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Bones (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Bucky x reader where they are married and he comes home after a long mission to see her in the kitchen cleaning and she runs and hugs him because she missed him so much that she starts crying. He notices that’s she scarily skinny and pale (like Steve used to be when he was sick). So he asks her if she’s sick as she says “I don’t sleep or eat when you aren’t here because I’m afraid HYDRA will get you again and I can’t live without you.” And him comforting her and just lots of fluff😘

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Warnings: Mentions of starving yourself 

You had been putting it off for weeks now. It was something you had been dreading to do, even though you told yourself that it would get done. You thought that since you liked to keep yourself busy while Bucky was away on missions that cleaning the kitchen would be something that would’ve gotten done in only days of him gone. But of course, you procrastinated doing it and filled your schedule with other tasks, like shopping on Amazon or binge watching Grace and Frankie. 

You woke up this morning with no plans of cleaning kitchen, once again, but after you walked past the kitchen and realized what a disaster it had become, you decided it was best to throw on your sweats and grab the cleaning supplies. It was shameful how messy it was, after all the baking you did you just didn’t feel like cleaning up. 

You baked for everybody. You baked cupcakes for Nat, cakes for Tony, doughnut balls for Thor, cookies for Clint, cake pops for Sam, brownies for Steve, pies for Bruce, you baked everything for everybody. But not yourself. 

No, you simply just didn’t have time to eat, you were filled up on anxiety worrying about Bucky. Sure, you’ve gotten a little thin but nothing to worry about. You occasionally had a bite of cookie dough, every once and awhile. 

Baking took your mind off things and it was a great pass time, it could kill a whole afternoon. Your friends didn’t mind, they enjoyed all the yummy treats that would show up at their homes out of the blue, although they worried about your sudden interest in baking, they never mentioned it to you. 

You finally worked up the courage to shove on your cleaning gloves that went up to your elbows and blast your favorite Pandora station as you started cleaning the kitchen of horror. 

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Imagine waking up to Bucky after your first night together.

You stirred awake to a comforting warmth surrounding you. As your eyes fluttered open, the memories of the previous night came back to you and you smiled as you recognized the chest that you were nuzzling into. A metal arm tightened around your waist and you leaned forward to press a kiss to the skin that met the vibranium.

Bucky made a small noise at the sensation, his lips upturning in a gentle smile. “Good morning, princess.”

“It is indeed a good morning,” you muttered, your mouth traveling across his broad shoulder. 

Bucky moaned in contentment as you kissed his chin, his hand weaving itself through your hair, pulling you closer until he had you firmly pressed against him. You could feel him hard against your lower stomach. 

“Last night…” he murmured. 

“I know.”

Bucky beamed before he flipped you to lie on your back, crawling down to the crux of your thighs.

Between Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry there’s been a big gap between fics, I’ve had a bunch thrown on me within the past few days so I haven’t had a lot of time to write. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

Request: Hi can I request a Bucky fic where Thor leaves his hammer sitting around and bucky sees it and thinks that hes alone so he moves it without knowing about it and the reader sees and explains to him that he’s worthy and he begs her not to tell anyone? (requested by @attariian )

Warnings: Brief language, mentions of killing(? i guess)

Words: 1036

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Band-Aids and Painkiller

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Bucky X Reader: so it’s Civil War alright, and Bucky and the Black Panther are fighting (like usual) and the reader is a civilian and she sees Bucky losing to T'Challa so she jumps inbetween them just as T'Challa slices at him and she gets hurt?

A/N: No Civil War spoilers because I haven’t seen it yet.  But guess who’s going to go see it…THIS GIRL!  TONIGHT!!!  I’ll prob post pics later, because I’m dressing up in my USO girl costume that I made for Halloween.  But yeah, no spoilers.  I’m going to try and write/post another one today, but the wi-fi at my school’s hella spotty and sometimes the filters block Tumblr.  But I’m going to my friend’s house after school, so maybe I can post from there…?  Anyway, hope you like this one.  Also, if I never post on here again, it’s because Civil War KILLED ME.

