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good people of tumblr I desperately need help finding a Bucky fic. I remember the plot just not anything else fml
basically it’s like a witch (?) reader with thunderbolts era Bucky. She has a parrot or parakeet I think or maybe it’s a cat. She runs a tea shop and does like healing magic for doctor strange and wong but she does like mundane teas for the thunderbolts. The thunderbolts kept recommending her to Bucky so he comes in and they fall in love and I think he gets a little freaked out maybe because she gave him like a potion or something….lowkey I don’t remember but I’ve been searching and I can’t find it and it’s been rotting my brain for a week
because caring is cool and we only have one planet!! and remember that even if you think that your small actions have no impact on the world, they DO and if everyone starts acknowledging that, then things will finally change. you matter, and so do your choices.
❥︎ mindful shopping. when it comes to buying something, think about what YOU like and need, and not about what everyone else has been influenced into buying lately. don't fall for all the latest trends on social media that change every week. a lot of people mindlessly follow trends, buying a lot of unnecessary things that they get tired of the moment they're not popular anymore,and then they proceed to move on to the next micro trend and throw away the other products that end up in landfills, contributing to pollution. find your own style, and shop accordingly, this way you will have things that you actually like and will keep for longer. also remember, you don't need thousands of the same thing. when you go grocery shopping, try to choose local products that haven't been imported from the other side of the world with transportation that causes pollution, and when buying animal products try to avoid the ones raised in intensive farming. in general you should also try to eat less meat.
❥︎ avoid fast fashion as much as you can. when we go shopping nowadays, almost all the clothes are made with low quality materials and manufactured in ways that produce waste, pollution and gas emissions, not to mention the worker exploitation and child labour. and even if it is made with such low cost practices, the clothing you find in most fast-fashion stores isn't even that cheap or convenient at all. other brands such as shein or temu are definitely cheaper than most (for evident reasons such as underpaid workers and bad materials), but by shopping those brands the negative environmental impact increases because the package has to be shipped from china to whatever country you're in, requiring transportation that causes a lot of emissions. another downside of fast fashion is that the quality is so bad that after a couple of times wearing one piece of clothing you will probably have to throw it away and it will end up in landfills or the incinerator. i know that if you look for non fast fashion it can be more expensive, but that's because it is actually made with good and long lasting materials that you will be able to wear for years. buy if you can't afford that, what i recommend doing is thrifting. it's my favourite thing and i do it a lot expecially cause i like the style from the 90s-00s. you can go to any flea market or thrift store around you, you can find things for just a couple of euros. and if there isn't any of those things around you, there are apps like vinted where you can find literally anything. i love vinted so much i swear i always find some gold pieces on there, i know some people complain that it is hard to find clothing you like, but after you manage to manipulate the algorithm it will show you those things directly. even buying fast fashion from vinted is better. and anyway, it's better to spend some more time looking for things on vinted or the thrift store than buying the first things you see on shein (that also steals from small businesses and other brands, fyi) knowing that it is unethical. you don't always have to choose the easy way out if you care about things.
❥︎ don't use ai. in case you didn't know, ai is very bad for the environment due to the amount of energy and electricity that is used to train it, causing an increase in greenhouse gas emissions. what could have possibly been a good thing for research, medicine ecc. has been turned into a weapon not only against the planet, but our own brains and society. almost everyone uses chat gpt or similar things, whether it's for fun, advice, school or tips. ai is slowly overtaking humans, doing everything faster and better than them, but without any emotion. people would rather ask ai for advice rather than a human, students let chat gpt do all their homework, writers let chat gpt write for them, art has been replaced by ai images, and people talk to ai bots. by asking chat gpt to solve every little problem in our lives, we are also reducing our critical thinking abilities and letting ai take over our personalities. i mean i hate ai in general if it wasn't clear enough, i think it's just taking away the beauty of human art and creativity by replacing it with soulless things, but that isn't really what the post is about. i know that ai can be used as a tool, but please please please don't use it unless it's really necessary because its impact on the environment is really significant, and everyone is already using it so much that we really don't need someone else to use 20 chat gpt prompts a day for things they can easily do in many other ways.
