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📍pretty girl ave.

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˙⋆✮ ava. 𖦹 eighteen. 𖦹 she/her. 𖦹 bisexual. 18+ blog! MDNI.

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Every stylised divider is from rentry!

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OKAYAYAYYA SUPERMODEL!READER AND STEVE ROGERS WHOM SHE LOVES SMM IM GETTING BACK INTO WRITING YAYYY

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How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

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IVE HIT A BLOCK IM SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T BR MAD AT ME 💔💔

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I SWEAR I DIDN'T DISAPPEAR I HAVE A RANDOM TEST ON MONDAY SO I HAVE TO STUDY ARGHHH BUT I PROMISE IM GONNA POST

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trainwrecked is almost complete!! you'll be meeting frat boy!barnes soon 🤭🤭

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SO EXCITED PL EASE TAG ME!!

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I WILLLL <333

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to the four people that are gonna read this, thank you.

when i posted my first fic without thinking too much about it, i never expected it to blow up as much as it did. part of it is also because of @winteryn who was sweet enough to give it a reblog <3

all of my stories (ive got like three) have reached over 500+ notes when im def not the best writer out there and i also take ages to put one story out 😭 but thank you so so so sooo much to all the people that gave me and my stories a chance and showered it with likes and reblogs! an even bigger thank you to the people who left sweet comments and the 121 people that deemed me worthy enough of being in their following amongst the very talented writers we've got here.

im just a girl with a lot of love for superheroes and lots of freaky thoughts about them. its the best thing ever to be a part of this little community of people who are the same as me.

i promise to improve put out stories that feel worth the time you spent on reading them. thank you so much for being here. ily 🩷

xo,

—ava.

ps— this is a real image of me whenever i open my phone to the crazy amount of notes (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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Who are your favorite Bucky writers

oh my there are a LOTTT but my top three are def @winteryn @godmadeaterribleerror and @superbassbuck they always eat so hard 🩷

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what a compliment!! 🥰🥰 thank you so so much!

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OF COURSEEEEE 🩷🩷🩷

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trainwrecked is almost complete!! you'll be meeting frat boy!barnes soon 🤭🤭

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𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 | college steve rogers x fem reader

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: big moment for me because this is the first solo steve fic that's ever made it out of wip pile and into the light of day! it's also my first entry for the picnic prompts event that the lovely @juniebjonesin put together. you should absolutely go and check it out if you haven't already.

my first spin of the wheel threw out the watching the fireflies come out prompt and i just knew it had to be college steve so here we go, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! (i had plans to turn this into a mini series before i started my break and i have part two half written so hopefully i can come back to it when i have the inspiration)

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: brief mention of reader having an unahppy family life, steve's family have basically adopted her at this point, childhood best friends to lovers (eventually) steve has the biggest crush on the reader and has no idea that she feels the same, reader is briefly described as having skin that can tan and freckles but if you blink then you'll miss it, fluff, so much fluff. (also not proofread, shock horror)

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.3k

summary:

the start of summer is marked by your arrival at the rogers' cabin in upstate new york, just like it has been since you were a kid but this time it's different. you and steve are harbouring a secret from each other. the catch is, you have no idea that it's the same secret.

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you'd been spending the summer at steve's parents cabin upstate for as long as you could remember, since you were four years old—through every stage of life until college rolled around and you went your separate ways, not without tears first. two states away felt like two worlds away, but the two of you made it work, long weekend drives either way, meeting in the middle when workloads got too much. but now it was summer, which meant weeks together again like you'd never been apart. and real joy. so much joy. family life had never been kind to you, but the rogers had taken you under their wing like an injured bird who just needed to learn to fly again.

