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buckybarnesb-tch · 10 months

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Hi, can I make a request about Yandere Bucky when he is your therapist and after you tell all your shit he falls in love with you (I would like to have a little jealousy from him for the boys you are with)

Love your work <3

Yandere Therapist!Bucky

This was a very interesting one to write. I’m really starting to love writing AU’s of both Bucky and Klaus

Bucky knew very quickly that he was in love with you.

You sought out a therapist when you started having panic attacks more frequently and you met with 3 before walking into James Barnes office. He was polite, gentle and understanding in a way you had never experienced from any man in your life up to that point and that’s why you decided to come back again, and again, eventually deciding to meet with him once a week.

He was a very kind man. You talked about things with him that you had never told anyone before and he understood that, you appreciated how he would ask a question and change the subject to something lighter when you became overwhelmed, making a note to circle back to it later, never wanting you to become too upset but also pushing you just enough to begin making progress with your mental health.

You looked forward to your time with James, who had insisted on your third visit that you just call him Bucky. He made you so comfortable that you felt like you were talking to a friend and when you expressed that he told you that’s exactly what he wanted, for you to feel comfortable and safe in his office to discuss the painful experiences in your life, of which there were many.

Bucky however, by the end of your first session, he had fallen head over heels in love with you. He ensured you would be coming back to see him, it didn’t feel like work to talk to you, and he wanted to know everything there was to know about you. He could admit to himself he had become a bit obsessed…completely obsessed.

After your third session he made sure he had no other clients that evening and he hopped into his car, following you home to find out where it was you lived with the man you called your boyfriend.

Bucky hated Max.

Max was a physically and emotionally abusive asshole that you couldn’t find your way out from under. He had manipulated you into complete dependency on him and Bucky didn’t just hate him, he was Jealous. He wanted you to look at him like that, as the man to provide for you, as the man to take care of you, as the man for you to love with your whole heart.

He hated every man you had ever spoken with him about. When you and Bucky had started getting into talking about your sex life his jealousy got infinitely worse. He loved how honest you were with him, trusting him with your experiences and fantasies, even trusting him with your painful and scary experiences which he hated that you had been forced to live through. He decided he would make sure that you would never suffer again.

James Barnes was going to be your lover, your boyfriend, your Daddy. He was going to be your everything and you would love every minute of it.

‘I know that it’s scary for you Doll, but this relationship as you’ve described it to me isn’t healthy. You’ve told me about his abuse and his explosive rage, you’re not safe in his house, it’s not a home for you. Men are supposed to be gentle and caring with their women, that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun in the bedroom however you want but a man should never put their hand on you in anger.’ James explained, placing his notebook down and standing up. ‘May I?’ He asked and you nodded, moving over so that he could sit beside you on the couch. ‘I want you to let me hold you, you need to experience what kind touches from a man are like. I think if you feel them, then you’ll understand a bit better how important they are. If that’s okay, of course. I would never do anything you were uncomfortable with.’

‘I…yeah, it’s okay, um…how do…?’ He smiled at your awkward feelings, holding his arms out.

‘Come here Doll, let me hold you.’ Y/n moved closer to his side, leaning into his chest and sighing as his arms wrapped around her.

‘Now what?’

‘Just enjoy it. Hold on.’ Bucky lifted her up and moved to lay himself back against the couch so she was laying on his chest and he held her firmly, pressing his lips to her forehead. ‘There you go beautiful girl, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. I’ll keep you safe.’ His fingers brushed through her soft hair as he fought with his cock in his mind to not get excited no matter how desperate he was to have you ride him like this. It was only about 30 seconds of cuddling before he felt her sobbing into his chest and he immediately held her tighter, rubbing her back and kissing her head. ‘I know. It’s okay Darlin, this is how it’s supposed to feel. You’re supposed to feel safe with your man.’

‘I’ve never felt safe like this…wish I had met you somewhere else.’ She teased and he chuckled along but he knew it didn’t matter where or when they had met, because Y/n was going to be his now.

Bucky kept that up as he began seeing her twice a week, every session went like that from then on. He would spend 30 minutes talking to her before moving to sit beside her and hold her to his chest once again and she never once complained, often being quite unhappy when the hour was up and it was time to go home. He loved that.

A session later he began kissing her head, then her cheek and the week after that he pressed their lips together quickly before ending that session and she was red as a tomato. He loved how sweet and innocent she was even after all of the pain she’s suffered. In their next session he found her burying her face into his neck, nuzzling as close as she could and he tested the waters a bit brushing his hand slowly from her lower back to her butt, caressing her ass gently but she never made any indication she was upset by it. He moved himself a bit and made it seem natural before bending his leg up between hers so his thigh was pressed right against her pussy. She whimpered in his ear as she fidgeted and he enjoyed her reactions quite a bit, trying to suppress his cock as it responded to her hot breath against his neck. He didn’t move again, just allowing her to be comfortable with him touching her like this no matter how difficult it was.

It was that next session that he broke her.

He had maneuvered her into the same position as 3 days ago, face in his neck, straddling his thigh before he pressed his leg more firmly into her, hearing her loud moan though she tried to muffle it. ‘Oh god! I’m sorry, I-‘

‘No, no sorries. Just relax pretty girl.’ He moved the same way once again and her hips rutted down against him as her fingers tightened into his shirt. ‘There you go. Feels good, doesn’t it?’ Y/n nodded into his neck as her body continued moving, grinding down on his leg until she was riding it like a desperate whore and Bucky was living for it. He was in heaven as his girl moved herself on him in ways he only imagined before. ‘That’s it, keep going. Use me Doll, make that pretty pussy feel good, you deserve to feel so good.’ One of his hands held her ass while the other trailed up the back of her shirt to touch her soft skin for the first time. ‘He doesn’t do this for you, does he? Does he make your cunt drip all over him?’ She shook her head frantically, so high on her pleasure he didn’t think anything could shake her out of it right now. ‘Dumbass doesn’t deserve such a pretty pussy, or such a wonderful girl. A good man would never treat you like that.’ He said it in such a way that he knew she would equate that good man to him, she was already half in love with him before, he hoped to push her over the edge today by literally pushing her over the edge. ‘Such a good girl.’ The moan that came out of her mouth was possibly the most desperate and needy sound he had ever heard, coupled with the sound of a sob and he quickly began moving his leg to help her finish faster. ‘It’s okay, just let it out, you cry if you need to precious. You’re a good girl, no matter what that idiot says. You’re so fucking good! No such thing as too needy with a good Daddy, I’m here. You’re safe baby, just…let go. Let go for Daddy.’

‘Oh God!’ She screamed, crying out in completion and desperation as she held tighter to his body. He held her to him and brushed through her hair gently as she came down from her intense orgasm and she was cuddled so close he believed she wanted to become one with his body. It was at that moment that the timer went off, letting him know that their hour was up and he slammed his hand against it to shut it up. ‘Shit!’

