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amiechuchu · 3 years

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do you do requests? :D can i request for a fluffy doctor!reader and loki? i love your mmaatib series btw!

anon!! you're making me BLUSH!!! thank you so much for your support! and sorry if this came out a bit late i was feeling a bit under the weather the past few days. i also apologize for any errors btw! as you can see, i am a very very tired student who just wants her fix of loki too :'). anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Summary: because of y/n’s incessant pestering, loki turns y/n into a cat hoping that it would give him a moment’s peace.

Warnings: none

Catastrophe.

Loki had become accustomed to the smell of disinfectants that linger in the medical wing as his visits became more and more frequent. Although he hated to admit it, he loved the company you were able to provide. Maybe a bit more than the shared solace your safe haven have provided for the both of you. Usually, the low hum of the air-conditioning filled the room’s silence along with the small conversations you and Loki had shared.

However, today was not one of those usual days. Today, you decided to reverse the roles, where you would be the one getting under Loki’s skin and Loki would be... Loki. Today, you decided that it would be fun to be the most annoying person in the whole Nine Realms. How? By disrupting the peace that graced this room, of course. You started off by imitating the Avengers to which he easily ignored. Then, you began imitating him, speaking of glorious purpose and whatnot, asking him to conjure his prized golden horns for you to use. Though the image that crossed his mind of you wearing his horns was temptingly adorable, his growing annoyance was far greater. Its evidence pointed at his deepening unamused pouty face.

The last straw for Loki was when you thought of imitating a variety of earth’s animals. You chirped, mooed, croaked, barked, and meowed. At that point, despite how much Loki loved hearing your voice, having a moment’s silence sounded so much sweeter to him. So, the God decided to turn you into the last animal you imitated... a cat. With a flick of his wrist, green swirls engulfed your form, and, in just mere seconds, you were transformed into a furry feline. A very cute one nonetheless.

You stood on your hind legs to admire your paws, mesmerized. Loki, on the other hand, looked pleased to see that your awe has taken over your sudden bouts of wanting to annoy him. He could finally read his book in peace, whilst stealing glances at your feline form every now and then to make sure that you don’t get into trouble.

You took a few steps forward and a few steps back to see how comfortable it was to walk on four legs. It seemed very unnatural to you at first, but you managed. After a few minutes of walking, running, jumping, and exploring the area with your new form, you were confident that you had mastered the basics of feline movement. Without a care in the world, you began to sing Loki a song... in cat... very badly. In which, the lyrics you uttered were literally just meow, meow, meow, and meow on repeat.

“Loki,” you said in attempts to get the God’s attention. To your surprise, a meow still came out. The evident shock in your furry face shown as your irises were enlarged and your mouth slightly open.

“Cats meow, pet,” Loki snapped at you, eyes still focused on the novel he was reading. “You know, for a mortal who treats people for a living and studies human physiology all their life, you don’t seem very smart. And no, before you even ask, I will not turn you back. ”

Ignoring his remark, you jumped up to the table where he was situated. This time you kept tapping on his hands. “Hey, listen,” you meowed wanting the God’s undivided attention. “Wait, how can you even understand me?”

Before Loki could answer, the doors to the medical wing were swung open, revealing your boss, the one and only Tony Stark. Great. Immediately, Loki’s face soured upon seeing the man. His face all scrunched up and pouty again. You, on the other hand, pretended to be a good little kitty and lie down on the table, acting all cute and innocent. Tony wouldn’t notice, right? No, he would. But, he wouldn’t care, right? Hopefully.

“Reindeer games, have you seen the, uh, doctor in charge here. They are about this tall, and probably the only person who hangs out here majority of the time?” Tony asked, as he made gestures with his hands trying to picture out your height. He took a few glances at you - the cat - on the table as your tail gracefully wagged to-and-fro. Although a bit confused, he decided not to mind it, thinking that someone - maybe even Loki - adopted the cat and let them in the tower. Not that he really cared at the moment. Currently, the only thing nagging his brain was finding his precious doctor to finish their research agenda. This was the first time you were late and that worried Tony more than he’d like to admit. He wanted to find you before an overprotective uncle Bruce could notice, and, honestly, racing against that time period was too pressuring, even for him.

