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Steve's choices / Bucky's lack thereof

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Fireworks Go Boom

a/n: Just a good ol’ Bucky hurting the reader on accident and she forgives him. Cuz who doesn’t love some dramatics? (I think I need help)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader loves fireworks with all their heart and pulls Bucky along with them to watch them light up the night sky. But what happens when the sudden loud sounds flow through the ex-winter soldier?

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, violence, blood, injury, very slight language, fluff, protective tony

Word count: 1.9k

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You’ve never known how to explain it. Fireworks were something that you loved with all of your heart. Maybe you loved it so much because it kind of matched you. It’s so quiet while it’s building and rising but once it takes up too much energy it explodes. But the sudden burst of energy is so beautiful and you never know how it will look. What shape will it take? What colors will it have?

You have always rambled on to the team and Bucky about how much you loved fireworks and how you wished you could see them every day. The team usually just laughed at your obsession with powder exploding. What you didn’t see though was the way your boyfriend of a year cringed and tensed every time you mentioned the urge to go see fireworks. Given his past, he and Steve were somewhat sensitive to sudden loud noises and were both diagnosed with PTSD. You only knew vaguely about this diagnosis. Whenever you asked Bucky to talk more about it he would cower away, so you never pushed further.

You and Bucky are huddled together on an armchair while Steve, Wanda, Sam, Bruce, and Peter litter the couches surrounding the flatscreen. It was Parker’s turn for movie night so all of you were stuck watching Star Wars. You sat cuddled on Bucky’s lap drifting to sleep while he ran his hand up and down your back. He stared down at your peaceful face. Your slow breaths go in and out so softly. This is a sight that he will always love and never wants it to end. But when does he ever get what he wants?

Tony strides into the living room. “Hey, Squirt!”

You wake up with a jolt in Bucky’s arms and his grip tightens around your frame. He glares at Tony, angered that he woke you up. You rub your eyes and sit up in Bucky’s lap. “Yeah Tones?”

Tony had been like a big, at times overprotective, brother to you. He was the first one to take you under his wing when you joined the team. He cared for you more than you knew. “There’s gonna be some 4th of July fireworks in a couple of minutes and the roof has a pretty good view. You wanna go?” You gasp in excitement and stand, pulling Bucky up with you. “What! Yes, yes let’s go!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Should he tell her? He looks over to Steve who already has eyes on his worried friend. He makes a hand gesture rising up and down following his deep breaths. He mouths the word, “Breathe.” Bucky nods and takes a deep breath, then another. You turn around on your heels and he plasters a fake smile on his face.

Tony was right, the view from the hangar is beautiful. Almost every star in the sky shines with such clearness. Bucky wraps his left arm around your waist. “Oh, Buck look!” You point to a star shooting across the sky. “Make a wish!” He looks down to see your eyes squinted shut. “I have my wish right here.” Your cheeks heat up with blush as Bucky lifts your chin to peck a kiss on your lips. “You’re such a ladies man.” He chuckles and looks back out to the sky. “Only for you, doll.” You rest your head on his shoulder and wait for the fireworks to start.

Steve quietly comes up behind Bucky and places a pair of earplugs into his hand. Bucky gives a silent grateful nod and places the pieces of foam into his ears. He has no idea if these small things will help him but it’s too late to question it. You point to the tiny line flying up into the sky. Bucky tenses and prepares for the sound. The same word repeats itself in his mind. Breathe, just breathe. He looks down at you. The brightest smile adorns your face. He ruined a lot of things for people, but he won’t ruin this for you.

The first firework bursts into beautiful bright colors. Bucky goes still and his grip around you tightens. Red sparkles shine throughout the sky. The next firework sounds with a boom and his grip tightens even more. A plain white firework glitters in the night sky. You feel the change of pressure around your hip and look up to him. “Hey, are you ok? You’re kind of hurting me, Buck.” His eyes follow the next firework making its way into the sky. They’re filled with fear like he isn’t all there. Boom. Glowing blue shines across each face watching the show. Bucky’s metal arm whirs and grows tighter. You wince. “OUCH BUCKY LET GO!” You try to pry yourself from his grasp but it’s no use. Three trails of smoke rise into the sky.