‘Don’t worry Y/n, it’s okay. I don’t have another client, just relax for a few minutes and-‘ she pushed herself off of him and quickly jumped up.

‘Im sorry, I should have done that! Oh God! I just assaulted you! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!’ She was frantic, moving to grab her bag as Bucky jumped up after her. ‘Don’t try and tell me it’s okay, that wasn’t okay! I’m a horrible person! You should never want to see me again-‘

‘And yet, I do. Relax Y/n, don’t you think if I didn’t want you to, I would have pushed you off? I’m plenty strong enough-‘

‘You felt sorry for me! Because of course you do! I’m so desperate for some affection that I just jumped my therapist, it’s fucking pathetic! I’m so-‘

‘If you say “sorry” one more time I’m going to take you ever my knee.’ He warned and she just whined, moving for the door. ‘Y/n!’ He caught her arm as she moved out the door and she wouldn’t look at him. ‘Please tell me you’re coming back? You’re scheduled for Tuesday and Friday, just please? Please come back?’ She hesitantly nodded before rushing out the door and leaving him to kick himself for pushing you too hard. He needs to get her back.

Tuesday came and went, she didn’t show up for the appointment and Bucky was worried. He drove passed her apartment and didn’t see any lights on, waiting there for a few hours but not once was there any movement. He called your cell and left a message for you, continuing to look for you after work Wednesday and Thursday just needing to see that you were alright.

When Friday came he was preparing to finish early that day since he assumed you weren’t coming until he heard the soft knock on his door, opening it to see you standing there with your hair covering your face which was odd, it was usually upon a ponytail or at least pinned away from your eyes. ‘Hey. I was getting worried about you, you didn’t call me back, I thought you were gonna skip out on me again.’ He moved and led her to the couch after shutting the door and sitting beside her. ‘Y/n? What’s wrong?’ Bucky moved to tuck her hair behind her ear and saw the purple color on her eye prompting him to tilt her head up. She had bruises around both of her eyes, her jaw was bruised and it looked a lot like finger shaped bruises, along with a split lip in 2 places. ‘Did he do this?’

Y/n nodded. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I…I tried to break up with him on Monday and this happened. I fell down the stairs and ended up in the ER, I stayed with my friend after that. My voice was messed up cause of the bruises on my throat, I didn’t want you to be subjected to that over the phone.’ She teased but his face let her know that he didn’t find it funny before he pulled her into his arms firmly.

‘Don’t you joke about this, this isn’t amusing to me. He could have killed you, I-I could have lost you!’ Bucky knew if there was ever a time to get to her it was now, she was already in love with him, this was the perfect moment to give her that final push. He pulled her onto his lap gently, not knowing where she was bruised and not willing to cause her harm before turning her head and pressing his lips to hers gently, not wanting to harm her split lip. She gasped against him but relaxed none the less into his body and into the kiss. ‘Please tell me you’re done with him? You can come and stay with me, I’ll take care of you! I can’t live without you anymore Princess, I just can’t!’

‘You’re my therapist, I can’t move in with you. That’s all kinds of illegal, you could get in so much trouble-‘

‘I stopped being your therapist the first time we cuddled in your session. I care about you so much Y/n, I can’t spend another minute without you in my arms. Please?’ His hand trailed up her back under her shirt as he kissed her neck over the bruises which he knew she loved.

‘Daddy…’ she whimpered, needy and desperate before Bucky couldn’t hold it in anymore. He spun them around so he pinned her to the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist, Y/n’s hands buried in his hair while his hips ground down against hers, letting her feel his hard cock pressed against her for the first time.

‘That’s right Princess, I’m your Daddy now, and you’re fucking mine!’ He couldn’t control the growl in his voice as he felt her sweet pussy pressed against him through their clothes, desperate to feel her warmth wrapped around him.

‘Oh God, I-‘ He cut her off with his hand around her throat.

‘Mine! You’re done with that fucking idiot, Daddies gonna take care of you now. Starting with taking you home and fucking this little cunt I’ve been desperate for since you sat on this couch your first day! Are you gonna be Daddies good girl?’ She nodded quickly, holding tightly to him, clearly needy for him now. Bucky knew that he wanted more than anything to fuck her in his office, however he also knew that once he felt her he would never pull his cock out of her again, he would be fucking her all night. He needed to get her home so that he could have his way with her and he knew she would do anything he asked of her right now. ‘Good.’ He yanked her up to her feet before bending down and hoisting her over his shoulder causing her to squeal before he slapped his metal hand painfully against her ass. ‘Let’s get you in the car. Daddy needs to feel your hot mouth around my cock.’

Her responding moan was all he needed. Y/n was his now and no one would take her from him, even if he needed to kill that punk asshole to ensure it.

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underthemexicansun · 1 month

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I just want to take care of Bucky Barnes. Like I want to cook for him and do his laundry and buy him books to read and put all his pieces back together again and show him he’s deserving of love and care. But I also want to have hot, dirty sex with him and I want him to choke me and take his anger out on me. I want him to call me his good girl and ruin me for anyone else.

#bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #recovering! Bucky #Bucky Barnes love #marvel bucky barnes #ya feel me?#bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #I just want to fix him #can you tell I was put #in the role of “fixer #as a kid #I also grew up to become a therapist

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shurisneakers · 3 months

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ok and if i wrote harmless in a different font. so what

#the first part is 1.6k words long #and i am looking for supernatural slash paranormal ideas to use in here for future parts. so if u guys wanna. yk.#make it a community project like harmless was <3333 that'd be lovely and fun <3333 #but im waiting to write a couple of parts b4 publishing this one #bc of health reasons #anyway in unrelated news #i have another drabble series coming out on saturday #a letters series where bucky is Shit At Talking so he just writes letters to his bestie who he's in love with bc his therapist told him to #it's a drabble series #and also if u wanna send in word prompts for that. that would be very helpful and i will worship you #anyway im done talking #ari talks #bucky x reader

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luna-rainbow · 1 year

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Ah yeah. There was that excellent Twitter chain when the show screened from a practising psychologist talking about how bad the therapy was. /

i mean... there were also veterans, real veterans, who spoke about how that was the "therapy" assigned from the uS government so it wasn't so inaccurately. it I'd wrong but yeah they said that's exactly what they get which sucks... there was this woman specifically, a Black woman, she does tiktoks and so and she did a long video on YouTube talking specifically about that scene and how much it sucks that the real actual government gives them that...

I’ve seen that video. It was a great video with a lot of insight into veteran experiences. I don’t remember what she said about therapy specifically but she spoke a lot about how hard it was to get the system to recognise her trauma or for her abusers to have any form of retribution.