“I haven’t seen them,” Loki replied, making shooing motions with his hands. A signal that he wanted to be left alone already. The God went back to reading his novel until Tony left to scour the entire building for you, muttering something along the lines of calling Doctor Strange if he couldn't find you at all. He knew that Bruce wouldn’t take it lightly knowing his niece was missing under his watch, so calling out the all-knowing sorcerer became his trump card in case dear old Brucie decided to kick his ass for losing you.

With Tony out of the way, Loki turned his gaze on you.

Actually, on nothing now.

Of course, you had to disappear for real this time.

An exasperated sigh came out of his mouth as he realized you ran away from him. It wasn’t long until the same sense of worry Tony had came over the God. Realizing his current situation, an anxious laugh managed to come out of his mouth. Look at him, Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, a literal deity, worried about the doctor who he turned into a cat.

At this point, panicked thoughts began to rival his own logical ones.

What if someone else had picked you up? You were in a form of a feline inside a facility that clearly doesn’t deal with any animals. It wouldn't be a surprise if someone took you. Undoing the magic with this situation in mind wouldn't bring as much trouble, right?

Loki thought of undoing the magic, but another thought popped into his head before making the decision. What if you were hidden in some cramped space just waiting for him to find you? He feared that undoing it while you were in hiding might be detrimental to your own safety. As much as you annoyed him, Loki wouldn’t want to see his favorite little physician hurt in any way.

Upon weighing all the pros and cons of the situation they were in, Loki decided to look for you the old fashioned way: by himself. Magic would be useless in this situation. Knowing you, any form of telepathic communication Loki made would just be ignored. Though he loved playing all types of games with you, this one only stressed him out. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and thought of the different places he would hide if he were you.

The God observed his surroundings as he decided to look for you inside the medical wing first. With you in feline form, you wouldn't have the strength to push open the doors, so he deduced that you wouldn't have gotten too far. Maybe you were under the beds, hidden in the shadows. Or even at the top of the shelves, away from plain sight. He began pacing through the whitewashed rooms, looking for more clues to narrow down the possible hiding places. Upon reaching halfway through the wing, Loki noted how the afternoon sun shone brightly, through the wide glass windows especially there at the far end of the room. Coincidentally, at the same area, he also spotted a seemingly occupied hospital bed with its curtains pulled all the way. The God took a few more steps as his brain continued to wire all the information together. Finally, it dawned on him.

That was perfect place for a catnap.

Loki crept towards the bed's entrance, careful not to make any sounds to alarm you. Anxiously, he peered through the curtains, mentally cursing himself for the crinkling sound it made. Gods, how he prayed to find you there waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he made his way inside the secluded area to find... you basking under the sun in feline form, all curled up and asleep. Thank the Norns.

Your rhythmic purring quietly resonated throughout the area. A smile tugged at the edges of his mouth, relieved to have found you. Although he was jealous of the fact that the entire time you were just fast asleep, while he had to go through such an ordeal. And so, Loki climbed on top of the bed in the most quiet way possible. Although he was slightly unsure of his actions, he did it anyway. No one else was there, no one else would know. So, there he lay beside you, comfortable with a novel in hand.

It was not long until all the adrenaline in his system died down, and Loki too needed a nap of his own. He stifled a yawn, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. As time passed, the God slowly drifted to sleep, and the magic that held your form was undone. Now, there you lay beside him, adorned by the golden afternoon sun.

Still in deep sleep, you shifted your position, attracted to the warmth the God had brought with him. Realizing the change in position, Loki, as if by reflex, took his arm and put it around the small of your waist in attempts to keep you from falling off the edge, to keep you close. His head nudged yours lightly, and there he stared, captivated, at your sleeping form. There he realized how much he really cared for you despite how much of a handful you can be sometimes. It just felt right for him to have you pressed into his chest, to have his arm around you, to have you right there by his side.

It just felt right for him to have you.

“Sleep well, my mischievous little doctor,” the God said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before finally dozing off.

