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[haleyhunwritess]

hiiii if requests are open can u write one where she has bad period cramps and its seb or bucky taking care of her with like lots of fluff and maybe he teases her for crying at a commercial because shes feeling hormonal cuz of her period but it just ends with a lot of fluff💕

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pairing: bucky x reader

warning: period cramps, FLUFFFF

a/n: i woke up with the worst cramps possible and all i wanted was to cuddle with someone but i'm on campus now trying to get some work done :( i wanna post some more period comfort fics, maybe today or tomorrow! i have an old period comfort fic request from @chrisevansdaughter that i'm working on that i can hopefully post soon 💗

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

This morning you'd woken up to the most painful cramps you've ever experienced. You assumed that they were pre-period cramps, and tried to go back to sleep. However, a few minutes later, you felt Bucky's hand on your shoulder gently shaking you awake. You mumbled five more minutes, before trying to go back to sleep.

"Love, wake up," he whispered, glancing down at the dark stain on the bed, "You're bleeding, doll."

Suddenly awake, you quickly opened your eyes and turned to look down at the crimson stain on the bed. Groaning loudly, you put your head in your hands. You normally got your period on time, though sometimes it could be a day or two late. It was rarely ever early. You weren't supposed to get your period for another 4 days, and yet here it was. You felt embarrassed, but fortunately that feeling didn't last long as your body started to cramp up again. You whimpered loudly, while clutching your stomach and struggling to breathe.

You struggled to sit up, as the cramps were somehow starting to get even worse. Bucky quickly put one arm behind your back, and held your hand in his, to help you sit up. You quietly thanked him before turning your gaze back down to the stain, and cursing silently, "I'm so sorry, bubba, I wasn't supposed to get my period yet. I didn't mean to ruin your sheets."

"Love, I'm not mad at you. You have nothing to be sorry about, it's okay. I'm sorry I had to wake you up but we've gotta get you cleaned up." Bucky kissed your forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.

He came back a few minutes later with some towels, a water bottle, and some ibuprofen. He handed you the ibuprofen first, which you gladly took before washing it down with some water. Then he helped you get up carefully, holding you gently in his arms as he lead you over to the bathroom. He put the towels down on the counter, then walked over to the shower to turn on the hot water.

"Alright, doll. You take as long as you need in there, okay? If you need anything, just shout and I'll come running. I'm just gonna go clean up in the room, okay?" Before you could even protest, he left the bathroom to take the sheets to the laundry.

You stepped out of the shower after a while, already starting to feel a bit better. You noticed Bucky had left a pair of his sweatpants and his favourite hoodie on the counter next to the towels. There was also a bag of supplies on the ground, with different feminine hygiene products, a heating pad, some painkillers you were definitely going to need later, and some other essentials. After drying yourself off with the towel, you got dressed quickly and decided to go check on Bucky.

You found him downstairs in the kitchen, pouring hot water into a cup. Walking over to him, you noticed a familiar sweet smell coming from the kitchen. That's when you noticed a fresh batch of his painfully-delicious pancakes sitting on the counter. You put your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He turned around, and pulled you into his arms gently, being careful not to hug you too tight in case you still have cramps.

You helped him carry the pancakes and the tea over to the living room. You sat down in front of the TV and started flipping through the channels. Bucky picked up your fork, and started feeding you small bites as you settled on what show to watch. Eventually, breakfast was over and you were cuddled up on the couch watching titanic. You've only seen the movie once and you found the ending sad, but you never cry at the ending. Until today. It seemed like your body was determined to make you miserable today as you wiped the tears that were streaming down your face at a fast pace. You hoped Bucky wouldn't notice that you were crying, especially just because of a movie. You glanced over at him and noticed he was straight at you, and trying to stifle a laugh. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. He got up from the couch, still laughing, as you glared him.

"Screw you, Barnes, it's not funny!" You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, but it only made him laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, love, I couldn't help it!" He chuckled as he picked up the pillow and threw it back on the couch next to you. "I didn't think you were one to cry at movies like that. It wasn't like one glistening tear either, doll, you were nearly sobbing. Don't get me wrong though, it was adorable!"

"You jerk!" You picked up the pillow again and threw it at him but it missed him once again. As he bent over to pick the pillow back up, you picked up the remote this time, and launched it at him. Unfortunately, this time it actually hit him.

"Ow, what the-" He got up, rubbing the back of his head, "That actually hurt, doll, what was that?"

"The remote" You mumbled, trying not to laugh.

He glared at you before bending down to pick up the pillow and throw it back at you. Although he didn't mean to, he threw it pretty hard and it hit your stomach, right as the cramps decided to make a comeback. He quickly apologized and walked over to you to make sure you weren't hurt too bad.

"Just go get me the pain-killers, doofus." You mumbled, laying down sideways, clutching your lower abdomen.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen, still rubbing the spot at the back of his head, the one where you threw the remote at.

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, as he continued to rub the back of his head, checking for any blood.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

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[haleyhunwritingss]

Hey love! Long time no talk how are you? I miss you loads ❤️

hi bubba, i miss you so much❤️❤️ i’m doing good how are you feeling now?🥰🥰

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Little Light (Stucky x reader)

Part 4: Retribution

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: While you're left feeling hopelessly confused, it's clear to Steve and Bucky that you have a lot to learn about being their good little girl.

Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, DDLG themes, Female reader, Manipulation, Violence against reader, Being tied up, Hints to sexual themes, This one's dark folks, Mean Steve and Bucky, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

As always, lemme know if I missed any!!

Notes: Thank you to everyone who has supported me since I posted Part 1 many many months ago. I love you all and appreciate your support and kind words more than I can express. I'm super nervous to post this one so i'm really hoping everyone likes it. ^.^

Tagging: @ppatricia34me @canyonmooncreations @haleyhunwritess

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P.S. Please feel free to comment/ask questions as they are a million times appreciated as I ALWAYS love to read you guy's thoughts!

(pictures are not my own)

Warm. 

The cozy temperature surrounding you beckons you to sink further into its comfortable drowsy feeling. It feels nice–good. It’s comfortable as you pull at the blanket wrapped around you to cover the cold tip of your nose. 

When you do though, adjusting as you move, adrenaline rushes through you. 

All sense of tranquility leaps out of your body to be replaced by standing hairs and cold blood as you realize you’re not napping in your bed. 

No–you’re napping on your capture’s lap. 

Hazy memories from just a bit ago replay in your mind. The picture they paint is fogged up by an overcast of intense emotion. 

Worry. Fear. Shock.

The panic you felt is now an almost disembodied ghost, content with hiding in the closet as it knows you can’t handle its presence anymore. 

Not right now. 

It would be too much. Your body and mind having already fought till every single cell within you is doused with exhaustion. 

The wispy wave of relief you felt–feel–now molds into another feeling. It rips the comfort your body so desperately clings to at this moment of peril and unkindly reminds you that you shouldn’t have let your guard down. 

But you did. 

You–as you see it–involuntarily allowed the very person, no, the very people who have snatched you, took you from your, albeit, unexcitingly ordinary–but otherwise stable–life, to soothe the very predicament they have forced you in.

As you recall their hushed voices anchoring you, steady hands smoothing your trembling ones, and sweet comfort that you somehow found in their pacifying of you, the one emotion you painfully feel now is…embarrassment. It aligns with disgrace you feel within yourself for giving into…this. 

You stiffen, body frozen in place as you become acutely aware of your situation again. Both the larger reality of being held hostage, and the other–ever so slightly smaller issue–that currently places your head nestled right in your captor’s lap. Bucky’s lap.

This is what you found so comforting in your sleep state? 

Head wedged exactly between his legs, resting heavily against his lower half. Your hands curled up. You stare at them. They lay right in front of your view. Almost too close to your vision where you watch them resting, palms nestled down between his thighs.

But it’s not just your position. It’s his too. One of his arms is resting against you, draped over your side, his hand sprawled just at your navel, adding to the welcoming warmth you felt upon waking up. The other, languidly stroking your head with his thumb. 

It’s an intimate position–close–in more ways than one. It’s not one you should be in, it’s not one you’re in voluntarily–despite what your last memories torturously remind you.

