the air suddenly too close. He laid flat on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes. Just a little rest. That’s all he needed.

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The light stung his tired eyes, despite his sunglasses, as he made his way down the sidewalk. He gripped his coffee in one hand, the small plastic bag with his new phone in the other. He found himself anxious to turn it on, unsure if he could handle seeing what she said next. She had broken it off again last night, of course making sure to take a few more shots at him in the process. He was wrestling with whether to try to repair things or delete her number and forget the whole thing. Maybe dating was a lost cause. Maybe he didn’t want to heal a heart that was just going to break.

As he turned the corner, distracted by his thoughts, he bumped into something and lost his grip on his coffee.

Your eyes were wide with surprise as you looked up at him before you spluttered out an apology.

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry! And your coffee!!” It had tumbled to the ground, slowly running across the sidewalk in dark streaks. You immediately bent to retrieve the cup and lid, making note of the logo before depositing it in the nearby public trash can. “I’ll buy you a new one. What a klutz!”

It took him a moment to realize he hadn’t moved or responded at all and you were trying to gauge his reaction.

“Oh, it’s fine. My fault, really,” he finally said flatly.

“No, really. It would make me feel so much better to replace it. You’d be doing me a favor. Are you busy now? Bullseye is just a bit that way, right?”

It was cute how flustered you were. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at how fast you were talking. There was something so open and ... warm about you.

“You want to go all the way to Bullseye?” He sounded more agitated than he meant to.

“Well, it wouldn’t really be a replacement if we went to Spotlight,” you said, sticking your tongue out in mock disgust. He laughed despite himself and your resulting smile nearly knocked the wind out of him.

Maybe it wasn’t a lost cause after all.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x reader #tw trauma #tw abuse #tw verbal abuse #bucky barnes

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ru-xia · 2 years

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Y/n: Your eyes really are blue, huh? Like really blue...

Bucky: Is that bad...?

Y/n: What? No! No, it's not bad! It's a good thing!

Bucky: Really?

Y/n: Really.

#marvel #avengers #captain america #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x gn!reader #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #fluff #mcu #drabble

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justagirlinafandomworld · 10 months

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The Reason, The Answer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: From This Moment On by Shania Twain & Bryan White

Word Count: 155

A/N: Giving credit to this post as I think it largely inspired what's here.

He was cracked earth; the years lost to Hydra depleting his soil of everything good.

Then suddenly on his own, left to harsh winds of reality, any decisions made were purely born of survival, necessity, until Steve helped to plant him in the stable and nurturing earth of Wakanda.

There was peace for a little while.

Then the vast freedom of a world outside his time, outside of battle crashed over him like a tsunami, drowning him in infinite ways.

You rolled into his life like rumbling storm clouds, threatening lightning, and aloof winds to inspire a wildfire.

He gathered up his wasted self, intent on avoiding the destruction you promised, only to learn the only lightning you elicited was in your electric touch.

Your winds were gentle, refreshing, surprisingly uplifting.

And the wildfire you sparked inflamed his heart, his very soul, so that there was nothing he wouldn’t give of himself to keep you.

#unclaimed love songs flash fiction challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky/reader #bucky/you #bucky barnes drabble

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jamie-leah · 2 years

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Dance Around

Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Bucky never lets you doubt yourself.

Word Count: 1,018

Warnings: Negative thoughts about body image, Nakedness, Swearing, unedited

A/N: The song I had on loop while writing and inspired this little scene is called "Dance Around" by carobae. I've been wanting to do more plus size fics for a while.

Masterlist of Masterlist

The alarm screams to life in the quiet of the early morning. It demands to be heard and you and Bucky groan at the same time. You turn towards each other in the double bed. Even with blurry eyes and ruffled hair he would always be the most beautiful sight to see in the morning.

He smiles at you like he’s thinking the same. It causes a smile to rupture as you close your eyes for a few extra seconds, “what are you thinking?”

“That you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met”, Bucky lifts a brow, “and that someone should turn off that alarm.”

