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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Washed Up Sharpshooter (Bucky x Reader)

This masterpiece is a submission for Hattersficparty and it was written by @buckitybarnes aka my Nutmeg Cantaloupe (but only I can call her that).

She used the prompt “I’m in shock. Look, I’ve got a blanket.” and I get an (dis)honorable mention as well!

Warnings: Swearing, Unhealthy coping mechanisms?

Summary: Every hero has to hit the point of rock-bottom. Yours just seems to be a bit...sad. Your idea of rock-bottom was a trashed hotel, hookups, and a mountain of empty Ben and Jerry’s cartons. Bucky has to find a way to get you back on track, and quickly.

Bucky was angry -- No, he was absolutely livid. Flushed cheeks, tousled hair, sleepless eyes, the works.

He thought you had died back there, thought you were buried six-feet under your own destruction.

Yet, here you are, supposedly frolicking around with prostitutes and watching the world burn around you without a care in the world.

What he was the most angry about, however, was that you didn’t tell him.

He white-knuckles the handle of your motel door, thinking better than to bust it down. Instead, he knocks on it sharply and stands to the side, out of the peephole’s sight.

“Who is it?” you slur from the other side.

Bucky taps a few buttons on his arm before a feminine voice sings out from a mini speaker embedded in it. It was useful for missions.

“Housekeeping~”

Bucky hears a crash from the inside and a loud set of footsteps before the door is swung open.

You look like a fucking mess.

“Oh, good. Look I need --” A strangled noise of surprise and fear escapes your lips. “Bucky?!” You step back, ready to slam the door, but the man wedges a foot in the opening. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Could ask the same to you,” he growls. “The world’s gone to shit when we could be using your help, and here I find you rolling around in fast food.”

You glare daggers. “Don’t judge me. I fucked up the mission, I have every right to wallow in my own misery.”

“Is that what this is?” He cocks an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re giving up?”

“Not just giving up. Like I said, I have an excuse.” You tighten a fluffy quilt around your shoulders and wave your arms like a child. “I’m in shock. Look, I’ve got a blanket.”

"Don't pull that bullshit with me. Get your ass into gear. We're going home. Everyone's worried sick."

"Why? All I ever do is mess up! I'm just gonna tear down another building again."

When you step back, Bucky barges in, slamming the door behind him. "Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?"

"Not quite. You’re gonna have to drag me out kickin’ and screamin’."

“Done,” he growls, rolling up his sleeves. He takes a step forward and pauses. Something crunched under his steel-toed boot. An unopened condom wrapper. Somehow, the thought of you sleeping with someone else amplifies his rage.

He bites your name out and keeps his teeth clamped around his tongue to keep his words in check. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I happened to me,” you snap, fingernails digging into your palms as you clench your fists. “I killed a lot of people back there, Buck! You guys don’t need me on your next mission. You don’t need me ever!” You take a step back and suddenly the world spins around you. With a blank face, you careen to the side and stumble.

“Are -- Are you drunk?!” Bucky sputters. Honest to God, he was a little frightened of your state. He’s never seen you this trashed.

“Fuck you,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “Get out.” But as you’re walking to push him away, your stomach churns in protest and you hold onto the table, ready to hurl.

Bucky’s demeanor quickly changes as he guides you to the toilet, helping you empty the contents of your stomach.

An hour later and he’s dropped you onto a dining-room chair, did a full scan using FRIDAY’s systems to make sure you weren’t alcohol poisoned, and has given you a tub of ice cream to keep you quiet (as an aside, he’s disgusted by what you keep in the fridge). He threads his hands through his hair in stress, staring at you from across the table and trying to figure out a plan.

“Have you met Kara?” you ask through a mouth full of Rocky Road. “She’s a bitch.” You nearly knock over a beer bottle as you shove the spoon back into the ice cream.

Bucky, blank-faced like a disappointed mother, hears a voice call from your room.

“S’not what you said last night!”

Cheeks turning a bright crimson, he gawks at you. “How long has she been in there? Since when did you --” He chokes on his words. “I didn’t think you’d…”

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Buck. It’s 2019.” There’s a twitch of jealousy and anger behind Bucky’s eyes and you throw him a lazy smile. “She’s a confidant for hire. Nothing more. I wasn’t in the mood for sex.”

