#bucky x gn!reader

[ivybucky]

First Time - b.b. x gn!reader

Summary: You have a habit of calling people by cute nicknames or monikers, and Bucky isn't sure why it made him feel so good.

a/n: I'm breaking my hiatus finally!!! this is just a cute lil fic somewhat based on first time by hozier without the thought-provoking underlying angst. 1.9k

Content/Warnings: tfaws!Bucky, fluff, pining, tfaws fight scenes, zemo mention, multiple Sam appearances, references to fights/violence, use of y/n, use of the nickname doll when referring to the reader, friends to lovers? (let me know if i'm forgetting anything)

Masterlist

Believe it or not, Bucky Barnes tried to not think about his past. 

Though his efforts to make amends were a work-in-progress, and his name was brought up in the press more often than he preferred, Bucky Barnes tried to think about his past as little as possible. 

The first time you called him James was the first time he had liked the way it sounded. You had smiled at him, sweet and welcoming, as Sam introduced the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, James.” God, did it fall off your tongue in the nicest way. “Thank you for looking after birdbrain over here.” You giggled at Sam’s distant-sounding protest.

Bucky cracked a sideways smile, not being able to stop himself. “You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your smile morphed into a sort of smirk, cheeks warming at the nickname he gave you. “Is that what you prefer?”

He hadn’t given it much thought anymore. He knew James as the person who enlisted in the military, the person who fell from the train following Captain America into the throws of war. James was the person who was Hydra’s plaything, the assassin, the monster he was so desperate to forget. Bucky was the charmer, the best friend of Steve Rogers, the swing dancer who had a habit of punching bullies(justified obviously). 

Now, he didn’t feel like either. Going by Bucky was the easiest option, since it was the part of him he was desperate to gain back. Talking to you however, he didn’t think he cared what he was called anymore. 

He gave you a soft grin, one that may have held a bit more meaning than flirtation. “I don’t mind either, you can call me whatever you want.”

—

The first time you called him by any kind of nickname was the day they went to Madripoor.

“Sammy! Buck!” You called their names as you waved big at them from the small airport hangar. 

Bucky tried to slow his heart as the pair walked closer to you. Sam let out a chuckle next to him, a teasing smile thrown his way. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company, Buck.”

With a frown and a grumble, Bucky widened his gait, the toe of his shoe catching on Sam’s, causing him to trip up momentarily. “Don’t call me that.”

He reached you first, allowing his smile wider further than before. “Hi Y/N, what’re you doin’ here?”

You placed a gentle hand on his left shoulder, rubbing back and forth. “It’s good to see you too,” you chuckled. “Sam told me what you guys are doing with Zemo. He thought I might be able to provide some kind of help, right Sam?”

Sam walked up with somehow both a smirk and scowl on his face and pulled you into a quick hug. “That’s right, though I might’ve invited you along so that I’m not the only one putting up with his old ass.”

Bucky scoffed, trying to ignore the lack of warmth from your otherwise occupied hands. “Are you sure about this, doll? This is probably gonna end with all of us on a watch list.”

You nudged his shoulder, your own smirk gracing your features. “As if I wasn’t on one already.”

The boys both chuckled, before Sam spoke up. “Speaking of watchlists, he’s here.”

Boarding the private jet that Zemo just happened to have, Bucky tried to keep his eyes on you the whole time, even as you sat in the leather seat between him and the window. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just fascinated by this - I don’t know what to call it,” your brows furrowed at the sentence, at the faint smirk that rested on Zemo’s face. “But this part seems important. Who is Nakajima?”

Bucky was out of his seat in an instant, metal fingers gripped tightly around his throat. Zemo’s face wiped itself of any amusement. Bucky spoke into his ear low and gruff, but it could easily be heard throughout the plane cabin. “You touch that again and I’ll kill you.” 

He snatched the notebook back into his and heavily sat back down into his seat, hand wound tight around the small journal

Your fingers reached across his lap and wrapped around his clenched metal fist, thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of his hand. “Just ignore him, sweetheart. You and I both know nothing that man says is worth anything.” 

Bucky looked down at your joined hands, then glanced up at you with a small smile. He gave your hand a couple of squeezes, and tried to focus back on the words being said throughout the rest of the plane ride. 

—

The first time you called him “baby” was during their fight with John Walker. 

Madripoor and Latvia had been filled with silent stares, small smiles, and soft words . Fleeting “friendly” touches ensued as well - Bucky’s hand on your back drawing small circles, your gentle grasp of his hand or arm when he clenched his fist.

Bucky talked to you about Yori, about his too soft mattress, about his too shitty of a therapist, his want to get a cat. You told him about meeting Sam, your agency background, your agreement that he should totally get a cat. And now, you just wished you could have that again.

Walker was too strong, landing solid hits on both Sam and Bucky that could easily start slowing them down. He had lifted the shield over their bodies too many times, clearly holding on to the same psychotic fury he had when he killed the Flagsmasher.

To this point, you stood frozen in watch. You weren’t there when the fight started, and between Sam and John’s current focus on Bucky, you weren’t sure which side needed the most aid.

John had flung Bucky into a nearby metal utility pole for Christ’s sake, and a cry wretched itself from your lips. You ran to his side as he laid on the ground unconscious, metal arm cackling with untamed electricity. 

“Bucky,” you murmured as you checked his spine for any breaks. You could hear his breath, as shuddered as it was after an impact like that. You moved him to lay on his back, palm pressed to his cheek. “Bucky, honey, come on, wake up.”

You tapped his cheek a couple of times in slight panic, other hand unconsciously combing his hair back. A couple of moments passed before he groaned and huffed out a cough. “Bucky,” you sighed a breath of relief, eyes near tearing up as the tension left your body. “Are you hurt, baby?”

He sat up with a grimace, another groan leaving his lips. “What the fuck?”

“He took the serum,” your hands had yet to leave his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He looked up at you with a wincing smile, still bright enough to make your heart stutter. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” The red gracing your cheeks could be easily based on the intensity of the fight, but it was unsaid knowledge that wasn’t the case. He touched the hand holding his cheek as you swept a thumb back and forth. A grunt from the fight crashed them both back to reality. “He’s gonna kill Sam.”

You stood up, pulling him with you by his metal arm. Bucky swung his arm around to recalibrate before jogging forward. “We gotta get the shield. Be careful, don’t let him pin you.”

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The first time you kissed him was in Louisiana. 

You giggled from the picnic table as you watched Bucky dodge Sam’s nephews, cake in hand, as they tried to tackle him for his arm, as well as when several of the children pleading to hang off of it.

He sat next to you on the bench of the table, shoulder pressing into yours as you basked in Sam and Sarah’s storytelling. Bucky shared some bittersweet stories about Steve, drawing smiles from everyone listening. Each laugh had you leaning into him a bit more, but a complaint could not be heard, especially when your hands brushed under the table.

The evening continued on like that into the early night. Bucky entertained the masses, looking a lot like the charmer he used to be. Sam reminisced with his community, taking many photos with his local family. 