As the two of you blissfully slept, basking under the afternoon sun, somewhere around the tower there was a very angry Tony Stark, looking for the missing doctor. That didn't matter at all to Loki. The only thing that mattered to him then and there was you by his side, safe and sound.

It was enough for him that today didn't end in a catastrophe.

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possiblyamarvelousavenger · 5 years

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The One | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |Soulmate!AU

Summary: Sometimes, people fall in love when they aren’t soulmates, and that’s fine with Bucky. Inspired by The One by Wild Child

Warnings: fluff, nothing else

Word Count: 1k

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They weren’t soulmates, no, his was long gone, probably moved on from him after the war, and hers wasn’t what soulmates were chalked up to be, far from it, too far—everything was forced, nothing was comfortable.

But Bucky and (y/n) fit, she brought out the best in him, and he always got her to smile, even at the most inappropriate times. He would make them breakfast, and she would bring him lunch to make sure he remembered to eat, and it only got better when they began going out.

Of course they fought, over their safety, sometimes trivial things, but they always got over it, it was always easier to apolagize than hold grudges. Plus, what couple didn’t fight.

Bucky wasn’t the one for her, acording to fate, but he was the one she chose. And (y/n) wasn’t meant for him, but they didn’t care, because they were happy as it was.

They were never alone with each other, they never had to hide anything, didn’t have to cover scars or get rid of flaws.

They often sat on there bed late at night, avoiding sleep, talking about nothing. They’d hold each other, tracing gentle shapes on the other’s arms and back.

No string of zeros on her wrist or names on his could tear them apart—no dark side, no insecurity, no fear. It was just them, they could be themselves without worry or concern, because fate didn’t choose them, they chose each other.

They adopted a cat together, and that was them, they surprised people, her family especially.

There love was silent, three squeezes when they held hands, goofy smiles across the kitchen when one came it with extreme bed-head, relaxing in the tub after long days, or a pile of candy hearts that say “I love you” on the nightstand when one had to leave for a mission before the other woke.

Sometimes they’d go out to fancy restaurants and other times they’d order takeout and sit in the compound yard, stargazing.

Sometimes Bucky had bad days or nightmares, and (y/n) would hold him close and talk about the nonsense of the day, distract him for a bit before they talked about what was bothering him. When (y/n) had a bad day, he’d bring some chocolate and cuddle up in bed with her—he would bring poetry and read to her until she fell asleep on his chest.

She was never scared of his metal arm, she’d trace the plates when ever she got to hold his hand, or spoon him. It made him feel a little bit more human every time, more secure—nothing was going to take her away, and she wasn’t planning on leaving.

After stressful missions, when one of them couldn’t relax and sit still, or was having a bout of insomnia, they’d put on one of his records and sway to the music in each other’s warm embrace, even if the other was half asleep.

One morning, they were lying in bed, she was still asleep, their cat sleeping at the foot of the bed. The sun was shining through the window, and Bucky swore it made her glow. Her breathing changed a bit and she moved a bit closer to him.

“Mornin’,” she murmered, smiling. It completely captivated him.

“Hi,” he sighed out. He usually went for runs with Steve in the morning, but today, he couldn’t imagine leaving her in bed to go out and run in the cold.

She opened her eyes for a moment, the sun making her squint.

“I know I don’t say it often enough, but I love you more than anything, and I never want you to doubt that,” he said groggily, placing a kiss on her nose. She scrunched up her nose.

“I’ve never doubted it, you say it all the time,” she said, picking up one of his hands and squeezing it three times before closing her eyes again. “I love you too.”

“You noticed that?”

“‘Course I did, you’ve been doin’ i’ for the last three years,” she mumbled, kissing his knuckles. “I notice everythin’ ya do.”

His heart melted. Most mornings they’d be too tired to talk like this, but on the off occasion, he loved talking to her like this.

“Hey… so I know we aren’t soulmates-”

“-that’s debatable,” she said, letting out a snort.

“Shh, I’m trying to be romanic before I loose this train of thought,” he said with a grin. He reached behind him and dug through his nightstand until he found a black velvet box.

He turned back to her, her eyes were still shut, she was still glowing, and it made him warm inside.