“You get enough sleep there, princess?” Bucky’s voice calls. You haven’t spoken a word but he must be able to tell you’re awake. Whether it’s from how your muscles have tensed, or the way you’ve been holding your breath since, is unknown to you.

You can’t see him. Your eyes are too intensely focused on how your hands rest with faux intimacy at his thighs and the realization of how long you’ve been in this position makes your lungs feel as if they don’t work anymore.

“You really scared Dada you know,” he moves his hand from your navel to caress your arm as he lends forward a bit to get a better view of your face. Still, frozen in place, you don't meet his gaze. Your self-preservation response only knows how to freeze now as you don’t move, but keep looking forward, completely unsure of how to tackle the situation you’re in. 

Waves of memory come back to you. It’s blurry as you remember how scared you were. You remember how Steve calmed you. How his voice led you to placidity. How could that be? It’s what led you to the position you're in now.

Vulnerable. Again. And yet, you let it happen. 

But you didn’t, no–you couldn’t–you don't remember exactly with anxiety fogging up your memory. 

You knew one thing for sure; you couldn’t give in. 

“Not going to ignore Daddy now, are you?” Bucky questions, taking his hand to your chin and facing it upwards so you’re looking up to him. Somehow, it’s still shocking how large he looks. You feel as though you've somehow been shrunk down a third of your size when looking at him. His hand is mostly just ghosting your face, guiding it up as he looms over you, one cheek smooshed against his navel now as his hand remains on the other.

“Hmm?” he questions, his pointer finger tapping methodically on your cheek, prompting you to answer. “Don’t tell me you forgot your manners already now, doll.”

“I-I wanna go home,” You try to sit up, not exactly sure why you said that, as recent events have told you already it’s not what he wants to hear. But you’re just not sure about anything at the moment. He looks at you with a displeased look, face dropping into an unkind frown.

His hold on you tightens; his forearm presses down on your chest lightly, silently reminding you that trying to move would be a bad idea. You don’t fight it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to succeed in getting up even if your life depended on it.

“You are home.” he declares curtly, before swiftly picking you up, dizzying you as he turns you around. You feel as though you’ve barely blinked before you’re in the new position. Your back is to his stomach as he situates you on his lap. His right arm wraps snugly around your waist, firmly securing you against his body. His left hand reaches in front and clasps around your cheeks, the cool metal instantly raising goosebumps on your once warm face as he slowly tilts your head back and forth for you, forcing you to look around the room. 

“You see all this?” he lilts with a scolding undertone. “This is your home. All of it.” he pauses before–somehow–squeezing you closer to him. He brings his head to the side of your ear. His chest flush against your back, engulfing your body, and encapsulating your very being with how he maintains his grip on your face. His breath dances lightly against your ear as he speaks, adding to the chilling feeling overtaking your insides.

“Now what would you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little baby?” He speaks in a low, hushed tone. Not a sweet one–like the hushed subdued one Steve used on you just hours ago–No, Bucky’s tone is polar to that. It’s mocking, and sardonic as you can almost feel the smirk gracing his face without even looking at him. It’s as if he’s asking the most rhetorical question known to man. “Hmm?” 

You feel your own breathing pick up. It becomes evident with how every millimeter your chest moves, your lungs have to fight against the pressure of Bucky’s heavy arms around you. Your mind is blank as fright starts to fill it instead. How were you supposed to answer that? 

When you take too long to respond, Bucky promptly pinches at your side and simultaneously squeezes your cheeks harder, causing a retaliatory yelp out of you. 

“Ah! I-I don’t know!” you squirm around at the pain that certainly doesn’t help you think. 

He promptly covers your mouth with a shush, his sizable metallic hand swallowing up your face as you squeak dully now into his solid palm. 

“No yelling now, doll.” He turns your face towards him so he can look at you as he speaks. He glances quickly at the closed bedroom door before looking back at you. “Answer Daddy’s question.” He directs, “I know you’re a smart girl.” he grins at you, and though–in most contexts–that would sound like a compliment, his tone is decidedly condescending as he continues. “But I’ll repeat my question, just in case my silly little girl forgot.” he smiles snidely at you for a brief moment before continuing. “What do you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little girl?” He says the question more slowly this time, eerily calm but just as patronizing as he goes.

You stare at him with wide eyes as he carefully removes his hand from your mouth. He doesn’t have to speak the words as his eyes alone tell you not to yell again. His fingers remain on your face, retaking their previous position of gripping your chin as he looks at you expectantly.

“...home…” you breathe meekly, voice almost cracking as you do, hoping that was the right answer. 

“Good girl,” he roughly pats at your cheek with a slightly more authentic smile. “that’s exactly right.” he praises. You then hear some movement coming from the bedroom. Bucky glances that way before speaking to you again with a stern glare in his eye. “Now when Dada comes in here, you won't say any of those silly little thoughts, will you?” he asks presumptuously. You shake your head agreeably, and when Bucky’s head tilts with a clench of his jaw, you answer promptly out loud.

“Yes, Daddy” you quiver. He smiles at you, and as if on cue, Steve emerges from the door. There's a towel around his neck and he ruffles it around his hair before spotting you, his face lighting up when he does.

“Hi there angel,” he beams and leans down to you, instantly taking in the sight in front of him. 

Your adorable frame sitting atop his partner's lap. You looked so perfect right there. As if you were the last puzzle piece missing his entire life, now fitting together so seamlessly that it just looks like a painting. A beautiful one. Steve isn’t sure how they went without you before. Your soft face still holds a frayed look. His poor girl. He was hoping a little bit of rest would ease your frazzled little mind.

“You feeling a bit better after your nap?” Steve asks with a loving tone as he carefully picks you up from Bucky’s lap. He situates you so that you are on his hip, one arm supporting your bottom with legs wrapped around his side as he guides your arms around his neck. You fit so nicely around him like this. He almost wishes he could stop time and freeze this moment forever. Being able to hold you like this, he’s never felt so whole, so complete. You feel tense in his arms, but he knows one day…that won’t be the case. You’ll lean fully in, wholly relying on and giving yourself to them both. He’s eager for every moment leading to it and each subsequent instant after. 

Steve’s cold and wet hair tickles your arms. Being so close, you can’t help but notice the crisp comforting aroma that emits from his warm skin. 

For some reason, you look to Bucky as if he holds the answer to Steve’s question. He just glares at you with a slight scowl that dares you to misbehave before standing up after too long of silence on your part. 

“She’s still feeling a bit confused.” Bucky caresses you, palm enveloping the side of your face. “Huh, doll?” 

“Awh…” Steve joins in on stroking your face by soothing the back of your head. “well that’s okay angel. Babies get confused so easily.” he says with that underlying patronizing but sweet tone he uses. “Why don’t you let Dada check you, huh?” he asks while looking you up and down. You then feel all blood draining from your face as your eyes go wide, having no idea what he means by that. 

You look between him and Bucky frantically as Steve gently grabs one of your hands from behind his neck. You instinctively try pulling away but his grip tightens before you’re able to. 

“Now now, don’t be scared,” Steve assures sweetly, a stark contrast to the death grip on your hand. “Dada just needs to look at those pesky little marks we had to leave on you last night,” he explains while unraveling you from him and setting you back down on the couch where he kneels in front of you. Your body trembles in anticipation–for what exactly, doesn’t matter. 

You can’t control it as he diligently peels your socks off and rolls your leggings up to look underneath. He takes his time tracing the deformed marks with his fingertips, lifting up your ankles as he goes before making his way to your arms. He tugs on them gently in front of you and repeats his previous examination as if he’s mapping out every little laceration. “You don’t want any more of these…do you, babygirl?” Steve lilts, an ever so slightly threatening tone lacing his otherwise calm voice as he presses his fingers down, digging just harshly enough into where a bruise must be forming and causing you to jolt at the pain.

“Ah!-n-no!” you yelp pitifully quick at the discomfort.

“No…what?” Steve prods with false grace before pressing harder into your skin.

“N-no Dada!…ah!...please.” you shakily breathe the last word with a plea, pathetically pulling on your arms that don’t move an inch under his hold.

“Good girl,” he praises with a mischievous smile, and unclenches his painful grip, but doesn’t let go completely, instead, keeping a firm hold on you. 

He steadily lifts your wrists up…to his lips. They ghost your skin as he glints at you with a soft smirk before placing slow…slow kisses along the marked-up lines. 