BOOM.

The sound rumbles through the floor and shakes into his bones. “GET DOWN!”, he yells and tackles you to the floor. The full force of the winter soldier sends your head straight to the hard floor with a loud crack. His body shields you from any potential harm in his mind. “BUCK!” Steve yells and puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder attempting to lift him up but he is met with a swing of vibranium to his stomach. Tony activates a part of his suit just covering his hand, pointing his open palm at the soldier. He turns to Wanda, “Calm him down!” She steps forward and forces her magic into the soldier’s mind sending him to sleep. He falls limp onto your body and a gasp of strained pain leaves your throat. Steve pulls the 260-pound body off of you.

Tony comes to kneel by your side. “Y/N are you okay?” You squeeze your eyes shut. “My head really hurts.” He looks down to examine your head. Blood starts to seep through your hair creating a small puddle. “Shit! Y/N keep your eyes open okay honey?” The pounding in your head starts to grow stronger. A sense of peace starts to drive itself through your body with your eyelids growing heavier. “Tones. I’m tired.” He turns to Bruce. “Meet me in the medbay.” Bruce sprints inside the compound. “C’mon you’re gonna be alright.” He says, picking you up bridal style. The sudden change in movement and elevation brought a burst of darkness to your mind. You were out like a light. Was this what being a firework felt like?

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“When are they going to wake up?”

“You know I can’t tell you for certain Tony.”

“Well give me something! They’ve been out for the past two fucking days!”

Who? You? Oh shit, wake up, wake up. You muster up any energy you possibly can and move your finger. It went unnoticed by some, but one. Bruce spots the small movement from the corner of his eye and stares at your figure.

“Language.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Cap.”

“Let’s just calm down a bit.”

“Calm down? Calm down! I’ll calm down when you put his ass back in the freezer.”

You feel a gloved hand on your forehead.

“She’s waking up.”

Your eyes open slightly to a blinding light and squint. Your hand comes up to shield your eyes.

“Bruce, turn down the lights.”

The brightness dims and your eyes open, adjusting your sight to the room, Steve hovers next to the door while Tony and Bruce stand at your bedside. A dull thumping in your head grows stronger. You bring a hand up to hold your head but feel something wrapped around it. Steve slips out of the room as Bruce checks your IV. “How are you feeling Y/N?” You can’t muster out a response. The room feels like it’s pulsing and spinning. You know what you want to say but why can’t the words come out? You open your mouth to speak but a breathy groan comes out instead. Tony leans down and brushes the hair out of your face and kisses the crown of your head. “Take your time sweetie.” You take a minute to yourself and take a few deep breaths. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.” They both chuckle. “Well, you could say that. It turns out you have a little skull fracture.” You turn with wide eyes to Bruce. “You’ll be fine, nothing too serious. You just need lots and lots of rest.”

You start to remember the incident that put you in this bright room. “Where’s Bucky? Is he okay? What happened to him?” Tony tilts his head in annoyance. A knock from the door makes all heads turn. Steve stands, leaning against the frame. “He wants to see her.” Tony makes his way across the room to stand face-to-face with him. “If you think I’m gonna let him near her ever again you’re sure fucked in the head, Rogers.” From the far corner of the room you mumble. “Don’t curse in front of Steve.” Tony turns to look at you, seeing your pleading eyes is something he could never refuse. “Tony please, you know he didn’t mean it.”

He walks over to your bedside, “Fine, but the second he does something I swear-”

“I’ll be fine.”

He leans down to kiss her forehead. “Okay,” he whispers.

Steve and Tony walk out of the room leaving you with Bruce. He picks up a tablet connected to your monitor and holds it up. “I’ll keep an eye on you.” You smile, “Thanks, Bruce.” He quickly nods with a smile and leaves the room.