You were sure that if Bucky’s eyes had gone any wider, they’d fall out of his head completely. Clearly, he was at a loss for words, so you had to take the reins on this conversation.

“I’m not going back.”

“Like hell you aren’t!” He knocks the spoon out of your hand, allowing it to clank loudly against the table. “This isn’t you, Sweetheart.”

“Excuse you?” you cry hysterically, clearly still tipsy. You stand, wobbling slightly before stabilizing yourself against the kitchen island. “I’ve never been happier! I’m great! This is great. You’re just jealous! I am the queen of my domain -- everyone sees me as a hero here at Casa de Francotirador.”

“Who? You and Kara back there?”

“My very loyal subject, yes.”

Bucky makes a distressed noise akin to an agitated animal. He stares at you, composes himself, and takes a big, lung-stretching sigh.

Kicking and screaming it is.

He grabs the collar of your shirt with his metal arm and drags you out of your chair with ease, as if you weigh absolutely nothing. Against your protests and shouting, he shoves you out the door. He ignores you, humming a tune to his favorite song as if he’s doing a daily chore like taking out the trash. Quite frankly, it sure feels like it.

“BUCKY YOU DUMB FUCK, YOU LOCKED MY KEYS IN THERE.”

“Good, you won’t be able to go back,” he states gruffly. He calls in a quinjet, crossing his arms and waiting for your temper to simmer.

Only, an abrupt scream from downstairs only flares your agitation.

“What the fuck was that?!” you shout.

Sergeant Barnes. Enemy detection on the third floor. Armed and dangerous.

Great, fucking fantastic. First, he’s gotta babysit a washed up sharpshooter, and now, he’s gotta deal with assholes on the side. Can his day get any worse?

He pulls his Glock from his thigh holster and swings the emergency exit open.

“What about me?!”

“What about you? You’re piss drunk and you wanna join the battle now?”

“I may be a little tipsy but I can still fight!”

Bucky wants to slam his head against the wall. He really does.

“I don’t have time for this!” Without thinking, he drops a spare pistol in your hand and leaves you to your own devices, running down the stairs four steps at a time.

You follow, surprisingly agile. It was as if having the weight of the gun in your hands sobered you up. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

When you bust the door open behind Bucky, you’re immediately thrown into the crossfire, right in the middle of the shoot-out.

Bucky looks surprised and pale-faced and the three bad guys pause in utter confusion. The cacophony of gunshots have silenced, leaving you between them like a sitting duck.

“What the hell is this?” one of the guys ask. “You recruiting cheap whores onto your team now?”

Red-hot rage fills your mind, blinding your vision and taking over all thought.

“How’s this for a cheap whore?”

You storm up a little closer and shoot him square in the face.

The other two scramble to shoot you back, But Bucky’s quicker. He’s thrown his twin knives, embedding them into the skulls of enemies like the ninja he was.

“What the hell was that?” he calls out once they’re all taken out.

You sheathe the gun into the pocket of your bathrobe and shrug. “Guess I’m back in business.”

“Oh thank God.” He stands from his spot and holds out a hand. “Let’s go home.”

“First thing’s first,” you interrupt.

“What?”

“I have to fuckin pee.”

Kara’s Note - I’m assuming you enjoyed this because it’s awesome so go check out @buckitybarnes other works on her blog, they be awesome as well! And yes, she really did write me into this, and yes I wept when i read it.

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dancingskys · 6 years

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Hii lovely! I seen you’re taking requests and I’m so happy! Can you do one where yoongi gets lost in the woods looking for Jungkook bc they were playing a game and he gets really scared then Jungkook ends up finding him and comforts him an says he didn’t mean to scare him?

Pairing: YoonKook

Word Count: around 1,800

Thank you for sending in a request, I hope you like it~

You can find all Mini Stories I’ve written here

In the middle of the summer you didn’t go out during the day, you went out when it was around 8pm with a ton of insect spray covering your skin and making it sticky and gross even after showering three times. You went when out the sun was slowly starting to fall like a ball in slow motion, when the sky was still a strikingly shade of clear blue and would slowly fade to an peachy orange color.

The sound of crickets would make you go wild after a while but those were still better than being roasted under the blazing sun like the last steak left on the grill to sizzle for hours because no one was hungry anymore.