You groan again as you twist away from the gorgeous man in your bed in order to turn the alarm off. Bucky wastes no time in pulling you to him. Your back to his solid chest and his arm over your hip with his hand resting on your stomach.

He caresses soft circles into the skin there and this time you don’t flinch or shy away. It had taken years to get there. It had taken years to feel so comfortable in your skin, especially around someone so intimately. And even then, you had days that were like you never made any progress.

But Bucky was always patient with you. He had never faltered in his opinion that you were beautiful to him. He tells you every day.

He whispers in your ear, “I’ll put the coffee on and then join you in the shower.”

He places a quick kiss to your neck before rolling out of bed and strolling out the door naked. You follow his lead in getting out of bed naked, but you head for the bathroom to turn the shower on.

You usually like the water to be scalding but Bucky doesn’t so you find the perfect temperature for the both of you.

Bucky’s arms snake around your middle and he pulls you into his chest again, squeezing you into him, “I can’t ever get enough of you.”

You twist easily in his embrace, “likewise, Sergeant.”

Bucky chuckles at the name, “I don’t think we have time for that.”

You smile, “you’re probably right.”

Instead of acting on the dirt thoughts running through your head, you help to wash each other, talking and laughing under the running water until the suds disappear.

Bucky steps out first and grabs a towel. He turns to you stretching the towel from end to end. He wraps you in the towel before he even looks at his, placing feather light kisses along your shoulders and neck.

The small slice of bliss distracts you from the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. Soon enough your eyes open and you’re confronted by your image. Your eyes immediately seeking out the parts you’ve always been insecure about.

Your gaze latches onto the gap in the towel showing a strip of stomach, thigh and calf. Towels have never been able to wrap around your body and it was always something that you hated.

You don’t know how long you stand staring, fighting the negative thoughts that used to plague every waking moment, but Bucky suddenly appears, blocking the mirror with his frame.

He places a finger under your chin until your gaze meets his, “have I told you that you’re beautiful yet today?”

You shake your head, “we’ve only been awake for an hour, Buck.”

Bucky clicks his tongue, “damn, I’m slacking.”

You shove him with a playful smile. He catches your arm and pulls you out the bathroom so fast that you lose the towel completely.

You notice his is nowhere to be seen either as he leads you into the kitchen, “Bucky! The windows!”

He shrugs, “fuck ‘em. Let them see. Just be here in this moment with me.”

He twirls you around, holding onto you until you fall back into him. His hands glide across your skin to the music playing on the radio. They settle on your hips to turn you so that your back is once again against his chest.

Keeping his hands on your hips he helps you to find rhythm, side to side, against him as he brings his face into the crook of your neck.

Sunlight pierces through the glass windows to dance along your skin with you. Bucky’s scent of coffee and sandalwood surrounds you. He hair tickles your shoulders and his hands grips your skin to keep you with him.

All you could ever feel in this moment is love. Love for your body and how it lets you experience all these things with the love of your life.

When the song ends you rotate to face him. Before you can say a word, Bucky kisses you with the passion of the stormy sea meeting the shoreline again and again. His tongue is demanding with yours and he ends it with a nip to your lip.

He pulls back a fraction, “don’t ever forget that I love you with everything I have in me. You are and always will be the most beautiful person inside and out. I have never doubted for a second that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I understand that you have bad days. I know that you live a society that tells you that you cannot be happy in the body that you’re in but believe me, you can. And I’m damn well going to make sure that you are happy because you make me happy just by choosing me every day.”

Your smile is wide and cheesy and it’s your turn to kiss him this time. You jump up and he catches you with ease, something that always surprises you even after all these years.

You capture his lips in a softer kiss, but the tenderness is passionate in its intimacy and familiarity. When the kiss ends Bucky presses his forehead against yours, taking a breath, “forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” You smile and pull Bucky back in the direction of the bedroom, “now let’s go and find some clothes.”

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bscript22 · 2 years

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Christmas Shopping War

Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Fluff

Sorry I've been inactive. I've been on vacation.

Post-Endgame, but everyone is alive. You and Bucky go to the mall to buy everyone Christmas presents.