After a couple of seconds, Bucky comes around the corner and sees your weary body on the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around your head. He rushes and kneels beside you and brings your hand to his lips. You can feel the hot tears streaming down your knuckles. He rests his forehead on your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles over and over again like a prayer. You move your hand to cup his face. He leans closer into your touch. “It’s not your fault Bucky and you know that.” He stands and runs his left hand through his hair. “Don’t say that! How is this not my fault? I hurt you!”

You sigh and push your head further into the pillow holding you up. He takes a seat on the bed and pulls your legs into his lap. “I’m going to be better, I’m going to start seeing Dr. Raynor again, I’ll figure out how to be normal.” You look into his eyes. How could he think this was his fault? “Buck, I’m glad that you want to better yourself but don’t let me be the cause of that.”

He massages your leg, letting any tension that was once held there disappear. “You will be the cause for anything and everything I do, and I promise you, I will never hurt you again. I love you too much to see you in pain, and knowing that I’m the one that caused it…” He takes a shaky breath. “I can’t live with myself like that.” You pat the spot next to you. He lays by your side draping an arm over you. “This was just an accident. Don’t get yourself so worked up over this. What you lived before still has an effect on you now and that’s not unexpected. I knew what I signed up for when we started seeing each other, but my love for you will always let me see you as you truly are. The kindest person I’ve ever met and someone that will go to the ends of the earth to do the right thing for the people he loves.” He pulls you in closer and places a kiss on the back of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other.”

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a/n: AHH thank you guys so much for the support. I’m honestly taking all of my maladaptive daydreaming stories and turning them into fics lmao. Don’t forget that my request box is open! I’ll be happy to write anything! Try to lean it toward Bucky and/or Steve x reader cuz that’s my strong suit but I’ll write anything Marvel if you guys ask me to. Thanks!

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #fireworks #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #wanda maximoff #hurt/comfort #hurt #injury #bucky barnes x hurt!reader #i think that's it

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Holding History

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Female!reader

Summary: Prank wars between the reader and Bucky are all fun and games until one prank goes too far.

Warnings: Angst, reader and Bucky being assholes, mentions of family death, language, fluff

Word count: 3.1k

a/n: A good chunk of Spanish is used but the words in bold are the translation :)

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Growing up with a bunch of siblings and cousins made you used to the constant bickering, playing, fighting, and especially the pranks. You were a master at it even though Bucky would say that the mantle belongs to him. Ever since you joined the Avengers not far back the connection between you and the ex Winter Soldier was rocky, rigid, and how Wanda likes to call it, childlike. These pranks have been going on for about a month now and everyone in the compound was done with it. Whenever either one of you had a chance to do something you would strike. It didn’t matter the occasion or the time of day. Parker has been the only one keeping track of points and so far you were winning and there was no way you were gonna let that change. The last prank was on Bucky and it was the best one you’ve pulled yet.

His beard had started to grow longer than he liked so it was about time that he would want to shave. This gave you the perfect idea.

Bucky was really private about his personal space, especially his room. It was his safe space, the main thing he had that made him feel in control of himself. You waited till he left on a mission with Steve and Sam to make your move. Making you glad that you wouldn’t have them berating and scolding you about ending this war. But they would be back the next day leaving you with a small window to get the job done.

3 am.

Everyone was sound asleep and the hallways clear. You touched your back pocket to make sure you had everything you needed. A bent nail, superglue, dental floss, and a bobby pin. The first three items were for the prank. You walked up to Bucky’s bedroom door and turned the handle. Locked. This is where the bobby pin comes in handy. You quietly pick the lock, making sure no one saw, you go in.