You sat on the pier, leaning back against the wooden bench as the sun set over the water’s horizon. You could faintly hear laughter behind you on the dock mixed with the sound of the stereo’s music drifting over. A smile grew on your face as a presence made its way towards you, shoes scuffing against the wooden slats. A soft hand rested on your shoulder and sent warmth through your body. “Care for some company, doll?”

You flashed Bucky a smile that had him weak as you turned back to him and patted the space next to him. He sat down close, thigh pressed against yours, shoulder to shoulder yet again. 

“What’re you gonna do now, Buck? You think you’re gonna stick around?” 

He sighed, staring down at his metal hand in contempt. “I don’t know,” his hand clenched in his lap. “I’ve been following orders for a long time now. Might be good for me to work with someone, not for. Even if birdbrain has a habit of getting on my nerves.”

You reached across his lap and gently unfurled his fingers. He wished the pressure he felt against the metal was more tangible for once, more definitive. “You should do whatever makes you feel the most free, sweetheart.” You slipped both of your hands around his, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “Whether that be with Sam or doing something else. You deserve it.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted over your face and observed its features - the small smile that curled around your lips, the kindness in your eyes. “And what about you?” he spoke softly. “Will you stay?”

You looked up to him and searched his eyes with a hopeful grin. “Are you asking?” you chuckled, using one of your hands to comb his hair back behind his ear, thumb resting on his cheek. “If I’m needed, I’ll stay.”

Bucky puffed out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “Well ya know,” he threw a bright smile in your direction. “Sam’s gonna need you here so he doesn’t lose his mind.”

You chuckled, leaning a little bit closer.  “And you? Do you need me?”

Bucky took in the space between you, the way your breaths mingled, foreheads near touching. “Yeah, baby,” he allowed himself to fully lean in. “I need you.”

You kissing him was like coming up for air, or finding water in the middle of the desert. It was salvation, it was required for him to have in order to survive. Your lips were soft, tasting faintly of the beer you had earlier. His mouth moved against yours like a magnet following them wherever they went. His hand drifted to your waist, moving you somewhat into his lap as you both smiled into the kiss. When you finally broke apart, it was only for the need for oxygen to fill your lungs. 

You giggled from above him, heads pressed together. Your hands locked themselves around his shoulders in an embrace that forced him to stay where he could feel the pant of your breath across his skin, not that he was complaining. “I guess I’ll stay then.”

Please reblog and comment! It's my first fic in *two fucking years* and i need to know that this is still good lol

[lostgirlmuseum]

Pulse 💗

Summary: Bucky can hear your heartbeat through the wall, and he can tell everything isn’t alright.

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader

Words: 600 (exactly 600, holy moly)

Warnings: None really, just mentions of anxiety and adhd. Wrote this within an hour, sorry if its bad

A/N: Self indulgent fic alert! This goes out to all my peeps who struggle with ADHD/anxiety. It sucks, but hang in there!

Divider credit: @saradika

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up from the papers on your desk.

A brief second passed, and the door creaked open. A cautious Bucky peeked his head in.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

You suddenly became aware of your leg bouncing 70 miles an hour, and forced yourself to stop. 

“Yes, why?” You replied, ignoring the urge to get up and walk around.

“Well, I—” he hesitated, and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, “I was passing by and I heard your heartbeat going really fast—super hearing and all that,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“120,” you stated, glancing at your watch.

“What?”

“My heart rate is 120 right now.”

“That’s pretty high for just sitting,” he responded, having a hard time hiding his concern.

“Well, y’know, anxiety,” you breathily laughed, but it wasn’t that funny.

“What are you anxious about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing.” You sighed, lowering your pen and facing him. At this point he was now in your room, perched in front of your door.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Seriously, I’m kinda freaking out over nothing right now.”

“C’mon, you’re always telling me I’m valid for having concerns, you are too.”

“No, I mean there is literally no singular thing I’m anxious about right now—it’s just physical anxiety, the general feeling that I’m going crazy, or dying, I don’t know, both I guess. That sounds so dramatic. I really am fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but I am, yeah?” You rambled on and on, and cursed yourself when you noticed your leg had started bouncing again.

“I don’t think you’re okay, do you want me to bring you to Dr. Cho?”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think there’s much she can do. The worst of this should pass in thirty minutes anyway, it’s just my meds.”

“Oh.” 

You could tell Bucky wanted to ask more, but wasn’t sure if it was polite.

“I have ADD. ADHD, whatever you want to call it. So I take medicine so I can focus on certain tasks, like these reports. And it does help me focus, but it’s also a stimulant, so it also gives me a lot of anxiety, which is totally awesome!” You scoffed.

“Why do you keep stopping your leg from bouncing?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to annoy you.”

“If bouncing your leg makes you feel better, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I feel like I’m embarrassing myself,” you whined. 

Beep.

You looked at your watch.

“Oh, look at that, 126!”

“Do you—would…would a hug be something that would help you? Calm you down?” He offered, casually putting his arms out for emphasis.

“Sure, Bucky,” you smiled, and stood up to meet him halfway. You knew it wouldn’t fix it, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Bucky wrapped you in a big embrace, and you were shocked by how warm and teddy-like it was. You gave a small sigh, and rested your face in his neck, knowing you weren’t going to be the first to let go.

He held onto you for longer than you expected, just calmly swaying together in your room. 

To your dismay, he eventually let go of you. You were about to thank him and return to your work, but he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your watch to his sight. 

“107. Good, but I think we can do better than that,” he sweetly smiled, and wrapped you back up into his arms. 

“It might take a while.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“As long as it takes.” He cooed.

A/N: Should be either A) studying for a history exam I have tmw, or B) writing my stupid essay that the rough draft is due tmw, but I wrote this instead bc I’m procrastinating  HELP ME

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮 ~ 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

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the great shirt debate by @rocketrhap3000

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[ace-of-gay]

Extra itty bitty

Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

Dont like it dont read it.

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially after a warning.

No hate will be tolerated, all hate will be deleted or even blocked

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying  until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

[ru-xia]

Bucky: Are you an idiot!? Why the fuck would you go out there!? Do you want to be killed!?

Y/n: So what if I am an idiot!? You do the same thing!

Bucky: It’s different when I get out there!

Y/n: Oh really!? How is it different!?

Bucky: Because you're not allowed to get injured!

Y/n: And you are!?

Bucky: Yes!

Y/n: That's absolutely stupid!

___________________________________________

Sam: So how long does this normally last?

Steve completely done with the bullshit: They'll be back to normal after they've fucked it out of their systems.

[kikixreverie]

Do you think Bucky would like a very soft and lovely dom reader? I would really focus on his pleasure and I'm more into praise than degradation 🥰 I want to give him the best orgasms of his life and hear my man say “fuck, you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard”

Oh 100%, he'd absolutely melt the minute reader starts praising and being all sweet on him. I hope you enjoy this short blurb of sub!bucky filth <3

Word count... 420 ;)

Also this is gn!reader since no pronouns or body desc were used.

"You're doing so good, Bucky, so patient for me." You praised, giving his cock another painfully slow, lazy stroke, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you teased your thumb across the slit, earning a shiver from the man below you.