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“Come on!” you said, pulling open the shades in Bucky’s room. “We have a busy day.”

Bucky groaned, pulling a pillow over his head, trying to block the light. “Why?” he asked, muffled by the pillow.

“Let’s go!” You pulled the blankets off his bed, exposing him to the cold air.

“Come on, Y/N. It’s too early for this.”

“We’re already late. We are going to the Garden State Plaza on the last weekend before Christmas. It’s gonna be packed.”

“Why are we driving to Jersey for this?”

“Because it’s the best mall there is…and Tony gave me his credit card, so we need to use it before he asks for it back,” you said sheepishly.

“Why’d he give it to you?” he asked, the pillow still shielding his face from the light.

“Stop trying to distract me!” You wrestled the pillow out of his hands, forcing him to open his eyes.

“You’re already dressed?!” he asked, astonished. “It’s 6 in the morning.”

“I’m not joking about this. We have to leave soon if we want to get there before it opens.”

“Did I ever tell you how hot you look in the mornings?” Bucky asked, pulling you into a kiss. He tried to pull you down on the bed, but you pulled off of him.

“No distractions! We leave in thirty minutes,” you told him, walking out of his room.

“Is there an accident or something?” Bucky asked, honking the car horn at some car that tried to cut him off. You were in almost-standstill traffic on the highway in New Jersey.

“Nope,” you tell him, smirking.

“This can’t be just because of the mall. There has to be something blocking the road.”

“Maybe we would've beat this if you weren’t so slow.”

“You usually sleep until 10! I didn’t think you would actually be ready by six thirty.”

“Whatever.”

“Who are we getting gifts for?”

“Everyone,” you told him.

“Everyone?”

“Yeah. They have everything here. Does anyone want an espresso machine? There’s a whole store here that sells just espresso machines.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s cool. Look over there.” You pointed to a giant blue building. “That’s an IKEA.”

“All of that?! Who needs that much furniture?”

“No one. That’s why it’s so fun.”

“Shopping is not fun.”

“Then you have a very long day ahead of you.”

After what seemed like an hour of waiting, you finally made it into the mall. The white entrance hall was packed with people. Hundreds of kids screamed as their parents dragged them into another store they didn’t want to go into.

“If you see something, grab it. It’s better to put it back than lose it to some petty middle-aged woman,” you told him.

“We’re just shopping. I think you can let the lady have it,” Bucky said.

“This isn’t shopping. This is war.”

“You know that you’ve been in an actual war before, right?”

“Every middle-aged woman here is like Thanos but ten times more ruthless. They will play dirty.”

“I can handle a bunch of moms and grandmas,” Bucky said, chuckling.

“No, you can’t. They are pure evil.”

You dragged Bucky all around the mall. Every new store was met with a groan from Bucky as he “browsed” the shops.

“Ooh. Look,” you said, pointing to a mannequin in the window. She wore a gorgeous dark blue top. “I think Nat would like that.”

“Sure,” Bucky said, barely looking at it. He followed me into the store, lugging five shopping bags through the sea of people.

“Do you know where that top is?” you asked a staff member, gesturing to the mannequin.

“We have a few over there,” she said, pointing to a rack across the store. You spotted an older woman looking through the clothes on the rack.

“Go! Go!” you ordered Bucky. You raced against the woman, your hand landing on the hanger as she was about to take it off the rack.

“Excuse me, dear. I was going to take this,” the woman said. Her voice was sweet, but you could tell that she was fighting to not shout at you.

“So was I,” you replied, copying the woman’s passive-aggressive sweetness.

“I want to get it for my granddaughter.”

“I’m gonna give it to my friend.”

“I got it first. It’s mine.”

“I got here a second after you.”

“Second doesn’t cut it sometimes.”

“Give me it!” you shouted.

“It’s mine!” She tugged harshly on the top, ripping it out of your hands. She, purposely, stumbled sideways, slamming into Bucky.

“Bitch!” You tried to grab the dress, but the woman ran away. You tried to go after her, but Bucky grabbed onto your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Bucky let out a pained groan. “The corner…it hit me…there.”