You’ve never been in his room but this is certainly not what you were expecting. You had thought that a shaken mind would lead to a shaken living space but it was the opposite. His room looked like a modern hotel room. It was so clean not one thing was out of place. Yet again he didn’t have that many things decorating this space. Except for a lamp and one framed picture on his nightstand. You turned on the lamp and picked up the frame. It was a picture of everyone at Bucky’s welcome back party. The day he returned from Wakanda everyone was waiting for him with open arms especially Steve and Sam. This was the first day you met him and it didn’t really go well. You accidentally spilled your drink on his metal arm causing it to malfunction. The first thing you did was laugh, you didn’t mean it in a bad way it was just a habit of yours. When something went wrong you would laugh first and then comfort. He didn’t take it likely though. That’s where the war began. Since you were relatively new to the team you stood on the edge for the picture next to Wanda. But you weren't there. It looked like he tore you out of it. Damn you didn’t know he hated you that much.

You put down the picture, turned off the lamp, and made your way into the bathroom. After a couple of minutes searching you had finally found his bottle of shaving cream. You take the cap off and plunge the nail into the nozzle and covered the tip in superglue. After it dried you tied the floss from the nozzle to the cap. That way when he goes to open the bottle he’ll activate a shaving cream grenade.

You could just imagine the outcome, the scene plays in your mind causing you to giggle. You put the bottle back where you found it and look in the mirror. There’s a piece of paper stuck to it, you step closer to get a better look in the dark room.

Is that you?

The torn picture is taped to his bathroom mirror. Before you could muster up another thought the sound of muffled conversations and keys jingling behind the door pulls you into a panic. Hide, hide, you need to hide. Bucky would fume if he found you in his room. You can't go out the way you came in without getting caught so you pull the shower curtain to the side and jump in.

This wasn’t good. He just got back from a mission, what if he wanted to take a shower first? Oh you should’ve thought this through. You hear the door open.

“All I need is water on my face and sleep. I’ll see you guys in training, goodnight.”

The sound of heavy tactical gear and footsteps grow closer to the bathroom. The light turns on letting you see a faint outline of his body. He starts to strip from his tactical gear and- oh. You thank Thor and any other God for keeping Bucky in his boxers but wow. He bends down over the sink to rinse his face. He takes a deep breath and dries his face with a towel. He reaches to run his finger over the picture taped to the mirror. Your heart hammers in your chest loud enough that Bucky might hear it. He opens a cabinet and pulls out… here we go.

He pulls off the cap and a boom sounds through the space. His face looks like he took a mordida out of a birthday cake and someone else shoved his head farther into the icing. White foam drips from the ceiling and onto his head. His face is in shock and confusion.

“What the hell?”

You try your best to hold in your laugh but it was no use. Bucky hears the muffled gasps for air and yanks open the shower curtain.

“You little shit!”

He reaches for you but you duck under his arms and race out of the room into the hallway. Bucky’s not that far behind you running and leaving a trail of shaving cream behind him. You get to your room and lock your door.

The harsh pounds of a vibranium fist makes your room shake. “Open the door Y/N.” You stand in front of the door with the biggest grin.

“Or what? You know, I think you have bigger problems on your hands.” You lean to whisper to the crack in the door. “You made a little mess.”

Bucky turns to see the white foam that has turned the compound into a slip n slide. Down the hall a tired Sam comes out of his room rubbing his eyes. “Can you guys shut up everyones trying to sleep.” He looks at Bucky, “Why do you look like Santa?”

Bucky sighs, “What?” Sam motions to the foam beard of Bucky’s face but he’s still met with a confused look.

“You know what, cut the bullshit and clean up, Tony’s gonna be pissed when he sees this.”

The man himself appears in the hallway. “Barnes why the fuck does my compound look like a winter wonderland?!”

Sam chuckles while retreating to his room, “Told you Santa.”

Bucky sends one more pound to your door. “You better watch your back Y/N.”

“Buena suerte Barnes.” Good Luck Barnes.

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It’s been a week since the shaving cream prank and Bucky still hasn’t retaliated. Usually he would get you back the next day and you weren't gonna lie, this scared you a little. How bad was this next prank gonna be? He’s taking too long and the urge to pull another prank is eating you alive. But the stupid rules state that you can’t prank the other person twice in a row. So that meant you had to wait for the bisabuelo with the metal arm to pick up his steps.  