From memory though, most of the vets were commenting on the first therapy scene. The psychologist I referenced was also talking about that scene. It was a great scene of bad therapy, not because it’s unrealistic, but because sadly it isn’t. That said, it doesn’t affect the headcanon that the therapy program was just to keep an eye on Bucky. Vets who had poor experiences with the VA say they feel it was aimed at getting them back into duty without actually addressing their trauma. A lot of people (myself included) liked the first therapy scene when it screened, because we saw bad therapy for a traumatised POW and thought the story was going somewhere with it, but....uh, nope. (** This post is already getting too long but good storytelling isn't about realism, it's about creating meaning)

I haven’t seen many comments from vets (apart from one commenter on the other post, thank you 😊) specifically talking about the couples therapy scene. And I was talking about the couples therapy scene specifically as being so poorly done (and in context of the poorly researched writing elsewhere in that series) it's unrealistic.

Firstly, massive faux pas in Raynor disclosing Bucky’s treatment to JOHN F(ucking) WALKER. That’s a HIPAA violation right there and while Bucky might not know anything about it, Sam could report her ass right there and then. Also Walker somehow…can dictate the treatment program? (Although I wouldn’t put it past the military) But he’s not even Bucky’s superior officer? Bucky's not even in the military? Raynor said in the first therapy session that “you’re a civilian now” so how does Walker get a say?

Raynor then discloses treatment details to Sam - although I’ll let this one go because Bucky might have consented to that. She then insists Sam join Bucky for the session, which…can happen but neither Sam nor Bucky wanted it, and why would you want to spring a group session on not ONE difficult patient but two?

When Sam sat down, he had to ask her name, which means they’ve never met before. He tries to tell her it’s a really bad time, and it’s clear from his tone and body language that he’s not wanting to engage. She not only does nothing to address that, she doesn’t even do the basic courtesy of taking a history from Sam before launching into her confrontational “treatment”. Look, maybe psychologists are built different but a clinician starting treatment without even knowing the background? If we’re going to treat psychology as real therapy and not voodoo science, then like all physical treatments, it comes with risks. How TF do you assess that risk if you haven’t even talked to the patient??

So she then subjects Sam and Bucky to “couples therapy” which unsurprisingly triggers both of them because she hasn't assessed her patient. Sure, prolonged eye-contact between real couples is meant to increase intimacy and empathy. But you know what other situation people use prolonged eye contact? When the fight response is engaged and it’s a warning for imminent aggression.

So, good work fake therapist for doing the human equivalent of making two angry bulls lock horns then patting herself on the back on creating intimacy. “Look they are touching their foreheads together how cute” no the fuck not they are about to gore each other in the eye.

Luckily for her Sam and Bucky had enough wits about them to not actually hit each other, but they did the verbal equivalent of the same, and both of them left that therapy session more angry and hurt than they were when they started.

TL;DR - the second therapy session was a load of BS because

HIPAA violation upfront and throughout

Walker for no reason dictating Bucky's treatment

Raynor dragging Sam into therapy without having ever met him before

Raynor subjecting Sam to therapy without assessing him

Eye contact used erroneously in a situation that is likely to increase aggression

These are not just bad therapy, it's bad writing from someone who doesn't know how therapy works.

#there is not enough talk about her presumptiveness in the way she treats sam #where are the sam stans at #she literally assumed bucky would be the only one having psychological issues #while ignoring all of sam's tone words and body language saying that he's DISTRESSED #and then forces him into an extremely uncomfortable and confrontational situation #in front of a total stranger (herself) to disclose information he was not comfortable disclosing #of course sam shut down bucky bcos why TF was bucky's therapist getting in on a very personal trauma for sam #tfatws critical #asks #bucky barnes

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samwpmarleau · 3 months

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fic: clippers

aka 1,500 words of me continuing to not accept bucky’s tfatws hair

Dr. Raynor had recommended it, though Bucky suspects she wasn’t the only person involved. These days, there’s a whole pack of people with say-so over his life, getting their jollies by hanging freedom over his head. She said it might help with people’s perception of him if he looked less like he did as an assassin. If he looked more like the young war hero who fought Nazis.

(Saving the universe counts for nothing, does it? he’d wanted to say but didn’t.)

It had irked him, the suggestion. Perhaps because it wasn’t really a suggestion. Raynor had thought he was resisting just to be contrary. He hadn’t had an issue with dressing like a twenty-first century civilian, after all, nor concealing his metal arm beneath jackets and gloves, so what’s the problem, James?

(That’s different, he’d wanted to say but didn’t. That’s so I don’t frighten anyone. So I don’t get stared at and invite questions people don’t want the answers to.)

All right, maybe part of him was just being contrary, because he’s already at his wits’ fucking end with how many conditions and surrendering of liberties this goddamn pardon has. But as he stands at the mirror, sharpened scissors in hand, it is not contrariness that makes him hesitate.

Nor is it the unfamiliarity of cutting his own hair, for he’s done that many times before, both before the war and since. He’s even got a picture to reference of some duck-lipped model showing off what Bucky can only describe as Generic Modern Man Haircut. He’d be Just Some Guy walking down the street with it, which is exactly what the government wants.

So, he does it both because he must and because any reason he can think of to not do it sounds pathetic, and although it’s not the fresh sort of cut he’d get from a proper barber, it’s serviceable. A few strategic passes of gel to disguise any unevenness and he’d be good to go.

(He’d tried that once, in Romania, having a professional touch up the ends, had even managed to tamp down his discomfort through the shampooing and smalltalk. The minute the man brandished the scissors and approached Bucky’s head with them, however, it was all he could do to not take those scissors and stab the man in the carotid out of pure reflex. He’d made it to the alleyway outside before expelling the street mici he’d had only an hour earlier, overcome by how easy the murder would have been. How natural. How he could have eliminated the entire shop of innocents before anyone knew what hit them. Erase the security tape, if there was one, and slip back into the ghost he was for seventy years. He’d returned in the dead of night to leave an envelope with a note of apology and a wad of lei and, needless to say, from then on the only blades that touched his hair were his own.)

He doesn’t recognize the man staring back at him in the mirror, once all is said and done. Which is a bit ludicrous; it’s a haircut, not plastic surgery, and for most of his conscious life he’d had short hair. This shouldn’t be any different. Yet, still he stands there in the bathroom with scissors in his hand and a sink full of brunette strands, for far longer than is reasonable.

He sucks it up, eventually, adjusts to the new length — or lack thereof. In fairness, some of it is easier. Showers are shorter, his hair tie budget is nonexistent, the drain clogs with less frequency, and he doesn’t look quite so much like a drowned rat when it rains.

Dr. Raynor is pleased when he shows up. She says it suits him, that it makes him look normal, that folks will have a harder time recognizing him as the Winter Soldier.

(They already don’t recognize me, he wants to say but doesn’t. I could be standing in front of a newscast about myself and no one would notice. I spent the better part of a century in the shadows — you think I don’t know how to hide?)

“James,” she says in that self-righteous way she does so well, “this is progress.”

She must be right, for she’s got that fancy, framed degree up on her wall that says she’s right, and there’s the goddamn pardon thing that means he cannot step one foot over the line no matter how ridiculous that line is. He utters a thank-you to her, white-knuckles his way through the session, and continues trying to cobble together a life.

