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hello, i’ve never really requested anything before so i’m sorry if i’m unclear or if i mess something up.

i was wondering if you could do a Bucky one-shot where the reader is on the thinner side, meaning she didn’t have any bold curves, instead her curves are on the softer side and not all that visible. she has small boobs and a small ass, and her body is something she is very insecure about, she never really liked being flat.

the setting could be at a party or wherever you choose, but basically reader sees Bucky talking to some woman at a party (reader and Bucky are dating) and the womans body is everything the reader wished her body was like. the woman had bold curves, big boobs and a big ass. reader got a bit self-conscious after seeing Bucky talk to the woman, and started feeling that maybe Bucky would be more attracted to her if she was more curvier and not as flat as she was.

when they get back from the party (or wherever you decide) Bucky can tell that something is bothering reader, as she doesn’t talk to him the whole car ride back, and seems down all of a sudden.

once they get back into their apartment, Bucky asks reader what’s wrong and at first she won’t tell him but eventually he gets it out of her. she admits everything, all of her insecurities about her body and how she felt when she saw her with that woman.

you can make it a bit a gary and i would prefer a smutty ending :))

I'm not sure what "a bit a gary" means, and as this is a sfw blog, I do not write smut, but the rest of your request is below.

Body - Bucky Barnes

Content warnings; body dysmorphia descriptions, self-doubt, and language, alcohol consumption.

You'd always been flat. No curves or bumps to speak of, nothing that you thought fit your definition of a 'sexy' body type. You were pretty, but you'd never been fond of the way your body was shaped. It drove you crazy every time you made your way past a woman with an hourglass figure or someone with an ass that was visible. Yet you had a wonderful boyfriend that would die for you and your body. But after all of the time you'd spent with him, all of the loved he'd shared with you, you still felt unworthy.

The night had started simple, and when you walked into the Avengers tower, the place bustling with people holding drinks and mingling with plenty of strangers, everything felt all right. Bucky was with you, an arm around your waist as you moved through the people to the bar. That's when things started to take a turn for the worst. Of course, Tony Stark had ordered the prettiest women around to serve drinks, and as you approached the bar a goddess of a woman appeared before you. She was everything you were not, and you swore Bucky's eyes lingered on her more than they ever had you. That got you overthinking. You analysed the woman, her body was curvy, shaped in what you deemed to be a perfect way, and God, her face was to die for. It killed you to sit down at the bar before the woman, where anyone walking past was free to see the comparison of your two beings so close to each other. Bucky was beside you, and whilst he sat with his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently as he ordered drinks, his affection felt like nothing. The other woman was all you could focus on. Was he looking at her? Did he see the differences between you and the woman behind the bar? Did he think he may have settled for less when he looked at you now?

"Earth to Y/N." Bucky's voice pulls you back to reality and you turn away from the lady to face him. His eyes hold concern, and he shuffles his bar stool closer to yours, your knee brushing against his. "You okay, honey?" His voice is so sweet, and it kills you to think you could lose him to someone else.

"Yeah, I'm good." The words come as a mumble, panicked and disoriented as you continue to think about your relationship falling apart over something so simple as your body type. Bucky doesn't believe you in the slightest, leaning in closer to you.

"We can get out of here if you want, I don't like this place that much either." He smiles as he whispers the words against your ear, not that he has to whisper. The party is loud enough that no one would hear anything outside of the music and their own shouted conversations, but he does it just to be a flirt.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine, really." You place a hand on his arm and turn back to the bar, ordering as you try not to focus on the woman making your drink. She's mesmerising and you just can't stop staring. Fear races through you though, when Bucky speaks, addressing the stunning figure behind the bar with a smile.

"Kind of loud here, isn't it?" The woman laughs at his half-question, and it absolutely guts you to think Bucky would leave you for someone like her, though you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

"Yeah, but parties always are." It's the woman's response, and she begins cleaning a glass. How she does such a simple task in such a sexy manner you don't know, but when you glance at Bucky, he's looking at her, and not you. He's not looking at you and you doubt he'll even want to after this party.

You stand from your stool, taking your drink with you and leaving Bucky behind for the time being. You can't deal with your overwhelming thoughts concerning your self-worth right now, and would much prefer to get drunk somewhere else, away from the comparison of other appealing people. When you're walking through the crowds, however, it seems to get worse. You're faced with plenty of other women that look so perfect under the dimmed lights of the party, and you really don't need that right now. It's killing you, and you race to the bathroom, not willing to confront the issues that lie before you. You sit in there for a while, thinking over everything and sipping slowly at your drink, waiting for the energy of the party to pass. You know it won't. It's a Stark party after all, and they can go on for days.

"Hey, you in there?" The voice is one you recognise, followed by two firm knocks on the wood of the bathroom door. Bucky stands outside it, and for a moment you think about staying silent, letting him move on and leave you in peace, but you do still love him.

"Yeah." you place your drink down on the sink, propping yourself up on the edge of the bathtub when Bucky calls to you again. His voice is sweet, trustworthy, but you can't help but think of the bartender once more, stealing his attention.

"Can I come in?" He's leaning against the door, shoulder pressed to it as he waits, and when you finally unlock it, turning the nob, Bucky lets out a sigh of relief.

"What're doing hiding out in here, baby?" He closes the door behind him when he enters, watching as you move back to sit on the edge of the tub. He follows suit, though he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"I just don't want to be here right now." You feel bad saying it because you don't want Bucky to feel as though he has to leave with you if he's having a good time, but as much as you hate to admit it you don't want him with all these pretty girls either.

"I hate it here too." his response isn't a surprise to you, though you don't know if it's true. He seemed pretty comfortable at the bar after all. "D'you wanna get outta here?" he squeezes your hand and for a second you can believe you still might be what he's looking for. You nod, despite your raging thoughts, and in the next few minutes you've made it out of the party and into the cool night air of New York. It makes you feel better, the freedom of being outside, but you're cramped in with your feelings again on the car ride home with Bucky beside you. You don't say anything to him about the bartender because you don't know how to broach the subject without seeming clingy and jealous. It's never worked out for you when you've tried to talk about your insecurities with past boyfriends and you think that might be what's holding you back. That and the fact that Bucky might dump you for someone with a different body type now that he's seen what he's missing.

When you pull up at your place, everything seems different. The front steps, the door, the way your keys jingle in the lock. It all seems heavier, more threatening, and when you make it to your couch, flopping down and taking off your shoes, you still can't relax.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Bucky stands in the kitchen, eyes locked on your figure as he removes his gloves, which he still feels the need to wear in public settings.

"Nothing. Nothing's going on." You try to be convincing, but the way you say it is anything but and soon Bucky is approaching you slowly, as if afraid that he'll make it worse.

"You sure? Because you seem a little on edge right now." When you look at him his eyes scream concern, and you hate that you're making him feel that way, but he doesn't know exactly how he's making you feel either. "D'you wanna talk about it?" His words are gentle and sweet and as much as you want to spill all your feelings out for him to interpret, you can't bring yourself to do it.

"I'm fine Bucky, I'm going to bed." And so, you do. You stand, walking to your bedroom as quickly as possible. It just pisses you off more, however, when you're getting ready to sleep because taking your dress off isn't an issue. And even though that's great in some aspects, you wish it wasn't as easy. You wanted to have to peel your dress over your body shape, not just have it fall to the floor once the zip comes undone. But you suppose it helps in this scenario as you race to put on your pajamas and hop into bed before Bucky can catch you to talk. You weren't fast enough though and Bucky entered the room just as you'd finished dressing yourself.