Oh, and tagging the lovely @pleasecallmecaptain and @mattymattymerduck, of course.  Love ya! 

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You love standing on the roof of your office’s building.  You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows about it, because no one’s ever up there.  So whenever things get to be too much, you take a breather by coming up here.

You sigh, staring out over the vast expanse of the city.  Finally, some peace and quiet.

Apparently, someone didn’t get the memo about that.

You suddenly hear distant thuds and grunts coming from across the roof.  You assume the worst and walk cautiously over, ready to avert or shield your eyes if necessary.  Then you hear something metallic, like sharp pieces of metal scraping across a chalkboard.

You round the corner and stop, frozen.  In front of you is a man and…someone in a black, cat-like suit?

Your mind flashes with recognition and you quickly identify the man as Bucky Barnes, the subject of a massive man-hunt that’s taken place over the last few days.  You remember the news reports saying that he’s a dangerous fugitive from justice, a cold-blooded killer, but all you can think about right now is how he looks like he’s getting the shit beaten out of him.

“Hey!” you shout.  Both of them pause momentarily and look up at you.  “I don’t know what you two are doing…well, I mean, I’d guess you were fighting…but could you not?”

You could almost swear you catch a ghost of a smile on Bucky’s face.  No sounds from the cat guy.  

And then, just like that, they’re back to fighting again.  The cat guy clearly has the upper hand, and you start to notice the cuts and bruises that seem to litter Bucky’s face.  

And after that hint of a smile, you can’t help but think that maybe everyone has it wrong.  

Suddenly, your feet are moving you towards the fight and you certainly don’t remember telling them to do that.  Bucky takes a hit and falls to his knees.  He only barely dodges a punch from the other guy, and you don’t want to find out what happens when the next hit doesn’t miss.

And suddenly you’ve thrown yourself between the two of them.  It’s almost like time slows down.  You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, and you can see the cat guy’s arm inching toward you.  It seems like he tries to stop it, but the momentum’s already going.

It’s then that you realize that in addition to his cat-like appearance, the guy has little metal retractable claws.  And as stupid as it is, the only thing you can think before they reach you is, Wow, this guy must really like cats.

The claws slice down through your arm and suddenly everything’s back in real time.  And there is very real pain shooting through your arm.  You stare down at the claw marks in disbelief, still not 100% sure that this is actually happening to you.

The cat guy stops and retracts his claws, immediately grabbing your arm and inspecting it.  He removes his helmet and you recognize him as T’Challa, the king of Wakanda.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod.  “I’m-”  He looks past you and starts.  You turn to follow his gaze and realize that Bucky has escaped.  You try not to let your relief show on your face.  

Suddenly, T’Challa grabs your other arm and grips it in a vice-like hold.  You look up at him, shocked.

“Are you an ally of the Winter Soldier’s?” he asks.  

“What?” you ask.  “Who, that guy?  Bucky Barnes?”  You cower under the king’s fierce stare.  “No, I’m not an ally.  I’m just a normal person.”

“Then why did you help him?” he demands.

“I just…I don’t like violence,” you reply, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.  T’Challa just shakes his head, dropping your arm.

“Do not get involved again,” he says.  “Or we will be forced to bring you in.  And I am sorry about your arm.”

“Wait, who’s we?” you ask, but he’s already gone.  You look down at your bleeding arm and suddenly feel nauseous.  You’ve lost a fair amount of blood.

Slowly, you stumble down the stairs and get someone to call you an ambulance.

-

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home.  

At first, you’d thought you’d just be able to go in, get stitched up, and leave.

But then various agents from different government organizations had shown up.  

And then a guy that you were pretty sure was the Falcon, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses. 

And then the reporters.

Armed with bandages and painkiller, you throw the door to your apartment open.  You deposit everything on the floor and throw yourself down onto the couch.

Your eyes flutter closed and you know that you’re on the brink of sleep.  That is, until you hear a crash in your kitchen.  You drag yourself up from the couch, grabbing the nearest weapon you can find; in this case, a lamp.

You creep to the kitchen, half stealthy, half disgruntled.  Nothing prepares you for what you find.