Sam brings it up one day, after Walker, the Flag Smashers, and Bucky’s tentative integration into the Wilsons’ orbit. “Meant to say, looks good, man.”

It’s an innocuous statement, really. Well, it should be. Sam regards him a little too long, a little too probingly, for Bucky to believe that it is, in fact, innocuous. Sam’s gauging his reaction is what he’s doing, so Bucky denies a reaction that permits any gauging at all. The slight frown that appears between Sam’s brows tells him he succeeded.

Sam keeps up the ruse nonetheless, following it up with a playful insult as to Bucky’s cutting skills. He texts him the address of someone who is, allegedly, the best barber in Louisiana, tells him he made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. Bucky goes. It’s not like he’s got anything better to do these days.

He’s the only white guy in the place, which elicits both stares from the other patrons and a hearty laugh from the barber resetting his station. “Sergeant Barnes?”

“How’d you guess?” Bucky deadpans, earning himself another laugh.

He’s gotten better at controlling his fears, his impulses, so the barber’s array of scissors and razors does not send him straight into the alleyway like it did years ago. The soul food from around the corner stays firmly in his stomach. The barber himself — Marcus — is jovial, considerate, and does his best to counter the uneasiness Bucky knows must be rolling off him in waves. Some good-natured shit-talking to cap things off.

Despite it all, when Marcus asks, “Just maintenance, sarge? Or you lookin’ for something new?” Bucky pauses.

And pauses some more, prompting Marcus to ask again, “Mr. Barnes?”

“Sorry,” Bucky says, realizing he’s a few more seconds of silence away from making Marcus genuinely concerned. “I just, uh …”

“I got a few suggestions, if you need,” Marcus offers. “Bit of fade on the sides, or —”

“No,” Bucky blurts out.

Marcus holds his hands up. “All right, no fade then.”

“That’s not — I didn’t mean —” Bucky takes a deep breath through his nose, exhales through his mouth. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s …”

Bucky looks in the mirror again. Takes in the same face he’s seen for the past seven months, ever since Dr. Raynor gave him the suggestion-that-wasn’t-a-suggestion. He trusts in Marcus’s talents, that even Sam would find it worthy of a compliment.

(He can’t say he’d turn down a compliment from Sarah either, flirting ban be damned. It’d be Sam’s own fault, anyway.)

“I’m growing it out,” Bucky declares, as much to himself as to Marcus.

“Okay, cool. I can see it.” Then Marcus adds, almost pleads, “I gotta at least clean it up. No disrespect, but did you use a hacksaw?”

Bucky lets his mind drift as Marcus’s twang launches into another story. Half an hour later, he comes away with a list of must-watches and must-eats, plus a full pamphlet on how to not fuck up Marcus’s handiwork. After a generous tip and firm handshake, Bucky emerges from the shop feeling … not strange, exactly, but something.

The unspoken change, once it’s noticed in the months afterwards, garners him a variety of responses from the Wilson clan. When Bucky’s birthday rolls around, Sam and the giggling boys go in on a smorgasbord of scrunchies and clips that Bucky’s fairly certain were designed for a six-year-old girl. More seriously, a tin of pomade that Bucky knows is damn expensive.

For Sarah’s part, several hours later, the pain-pleasure of her knotting her fingers in his hair as she gasps out his name like a prayer is, he thinks, a resounding endorsement.

(Dr. Raynor would — possibly literally — smack him in the face with disappointment if she saw. Walker’d taken care of that, though, of her say-so having any bearing on his choices. Not that Bucky plans on sending the man a thank-you note or anything.)

As it nears his shoulders, Bucky supposes it does make him resemble the Winter Soldier. More than the bright-eyed draftee who gave his life for god and country, anyway, or the subject of the post-Snap government’s rebranding campaign.

Except, in his reflection he also sees the fugitive who’d been coaxed by his elderly neighbor into Sunday dinners of enough sarmale and mămăligă and papanași to give even his metabolism a run for its money. The man who’d been gifted new life, goats, and an affectionate nickname by Wakandans who never once looked at him with fear. The reluctant soldier who stood side-by-side with a talking raccoon and Asgardian god against an alien onslaught.

And maybe it’s silly to put so much stock in something as simple as hair. Maybe Bucky’s value system is in worse shape than his ability to tell fact from fiction when he wakes from a dream (a memory?).

But when he stares into the mirror with the Louisiana heat sticking hair and clothes alike to his skin, a house full of scampering feet, bickering, and hot breakfast just outside the door, it is not the Winter Soldier or James Barnes The Upstanding Member of Society that he sees. He sees himself. Just himself.

“You good, Buck?” Sarah asks when he comes downstairs, worry in her eyes. “You were in there awhile.”

“Yeah,” he wants to say — and does, because he can, because it’s the truth. A smile creeps onto his face. “I’m good.”

#idk man i saw some tweets about how bucky is seemingly going back to the long hair for thunderbolts and went oh???#anyway. there's a bit of #bucky x sarah #because i couldn't help myself but most of this is gen if that matters #also feat. bucky's awful therapist #bucky barnes #christina raynor #sam wilson #sarah wilson #marvel fic #my fic

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bbyboybucket · 3 months

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Sometimes when I’m learning about clinical treatments, I just sit there and think “damn I would do this for Bucky”

#like sometimes im just itching to be his fucking therapist #I just wanna dig in to the gold mine that is his mind and fix it up a bit #but also I don’t wanna fix him bc I like how fucked up he is ♥️#seriously though his mind is like a priceless treasure chest for people into psych #bucky barnes

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burberrycanary · 1 year

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Not Language but a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) ∘ a Stucky Post-TFATWS Fix-it

Not Language but a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) by @burberrycanary

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

Steve has never felt right running away from a fight, even if the fight is with unanswered questions. But it’s not running if it’s a road trip and the oldest, thorniest unanswered question is along for the ride. (Sequel to Still Left with the River.)

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The magnitude of the morning keeps appearing in flashes like the occasional downward glance when traversing a long narrow ledge. He kissed Bucky and didn’t get punched, or worse, let down easy.

The post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Endgame fix-it comes to, if not an end, then at least a stopping point. Eventually.

Thanks to my amazing betas @purpleicedteas, @deadalien, @zenaidamacrouras1 and @village-skeptic 💖

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 1 month

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How do you think Bucky feels about Frankie being married to Rosie? He’s definitely happy for her, she’s his best friend, but I imagine there’s a lot of complicated feelings there.