He lifted his hips to meet your hand as you stroked him again, head thrown back against the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open.

You'd been teasing him all day, using every opportunity you've had to make him feel good, and now you'd been edging him for almost an hour, and he didn't think he could feel so fucking good.

Over and over again you'd dragged him to the edge, pushing closer and closer to ecstasy, either with your hands or your mouth, and each time, he'd gotten more sensitive than he'd ever thought possible, so in-tune to every touch, every brush of your fingers or swipe of your tongue, even just your hand on his thigh was driving him dizzy.

"God, please-" He groaned, his chest heaving, unable to focus on the simple task of forming a sentence, instead every word that came to mind was your name, and how he wanted to chant it like a prayer.

You stroked him again, this time leaning closer kissing the tip of his cock, his breath catching in his throat, biting back a wanton moan when you kitten licked him, "Please what, honey? What does my pretty Buck need?"

"I need you. Fuck, need you so bad, need to be inside you." He breathed, eyes fluttering closed with every stroke.

When you didn't respond, he opened his eyes and met your gaze, blush dusting his cheeks, and he licked his lips as he drank in the sight of you, leant over his weeping cock, a sweet smirk gracing your lips.

He groaned when you released his cock, but quickly felt his heart thump in his chest as he watched you slide your underwear down your legs, before crawling towards him, and straddling his hips.

Metal and flesh hands instantly landed on your skin, his left holding your hip as his right slid to the small of your back, breathless and drunk on your touch.

You leaned down to press your lips to his, kissing him deeply, before sitting up just enough to finally sink down onto his cock, the both of you letting out a deep, satisfied moan.

[stardropsandrain]

Bucky Headcanons

Warnings; mention of scars

Please do enjoy

Bucky would be a shy boyfriend, not very open to pda. But when you two were alone he'd constantly want to be with you. He's still afraid to loose you, especially after Steve

He loves mudane tasks, especially when he can be near you while doing them

Cooking? He's either perched on a bar stool watching, helping you, or standing with his arms around you

Folding laundry? If you're okay with it, you're on his lap. If not? He's right next to you, folding clothes with you

Watching TV? If you're up to it you're curled around each other. He prefers being the big spoon, the subconscious need to protect you taking form in cuddles. But sometimes he needs the comfort of his lover at his back, the safe feeling he has in your arms is like no other

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest, heart beat lulling him to sleep while keeping him grounded, letting him know this is real. You're real

On the flip side he loves to have you on his chest, especially if your curled up. He loves to hold you on his chest, placing chaste, but loving, kisses to your forehead

Speaking of kisses, at first, his favourite kisses are soft, gentle, loving ones along his jaw. Once he gets more acclimated to you, he loves kisses on his shoulder scar. The first time you did it, he jumped, he never liked the ugly, scarred skin. He hated how it looked and didn't want you near something so disgusting. When he pushed you away you looked at him sadly causing him to mumble a soft 'Don't go near that.' You only smiled and kissed his jaw 'it's beautiful Buck, your beautiful.' He melted on the spot. From then on you'd ask before you did it eventually he let you have a kiss pass

Kissing you right next to your mouth. He thinks it's intimate but not too much so. When you get closer he loves kissing any scars you have, where ever they may be. If you happen to have none he loves kissing your shoulder blades, he has no idea why. Maybe it's because it's a place people rarely see. It's a place that's all for him and he loves finally having something that's his and his only

If you stay at home, he hates going on missions and many times has almost asked Sam or Sarah to watch over you in his absence 'Go on sarge, I'll be okay. I'll be here when you get back. I promise' he'll grumble softly but after a while longer of convincing, he caves and says goodbye, kissing the corner of your mouth

When he comes back he immediately has you in his arms. Sometimes you tease him gently but sometimes you don't. It depends on how he is at the time. Some missions are tiring and he wants to come back to his lover. Finding amusement in their teases. Other times he's completely drained and wants silents nights with his lover with soft kisses

If you work for Fury or were a former Avenger. He hates seeing you go on missions without him, and especially if you're completely alone. His biting his nails counting the seconds until you arrive. It's endearing but definitely not good for him. It takes a few missions and reassurances, but soon he comes to accept it as just another, while definitely not minor, inconvenience

Gods forbid it, but if you come home injured he loses it. It's a mix of 'I should've been there I'm so sorry I wasn't there' and 'who was it? I'll find them.' 'Bucky it's just a little scratch' he frowns and kisses your wounds gently if he's able to, or allowed

At the end of either day he just wants to have a mundane night. Cooking, cleaning, watching movies or shows while eating. Then going to bed, cuddled up on your bed (not the floor)

A/N; Part of my many hcs for this amazing man.

Good riddance and stay safe🖤🖤🖤

[actuallybarb]

Glow in the Dark

bucky barnes x gn!reader

a/n: this is just something i wrote really quick cuz i needed a mental hug from one of my faves <3 hopefully someone else finds comfort in it too

warnings: depression, established relationship, suicidal thoughts —nothing explicit is said or talked about, but if you’re worried about it then pls don’t read, take care of yourself first bb

word count: 350-ish

“Wanting to die is really shitty.”

The words came out muffled as you tucked yourself deeper under the covers. Bucky was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom connected to your room, but his super soldier hearing made your voice loud and clear.

He set his toothbrush down and flicked off the light, then gently joined you on the bed.

“Definitely not my favorite pastime.”

You let go of some of the duvet so he could join you in your cocoon. He looked blurry due to your lack of glasses, but there was no mistaking the ice blue eyes looking back at you fondly.

“I swear, you’re like a cat, even your eyes glow in the dark.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said with a smile. He nudged his knee against yours. “How can I help?”

You sighed through your nose. “Just hold me.”

He happily obliged. You leaned into him, and he wrapped both of his arms around you, readjusting so you laid on his chest instead of your side. His heartbeat helped calm your nerves, but a weight still pressed on your lungs — one you knew wasn’t going away any time soon.

A few minutes of silence passed, filled only with the sound of his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, his callouses catching on the cotton t-shirt you wore.

“We’ll go for a walk when we wake up,” he said, breaking the silence. “No alarms, just wake up when we want. We’ll go for a walk to the cafe across the park, get some food in us. Then we’ll come back and watch some Master Chef. Maybe take a nap. Then we’ll invite Sam—“ you squirmed slightly, “—okay, no Sam. But we’ll do dinner, either I cook or we order out, and we’ll watch a movie. Or two. The night might be young, you never know.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Sound good?”

You pressed yourself into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He squeezed you gently, using his arms to help ground you, then his hands kept up their ministrations on your back. “You’re gonna be okay. Promise.”

And maybe your brain didn’t agree. But who were you to argue with him?