❥︎ reduce, reuse and recycle. the three big r's. reduce waste as much as you can: don't waste food, only buy what you know you will eat, turn off the lights when you're not in a room, reduce your use of water, ecc. simple things, just don't use things when you don't need them. reuse items as much as you can before throwing them away, don't buy new things when the ones you already have are still perfectly functioning. and if you don't need something anymore, give it to your friends/family members or donate it to people in need, instead of throwing it away. try to minimize the use of disposable things, and instead get ones that last longer. avoid things that aren't recyclable, keep separate bins so that materials like paper and cardboard can be recycled, try to avoid plastic as much as you can and use biodegradable products.
❥︎ volunteer. if there are any projects in your area, like cleaning up parks or beaches, or planting trees, or whatever, you can always try to join. not only are you helping, but it's also a great experience where you can meet other people.
❥︎ use public transport. don't take the car every time you have to move, if it's somewhere near, you can always go by foot (which is also good for your health), and if it is longer distances, try to use public transport rather than a car. i'm not saying you should never use your car, of course, but when it isn't really necessary you can try to avoid it, though i know that public transport can be a challenge sometimes, since it's often late or too crowded.
(by the way guys i apologize for any possible grammar mistakes, but english isn't my first language!!)
Summary: you have a habit of taking in stray cats, and you happen to stumble across an adorable white stray cat. that is until your grumpy neighbor from downstairs comes banging on your door at 3 am, accusing you of stealing his cat. or alpine thinks her dad is lonely.
Pairings: bucky barnes x civilian!reader/fem!reader
Warnings: slight grumpy x sunshine trope, bucky being the ultimate cat dad, alpline living that good double life aka double the food, double the pets, thunderbolts make a cameo, kinda cat heavy, so if you're not a cat person, too bad, fluff, slight language, fem!reader with vague descriptions, little to no use of y/n, and proofreadish.
WC: 2.7K
Author's Note: i swear i'm working on my other stories, but the struggle is real and bucky is living rent free in my head.
bucky barnes masterlist II marvel masterlist
It's raining when you first find the stray outside the apartment building. It's the cutest white cat you've ever seen, despite its wet fur and airplane ears.
You like to call yourself a cat whisperer. You have a knack for finding stray cats, or your friends like to say the cats have a knack for finding you. Either way, you can never turn away a cat when your paths cross.
So that's why you scoop the cat up and carry it inside the building. You're newish to the apartment, but you're positive you've never seen the cat around before.
"Don't worry, I'm going to get you nice and warm and give you some treats. How does that sound, huh?" You coo at the bundle in your arms.
The cat just stares up at you, and you take that as a good sign. Hopefully, the new addition will get along with the four other strays you found.
The moment you walk into your apartment, you're greeted by your furry pack of felines. There's Jude, an orange tripod cat, Miso, the one-eyed Tabby, Figaro, a Tuxedo, and your baby Felix, who's a black Maine Coon.
They're all curious to know who the new addition is, and the cat in your arms seems bored and uninterested. Once the cat is all dry, fed, and you've figured out it's a female cat. You try your best to slowly acclimate the white cat to the rest of the cats.
Which is hard to do when you live in a small one-bedroom apartment where there's a no-closed-door policy. Surprisingly, she takes to the new environment and the other cats.
You watch as she wanders around your apartment, like she's been here before.
"What should I call you?"
---
There's only one thing that can throw off Bucky's calm and collected demeanor. Alpine.
Bucky is frantically looking everywhere for her, and she's nowhere in his apartment. She's not in her usual hiding spots, and he knows for sure he hasn't let her slip out the last time he left the apartment. He spots it after his third check in the bathroom sink and shower.
He's frustrated with himself for not noticing it the first time he checked. The slightly cracked window in the bathroom. Just barely big enough to get through, but it's Alpine, and she's a determined little thing. Something Bucky admires, but not in this case.