“Um, anyways… I love you, and I know that’ll never change, and I hope that it never does for you… you make my world go ‘round, and make me feel human, and I was wondering if you… would like to marry me?” He asked, his chest tightening a bit, beaming ear to ear.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked him up and down for a moment before rolling to her side of the bed and going through her own nightstand.

“I mean, “no” ’s an answer, I know it’s kinda sudden,” he said, sitting up.

She rolled back to him and put a small box in his hand. “You never make the first move,” she said slowly, with a smile. “I love you so much, and fate gave me the wrong time. I was planning on taking you ice skating, and doing this under the stars—I know how much you love them.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He stared at the box for a moment. “Doll, could you be anymore perfect?” He eventually got out.

She laughed and sat up, shoulders touching his. “So….”

“So,” he smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek, “I guess we’d like to get married than.”

“Yeah, I’d probably guess that too from two rings,” she said, nudging him.

He laughed and picked up her hand, putting the ring he had gotten for her on her finger. She pressed her lips to his gently, intertwining their fingers.

“Can we skip everything today?” He asked, pulling away only slightly, their noses still touching.

“Absolutely.”

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moonbeambucky · 7 years

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Scary Movie

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2445 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of scary images

Summary: The Avengers spend their night off watching a scary movie.

A/N: So I just watched The Conjuring 2 and I wish I had Bucky to protect me :( Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! gif source (x)

It was the first Saturday the team had off in a while. There were no missions, no cities under attack; it was just a regular night for the group of people that made up The Avengers to have some fun. Sam was usually in charge of the planning, making arrangements for everyone to go out or sometimes, with Tony’s help, he would bring the party to the compound. Tonight everyone decided to stay in.

The last few days had been rough and no one complained about sleeping in this morning, even Steve. Normally he’s training before the sun comes up but not today. You were shocked to learn he slept until 6:30am which is late for him at least.

The whole group was spread out in the living room. Tony sat in his black leather chair, Wanda curled up next to Vision on the floor with a large comforter over them, while Natasha spread out on the large couch, draping her legs across Sam. Steve and Bucky joined you on the large sectional.

Somehow it was decided that you were going to watch “The Conjuring 2”. You liked scary movies but your brain has a tendency to play this awful game with you called “Whenever you’re in the dark I’m going to remind you about a scary image” and unfortunately it happens a lot.

You aren’t scared of the movie, you know it’s fake but it doesn’t matter, the image of a contorted body or creepy ghost stays in your mind and pops up when you’re walking alone throughout the compound or when you sprint towards the bathroom in the darkness of your room, frantically searching for the light to turn it on. It’s silly, you’re an Avenger! You’ve faced a lot worse and so you keep your fears to yourself.

You tried to anticipate the jump scares and you were doing well until one of them got you. A laugh bellowed from Sam and you chuckled nervously, hoping you could play off what happened. If Sam knew you were actually scared he would prank you and you could not let that happen!

From the corner of your eye you saw Bucky looking over towards you. You turned your head to see his furrowed brows pulled together with concern but he relaxed once your lips pulled into a smile, a soft giggle floating out from your mouth at your folly.

Continuing the movie your eyes scanned the room to see everyone else watching with focused attention. Vision was trying to analyze the film, first, at the prospect of the events happening and then why people enjoy being scared. Wanda had to shush him several times.

You wished someone else would get scared too because there was one recurring image that was going to be burned in your mind forever, the nun. That creepy pale faced demon nun that had you gripping the arm of the couch, trying your best to control your quivering body.

“The nun is getting a spinoff! We’re definitely seeing that!” Sam enthusiastically said. You giggled uncomfortably but tried to hide it, already thinking of your excuse for whenever that night might come.

When the movie ended Tony went back to his lab, Wanda left to take a shower and Vision followed her back to her room. Natasha and Sam were somehow pumped after watching the terrifying movie and decided they were heading out to a bar.

“You wanna join us?” Natasha asked.

“No, I’m pretty tired,” you lied. “Next time though.”

Somehow they had convinced Steve to join them. “You coming, Buck?”