Warm lips meet the welts that are painted all across and up your arms from where you were bound–corporal reminders of what disobeying meant–he trails each one of them, dragging his lips and dousing each inch of burning skin with tender kisses, his grip remaining its powerful hold so you remain immobile. 

When he makes his way to your upper arm, you physically resist from full-on screaming. A quick glance to Bucky with your sorrowful eyes reveals no mercy from him. He just glares at you, a deadpan look on his face but a teasing smirk in his eyes that dares you to make a noise. 

Steve lifts his head up to face you after planting his last kiss on your upper arm, just a hair's breadth from your face. Your head has already pushed itself back as far as it’ll go as the rest of your body is ensnared by his that hovers atop yours. Thick air surrounds you as your trembles turn to full-on shaking, watching him as his eyes don’t even meet yours. His blown pupils are intensively fixated on your lips now.

They look so soft.

Time itself seems frozen, all except a slow-motion icy droplet that falls from the tips of his hair. It lands atop soft cotton, dampening the fabric on your chest that ripples chills throughout you. He follows it, dark eyes lowering to where sensitive skin is hidden by the dainty onesie Bucky dressed you in earlier. You feel heat taking over the arctic sensation within you as he looks at your body with what you can only prescribe as desire–want.

But to your–very minuscule–relief he looks back up to your eyes, and gives you a quick smile, before leaning back on his knees again in front of you with a satisfied smile adorning his face.

“Might take a while for those to heal up,” he remarks, “but don’t worry, Daddy and I will give them lots of kisses to help them heal.” he smiles at you. 

“What do you say, doll?” Bucky speaks up, crossing his arms. 

A confused and worried look that causes your eyebrows to furrow comes over your face, unsure of what he wants when you’ve barely gotten your heart to stop pounding from the previous predicament.

Bucky decides–for now–he’ll key you in. Mostly because he doesn’t like seeing his Stevie all upset when you don’t do as you were told. 

He mouths a “thank you” with a cock of his head motioning towards Steve below him. 

“Th-thank you…D-dada” you squeak, voice uncontrollably shaky. 

“Oh, such a good girl. My good little girl,” Steve beams at you before standing up. “Oh…poor thing,” he remarks while looking down at your trembling form. “You must be freezing,” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Dada will go get you a sweater. Stay right here,” he instructs before trailing off. 

When he comes back, there's more than just an extra garment in his hand. 

“Now later you can play upstairs all you want, but right now,” he speaks while setting down a few colorful-looking books and a box of crayons on the coffee table. “Daddy and I need to watch you and make sure you stay safe,” He then motions for you to move your arms up so he can put the sweatshirt he brought for you on. He carefully moves your arms and head through the holes and then leads you to the coffee table. “You can color as long as you like, angel, just make sure to tell us if you need anything, like water…or juice, okay?”

You nod your head complacently at him while he holds your hand looking down at you.

“Okay-I mean-I-yes…Dada” you fumble before kneeling down on the carpet yourself in front of the variety of coloring books. 

You don’t want to color. But–genuinely–what choice do you have? You could protest, but it wouldn’t lead anywhere beneficial. 

You scan the playful books in front of you, trying to find some solace in the fact that maybe focusing on this would at least mean less nerve-wracking interactions with…them. 

It shouldn't matter–which picture you settle on–with your brain still rattled from before, only you can’t help but feel choosy about the drawing you pick. You flip through the books, dog-earing the ones that pique your interest before settling on a foresty scene that depicts two large sleeping wolves and a little rabbit nestled right in the middle. 

For some perplexing reason, the crayon box decides it doesn’t want to be opened by your frail fingers. Steve quickly notices your frustrated struggle with it and instructs you to hand it to him so he can open it for you. You groan at the box and mutter something about how you ‘got it.’ 

You don’t see his eye squint and eyebrow raise as he watches you fumble with it for a moment longer, but you do feel him taking the box from your hands. 

“I don’t want you hurting those precious little fingers of yours now,” He smoothly opens the box and hands it back to you with a pet to your head. 

At some point, Bucky notices your tired posture and offers you a pillow to sit on before moving the coffee table closer to the couch so you can rest your back on the cushiony sofa. He moves it effortlessly as if the table wouldn’t break your back if you tried to move it. 

You mumble an assenting “thank you daddy” to which Bucky responds. “You’re welcome, sweet girl” with a wink and you withhold from sticking your tongue out at him.

Either one or both of them remain in the room with you for the rest of the evening, checking on you every so often. You attempt to keep your attention on remaining within the lines when you color, but you can’t help the way your unnerved hands still shake, causing you–to your annoyance–to occasionally strike outside the lines. 

By the time the sun has long set, and the only thing illuminating the paper in front of you is warm artificial light, you find yourself yawning with your head sideways on the table as you color. Whiffs of savory smells dance through your nose as Bucky has been in the kitchen for the last little bit preparing dinner.

“Getting sleepy babygirl?” Steve asks, peering down at you and your drawings. You shrug your shoulders, unsure of which answer would allow you the most leniency. 

“Oh, that one is just perfect,” he remarks while bending over and picking up the forest scene you colored first. It was hidden amongst other drawings that you had shuffled to the side. He holds it up and takes a good look at it. “You did such a good job,” he compliments. “I think this one deserves a place on the fridge” he boasts.

You turn your head back and watch in curiosity as he really does make his way to the kitchen and secures it with a little magnet. He stands back and smiles in satisfaction while you go back to coloring, feigning that you never even noticed the proud expression radiating off his body, and positively pretending that your insides didn’t go soft for a brief moment watching him. 

Steve and Bucky chatter while setting the table. You try to tunnel in on their voices but you can’t exactly make out what they’re saying as they speak quite lowly to each other. 

Steve makes his way to you and takes your hand to guide you to the table. He sets you in the seat furthest away from the door as they both sit rather closely to you–practically trapping you in. You poke at your otherwise appetizing plate as you have little desire to eat with your stomach still turned in tangled knots. 

They both encourage you to eat throughout, but you only manage to get a few bites down. Neither of them look particularly happy with you and your full plate. Nevertheless, they stop pushing after a bit and share a knowing look that you can’t make out the meaning of. 

You huff a quiet sigh of relief when they take your plate and start cleaning the kitchen, silently feeling as though you won this trivial round of control.

Bucky catches you from the corner of his eye as you take it upon yourself to get out of your chair. He tenses, preparing to snatch you before you can move until he realizes you’re only going to the living room, opposite of where the front door is. He decides to just watch you for a few moments as you go back to coloring with criss-crossed legs.   

Innocent little thing. His naive little doll shading away, having not a clue in your pretty little head of how erroneous it was to make your own decisions like that. It really was much too soon for you to truly understand what consequences will come when trying to think for yourself. He can’t exactly blame you though. His poor little baby had to do it for so long before they found you. It’s probably why you’re benignly coloring away with not an idea in your head of what’s really in store for your life here. Such a sweet, sweet little girl they had. All to themselves. Forever now.

He observes how you ferociously analyze and juxtapose the colors before you, even testing them on other miscellaneous paper before choosing the right one for the job. 

He already knows you better than you can even comprehend. He knows you’ve likely already thought you’ve gotten away with it.

“What do you think you’re doing little girl?” Bucky’s scolding voice startles you, causing you to jump a little in your spot. After just a second, he roughly yanks you up by your arm, spinning you around to face him as he holds you. “Did Daddy tell you you could leave the table? Hmm? Did Dada?” he fumes, the sudden escalation in action and tone making you want to just cry. 

“I-I-” you fumble, squirming uncomfortably below him. “I thought-”

“Oh I don’t think you were thinking anything in that silly little head of yours,” he chastises while pinching one of your cheeks harshly with his free hand. “And did you really think you could get away with not eating?”

“Ah!-” you fight, struggling against him, confused and disoriented on why he’s suddenly being so harsh when you thought you were off the hook. 

“Hey-hey, it’s okay,” you hear Steve speaking up behind him. “Let me talk to her Buck,” he says, allowing Bucky to let go of your arm and cheek. You tearfully rub at your hurt cheek while Steve kneels down to your level. “Sweet girl…remember yesterday when daddy gave you apple juice?” he asks, circling his hand behind your ear and gently cupping the cheek that Bucky previously inflicted harshly. You nod smally, glancing away around the room as you recall the unfond memory of being bottle-fed against your will. “Good, then you should know that little girls need their nutrients. And that means no skipping dinner,” he explains with a kind voice that makes you feel as if he's quite literally talking to a child.