"We're gonna talk about this." It isn't a question or an offer but rather a statement as Bucky comes up behind you, turning you to look at him. "What's going on?"

Somehow that gets to you, and in the next moment you find your emotions boiling up. It's like an explosion of all your thoughts in just a few sentences and Bucky stands there in wait for you to finish.

"Do you wish I was curvier? Do you wish I wasn't as flat as I am?"

That's the sentence that causes Bucky to frown, and you actually think that he might be genuinely confused. "What?"

"I saw the way you looked at the lady behind the bar, she was pretty, wasn't she? Is she your type? because I'm really sorry, but I don't look like that." Your voice has raised in the time you've been talking, and Bucky dares to take a step forward, silencing you when he takes your face in his hands.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You are my type, and honestly, I can't remember what the girl at the bar even looked like. You were all I could focus on." His voice is gentle, and then he's pressing a short kiss to your lips, enveloping you in a hug as you settle down.

"Are you telling me the truth right now?" Your question comes quietly, head against Bucky's shoulder as you wait for his answer. He gives it to you without a second thought.

"When have I ever lied to you?" He sounds so sincere, and you let yourself believe him because that's all you really want to do. At the end of the night, you're the one he went home with, not some other girl and you think that speaks for itself. The pressure of trying to be someone else might get to you, but Bucky does love you and now you're confident in that fact. He hopes you always will be.

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Coffee

Summary: Bucky Barnes/Reader, Reader works in a coffee shop and tries to hide her powers

You smile at the man as he comes back to the counter.

“Can I get a black coffee with two sugars?”

“Of course, your name?”

“Uhh, James..” He furrows his brow.

“It’s so I can call it out when it’s ready, helps us keep track when it’s busy..” You smile again and he nods and sits at the usual chair in the corner. You made a point of moving the chair over before he gets there. You don’t tell him. You peek from behind the counter. Sarah smiles at you and bumps your hip as she walks by.

“His coffee is up, go on, you got his name and everything..”

“James.” He stands up and rushes over.

“Yes?” You smile warmly

“Your coffee.” He laughs a little fast and nods, taking it from the counter. You can hear the gentle hum of your powers in the back of your head and you brush your hand against his letting them rush over him. He smiles retreating back to his- the chair. Sarah laughs at you as you spend the rest of the day stealing glances at James. When he leaves as you start to close up he waves goodbye and vanishes into the street.

“So, you know his name, are we going to wear nametags now?”

“Shut up, I was thinking about it but you know how many creeps there are out there.” When you walk into the shop next morning Sarah hands you a new nametag, the shops logo on the side. You smile laughing at her and pin it to your shirt. He comes in, you notice the exhaustion seems less in the way he moves. You pay no mind to the prickle of paranoia that filters through after taking his nightmares. You brush your hand back against his, letting your powers pull more of his nightmares. You smile at the little victories you’ve given him. The dark bags under his eyes lighten, and his voice gets steadier and less coarse as he’s able to sleep without screaming. You brush your hands against him and you can feel the anxiety hit you as you close the shop up. You know you’re in for a rough night but you hope he’ll be sleeping soundly as you wake up screaming for the dead you killed.

He comes in a little later, moving a bit faster, he looks slightly sweaty and you realize he’s in workout clothes. He’s followed by two other men, one with a blinding smile who Sarah smiles at as he saunters over to the counter. You finish washing the used mugs as James walks over followed by the blonde man who was caught holding the door for a few moments.

“What can I get you two?” You cough a little, your voice horse and failing from screaming through the night.

“ Black coffee two sugars, an iced Americano-“

“I’ll have a black coffee as well, not an iced Americano, and one of every sandwich, heated please.”

“Of course.”

“Make it two of all of them please.” James smiles at you and you nod.

“together or separate?”

“Together.” The blonde man smiles handing over a credit card. You swipe it and hand it back.

‘I’ll bring it over alright?” You smile but it falters as you see James moving over to where his chair should be. You rush over pushing the large armchair over and turning it so it faces the rest of the café. “Sorry! I could have sworn I moved that back.” You laugh a little and smile. You can hear the two men talking quietly as you make your way back smiling apologetically as Sarah reads their order.

“You’re making this.” You nod and move to the back, As you’re cooking the sandwiches you look over and see the cookie dough mix on the shelf, you pull a jar down and add the eggs as you let the oven heat up. You wrap the sandwiches in foil and wrap the cookies in their own foil pack and debate adding a note, Sarah hands you the coffee and you set it down before handing off the plate with all the sandwiches.

“You two have to stop overwhelming the staff, they’re not used to people eating this much, look you even got cookies! You two are going to be the death of me.” The man laughs and Sarah snickers.

“I made the cookies, sir. As an extra.” The man smiles as he bites into one.

‘Damn good cookies..” You smile and turn to go back to the counter.

“Thanks Y/N.” You barely hear James’ voice, you nod and rush back towards the counter. Sarah laughs at your blush before she brings the smiling man a wrap. They leave an hour later, the plates cleaned of every scrap of sandwich and cookies. You clear the plates and cups smiling as you reposition the chair back to where it normally is.

“I still don’t know why you do that. It’s silly, just leave it there..”

“But Jim gets mad if it’s not there..”

“He won't notice.” You close the shop leaving the chair in James’ spot. When you come in the morning Jim is standing beside it huffing.

“Y/N? The chair has been moved. Again.” He huffs, crossing his arms, his face reddening as you stutter out an explanation.

“Sorry Y/N, I forgot to move the chair back didn’t I, I’m real sorry ‘bout that doll.” James offers an apologetic smile. Jim’s face softens and he laughs.

“Sorry about sir, I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” James smiles, smoothing over any lingering anger Jim was going to throw at you. You shakily smile at both of them and return to the counter.

“The usual?”

“Yes, also an Iced Americano, a Black tea, and if it’s not too much trouble could I get a slice of lemon and some jam with it..”

“With the tea? On the side or on it?”

“Ummm..” James turns and you see a stunning redheaded woman walk up.

“Tash, jam on the side?”

“Side..” She smiles.

“Is that your seat?” James nods and smiles slightly. She moves over a chair and comes back to the counter, she hands you a credit card and as you swipe it you catch her asking James something in Russian. You know enough to follow a basic conversation and you realize she’s asking him something about you. He smiles and nods, mumbling something you can’t hear. You smile as you hand them their drinks.

“If it’s not a bother, maybe some of those cookies again.” You smile and nod moving towards the back.

“Y/N!” You wince when Jim shouts across the café.

“Yes sir!” You turn and scramble towards his office offering a sheepish smile towards James and Tash.

“You make sure those two get whatever they want..”

“Of course sir!” He nods and pats your head.

“And keep your powers in check, I swear I can feel your jumpiness, whatever you fixed yesterday don’t do it again you’re wearing yourself out.”

“Of course sir, it won’t happen again.”

James doesn’t show up for almost two weeks and you can tell that you have a crush as soon as his blonde friend walks in and you bit back asking about James.

“Two black coffee’s one with two sugars please.” You nod and turn to fill the to go cups. The man smiles and takes them.