Bucky looked over to you as you awkwardly walked around the large kitchen island as if you were lost. Your expressionless face worried him. “Not tonight pal.”

Once the three of them left Bucky made his way towards you, unable to contain the smile that spread across his face. Half of your body was practically inside the refrigerator as you searched for something to eat, and unbeknownst to you Bucky had a great view of one of your best assets, second to your personality of course.

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered, trying not to startle you to no avail.

Hearing the unexpected sound caused you to hit your head on the shelf above you. Rubbing your head you pulled back to see Bucky’s apologetic face. Despite how soft he called your name you couldn’t help that you were still on edge, your heart racing, your blood shakily flowing through your body.

“You hangin’ out longer or goin’ to bed?” he asked.

Bed was the last place you wanted to be. Alone in the darkness of your room? Where the nun could get you? No way. You were searching the fridge to eat something even though you weren’t hungry, believing that occupying your brain with food might help distract you from the fact that every time you blinked you saw the image of that stupid demon.

Clearly it wasn’t working. The next time you decide to watch a horror movie you’re going to do it early in the day while the sun is shining, this way your brain has enough time to get the image out of your head.

Bucky noticed you staring off, and asked if everything was alright. You were about to open your mouth and tell him that you were fine but when you looked into his steel blue eyes and saw the sweet smile on his concerned face you couldn’t.

Of all the people in this compound you could not lie to Bucky. He’s been lied to for decades so you’ve always felt he deserved the truth. Although you never told him about the giant crush you had on him, hoping a lie by omission doesn’t really go against your moral code.

“No, actually Bucky, I’m terrified. I don’t know why we watched this movie!” you admitted.

He wrapped his arms around you into a warm and secure hug after you told him how you’re scared of horror movies and don’t want to be teased for it and worse, how your evil mind works against you.

“How ‘bout we push out those images with something better?” he suggested, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the couch.

Bucky settled into his normal spot, inviting you to curl up next to him. Grabbing a throw blanket from the side he draped the soft material around you. You weren’t sure if it was the thickness of the blanket or the warmth radiating from Bucky but instantly a wave of comfort washed over you.

Bucky promised that when you were ready to go to sleep he would walk you to your room, for now he scrolled through the channels until he found a perfectly safe show on Animal Planet for you to watch. Puppies scurried about on the TV bringing a beaming smile to your face, one that Bucky could not turn away from no matter how cute the dogs were.

Bucky’s arm wrapped around you, the weight of the metal appendage forced you to nuzzle closer to him, something neither of you minded. Soon enough your eyes struggled to stay open and as much as you wanted to stay like this with Bucky you knew if Natasha came home and saw you you’d never hear the end of it. It was time to get into bed.

Bucky walked beside you as you headed towards your room. The brightly lit hallway was harsh against your tired eyes but in the back of your mind you were happy for the lighted path guiding you to the safety of your room. Truth be told, you wouldn’t feel completely comfortable in your room yet until your bedroom lights were on and your room checked out as demon free.

Bucky stood beside you as you swallowed a nervous gulp, pushing your creaking door open to reveal the vast darkness of the room.

“You’re an adult Y/N you can do this,” you silently told yourself.

Grabbing Bucky’s hand firmly you slowly walked into your room, running your other hand along the wall to feel for the light switch. Finding it, you flipped up the switch and suddenly a cracking sound seared throughout the room, followed by the light going out.

Doing the only logical thing your mind could think of you screamed at the top of your lungs while running out of the room, dragging Bucky behind you down the hallway.

Wanda’s door opened and Vision peaked out to check on the noise. “Is everything alright?” he calmly asked.

Bucky had apparently told Vision that things were okay, you weren’t too sure since all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ear, but things were absolutely not okay!

Your body was shaking and all Bucky could do was laugh at how absolutely adorable you were.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to make fun of me,” you cried, looking down woefully, crossing your arms protectively over your chest.

“Hey, c’mere,” he said, urging you to open yourself up to him. Bucky pulled you to his chest as his strong hands rubbed circles on your back. “I’m not making fun of ya,” he whispered in your ear. “But, be happy Sam’s not here!”