“I-okay…Dada” you add, grateful for Steve at least being gracious enough as to not yell at and pinch you like Bucky just was. 

“Good girl,” he smiles at you before telling you to sit tight on the couch while he goes to get your dinner. You sit there, a bit perplexed on how he planned on giving you a meal when you’re pretty sure you saw Bucky scrape the remnants of your food into the trashcan. 

Steve returns with no plate in hand and sits a bit away from you, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion until you see it. 

You watch in horror as he reveals a milky white bottle that he shakes in his hand while speaking to you.

“Come here,” he beckons, patting his spacious thigh. You grimace at the granule liquid that swirls around in the bottle, not unlike the one Bucky used on you yesterday. If you didn't know better–which you don’t–you’d say it quite literally looks like baby formula.

“Uhm…I just…” you trail off, trying to come up with a reason, any reason not to be literally bottle-fed like you were yesterday. “I’m-I’m really not hungry-my-my stomach hurts,” you reason clumsily, but truthfully as well since the only thing filling your stomach right now is queasiness. Most of it coming from your situation, but the grainy texture swirling around in the bottle certainly doesn’t help your appetite either. “And-and I can just eat the other stuff,” you add frantically while looking back to the kitchen and wringing your hands.

“Now this is going to help my sweet girl feel a lot better and sleep real tight,” Steve remarks, completely ignoring your words and requests. 

“I-I said I'm not hungry.” you say a bit louder, but with a mild tone as to not sound too combative. 

“And I said this will help you sleep,” he asserts while dabbing the tip of the bottle on his wrist. “Now come sit on Dada’s lap,” he demands while patting his thigh again. You shake your head while subtly scooting away from him. 

“Mmm-mmm” you hum a no while sliding back even further. “Please, I don’t wan-”

“Did Dada ask what you wanted?” he cuts you off with a cock to his head at you. “No,” he shakes his head, answering his own question patronizingly. “I didn’t. You don’t get to decide what’s good for you. Only Daddy and I know that. Now I won’t ask again. Come here. Now.” he insists sternly. You debate quickly in your head, weighing out your limited options. When you still sit there not moving an inch, Steve sighs and reaches for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

“No!” you say in response to the action. He’s not necessarily yanking or being particularly rough, but without thinking, you push back at him, your free hand overshooting and accidentally hitting his shoulder. Of course, it’s like you’ve hit a brick wall, the small action hurting your wrist much more than it likely hurt him at all. But something about it felt…cathartic. And something inside you just…snaps. 

You had played nice all day, letting them hold you, touch you, kiss you. Hell–you even sat on the floor for hours and colored while wearing a onesie. And now he wanted to bottle feed you actual formula. You had to draw the line. 

You couldn’t give in. The silent promise you made to yourself earlier rings in your head. You weren’t going to drink this stupid bottle.

Steve still has you in his grasp and is pulling you closer to him so that you can be in his lap. Only, you take this opportunity to fight. Hard. 

With all the strength you have, you wrench yourself back. Steve quickly encapsulates both your hands, making you feel as though you’ll sooner break your own wrists before you ever successfully free yourself from his grip. You take it upon yourself to switch strategies, maneuvering yourself into a position where you just start kicking at him feverishly. It felt childish. It looked childish. But you didn’t care right now. You weren’t going to play along any longer. 

You realize halfway through your nonsensical thrashing fit that Steve is likely just letting you play this out before he decides he’s had enough. He decisively stands up, dragging your combative form with him as he roughly swings you up to throw you over his shoulder. You still fight him, your flailing is joined with nonsensical shrieks as you lash out on him physically and verbally. Steve holds you down atop him firmly while hauling you upstairs. Before you realize it, you’re roughly tossed down into a mattress. The otherwise compliant spread hurts you on impact from the height you fall from. Your swirling vision from being upside down and lack of oxygen in your lungs from screaming leaves you disoriented until your dazed eyes focus on structured parallel bars. 

Steve’s thrown you into the very crib he showed you just hours ago. 

“That’s just for when you’re feeling extra little,”

You instantly try to stand up only for Steve to effortlessly push you back down, sending you to roughly bounce on your bottom. You clumsily try to regain your balance and breath while Steve reaches for something besides the crib. Before you know it, Steve’s grabbed both your hands and starts heatedly tying them together. Tightly. He ensnares your fingers together and weaves the rope around every inch of your digits up to the middle of your forearm, completely restraining the hands that fought him. 

You try getting up again only to find it’s surprisingly hard to move with your hands bound in front of you. 

He mutters to you something about ‘not moving’ while making his way to the end of the crib. He abrasively yanks both of your legs down to the edge of the caged mattress and begins tying those together too. You flail hopelessly, hurling unkind words at him while he secures your ankles to the bars, completely immobilizing the legs that were just unabashedly kicking at him.

When you finally catch a glimpse of Steve’s face, his expression is unforgiving. Furrowed eyebrows highlight his intense dark focus as veined arms secure you to the crib.

Steve straightens himself up and towers over you from beside the crib. He just watches you until you decide to give up on fighting, realizing you can’t free yourself from your binds. Your anger slowly turns to just pure sorrow, as you find yourself crying hot tears into your already burning face. You murmur pointless cries asking over and over again to just be let go…

“Angel…” Steve says softly, his features appearing less angered now, but still unhappy nonetheless. “I’m going to give you one more chance,” he kneels down, leveling himself with you from outside your confines. He reaches through the bars and caresses your rope-covered hands. “If you do what Dada says, then I might go easy on your punishment,” he slides his hands up, open-palmed, slowly inching his way to your face. He lingers on your throat for a moment too long before laying his hand across your cheek. “But that’s only if you stop being a bad girl…is that what you want?” he asks patronizingly, with a cock to his head, faux sympathy lining his tone. “You want Dada to treat you like a bad girl?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, heavy tears pitifully falling as Steve watches you. He doesn’t catch them as he awaits your answer that doesn’t come. 

He then tries to give you the bottle from before again but you only resist. Shaking your head and crying profusely while mumbling sorrowful nonsense.

Steve sighs, and hangs his head. He doesn’t enjoy seeing you like this. He wants to hear you laugh. The same laugh he heard over anything else the first night he found you. He wants to see you smile. The same way you beamed at him that night he helped you find your way back. He wants to draw you close when you fall asleep next to him. The same way he’s watched you fall asleep all by yourself for months. He wants to replace the teeny little thumb you always stick in your mouth when you think no one is watching with his. He knows you want this. He knows you need this. 

But it’s obvious his poor girl just doesn’t understand that yet. 

Steve knows babies have a hard time listening when throwing tantrums anyway...  

For now, if you won’t listen, he’ll just have to show you. 

“My sweet girl…” Steve grabs your face, turning it towards him. “You just won’t learn unless Dada shows you, huh?” he releases your face dismissively and stands up. 

“If you want to act out…” he speaks while reaching across the crib above you, 

“and think you’re a big girl…” he lifts something weighty that’s attached to the top of the crib, 

“that’s fine,” parallel bars intrude your vision of Steve from above you, 

“But this is what happens when you act like a bad girl.” Steve’s voice turns more ireful with every word he speaks, as he works his way around the crib, latching multiple locks together that you hadn't noticed before with increasingly aggressive force. 

“You get treated like one. Bad girls get left all alone by themselves without Dada. If you really want Dada to let you go. Fine. You’ll stay right here until you understand what it means to listen.” he slams the last latch shut.

You barely have time to process his words while your wobbly vision interprets what’s happening above you. By the time you comprehend that there’s a top to this ‘crib’ that Steve has locked you in, he’s already left the room, truly isolating you.

Anguished sobs that were falling on deaf ears during Steve’s spiel to you now meet the equally deaf silence of the room itself. 

The only sound that accompanies you now is your own cries, echoing back pitifully to you from the horizontal bars above…

[chrisevansdaughter]

Scott and Chris always scare each other… what about Chris accidentally scares his little toddler reader who just got up from a nap?

Maybe only Scott can calm her down after this🥺 ???