It's complicated - I think a lot of Bucky's feelings about his relationship with Frankie are more of a reflection on his own insecurities than anything else. It's similar to his reaction to Buck and Marge - there's this idea in his head that if everyone he loves is getting married and 'moving on' from him then there must be something inherently wrong with Bucky himself. He likes Rosie, and I think he sees him as a better man than Bucky is, so to him, Frankie's made a better choice, but there's definitely a sense of loneliness there - for a while at least, he probably sees Rosie as some kind of replacement, even though their relationships with Frankie are both incredibly different

#bucky angst is so depressing god #get than man a therapist #ask

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buthearmeouttho · 2 months

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if I was part of the mcu (pt. 41)

Bucky: and if he was wrong about you, maybe he was wrong about me!

me, from the vents: *banging against the vent* say it again!>:( say that again, I dare you you amazing human being! I’m going to fucking GET you for saying that! But I am SO PROUD OF YOU FOR ADMITTING YOUR STRUGGLES BUT UR STRUGGLES ARE WRONG AND YOU ARE FUCKING PERFECT— How do I get out of here-

Sam, Bucky, and The Passive Aggressive Therapist tm: *silence*

Sam: how the hell did you get into there

Me: du du duna nu nu nuuuu nu *mission impossible theme*

Sam: stop.

Bucky: no, I have better questions, like what do you mean ‘how do I get out of here?’ What do you mean by that? Just get out the same way you got in!

me: I have no idea how I got in tbh

Bucky: what-

me: no if you just take the vent thing off from your side I could crawl out:3

Bucky: that is property damage

me: not if you put it back, I brought a screw driver and a wrench I think I can fit them through the little vent holes, hold on-

Bucky: wh- no!

*little clattering noise as I drop a tiny screw driver through into the room*

Sam: why do you even have that

The Passive Aggressive Therapist tm: I’m sorry what is going on?

Bucky, deadpan with the most ‘I’m done with this’ face ever known to man: you have a gremlin, she’s about this tall, in your vents

me: I’m not that short>:(

Bucky: you might as well be

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Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 1 ~ The Doctor will see you now

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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You walked down the corridor, heels clicking against the tiled floor as you made your way towards the reception to check in for your appointment. Today you were seeing someone new. You had been to therapy previously where you mostly just spoke about your day and whatever you were currently up to, nothing groundbreaking. It was just nice to have someone impartial to talk to. Your friend Bucky had recommended this clinic saying that they had good therapists and members of staff including a hot receptionist he was yet to take on a date. You took the business card he offered and phoned in. After completing an online evaluation form, they paired you up with a therapist and today was going to be your first time meeting them.

You approached the desk, sighting a gorgeous red haired woman typing away. Glancing at her name badge, you realised that this was Natasha, the hot receptionist.

“Excuse me.” You spoke, getting her attention.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you today?” She smiled.

“Im here to see Dr La—lauf.” You stuttered, unsure how to pronounce the name.

“Dr Laufeyson.” She corrected politely, putting you out of your misery.

“That’s it.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Name please.”

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Perfect, if you’d just like to take a seat for me, he’ll be with you in a moment.” She smiled widely. You thanked her before taking a seat.

Sitting down, you took in the view of the white walls decorated with minimalistic paintings. In the corner of the room, there was a fish tank that was teething with life from what you could see. You watched the fishes as they swam around, only knowing that tank as their home. You wondered how carefree they felt, how content. For them, life was swimming within the four glass walls that surrounded them. They were either satisfied or they felt restricted, you hoped for the earlier knowing the restraining feeling the latter felt like. The sound of your name being called pulled you from your trance as you glanced up, following the voice.

“Hi y/n.” The man greeted “I’m Dr Laufeyson, would you like to come with me.” He smiled, gesturing to the room he had just come out of. Standing up, you followed behind him as your eyes unapologetically ran up and down the back of him. He had black hair that was tied up into a bun, a white button up and tailored black trousers as well as polished leather shoes. As you walked into the room, he gestured for you to sit down before he took his own seat opposite you and you could finally properly see his face. Not only was he a sight to behold from the back but your breath almost hitched at how handsome he was. He pushed his glasses back up his nose as he smiled at you, crossing one leg over the other. “I thought that for todays session we’d just spend some time getting to know one another. Are you alright with that?”

“Yes.” You choked out, hoping you weren’t dribbling after you quickly fell into a daydream about him.

“Great. I’ll start.” He began, clearing his throat “I’m Dr Laufeyson, my first name is Loki and I like reading as well as winter sports.” He said with a small chuckle.

“Winter sports?” You giggled “that’s a first.”

“Really? You’ve never met anyone who was a fan of winter sports?” He asked, raising one of his brows as he continued to smile.

“Never.” You answered “so competitively or leisurely?”

“Sometimes competitively, mostly for fun. How about you?” He replied.

“I don’t like winter sports.”

“No I mean a hobby, what do you like?” He corrected.

“Well, I enjoy reading too and—” you stopped.

“And?” He prompted encouragingly after a few moments as if he generally cared and wasn’t being paid.

“Um, socialising with friends I guess.” You finished.

“Nice, relatable.” He grinned.

“Unlike winter sports.” You joked.

“Unlike winter sports.” He chuckled lowly.

The rest of the session went well. Talking to Loki was easy, it felt a lot easier than you thought it would be. Usually whenever you met a new therapist, they’d either bore you with talking about themselves which defeated the object or they’d keep glancing at the clock as you spoke. Loki was attentive, eager to listen, to learn. You found yourself feeling slightly flustered a few times under his intense gaze but as if he could read your mind, he’d quickly look away allowing you time to compose yourself. Perhaps he was used to women feeling ruffled under his stare.

When he got out a notebook, jotting down a number of a guy he knew who offered jet skiing excursions after you told him it was something you always wanted to try, you took the opportunity to glance at his hand. No rings. Very dexterous fingers. Somehow you felt less guilty about practically gawking at him for the past hour knowing that he didn’t have a wife waiting for him at home. He handed you the paper, his finger brushing against yours for a second which felt electrifying as if this was the first time anything other than your own hand had come into contact with it. You glanced up at him, stupidly wondering if he felt the same and almost gasped when his gaze was also on yours. Did he feel it too?

“Well, unfortunately that’s it for this week but would you like to come in again the same time next week? Then I can actually do my job as opposed to debating tolstoy vs dickens.” He snickered.

“In my opinion, Dickens is the clear winner.” You defended “and yes please.”

“Great, I’ll get you booked in with Natasha at reception and I’ll see you next week.” He exhaled before standing up and walking you to the door.

“Bye Dr Laufeyson.”

“When the hour is up, you can call me Loki.” He gifted, looking down at his watch with a simper. “Take care y/n.”

“Bye Loki.” You giggled before leaving and making your way home, feeling tons lighter than months of actual therapy with anyone else had ever made you feel.

Once you were home, you returned the call you had missed from Bucky whilst you were driving.

“Wassup.” He greeted.

“I saw the receptionist, you’re right she’s stunning.” You answered.

“Rightttt. One day I’m going to ask her out. Anyways how was it?”

“Sooo goood.” You squealed “Im with Dr Laufeyson, he’s so easy to talk to.”

“Tall one with the black hair and the glasses?” Bucky asked.

“Yess.” You answered, biting your lip.

“We call him eye candy.”

“We? Who’s we?” You snorted.

“Well one time I heard Natasha refer to him as that whilst I was standing at the reception so it was like she was talking to me.” Bucky explained.