On the floor of your kitchen is Bucky Barnes, the man from earlier.  You can see a dark brown stain through his red shirt.  Your heart drops when you realize it’s blood.  

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you say and he looks up, his breathing labored and shallow.  “Welcome to my home.”

“Um…” he murmurs.  “I didn’t mean to barge in.  It’s just…you helped me earlier.  And I have nowhere to go.”

“You weren’t like, followed here, or anything right?” you ask, grabbing the first aid kit from one of your cabinets.  “I’m not gonna have to fight the cat dude?  Cuz we both know how that went for me last time.”  

Bucky emits a noise that you could almost describe as a laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough.  And then he coughs up blood onto your tiles.

“Okedoke,” you say.  “Well, I’m not a doctor, but that looks bad.  And I’m assuming that despite the fact that I’m not a doctor, you want me to do my best to clean you up.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his eyes pleading for help.  You go back to the living room and get the bottle of painkillers that the doctors gave you.

-

Two hours later, you’ve mostly got everything handled with Bucky.  He walked you through stitching him up, and you almost puked twice.  But you didn’t.  

After that, you insisted on putting a band-aid on every cut you can find.  Bucky argues against it, at first, but eventually realizes it’s no use.  

But of course, you don’t have normal band-aids, so you’ve just covered the former Winter Soldier in Frozen and Disney Princess band-aids.

“You good?” you ask, as you help him down onto your couch.  “Not bleeding from anywhere else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bucky says.  “This is some damn good painkiller though.”  You toss him the rest of the bottle. 

“Take it,” you say.  “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it more than I do.”  

“Does that hurt?” he asks, gesturing to your arm.  You look down at it and chuckle.

“After all the wounds I just sewed up for you, I don’t think I have the right to complain about my scratches,” you say, cleaning up the bloody towels.

“No, I don’t-” 

“They’re fine,” you reassure him.  “I’m on the same painkiller as you, remember?”

“You’re remarkably calm about this,” he comments as you continue to clean up the room.

“I’m sure I’ll freak out sometime,” you say.  “Just haven’t had the time to process everything.”  Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.  “For earlier.  And now.  I think you saved my life twice.”

“Yeah, well maybe when all this is over, you can take me out to dinner as a thank-you,” you quip drily.  Internally, you panic.  Where the hell did that come from?  

“You know, I think that’s the first time someone’s flirted with me in 70 years,” he replies, and you’re surprised by the teasing tone in his voice.  And even more disarmed by the gorgeous smile on his lips.

“I was not flirting,” you say defensively, avoiding his eyes.

“I mean, I know I’m from 1940s and all,” he smirks.  "But I don’t think the world is so changed that a girl asking a guy to dinner isn’t flirting.”

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” you say, picking up a blanket and tossing it at him.

“Hey!”  You walk over and pick up the blanket, spreading it over him.  He looks up at you, confused.  “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” you say.  “And as much as I like you, I’m not inviting some strange guy to share my bed.”

“Oh, I was just going to-”  He starts to get up, but you gently nudge him back down.

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you say.  “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping on the street.”  He tries to protest, but you cut him off with a look.

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters.  You nod and stand up.  You reach past him to turn off the light, and without even thinking, plant a kiss on his forehead.  

Your brain goes back into panic mode.  You see him visibly stiffen and mentally face-palm.

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “Stupid…force of habit.”

“No,” Bucky says quickly.  “That’s not…I wasn’t…That’s just…uh…”

“It’s fine,” you say.  “You don’t have to-”

“That was the first time anyone’s touched me…and not hurt me…since…” he trails off, gesturing to his metal arm.

You shake your head as you realize what that means.  You don’t know his whole history, but you can’t help but want to hug him and ki-

You cut your thoughts off before they have a chance to go any further.

“Well, the night’s still young,” you say, unable to resist joking.  “I might be a crazy serial killer.  There’s time for that.”  Bucky laughs and you get a warm feeling in your chest.

“Good night, Bucky,” you say.  

“Good night, (Y/N).”

-

When you wake up, you know he’s gone before you even walk out the door of your bedroom.