Scare games gone wrong

Paring: Brother Chris & Scott x toddler! Reader

Summary; in the height of the lockdowns for the pandemic we all remember the scare games. Let’s just see one of those times it goes wrong.

Of course the whole point of war for the other not to know when it was going to happen but add their baby sister into the mix one afternoon.

All hell breaks loose.

Scott had put y/n down for a nap and was just chilling in the kitchen. Chris no where to be seen. He knew that probably meant a scare was being schemed, but Chris wouldn’t do that whilst she was napping right? He thought.

Time went by, he was just catching up on work, reading new scripts and replying to emails whilst listening out for if y/n woke up.

Most of the time she’d just climb out of bed because she had toddler bed with a rail just for her comfort and the brothers piece of mind.

Chris went to go scare Scott running round the corner into the kitchen, he soon found out he didn’t run into to him or dodger it was a sleepy y/n with her messy bed head, dummy hanging off her sleep suit and blankie tailing behind.

“Rawr!!! Scott I got you!!!” Chris screamed.

Tears lines her eyes, conflicted at why chrissy just did that, loud cries engulfed the entire room, echoing into the living room where Scott was currently going through emails on the couch.

“Chris what the hell is going on!” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, y/n running to him away from Chris. “Come here bubbas, you’re okay, it’s okay.” He tries to console a sleepy little y/n who’s basically having a meltdown.

Chris was sheepishly stood by the fridge, trying to make y/n a bottle as a little “I’m sorry”

It took a while for Scott to calm her down, before she would even let Chris anywhere near her or even let him try and get a word in without crying again.

“Bubs, come here sweet girl I’ve got something for you” He says as he shakes the bottle up for it to be ready to present to his little love.

“Mhmh Crissy” she mumbles from behind her dummie snuggling more into Scott before fully giving Chris another chance.

“I’m sorry sunshine, Chrissy is sorry baby” he sits in her room on the nursing seat that his sister insisted upon for her room at his house.

He rocks her as he tells her how much he loves her and how sorry he is, looking down at a sleepy milk drunk bubba lull herself back into her sleepy slumber he interrupted.

He knows next time, scare games can go wrong.

And let’s just say Scott wasn’t happy with him for the rest of the day…

Thank you guys so much for being patient and understanding with my massive absence on here. I just appreciate you all so much and that you guys still want me to write your requests.

I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope you guys could show it love and reblog it 🫶🏻

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[midtwentiescrisis]

Daddy!Bucky & Daddy!Stucky Fic Recs

To all the writers mentioned, if you would like your work removed at any time, please let me know!

updated july 2023

BUCKY RECS:

@purple-babygirl | masterlist

@buckysugar | masterlist

@buckys-little-belle | oneshots // series

@marvelfanfics1 | masterlist

@mianorth | masterlist

STUCKY RECS:

@babyhatesreality | masterlist

@marvelfanfics1 | masterlist

@haleyhunwritess | masterlist

@romanestuffsposts | masterlist // mafia!stucky masterlist

@timidpumpkin | masterlist

@little-lustre | masterlist

@angelbaby-fics | masterlist

If you read any of these recs, please make sure to show the writers some love and appreciation with likes and reblogs!

HAPPY READING :)

[sapphyslittlenook]

Just saying...

GO READ. @babyjakesupdates fics. @babyhatesreality fics. @timidpumpkin fics. @haleyhunwritess fics. @evansbby fics. @onsunnysidelibrary fics. @winterarmyy

[angelbaby-fics]

Do you have any stucky recommendations? I feel like I’ve read almost all of them and I can’t find any new ones. -💕

omg i totally know how you feel 😭 i feel like i've read & reread everything a thousand time because i love them all so much

these are just some off the top of my head that i've read recently and/or always find myself coming back to (just a heads up that some of these blogs might contain n$fw content but none of these fics do!)

Rough Morning & Night Night Little Angel - @haleyhunwritess

Say Hello - @buvebabe

Dada And Only Dada - @mianorth

Marshmallow - @little-lustre

Welcome To The Salon - @impactmintsfresh

Owie - @thewritingbabe

The Barbecue - @marvelfanfics1

(and if anybody reading has any recommendations feel free to reblog with them!!)

[strawberrypuppyy]

WARNING!!!

there’s a user by the name of “haleyhunwritess” who has been cross tagging their k1nk content with the agere tag

[haleyhunwritess]

hi my baby <3 can you write something with bucky that’s like “we’re mad at each other but still care” or they have an argument and reader feels bad and tries to make it up to him, or something like that your writing is just so so so beautiful 💝

𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

pairing: bucky x reader

warning: angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of roofie

a/n: hi my love, thank you so much for sending this in and thank you so much for your sweet kind words, i hope you enjoy this <33 i was in dire need of some fluff and angst today hahah 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You rarely ever argued with Bucky, and if you ever did, he was too soft on you to say much. He would let you win every time, just wanting to see your beautiful smile again. He hated seeing you upset, and he couldn't stand it when you cried. Maybe that's why he's always been protective of you. However, after what happened last month, he had been a bit overprotective.

Somebody had spiked your drink at the club when you went there for a friend's birthday. Bucky was so scared when your friends called him to tell him what happened. They took you to the hospital because they didn't know what else to do. Thankfully, you were alright and nothing too bad happened, however, they never found the person who did that to you.

Ever since then, Bucky was extremely protective over you. Though at first you thought it was very sweet, I mean who wouldn't want their boyfriend to be protective over them and want to look after them. However, it was his overprotective tendencies that were starting to get to you. Bucky insisted on tagging along with you each time you wanted to go out with your friends for a girls night. You told him that it was supposed to be a girls night, and that it would be awkward with him there. He would quietly nod and eventually stop pestering you about it, but then you caught him sitting by the bar one time and found out that he would follow you guys there when you wouldn't let him come.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew how scared he was for you but you didn't appreciate being followed by him, and neither did your friends. You decided you would only go out with them for girls night when you knew Bucky would be too distracted with something else to keep an eye on you.

You called Steve this morning and asked him to pick up Bucky for a boys night out tonight, and he reluctantly agreed. Bucky was a bit suspicious when Steve and Sam showed up at your doorstep but you encouraged him to go. You lied and said you had a lot of work to catch up on and he would just get bored sitting at home with you.

Once he was out the door, Natasha came over and you both started to get ready together. An hour later, you were at one of your favourite clubs with Natasha, Wanda, and a few of your other friends. A couple drinks later, you decided the group needed some shots and you generously got up to get them from the bar. You called out for the bartender, who was too busy helping somebody else at the moment.

You turned around, leaning against the bar as you waited, looking out at the dance floor. You tried to look around for your friends, but instead you saw Bucky talking to Sam and Steve in one of the booths. You squinted your eyes to make sure it was really them, and that's when Bucky looked over at you at the same time. You quickly turned back around to face the bar but it took him less than a minute to walk over to you angrily through the crowd.

"What the fuck? You lied to me!" Bucky hissed, grabbing your arm to make you turn back around to look at him.

You groaned in response, sick of being treated like someone who couldn't take care of themselves. You couldn't take it anymore. You decided to ignore him and turned back around, finally getting the bartender's attention. You ordered four shots of vodka, while trying to ignore Bucky's presence.

"Actually, she'll just have water." Bucky hissed at the bartender, who looked back at you to make sure you weren't too intoxicated.

You rolled your eyes and asked him for the shots again, while reaching for your wallet from your purse. Bucky sighed as the bartender handed you the four shots, and took out his wallet to pay for them instead.

"Thank you for the drinks, Buck. Have a good night." You muttered putting your wallet back in your purse before bringing the shots back to your table. You carried two shots in each hand, and slammed them all down at the table.

You noticed it was only Natasha at the table right now, and the others were off dancing. You handed her one of the shots, which she downed easily. You took one shot, and nearly cringed before picking up the other two shot glasses.

Natasha watched in amusement as you took the other two shots down a row. Normally, she would try to stop you and convince you to ease up on the drinks. However, after the night you've had, she knew you needed this. She had watched Bucky approach you at the bar, and she knew it wasn't good.

"What did he say?" She smirked, as you slumped down in your seat.