“Right.”

“Well, I’m glad it went well.”

“Same.” You spoke truthfully after having seen therapists who you hadn’t got on with at all in the past “but I’ve just got in so I’ll call you back later Bucky.”

“Later doll.”

Something tells me this is already mildly inappropriate 😂 Already on a first name basis. Also is Tom wearing a blue Peter badge in that gif 😂😂 I always wanted one of those

#READ THE WARNINGS #loki x reader #tom hiddelston loki #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #loki au #doctor Loki #therapist loki #bucky x natasha #bucky x reader

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astxrwar · 4 months

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ough i rly nailed tbe fucked up energy in this bucky thing. my favorite trope is “these characters are fucking instead of getting therapy” because it comes in so msny flavors

#astxrwar.txt #if tropes r desserts that trope is ice cream #flavor possibilities nearly limitless #ik bucky technically has a therapist but she sucks ass ngl

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thecoldsoldiers · 3 months

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💀

✘ @skullsandsteel

Send 💀 to see how my muse would try and kill yours

“Fire.” Bucky stated without blinking. “Let him feel the smoke in his lungs, the heat on his skin again. A controlled burn is meant to take away the dead things to rescue what is underneath, give a chance for something new to grow…” Bucky looked down at his hand, at the metal plates and watched them shift with a twist of his wrist. “But sometimes there’s just a wildfire, it takes everything away, including those trapped in a car and unable to escape.”

#tw: burns #Bucky that was very dark #someone get him a therapist please #a real one #skullsandsteel

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colorfultyrantearthquake · 2 years

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Can't help falling in love with you | Bucky Barnes

Description: A therapist conquers the winter soldier's heart.

Warnings: very slight mentions of blood & domestic abuse. Nothing else (i guess?)

Words: 1500+

Notes: Some winter vibes amidst the burning heat of summer. No ideas why.

Let me know what u think, please. Requests are open❤️

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Snow fell heavily outside of the window on a cold morning at early November.

Footsteps echoed through the warm house as James made his way towards the kitchen, feet clad in white socks hitting the floor softly as he made himself a cup of tea. He looked out of the small living room window, noticing how the snow fell heavier than the day before. He despised winter.

One thing James was never capable of falling in love with, was winter. It reminded him of his other side, of the winter soldier, harsh and merciless.

It was only 6 in the morning but he couldn't fall back asleep, nightmares still visited him more often and sometimes, he really couldn't do anything about it. He stirred the components of the cup slowly as he felt his thoughts drift away to one dangerous place he always tried to keep himself off.

You.

James sighed as he remembered his therapist, you were beautiful. To say that you are beautiful was an understatement, in his eyes, you were a masterpiece.

He couldn't help the beat his heart skipped as your smile appeared in his head, or the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He felt the corners of his mouth tug a smile at the thought of your laugh. He always loved to hear it, it was the true medicine for his tormented soul.

It was one of the many things that kept him sane all the time. He wanted to be better and help himself just for you, he wanted to make you proud in hopes that one day you'll be able to see past the soldier, see who he really was and get to know the Bucky Barnes. He chuckled softly at the thought, not knowing whether to believe it or erase it completly from his mind.

He didn't really believe that he meant anything to this world anymore, except for Steve of course. Steve was the one who brought up the idea of having a therapist, and he was more than glad to accept it when he first laid eyes on you.

James sighed as he brought a chair and sat directly in front of the window, holding a blanket tighter around himself. Despite hating winter, you always told him that he must learn how to embrace things specially the ones he hates, to always try and see the good in them, you told him that you loved winter, that it was your favourite season, that was more than enough reason for him to sit down everyday in front of the window and watch the snow fall, he wanted to accept it as you told him, they weren't that different anyways.

At times when he felt like hating it and getting up, he would just picture you standing out there laughing heartily as you carried a bunch of snow in your delicate hands, he'd instantly forget any thoughts he had. His happy thoughts were soon halted as he remembered the cause of his agony.

You weren't single, and it seemed like you weren't going to be anytime soon, or that's what he thought. He felt disappointment crawl to his heart that was trying to hold itself whole. He's always seen how your eyes would light up when you look at him, or the way you'd always share your favourite things with him. If your relationship wasn't like this with the man you're engaged to, then why are you still beside this man?

He scoffed thinking about him, you've been engaged for 3 years, a year exactly before meeting Bucky. His name was Dylan, James never liked Dylan, brushing the idea of your engagement aside, he never saw Dylan as a man who'd be responsible for anything, he was selfish, he cared for no one, not even for you, he'd always focus on himself and try to get your attention at any costs but he'll never give you anything. Narcissist asshole.

James remembered the first time you attended your session with red, puffy eyes. He had never felt such anger and hate, he felt for the first time that he willingly wants to turn into the winter soldier and go rip his heart out. But that was clearly opposite to what therapy means.

Again, it wasn't his place to say anything in your life, he was just a patient for you anyways. James wasn't the least bit disturbed by you, but every time you showed up tired and defeated, with the excitement faded from your eyes, his heart fell into millions of pieces and he'd just try to do nothing but lift your spirit and make you feel better. He wanted to help you the same way you helped him, he loved you deeply like no one ever did, he was sure.

Soft melodies echoed from the radio on his right, yes a radio, he was never a man of technology, something about the classic stuff made him feel at ease. "Familiarity" he remembered your words when he told you about that.

"Wise men say... Only fools rush in"

Elvis' voice filled the room as the first melodies of 'Can't help falling in love' started. He felt his heart tug at the words.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?"

A minute later, he was interrupted by a loud knock on his door, he placed his cup on the counter as he walked towards the door, the house still somewhat dark as he looked through the peephole.

You were standing outside, this was not a session. It's barely 6:30 in the morning. Hurriedly opening the door for you, he found you standing with your head bowed down, your small form shaking, you only had a light blue sweater with a pair of jeans that were ripped at your right knee where he saw dried blood there.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea"

"Goodness, Y/N. What the hell happened ?" He already knew what happened as he took you by the arm gently and lead you into his house. Once your body hit the warmth of his house you sighed in relief as he sat you down on his black couch facing the fire place, you started to tremble, sniffing. You couldn't speak. You were too tired and too shocked to speak. You started sobbing while rubbing your eyes, you hated crying, hated showing your weakness but the past hour held the most terrible events of your life.

"Y/N talk to me, love. What happened ?" James said softly as he looked at you closely, he saw bruises starting to form on your cheeks and a small cut on your right eyebrow, he saw your busted lip as small blood drops fell from it on his dark blue carpet. He took off the blanket and draped it around you holding it closely to your body.

You looked at the ground refusing to look at him, embarrassment filled you as you thought about telling him what happened. You knew he'd never hesitate to kill Dylan. You knew you should've ended it a long time ago.

His warm, flesh fingers moved to touch your chin softly making sure not to hurt you, bringing your face up as he kneeled down in front of you.