"i don't think your dad's ever grilled up an appropriate amount of food in his life. he's like a grill wizard, he's too good." you groaned as you dropped down onto the porch step next to him, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. it felt like you were about to burst if you so much as looked at another burger. it was practically the stuff of legend, the stuff he couldn't do with a grill wasn't worth knowing. "yeah, he's never gonna change. he could feed a small army every time he lights that thing up. he's gonna take a look at your truck tomorrow, see if he can find that noise. you really shouldn't have driven it down here." he scolded half halfheartedly, a complete lack of any kind of heat behind it.

your truck had been on her last legs for years at this point, you'd been saying it was the old girls last ride for three summers now, and yet, she lived. mainly because of the work his dad poured into her every summer, not because you asked, but because he wanted to. "you think we're gonna get a good glow tonight?" you deflected as you squinted into the darkening back yard like you'd magically make the fireflies start up like that. "there was last night. couldn't sleep, came and sat out here with maggie." he nodded towards the golden retriever who'd wrapped herself around your legs, tail thumping lazily against the decking as you reached down—running a hand through her now greying fur. his mom always said it was where all the love and pets she'd gotten over the years had rubbed the colour off, and you preferred to think about it like that other than her age catching up with her.

"you should have come and woke me up, i'd have come out with you." you said softly, turning your head enough to give him a smile. god, you'd smiled at him a million times by now but now but it never failed to knock the air straight out of his lungs, his heart doing a traitorous little flip. he wasn't entirely sure you knew just how good you looked like this. the sun had caught you over the bridge of your nose, the tanning skin making your eyes pop and the freckled more prominent. he knew every line, every bump of your face—he'd drawn it so many times, not that he'd admit it. he had drawings of you in the back of almost every sketchbook he'd ever started, a fact that couldn't be pulled out of him even under duress.

the reasoning?

he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life. he had done since you were sixteen, he wasn't sure the exact moment but he could pinpoint it somewhere around the afternoon you'd spent chasing maggie up and down in the beach and then collapsed into his arms like it was nothing, like it was somewhere safe. but he was terrified of ruining the friendship and losing you forever. so it stayed under lock and key as his secret.

"didn't see much point in both of us losing sleep." he shrugged, returning your smile. the sun going down had brought a cool chill with it, one that sent a shiver through you as you moved to scratch behind maggies ears instead. steve noticed, already shrugging his shirt off and draping it over your shoulders. it settled around you like a warm hug that smelled vaguely like oil paints, cedar trees, and the same aftershave he'd been wearing since forever. "thanks." you breathed softly, retrieving your hand as the dog slowly drifted off to sleep. you always seemed to end up wearing his clothes, it shouldn't have still given you that warm fuzzy feeling, but it did.

neither of you said anything for a while, just listened to the rustle of the trees in the breeze and someone slamming their car door somewhere down the block.

"look." steve whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you as he nodded towards seemingly thin air until you saw it. the tiny glows starting to flicker in the night, floating through the air like some kind of magic. it didn't matter how many times you saw it, it never stopped being special—especially with him next to you, it was one of those moments you wished that you could freeze and make last forever. you were too wrapped up in the beauty playing out in front of you to notice that he'd shifted closer, or so he thought.

his hand brushing against yours on the decking. your hand felt colder in comparison to his, he'd always ran so much warmer than you had, a god send when it was cold out in the winter. "you're closer than you were a second ago." you murmured, still looking out into the night instead of him because you were scared of the things that might fall from your mouth if you did. he, on the other hand, was grateful for the darkness of the night because otherwise you'd have seen the fact that he was blushing hard, hard enough for it to be creeping up the back of his neck and up into the tip of his ears.

for a split second, he was tempted to lace his fingers through yours and just hold your hand properly. the thought went as quickly as it had came, replaced by the fact you hadn't pulled away—something he was more than happy to hold onto. "don't scare them off." you murmured as you fished your phone out of your pocket with your free hand, snapping a million pictures that would end up in your summer folder with all the others you'd taken over the years.

he wasn't looking at the fireflies anymore, his eyes were firmly fixed on you—on the way your eyes were bright with almost childlike wonder, even if it was the same sight you'd seen before. he couldn't look away even if he wanted to, which he didn't. he wasn't sure if you were aware or not, you probably were in some kinda way, but he didn't care. he could watch you for hours and never get bored.