“There?” you asked. He nodded.

You guided him out of the store, sitting him down at a Starbucks table.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Do you want ice or something?”

“I’m okay. Just give me a minute. Where to next?”

“Lunch. I know this extraordinary place.”

You took Bucky through the crowds of people into Neiman Marcus. You led him up the escalator to the top floor. There wasn’t a person in sight. The silence was welcome after navigating through the zoo of people downstairs. To the left, there was a small restaurant. It was almost completely white, differing greatly from the beige theme of the store. The restaurant was a dome that overlooked the parking lots.

“Hello. Just the two of you?” the waiter asked. You nodded, and he took you and Bucky to a small table by the window.

It was snowing outside. The sky was light gray and cloudy. You both watched as the cars piled up on the highway and the parking lot.

“Those are the losers that sleep until 10,” you told him, smiling.

“Although every moment wasn’t perfect, today was fun,” Bucky said, placing his hand on yours.

“Was? We’re only about halfway done with this trip.” You smiled and watched as his face dropped.

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sunnylands-world · 2 years

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Look at this man

Okay everyone shut up! we need to talk about how fucking fine Sebastian Stan is like fine doesn't even cover it he's gorgeous he's a wet dream a freaking god....

My toxic traits think this man would even look at me 😭 okay im going to go cry now

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Soda tab smiles

Bucky barnes x reader

Fluff

No pronouns or race and ethnicity mentioned

Word count: 1530 words

Warnings: nothing really, its cliche, a few skips and some word repetition

You collect soda tabs and you finally feel like you can give them to someone as their secret admirer.

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People knew not to touch most of your items if they weren't seen outside of your room so not only did they not know how many of one item you had but they also didn't know all of what you collected.

Taking a soda or carbonated water to work with you for lunch everyday builds up, obviously not keeping the cans but keeping the tabs, adding to the collection you started back when you were still in high school

All of which have lead you to top off the fourth jar of tabs since you were 16.

Waiting for the perfect moment to use them under the explanation of something someone told you at a cafeteria table so many years ago, of all things, for some reason that one really stuck with you.

Of course it outlines a bad habit of giving money to major corporations but at least by only taking the tab you aren’t putting their brand on display, its just a piece of metal for a childhood memory of an abstract expression of love.

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Bucky gets back from his meeting with dr. Raynor soon and although he has some idea that you like him, he’s unaware of to what extent. He’s not the flirt he used to be but he still has people left and right swooning over him yet as Steve has stated many times over he’s so very obviously smitten, and that he’s never in his life seen Bucky so enamored.

Taking a small draw string bag and ten soda tabs in it taking a sticky note and writing the urban dictionary reasoning for giving soda tabs to someone and signing it with just a heart, putting it in the draw string bag and rushing off to his room to place it on his pillow, running off to the common kitchen to make lunch for the team.

When Bucky gets back from his therapy session the first thing he wants to do is change and hide in his room away from people for a bit, but when he goes to lay down he sees the tiny bag of soda tabs, reading the note with a smile marking Its place upon his face, puffy cheeks peaking with a soft pink tinting.

Going off to show Steve and than putting them in a place no one would see them.

A small secret with a glint of happy only where he can find em.

Over the next several weeks he would find more baggies of soda tabs in stranger and stranger places, putting them all in one place with the notes from each one in a bundle. He would read each little note almost every night when he cant sleep, filling his mind with each word written in lines of kindness, his heart swells in eagerness, how oblivious he is to not know who is giving such a silly sentiment to him, all he hoped is that it was you.

It'd been a long week dragging you down through the rough of it, finally getting some relaxation time you write another note for Bucky and place pop tabs of a corresponding color in another drawstring bag, rushing over to his room placing them in the same place as usual and rushing out, only for Bucky to turn the hallway corner as you are stepping away from his door.

"Hey (y/n) need somethin?" He calls out causing you to jump a little, fumbling with your words to come up with an excuse, "i- i was wondering if you'd like to ya-know hang out, watch a movie or somethin?"

"Of course, just give me a moment to shower and I'll find my way to your room once done"

You nod scrambling back to your room to fix up your room a bit.

Setting up Netflix on the tv mounted to your wall just above a shelf of your collections.

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In walks Bucky just a few minutes later, his hair still damp, his shirt sticking to his shoulders, it looks as though he was too excited to dry off completely from his shoulders up, seating himself on your bed, setting the snacks he brought with him between the both of you.

"You can choose the movie, i can guarantee i haven’t seen any of them so I'll like anything" he mumbles keeping his eyes cast down, his heart pounding in his chest.

"this one sound good?" He looks up at the tv at the sound of your voice, to see the info page of a quiet place, "is this the one you were telling me about a while ago?" You nod

"Lets watch it."

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About half way through the movie you both are sitting a bit closer on the bed than before but still enough space between to not make either of you uncomfortable, you may have put on a horror movie for a good reason but surely he’s unaware, Bucky get up for a moment to grab one of your spare throw blankets when he just so happened to notice the containers of soda tabs, little drawstring baggies and sticky notes on the shelf below the tv, you had completely forgotten to put them elsewhere in your rush to make it look like you meant to ask him to watch a movie with you.

"It was you wasn’t it?"

"I- what do you mean?" You question as You pause the movie.

"Well for the past few weeks ive been finding little bags of soda tabs with a note in the bag in my room when i get back from training or missions, i couldn't figure out who my secret admirer was" he walks back over to the bed dropping the throw blanket on the edge of the bed and taking your hands, pulling you up to stand facing him, "its you, you’re my secret admirer, you’re the one sneaking into my room and leaving such a silly form of admiration around"

A smile growing on his face as he looks down at you, eyes sparking "its you"

Not sure of how to read his reaction you sort of shrink into yourself, "im sorry, i know your space is your safe area and going in there makes it feel less safe, i- i" stumbling over your words he grabs your hands once again pulling your focus up to him again, “I’m so glad its you”

He pulls you into a quick hug "Shall we continue our movie?"

Getting comfy again he practically pulls you into his side with his right arm draped over your shoulders, “ya know, i am more than aware of what the tabs actually symbolize? I asked Steve and he looked it up for me”

Heat raising to your cheeks and ears, looking up at him to see a smile of adoration and absolute love, he’s waited all of his unreasonably long life to find someone to look at him the way you do, bringing butterflies to his stomach, someone he wants to be around forever and than some.

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One of the loudest jump scares in the movie plays out pulling you from your moment and causing you to slightly flinch and squeak, not quite a scream but definitely a noise of startlement, his arm tensing around your shoulders slightly tighter, "maybe a different movie?" Nodding in agreement, letting him choose the movie this time.

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After quite a few hours, 2 movies and a pizza split between you both, your eyes start to close but not too much, a feeling you can still fight off but a little longer and you'll be struggling. Bucky taps your arm, "you can use me as a pillow, sleep if you’re tired" letting you lay your head on his lap and he drapes the blanket over you, one hand resting on your waist and the other playing with your hair, so soothing it puts you to sleep in minutes.

A small smile on his lips when you mumble in your sleep, he’s absolutely enamored with you in every way possible.

The movie coming to an end causing him to move a little so he can take the dishes to your kitchenette, “mmm come back you were warmmm”

Prompting him to laugh, “hold on i gotta change and than ill be back, put on some pajamas while I’m out of the room, you’re not gonna be comfortable sleeping in that” and he closes the door.

When he returns he comes over wrapping his arms around you, as you turn around he holds out the tab from his drink from earlier, the central ring intact, “I would like to cash this in”

"Of course" you hum just before his lips are on yours, a genuine kiss encapsulating the both of you, he tightens his arms around you, resting his forehead against your own "does this mean i get to do that now?" Nodding in confirmation, a shiver running down your arms, "lets sleep, its late and i can be a space heater for you"

he guides you to the bed, both of you getting comfortable cuddled up, easily dozing off, the comfort of each other working quickly.

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Im not gonna post consistently again yet but yall deserve something so i give to theeee... this

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