You brought yourself to look into his eyes only to find his face full of emotions, you couldn't read them all. You saw anger, sadness, worry, care, but most of all, you saw Love.

"Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be"

By now, you knew that your mind was making up things, you didn't care about anything as he pulled you into his hug and rubbed slow soothing circles on your back.

Slowly you found yourself break down, crying heavily in his embrace, you felt every bit of strength leave your body as you leaned into him harder, wanting nothing but to disappear from everything, everyone, you wanted him to hold you still and never let go of you.

"It's fine darling I'm here. I'm always here for you. Just calm down for me. Please" James said as he felt his heart clench tightly at the feeling of your hot tears on his T-shirt, he felt his heart tighten and strain as he remembered the bruises and cuts on your face.

You tried to calm your breathing as you focused on his soothing words and deep voice. You always felt safe around Bucky. You knew he was always capable of protecting you, take care of you properly, you just wanted safety, love, you wanted someone to be your home. You sobbed harder as you felt your whole world crashing down.

"Baby please stop you're hurting me." Bucky's strained voice reached your ears as he held you tighter against his body, you felt yourself slip to the floor as you held onto him. He was incapable of holding back anymore.

Sitting cross legged, he held you close as you started calming down, your breathing slowing to even intakes and outtakes as you had a death grip on his shoulders. You were afraid of letting him go feeling as if he was going to disappear. You just wanted him here, all the time.

"That's it, love. Just breathe." He sighed as he pushed you back slightly so he could see your face.

"I know it's Dylan, Y/N. If it weren't for you, I swear this man would've been dead for so long by now." James said as anger flashed in his eyes. "I don't need to know what happened, you don't have to talk about it now. Just breathe." He repeated while looking deep into your eyes. You nodded your head as you calmed down, feeling warm and safe. "I'll go get something in a second, okay? I'll be back before you know it" nodding your head again, he settled you down on the couch slowly as he disappeared into the apartment. He came back with a first aid box. He sat on his knees to be on the same level with your knee.

He started to clean the cuts on them and place bandages, all while trying not to hurt you or push too hard on the wounds with his metal arm. He wanted to make you feel comfortable and didn't want to cause you any form of hurt even if it was unintentional, he was always extra careful with you.

He finished cleaning your face as he looked at your knuckles to find dried blood there. He smiled a small, proud smile knowing that, at least, you tried and punched him.

You watched him intently as he took care of you, you sure had been a mess the last couple of months. You knew that Dylan had changed a lot and you felt yourself slowly start to fall in love with Bucky, you knew all the time but couldn't bring yourself to it.

Each time he took care of you and helped you through your worst times made you fall harder for him.

"Bucky ?" You said softly as you looked into his azure blue eyes that snapped at you quickly. You saw worry mask his face as he retreated his hands.

"Did I hurt you ? Did I wrap the bandage too tight for you ? Are you in pain?" He rushed as he started looking at your bandages from a distance while tracing his fingers over the wounds trying to see if it was too tight.

You leaned forward and caught both his hands in yours, his head snapped up in what seemed like fear, struggling to take his metal hand away from your grip, only for you to hold it tighter.

"Take my hand

Take my whole life, too"

"No Bucky, you didn't hurt me at all." You smiled as you saw his face relax.

"You scared me, love." James sighed as he looked at your hands in his, remembering his thoughts an hour ago, how the feeling of your hand in his felt so right, your body in his embrace like he held the world. He wanted to make you feel as special as you should always be, he wanted to treat you right.

James looked back at you as you kept your strong hold on his hands, he felt his heart skip beats as he felt himself get lost in your eyes. He gazed at you lovingly with so much softness that you felt like melting in your place. He really wanted to stop his thoughts and hopeless wishes but couldn't.

James hesitated as he thought about telling you his true feelings, he was scared of ruining what was between the both of you.

He was a man of taking risks, but when it came to you he always slowed down his thoughts, taking all the time to figure what you'd do and how you'd react.

But he knew that was his right moment.

He felt his palm sweat as he took a deep breath.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you." He looked at you then averted his gaze to the floor, he started rubbing the back of your hands in the softest of ways possible. "I have been wanting to say it for a while now but never found the right moment, I don't know if this is it or not, and I don't know what the right moment of yours should be, but all I know is that I have a few words to say to you." He paused as he took a deep breath.

You nodded your head encouraging him to proceed, he looked worried but what he was going to say was really making him feel annoyed for not saying it earlier, you felt tension visible in his shoulders, his eyes roaming through the whole room but never your eyes. He was nervous.

"I can't help falling in love with you, Y/N" Bucky said as he looked at your face.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at hearing his words, his eyes held emotions that couldn't be described.

You felt your heart swell and bloom at the tenderness and love radiating from his eyes, light pink shade found its way to your cheeks tinting them. You felt your breath hitch at his words, all your suppressed emotions flooding to the surface as you held his hand tightly.

"Give me an answer, Y/N. Please." His voice wavered slightly as his hands started shaking.

"James," you put one hand on his face as you calmed your breathing, "I have never felt such happiness before, you are all I ever hoped for, yes I had Dylan, but I knew that we weren't made for each other. You are mine, James. I was made to be yours, nothing would ever change what I felt when my eyes landed on you for the first time. Fireworks lit up my world, butterflies erupted in my stomach, my heart expanded and swelled wanting to take all of your pain away and pour the love that you've never had all over you.

I have been falling for you since I saw you James, I don't think I will ever be able to stop falling for you.

I love you, James."

By the time you were done, James was grinning widely, he shook his head in disbelief watching your hand covered with his. His dream was coming true for the first time in his miserable life.

He put both his hands on your face pulling you closer to him, his eyes studied your face lovingly, keeping all your features, he wandered to your lips as his fingers started caressing your face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for these words to leave your lips, Y/N. I believed this'd never happen but here we are, I will never love anyone as much as I love you, you are what holds me down, Y/N. You are everything."

Pulling back from him, you smiled tenderly in his direction, freeing all the love and care you held deep in your heart.

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

"James" you whispered softly.

"Y/N." he answered you, resting his forehead against yours while you rested your hand on his heart.

"How about falling together, just the two of us ?" You smiled widely at the way his face lit up.

"Always, my Y/N, always."

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claireandacat · 8 months

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Simping over middle aged actors who don’t know I exist. An essay.

Maybe it’s just a general lady thing, but I have a tendency to crush on actors 10+ years older than me. Am I a lonely 26 year old lady waiting for her happily ever after while my catholic match profile is crickets?

You got me there.

But like seriously it is a general human thing to find someone attractive and to feel feels. It’s in everything, life, movies, music, ballet, art, history. Don’t get me started on my favorite Corinthians verse about love.