The team had decided to go out and have a small bonfire near the trees outlining the compound to have a relaxing night. Tony had made a traditional campfire with logs for seats and had a built-in s'mores tray full of gram crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows. The logs seated up to three people leaving you to sit with Wanda and Peter, Wanda in the middle while you and Peter sat on the edges. Across from the bonfire sat Bucky, Steve, and Sam.

You haven’t sat at a bonfire since you were a little girl taking trips south of the border to go visit family. Memories started to come back from your childhood making you teary eyed.

Wanda noticed, “Y/N, are you okay?”

You look up to the stars hoping the cool air would dry your eyes but more memories come flooding in. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just… remembering.”

She lifts a hand to hover above your forehead. “Can I?” You nod as a stray tear falls down your cheek. A red glow emits from the palm of her hand as your mind is pushed back several years to a place you once called home.

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The clear starry night of your abuelas rancho has always been one of your favorite things. Your absolute favorite however was the life that those stars shine on. Your cousins are running around in the backyard playing with a ball and your abuelo is setting up a small campfire as you watch closely next to him. One of your cousins kicks the ball too hard in the wrong direction and knocks over a flower vase causing it to break. Abuela comes out of the house, “Ya me quebraron la maceta! Ya a dormir!” You broke my pot! Now to sleep!

Everyone walks inside like a dog with its tail in between its legs. You leave your abuelos side and start walking towards the door, towards abuela.

“Usted no. Quiero hablar contigo, ve y siéntate al lado de la lumbre.” Not you. I want to talk to you, go and sit next to the fire.

As you make your way back to the fire your grandfather bends down to kiss your head. “Buenas noches mija.” Goodnight. You look up at him and hug his waist. “Buenas noches abuelo.” He retreats into the small house for the night leaving you to sit in the warm dirt. The ends of your hair brush the earth with its length, reaching below your hips when you would stand.

She finally came out holding half a lemon, a cup of water, and a comb. You knew this meant she was going to comb your hair so you sat up straight and waited for her to sit behind you. She places the items on the ground and gathers your hair in her hands, slowly running her fingers through the long strands.

“Que largo tu pelo, que bonito.” How long your hair is, how pretty.

You squeeze the lemon into the cup of water and mix it. This mixture was like nature's perfume for hair. You hand her the cup, soon you feel the liquid running down your hair and down your neck. You stare up at the stars as she divides your hair into three sections and starts to braid.

“Tu cabello tiene tanta historia y tanto significado. Cada hembra representa a nuestros antepasados y nuestro orgullo.” Your hair has so much history and so much meaning. Each strand represents each of our ancestors and our pride.

She ties off the braid with a rubber band and pulls you to sit on her lap facing the fire.

“¿Me puedes prometer algo?” Can you promise me something?

You pull the long braid over your shoulder and run your fingers over the groves. “Si abuela.” Yes grandma.

She kisses your head, “Sé que no estaré aquí por mucho más tiempo y serás libre de tomar cualquier decisión cuando seas mayor, pero por favor no te cortes el cabello. Representa más de lo que sabes.” I know I won't be around for much longer and you will be free to make any decision when you're older but please don't cut your hair. It represents more than you know.

You don’t ever want to imagine a life without her but one day a strand will belong to her, meaning she’ll never leave you.

“Te lo prometo.” I promise.

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Your hair has been in a braid ever since, long enough now that its ends fall beneath your lower half. Wanda removes her hand and hugs you.  “She seems like a beautiful woman.”

You smile at the memories, “She was.”

You look around at the people gathered around the fire making s’mores. This is your family now, in some way. You hear a soft thud on the ground and look over to Peter. “Oh noooooo, my s’moreeee…” You finish the last line with him, “...it’s brokeeennnn.” You two giggle with each other over your stupid humor and go back to eating the warm treat.