“James asked about the cookies, since he never got them last time he was in..”

“Oh! I can give you the mix if you want, so he can make it at home!” Your eyes light up when he nods. You scribble out the directions and in an impulse you add your number letting him know to call if he has any questions.

“It’s my own recipe so if he has any trouble he can blame me.” You laugh and wave as he leaves. You try not to cling to your phone, but as the café closes for the night and you trudge back to your house you try not to whimper too much as your phone remains empty of any notifications. You sluggishly move up your stairs and all but fall into your tiny apartment’s main hall.

“I’m home Nessa, I have a couple leftover sandwiches if you want.” Nessa appears smiling.

“So James didn’t show up again?”

“How can you tell?”

“You look pitiful, honestly like someone kicked a puppy, l think you should at least try to talk to him next time he comes in..” You nod as Nessa eats the leftover wrap you hand her. You try to relax but the fear bubbling in your chest has you tossing and turning, you hope James isn’t having too many nightmares.

The next morning you drag yourself out of bed and stare in the mirror the bags under your eyes have lightened but you worriedly poke at them. You pull over the sweater hanging in your closet and make your way towards the café.

Sarah’s standing, just opening the door.

“Sorry I’m late I didn’t think the school run would take me as long and-“ You nod pushing her in as both of you scramble through the daily tasks as a few customers start to trickle in. You’re helping the man in line and he stumbles around a list someone has given him repeating and adding in things he seems unsure of, he seems to pause and take notice of the line forming and he side steps.

“I’ll let you guys finish with the rush first.” You shoot him a grateful look and as the rush finally dies down the man looks up from his phone.

“Alright I got a much better list, so, sorry this is going to be a big order… I need five chicken wraps, two chicken and ham toasties, four Cajun chicken and cheese, three salad bowls, and two jars of cookies? Anyway, for the drinks I need three iced Americano’s, two latte’s, one tea with lemon and jam, two double espresso shots, and a black coffee two sugars.” You nod.

“To go right?”

“No we’re eating here..” Tash and the blonde man appear next to him and he laughs.

“You guys made me come in here to order this all why?”

“We had to convince James she wouldn’t hate him” Tash looks up to you. ‘He burnt your cookies, fell asleep with them in the oven..” The blonde man smiles. Your eyes widen.

‘That’s awful! I always hate when I fall asleep like that, always messes me up, he’s okay though?” You laugh a little to cover up the worry about his sleeping habits. You turn when Sarah drops a platter.

“You okay?” You tilt your head when she doesn’t respond. You turn and see Iron Man standing in the door. Suddenly his suit peels back and seems to vanish. The other Avengers soon follow and you peer around them as James sneaks in towards his chair.

“You know the Avengers?” James stares at you.

“Doll, I’m part of the Avengers, I thought you knew? It’s why you’d move the chair and turn the music down right?” You stare back, Blonde man becomes Steve Rogers, Tash, is now the Black widow, and the man who smiles at Sarah is Falcon. You shake your head.

‘What? No! I just did that cause I know what it’s like to be anxious in social situations..”

“Oh.” Natasha laughs and helps you bring the platters of food over. You smile and finish cleaning up, both you and Sarah are about to go into the back when Clint Barton waves you over.

“You two, come sit, tell us about serving this asshole for the past four months..”

“it’s been five actually.” James jabs Clint in the side and Sarah snickers.

‘Aww cute, he was counting, still hasn’t called you though.” You laugh along with them and stand.

‘Anyone want more coffee? I have to call my roommate to tell her I’ll be late..” You pull your phone out and call Nessa as you brew another cup of coffee.

“Hello?”

“Hey Nessa, I’m going to be late, So don’t wait up! Yeah I can get milk and Oh gross! No that’s just, ew. You can do that on your own.”

“What happened?” You set the coffee pot in the middle of the table.

“My roommate wanted me to pick up things for her and her current boyfriend, which is gross.” You wrinkle your nose holding up the pot pouring a fresh cup for everyone. Your had brushes James and you tense as your powers pull the thoughts of sex from your brain. You whip your head up to Sarah and stand up offering the coffee pot up to her as she passes by.

“Sarah I fucked up.”

“How? Did you take too much?” Sarah watches you as you look nervously back to the Avengers who are trying not to be obvious about eavesdropping.

“No I uh, I gave some stuff up and it’s uh, related to Nessa and what she was, uh-“

“Y/N are you serious? What did you take? If you gave that?” You squeeze your eyes shut and curl your fingers against your arm.

“I’m sorry.” Sarah rolls her eyes.

“It’s fine. I’ll make some soup for you then?” You nod ducking your head as she pulls you into a hug before asking you to lock the back up. When you return the Avengers are gone and you ask her but she shakes her head, leading you back up the street to her apartment.

“I called Mark and he and the kids are at his mother’s so you don’t have to worry about waking them up. Now, want to talk about what’s been going on for the past few months?”

“I’ve been taking James’s nightmares. It was an accident at first, our hands brushed and my powers just took it; it was too strong to resist. After that, well, he looked so happy and calm, not having nightmares. I figured what was a few more days of it, if it helped him.”

“That why you were such a mess when he was out for two weeks.” You nod ducking your head before Sarah pushes the bowl closer.

“Eat. When was the last time you had a full meal?”

“Uhh, two days ago when you made me dinner, I have eaten since then! Just not a proper meal.” Sarah nods and watches you eating in silence for a moment.

“So what dream did you give him this time? You said it had something to do with Nessa?”

“She called me talking about her and Peter’s sex life and it got stuck in my head and-“ You cut yourself off as Sarah starts laughing.

“Oh my god you gave him a sex dream. That’s hilarious, sorry I mean, very serious, why is it a problem.”

“It’s not a problem, just awkward.” Sarah rolls her eyes.

“You’re being overdramatic, it won’t change anything.” You nod, finishing your soup and curling on the couch with a blanket.

“Y/N, what did you take from him.”

“I’ll find out in a bit.” You tug a pillow closer and tuck the blanket against your chin. You can hear Sarah moving quietly around her kitchen and settling everything down for the night.

You don’t wake up, you come to your senses suddenly, the cold is biting into you. You’ve had this nightmare before, when he falls from a train. You step forward being moved as a pawn in his place. Instead of stepping to the left you step to the right, pulled by the wrong force and you know this nightmare is not one you’ve had before. You can’t scream when Steve falls. You stare transfixed, wishing that the nightmare would finish. You feel the tugging from the dreams force and you follow it, letting go and letting the dream plummet you down. You catch up to the Captain, the fear evident on his face. You hit the ground and can feel everything splinter, normally this is the point he loses consciousness and you wake screaming and crying. This is not the nightmare you know. You stare unseeing and all-seeing at the same time. You see Steve’s body heaving, the serum trying to heal all his injuries and you can hear the pained groans from him as his bones try to knit themselves together over and over, splinters trying to regrow but stabbing into his muscles ripping tendons that heal over creating a thick rope of scar tissue winding on his arm and down his leg. You try to call out but find yourself screaming as Steve suddenly seems to shrink, reverting to before the serum ran through his veins, his injuries vanish and he crawls over to you, curling against your chest he cries.

Why did you jump, why did you jump. You could have lived, you could have lived.

You wake up screaming, tears soaking your face and you twist out of the blanket thumping against the floor howling in pain. Sarah’s next to you in an instant, her hands too warm and freezing against your back and neck, she tugs your hair slightly and motions to a trashcan as you gag and vomit into it. You tremble, hunched over it whimpering, she places a cool rag against the back of your neck.

“There we go, there we go sweetie, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You climb into her lap like a child and let her mother you.

“He fell, he jumped with him, got hurt, wouldn’t stop healing then he got small again, too small was gonna freeze, he was gonna freeze cause’a me.” You shiver against Sarah’s arms and she tuts softly, rubbing her arm against your back in circles as she hums. You fall asleep before she moves you back to the couch.

You wake up in the morning and don’t even register that Sarah’s given you fresh coffee until half the mug is down your throat and you feel the burning bubbling against it. Sarah sighs and holds out your uniform, which you change into, stumbling down towards the street the shop’s on before she stops you and points to pancakes on the table, you grab two from the stack stuffing them in your mouth as you motion to the door. She sighs rolling her eyes and following you as you both make your way to the café.

You’re exhausted, slumped against the counter you barely move until the figures that entered are in front of you. You struggle to stand swaying as you try to smile before shaking your head and taking in the people who wait.

“Welcome, what can I get you?”

“Black Coffee two sugars, two double espresso shots, and two cups of tea.” You look up to see James smiling at you. You nod wincing as your head swims.

‘You okay doll?”

“Yeah, just nightmares, no big deal” You smile at James as he moves to sit next to Natasha and Steve, Wanda stands next to the table, pulling a chair over.

“You threw up, I’m telling you just go home.” Sarah calls out and you stare shocked at the concern that covers James’s face.

“You’re sick? You sure you should be here? If you’re not feeling well you should go home, I can take you home if you need.” You blink sluggishly.

“I’m okay, it was only a little puke, nothing bad, nothing bad.” You try to smile again but can feel tears prickling.

“I can stop the nightmares for a bit, if you’d like.” You shake your head at Wanda.

“At least let me.” She reaches a hand out and you feel your powers tugging hers to you. She gapes at you and you pull as many of her nightmares as you can manage before she tugs her hand back.

“You poor thing, why is this happening to you?” You sit over in a chair in between her and James.

“It’s not a dream thing, it’s healing.”

“What?”

“I can heal people, it just so happens you guys have more psychological issues that physical right now.”

“So what you’re taking our memories?”

“No I’m taking the trauma, and I’m dealing with it so you don’t have to, when you think back on those memories they won’t be triggers anymore.” You smile at James.

“How long?”

“Since the first time you got coffee here, I didn’t mean to my powers do it on there own and, it’s fine really I can handle it.”

“Wait are you telling me you’ve been taking and having my nightmares for five months?”

“Yeah I’m sorry I should have-“

“You’ve been torturing yourself so I could get a few hours of sleep a night?? You don’t even know me, what was the point of that.”

“You smiled more.”

“What?” James stares at you for a moment.

“You smiled more, it was nice.” Sarah hands you a cup of tea.

“Y/N. Nessa wanted to let you know she’s moving in with Peter.”

“Oh, yeah okay, that’s great. Give me a sec.” you brush by Sarah and clutch your arms as you sink behind the staff door.

“Fuck.” You mumble to yourself. You shake your head clearing your thoughts. You step out from the back offering a wary smile

“Anyways, guess I’ll have to find somewhere else to live. It’ll be fine though.” You smile reassuringly at Sarah “You can be an Avenger, and live with me.” James nods enthusiastically at you.

“I can’t I don’t-“

“You have powers, we could use a healer on missions, it’d help us out a lot.” Wanda smiles.

“You can’t just offer me a job without any training. I don’t even know how to throw a punch, let alone fight.”

“Come with me to the compound, just for the night?” James smiles at you and you find yourself nodding. Wanda laughs and gestures for everyone to leave.

You’re following them as they make their way through the tower.

“We live at the compound but we do training and host parties here. I thought it best to run it by the team first.” James leads you through and you wave at Clint.

“Coffee girl finally managed to get past the café door, even more impressive she’s in the tower.”

“At least I have a girl.” Clint rolls his eyes.

“I have a wife so I out-rank you.” You snicker as James looks offended.

“Y/N I can’t believe you’d side with him. Betrayed by my own girl.” James throws his hands up laughing.

“Is Tony here? I wanted to ask about her staying at the compound.”

“You don’t need to ask about having girls over.”

“No to live with us.”

“Skipping a few steps then?” Tony peers at you.

“She has powers, and nowhere to live, I guessed she wouldn’t take too kindly to me renting her a place so I figured this was the best option.”

“You wanted to be her sugar daddy?”

“Her what?” He turns to look quizzically at you.

“I’ll explain it later.” Tony smirks at you.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need, what are your powers?”

“Here.” You move towards him about to brush your hand against his before Bucky jerks you back.

“I can heal, I was going to take some of your trauma, I absorb it by touching.”

“Oh, is that why Bucky slept so well after his visits to your café?” Tony laughs

“Yeah, I was taking his trauma and dealing with it and-“

“So you make yourself have nightmares? That why you look like someone ran you over?” You nod, yawning.

“Well you should sleep, we’re having dinner at the compound at seven, so you could head over and nap before.” Tony smiles. You lean on Bucky as he lets Steve know.

“Come on doll.” You fall asleep on the ride over and wake as Bucky gently shakes you.

“You want me to call you James or Bucky?”

“Bucky, why’d you call me James all the time anyways, I don’t mind but I’m curious.”

“You told me your name was James in the café, I just stuck with that.” He nods leading you towards a room. He laughs at you.

“What? That’s the nicest looking bed I’ve seen in weeks. I’ve been sleeping on a couch cause my roommate kept bringing her boyfriend back.” Bucky nods.

“Sleep well, I’ll wake you before dinner.” You nod curling under the covers and tugging a pillow over.

It’s a new nightmare this time. You’re standing in front of an empty room. You see Natasha leaning against the door before she rushes over and you smack your hand against her face throwing her back. You stare at the metal fingers as they adjust. You watch as she charges again and you smack her back kicking her as she lies on the ground. You hear a creaking sound. You look around and spot yourself stepping through the door. You tilt your head watching yourself rush over. You lift your hand up, you’re trying to stop your hand as you reach, wrapping the metal hand around her throat and squeezing. You wake up coughing and heaving, whimpering as you curl against the pillows. You hear the door open and look up blindly reaching forward sobbing, and clinging desperately to the figure that now sits on the bed.

“It’s alright, we all have nightmares. Dinner is ready, if you’re hungry. Come on Y/N, food will probably help. I’ll give you a minute to get fixed up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, come, lets get dinner.” You nod stumbling up and following Clint from the room. He sits you in the armchair facing the kitchen. You cringe back when Natasha walks through. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We’re having pasta, is that alright?” You nod staring as she disappears.

“She’s not upset?”

“We all have nightmares. We under-“

“Hey! No!” You smack your bare hand onto Clint’s face, pulling as much as you can before he throws you back into the chair.

“You need to learn boundaries! You cannot just do that when we mention bad things happening. Do you understand?” You stare up at him as he glares at you.

“Do not do that again! It is not okay! No! No! Bad Y/N.” He scolds you like a dog and you curl hiding your face trying not to laugh.

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hannibunn · 1 year

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Dude I'm so hyped for the next Captain America movie cuz Falcon and the WS was FIRE!!!!!

#marvel #falcon and the winter solider #captain america #sam wilson

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marvelmadam08 · 1 year

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Can you imagine if Chris and Anthony did the press tour together during CATWS Era?

They would've been so chaotic 🤣🤣🤣

#chris evans #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #catws #falcon and the winter solider #steve rogers #sam wilson

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movie-magic · 8 months

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#movie magic #movie news #movies #news #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu phase 4 #sebastian stan #winter soldier #happy birthday #captain america civil war #falcon and the winter solider #bucky barnes

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e-xolite · 2 years

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I feel like the best part of Falcon and the winter soldier is that it basically serves as a (sort of) redemption arc for Zemo in a way. THEORETICALLY, there were several instances where he could have just fucked right off and escaped. But, for the most part- he doesn't! He actually helps them, if in his creepy and sort of manipulative way.

#falcon and the winter solider #zemo #marvel

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dailymarvelgifs · 8 months

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So, we're a couple of guys....

#marveledit #sambucky #sambuckyedit #dailymarvel #dailyavengers #marveladdicts #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatwsedit #the falcon and the winter solider #userbbelcher #chewieblog #dailyfilcks #mcufam #dailymarvelheroes #*#by laura

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thenadnerb02 · 11 months

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Peter Quill: You seemed pretty casual about me returning from space like it was no big deal

Grandpa Quill: Please, compared to the other stuff that’s happened on Earth these past few years, you returning from space is nothing

Peter: Oh yeah, I guess after the snap anything’s normal

Grandpa: You better believe it. Did you know they added Captain America’s shield to the Statue of Liberty?

Peter: That’s unexpected but it’s not too weird

Grandpa: A witch placed a whole town in New Jersey under some spell and mind-controlled them into acting in her sitcom

Peter: Okay that’s fucked up

Grandpa: One day the sky turned back 2000 years

Peter: This is NOT normal

Grandpa: There’s an entire race of humans that live and breathe underwater

Peter: Please stop

Grandpa: Werewolves and vampires are real, always have been apparently

Peter: Is this what a midlife crisis feels like?

Grandpa: Oh, don’t forget djinn, they’re out there too

Peter: I’m just gonna stop listening

Grandpa: A newborn Celestial emerged from the ocean and got immediately petrified, then another Celestial showed up a few days later, it was larger than the entire planet

Peter: Alright that’s it, we’re moving to another planet right now

Grandpa: Oh and rumor has it the entire multiverse is in danger of falling apart, we’re not safe anywhere

Peter: FUCK!

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #star lord #grandpa quill #falcon and winter solider series #wandavision #black panther wakanda forever #ms marvel #eternals #moon knight #werewolf by night #earth #earth is weird

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preciousbarnes · 10 months

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Here When I Wake

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: Winter Soldier-ish!Bucky, Memory Loss, mentions of violence, comfort, fluff, Sam being a good friend

There’s a gentle breeze flowing into your small Brooklyn apartment from the open windows. The sun is setting in the west, illuminating the sky in shades of pinks and purples. The fading sunlight matches the dim vibe within the apartment, only illuminated by a couple lamps and some candles placed strategically on shelves, where Alpine couldn’t knock them down.

The light sound of an old jazz record from Bucky’s collection plays softly as you sway in the living room to the melodic tunes. It’s a peaceful evening; just you and Alpine together in the kitchen, as she always loved keeping you company when you were cooking.

You lose yourself in the repetition of cooking your favorite dish, before being interrupted by the sound of your cellphone ringing and vibrating on the kitchen counter. You pick up your phone and are surprised to see who is calling, Bucky’s partner, Sam.

“Sam?” You ask, confusion clear in your voice upon greeting him.

“Hey, listen, where are you?” Sam inquires urgently over the phone, out of breath and sounding uncharacteristically nervous.

“Um, home? In Buck and I’s apartment? Why?” You question, becoming more confused as you also feel concern creeping up on you. Why was Sam calling? He never called you.

“Something happened on the mission. Bucky experienced a head injury, and was triggered somehow. He’s not himself right now. We lost track of him outside of Manhattan. Stay where you are. I’m on my way to you now. We’re hoping maybe you can help us.” He explains quickly. You hear the sound of a car roaring to life before the line quickly drops off.

Your phone falls from you hand, hitting the floor. He wasn’t himself, which could only mean one thing. He wasn’t him. The winter soldier was back, and there’s no telling what he’s after, or what danger he’s getting himself into. You make quick work of finishing the dinner dish you had planned to share with Bucky, moving it to a storage container to save since having lost your appetite. There was no way you could eat right now when your stomach is a ball of nerves.

You’re washing up the dishes as a welcomed distraction when you suddenly get the feeling of eyes on you. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and your hands slightly tremble. Bucky always warned you about closing those damn windows that led to the fire escape.

You gently place the pan you were scrubbing back into the water, opting to grab the large kitchen knife out of the water before taking a deep breath and abruptly turning around.

You gasp, surprised at who is here. It’s Bucky, sitting in the shadows of your apartment, having blown out the candles and now his figure was barely lit by the one lamp on the stand next to your loveseat he was sat on. His eyes appraise you, glancing at the knife held tightly in your hand.

“You’re my mission” he says, his voice with a slight Russian accent you are not used to.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” You ask him, hesitantly after hearing him utter the word ‘mission’.

Bucky cocks his head to the side, his eyes taking in how you’ve relaxed since seeing him.

“Who is Bucky?” His voice huskily asks.

You swallow dryly, unsure of what to say or how to proceed. You set the knife back down into the dish water, grabbing a dish towel to dry your damp hands. His eyes never leave you, watching your every move. You don’t feel in danger of the man, knowing that if he wanted you dead in this state he could have killed you without you seeing it coming.

You turn back and slowly approach Bucky, before asking to sit next to him. He looks confused at your request.

“I’m an asset, why are you asking me?” He asks you, voice soft but showing his confusion.

“Here you always have choices. You can say no. Your comfort matters.” You explain to him, swallowing down emotions as you think of the times Bucky was tortured and treated horribly, given no choices or options.

He looks skeptical, but nods regardless, motioning for you to sit down with him. You sit down next to him gently, leaving a comfortable space between you both. As you take in his tense form, you notice blood on his dark pants, saturating one leg fully. You let out a gasp, reaching for him.

“What happened to your leg?” You ask quickly, moving to assess an injury before Bucky moves to the side out of your reach.

“Not my blood,” he explains, voice taking on a dark tone.

You look at his stony expression and dark eyes, nervous to ask but knowing you need to.

“Whose blood, then?” You ask softly, nerves tilting your voice.

“The targets. They were coming here for you. Had to stop them. They have been eliminated.” He explains, voice steely and darkened.

“You said I’m your mission. What do you mean?” You ask softly.

“Must protect you at all costs,” he explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?” you probe, trying to understand.

“I don’t know. All I remember is fighting, getting a bad hit to the head, and then these men mentioned this address and your name. I knew I had to get here. I had to keep you safe.” Bucky tells you, openly.

You give Bucky a small smile, getting ready to thank him, before Bucky is jumping to his feet and grabbing your hands to pull you into a standing position. He begins to shove you down the hall quickly and into your shared bedroom.

“Huh? Bucky? What’s going on?” Questions fall from your lips as you don’t understand his sudden and urgent movements.

“Someone’s coming, you must hide,” he explains in a hushed voice, as he motions for you to get into your closet so he can shut you in to hide you.

You hear the front door open, and Sam’s voice echoing through the apartment, calling your name. Bucky grabs a knife from his holder and begins stalking his way towards his next target before you quickly grab his arm, trying to pull him back.

“Sam, it’s okay!” You call out, earning a betrayed look from bucky.

“Bucky, Sam is a good guy. On your side. He’s not a threat. He’s a friendly,” you explain softly, hoping he will trust you.

“Sometimes bad people appear good, маленький кролик” he tells you, unsure of Sam and still trying to gently push you back into the closet.

You reach out and grab Bucky’s hand, and reach up with your other hand to gently rest your hand on his jaw. He’s clearly taken by surprise, his eyes wide as they look to your face and then down to the hand gently holding his metal one. It confuses him. No one has ever in his memory regarded him with such softness, and had never volunteered to touch the weapon that is his metal arm.

“I would never lie to you, I promise Sam means no harm. I trust him with my life, and I trust him with yours almost every month when you guys are out on missions together,” your voice is gentle and honest as you hope Bucky will listen and trust you.

As he continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, the door to the bedroom slowly opens, revealing a surprised looking Sam.

Sam slowly steps into the room, holding his hands up to show Bucky he isn’t armed. Bucky quickly turns from you, hiding you effectively behind his back and broad shoulders, shielding you from any potential danger his mind thinks Sam may pose.

“Hey, man. What’s going on?” Sam asks, voice low but calm despite his worried expression as his eyes flicker to yours peeking around Bucky’s expansive frame.

“You were fighting by my side,” Bucky recalls out loud.

“Yes, yes I was. We’re on the same team.” Sam explains, lowering his outstretched hands to rest at his side.

“I’m missing time. I know I am. There are pictures here. Me and her, but I don’t remember. I knew I needed to keep her safe, but I don’t know why. Is it an order?” Bucky asks, sounding confused as his hand not holding the knife reaches up to rub his forehead.

“Is your head hurting?” You softly ask him, reaching up to rub his shoulder gently. Bucky welcomes the touch, surprising himself. He nods in answer to your question, despite himself.

“No, man. You don’t take orders anymore, you make them. We aren’t with hydra. We got you away. You were pardoned for the crimes those people forced you to commit. You help people now. You keep people safe..” Sam explains to Bucky.

“Okay, if all that’s true, it still doesn’t explain her?” Bucky says, moving away from his position of shielding you, instead turning so the three of you can look to each other.

“We’re together, Buck. We have been for a couple years now. We live here in this apartment, together, freely. You’re safe here. You’re safe with us. You’re safe with me,” you tell him, eyes wide as you look to him, longing to pull him into your arms and take away his confusion.

“Why am I missing time? All I remember is hydra. Working for them. The machines they used on me. I don’t remember any of this that you tell me. I remember my head hurting, and fighting next to you, and then knowing I had to get here and protect her.” Bucky questions, eyebrows furrowed and body still tense.

“This has happened in the past before, before you met her. We thought it was a one time thing. We’re now guessing if you take a hit to the head just right, right spot and right force, and this happens. It’ll work itself out after a good nights sleep while you heal. We already have some great scientists who want to help you working on a way to prevent this from happening again, so you don’t keep going through this,” Sam says to you both.

Bucky takes in what Sam said, nodding to himself and looking to you.

“Okay. I don’t know why, but I trust you both. I just need to sleep this off basically?” Bucky questions.

You and Sam both nod.

“Yeah, man. Just sleep it off. I’m going to stay here on the couch in the living room, just in case you need something.” Sam states, looking to you for your approval. You nod your head, reaching to your bed to grab an extra pillow and a blanket for him. Handing these to him, Sam nods in thanks and excuses himself to the living room.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up” you find yourself saying. Moving to the closet and grabbing out Bucky’s most comfy pair of sweats and a soft t-shirt for him. You grab him a pair of boxers from the dresser quickly and turn back to lead him to the bathroom connected to your bedroom. He silently follows you. During this interaction you notice how purposefully loud in movement Bucky must normally be around you, as the dissociated soldier with you moves with a natural silence to a point it’s almost eerie. But, you think to yourself, that is a necessary part of the job he was tasked with for decades.

You wait in the bedroom after showing Bucky the bathroom and where the towels were. You find yourself lost in thought, once again hating what Bucky has gone through, and how a hit to the head sent him right back, at least partly. Bucky here wasn’t fully the winter soldier, but he wasn’t your Bucky either. Instead he was an odd mixture of the two.

After some minute pass, the bathroom door opens to reveal Bucky, looking cozy as ever in the large sweatpants and stretched out t-shirt you had given him. Even in such basic clothing, he still takes your breath away.

“Where do I sleep?” His husky voice softly questions.

“Here in the bed, I’ll sleep in the guest room sweetheart,” the endearment slips past your lips before you can stop it, making you look away and feel blood rising to your neck and cheeks in embarrassment.

“Please, don’t be embarrassed, маленький кролик. It’s nice, someone being kind to me. And you can sleep, with me, if you’d like. I understand that’s what we normally do, I don’t want you uncomfortable,” Bucky says, voice soft and beginning to become sleepy.

“Okay, if you’re sure that’s alright?” You ask, as you take off your oversized sweater to just leave yourself in your sleep shorts and one of Bucky’s baggy t-shirts.

“It’s fine doll,” a soft smile takes over his features as he walks closer to the bed.

You flip the covers over, climbing in and patting the empty side next to you, motioning for him to join you.

He walks over and sits on the bed next to you, pulling the covers over you both as you reach over and turn the bedside lamp off, leaving you both to get settled in the darkness. A few moments pass in silence as you both get comfortable under the covers

“Can I ask something?” He asks.

“Yeah, Buck?” You ask, turning to him. His features are lit by the moonlight pouring in through the windows.

“Will you be here? When I wake up? Normally when I go to sleep, I lose everything,” he asks you, your heart breaking at the uncertainty on his face.

You reach over and gently stroke his jaw, moving closer to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Of course. I’ll always be here, Buck.” You convey to him with absolute certainty in your voice, calming his fears.

As you find yourself drifting off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Thank you, маленький кролик”

Translations: маленький кролик - little bunny

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pansexual-chocolate · 11 months

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My Black Anarchy babies!

i love them so much. My anarchist soul is eating good.

#spiderpunk #hobie brown #Luna Lafaye #Katherine “Kat” Koniqua Elliot #karli morgenthau #across the spiderverse #wendell and wild #moon girl and devil dinosaur #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #Anarchist #Alternative black characters #I need more of this #Good babies

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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More than friends

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You are eager to help Bucky prepare for a date, but he would rather stay home with you.

♡ Warnings: light angst, fluff (idiots in love)

Bucky watched as she paced around, listing off date ideas.

“A carnival would be so romantic— do we have any carnivals around here?” She paused, scratching her head. “Never mind, maybe a relaxing walk… OH— A picnic!”

She faced Bucky, waiting for his reaction to what she thought was a brilliant idea.

Bucky just shrugged, not giving her the feedback she had wanted.

“Doll, I appreciate you but… I don’t know…” He trailed off, causing her to frown.

“Buck don’t be nervous, Leah is super sweet.”

“I’m not nervous, I just… Its…” He mumbled, trying to find the right words, but the way she was looking at him, so eager to get him to this date. He wondered if it was possible that she’d feel the same way.

He was crazy about her. But Bucky being well… Bucky. He never voiced how he felt, even though he wanted to. He assumed she didn’t feel the same about him, which hurt.

She seemed happy helping him plan for this date, which she planned. Bucky politely tried to say no to her idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

He liked seeing her happy, and if that meant going on dates she planned for him… Well, so be it.

“I’ll make sure you look handsome, not that you need help in that department.” She told him, going through his closet.

Bucky became flustered at her compliment, knowing she most likely didn’t mean it like that. But it affected him nonetheless.

"Handsome?" He questioned, making sure he'd heard her right.

"Duh, have you looked in the mirror?" She asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

Bucky didn't think it was possible for more blood to rush to his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself in his seat.

"You feeling a button-up or a long sleeved shirt?" She asked him, holding up the two options.

"Long sleeved." He answered too quickly.

"Buck, she won't judge you." She told him, trying to ease his anxiety about showing his metal arm.

"How do you know?" He asked, raising his brows.

"I don't know, but I know she's nice. It doesn't seem like something she'd do," She countered, "Besides the metal arm is hot."

Bucky's eyes widened at her confession, looking at her intensely. She seemed to realize what she had said, her cheeks turning scarlet.

"I- I mean... I was saying that your arm would look hot- Look good in a button-up... I mean I didn't- It's what I meant to say." She got out, stumbling over every other word. She felt embarrassed at what she had said.

She obviously adored Bucky, him being her entire world. She liked seeing him happy, and he seemed content when she would help him with dates. She had wished that it was her going on dates with him numerous times, but pushed the silly thought away. He'd never see her in that way, they were just friends.

Bucky's chuckle got her attention.

"You think my arm is hot?" He teased, loving the way she'd get flustered. He thought it was adorable.

"I mean't your arm would look good in the button-up."

"That's not what you said." He teased again.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked, "Because thats definitely what I said."

"Are you feeling okay? You seem flushed Doll." He asked in mock concern.

"I feel perfectly fine. Now what you gonna pick?" She rushed out, wanting to change the topic.

Bucky wasn't having that, he wanted to know why she was getting all nervous all of a sudden. He had hoped it was because she might feel the same way. He had gotten courageous suddenly, wanting to confess how he felt.

"(Y/n)... I don't think I wanna go out." He started, not wanting to jump straight to the point.

She frowned, suddenly concerned that something was wrong. Her heart ached that he was possibly feeling anxious, and she wanted to be the one to reassure him.

"Oh Buck, what's going on?" She asked him softly, giving him her full focus.

He noticed her worried eyes, he didn't think it was possible to fall more in love.

"I've just changed my mind, I don't wanna go. I wanna stay here, with you." He told her, watching her expression switch from concerned to confused.

"Why? You don't like Leah? Thought you guys hit it off at Izzy's?"

"Doll, I was ordering a drink... And she works there." He corrected her, watching her cheeks go scarlet from slight embarrassment.

"Whatever, you guys would be good together."

"Why do you keep doing that?" He questioned.

"Doing what?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her trying to play dumb. Although deep down he found it adorable.

"You keep pushing me to go on dates- talk to girls. I'm starting to feel like you're trying to get rid of me." He teased, but felt insecure by his own words.

"No Buck it's not like that I... I just want..." She stumbled, "I was just trying to make you happy. You seemed happy when I would help you out, I'm sorry."

His heart thumped loudly, wishing he could pull her into his embrace. She was too compassionate for this world, her soul too pure.

"I was happy." He told her truthfully, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion.

"But you just sai-"

"I was happy because I was with you." He rushed out, "All that time we sat around as you listed off date ideas. When we'd go on long walks and you'd tell me about a new girl you thought I'd like. The hours you spent searching my closet for something I could wear for a date. I was happy because I got to spend time with you. I wasn't thinking about the girls you were throwing at me, I was only thinking about you."

"Oh." Was all she could say, the butterflies in her stomach becoming overwhelming.

His gaze was piercing, causing her to break eye contact. Fiddling with her fingers instead.

"You were thinking about me because... You uh..." She trailed off, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

There was still a chance Bucky was speaking as a friend. She didn't know if she could take such rejection from him.

"Because I love you." He finally confessed. A weight feeling like it was lifted off his chest, while anxiety swarmed within him.

She was taken aback, and she almost couldn't believe what she had heard. Bucky loves me? It was too good to be true.

"You... You love me?" She whispered out, his confession leaving her breathless.

"Doll, you're my everything. I've loved you for awhile, and I never said anything because... You were always trying to set me up, and I just thought you didn't feel the same way." He spoke softly to her, noticing her glossy eyes.

He feared he may have ruined their friendship, by the looks of her teary eyes.

"Buck... I've liked- loved you for a long time... And I..." She paused, swallowing a sob. "I just didn't think you'd ever feel the same way."

Bucky's chest filled with warmth at her confession, and he couldn't believe someone as tainted as him, deserved someone like her. But he was selfish, and he wanted her.

"Doll, you're beautiful, brilliant and you have the best dad jokes. Why do you think I wouldn't fall for you? You're the only one I'll ever want."

"I'm not special Buck... I'm just... Basic. The dad jokes are all I've got." She tried to joke, but an escaping tear caught his attention.

Standing up and walking over to her, he reached up his flesh hand. Grabbing the side of her face, tilting her head up to where their eyes met. Gently his thumb wiped away the moisture, his thumb tracing all the way down to her quivering lip. Stopping there.

"You are incredibly special to me, (Y/n)." He spoke genuinely, her eyes shining with adoration.

She felt nervous under his intense gaze, the butterflies threatening to burst from her stomach. His touch causing her skin to heat up. They had stolen friendly touches here and there, but this was way more intimate.

"I don't really know how to do... Relationships... I don't wanna mess anything up." She whispered, her eyes dancing down to his lips real quick, then back up to his steel blue orbs.

"You're not gonna mess anything up." He chuckled, stroking her bottom lip.

"How are you so sure?"

"You could never mess anything up... Just please don't leave me." He told her, his eyes shifting down to her mouth when she wetted her lips.

"Well you're in luck then." She huffed out, sliding her hands around his waist, tugging on his lower back, pulling his front flush to hers.

"Why's that Doll?" He got out breathlessly, the feeling of her body pressed up against his, being too much for him.

"I don't think I could ever leave you," She told him, "I don't wanna live in a world without you in it."

A/N: thank you @foreverrandomwritings for beta reading <3

#bucky x y/n #buckybarnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #imagine #marvel imagines #one shot #reader insert #marvel cinematic universe #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #idiots in love

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batcavescolony · 4 months

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I found a screen time break down list for the MCU so I could see who had the most screen time. Now don't get me wrong I like Peggy but why does she have more screen time then Iron Man?

Peggy Carter: 403.8min or 6.73 hrs

Tony Stark: 376.3min or 6.27 hrs

Steve Rogers: 266.7 min or 4.44 hrs

Loki: 221.1 min or 3.68 hrs

Wanda Maximoff: 201.95 min or 3.36 hrs

Natasha Romanoff: 181.25min or 3.02 hrs

Clint Barton: 162.65 min or 2.71 hrs

Sam Wilson: 139.15 min or 2.32 hrs

Bucky Barnes: 136.05 min or 2.27 hrs

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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"let's stay here for a while." Bucky Barnes/Reader

"Bucky?" You watch as he frowns, but nods slightly.

"Yes... you okay Y/N?" You watch the way his hand moves, towards a knife, you know your face falters.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No; not at all, didn't hurt no one.." You lean on Bucky's chest.

"Let's stay here for a while?" You ask, you're not sure why the thought of leaving the room makes you feel sick.

"Why?" You shrug at his question and watch as he pulls the knife out, placing it on the table.

"You're scared, your heartbeat is faster..." You try not to sound upset but can tell Bucky notices.

Send me a ship (character/character or character/reader) and one starter!

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ramen-flavored · 1 year

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Ladies and Gentlemen,

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marvel-my-most-beloved · 5 months

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bi-ss · 4 months

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

WARNINGS: mentions of boobs lol, James trying to flirt if you squint, Sharon being a bitch, swearing..

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

2:15. That's the time James said he'll pick you up, and he asked you to be ready. It's 2:53, and you've decided to go for a shower instead.

Slipping your hand into the shower you turn it on trying not to get wet, which you succeed in doing, you lay the shower mat on the floor and look at your self in the mirror before undressing, you step into the now steamy hot shower wetting your hair completely before grabbing your shampoo and washing the roots of your hair. You like shampooing twice before leaving in your conditioner just a smudge so your hair soft, you take a comb but just as you about to start you hear voices come from your room, which is strange as noone really comes in bar you so you were a little confused until you hear them, a deep scruffy voice then you think you hear your bed moving, Is someone laying on it? You thought, you were slowly combing the conditioner in the ends of your hair when you hear a grunt but a deep grunt, you wondered who could be bothering you as it hit you, James motherfucking Barnes. It's been a couple of days since the meeting, and you don't have a James number, but you do have natashas. You were aware that James, Sam and Steve, who ever they may be were talking about all this as Nat over heard but all she said was he were tied, you didn't really care but you do know they Sharon has moved into a spare room on almost the opposite side from the master bedroom, and that one of James few rules were that we were to sleep in the same bed ect ect...

You finish your shower, putting your hair up in a towel, drying yourself and putting on a silk robe, you smirk to yourself as you remembered the last time you saw James were when he ran in to sign a couple papers at the front door and you heard shanon call you a attention seeking where and a man stealing slut, but now here's her man on your bed, without her knowledge, you giggle and unlock the door, breathing quickly and walking out calmly.

You glance over at James and around your room, you see his black blazer hanger on your beauty chair, him laying on your bed, shoes thrown next to it, in an look black shirt and trousers look, shirt slightly unbuttoned, with a shit eating grin on his face. While you, on the other hand, were in a short red silk robe and damp hair wrapped in a black towel, you pull the towel from your head, letting your damp hair, which is slowly shrinking flow free.

James grin slowly falters as his eyes seductively graze across your wet freshly waxed legs and the little bit of cleavage showing, once back to your face he study it like a text book, "if I'd had known you were showering, I would have ran here myself" he speaking proudly like he won a race, a race he ran by himself.

You giggle, slowly making your way to one of the bed posts making sure to sway your hips a little, leaning on the post you pout slowly, "if you were here faster I wouldn't have showered here, maybe at yours but as your late" you check the clock and see its 3:35 "I had to shower here" you continue pout but you weren't sad or annoyed he was late, or he was on your bed, you were more annoyed that hw aas flirting with you becuase he has a girlfriend, you disliked Sharon but no woman should have to know her boyfriend is flirting with another girl, and that he will marry her, no no no no.

Smirking at James as you yourself off the post and walk round the bed next to James, pushing the double doors to enter your closet humming as the smell of diffrent fabrics and soft smells enter your nose, you jump slightly as you feel you large hand on your hip, looking up to see James with a shocked expression on his face. You get an idea in your head, slowly turning to the broad man behind you, grabbing his chin gently with one hand, pulling him down to look at you.

"Go on, mister you get free range" you laugh to yourself as you walk back into your main bed room almost to your bed when you look behind you, still walking, to see James even more confused still standing in the door way, getting to the side of your bed you quickly start explaining before you lose confidence. "You said you wanted to atleast look like a happy couple, so I want you to go mad and dress me" you smile happily as you slowly start sliding down on your side, praying your still atleast a little covered but it didn't take James long to smile like a teenage boy looking at boobs for the first time and disappear into your walk in closet.

Once he's gone, you breathe and wonder where your confidence came from, then you feel bad for Sharon bit then remember she called you a whole and slut multiple times so feel less bad. You grab your phone and see nat texted you 3 times, and the one you can see from your unlocked screen says 'don't feel bad' so when you unlock and see that rest you feel less bad for Sharon as her messages are about how they were fighting because bucky admitted that he'd seen you years earlier at one of your fundraising events but at that time you were dating John so he didn't introduce himself and how he knew for ages she was using him for money but she was shit at hiding it and some other stuff, you replied saying you guessed so and how it was pretty obvious.

Nat: ngl you should probably start making him fall for you

You: why?

He knows she's using him

Nat: yeah but this has happened before, she'll say sorry and how she's change she'll change for a month then slowly change back.

You: oml why don't they don't break up

Like srsly it's kinda embarrassing

Nat: I've been by his side for almost 20 years, they have been together for 3 and at first she was a darling but money changes people

Also, he really loved the person she was and still thinks she's in there

Love does weird shit to us, man

You: fairs, he's picking out an outfit for me rn so I'll see 😛

What do I do just kiss him or something? I've never had to really try it. It's easy when they are already swooning

Nat: I guess, make him feel love for the rest of his life. I doubt he'll let you go

And I'll make sure of it x

You: sound

OK Nat, we met a couple of days ago, lol

Nat did send you another text, but you were by James calling your name while smiling proudly again, throwing your phone on the bed, getting up to see what he's layed out for you, walking past him you see a all black suit with some heels you turn to him nodding with a pleased expression "you did good James, but now I will be changing and you haven't gotten to the stage yet" you wink as you closed the doors but you still see the annoyed just playful gace he pulled, you turn to the suit and pick it up, seeing one of your favourite black lace lingerie sets underneath, you should be upset that he went to fair but you just giggle and started getting dressed and doing very light makeup. Once mascara, lip liner, and lip gloss were applied, you reopened the doors to see his amused, then blank expression, you walk out with your jacket folded over your arm and your shirt undone all the way to expose your bra which for being lingerie with quite covering for the most part, you smile, picking up the bag you had earlier and open your doors making your way to the front hall to where your stuff is to see all of it was gone and with James closely behind you, walking outside to the now only blacked out car there, which wasn't your fathers.

James rushed ahead to open the door for you, climbing in and you watched him walk round and open his door, your bag at your feet with your door closed and seat belt on you were ready, you knew you'd come back home sooner then later so if wasn't emotional.

"James stop staring at my boobs and driving" rolling you eyes as he starts the door and slowly pulling out, you hope it's an short ride that's not to awkward, so you look out the window as the trees go by.

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