He sighs, trying to calm himself so he doesn't stress Mel out when he calls her, only to get her voicemail. He tries Yelena, and then Bob, no surprise that Bob doesn't answer.
Bucky is now annoyed, worried, stressed, and lightly pissed that he has to go all the way to the tower to get a hold of someone.
Once at the tower, he finds everyone gathered in the kitchen for their 'family dinner,' as Alexei calls it. Bucky feels bad that he forgot about it, but Alpine is missing, and it's his only priority at the moment.
"Oh! You decided to come," Yelena says, spotting him first. Everyone else greets him. He notices that Mel isn't there; maybe she's in the lower level of the building.
"Is Mel still around?" He asks.
"Nope. She left an hour ago."
Ava notices his disappointed look. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Alpine is missing."
Everyone just stares at him, not connecting the dots.
"And how is that Mel's problem?" John asks.
"She referred her friend to me for a cat sitter, and they left a window open, and now Alpine is missing."
"Cats come and go. She'll turn up," John replies, thinking that will reassure Bucky. It doesn't.
"You checked everywhere in your apartment?" Yelena asks.
"Yeah, all her favorite hiding places, even her tipi, and all her cat trees."
"Damn, Alpine is living that good life," Bob says.
"More like spoiled," John mutters, and Bucky glares at him.
"What was that?" Bucky says as he takes a step closer.
"What? It's a cat, not-"
"Okay, okay!" Yelena interrupts, walking over to Bucky and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ignore him, he's an idiot. How about after we eat, I'll help you look for her?"
"No, now," Bucky insists, and Yelena can detect the slight desperation in his tone. "She's out there all alone on the streets."
"Such a softie," Yelena comments, but agrees that they'll go now.
Bob tags along because he's slightly nosy and wants to see what Bucky's apartment looks like.
The hunt for Alpine lasts all of 30 seconds, because guess who's waiting for them outside Bucky's apartment.
Bucky lets out a relieved noise as he rushes over to Alpine, checking to make sure she's not hurt, before scooping her up in his arms. Alpine immediately starts purring.
"Aww," Yelena says. She can't deny it's an adorable sight.
"Sorry that you guys had to come all the way out here," Bucky says, turning to them.
Bob shrugs. "It's cool. We know how much she means to you."
"Why don't you get her an AirTag or something? Just in case she plans another great escape," Yelena suggests.
Bucky hates the idea of making her wear a collar because what if she gets it caught on something, or what if it's uncomfortable?
"No need. She won't leave my sight again," Bucky replies.
"You're going to take her on missions?" Bob questions, slightly worried at the thought of Alpine joining them in the open field.
"No, of course not. I'll just leave her at the tower."
Bucky thinks he's solved the issue and that Alpine won't be getting out again.
But then it happens again three days later, and this time she's gone for several days, and Bucky is sure someone has taken her.
---
You've started calling your new white cat Gigi because she looks like a Gigi and acts like a princess.
The first time Gigi got out was when you left the front door ajar while taking out the trash. You were literally gone 2 minutes, but it was enough time for her to get out.
Even though you only had her for a few hours, you were still distraught at the thought of her back on the streets. Which is why you roamed the neighborhood the next few days looking for her.
During one of your searches, you ended up running into Bucky. It's not like you two ever talked, because you were a bit shy to say anything. He just gave you his usual polite smile and nod before passing you.
Of course, you knew who he was, so you respected his space and admired him from afar. The one and only interaction you had with him was when you were both getting your mail, and he said 'morning' to you.
You were a bit stunned. You don't even remember if you said anything back.
Thankfully, Gigi showed up at your doorstep a few days later. And you made sure you gave her two helpings of wet food because the poor thing must be starving. You ended up working from home the rest of the week, so you were cooped up in your apartment.
The only company you had was your babies, and Gigi never left your lap once. She gave you an angry look and let out an annoyed sigh anytime you had to get up to use the bathroom and get something to eat or drink.
In the city, Bucky is having a meltdown, and Yelena isn't sure how to help him.
"Let's make lost cat posters," Bob suggests.
"Yeah, and let's put Walker's number on them as the contact number," Yelena adds.