I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a while now. I was basically inspired by Brittney Broski, who simps all the time and people relate to that and listen to her ramblings. I’m sure one other person out there is interested in hearing my simp interests. 😅😂

I have a top 5 of middle aged hot guys I absolutely love. All of these are crushes that started when I started getting crushes and I still find them attractive today as a 26 year old lady. In order of discovering and falling for them they are…

Ben Barnes

Robert Pattinson

Cillian Murphy

Sebastian Stan

Daniel Brühl

1. Ben Barnes

I was 11, snacks and dance class was life, the hormones were starting to kick in and the second Narnia movie had come out. I wasn’t much of a Narnia fan but I was forced to tag along with the after school program I was in to a showing of this movie as a last day of school celebration. Ben Barnes as Prince Caspian was FINE AF to my 11 year old eyes and heart. I fell for him like a ton of bricks and would get 11 year old girl fantasies of being Prince Caspian’s princess.

He is over 40 now and still fine as hell. His character in Shadow and Bone is amazing. He def plays dark personality characters very well. He has a singing career as well and his cover of River was in my top Spotify songs last year.

I love that he is in T-Mobile commercials now. He is perfect. He is THE ultimate hot British actor. I hope T-mobile paid him well because my man is talented and deserves to be more than just a face of T-Mobile. When I was stressed and on edge at my previous job at an urgent care, seeing his face on commercials always made my 12 hour shifts better.

I’m surprised he hasn’t been in some BBC new classic considering he is both British and adorable and would totally make a good heart throb protagonist?!

2. Robert Pattinson

I was in 6th grade and the Twilight books and craze was big at my middle school. Every other girl including myself was wearing team Edward or Team Jacob shirts. The Twilight movies also had come out. RPatz was the heartthrob of every girl. Move over Prince Caspian, Claire is grown and edgy and likes edgy hot guys that match 😂.

A couple years ago I watched his video on GQ where he takes a look into his career and decided to dive into some of these movies myself. His young self is cute as a button in the 4th Harry Potter movie even though his charming character has an unfortunate fate. He makes the perfect Batman, just add in the Chris Nolan plot and music and we got a perfect match. He totally captured the darkness and loneliness in Bruce Wayne/Batman.

Of course I HAD to see his Chris Nolan debut. If you read my other posts, you know I am a superfan for Christopher Nolan movies.

He is fine and cute in that movie. His performance is great. His performance in The King was also great. He def nailed that French accent.

He can be the American heart throb AND the British heart throb at the same time

3. Cillian Murphy

I’m 16. I’m into zombie movies and 28 days later is on BBC even though the plot and IMDb pictures are scary, I still ditch my chemistry homework to watch it. Totally fine with any nightmares I’ll probably get. Still my favorite zombie movie to this day and one of the few horror movies I’ll still watch since converting to Catholicism.

This is the first time I actually fell for an actor because of their performance and then I deep dived into other works he is casted in.

I love his intensity and dedication to roles as well as approach. Even during his small role in Dunkirk. I love the power and darkness he puts into Tommy Shelby. I mean have you seen the scenes where Tommy is in full blown rage? He goes from zero to rage effortlessly.

His performance in Oppenheimer deserves an Oscar and if he doesn’t get it I am rioting. He nailed the look. He nailed the sensory overload/overwhelmed looks. Just perfect.

I’d love to just have a Guinness with him and just discuss Irish culture and his career over.

4. Sebastian Stan

What is funny about this one is that for a bit I was a Steve Rogers stan. Like from ages 16-21 Steve was my man. That was until his friend Bucky stumbled upon in my dream one night. Originally that is how I knew Sebastian but then i stumbled upon The Devil All The Time where he has a small part as a corrupt small town sheriff and became curious.

Last summer I had a random dream about Sebastian whist I was simping on RPatz. Somehow my curiosity got me and I became a Bucky stan. Still to this day I simp over him, even though there’s another guy I’m simping over even stronger (see below).

He is just so fine and such a sweet human being. I read a buzz feed article about people who have met nice and cool celebrities and my Sebbys was on it. In that video he did for GQ of him reviewing his career, he is so humble, so genuine and always has something nice to say about everyone he works with.

And now the current middle aged actor I’m simping on…

5. Daniel Brühl

See my alienist blog post

Three words. Calm. Collected. German.

Well more like handsome, multilingual, and German 😂

Wes references aside, It all started with my curiosity with the movie Rush. I had only known Daniel as Zemo in the marvel movies so I thought let’s see his other filmography. I fell for Daniel like a pile of bricks. The eyes. The hair. The talent. It was really Dr. Laszlo Kreizler that did it for me. According to Niki Lauda himself (God Rest His Soul) Daniel is a “down to earth guy” like who doesn’t love that?! Plus being a wannabe #tradwife finds it so adorable that he has a wife and kids. I never want to cheat on those ever I’m not that lady. But there is something so cute to me about a man with a family. Then again that’s what all my fantasies are.

Like 🥹🥹🥹

He is a perf trad man vibes. Who doesn’t love that?! His character in Rush gives the same vibe too. I also love me a smart and sarcastic man like Dr. Kreizler. Then again I’ve been told Germans are just that way and being that I’m about 1/3 German I could just find that sexy in my blood 😂

In conclusion

I have one goal in common with these men. I want to see them each in a Chris Nolan movie AND a Wes Movie. Not one or the other. Both. Rpatz and Cillian are halfway there.

My top 5 of middle aged actors that I will forever simp on: honorable mentions

Matthew McConaughey - his performance in interstellar is so amazing I’m naming my son Joseph in honor of not only the OG St. Joseph himself but his character in Interstellar. Also is pro American and sometimes stars in comedies.

Adrian Brody- a Wes regular. And on Peaky Blinders. I love his variety. “I think it STINKS!!!”

Chris Evans- I was obsessed with him and Steve rogers during my late teens for a MINUTE. So he has to be included here.

Ryan Reynolds’s. He was pikachu and he is a family man and has a beautiful family with Blake Lively.

Honorable mentions but they’re actors I find hot but they’re my age (Oct 1996 or younger/older by 5 years)

Tom Holland. Fellow 1996 baby and I’m pretty sure he would’ve graduated in my class. Plus he is faithful, anti Hollywood actor, and a loveable dork. Also he does it all.

Timothee Chalamet- probs the Leo DiCaprio of my generation. Plus that jawline and hair. Hard to find a cutie with hair texture like mine.

Tony Ravilori. Also a fellow 1996 baby and Wes regular. Has a charming simplicity in his characters.

Freddie Highmore- I just love his performance in The Good Doctor.

If they’re my age I may have an expressed interest in their work because they’re my age. I’ll be seeing them in 40 years on tv looking as perfect as ever still and me with my greying hair will wonder where time went.

Harry Styles. I was a one Direction girl. Been following his solo work for a bit and he is a fellow 420 user 😂

Honorable mentions but they’re actors older than my parents

Wes Anderson. year older than my mom and he fine as hell on top of being my favorite director.

Jeff Goldblum -it’s Jeff Goldblum

I’m not too crazy about the honorable mentions but they’re still cool. I’d have a glass of wine or blunt with them. We all have our favorites on differentiating levels.

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