Thor speaks up from the circle. “Is it possible to have pop tarts instead of gram crackers?” Clint gives a concerned look, “How do you not have diabetes?” Before Thor could respond Bucky shoots up from his seat. “Yeah, I’ll go get some.” You watch him as he walks back to the compound then turn your attention to Natasha as she starts telling ghost stories.

It’s been a couple of minutes and Bucky should have been back by now. You look towards the compound and he’s nowhere to be seen. Across the fire, Steve smiles at you but his expression quickly changes. Before you can ask what’s wrong you feel someone pull your hair from behind, almost pulling you off the log, and in a second the weight is gone. You turn to look behind you to find no one there.

Turning back to the fire Bucky takes his seat and raises what looks like a long rope with scissors. “I think you’re missing something.”

Wanda looks at you and gasps, quickly turning to Bucky with eyes fuming red. Everyone's attention switches from you to the item Bucky’s holding and small gasps are heard from all around. You take a closer look at the rope he’s holding, confused at the statement said before. But it's not a rope, it’s your braid.

No.

You reach behind your head to gather the long thick hair in your hand, but there’s nothing there. You freeze. A breeze brushes past and you feel the ends of your hair touching just above your shoulder. Mumblings from the group and yellings from Wanda ignite all around, but you can't hear anything, can’t feel anything.  

“¿Me puedes prometer algo?” Can you promise me something?

You can’t breathe.

“Te lo prometo.” I promise.

You look through the fire to see Bucky confused at your reaction, there's a hint of worry behind his eyes. That’s when the tears start to fall, and they don’t stop. You can feel a panic attack coming to the surface. Hiccups and sudden gasps for air shock your body while hot tears fall onto your chest.

Wanda grabs your shoulders and brings you to stand. “Let’s head inside honey.”

You don't respond, it’s like your body has no control or urge to move. As both of you pass Bucky, Wanda snatches your braid from his hands. “You cold-hearted, insensitive man.”

Bucky makes a move to stand as you two walk off but Steve places a hand on his shoulder holding him down. “Just stop, Buck. You’ve done enough.”

The walk to your room feels like a year's journey. How could he do this to you? Yeah, you never actually told him how much your hair meant to you but you didn’t know he was going to chop it off. The prank wars went far but never this far. But how can someone justify this as a prank? This wasn’t a prank, this was pure cruelty. Wanda opens your bedroom door and ushers you inside to sit on the bed. You stare at the ground with teary eyes and feel a dip in the bed behind you. Wanda gathers your short hair in her hands and a sob finally breaks through you.

She leans to speak softly in your ear. “Shh, don’t worry honey. Don’t you remember?” She holds her hand in front of your face. “Some people don't call me a witch for nothing.”

She holds the long chopped braid under the new shorter tips of your hair. A red glow gleams behind your head and the familiar weight is brought back to your scalp. Your head whips around to face her while the braid follows the movement onto your shoulder.

“Wanda, how did you-?”

You hug her with such a force almost making both of you fall off the bed.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Wanda.”

She laughs and steadies your bodies, “Your welcome.”

A knock turns your attention to the door. You wipe your tears away, “Who is it?”

“It’s Bucky can I come in?”

You start to push yourself off of the bed when Wanda puts an arm on your shoulder. “Are you sure? You smile and nod. Bucky has his head down when you open the door. Wanda shoots him a glare as she walks out leaving both of you alone. Bucky walks in looking at the floor and lifts his head as you close the door.

He catches sight of the long beautiful braid reattached as if nothing ever cut the strands. He lets out a relieved sigh. You walk around him to sit on the bed and pat the spot next to you signaling him to take a seat, he does.

“Y/N I-”

“I made a promise to someone that was very dear to me. I planned to never break that promise until I was six feet under.”

His eyes stare into yours with regret and sadness.

“What you did out there made me feel like I was already six feet under. Even further than that.”

A tear rolls down his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N I- I never would have done what I did if I had known. Please forgive me.”

Your hand rises to cup his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “I forgive you. Truce?”

He takes your hand in his. “Truce.”