Bucky sighs again, and Yelena is pretty sure that's all Bucky's been doing for the past hour, sighing and staring out the window.
"You were right. I should've put a tracker on her," Bucky says.
"Okay, enough moping. Let's get these posters made."
A couple of hours later, several hundred posters are printed out. It took Bucky a while to pick the right picture that captured Alpine's personality.
"I want people to know she's approachable, but can take care of herself," Bucky defends as Yelena silently laughs to herself as she watches Bucky go through his multiple Alpine albums.
It's a long day of going to each borough and putting up missing cat posters. Bucky asks Yelena why they need to go to each borough since he lives in Brooklyn, and he highly doubts Alpine would have wandered anywhere else.
"Oh, I have my reasons," Yelena cheekily replies. It's later that Bucky realizes that she put Walker's personal phone number on the posters.
Bucky is getting ready for bed when he hears a faint scraping sound outside his bedroom window. When he pulls the shades, he sees Alpine sitting on the fire escape, giving him an expectant look.
"And where have you been, missy?" He asks, and Alpine replies with a squeaky meow as she rubs up against his legs. As he picks her up, he can't help but notice that she doesn't feel cold.
"Seriously, where have you been? You've had me worried sick about you," Bucky tells her as she continues to purr and make biscuits on his metal arm.
Just to be on the safe side, Bucky gets Alpine an AirTag the next day and attaches it to a collar. He reluctantly gets her a collar, but makes sure it's loose on her. He will later regret that when Alpine escapes again.
"What do you mean she's gone again?" Yelena asks Bucky, flabbergasted. It's been two days, how can a cat escape that easily?
"You're sure she's not getting out when you leave each morning?" Bob asks.
"Of course I'm sure," Bucky replies, pacing the room, running a hand through his hair.
"Maybe she learned to open doors," Yelena joked.
"Or windows," Bob adds.
Bucky stops pacing. "You think?" He asks, turning to them.
"Have you noticed windows left open?"
"No."
"Okay, that's a little creepy. What if your cat is an alien?"
"Bob!"
"What? It's a legit question."
Bucky rolls his eyes. Of course, Alpine isn't an alien.
"Just track her," Yelena reminds Bucky.
Bucky pulls up the app as Yelena looks over his shoulder.
"You've got to be kidding me," Bucky exclaims when he finds her location.
"Isn't that your apartment building?"
"Yeah, she's in my upstairs neighbor's apartment," Bucky sighs.
"Do you know them?"
"No."
Bucky is hoping it isn't who he thinks it is.
By the time Bucky gets back to the apartment building, it's almost 3 a.m. Val had them stuck at a conference all day, then a briefing right after.
Bucky knows it's the rudest and most inconsiderate thing to do, but it's Alpine. And he's heard his upstairs neighbor shuffling around late into the night before.
---
You're sick, and at first, you think you're dreaming that someone is banging on your front door. That is, until you realize the knocking isn't stopping.
Thinking it's an emergency, you stumble to the front door, fumbling with the locks, before opening it half a foot. The tall figure standing before you blocks out most of the light. Which helps the pounding in your head.
Before you can form a coherent thought, they're speaking.
"Where is she?" Bucky demands.
"Wh-what? Who?" You mumble, still half asleep. You must be dreaming that Bucky Barnes is standing at your front door. Looking slightly impatient and not to mention sounding quite rude.
"Alpine, I know she's in there," Bucky says, pointing over your shoulder.
"Huh?" You ask, looking over your shoulder. You don't even realize you're stepping back when Bucky is crossing over your threshold. "Uh-what?" You sound out of it as you watch Bucky wander around your apartment, calling out for Alpine.
Your body is finally starting to wake up, and you realize you essentially let a stranger into your apartment.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" You demand, stalking up to Bucky, who ignores you as he checks under your couch. "I don't care how important you are. I'm going to call the cops if you don't leave right now," you try to sound as intimidating as you can with a stuffy nose, as he finally stands up, turning his attention to you.