"i wasn't looking at the fireflies." he said so quietly that it was barely audible above everything else. the glow could spread out in front of him for a hundred miles and he wouldn't pay it a single second of attention, not with you right there. his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, tentatively at first and then more freely when you still didn't pull away. outside you looked unbothered, like you didn't even realise what was happening. but inside? inside your heart was pounding so hard it felt like there was a legitimate risk of it bursting out of your chest.

and the best, or worst depending on your viewpoint, was that you both felt exactly the same way but were so unaware of it.

it was going to be a long summer.

[avaisinsane]

CUTEST THING EVERRRR GAHHH I LOVE THEMMMM

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sickly sweet.

bucky barnes x sick!reader

summary: a wave of nausea hits you in the middle of your shower, causing you to collapse on the spot and bucky can't bear to see his sweet baby like that.

warnings: FLUFFILINGUS AMOUNTS OF FLUFF, established relationship (they're married sorry I js love husband!bucky ugh), whipped!bucky, extra doting!bucky, slightly paranoid!bucky, descriptions of nausea and vomiting so it might be a lil disgusting, reader described to be naked (ion think anyone showers w clothes on), nicknames (sweetie, angel, babydoll, doll, sugar, baby, sweets), not rly proofread (what's new)

word count: ~1.8k words

note: before tumblr decided to betray me, i was saying that im back w another lil drabble cus the clark and bucky fics are taking me ages and i need some happiness in my life.

The room is quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioner running. The room smells like sea salt and cinnamon from the candle kept on the bedside table. Bucky is sat on the bed, holding a book in his hands.

But his attention is not on the book, it's on you and how adorable you look right now.

You're running all over the place, grabbing all sorts of products and your towels for your everything shower. Your hands are so full that you can't even lock the door of the en suite bathroom. You don't lock the door around him anyway. Because Bucky is extra paranoid when it comes to you. He wants to be able reach you as quickly as he can just in case something happens to you without anything in his way.

Bucky still doesn't quite understand what you even do in those everything showers, but he knows you look forward to them every weekend so he doesn't want to ruin your fun by asking stupid questions.

He smiles when he hears the water running and your soft, slightly off key hums with it. It calms him down. Bucky had trained himself to focus on you early on in the relationship and it really helped him shut off the voices in his head. Now, it's almost like second nature. His enhanced hearing is almost always focused on you and your sweet little sounds.

He opens his book, opening the page he'd last bookmarked by the bookmark you'd made for him last month. Even though it's only a simple piece of paper, he still cherishes it dearly because you've made it for him. You love making crafts and he's the one privileged enough who gets to keep all of them, whether it's a photo carousel or a simple bookmark.

Bucky is at peace. His eyes scan over the words on the page as he waits for you to get out.

But he immediately stiffens up when he hears a sound that's awfully a lot like you throwing up. His heart drops to his stomach at the thought of you being in any kind of danger. He immediately abandons the book and knocks on the door of the bathroom.

"Sweetie? You okay in there?"

When you don't answer, Bucky's concern increases even more. He pushes the door open, running towards the shower as fast as he can.

There, he finds you, sitting right there on the shower floor, slumped against the wall with your head lolled to the side. You're panting. There's drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as the shower sprays down water on you. He frowns at the sight and slides the shower door open.

When Bucky is inside, he shuts the water off and crouches down in front of you. He cups your face and his frown deepens. Your eyes are unfocused and dazed but at least you're concious.

"Talk to me, angel, tell me what's wrong," he coos, his thumbs running over your cheek. He hates seeing you like this. Usually, you're so energetic and cheerful, but right now, you can barely even manage to keep your eyes open.

"Don't know, Jamie, feel all dizzy, I can't stand. I also threw up," you feebly manage to stutter out, voice groggy from the acid in your throat. Your hands grasp his shoulders as he picks you up and you fully lean against him. There's still shampoo in your hair, suds of soap all over your arms and legs.

Bucky holds you against him as he grabs the showerhead with his vibranium arm, gently rinsing the soap off your body. You lean against him, pliant and trusting as he washes you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, which is burning up, your whole body is.

He doesn't understand. You were fine just thirty minutes ago before you went to shower and now you're looking so sick.

"Oh, babydoll, you're burnin' up," he mutters, holding you tighter. His clothes are getting wet, but he doesn't care about that. The only thing on his mind is that you're sick and he has to take care of you.

"Head hurts so bad, Buck," you mumble against his chest, your hands wrapping around his waist to keep yourself upright.

Once you're properly rinsed, Bucky carries you out of the shower. He presses kisses along your hairline, setting you down on the counter in the bathroom. He grabs a towel and wraps it around your frame.

"You'll be okay, doll, I'll take care of you, yeah?" he says as he stands in between your legs, patting your hair dry. Even in your sickness, you're still the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

"Bucky—" you try to warn him, but before you can complete your sentence, warm, yellow liquid spews out of your mouth, missing him by just an inch. You bend over to vomit properly and he places a hand on your back, running it up and down. Every lurch of your throat makes his heart squeeze with worry but he still stands there, patient and doting.

"It's okay, sugar, it's not your fault. I'll clean it up, don't worry," he coos at you and turns the tap in the sink on. He rinses your mouth with the water while mumbling soft reassurances to you. You can only look up at him with an apologetic frown, feeling guilty for making his job even harder.

Bucky discards his shirt, cursing under his breath as the wet fabric clings to his skin. You can't lie, the sight of his bare torso does make you feel a little better. He lets go of you and grabs a rag for the dirty floor.

You can't help but focus on his movements. Your eyes travel all over his body, dazedly studying the flex of his arm as he works. He looks up at you and heat rushes to your cheeks as your eyes meet his. He grins at your embarrassment before he focuses back on wiping the floor clean.

As he's done, he stands up, keeping the dirty rag to the side. He walks over to you, picking you up in his arms. Your hands rest on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. Your eyes stay fixed on him, soft and tired, following every movement of his. Bucky smiles down at you and presses a gentle peck to your lips.

"Jamie, no! I have vomit breath!" you whine, giving him a half-hearted shove. He doesn't relent, instead, cups your face and connects your lips to his in a gentle kiss. You can't stay mad at him for longer after that.

"You think I care, angel?" he muses as he pulls away from your lips, connecting your forehead to his. Just to emphasise his point further, he pecks your lips again. Bucky wraps your legs around your waist, making sure you were secure in his arms.

He carries you out of the bathroom, keeping his grip on you tight the whole way. He sits down on the bed with you in his lap. You slump against his chest, the cool air of the room making you shiver. He mumbles and apology in your hair and turns the air conditioner off.

Bucky lets go of you with a kiss to your forehead, laying your back against the headboard. He takes medicine box out of the bedside drawer and rummages through it for a paracetamol.

Your heart warms at the sight of him being so attentive. With a brave attempt, you lean towards him laying your head on his shoulder. Your head is still violently spinning but you try your best to keep it upright.

A surprised smile spreads across Bucky's lips and he wraps an arm around your waist. You nuzzle into his side, the coolness of his cybernetic arm feeling oddly pleasant against your damp skin. The notes of cedar and oak from his aftershave swim around your nostrils, calming you down greatly.

"Be careful, angel," he says, trying not to jostle you too much.

When he finally finds the medicine, he pops a pill out on his hand. Reaching for the bottle of water, Bucky puts the pill in your mouth. You scrunch your nose at the bitter taste of the pill and he snickers.

"You're so cute, baby, y'know that?" he teases, pouring water inside your mouth. You swallow the pill, leaning against him. His eyes travel over the goosebumps on your skin and he gently pulls himself away from you. You whine at the loss of his body heat, looking up at him with a frown.

"Stay here, yeah? I'll be back in just a second," Bucky says, running towards the closet. He opens the door and pulls out one of his warmer henleys.

He rushes back to you with the shirt in his arms, sitting down on the bed. He pulls you in his lap and puts the shirt over your frame. Your body is practically swimming in the henley. You always look so adorable in his clothes, it makes his heart feel so full. He still finds it so hard to believe that he gets to experience this domesticity with you.

He lays down on the bed, still holding you. Your mouth opens into a yawn and tears collect at the corner of your eyes. Bucky wipes them away, pressing kisses along your hairline to comfort you.

"Wanna sleep," you mumble, snuggling yourself into his chest. He smiles and pulls the blanket over your tangled bodies. He lays your head on his human arm while the vibranium one runs over yours to warm you up.

You sigh in contentment, eyes fluttering shut. Your index finger draws little hearts on his abdomen, a gesture that always relaxes both you.

"Goodnight, babydoll," he coos, his hand going up to stroke your hair.

"Night, Buck. I love you."

"Love you too, sugar,"

And just like that, you're pulled into a deep, content slumber. While it is drug induced but part of it also has to do with the safety of being in Bucky's arms.

Bucky looks down at you adoringly, a smile spreading across his lips. You look so peaceful, so trusting. He still can't believe that he's the one at the receiving end of your affection, of your trust. He never thought that he'll ever be worthy of the life he has with you.

But now that he's experienced it, he can't ever think of going back.

"You're everythin' to me, angel."

i hope you liked reading ts one <3. also tysm for a hundred followers and all the love y'all have been showering on my blog. ydk how much it means to me :3 ilysmm ill try my best to write absolute bangers for you cuties 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯

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So cute 🥹🥹🥹 I want Bucky to take of me too

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HEHEHE I KNOW RIGHTTTT

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sickly sweet.

bucky barnes x sick!reader

summary: a wave of nausea hits you in the middle of your shower, causing you to collapse on the spot and bucky can't bear to see his sweet baby like that.

warnings: FLUFFILINGUS AMOUNTS OF FLUFF, established relationship (they're married sorry I js love husband!bucky ugh), whipped!bucky, extra doting!bucky, slightly paranoid!bucky, descriptions of nausea and vomiting so it might be a lil disgusting, reader described to be naked (ion think anyone showers w clothes on), nicknames (sweetie, angel, babydoll, doll, sugar, baby, sweets), not rly proofread (what's new)

word count: ~1.8k words

note: before tumblr decided to betray me, i was saying that im back w another lil drabble cus the clark and bucky fics are taking me ages and i need some happiness in my life.

The room is quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioner running. The room smells like sea salt and cinnamon from the candle kept on the bedside table. Bucky is sat on the bed, holding a book in his hands.

But his attention is not on the book, it's on you and how adorable you look right now.

You're running all over the place, grabbing all sorts of products and your towels for your everything shower. Your hands are so full that you can't even lock the door of the en suite bathroom. You don't lock the door around him anyway. Because Bucky is extra paranoid when it comes to you. He wants to be able reach you as quickly as he can just in case something happens to you without anything in his way.

Bucky still doesn't quite understand what you even do in those everything showers, but he knows you look forward to them every weekend so he doesn't want to ruin your fun by asking stupid questions.

He smiles when he hears the water running and your soft, slightly off key hums with it. It calms him down. Bucky had trained himself to focus on you early on in the relationship and it really helped him shut off the voices in his head. Now, it's almost like second nature. His enhanced hearing is almost always focused on you and your sweet little sounds.

He opens his book, opening the page he'd last bookmarked by the bookmark you'd made for him last month. Even though it's only a simple piece of paper, he still cherishes it dearly because you've made it for him. You love making crafts and he's the one privileged enough who gets to keep all of them, whether it's a photo carousel or a simple bookmark.

Bucky is at peace. His eyes scan over the words on the page as he waits for you to get out.

But he immediately stiffens up when he hears a sound that's awfully a lot like you throwing up. His heart drops to his stomach at the thought of you being in any kind of danger. He immediately abandons the book and knocks on the door of the bathroom.

"Sweetie? You okay in there?"

When you don't answer, Bucky's concern increases even more. He pushes the door open, running towards the shower as fast as he can.

There, he finds you, sitting right there on the shower floor, slumped against the wall with your head lolled to the side. You're panting. There's drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as the shower sprays down water on you. He frowns at the sight and slides the shower door open.

When Bucky is inside, he shuts the water off and crouches down in front of you. He cups your face and his frown deepens. Your eyes are unfocused and dazed but at least you're concious.

"Talk to me, angel, tell me what's wrong," he coos, his thumbs running over your cheek. He hates seeing you like this. Usually, you're so energetic and cheerful, but right now, you can barely even manage to keep your eyes open.

"Don't know, Jamie, feel all dizzy, I can't stand. I also threw up," you feebly manage to stutter out, voice groggy from the acid in your throat. Your hands grasp his shoulders as he picks you up and you fully lean against him. There's still shampoo in your hair, suds of soap all over your arms and legs.

Bucky holds you against him as he grabs the showerhead with his vibranium arm, gently rinsing the soap off your body. You lean against him, pliant and trusting as he washes you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, which is burning up, your whole body is.

He doesn't understand. You were fine just thirty minutes ago before you went to shower and now you're looking so sick.

"Oh, babydoll, you're burnin' up," he mutters, holding you tighter. His clothes are getting wet, but he doesn't care about that. The only thing on his mind is that you're sick and he has to take care of you.

"Head hurts so bad, Buck," you mumble against his chest, your hands wrapping around his waist to keep yourself upright.

Once you're properly rinsed, Bucky carries you out of the shower. He presses kisses along your hairline, setting you down on the counter in the bathroom. He grabs a towel and wraps it around your frame.

"You'll be okay, doll, I'll take care of you, yeah?" he says as he stands in between your legs, patting your hair dry. Even in your sickness, you're still the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

"Bucky—" you try to warn him, but before you can complete your sentence, warm, yellow liquid spews out of your mouth, missing him by just an inch. You bend over to vomit properly and he places a hand on your back, running it up and down. Every lurch of your throat makes his heart squeeze with worry but he still stands there, patient and doting.

"It's okay, sugar, it's not your fault. I'll clean it up, don't worry," he coos at you and turns the tap in the sink on. He rinses your mouth with the water while mumbling soft reassurances to you. You can only look up at him with an apologetic frown, feeling guilty for making his job even harder.

Bucky discards his shirt, cursing under his breath as the wet fabric clings to his skin. You can't lie, the sight of his bare torso does make you feel a little better. He lets go of you and grabs a rag for the dirty floor.

You can't help but focus on his movements. Your eyes travel all over his body, dazedly studying the flex of his arm as he works. He looks up at you and heat rushes to your cheeks as your eyes meet his. He grins at your embarrassment before he focuses back on wiping the floor clean.

As he's done, he stands up, keeping the dirty rag to the side. He walks over to you, picking you up in his arms. Your hands rest on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. Your eyes stay fixed on him, soft and tired, following every movement of his. Bucky smiles down at you and presses a gentle peck to your lips.

"Jamie, no! I have vomit breath!" you whine, giving him a half-hearted shove. He doesn't relent, instead, cups your face and connects your lips to his in a gentle kiss. You can't stay mad at him for longer after that.

"You think I care, angel?" he muses as he pulls away from your lips, connecting your forehead to his. Just to emphasise his point further, he pecks your lips again. Bucky wraps your legs around your waist, making sure you were secure in his arms.

He carries you out of the bathroom, keeping his grip on you tight the whole way. He sits down on the bed with you in his lap. You slump against his chest, the cool air of the room making you shiver. He mumbles and apology in your hair and turns the air conditioner off.

Bucky lets go of you with a kiss to your forehead, laying your back against the headboard. He takes medicine box out of the bedside drawer and rummages through it for a paracetamol.

Your heart warms at the sight of him being so attentive. With a brave attempt, you lean towards him laying your head on his shoulder. Your head is still violently spinning but you try your best to keep it upright.

A surprised smile spreads across Bucky's lips and he wraps an arm around your waist. You nuzzle into his side, the coolness of his cybernetic arm feeling oddly pleasant against your damp skin. The notes of cedar and oak from his aftershave swim around your nostrils, calming you down greatly.

"Be careful, angel," he says, trying not to jostle you too much.

When he finally finds the medicine, he pops a pill out on his hand. Reaching for the bottle of water, Bucky puts the pill in your mouth. You scrunch your nose at the bitter taste of the pill and he snickers.

"You're so cute, baby, y'know that?" he teases, pouring water inside your mouth. You swallow the pill, leaning against him. His eyes travel over the goosebumps on your skin and he gently pulls himself away from you. You whine at the loss of his body heat, looking up at him with a frown.

"Stay here, yeah? I'll be back in just a second," Bucky says, running towards the closet. He opens the door and pulls out one of his warmer henleys.

He rushes back to you with the shirt in his arms, sitting down on the bed. He pulls you in his lap and puts the shirt over your frame. Your body is practically swimming in the henley. You always look so adorable in his clothes, it makes his heart feel so full. He still finds it so hard to believe that he gets to experience this domesticity with you.

He lays down on the bed, still holding you. Your mouth opens into a yawn and tears collect at the corner of your eyes. Bucky wipes them away, pressing kisses along your hairline to comfort you.

"Wanna sleep," you mumble, snuggling yourself into his chest. He smiles and pulls the blanket over your tangled bodies. He lays your head on his human arm while the vibranium one runs over yours to warm you up.

You sigh in contentment, eyes fluttering shut. Your index finger draws little hearts on his abdomen, a gesture that always relaxes both you and him.

"Goodnight, babydoll," he coos, his hand going up to stroke your hair.

"Night, Buck. I love you."

"Love you too, sugar,"

And just like that, you're pulled into a deep, content slumber. While it is drug induced but part of it also has to do with the safety of being in Bucky's arms.

Bucky looks down at you adoringly, a smile spreading across his lips. You look so peaceful, so trusting. He still can't believe that he's the one at the receiving end of your affection, of your trust. He never thought that he'll ever be worthy of the life he has with you.

But now that he's experienced it, he can't ever think of going back.

"You're everythin' to me, angel."

i hope you liked reading ts one <3. also tysm for a hundred followers and all the love y'all have been showering on my blog. ydk how much it means to me :3 ilysmm ill try my best to write absolute bangers for you cuties 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯

[avaisinsane]

going back to my situationship roots with this one 😝😝

[wisdxmwrites]

Beefy Bucky Appreciation Post

best Bucky era oat. argue w the wall.

[avaisinsane]

NGHHHHHHH

[alpinebarnesworld]

[ohangeleyes]

alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY to entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.

[ohangeleyes]

this!!! i completely forgot to mention this!!! so many anon bots have been treating authors like some robots who HAVE to post fanfics 24/7!! happened to my lovely talented mutuals too. you do nothing to contribute to the community or support the authors, you don't like, don't reblog, you don't leave a comment and then you think you get a say in what others will write or get mad that someone's writing style doesn't match the one you like.

get over urself girl omfg. you don't get a say in shit. ‼️‼️‼️

[avaisinsane]

I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR FUCKING AGES LIKE STOP TALKING ABT TUMBLR, TS SHII USED TO BE MY SAFE PLACE BUT NOW I CANT EVEN HAVE THAT BECAUSE OF INFLUENCERS WHO CAN'T KEEP THEIR MOUTHS SHUT 🫩🫩🫩🫩

[avaisinsane]

it's like 20% done but I'll be quick i promise 😓