"Nothing important." You rolled your eyes, and looked back over at the bar. Bucky was still standing there, looking back at you. His face was no longer filled with anger though. He looked sad, and a bit embarrassed, which made you feel even worse, "Ugh Nat, I think I was too mean to him. Fuck, look at him, it's like kicking a lost puppy. Let's just go home please."

You felt bad for the way you handled the situation but there was no way you were about to go apologize to him. You needed to have a talk with him, but definitely not while you were this drunk. It needed to happen when you were both sober and thinking straight. Natasha picked up her phone and texted Wanda that you two were heading out before calling an Uber for both of you. You took one last look at Bucky, watching him walk back over to Steve and Sam, before you headed out of the club with Natasha.

Once you were home, Natasha helped you inside and got you to drink some water before she got an Uber home for herself. You were still feeling drunk but also hungry at the same time. You walked over to the kitchen to look for a midnight snack, and opened the refrigerator door. You looked inside and noticed there was a tray of brownies sitting there with a little note on the side.

You took the brownies out and put them down on the counter before picking up the note to read it.

I made these so you wouldn't try to burn my kitchen down while trying to make yourself a snack :)

Don't work too hard, genius, I love you - Bucky <3

For some reason, you couldn't help but start crying at the note. You looked over at the brownies and started crying even harder. It was such a simple gesture but it let you know that everything was going to be okay. He wasn't trying to be controlling these past few months, he was only doing those things because he was worried about you. Instead of trying to talk to him, you spent all day trying to get rid of him. You nearly fell to the floor, covering your face with shaking hands as you sobbed loudly.

You knew his approach may have been wrong but if you had just tried talking to him instead of shutting him out or getting angry and arguing with him, then maybe things wouldn't be so bad right now. Maybe you could even tell him how scared you were this past month. How terrified you were when you woke up in the hospital that night and found out what happened to you. Maybe you could tell him you were only pretending to be brave for him, when really you were absolutely terrified.

In the middle of your breakdown, you didn't hear the front door open. Bucky walked in with Steve and Sam following behind him, trying to apologize for lying to him. However, when they heard you crying they all rushed over to the kitchen. Bucky ran in first and quickly picked you up off the floor, shushing your cries and gently stroking your back.

"It's okay, it's alright, I'm here," Bucky mumbled over and over again, "You're okay, it's okay."

Though Bucky was merely trying to comfort you, you started to cry harder at his soothing words. It had been a rough month, and you didn't want to push him away anymore. You just wanted to be in his arms.

Steve looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if you were crying because you had gotten hurt in some way, while Sam reached grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Bucky, who tried to get you to drink from it. You just shook your head and held him even tighter. Bucky looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

When you looked up at him again though, Bucky just knew. He didn't know how but he knew you just needed him in that moment. Bucky quietly told Steve and Sam that they could leave before he carefully brought you over to the living room. Laying down with you on the couch, with you still in his arms, he muttered sweet nothings in your ear and watched over you as you eventually fell asleep.

Bucky knew you needed to talk about this, and soon you would but not tonight. Tonight was about you, and all he wanted to do was just hold you in his arms, and comfort you.

Everything was going to be okay, and he would make sure of it.

taglist/moots: @starobi @chrisevansdaughter @cherryflavoredchapsticck @livvinitt @marvel1984 @babyhoneyriv @babyhatesreality @timidpumpkin @matchat3a @pono-pura-vida @sonalokibarnes @alex-ackerman-11 @ailathealternate @buckysugar

[haleyhunwritingss]

anyone know how to make cramps go away quickly🥺🫶🏼 i hate this time of the month

[haleyhunwritess]

hi!!! i stumbled upon your broken promises series and love it a lot❣️ i realized that although it's ddlg stucky daddies don't rly seem to engage with baby sexually? it's just a lot of spanking when she misbehaves! so i'm curious do you plan on writing smut for them?? a little sleepy cuddles?? teaching baby to pleasure her princess parts??? i think it would be sooo😳😩🥵

blurb for broken promises: be a good girl for us

warnings: dark!daddy!stucky x reader, smut, ddlg themes

a/n: oh definitely. i haven't written smut for it yet but i definitely want to. i think in terms of engaging with hersexually they took their time and sort of did things at her pace. i did write a blurb a while ago but i didn't get a chance to post it but here it is!

She had fallen asleep after a rather brutal punishment from Steve for being bratty all afternoon and saying 'no' to everything he asked her to do. He tried to be patient with her but he just couldn't take it anymore after she 'accidentally' knocked over the milk after he asked her to go stand in the corner for timeout. He dragged her back to their room and she knew she was in trouble. At first she thought he was just going to spank her or humiliate her by dressing her up in an outfit that played into his fantasy. The last time she misbehaved like this, he told her if she wanted to act like a bratty little baby, then she should dress like one too. He made her walk around in an embarrassing set of light pink panties that had little satin ties on the sides. He didn't let her wear anything but the panties the entire day, forcing her into his arms whenever she felt cold.

However this time, he decided he wanted to try something else. He threw her on the bed, before getting up to lock the door. She gulped as she noticed the punishment box in his hands. Knowing that Bucky wasn't home, she felt even more terrified that nobody could save her from this punishment.

He put the box down on the bedside table before pulling her to the edge of the bed. He carelessly tore off her panties and threw them on the ground before climbing on top of her. She closed her eyes, too afraid to open them. However, she quickly opened them up as she felt his fingers starting to trace her inner thighs. She looked at him with a confused expression on her face, wondering why he was trying to make her feel good when he brought her there for a punishment. He slowly started to move up, gently circling his thumb over clit. She bit her lip and tried her best to be quiet as he started rubbing her faster, however, she couldn't help but moan his name as he spread her legs further apart. However, just as another moan escaped her lips, he took his fingers away making her whimper and beg him to continue. Ignoring her protests, he grabbed her wrists, holding them down above her head, and took out the wand from the box. She'd seen it before but she'd never gotten a chance to try it. He carefully turned it on and placed it between her legs, turning up the setting every now and then. The minute he could feel her getting closer, he would quickly turn down the setting to the lowest, making her whimper and beg. Tears were streaming down her face as he turned off the wand and replaced it with his fingers again. She begged him to let her finish but he just chuckled and said, "Only good girls get to cum."

Eventually, he stopped torturing her and got up to put the box away and wash his hands. He left her crying on the bed for him, till she eventually cried herself to sleep. However, she woke up when she felt the wand pressed up against her once again. She opened her eyes to see Bucky standing over, gently pressing the wand against her.

"It's my turn now, pretty girl. Maybe if you're good for Dada, I'll let you cum in a bit."

[haleyhunwritess]

hiiiii!!!!!! i am recovering from anorexia where i had to get hospitialized cuz i wouldnt eat i was wondering if you would be able to write something for me i love your writing so so much i hope you have a amazing day tommorrow or to night or when ever you read this

LOVE YOU SO MUCH=(^.^)=

You're Enough.

a/n: Oh no, love. I'm so so sorry you had to go through that. Please feel free to message me if you want to! It took me a very long time to write this because it hit a little close to home and while I haven't been diagnosed with an eating disorder, I've noticed for the past two years that I've been starving myself in a very unhealthy way, and my doctor said I show signs of body dysmorphia, so it took me a while to write this and it may not be what you wanted so i'm so sorry but i really tried my best to write this. I really hope that you're doing better now<3

warnings: angsty, implication of an ED, stressed!reader

“I know, baby, I know.” Bucky sighed listening to her cry on the phone.

“M-make it go ‘way…I have so much work left...” She mumbled as she tried to sit up. She quickly laid back down when her stomach started to hurt even more.

“Bubba, I really wish I could.”

“Why can’t you make it better,” She continued to cry loudly, “You always do.”

He could feel his heart breaking as he listened to her cry, beg him for help, “Sweetheart, I would love to help you, I just don’t think I’m close enough to do that right. I wish I was there to take care of you…”

He felt guilty for leaving her. He didn’t have a choice in but it still pained him to listen to her crying because she was in so much pain. If Sam wouldn't have called him for help then he would’ve stayed with her.

She was still in school but she's supposed to graduate next year. She'd been dreaming about going to graduate school to get her masters. But lately, she felt like she was suffocating trying to get good grades. She'd been trying her absolute best but sometimes it felt like it wasn't enough.

Last year, she failed two classes, and almost failed a third one. She couldn't figure out why it happened until she got diagnosed with ADD. Her doctor talked to her about taking medication and getting treatment. She explained neurodiversity, and how late diagnosis like this often affects your grades and work.

During summer, she tried to make up for it all but she got a little obsessive. One time, she nearly went 3 days without eating anything because she was too focused on an essay that was due soon. Her stomach hurt so much on the fourth day, so she tried to eat something but ended up getting sick and throwing it all up. She drank some water and got back to work. She was at her desk for hours until Bucky finally forced her to take a break.

As soon as she got up from her desk, she nearly passed out in his arms. He had to hold her up while her head was spinning. He'd been so worried, so scared. He helped her to her bed before getting her something to drink. She took a few sips before confessing that she hadn't had a thing in days.

She'd been doing much better with his help lately, but every now and then, she struggles to have even one meal a day. She'd always had a complicated relationship with her body and food. But it felt like it had been getting worse lately.

If she was in this much pain before Bucky left, he never would’ve left her alone. But now there’s not much he could do besides try to cheer her up with sweet words of encouragement over the phone.

“Hate being alone like this…hurts so much…” She mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head before bringing her phone back to her ear.

“Bubba how about you get some rest and I’ll try to figure something out so you’ll feel better in no time, yeah? How does that sound, baby, is that okay?” Bucky had a plan that might help her feel a bit better until he comes back.

She mumbled a quick yes before hanging up the phone and slowly falling back asleep.

After a while, she woke up to someone gently stroking her hair. At first she leaned into their touch but then she realized that Bucky wasn’t supposed to be home yet. She quickly pushed the person away and sat up in her bed to see who it was.

“Hey, it’s just me! Don’t panic, sweetheart, Bucky called me and said you weren’t feeling too well?” She relaxed when she realized it was just Steve. She slowly nodded, lying back down and curling in on herself. The pain had only gotten worse.

“Poor baby, it’s alright, everything is going to be okay! I brought you some food and something to drink so you’ll be feeling better in no time.” She quickly shook her head, and covered herself up with the blanket again. The thought of eating anything right now was enough to make her feel sick.

“Bubba…you know you have to eat, love. I know you’re very cozy right now, and I promise we can cuddle soon, but darling you know food is very important too.”

She quietly sniffled at his words, feeling a bit overwhelmed. She knew he was right. She didn’t enjoy feeling this way, she knew how unhealthy this was for her. But her brain wouldn’t allow her to agree so quickly. She just started fidgeting with her thumb instead of answering him.

He gently lifted the blanket up, “Look I brought you a few snacks and some drinks. There’s all kinds of different things, bubba, even some chocolate! We can start small, like something to drink first. Your throat must be pretty sore, bubs.”

She thought about it for a second. It couldn’t hurt to drink something. It would help her feel a bit better. She slowly nodded and got up, her back against the headboard.

Steve smiled at her, and opened up the bag he brought with him. He dumped everything onto her bed, making her eyes widen at the amount of food and drinks he’d gotten for her.

He noticed her reaction and decided to put a few things back in the bag, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. These are for you and I to share, don’t have to finish it all by yourself. Plus I just wanted to make sure I brought you a wide selection of snacks and drinks to choose from.” He knew she had some sensory issues, especially when it came to food. She wasn't exactly picky but some textures just didn't feel right in her mouth and she preferred to steer clear of them.

She nodded and looked down at some of the drinks that were on her bed, along with the snacks. She tried to tell Steve which drink she wanted but her throat was so sore, she couldn’t get the words out. She decided to just point at one of the juice boxes and mumble a ‘please’.

“It’s okay, bubba, you don’t have to talk. I know it hurts. It’ll be okay soon.” He popped the straw into the juice box before handing it over to her, “Alright you get started on that juice box, I’ll find a movie for us to watch.”

He took his laptop out of his bag and turned it on. He quickly turned on one of her favourite movies, then placed the laptop next to her.

“Alright I’m gonna have a snack, bubs, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Would you like to share one?” She shrugged, not sure what to say. He grabbed a sleeve of cookies, before moving over to sit down next to her, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, bubba, you can still have a little bit if you’d like though?”

She watched him open up the package and take out a cookie, offering it to her first. She quickly shook her head and turned her attention over to the movie. He kissed her forehead before taking a bite of the cookie, “Oh bubs, these are really good. Are you sure you don’t want some? I can split this one if you’d like?”

She thought about it for a minute before hesitantly nodding her head. He smiled and split the cookie into two, making sure he didn’t get any crumbs on the bed. He handed her the other half, watching her take small bites, “You're doing great, love. Bucky loves you, you know? I know he can’t wait to come back home and see you.”

She smiled at the thought of Bucky coming home soon, while finishing off the cookie. Her throat felt a bit dry from the cookie, so she took a few sips from the juice box before putting it back down.

She moved closer to Steve, resting her head on top of him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, “How are you feeling now, bubs? Stomach still hurts?”

“A little bit…” She mumbled, smiling every now and then at the movie.

“What if I cut up some fruits for you in a little bit? How does that sound? Maybe some strawberries for my sweet girl?” She blushed at that but nodded her head, “Alright then, I’ll get that for you in a bit.”

“T-thank you.”

He smiled, giving her a kiss on her forehead, “Come on, get comfy, love. Everything is gonna be okay.”

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HALEYYY babyyy, when are you going to update who is she? I'd love to know what happens next, does she leave him? Why did he lie to her? 😰😰😰make it a bit angstyyy BCUZ i wanna see her get mad at him for lying SOOO bad😋😮‍💨

Oh, Natalia (Pt 2. of Who is She?)

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 / 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

A/N: Babyyyyy here is the update :) It's slightly short but hope you like it still <33 Please show support if you can!! Reblog, comment, like, I really appreciate them all 🥺🥺

Warnings: Angsty, Mob!Bucky x Reader

“James.” You rolled her eyes as he walked into your shared bedroom. His brows furrowed when you called him James. You only ever called him that when you're upset, which is pretty reasonable in this situation considering he didn't tell you about Natalia.

“Since when do you call me that, doll?” You looked up at him with an annoyed expression, making him sigh loudly, “Oh come on, just hear me out. She means absolutely nothing to me, she was dead to me the second she…”

“The second she what?” You looked up at him again with your arms crossed. He still hadn't told you a thing about her, and it was really starting to piss you off. Clearly something had happened between them that caused her to leave but they never even got divorced, and now she's back.

“It...it doesn’t matter." He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose, "The point is that she means absolutely nothing to me. You’re the one I want.” Bucky sighed as you ignored him and continued packing your things. He shook his head at the memories of Natalia. Not the happy ones, oh no, he'd forgotten those the second he caught her cheating on him with his assistant. Not that he was going to tell you that of course, he only ever told Steve.

The second Natalia introduced herself, you could actually feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces. It felt like every good memory you had with Bucky started to disappear in that moment. You felt like everything had changed in that instant. He was a married man, to a beautiful woman who you felt like you could never compete with. She was so different compared to you, she was so independent. It made you think about all your memories with Bucky, and how controlling he truly was.

“Please come on, you have to hear me out! You can’t just leave like this!” Bucky grabbed your bag and threw it on the ground angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You weren't going to back down, not this time, “Try to stop me, I fucking dare you.”

“Sweetheart…please I…fuck please just stay. I’ll explain everything, I promise I will. Please just stay.” He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly in his arms like if he's afraid you'll break if he lets go. You pulled away at first then stopped when you saw tears pooling up in his eyes. You sighed loudly before hugging him back, resting your head against his chest. You listened to the rapid beating of his heart, of the vibrations in his chest. You could tell how hurt he as that you were leaving, but for your sake you couldn't stay any longer. You wanted to stay so badly, you couldn't picture your life without him. But you just couldn't. He lied to you. After everything you told him about your ex and how he lied to you during your entire relationship, he still chose to lie to you.

“I-I…I can’t…I have to go, I’m sorry. You lied to me. You swore you’d never do that to me. My last relationship was nothing but lies and I can’t go through that again. Please just let me go.” You pulled away from the hug and quickly wiped your tears away before picking your bag up to finished packing up your things. You zipped up your suitcase and your bag with all your things before giving Bucky a hug fro the last time.