He hugs you. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your chin rests on his head as you run your fingers through his hair. “Bucky?” His hum is muffled through your hair.

“Why am I on your bathroom mirror?”

“Shit.”

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a/n: Yay! This is my second post and I’m so excited to do more. Any suggestions are extremely appreciated! My request box is open so feel free to leave a little something :)

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MASTERLIST

DO NOT repost any of these as your own with or without my credit. If you do, I’ll send La Llorona to bite off your nalgas in your sleep.

*  = 18+ (This means no minors ya little nasties)

Breathe 

Finals are right around the corner making you hyper focused on your studies and nothing else, not even your health. A certain super soldier steps in to take care of you.

Holding History

Prank wars between the reader and Bucky are all fun and games until one prank goes too far. 

Fireworks Go Boom

Reader loves fireworks with all their heart and pulls Bucky along with them to watch them light up the night sky. But what happens when the sudden loud sounds flow through the ex-winter soldier? 

-----------------------Currently Writing -------------------------

On Thin Ice

What is supposed to be a loving date with Bucky takes a turn for the worst. Will he face his fear to save you?

[luna-lunera-morada]

Breathe

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first fic so my writing definitely needs some work but I hope you enjoy it :) Also if there's anything I should add to my warnings pls let me know.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Finals are right around the corner making you hyper focused on your studies and nothing else, not even your health. A certain super soldier steps in to take care of you.

Warnings: stressed reader, angst, fluff, lack of food and sleep ~ (I think that's it)

Word count: 1.3k

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Memorize.

Read.

Memorize.

Write.

Read.

Memorize.

It was a vicious cycle that you dared not to get out of. The computer screen at your desk has been on for days and feels hot to the touch from overuse. You could surely say that about yourself too.

Finals are coming up, quick, and not a minute can be wasted. Getting good grades have always been extremely important to you. Striving for the best and getting straight A’s every semester, you weren't going to change that pattern now.

Blinking hurts. You can already feel the damage your eyes are taking from endless hours of staring at a screen. If you looked in a mirror you’d probably mistake yourself for a raccoon with the dark shade of your eyebags. When was the last time you slept? What time is it? Having what you like to call study isolation makes the days blur together into one big blob. You look down to your phone.

4:55am.

Throwing your head back in your chair, you groan. “Oh god.”

But you always tell yourself, “Just study a bit more. Then you can take a break.”

That dream break never comes though. Like a tunnel that keeps growing, pushing the light farther and farther away. You can study for a little bit longer, right?

✧✧✧

Bucky walks into the shared kitchen at the compound for lunch. It’s Sunday, meaning it’s Wanda’s turn to cook. His stomach is grumbling at just the thought of it.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam had just gotten back from a week long mission in the knee deep snow mountains. All he needs is a good meal and his girl.

“Hey Wanda, where’s Y/N?”

She turns her attention from the stove. “I think she’s in her room. Haven’t seen her in a while so I’m not sure.”

Bucky furrows his brows in confusion. Y/N never goes a day without talking to Wanda, they’re inseparable.

Wanda sets Bucky’s plate on the table. The smell of Chicken Paprikash fills the kitchen. “Sit and eat first, we all know that mission was a pain.” She walks back to the stove. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. please call everyone into the kitchen.”

The A.I. takes a second to respond. “Mr. Stark has requested for the phrase ‘chow time’ to be used when calling for a meal.”

Wanda stops stirring the Parikash and puts a hand on her hip that is still holding the spoon. She sighs, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you call chow time, please.”

Bucky chuckles and sits down, draping his black jacket across the chair next to him to save you a seat. The A.I. responds, “Certainly Ms. Maximoff.”

The sudden sound of F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice through the audio system lurches your head off of your desk. Your cheek lights up with pain and you can already feel the pattern of the keyboard on your face. Did you fall asleep? The dried drool from your mouth to ear confirms your suspicions.

“What did you say F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You rub your face trying to fully wake up.

“Ms. Maximoff has called chow time in the kitchen two hours ago. You did not respond and I am programmed to send you a reminder.” You turn to check the time. How long have you been asleep?

2:00pm

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You had slept for so long, how could you let this happen?

A rumbling wave comes from your stomach. Wanda’s supposed to cook today and everyone in the compound knows for a fact that her food is the best. Your stomach says go to the kitchen. But you can study for a while more. I mean this is what you get for sleeping so long. The study hours need to be redeemed somehow.

You sit up straight in your chair and crack the stiff joints on your body.

✧✧✧

An empty seat next to Bucky during lunch and now dinner. It wasn’t unusual for you to miss a meal once in a while but Bucky returned from a mission today. On days like these you’re stuck to his hip, pecking him on the cheek, and squeezing the living life out of him. Something’s definitely up.

Bucky walks to your door with a plate of leftovers in his hand. He knocks. “Doll, are you in there? I brought you some food.”

You freeze. Was that?

What day is it? You know it’s Sunday but what’s the actual date?

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. what’s todays date?”

“Today is Sunday January 29th, 2023.”

January 29th.

Bucky is supposed to be back today. Bucky’s back!

You jump off your chair and race to the door to open it. Bucky’s wearing his gray sweatpants and a black jacket. Yup, he definitely got back today.

“Hi doll, you weren’t at lunch or dinner so I brought you foo-”

You knock the words out of his mouth with the sudden hug you give him. Your head digs into his chest. God how you missed this smell.

He chuckles, “I missed you too.”

Bucky starts to feel a warm patch on his chest followed by small sniffles. He places the plate on the floor and leads you to sit on your bed. Your head burrows itself further into his chest.

“Darling what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t get an answer. Instead receiving a tight hug around his waist while the sniffles grow louder. He grabs your shoulders pushing you back to look at you.

“Talk to me, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

You stare into his eyes. How could you forget he was coming back today. Any mission could be his last and your heart glowed when he returned. It was like a habit, every time Bucky came back you would be waiting outside the quintet with the biggest hugs and kisses he could ever receive. That was until other priorities overtook your mind.

“I’m sorry.” The words mumble they're way out your mouth. Afraid if you spoke louder you’d break into sobs.

“What are you sorry for Y/N? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Of course he would say that. No matter what you do he always looks over your flaws as if they didn’t exist. His hand runs up and down your back helping you control the sudden breaths breaking through your body. Taking a couple seconds to control your breathing, you look up.

“I forgot you were coming today I was supposed to be on the landing bay waiting for you I was just-”

“Breathe Y/N.”

He looks around the dark room and finds that the only thing lighting it is the computer screen. Balled up pieces of paper circle around your chair and scribbled flashcards litter your desk.

“What’s going on doll? Tell me please, I don’t like seeing you in distress.”

Tears touch your lips and the salty taste fills your mouth. “I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing.”

“My finals are coming up and my studies have been taking up my mind. I was so focused that everything slipped my mind.”

Bucky sighed and pulled you onto his lap as you nuzzled into his chest. “Oh honey.”

Your sniffles die down and Bucky takes a comfortable breath in. “How about…” He tickles your stomach causing streams of laughter and giggles to make their way out. “...We put some food in here, snuggle in bed, and watch a movie, yeah?”

You sure could use a break, and how could you say no to what he has to offer. You close your eyes studying the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Your arms wrap around his torso. “Thank you, Buck.”

“For what?”

You sit up in his lap, “For always being there for me even when I don’t do the same.”

He looks down and secures your head in the palm of his hands. “Don’t you dare say that. You’re there for me in more ways than you know. Just knowing that you’ll be here when I return is the only thing that keeps me on my game during missions. I gotta get back to my best girl.”

You smile, “I love you Bucky.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

A smirk splays across your face. “That's not possible.”

“Try me.”

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a/n: THANKS FOR READING! This is my first fic and I’m so excited to make more. I’m really new to learning the navigation of what it takes to have an account like this, so any tips are greatly appreciated <3

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