The couch pillows have been fluffed, the blanket neatly folded.  There’s no trace that Bucky Barnes was ever in your apartment.  Except…

You walk into your kitchen and are met with a bouquet of sunflowers, already in a vase.  You reach into the flowers and pull out the small slip of paper.  On it, in a feverish scrawl:

Don’t forget about our dinner date.  I’ll be back. 

And in spite of everything, you can’t help but smile.

Beauty// Requested by: @hufflepuff-girl-1996

Genre: Romance, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurites.

Your eyes watch the reflection of the golden material that gracefully flowed down your body to pool at your feet.

You turned just enough to expose your side, to reveal the various lines that were engraved in your skin.

You were unable to count the amount of times you found yourself in the exact same position you were in now, counting the markings, despising their presence.

It was the most prominent sight in your opinion, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Your gaze was always instantly drawn to the imperfections that lined your body. You had convinced yourself that was the same in the minds of every other you had come in contact with.

Your teeth nibbled upon the flesh of your bottom lip, your fingers splayed across your stomach, concealing the flaws from your sight.

And just for a moment, you thought of how your body would look without them.

Suddenly, the smooth, baritone voice of your lover startled you, prompting you to quickly cover your bare form with the dress.

"What is the matter, Love?"

Your head whipped around to see the familiar tall frame of your partner standing by the door, his concerned gaze locked onto your back.

You stepped away from your image to look to him, your hands holding the material to conceal your insecurities.

"It's nothing, why do you ask?"

A sigh escaped as his head falls and shakes before he steps nearer.

"Darling, you have always been a horrible liar,"

His emerald eyes met yours as he reached to grasp your hands in his. His observation made your heart plunge and your joyful facade fade away.

"I-"

He eyes softened, almost as if he was silently pleading you to not offer him any more lies. You released a sigh as you found yourself giving up, there was no use in trying to trick a trickster.

"I'm trying to hide my stretch marks,"

You confessed, turning away from his grasp to lead yourself to the balcony. Your dress trailed along side you.

You felt unworthy to be his partner, let alone have his gaze upon you.

You wrap your arms around your middle, as if you were attempting to protect yourself from the harsh thoughts that berated your mind every second you were by his side.

A tear dropped from your lashes to travel down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as soon as it had emerged to conceal your true feelings from your partner.

But it had been too late, he had already witnessed the salty liquid adorn your face and he was prepared to end whomever had caused it.

"Why would you try to hide them? They are nothing to be ashamed of,"

He offered, everything within him desired to sheild you from the evils of this world.

You cast your eyes out to the sparkling city of Asgard that lay beneath you, you couldn't help but wonder how many young, slim, beautiful maidens who's skin was clear and umarred deserved your place much more than yourself.

"Don't you see, Loki? My body. I-it's imperfect, flawed, it is nothing compared to others you have seen,"

Your voice was heavy with emotion, the agony it carried weighed down your usual cheery tone.

"I am not worthy to be by your side,"

You lowered your voice to a pained whisper, your head turned to keep the now steady flow of tears from his sight.

You waited for him to agree, to compare you to the others, to order you to leave and hide away your horrid form and never return.

But none other than silence met you, he was at a loss for words. His sharp mind that had conjured countless tricks, plots and schemes was unable to comprehend your view upon yourself.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. How you handled yourself, no one would have thought this is what you carried every second of the day.

But how could he- your partner of all people fail to see through your illusions?

"How could you say such things about something as magnificent as your body?"

You hid your face as he came closer, you listened to his heavy boots softly land against the ground.

"Please, do not hide anything from me,"

He almost begged, hooking a finger beneath your chin to to turn your head.

"I have failed you, this I now know"

His voice dropped down to a whisper, his chest pressed against your back and his nimble fingers traveled down the skin of your arm.

His face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, his lips lightly pressed themselves to the flesh covering the area.

"The forms of the other maidens are nothing conpared to your own,"

He stops himself for a moment to allow his eyes to trickle over every dip and curve of your body that was marked.