“Please, sweetheart…I’m begging you. Please don’t go.”

"I can't stay...it hurts...it hurts so much, James...you lied to me. You hurt me. I never thought you'd hurt me. Ever. I...I just...I just can't stay." I'm sorry

"I know, love...I know I hurt you...but I'm sorry...please stay. Please don't go. I love you, please don't leave."

“I…I have to. I’m sorry. Goodbye, James.”

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You woke up to somebody knocking on your door loudly. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was 6AM. Who was here so early in the morning? You rolled out of bed with a groan, and threw on the hoodie that Bucky had left at your apartment. You rubbed your eyes slowly as you opened the door to a smiling Bucky, with coffee and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"What do you want, James?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, trying to look mad. It was cute how you tried to keep an angry face when you could just barely keep your eyes open with how tired you were. Normally, Bucky would've laughed at your cute attempt to look intimidating but instead he just handed you the cup of coffee.

"I just wanted to bring you some coffee, oh and also these flowers," He handed you the bouquet of flowers, grinning like an idiot. "I remember you were looking at them last time we were at the..." He trailed off once he realized that the last time you were at the farmer's market together, you bumped into Natalia.

"Thank you. Is that all?" You rolled your eyes, and set the flower down at the table near the entrance.

"Um yeah, I'll see you later" Bucky looked down, scratching the back of his head. He opened his mouth to say something, trying to figure out a way to ask you to dinner later, but before he could say anything, you slammed the door in his face.

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For the past two weeks, Bucky has been showing up at your doorstep every single day. That too at random times, it was aways when you were home. It was like he'd memorized your schedule.

You tried to keep your distance. You tried your best not to think about him but you couldn't help it. It was impossible not to think about him when he was there all the fucking time. Your friends were starting to get sick of you complaining about him. One of them actually introduced you to one of their friends, hoping you'll stop talking about Bucky finally. He was coming to get you soon but you felt weird going on a date with anyone that isn't Bucky. You decided to go downstairs to get a cup of coffee to clear your mind.

You grabbed your keys and opened your door before screaming when you noticed somebody was standing there. "Jesus, what the fuck, Bucky?! You scared me!"

"I was going to knock before you opened the door." He chuckled as he handed you a pink bag.

"What is this? What do you want?" You looked inside the bag and noticed it was a red dress. He loved in you anything, but he absolutely adored you in red.

"Well I got you something you could wear to dinner tonight with me. I know you have work later tonight but we could grab a quick bite if you're up for it." He smiled, taking your hand in his and making you feel even more guilty than before.

"I...I can't, I have plans in a bit." You looked down, scared he'll cause a scene if he finds out.

"Oh...okay, where are you going?" He let go of your hand, slipping his hands back in his pockets.

"Just meeting up with a friend." You looked away, knowing he'll catch you lying if you look at him.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you later." He mumbled, walking away.

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"Well this is me, it was nice to see you!" You carefully got out of your date's car, smiling back at him. Your date was quite polite, he drove you home, gave you his jacket so you weren't cold, and he listened to you rant about Bucky all night.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun too! Would you wanna go out again sometime?" He smiled at you, taking your hand in his. You quickly pulled your hand away, afraid Bucky was around somewhere watching you.

"Um yeah, that sounds like fun."

"Great, I'll see you later then!"

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You walked out of the elevator and made your way to your apartment. You actually had a good time tonight, but why did you feel so guilty.

"Seriously? You really went out with that guy?"

Oh. That's why.

"What do you want, Bucky?" You rolled your eyes, and started rifling through your purse to find your keys.

"Well when you said you had plans with a friend you didn't mention that it was a date." He huffed as he stared at you with a stern expression.

"It wasn't a date, it was just...I...You know, why am I explaining myself to you? Just go home," He sighed at your response, he was beyond pissed right now to think rationally. He grabbed your keys out of your hands to make you look up at him. "Stop, what the hell are you doing?!" You tried to get your keys back from him but he just held them over your head.

"Are you gonna see him again?" He asked as you groaned loudly.

"Bucky give me my keys back." You reached for them again but he didn't budge.

"Are you gonna see him again or not?" He asked again.

"I- I don't fucking know, okay? Just give me my keys back," You sighed and tried to reach for your keys again. He quickly put them in his pocket, before pushing you up against your door. "Ugh, you're so fucking annoying." You groaned, trying to push him away.

"I can't believe you're already dating." He muttered, rolling his eyes and looking away.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You were beyond pissed at how he was dealing with this situation. How come he gets to play the fucking victim right now. He broke your heart, and now you're the villain for trying to move on?

"Yes, I'm fucking serious, I mean for fuck's sake we just broke up!" He practically yelled as you pushed you against the door harder, almost making you cry out in pain.

"Fuck! Are you fucking serious right now, Bucky? You broke my fucking heart! Was that not enough?" You broke down into sobs, unable to stop the tears any more, "Why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep hurting me?" Your tears started to blur your vision, your breathing started becoming short and harsh.

"Sweetheart, please..." His eyes softened as he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks. He backed away from you finally, letting you stand there and cry against your door. He hated seeing you cry, all he wanted to do was wipe those tears away and hold you to make it all better. But that wasn't going to work in this time.

"You know what, give me my fucking keys now. I'm fucking done with this conversation." You wiped the tears away quickly and held your hand out. He hesitantly handed you your keys back, and you immediately began to unlock your door.

"Doll, just listen to me, please...." He grabbed your arm, trying to stop you from going in but you quickly pulled away with all of your strength.

"I get it, okay! I'm already going on dates, I'm pathetic, I should be sitting at home and crying over you right now. How dare I try to move on and actually be happy." You glared at him as you opened the door to your apartment and walked inside.

"Baby, please..."

"What?! What do you have to say to me right now? Stop saying please and fucking talk." You turned around to face him, no longer crying, instead you were angry now.

"Oh umm, usually when you're mad I just say sweetheart and then you yell at me," He awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his head. " I haven't really thought past that point"

"What?" You looked at him with a confused expression on your face.

"Oh I actually didn't have anything prepared...umm just give me a minute."

"Oh fuck you!" You yelled before picking your purse him to hit him with it.

"Ow! What the hell are you doing!" You kept hitting him with the purse till he started to back away and was finally outside your apartment. "Sweetheart, stop! I said I'm sorry!" You slammed the door shut in his face, making him groan in annoyance. If only Natalia hadn't come back.

"What now?" Steve greeted him downstairs, and decided not to ask what happened up there. Bucky looked pretty upset so it was safe to say things didn't go too well.

"Just find the guy she went out with and make sure he stays away from her."

"Bucky I don't know-"

"Just fucking do it." Bucky glared at him, causing Steve to sigh and walk away. He'll hunt the guy down as Bucky had asked him to but he knew it wasn't going to fix things between you and him.

Bucky got in the car, slamming the door shut behind him, "Are we going home, sir?"

"No, take me to Natalia's"

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𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✨

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𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (+ 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬)

🤍 ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ/ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ:

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠

𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚/𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮

𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

🍒 ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ/ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ:

𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮

𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 + 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚

𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠!𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮

𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠!𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙

𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠!𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

🍓 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ɢɪꜰꜱ/ᴘɪᴄꜱ:

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📍 ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ/ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ:

𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 (𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣/𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚)

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 (𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨)

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𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧✨

thank you all so much for 1k followers. i’m so happy that you’re enjoying what i’m writing, i never thought this blog would reach that far but thanks to all of you here we are <33

𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

here are the activities for this celebration (the celebration will be open for the next two weeks, i’m going to try my best to answer every ask that i get):

🤍 ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ/ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ: send in any concept + any character that i write for and i’ll write a drabble/blurb about it

🍒 ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ/ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ: send in smutty/dark au/concepts and i’ll write a drabble/blurb about them

🍓 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ɢɪꜰꜱ/ᴘɪᴄꜱ: headcannons based off a picture or gif of any character (you can add a one-sentence prompt if you’d like to)

📍 ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ/ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ: send me a fic/drabble of mine that you like and i’ll write an alternate ending for it or a small part 2

special thank you to some of my lovely moots who are always supportive and the absolute SWEETEST <33 @cherryflavoredchapsticck @timidpumpkin @chrisevansdaughter @livvinitt @marvel1984 @babyhoneyriv @babyhatesreality