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chickenmcstucky · 2 years

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Oh my heart is just breaking already, only a few lines in omg

I really feel reader’s pain when she says she wants to take the news with understanding…I do this a lot, I retain a lot of logic when I get bad news but it still hurts and I feel lost as to what to do with the hurt. You always manage to nail those sticky feelings with these little one phrase zingers!

“Don’t forget to keep going” I??? AM NOT???? OKAY??????? Next time I’m upset someone just tell me Bucky is saying this to me….

I just feel for reader so much, after everything she’s been going through with her teaching job, Bucky not being able to come home is just the last straw and it makes my heart hurt.

Wow and just like that, the love and relief is palpable!! He surprised her for her bday AHHHHH I LOVE

You're Back

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader; Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warning(s): angst, insecurities, (messy writing)

Hello everyone! I'm kinda sorta back? Sorry for the long hiatus, school was and is and will be quite a pain in the butt this semester! BUT! I wanted to write this for the lovely birthday girl, my bestie @world-of-aus !!! I hope this tiny comfort drabble will add a smile to your face! I love you so much and you deserve nothing but good things your way! GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

(gifs not mine, credits to the owner)

“B-Buck, you’re kidding me…” You spoke into your phone, lips quivering as you held back your tears. “Please tell me you’re joking, please…” you quietly beg, hands clutching onto your cardigan as you take in the news that you're hearing from your lover.

“I wish I was, doll… honest,” a deeper voice replies to you over the phone after a deep sigh had left his lips. “Steve meant it when he told us that this mission assigned was indefinite. It’s just a particularly sticky situation we’ve been left in.”

He kept trying to explain his side, but as much as you wanted to take it with understanding, it was still difficult news to carry. “Two more weeks…” you mutter, the three words that are still trying to register. “Buck it’s been months, and next weekend...next weekend is…” You trail off, already feeling the urge to cry once again.

“I know, sweetheart.. Listen, I will make it up to you when I come back okay? I’m sorry the situation had to be like this, but our point to stay undercover for this mission is getting more difficult considering that people are already suspicious about us-ah fuck Steve really? Doh…” You hear your boyfriend groan at the other end, knowing all too well where this is leading.

“It’s okay, Buck…if you have to go you have to go… just come back safe okay?” You request, forcing yourself to smile despite the fact that he can’t see.

“God, I’m sorry, doll. I really thought we had more coins on us to keep the damn call goin’-”

“Buck, babe, I’m a big girl! I got it handled, don’t worry this is not the worst case scenario I’ve had. It’s fine…” you cut him off, attempting to reassure him despite his remorse showing through his voice.

Another sigh comes through from his end. “Alright doll… I’ll call you when I can, okay? Be safe and don’t forget to keep going okay? I know you can do it.” A short pause. “I love you, sweetheart. Don’t forget that, okay?”

The last statement brings a small curl of your lips, the first genuine smile you’ve had this week. “I love you too, Buck...bye.”

You were mentally checked out. You felt empty. You felt defeated. Everything that has happened to you this past month is still fresh in your head. You still were able to envision those stares that your fellow teachers and other TAs gave your way, none of which gave any form of positive connotation. You remember the particular students that were purposely giving you a hard time, clearly being disinterested in your lecture, laughing at any warning you gave to them. You remembered the gossip that other teachers had spread about you, not even bothered enough to hide them. No matter what you’ve done to fit into this new school district these past four months have meant nothing to any teacher, TA, or student, and this realization has shaken up your morale and spirits.

“Make it a good day or not, the choice is yours. Make it a good day or not, the choice is yours…” you uttered to yourself, a futile attempt to keep yourself positive. You already had started to let those tears fall on your cheeks that were covered in makeup, not a care in the world as the tears stained your wooden desk. Your once neat bun was now messy after hours of walking on campus, your once sharp eyeliner now gone as the tears continued to flow, the grip on your pen now tighter paired with white knuckles as you etched various letter grades onto each students’ papers. It was only when you placed that pile of tests in your file cabinet that you admitted your defeat, allowing yourself to slouch over and ride out the pain you’ve been holding in for so long.

“No one cares.. It’s supposed to be a happy time, my birthday…” You sniff, resting your forehead against the cabinet, closing your eyes as you try to take control of your breathing. “No family… no friends… no boyfriend…” One slap to the face after another, the realization sinks in even more with the lack of company in your life at the moment. You realized this was to be expected considering your move from your hometown, and was also expected considering you were friends with earth’s mightiest heroes.

“Mmm.. it’s fine,” you reassure yourself once again, wiping your face when there’s no more tears left to cry. You let yourself breathe a bit before picking up your bottle and bag. “It’s only Friday,” you whisper. “Birthday isn’t till Sunday… there’s time.” The hope you had of Bucky and the team coming home in time for your birthday was getting smaller and smaller as that 6 month mission turned into 7, but it didn’t stop you from daydreaming of the small possibility of feeling your man’s arms around you during your special day.

However, this time around the daydream wasn’t enough to give you even the slightest spring in your step as you made your way out the door of your building. If anything, reality has begun to wake you up harshly. Your feet dragged you towards the front of the school, planning out your commute home and the relaxing and loose night you were planning to have. However, it was interrupted when you saw a blue eyed brunette man with a leather jacket standing next to a motorcycle with his arms crossed, looking at you. No one you knew would do this other than-

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you whispered to yourself in awe, your small walk accelerating to a sprint as you saw your lover smile with his arms outstretched. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his, your grip on him tightening as his arms wrapped around your waist. Bucky could do nothing but take you in for the first time in 7 months, the familiar scent of your perfume alongside the feeling of your body close to his leading him to close his eyes. It wasn’t until he had heard your sniffles and sobs that his own eyes welled up with tears.

“I’m here sweetheart, it’s okay.. I’m here…” he coos, turning his head to kiss your head. “I couldn’t afford to miss out on my best girl’s birthday weekend now could I?”

“You’re actually here,” you gasp, pulling yourself back a bit to slowly caress his cheek with your fingers, taking notice of the small cuts on his face. “What happened?”

Another small smile had graced his face. “Ended the mission a little early, a little messy encounter before we left… but luckily Nat landed the quinjet four hours ago. I had to see you before anything.”

“God, you have no idea the view of you alone has turned my last few weeks around,” you whisper, immediately feeling more relaxed at the feel of his flesh fingers rubbing the small of your back to calm you down.

“Mmm, well, I have other plans for us now that I’m here on time, so why don’t we...wipe those tears…” he starts, causing you to giggle as his thumb gently wipes any stray tears. “And let’s get us back home, clean up, and we can take it from there?” He suggests, laughing when the suggestion elicits an enthusiastic nod from you.

“Alright birthday girl, let’s go.”

A smile had stayed on your face the whole ride home this time, making it a point to hold onto the feeling of your lover’s presence with you as he drove you through the streets of Brooklyn. All the sorrows, all the worries, all the insecurities were now forgotten for the time being, especially when you remembered one important thing: You were never alone. The people you knew and came to love were always going to be there no matter how near or how far they were from you.

“I missed you...so much…” you heard your boyfriend say to you as he makes a turn towards the apartment. Your smile only grew from there.

“I missed you too, Buck. I’m just glad you’re back.”

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chickenmcstucky · 2 years

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Hahahah the pomodoro makes a guest appearance!!! I love that lol

The raging inner monologue against the stupid professor, wow I felt that. I wish I’d had a Steve in college to pull me away when I was overdoing it with school!

I can already tell this fic is what I’m going to be imagining whenever I’m next feeling stressed and overwhelmed omg (which is always lol)

Ok someone making me laugh when I’m trying to be upset/mad/stressed/whatever is like….my secret weakness omg I love it

“You were never able to get used to the treatment Steve Rogers had reserved for you and you alone” ILL JUST GO CRY NOW THANKS no but the way this like just stabbed me in the heart

This was so sweet and precious, I loved it!! It’s such a comforting piece and I can really tell it came from your heart<3

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: college au!steve rogers x college au! female reader

Word Count: 5576

Warning(s): none

It’s 2:32 AM over here and I’m so so sleepy and tired but I wrote this to make myself feel better from my workload. Please enjoy the unedited mess 😭

1:43 AM

You groaned as you looked up at the time on your brightly lit screen. Four pomodori have passed and yet this assignment that you have been assigned from your terrible organic chemistry professor has yet to be finished.

“It will be easy.”

“Just dedicate more of your time.”

“You’re bright scholars, you’ll know this.”

You let an audible scoff at the various statements your professor would say during the online lecture in an attempt to ease the nerves of the already tired students. Yeah, right. The majority of the class was already either failing or barely passing not only because of the workload, but also because the professor’s disorganized ways would not let you guys find any easier way to learn the content in 16 weeks.

Your little raging inner monologue had been rudely interrupted by the blaring beeps coming from the pomodoro timer, causing you to groan and tap the break button, the 5 minute timer commencing. You blinked away the tears at your eyes, not even bothering to wonder if they were from the screen or from your frustration. You didn’t even want to know anymore.

“Someone’s frustrated.”

You roll your eyes, untying your hair from its ponytail to let your hair breathe before you look at the blue-eyed blond behind you who is laying on your bed.

“Frustrated is an understatement, Steve.”

“Then come here and stop for the night and lay in bed with me, doll. Come on.”

“But Steve-“ you start, sighing as the burning sensation returns to your eyes. “This is due later today and I’m barely on 53 right now. So many sub parts till I reach the last problem assigned and it’s not the only thing due!” You argue as you stand from your chair and walk to the edge of the bed where he was, voice cracking alongside your mind, feeling your hopelessness return once again.

You were one of the majority of the class who was failing. The 57% showed it all on the college’s portal, an uncharacteristic percentage that was mixed with the 90%-100%s that were present in your other classes. You hated the sight of a low grade alone. It was only 3% more till you landed with the C- you needed to pass, but why was it so hard?

“Y/N, sweetheart. You have more than a few hours left to finish off these problems. You won’t do good thinking like that right now.” Your boyfriend argues, setting down his sketchbook, to offer you his hand.

“It’s your week long break, our week long break. Think of it like this, after this assignment, you can rest for a bit before you continue on with the other assignments.” He continues, watching your fingers interlock ever so gently with his. His blue eyes met your cold ones, never breaking eye contact as you slowly put yourself in bed next to him. His eyes stayed on you as you laid your head on his chest, listening to his voice and his beating heart.

“I'm scared to fail, Steve…” you mutter, mouth opening from the yawn that escapes your lips, causing him to smile and press his lips against the bridge of your nose. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his free hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“You won’t fail. I promise. You work so hard for everything you do, you deserve some time to relax.”

“Says the art major,” you playfully scoff.

“You always forget my minor in history, dummy.” He retorts, causing you to smile. It only made him more relieved. “There she is…” he replies, smile wide from your shy giggle.

“Oh stop,” you reply before yet another yawn leaves you.

“Mmm, that’s it.” He mutters, standing up and reluctantly untangling himself from you to stand up and clean your workspace before turning off the lamp. You squealed at the warmth that returned when he came back to hold you once again. For the second time tonight, you let your body relax to his, embracing the sleep that was to come.

“Thanks for visiting me again..” you whisper into the dark, fingers reaching to feel for the beard that you were beginning to become accustomed to. “You always give me good reminders when you’re here.”

You smile when you feel his warm hand cup your cheek, reveling in the feeling of his thumb gently stroking your cheek up and down. “Mmm, you know I’ll remind ya of the care that you deserve. I wanna spend time with you during the break we have.”

“Stay for the night?” You whisper, heart beating faster at the request. You were always embarrassed to ask him to stay for the night. You never were able to get used to the treatment Steve Rogers had reserved for you and you alone.

“I’ll never say no to that.” He replies with a smile on his face. Despite your embarrassment, Steve always jumped on every chance you allowed him to spend more time with you. You were a busy woman, you were in an undeniably difficult major with difficult workloads. Any time with you in general was precious to you and to him.

His thumb landed on your bottom lip, causing you to smile as his thumb continued to run across it. “Don’t do that to me, come here,” you practically whine, gently bringing his face close to yours to gently lock lips with his, causing you to sigh at the wonderful and blissful feeling. The low and raspy chuckle from his lips only gave you more butterflies, making it harder for you to not curve your lips in a smile.