Yoongi right out refused to leave the house before 7pm and then only when someone was in a really sticky situation like that one time Namjoon had gotten his pants stuck trying to jump over a trash can - don’t ask - and Hoseok had refused to leave him alone, maybe afraid of having the younger kidnapped in his helpless state so Yoongi has had to go out at 5:57pm (!) with a pair of scissors and a small pocket knife and cut Kim Namjoon a hole into the back of his pants to set him free. The tiny scrap of cloth left behind was still stuck on the trash can even a year later and none of the friends would ever let him forget that moment.

So when Jungkook asked Yoongi to come out and play at 7:36pm the older stared at his alarm clock for a full minute before staring outside and sighing loudly like the weight of teh world was resting on his shoulders, already knowing they he would miss his aircon the second he stepped outside.

Fine he typed back and five minutes later he was waiting at the corner of the street, wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans shorts because in this weather even he wasn’t crazy enough to go for long sleeved hoodies.

He was grumpy though because Jungkook was late and he was therefore left to sweat in the sun because of course there was no shade at this corner.

Just as he thought he was about to melt into the ground in a Yoongi-shaped puddle arms wrapped around him and something warm pressed against his back which made him growl. “Get your paws off of me,” he hissed and Jungkook laughed. “But you’re so good for cuddling.”

“We’re closed for cuddles when it’s over 27°C and currently we have 34°C so fuck off you octopus.”

Jungkook didn’t mind the gruffness that came with the heat and just laughed again, stepping back and taking the elder’s hand into his, pulling him along. “Come on then, you grumpy cat, we’ll go somewhere cooler.”

“Your hand is all sweaty,” Yoongi whined but let himself be pulled along. “So is yours~” was the answer he got and decided to just stay quiet after sighing yet again.

“Really? You want to play in the woods?” Yoongi asked a while later and looked around, not recognizing the small path Jungkook lead him along.

“Mhm, we found this really cool spot a few weeks ago and it’s great for hide and seek,” the younger said happily, his smile just adorable so Yoongi didn’t have it in him to say that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But we’re not playing until it gets dark.”

“Scared of a squirrel sneaking up on you?” Jungkook teased but let it be when the older glared at him. “Okay, okay, only for a bit and then we’ll leave again.”

Half an hour later and Yoongi was squatting behind a tree that had fallen over, probably during the last storm, counting the rocks at his feet and asking himself how the younger could always talk him into doing these things, this was so not like him at all. He did accompany the others when they went out to play more often than not but playing hide and seek in the woods with mosquitos swarming around him and plotting his downfall, a bug certainly crawling over his skin somewhere and the air almost flimmering the the lingering heat that just didn’t want to go away.

“Gotcha!”

Yoongi might or might not have screeched as those words were whispered right next to his ear, stumbling forward and needing to steady himself with his hands on the ground, whipping his head around to Jungkook who smiled at him innocently. “Your blond hair kinda gives you away,” he sang and Yoongi huffed. “Next time I’ll come back with a leaf-hat, yeah?”

“Fashionable,” the younger snickered. “Watch out so no squirrels attack you though.”

“You little-”

“Count to sixty!” Jungkook called as he dashed away and the older huffed, covering his eyes, saying the first few numbers out loud before mumbling them quietly. When he uncovered them a minute later there was no trace of Jungkook in his white shirt and basketball shorts. They were bright red so you’d think it would be easy to spot them but apparently not.

Yoongi looked around but started wandering when he didn’t see a flash of red anywhere. He looked behind trees and rocks, eyeing the bushes suspiciously but there was no pair of shoes peeking out so he brushed off the idea.

“Say peep!” he called, waiting for Jungkook to make a sound to let him at least know the general direction but of course the younger stayed silent. “Figures,” Yoongi grumbled and continued looking, getting further away from his original spot.

“Say peep!” he tried again but nothing. “Jungkook!” he called, looking around and feeling a little uneasy. No, no, the younger had to be somewhere.

“Jungkook!” he called again, more serious this time. “Come on, you won.”

Nothing.

Yoongi started biting on his finger nails nervously, glancing around and hoping to spot something red but there was nothing.

He turned around and stared at the many trees a little lost. Which way had he come from again?

Something akin to panic settled in his chest and he tried to swallow it down.

“JUNGKOOK!”

…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yoongi chanted under his breath, his thoughts racing. His mind started coming up with the worst scenarios; Jungkook lying somewhere unconscious, the younger being kidnapped by some crazy person, him hitting his head on a rock, falling down and breaking his leg.

What if Yoongi couldn’t find him? Where was he?!

The blond tried to swallow past the lump in his throat but the panic in his chest didn’t allow him. Instead his eyes started stinging.

No, no, no, fuck, stay calm!

“JUNGKOOK!” his voice broke in the middle and he took some shaky breaths, looking around.

He was fucking lost and he had fucking lost Jungkook! How could he go back?! How could he tell his family?! He’d have to go to the police and tell them he’s missing and what if they never found him again?!

Yoongi started pacing aimlessly, looking everywhere almost frantically, calling the younger’s name again in a choked up way.

He had lost of fucking child in the woods and Yoongi was the worst person ever, he couldn’t even watch out for the younger during hide and seek, what kind of person would even-

“Hyung!”

Yoongi jumped and whipped his head around, blinking a few times with his heart up in his throat. He stared at the sheepish-looking younger and his brain needed a few moments to process what he was seeing before he launched himself at Jungkook, the latter stumbling backwards and landing on his back after tripping, grunting under Yoongi’s weight.

“YOU LITTLE FUCK!” the older screeched. “This isn’t funny! Do you know how fucking scared I was you little piece of sh-” he choked on his words and tried to breathe somewhat normally while tears blurred his vision and his sobs made him hiccup.

Jungkook looked up at him like a kicked puppy. “Sorry,” he said quietly, no trace of his usual goofiness to be seen. “M’ sorry, hyung…” he sat up, Yoongi scooting back a little so he wasn’t sitting on his stomach and using his hand to wipe at his face messily and sniffle. “M’ sorry,” the younger said again. “I wasn’t trying to… I was just… I was stuck in a tree,” he admitted quietly, Yoongi looking at him weirdly which made him rub the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner.

“Getting up was easy but I took a little to get down and you had already wandered off so I was trying to catch up.”

“You could have said fucking peep!” Yoongi growled, some stray tears still escaping his eyes and pushing at Jungkook’s chest. “I did,” the younger whined. “But you didn’t heard and then you were going somewhere else so I was trying to catch up. I really didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi took a deep breath to calm his nervous before wiping over his cheeks one more time. “Fine,” he muttered, still a little choked up. “I’m not playing hide and seek with you again.”

“In the woods.”

“No, not ever if you can’t say peep.”

“I did!” the younger whined but Yoongi just hmpfed and stood up, trying to get the dirt off his knees. “Let’s just leave. That tree over there looks strange and I have the feeling it’s staring at us,” the blond muttered and Jungkook snorted but took the other’s hand anyway, leading him back to the part even Yoongi recognized again.

“Where are you going?” the older asked later when they were back on the streets, Jungkook sending him a sweet smile. “Ice cream, as an apology gift.”

Yoongi sighed somewhat fondly and agreed, letting the younger buy him a cone with three scoops of ice cream that they ate on the opposite side of the street where they could sit on a small wall.

“By the way, you’re really bad at the seeking part, hyung. I was literally above you and you didn’t even notice.”

“I didn’t expect you to connect with your inner monkey and climb a tree, idiot.”

“I could have leaned down and we could have reenacted the kiss from Spiderman.”

“Or I could have ignored you.”

“You’re so charming.”

“I know.”

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, fine, no Spiderman-kiss then.”

“Good,” Yoongi mumbled and tried to safe his hand from a trail of ice cream that ran down the side of his cone when Jungkook suddenly leaned over a pressed a smooch onto his cheek, his lips cold and a little sticky because of the ice cream which caused the older to scrunch up his nose.

“There, an ice-cream-cheek-kiss,” Jungkook said proudly and Yoongi didn’t have it in him to argue.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and the younger smiled happily.

“That’ll ward off the squirrels.”

“I’m gonna murder you one day.”

#yoonkook #sugakookie #sugakookiefics #sky's fanfics #mini stories #baby turtle #yoongi #suga #super bunny #jungkook #fanfiction #fanfic #I'm not used to writing shorter stories so I hope this is okay T.T

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