[thornsnvultures]

CHANGE with bucky? Maybe reader notices he's favoring one side or limping (ignoring his injuries as usual)

[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc )

♡ sorry this took so long, hope you like it ♡

☆ bucky x gn!reader, light hurt/comfort ☆

~~~

"Sup, jerk."

"Hey, loser."

Bucky ransacks the communal kitchen after passing through the living room. The rustling of plastic bags and the clinking of ice tell you you weren't seeing things when Bucky walked into the Compound living area with an extra lean to his step.

"Bring me a can of soda, please, Buck?"

He sighs knowing he's been caught and the fridge opens and closes one more time before he waddles into view. You pat the pillow leaning up on the arm rest and lift a warning brow.

"Sit."

Bucky rolls his eyes. He may have gotten out of going to medical, waving away his pain from Steve, but he knows better than to fight with you. So he sits and, when you give him a pointed look, puts his feet up, icing his sore knee.

Satisfied with his reclined pose and the cold can you popped open you go back to the game you were playing when Bucky walked in. Watching you play these games always makes Bucky tired. There's so much going on on screen, too busy for his brain to process after a busy mission. He doesn't get why you play to decompress, but that's fine. Everyone has their own way to cope.

You pause the game when Bucky starts to doze off, his head resting on his shoulder, left arm hanging off the side of the couch like dead weight.

Careful of his fluffy sock covered feet -- you had gotten him and Steve matching pairs for the holidays -- you lean over and pull his arm up, draping it over his chest before pulling the blanket hanging off the back of the couch over his sleeping form.

"Night, jerk."

Bucky turns in towards the back of the couch, the ice pack sliding off his knee. You lean over to adjust it and hear him grumble in his sleep, "Love you, loser."

~~~

[the-salem-devil]

BUCKY BARNES X WITCH!READER [HEADCANNONS]  

-Him being confused but supportive.

-He loves to just watch you in your element, whether it be burning a rosemary/sage bundle, doing a jar spell, cooking a magick meal or even just sweeping negative energy out.

-It doesn’t matter if you practise it or not but he will death glare anyone doing closed practises from community's they’re not apart of,

-It turns you the fuck on, we love a respectful man in this household.

-He loves giving you random items he finds that he thinks will help your craft.

-“Baby Doll I found this rock on my walk, do you want it?” “Sam was going to throw out these jars but I thought you’d like them” “I saw a white candle at the store today, here you go my love.”

-He will join you for more mindful practises like meditation, walks in the forest, ETC but tends to observe more often.

-Becoming more aware of the weather and moon events because he wants to be helpful.

-He always puts out jars when it’s raining for you, “Will this help you make your moon water Doll?”

-Him always remembering to get your moon water/crystals in the morning because he wakes up super early.

-He loves all of the things you do but kitchen witchcraft will always be his favourite, he gets to watch you do magick and get tasty food?!

-Eager to learn more about something so special to you, he starts to do more research independently.

-Of course he goes online to look, and at first everything starts alright, 

-He see’s wonderful and accepting guides and informative posts and generally good websites where he gains a better understanding of you.

-But of course, he runs into some interesting things.

-Hate posts, news reports, even cases of crimes against some.

-If you’re loud and proud about your craft in public he will defiantly become way more protective of you, narrowing his eyes threateningly if anyone looks at you funny.

-But at the end of the day, he’s so in awe at your dedication to your beliefs, your resilience to a old fashioned outside world, the powerful message of feminism you express through your craft and you as a person.

-He loves you so damn much that if he has to go to hell to be with you..

-It’s a really small price to pay for you, you are the love of his existence and he feels damn lucky to wake up with you every morning for the rest of his life.

[jamie-leah]

Dance Around

Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Bucky never lets you doubt yourself.

Word Count: 1,018

Warnings: Negative thoughts about body image, Nakedness, Swearing, unedited

A/N: The song I had on loop while writing and inspired this little scene is called "Dance Around" by carobae. I've been wanting to do more plus size fics for a while.

Masterlist of Masterlist

The alarm screams to life in the quiet of the early morning. It demands to be heard and you and Bucky groan at the same time. You turn towards each other in the double bed. Even with blurry eyes and ruffled hair he would always be the most beautiful sight to see in the morning.

He smiles at you like he’s thinking the same. It causes a smile to rupture as you close your eyes for a few extra seconds, “what are you thinking?”

“That you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met”, Bucky lifts a brow, “and that someone should turn off that alarm.”

You groan again as you twist away from the gorgeous man in your bed in order to turn the alarm off. Bucky wastes no time in pulling you to him. Your back to his solid chest and his arm over your hip with his hand resting on your stomach.

He caresses soft circles into the skin there and this time you don’t flinch or shy away. It had taken years to get there. It had taken years to feel so comfortable in your skin, especially around someone so intimately. And even then, you had days that were like you never made any progress.

But Bucky was always patient with you. He had never faltered in his opinion that you were beautiful to him. He tells you every day.

He whispers in your ear, “I’ll put the coffee on and then join you in the shower.”

He places a quick kiss to your neck before rolling out of bed and strolling out the door naked. You follow his lead in getting out of bed naked, but you head for the bathroom to turn the shower on.

You usually like the water to be scalding but Bucky doesn’t so you find the perfect temperature for the both of you.

Bucky’s arms snake around your middle and he pulls you into his chest again, squeezing you into him, “I can’t ever get enough of you.”

You twist easily in his embrace, “likewise, Sergeant.”

Bucky chuckles at the name, “I don’t think we have time for that.”

You smile, “you’re probably right.”

Instead of acting on the dirt thoughts running through your head, you help to wash each other, talking and laughing under the running water until the suds disappear.

Bucky steps out first and grabs a towel. He turns to you stretching the towel from end to end. He wraps you in the towel before he even looks at his, placing feather light kisses along your shoulders and neck.

The small slice of bliss distracts you from the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. Soon enough your eyes open and you’re confronted by your image. Your eyes immediately seeking out the parts you’ve always been insecure about.

Your gaze latches onto the gap in the towel showing a strip of stomach, thigh and calf. Towels have never been able to wrap around your body and it was always something that you hated.

You don’t know how long you stand staring, fighting the negative thoughts that used to plague every waking moment, but Bucky suddenly appears, blocking the mirror with his frame.

He places a finger under your chin until your gaze meets his, “have I told you that you’re beautiful yet today?”

You shake your head, “we’ve only been awake for an hour, Buck.”

Bucky clicks his tongue, “damn, I’m slacking.”

You shove him with a playful smile. He catches your arm and pulls you out the bathroom so fast that you lose the towel completely.

You notice his is nowhere to be seen either as he leads you into the kitchen, “Bucky! The windows!”

He shrugs, “fuck ‘em. Let them see. Just be here in this moment with me.”

He twirls you around, holding onto you until you fall back into him. His hands glide across your skin to the music playing on the radio. They settle on your hips to turn you so that your back is once again against his chest.

Keeping his hands on your hips he helps you to find rhythm, side to side, against him as he brings his face into the crook of your neck.

Sunlight pierces through the glass windows to dance along your skin with you. Bucky’s scent of coffee and sandalwood surrounds you. He hair tickles your shoulders and his hands grips your skin to keep you with him.

All you could ever feel in this moment is love. Love for your body and how it lets you experience all these things with the love of your life.

When the song ends you rotate to face him. Before you can say a word, Bucky kisses you with the passion of the stormy sea meeting the shoreline again and again. His tongue is demanding with yours and he ends it with a nip to your lip.

He pulls back a fraction, “don’t ever forget that I love you with everything I have in me. You are and always will be the most beautiful person inside and out. I have never doubted for a second that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I understand that you have bad days. I know that you live a society that tells you that you cannot be happy in the body that you’re in but believe me, you can. And I’m damn well going to make sure that you are happy because you make me happy just by choosing me every day.”

Your smile is wide and cheesy and it’s your turn to kiss him this time. You jump up and he catches you with ease, something that always surprises you even after all these years.

You capture his lips in a softer kiss, but the tenderness is passionate in its intimacy and familiarity. When the kiss ends Bucky presses his forehead against yours, taking a breath, “forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” You smile and pull Bucky back in the direction of the bedroom, “now let’s go and find some clothes.”

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[lostgirlmuseum]

howdy howdy cadence, I saw you’re taking requests and I wanted to send in some love and ideas 💕💕💕💕

If you feel comfortable, could you write a story about the reader and Bucky navigating intimacy (non sexual or sexual kind, up to you) after his years with hydra? It doesn’t have to be smut, it’s all up to you! I really love how you wrote Give Me a Sign, and I think you’d write that scenario really well.

enjoy your break!!! 💕

AHHH You are so sweet River Ilysmmm💕💕💕💕 I absolutely loved this request, and I hope I did it justice

I Like You (A Lot)

Pairing: Bucky x GN!Reader

Summary: You can't help but notice the way Bucky becomes uncomfortable around you, and you help him find peace in your touch.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: No use of Y/N, reader is briefly described as having hair that is long enough to be tucked, fluff, teeniest bit of angst(?), pls kindly let me know if I'm missing anything

A/N: I hope you like it my loves!

(@saradika for dividers)

“This is me,” you said, stopping in front of your building door. 

“It’s cute.” Bucky nodded, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

You and Bucky had been friends for a couple years now, and worked together at the compound for even longer. But it wasn’t until last week that Bucky finally found the guts to ask you on a first date. He took you to a cute retro styled diner, then to explore some cute bookshops, and ended the night with a walk around town. Not to mention he even brought you flowers when he came to pick you up, and those were currently soaking in a vase in your kitchen.

“I had a really great time tonight.” You smiled.

“Me too.” He avoided your eyes and kept his gaze on the sidewalk. He gently swayed back and forth.

“Really?” 

“Really.” Bucky assured you, giving you a quick shy smile before bringing his gaze back to the ground.

“Good.” 

You were waiting for him to make a move, ask to come in, do something at all, but he just stood there, subtly rocking from foot to foot. After another couple awkward moments of you waiting for him to hug or kiss you, you gave up and filled the silence. 

“Um, did you want to come in? I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want. No pressure.” 

You fidgeted with the gloves on your hands, carefully tugging each finger off before sliding it back on. 

“Okay,” he eventually answered, voice somewhat quiet.

“Yeah?” 

“Sure.” 

You suppressed your giddy smile and led him to your apartment. After toeing off your boots, stuffing your gloves in your coat pockets, and placing your coat on the hanger, you began to walk to the kitchen.

“Take a seat on the couch, I’m going to make some popcorn. You can cue up a movie.” 

“What did you want to watch?” Bucky’s voice flowed through the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room.

“Anything, up to you,” you called, grabbing a popcorn bag from the pantry.

“Sam has been saying I need to watch ‘Inception’, have you heard of it?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his question.

“I’ve seen it, it’s a pretty popular movie. Total mindfuck, but I’d love to see it again. Is that what you want to watch?”

“If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely. Find out where it's streaming and pull it up.”

A couple minutes and a freshly popped bag of popcorn later, you placed the bowl on the coffee table and sat next to Bucky on the couch.

At first you were a couple of inches away from him, but after he pressed play on the movie, you slowly started to migrate closer to him. You started by putting your leg up on the ottoman, and oops! It brushed against his leg! But you started to feel self-conscious when he moved his leg a little to the left to not touch yours. As the couch cushions began to sink slightly at the weight, you found yourself sitting closer to Bucky’s side.

You were debating whether to pull the classic “yawn, stretch your arm, and rest it behind their head” move, but your heart stopped when you noticed Bucky tense beside you. And you knew it wasn’t the movie that was bothering him.

You silently grabbed the TV remote and paused the movie. You sat up a bit straighter, and scooched a bit away from Bucky to give him some distance, as well as face him.

“Bucky?”

He hummed in question, and met your gaze.

 “I’m going to ask you a question, and please be honest with me.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You took a deep breath and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” his answer came quickly, and seemed honest enough, but you were skeptical. 

“Are you sure? Because everytime I get close to you, you get really tense. And it’s completely okay if you want me to give you some space, I just need you to tell me that.”

Bucky sighed.

“It’s not that I don’t like you close to me, it’s just…I don’t know, it’s uncomfortable, but not in the way that it feels bad. It’s just really unfamiliar to me. I don’t have a lot of experience with stuff like this, and my body can’t help but respond to it with fear. I know, I know it’s stupid.” He rested his head back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. 

“It’s not stupid.”

“I feel stupid. I wish I could be the perfect guy for you, I really do. I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” he cringed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I wanted tonight to be perfect, but clearly I’m fucking it all up.”

“Bucky, you haven’t fucked anything up.” You urged him to look at you and reminded yourself not to place a hand on his knee. “I know your past has been cruel to you. I need you to know that you are safe here with me, and I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. I’m in no rush.”

“I want to be close to you. I just don’t know how. But I want to try.”

At those last words, he carefully placed his right hand over yours.

“Oh Bucky,” you giggled, finding his effort endearing. You clasped his right hand with both of yours and soothingly rubbed your thumb over the ridges of his hand. You slowly brought his knuckles to your lips. “Is this too much?”

He swallowed and shook his head ‘no’.

“Can I see your other hand?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’” You asked, and let go of his hand.

“It’s not flesh, remember?”

“Of course I know that, Bucky. It’s still a part of you.”

Hesitantly, he showed you his left hand. You saw the scrunch in his brows as you placed your hand in his, and interlocked your fingers. After giving his metal hand a quick kiss, you unlocked your fingers, and carefully brought his palm to your cheek.

“Is this okay?”

“It doesn’t scare you?” He shook his head in disbelief. 

“No. It’s a piece of you. And I trust you. I always have, I always will. I like you a lot, Bucky Barnes.”

You slowly removed your hand from his, and you smiled at the way he kept his hand cupping your cheek. 

“I like you a lot, too. Have for a while.” He huskily whispered, carefully gliding his hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen behind your ear. 

“Oh yeah? How long?” You asked, leaning further into his palm.

His cold hand left your warm skin and he looked up and smiled as if remembering.

“Remember that mission in Munich two years ago? The one where we found all the stolen weapons and then got gelato after? Since then.”

You beamed. 

“Can I try something?”

He softly nodded and let you guide him to lay down on the couch to where his head was resting in your lap. You warned him that you were going to put your hands in his hair, and he gave a soft hum of understanding. He tensed at first, but quickly relaxed as you drew your fingers through his hair, drawing soothing patterns into his scalp.

“This is okay? Not too much?” 

“S’ good.” He slurred, and allowed himself to close his eyes.

You noticed the crease in his brows had smoothed. 

“I like your touch,” he whispered. “I like you.”

“That’s a relief,” you joked, and continued your motions. 

A lazy smile made its way onto his face as you brought a thumb to the bridge of his nose, and started to stroke the spot between his eyebrows. 

“Please don’t stop.” He hummed.

“For you? Never.”

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[itsprashimusic]

Honey

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x powered!GN!Reader

Summary - Y/N and Bucky have been on the run for months and Y/N is getting tired of it. You just want to be able to live a simple domestic life with the love of your life. 

Warnings - mentions of Hydra and assassination missions, swear words, violence, injuries.

Word Count - 2.2k

masterlist is pinned

A/N - this is my very first fic. Don’t know how well I did but this isn’t my first time writing a story. Currently I have an ongoing original story called ‘love never dies’. I am still deciding if I wanna post that here but for now I’ll master my fic skills, hope you like it.  

ALSO, the reader has powers. The ability to absorb and release any form of energy, do stuff and make stuff with energized molecules and has a strong intuition. Oh and the reader’s powers are closely connected with air. 

It was a rainy day just like the past five. The entire week a storm had been ‘gracing’ the western coast. The storm had made it impossible to go outside, so you both were stuck in the rundown crappy motel down a deserted street. 

Staring out the window you bring your steaming mug of coffee to your lips, relishing the taste of it before gently setting it down on the table next to your chair. A cyclone. That’s what caused the storm. It was supposed to hit the piece of land right above the area where you both were currently located. 

The whole moment was so serene. You sat next to the window watching how raindrops fell on the window and trickled down, wondering which droplet would reach the bottom first, not-so-silently cheering for some. Behind you on the bed lay the love of your life, James Bucky Barnes. Back resting against the headboard with his eyes shut, head against the wall. The flowers that you were staring at a few days back were now in your possession, thanks to him noticing you quietly eyeing the bunch while having an early breakfast. It stood there in the glass looking almost lifeless compared to the money plant right next to it. 

You and Bucky have had similar lives. Both of you being people out of time, him being from the 1940s and you from the 1960s. Both of you were captured by HYDRA and made into assassins. Both having even been sent on a couple of missions together. The Silver Shadow. That was your alias. And true to it, you worked in the shadows, often being paired up with someone. While the other person would do the dirty work, you would stay hidden and clear out any witnesses or help your partner if the assassination would take too long. When you had solo missions, you would get the job done quickly and without a mess. Using the flick of your fingers to create a knife out of energy and kill the person without leaving a trace. Once Bucky had escaped HYDRA’s grasp, you were soon made their most prized possession. 

Ever since escaping the only name on his mind was yours. He and Steve were the ones who found you while you were in the middle of an assassination. It took multiple tries but eventually Bucky made you remember him. Ever since then the two of you were inseparable. 

Back to present times, and you were sitting next to the table taking another sip of coffee from your mug. You let out an audible sigh which caused Bucky to open his eyes and turn his head in your direction. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked you. “Nothing.” you say still staring at the droplet-covered window. Sensing you were not telling the truth, he got up from the bed and walked over to where you were sitting. Taking the mug from your hands he set it back down on the table. Then bending down he lifted you up bridal-style and carried you to the bed, gently laying you down while sitting next to you. 

“It doesn’t sound like nothing's wrong. Now come on, spill,” he said, turning to face you, your eyes not moving from your lap. “Y/N, look at me.” You finally looked into his eyes and saw the worry in it. The once shining electric blue now had a look of concern in it which made it look a lot more dull. 

“ ’M just tired, that’s all,” you replied, a small smile settling itself on your face. He took your hand and started to gently stroke it. “How ’bout we go to sleep? Today has been a long day. Hopefully tomorrow we might be able to find a better place than this shitty motel, don’t you think?” he said with a smile that made you chuckle. God! He surely knew what to say and do to make you laugh. 

“That sounds lovely Buck,” you say. With a satisfied smile he gets up to close the curtains and switch the lights off. 

“Goodnight Buck,” you say while kissing his nose, a gesture that became something special between the two of you. 

“Goodnight honey.”

Great, just fucking great. Barely an hour ago you were sleeping now you were in the streets running with a gun in your hand and another hand tightly gripping your other one. 

It was still before sunrise. It had been a while since the storm had stopped. You don’t clearly  remember how this chase started but because of whatever happened you and Bucky were running down narrow alleyways occasionally shooting at the people following you. 

How they were able to find you, you were unaware. But they managed to track you down and make you get your ass outta that crappy motel before you even had time to brush your teeth. 

“Shit, I’m all outta bullets!” Bucky grunted from behind you. Without hesitation and turning to look you handed him yours. “Oh god! Just take it! You’re a better shot than me anyway,” you say pushing the gun in his hands. 

With a reluctant shrug he took it. “What do we do now?” Bucky asks, leaning against the wall. “In there,” you say while pointing at a building that either wasn’t completed or got destroyed somehow. After carefully making your way inside, you slid down the wall, head in your knees. 

“Do you think they’ll find us here?” he asked without looking at you. With a shuddering sigh you shake your head, “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

Finally noticing how nervous you looked he moved from where he was standing to now kneeling in front of you. “Hey, what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me right?” he said. 

Looking up at him finally made you breakdown in tears. Seeing you cry Bucky pulled you into an embrace. Cradling your head in his chest with one arm around it and the other around your back. 

“I’m just s-so tired,” you say, your voice breaking while doing so. “Hey I know that we were woken up by people hammering on our door early in the morning, but we didn’t really have a choice. It was either stay there and get caught or get up and run,” Bucky says, still holding you close. He didn’t understand what you actually meant. You were not physically tired. You were tired of the idea of constantly having to be on the run. The idea of the Avengers having to do this just because of some stupid rule book. The idea of not getting to live comfortably in a house adorned in Winter Soldier figurines and Silver Shadow knick-knacks with the love of your life. 

“No, you don’t get it. I am not drowsy,” you speak out slowly. “Then what is it, honey? Is there something I can do to help you feel better?” 

“ ’M just tired of constantly having to run, Buck. We can’t walk somewhere without worrying that someone is following us. We can’t talk anywhere without worrying that someone is listening to us. We can’t find a place and sleep at night without worrying that someone is watching us. Why do we have to do this? I just wanna be able to live a life where I get to hold you carefree. Without the worry of someone catching us and putting us behind bars. I wanna have that family that we once had. With Steve, Sam, Wanda, Natasha, Clint and everyone else. I wanna live a simple life with you, and one day have my own family with you. I get dreams of that one day but it gets overshadowed by this nightmare of a reality. I just want to be done with this.”

Bucky was speechless. He had only thought that you weren’t getting enough sleep. He’d beat himself up because of it. You had only joined Team Cap because of him, which eventually caused the both of you to be on the run. It was riskier with the both of you being together, but Bucky didn’t want to leave your side anymore. 

He didn’t know that you wanted a life with him like that. But that only made him fall in love with you more. The both of you were aware of each other's feelings, but you two never really spoke about it. The constant touches, the random hugs, the loving kisses. Sure the team couldn’t figure out if you were just friends or dating, but neither could you and Bucky. It has remained that way for a long time. Bucky and you never spoke about it but constantly craved each other's presence. 

You were getting impatient. You pulled away a bit to properly look at him. You were one of Hydra’s top assassins, as was he, but when it came time for you to try to read his face, you failed. You couldn’t tell how he felt which only made more tears spill out of your eyes. The dim light above you gave out, making the area turn to complete darkness. 

You heard him take a breath to say something. But before he could breathe a word, you heard gunshots and feet running. Instantly you got up, harshly pulling yourself away from him. Only when your warmth was no longer felt by him, did Bucky come to his senses. 

Holding his metal arm by your hand, you pulled him up. “There’s about 3 people heading our way. 2 with guns, one with a knife,” you say, your intuition kicking in. “The one with the knife is more experienced. The other two are new. I’ll take the ones with the guns, you the one with the knife. Got it?” “Got it,” Bucky replied with a thumbs up, slowly coming to the situation at hand. 

Things went sideways after that. Normally Bucky would have been able to very easily handle the guy with a knife. But today he was distracted. Your confession from a few minutes back had caught him off guard, making his mind wonder about many things. ‘When did this feeling start? How did I not notice it? She wants to have a family with me?’ thoughts like these were running through his head causing him to get hit multiple times and injured by the knife. 

You had just taken down the second guy when you had a bad feeling in your gut. You couldn’t tell what was wrong. One thing your intuition was fueled by was adrenaline, a feeling that was now fading. Not knowing what the threat could be, you just followed where you thought you had to go. 

The sight in front of you caught you off guard. Bucky was on the ground covered in blood with the guy armed with a knife standing above him. Just before the guy was able to land another strike, you used your powers to elevate him off the ground and throw him into the side of the building. Before he could react you land another blow of energy in his abdomen. Running you made your way to Bucky. 

“Bucky! Hey, hey, look at me, look at me,” you said while dropping to your knees. You tried asking him what happened but he wasn’t able to respond, just stare at you. 

Channeling your remaining energy, you used it to lift Bucky. But not before making sure the guy with a knife was more than just unconscious. 

You were able to find another abandoned building. This one was more of a building that held apartments, so you were able to quickly find one and get in. Growing tired of carrying Bucky around, you set him down on a chair. Even with the apartment being abandoned you were able to find a first-aid kit. That along with a wet cloth was brought by you to where Bucky was sitting on a chair. 

You start cleaning up the worse-looking cuts on his arm and neck, the ones you knew would take longer to heal. While you were cleaning and patching him up Bucky was just staring at you. Although you knew he wouldn’t give you a proper answer you still tried your luck.

 “What happened? Normally you don’t get injured this bad.” He just continued staring at you. “’M sorry.” He said after a while. You stop bandaging a bad cut on his arm to look at him properly. “What do you mean ‘you’re sorry’?” You ask softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice your discomfort. I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I’m sorry that you can’t live your life without the worry of someone hearing you talk or seeing you somewhere. You deserve so much better.”

It was now your turn to be speechless. You didn’t know what to say so you just cupped his face with your hands and made your foreheads touch. “You don’t have to apologize honey. Whatever mess we’re in, I’m in it because I got in it myself. It’s not your fault we have to run, it’s the government’s fault for looking at us as criminals just because we didn’t sign our personalized scribble on a dead tree with ink from a squid from the Pacific Ocean.” The last part made him chuckle. 

“Hey, I might be tired of the ‘being on the run’ bit, but I’m glad I get to do it with you.” with that you leaned in pressing your lips to his, the taste of coffee from the previous night still present. As you pulled away you could sense more people trying to find you. With a sigh you hold out your hand, “ready to kick some more ass?” taking your hand he replied, 

“Always.”  

[ace-of-gay]

ok so Stucky’s little struggles with sensory issues & recently their hair has been bothering them because the length is causing the hair to touch their neck & shoulders. so Stucky takes them to get their hair cut at a salon. this causes a tantrum because salons can be very overwhelming. Stucky of course isn’t mad at their little because they understand that it is just too much sensory stimulation for their little & it’s hard to process that especially in little space. afterwards, their little feels so much better with their haircut.

I just had to do this over the weekend. I have thick curly hair & especially with what I do, it was beginning to become too much. it was hard to manage, causing sensory issues, & giving me gender dysphoria. I actually cut it myself because I’m a broke college student 😂 it didn’t turn out too bad. it is definitely shorter than I intended but it’s just hair & it’ll grow back so it doesn’t bother me.

anyways I would love to see you write this

💖

Too long

Stucky x little neurodivergent reader

Word count: 1,506 words.

Warnings: Reader is sensory averse, mentions of barbershops, scissors, slight meltdown'ish behavior, sensory issues, hair combing/ brushing meaning physical contact, etc.

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

No gender, weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Gn reader

90% edited to the best of my ability

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

It’d been a year and a half of you letting your hair grow out, the goal was a year potentially two if it wasn’t too bad but your hair grows fast and the weight of it being different now from when you had it cut is definitely a feeling that can make you turn on goals.

You made the goal a week after the haircut having already forgotten the burden of it touching your neck and covering your ears.

Hats were now impossible unless you tied it up but than there’d be an uneven feeling against the top of your head and that was not a desired sensation you’d wish to put yourself through.

There weren’t any safe hairstyles that you were able to comfortably do without them tugging on sections or it feeling uneven no matter the help you got from either of your carers.

Steve at shield for a business related event meant you were left with Bucky for the day, he tried his best to implement brushing your hair as a routine part of your day but the tug and pull hurt so had you’d whimper and writher in your spot if someone was brushing it for you often leading to you getting upset and telling them they’re doing it wrong even though they were just as gentle as you were, you would take over and do your very best but no matter how easy it was to get the brush through your hair it still hurt and the bristles and teeth of brushes and combs hurt so bad and felt like rakes in you scalp, currently you were sitting on the counter top infront of the mirror as Bucky carefully brushed and combed your hair.

Your face turned down in a winced frown, tears threating to spill from your glossy eyes, "bubby please stop, hurts bad, i try now" you whimpered trying your very best to keep from taking your painful frustration out on him, he could hear you slipping, "alrighty little bee, I’m going to make a snack for us, ill be right back, just shout of you need me"

you hated brushing your hair so much that you would help Bucky with his so he wouldn't feel the pain you felt.

It was always such an intimate and gentle thing for him, on stressful days where he felt stuck in a mindset that wasn't comfortable he would ask if you’d like to help him do his hair, often leading to him sitting on the floor in front of you how you do with him, carefully working your way through his hair.

He refrained from telling you that the pain and discomfort was probably just a sensory issue possibly allodynia, he feared if you knew it would make you feel lonely and not understood in the struggle.

Gliding the brush through your hair it would get through but it was a struggle.

Once so far into the struggle and pain it became a ticking time bomb for lashing out, a grumble as you tug one last time with no success, you take the brush from your hair, a broken sob taking it in both hand "j-jus stop hurtin mee please hurts so bad i gon break you, i hate youu!" followed by you throwing the offending brush to the floor, getting down from the counter you open Steve and Bucky’s hair styling kit, taking out the scissors and grabbing a chunk of your hair.

Bucky heard the ruckus and knew what was coming, making his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could while keeping a calm composure, he wished with all his heart that he could help you how you do him.

rounding the corner into the bathroom to see you holding the scissors in one hand and some hair in the other, tears burning trails into your cheeks.

"Hey honey bee, lets not do that, sharp objects are dangerous, can you please hand me the scissors precious? "Your  trembly little hands slowly move to carefully hand Bucky the scissors that he sets aside out of reach, pulling you into a hug.

"I know it hurts baby, do you want to research some sensory friendly hairstyles and talk to Stevie about going to the barber tomorrow?  Does that sound okay?"

Reluctantly nodding into his chest he places a feather light kiss to the top of your head, you definitely weren't paying complete attention because normally you wouldn't even consider the barber shop but he carries on for the time being, picking you up taking you to relax in the living room, no more brushing for today.

Steve waking in you hurriedly set your sippy down to go greet him at the door, bouncing on your toes waiting for him to take off his jacket and set his keys down, with every bounce you could feel the ends hit the sides of your face, neck, and your ears, quickly shaking your head to get the feeling to stop and you halt your excited stim, "dada i get haircut tomorrow please?" Still having convinced yourself that its an at home haircut.

Bucky had already briefed him on the decisions of today and the hope for tomorrow over text, also letting him know that youre not exactlyaware it was for a barbershop haircut but alas it was necessary.

"I don’t see why not little bee, has bubby helped you decide what style you want?" Nodding you take his hand pulling him to the couch to show him the picture Bucky saved.

The next day came quickly with you excited for your sensory freedom from pain and discomfort, it finally dawned on you where youre getting the haircut because of your comfort stuffy being safely tucked away in your bag, your hand in both Bucky’s and Steve’s about to walk out of the house when you stopped, terror in your eyes, they dont let go but instead hold slightly tighter onto your hands for what came next, you dropped all of your weight to the floor, there was no way a stranger in a loud building was getting near you with a pair of scissors.

Managing to tear your hands from theirs you sprint off to your playroom hiding in the back of your closet with your comfort stuffie.

They knew this was coming, its no suprise youre terrified,  you only ever acted out when you were uncomfortable or scared so soothing you was the bis step "Baby i know you dont like salons, i promise daddy wouldn't take you to a bad place, its a sensory safe salon, no music, just us and two workers, does that sound okay?" Bucky soothed through the door It honestly did, it sounded much better than a normal barber shop.

you wearily walk into the hair salon for your appointment and like bucky had stated it was a very sensory safe environment which relieved some of the worry.

Being called over you sit in the chair as Bucky shows the hairdresser your choice Steve hands you your comfort stuffie "youre okay baby, i know its scary but we'll be just over there and we wont let anything bad happen to you" you nod and take a few breaths with him and than heads back over to the wait area.

"Quite the change, you’re gonna look amazing, the stylist cheers"

Going forth and doing your hair as decided the stylist makes sure to be as gentle as possible, knowing that your hair is an issue for you she makes the haircut go as quick and smoothly as possible, last in the process she picks up the comb and in that moment you clench your eyes shut taking deep breaths, holding tightly onto your stuffy, the comb easily glides through your hair a breath of relief. the change brought you much comfort, your hair no longer touching you face, neck or ears, brushing no longer feeling like a metal hose clamp to its tightest position and ripping your hair from your delicate scalp, now it felt like nothing, it was perfect.

The hair stylist unclips the cape cover and lets you head over to you daddies, a big grin upon your face, you shake your head rapidly, it felt like wind in the trees, ease and comfort, Bucky went to pay while you show Steve your new hair, "you look so good little love", bucky joins you both with a smile, "you did so good baby im so proud of you".

Stepping out into the slight breeze it felt so good and freeing.

The next while would feel amazing, being able to go about your days with fewer stressors, Bucky loves seeing you start your days with less discomfort and irritation from your hair being an issue, in all aspects its just hair, it doesn't depict who you are its grows back and it can be once again cut, and when that time comes youre certainnext time wont be so scary now that youve found a safe place.

Thank you so much lovely for requesting such a wonderful idea, i really hope this does your idea justice <3

[ru-xia]

Y/n: Your eyes really are blue, huh? Like really blue...

Bucky: Is that bad...?

Y/n: What? No! No, it's not bad! It's a good thing!

Bucky: Really?

Y/n: Really.

[jeanette-luminia]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

wc: 430

a/n: Translations under the cut. Reader has a sister.

"Tanga ka ba?!" You yelled as Bucky Jolted from the sudden screams. He was in the commons room, and you were in your room, even from that distance he could hear your yell loud and clear, he knew you were angry at someone, by the language you were speaking, he already guessed it’s one of your relatives.

"What if you get hurt, or worse?" your voice went from anger to worrisome, as Bucky rounded the corner, he saw you taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You leaned in as your elbow rested on your thigh with your hand on your chin. When you felt a presence in the room, you quickly glanced at your door then glanced back again to see Bucky leaning against the door frame—with a worried look resting on his face.

“Ayos lang ako ate, buti nakita ako ng kaibigan ko.” 

You sighed, feeling grateful that your sister is okay, “Sige, ako’y bibisita parin sayo ngayon.”

Plopping down the bed on your back, Bucky walked up to you and took a seat beside you. “wag ka na mag lulusot kung saan saan hindi mo alam.” A smile suddenly forms on your face as you hear your sister’s affirmation. Bidding your goodbye, you looked over Bucky with a small grin.

“What?” You chuckled.

“Nothing, what was that about?” He asked, tilting his head a little.

You sighed and sat up and leaned on Bucky whilst he held you close, occasionally brushing the stands on hair in your face. “My sister almost got mugged, but then her friends suddenly saw her, and the man ran away.”

He didn’t say anything and kept patting and playing with your hair, planting a kiss on top of your head, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna visit my sister today, just to see how she’s doing.” You suddenly looked up, staring at Bucky’s blue eyes. “Wanna come with me?”

“You want me to?” He questioned, slowly pulling away as he stared with wide eyes. “Of course, besides, it’s time for you to meet her.” you paused, “That is if you want to.” You smiled before standing up to walk over your closet to pick a simple outfit.

As you were about to get your turtleneck and your wide trousers when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. “I want to.”

“Alright, go get changed.” Grinning widely as he pecked your lips before pulling away, going to his room to get changed.

You have nothing to worry about, after all, your sister would love him.

Translation:

Tanga ka ba?! - Are you an idiot?!

Ayos lang ako ate, buti nakita ako ng kaibigan ko. - I'm fine, It's a good thing my freinds saw me.

Ate - Sister

Sige, ako’y bibisita parin sayo ngayon. - Alright, but I'm still gonna visit you today.

wag ka na mag lulusot kung saan saan hindi mo alam. - don't go anywhere you don't know.

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