“I love you, Steve. Thank you…” you whisper into his lips, eyes unwilling to open as sleep takes over slowly but surely. He notices as your coherent words start to blend together, your breathing evening out. He can only smile and fall asleep alongside you. Something small such as sleepless nights like these only made him realize that he would want nothing more than to end the day with you by his side.

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chickenmcstucky · 2 years

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GOD????????

I don't even know where to start with this honestly. I mean I've read a lot of things along these lines in my time but yours is so *sweet* and at the same time so intense...you really manage to nail that balance!

I love the intimate, loving domineering characterization you've given Bucky, the way he chases her pleasure for her but is so in tune with her and always ready to stop and take care of whatever she needs.

And I really felt so immersed in the reader's mind, how she's so overwhelmed and enveloped in the pleasure of the moment and the togetherness with Bucky.

This can't seriously be your first time writing this stuff....it's so good!!!! I am so proud!!!!!

One More

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning(s): smut 18+ (minors DNI), dom!bucky, overstimulation, dirty talk (if I'm missing any feel free to let me know so I can add it in!)

Word Count: 529

A/N: Hello, hello! After a huge huge massive wall about writing smut and the insecurities that go with it, I finally decided to take a shot at it for the first time! So I apologize in advance if it isn't the best smut drabble out there! I gotta say thank you thank you thank you to @world-of-aus for not only helping me choose a little prompt to write from, but also being supportive and making an insecurity of mine a little easier to deal with! Like all other times, please let me know your thoughts!

“Oh you’re so cute, sweetheart. I knew you were able to give me one more,” He praises, his deep chuckle resounding against your skin, making you shake even more. He groans at your whimpers as he presses one more kiss to your overstimulated bud.

“God you’re so beautiful like this, falling apart for me. Over. And over...” The blue eyed brunette coos, his eyes opening as he sits up to watch you shake from yet another high that has been chased.

His smirk grows as sweet sighs of his name leave your lips. You pull him into you even more, your inviting legs and pleading eyes beg for him to bring you to that sweet release. “Mmm you fucking deserve this don't you, you pretty little thing.”

A cry leaves your lips as he slides up your sweat slicked skin barely giving you a chance to breathe before he’s sheathing himself inside of you the feeling of his hands firm on your waist and the rocking of his hips leaving you breathless. He watches you scramble to find something to cling to as he fucks into you roughly. He grabs your hands in his much larger ones pressing them above your head as he pushes you over.

The first real wave of pleasure hits. Then another. Then another.

“God, I know you can give me one more… oh, you’ve been such a good girl… fuck…” he groans, eyes barely held open after experiencing a glimpse of ecstasy. “You’re gonna cum nice and-“

The rest of the sentence fails to leave his mouth as he sees a sight he didn’t expect to see beneath him.

Tears.

Fear takes over his once hooded eyes as he watches tears track your cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispers, his hands releasing yours, his rhythm stopping as he wipes your tears ever so gently with his thumbs, guilt slowly creeping in.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, we can stop here okay? I don’t wanna hurt you-“

He gets caught by surprise as your shaking legs wrap themselves tighter around his waist, his eyes looking into yours. “N-no,” you gasp shakily as you try to control your breathing.

“A-are you sure sweetheart?”

You smile shyly and nod reaffirming him with your answer with another motion of your thighs bringing his figure close to yours.

“Please…” you whine, head turning to press a kiss against his vibranium forearm.

“Please don’t stop.”

Your now hoarse voice begging him to continue to ruin you awakens something in him, especially knowing that you wanted him to do more. He watches your eyes again, seeing the yearning in your hooded eyes. He’s taken away from his trance when the plea leaves your lips once again, your fingers interlocking with his, taking them above your head back to its previous position.

“Please.”

A smirk once again returns to his lips as you continue to breathe heavily, a slight smirk being mirrored towards his way.

“Mmm, I should make you beg a lot more often,” he starts his gentle yet firm grip returning to your hands. “Beg one more time for me, sweetheart.”

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