Bucky takes your sleepy state, slightly red nose, and bed head. He feels a bit bad, and he's about to apologize when he spots Alpine wandering into the living room.
"There you are, girl," he says, brushing past you and picking up Gigi.
"Hey, put her down!" You demand, coming over and trying to take Gigi back. Bucky's trying to dodge your hands.
"It's my cat."
"No, it isn't. I found her outside."
"Yeah, my damn cat sitter left a window open," Bucky snaps back.
"How do I even know she's yours. There's no collar."
"Yes, there is-" Bucky starts, but notices that Alpine is collarless.
"You were saying?" You retort. Trying again to take Gigi back, who seems content in Bucky's arms. Maybe he is telling the truth.
Just then, Miso trots in, something in his mouth. Bending down, you see it's a collar with a tag that says 'Alpine'.
"Oh," you quietly say, and Bucky can hear how sad you sound; it tugs at his heart.
Bucky tries to apologize, but you politely tell him to get out.
A few days later, Bucky is still thinking back to how he acted with you, and it doesn't sit right with him. Granted, he was stressed, but he shouldn't have barged into your apartment like that.
He was more taken aback that you're his upstairs neighbor. He's seen you in passing for a few months now. But he's never had the chance to properly introduce himself.
And now he thinks he blew that chance. He hears from his other neighbors how friendly and helpful you are. You're always looking out for your elderly neighbors. Which is everyone in the building except you, Bucky, and the couple who live on the top floor.
Whenever you two pass each other, you always give him a bright smile, and he can't help but reciprocate.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" Sam asks. When Bucky reached out to him, asking him if soup or flowers were a more appropriate thing to give you.
Bucky has noticed how you haven't made much noise the last few days, and he's a little worried.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Mhh, just the tone in your voice, man."
Bucky rolls his eyes. "Whatever. So, soup or flowers?"
"Why not both?"
So here Bucky stands outside your door, holding a bouquet of daisies and a container of chicken noodle soup. He's feeling a bit anxious. He knocks and waits.
You don't answer, so he knocks again.
"She's not here." He hears your reply through the door and frowns.
"Sorry?"
"Gi-uh Alpine. Isn't here if that's why you're here." Bucky is more concerned about why you're not opening the door.
"I'm not," he replies, staring at the peephole. Are you staring at him through it?
"Oh," is all you say.
"Uh, I probably don't have any right to ask this. But do you mind opening the door?"
You hesitate, leaning against the door. "Why?"
"I want to apologize for the other night."
"Oh, don't worry about it," you reply. Bucky can hear how stuffed up you sound.
"Look, sorry if I scared-"
"No, you didn't," you quickly say, "I'm sick, so I don't wanna get you sick."
Bucky grins. "I can't get sick."
"Oh," you say again, sounding intrigued. He hears you unlocking the door before opening it.
You narrow your eyes at him. "You're not lying about that, right?"
He shrugs. "Guess you'll have to check in on me later to make sure I'm not really sick," Buck replies, grinning.
"Smooth," you reply, and then notice what he's holding. "Are those for me?"
"An apology from me and Alpine." Bucky hands over the soup and flowers.
"Alpine is forgiven," you say, as you admire the bouquet.
"And me?"
You eye Bucky. "Hmm. We'll see," you tease.
BONUS
One Month Later
Bucky is getting off the jet when his phone buzzes. His heart skips a beat. It's a text from you with a selfie of you and Alpine.
"Just a friend, he says," Yelena teases as she sees his slightly dopey smile on his face.
"Okay, which one of you assholes leaked my number?" John demands as he blocks yet another caller.
Yelena laughs. "They're still calling you?"
"More like harassing," he replies as Yelena and Bob continue to laugh.
Bucky is hurrying off the helipad. The faster he can get to his bike, the quicker he can get home to his girls.
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
A random assortment of romance, mystery, fantasy, and I'll likely find some children's and historical fiction to throw in there to. All individual books are $10 dollars or less with $5 off any $30 you spend! Most books are new and never read (they've just been a part of my tbr I lost interest in) or like new with either zero or extremely minimal damage.