Well, at least there was an upside but somehow you’d have to explain to Sam and the rest of the team that your room is haunted and you can’t ever go in there.

Bucky chuckled, “Y/N, your room’s not haunted, listen.”

You weren’t sure what you should be listening for, the howls of restless souls? Unholy demon shrieks?

Bucky walked you a few steps towards Wanda’s door, motioning for you to listen as you heard the sound of Wanda talking loudly to Vision over the sound of her blow dryer.

“She must’ve turned it on at the same time you flipped the light.”

You chuckled, feeling even more ridiculous than before. Of all the nights and all the chances of this to occur it had to happen tonight? You make a mental note to scold Tony. How could this even happen? You thought this compound ran on some endless electrical system that you’d never understand.

“Wow I feel really stupid,” you remarked.

“Don’t,” he said, as he took your hand into his, rubbing his thumb across your skin.

Bucky’s lips pulled into a smile, one filled with so much care your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat but it was the words he spoke next that would truly be the reason for your heart to finally give out after all it’s been through tonight.

“C’mon, my room’s this way.”

Your jaw dropped open as you stared at Bucky in shock, unable to process what was happening as he guided you down the hallway. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe the nun possessed you the moment the lights in your room went out because clearly that would make more sense than the words you heard.

By the time you go to his door you gathered enough sense to ask what was going on.

“Doll, I’m not letting you sleep alone in your room without any lights,” he said softly.

Opening his door, Bucky turned on the lights which thankfully did not blow out. Shoving off a pile of clothes from atop his bed he pulled back the comforter and patted the mattress.

You thanked Bucky as you climbed into his bed, sinking into the mattress and inhaling his heavenly scent that enveloped your senses as warmly as the blanket he covered you with. Grabbing the pillow beside you Bucky, tossed it to the floor.

“What are you doing?!” you cried.

“Going to sleep.”

“No you can’t!” you protested, getting out from the covers and picking up his pillow. “I want you here, w-with me,” you said, timidly staring at the floor, clutching the pillow to your body.

With a voice softer than a cloud Bucky said your name. Your eyes slowly travelled upwards, drinking in every part of his solid frame until you met the sweetest smile that spread across his face.

“Still afraid?” Bucky asked, full of the sweetest concern.

“I…” you began before stopping yourself.

In this moment the cause of your fears was not the movie but your heart that swelled with every beat, no longer able to contain your crush for the man who stole the breath from your lungs.

Tossing the pillow beside you onto the mattress your hands reached out to grab Bucky’s, lacing your fingers together.

“No,” you said, confidently staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes, inching yourself closer towards him. “Not when I’m with you.”

Your words left your lips in a murmur, as your eyes left his gaze, dropping down to glance at his soft pink lips. Bucky watched your eyes meet his again, seeing desire spreading through your pupils like a dark flame.

Your heart has never raced faster than it did in this moment, waiting for him to close the distance, hoping your feelings would be returned. The rhythm of your heart was pounding in your ear, building up to a near painful thrum.

Your eyes flashed as Bucky leaned in, your veins carried blood through your body like time was running out. Your lungs held their last breath as if they were clinging on to life, watching as Bucky’s lips released from coy smile he held, pursing closer to seek out your own.

The moment his lips pressed against yours fear once again flashed across your mind. You’ve never felt more scared before than you have in this moment as every part of your body was set alight with fireworks, every cell instantly addicted to the way Bucky made you feel. You were scared to pull away, never wanting your lips to leave his.

You opened yourself up to him more, parting your lips to welcome his tongue, your own hands exploring the warmth of his skin. You pushed yourself to stay entangled with Bucky, even when the need for air became too much.

Bucky pulled away first, allowing your lungs to expand with a dizzying gulp of breath, though his forehead remained on yours. He too felt the connection between you, one he had never experienced with anyone before, and he was just as scared to let it go.

You laid together on his bed, curled against Bucky’s chest as his arm wrapped around you, fingers entwined, legs tangled together, matching your breaths to the rise and fall of his chest. As you were drifting between wake and sleep you weren’t sure if you imagined feeling a kiss to the top of your head, and Bucky’s low whisper promising to always keep you safe.

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