"I vow to spend an eternity to admire, to kiss,"

He breathed against your skin, the feeling of the hot air flowing over your sensitive skin raised goosebumps and sent a pleasurable shiver down your back.

"To love,"

His lips trailed down your neck and shoulder, his fingers lightly traced the stretch marks that lined the skin your dress failed to cover.

"And to adore every scar, marking or imperfection. Everything you deem a flaw,"

You turned your head to meet his sincere gaze, revealing your tears in the process. He truly saw your body as something to never hide or be ashamed of, but something to love, to praise.

Trust blooms within you with each whisper of affection against your skin, he turns you around to face him and trace his finger over your jaw before whispering the last words of his promise.

"And I will not cease until you see just how truly captivating you are."

An Homage to Game of Thrones

In the words of the artist Kilian Schönberger:

“Game of Thrones is one of my favorite TV series. I like the quality of the camera work and the fact that the produces have searched inspiring places round the globe for the production design. Places that breath the spirit of the past - real locations combined with some CGI to create a medieval fantasy world. I recognized locations in Iceland, Scotland, Spain, Croatia and many other countries throughout the different seasons of GoT.  The only thing of "Game of Thrones” that’s missing nowadays at first glance are the epic landscapes since Central Europe is densely populated. Nonetheless there are remote wilderness-like areas left that pour on the charm of the series. So I continued my search for the mystical and magic locations in Germany and the surrounding countries and created this homage to the awesome series “Game of Thrones”. 

Check out previous features of Kilian Schönberger’s work following the links:

Brothers Grimms’ Homeland

Braveheart’s Legacy

Hallebros Forest

Brothers Grimm’s Fabulous Germany

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Description: Bucky’s an awkward duckling and I love him very much.

A/N: Here’s another guilt drabble. I swear I’m working on Making History, but work is hell. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.

“Steve,” Y/N whined. “When’re we stopping for the night? We’ve been driving for hours.”  She shifted uncomfortably and rammed her legs into the back of Sam’s seat. In response, he reclined his chair and sandwiched her back against the car. “Ugh!”

Steve wearily sighed and watched Y/N struggle with Sam in the mirror. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and his friends, or should he say his children, weren’t making the trip easier. “Sorry, but it’s gonna be a few hours. Just try to take a nap, alright?”

“How? I can’t get comfortable!” she groaned.

“Deal with it,” Sam said with a smirk.

Y/N huffed and pounded her fists into the back of his seat. She looked at Bucky, eyes pleading for help, but he just shrugged and offered a sympathetic smile. He knew better than to sit behind Sam on a road trip. He turned and starred out his window, watching quietly as the trees blurred into the night horizon and the world passed him by.

“Fine.” Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out from under Sam. She scooted over and planted herself in the middle seat, kicking her feet up on the armrest. “Much better,” she sighed in content.

When she rested her body against Bucky’s, the breath hitched in his throat. His heart skipped a beat and pounded so hard that he swore she could hear it. He hadn’t had anyone be this comfortable around him in decades. Usually, they didn’t even want to look at him, much less touch him.

He liked the feeling, though. It was a cold night, and Steve insisted on leaving the AC on, but Bucky could feel Y/N’s warmth radiate through the fabric of her sweater. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. That okay, Jamie?” She asked and smiled up at him.

The flush rose in his cheeks and he just nodded.  “Good,” she yawned. She stretched as much as she could in the small space. Within an hour, she had fallen asleep curled against him, head resting gently in his lap. He tried to focus on anything other than her, but her sweet snores and sleepy mumbling strained his concentration.

Bucky tapped Steve’s shoulder. “Steve,” he whispered. “Steve we have to pull over.”

“Why, Buck?”

“Because Y/N fell asleep,” Bucky said.

“And?” Steve asked.

“You keep hittin’ bumps and I don’t want her to wake up,” he answered matter-of-factly. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it.

Sam scoffed. “Does the Winter Soldier have a crush?” He teased.

“No,” Bucky sneered, lying to himself. “I just want her to get some rest, okay?”  

Steve grinned over at Sam. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely crushing.”

“Bucky and Y/N sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-” Sam started.

“I hate both of you.”

So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.

It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural