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Careless Whisper ✧

bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 1979

tw: throwing food, minor mention of alchohol

The first time it happened was during a training session.

Bucky had you pinned to the wall, close enough to feel his breath against your face. You didn't even notice how close you were because you were so focused on analysing what moves he did to get you into that position.

Then you hear music suddenly start playing. 

Loudly.

Sam is standing in the corner with his phone blasting at full volume. He's playing Careless Whisper.

Bucky looks confused. He doesn't even know or care about George Micheal, he has no idea how annoying this is.

"Sam!" You shout, managing to push Bucky away. "Turn that off!"

Oh, now thats a mistake. You reacted strongly, which means Sam will start doing this constantly to antagonise you. He chuckles at the realisation. "Oh, calm down. Just playing some background music for you two lovebirds."

"Well, could you not?" You glare daggers at him.  You can feel your face beginning to warm up, and you have no clue if it's because you're mad or flustered. Maybe both.

Sam looks up, putting a finger to his chin to act like he's actually thinking about it before shrugging. "Nah."

"Lovebirds?" Bucky speaks up, folding his arms over his chest. He now has an idea of what that song means. "Sam, do you not have anything better to do?"

"Nope!" Sam laughs, turning around to make a quick exit, but he hits play on Spotify once more to get one last reaction out of you.

You throw a shoe at him.

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The next time it happens is a few hours later at the dinner table.

Tony ordered about ten boxes of pizza, and much to your disapproval, you were chosen to carry them all the way from floor one to floor eight. 

Bucky decides to be a gentleman, unlike the rest of the team and tags along to help you.

When you two step out of the elevator, he's carrying every single box because he refused to let you help in any way. Sam immediately pulls out his phone at the sight and blasts the song at full volume. The team's heads all turn towards Bucky and you.

You groan in frustration, your hands clenching at your sides. You know you should just ignore him, but with the whole team staring at you and that evil grin on his face, it feels impossible. "Sam, I swear to Thor's Dad-"

Bucky throws an entire box of pizza at him with perfect aim before you can even start threatening him.

It hits Sam's stomach with a loud thud, and the lid pops open, causing the slices to fall onto the floor. It also causes the entire team to laugh at him.

Sam lets out a whiny, "Ouch, dude."

"There's your pizza." Bucky gestures to the floor, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he places down the rest of the boxes on the kitchen bench.

You can feel yourself becoming even more attracted to Bucky at this moment.

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Sam playing Careless Whisper starts becoming a regular thing, and you and Bucky throwing things at him also becomes regular.

You also explain to Bucky what exactly the song is, and he compares it to As Time Goes By from the movie Casablanca, which you don't fully understand, but you nod along anyway.

You definitely find yourself talking to Bucky more often. You'll never admit it out loud, but Sam helped break the ice. You have a fat crush on Bucky. You have always looked at it like it's something silly. It's not like you have a serious chance with him. You're you, and he's him. Way out of your league. Right?

You start testing a theory. Whenever Sam plays the song, you smile and laugh instead. You try to hold eye contact with Bucky longer, you start brushing your shoulder against his when you pass him, and so far, you have gotten no hint back from him.

You try not to be sad about it, you knew you had no chance. It's alright, he's just some guy... some very attractive guy.

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"C'mon, tell the DJ to put it on, pleaseeeee!"

What a surprise, Tony threw a party. Totally unexpected and not something he commonly does at all. Cough.

"No, he's playing my usual setlist, and I don't want anything different on." Tony denies Sam of his fun, waving his hand dismissively as his other lifts a shot of vodka to his lips.

"You're boring," Sam scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

Tony does a double-take. "Me? Boring? Ha ha, very funny, Sam."

While Tony and Sam argue like children, Bucky stands alone in the corner of the room, nursing a whiskey. He's not a fan of these parties, but something entertaining always happens, and he has nothing better to do. Though if someone asked, he'd say he has a lot of better things to do.

He always ends up standing alone and observing everyone else. Steve is usually playing pool, Sam tends to get drunk, same with Tony and Thor. Bruce and Nat linger around whoever is the most amusing.

Bucky doesn't do those things. He goes where nobody will approach him.

But then his gaze lands on you.

You're approaching him. You have a dress on, nothing too fancy, but it's still nice. Your hair is down, letting it flow freely, and you look so, so awkward.

He adores it.

You lean against the wall next to him, letting out a tired sigh. "I hate it here."

"Me too," Bucky says, his head tilting slightly. "Have you had anything to drink?"

"Just a little beer," You pout. "I'm trying to be mature and stay sober."

"Ah," he nods. "That's understandable-"

You both hear the beat start to play.

You both groan in sync.

Bucky's eyes dart around, trying to spot Sam. "He got the DJ to play it?"

"Apparently so," You reply, your gaze going to Bucky while he's distracted. "It's getting old."

You want to dance with him. Which is weird, because you've never wanted to dance with a guy before. You don't want to ask him. Yeah, it's the 21st century, screw gender roles or whatever, but you still want him to ask you. Plus, he's old-fashioned.

"People are actually dancing to this," You chuckle quietly, trying to put the idea into his head.

"Yeah," He says gruffly, squinting a little. "It's not a song to dance to."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, it's just not." His tone is getting grumpier with each word. "They should put on Bea Wain or Frank Sinatra."

"C'mon, this song isn't that bad.." You nudge him with your elbow. Take the hint, Bucky. Please.

"It's-" he pauses, his gaze lowering slightly as he thinks. He suddenly notices your hand hovering near his. Is he missing something?

He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from your hand. "I suppose not."

"It's just annoying because Sam plays it constantly," You shrug, eyes roaming his face. Your mouth suddenly feels dry. "It's still, uh, danceable."

Bucky breathes in, then breathes out. That's a hint, right? He's not picking up the wrong signals, right? Right. It's been a long time since he's danced with a girl. Seventy years, to be exact.

"Do-do you want to test that?" He finally suggests, his gaze meeting yours. He's nervous and trying his hardest not to let it show on his face. "If you want to."

Despite you also trying to keep your expression neutral, a shy smile appears on your face. "Yeah, if you want to. I-I don't mind."

"Alright," He agrees, nodding with a quiet grunt.

You both stand there in awkward silence for a moment until Bucky's hand gently finds yours, ready to lead you onto the dance floor.

The loud noise of the music and overlapping voices suddenly seems quieter as he gently tugs you closer, trying to figure out what position to start with.

One hand cautiously moves to your waist, looking at you for silent permission before landing on your waist gently yet firmly. His other hand goes to yours.

Then he starts dancing. He leads, his movements slow as he tries to remember what steps to take. You're already messing up and stepping on his feet.

You mumble a quiet "sorry" whenever you mess up, and he does the same. Even though you're both a bit messy, it's fun. What's the fun in perfection anyway?

"It's been a while since I've done this," He says, leaning in slightly so you can hear him over the crowd.

You nod, "That's alright. I've never done this, so it's not like I'm any better."

A small smile tugs at Bucky's lips, and with a sudden surge of confidence, he spins you.

You try to match the flow, letting yourself spin with a giggle before he pulls you closer once again. You remember Steve telling you that Bucky was a good dancer back in the day, and this is certainly proving him correct.

As the night continues, Bucky's shoulders relax, and he becomes less tense. He rarely lets himself feel this free. He always feels like he has to be on the lookout constantly, so this is a nice change for him. Something he can maybe get used to.

You manage to match his pace, your body moving more naturally with his. Careless Whisper stopped playing a while ago, and you barely noticed. You're focused on Bucky's movements, his breath against your face when he pulls you close and his hand placements on your hips that feel slightly lower each time you notice it.

"Thank you," Bucky speaks up after a little while, his gaze meeting yours.

Your head tilts. "For what?"

"Getting me to dance," He explains, giving you the most genuine smile you've ever seen him do. "I missed it."

"Don't thank me," You laugh softly. "Thank Sam, for playing the song."

He scoffs, "Yeah, no, He'd never shut up."

"Good point." Your dancing slows to match his gentle swaying. "Still, he kind of broke the ice, right?"

"I guess so," Bucky hums in agreement. "Never tell him that, though."

"Of course," You nod, now trying to hold eye contact. Your gaze flickers to his lips for a moment.

He doesn't miss the glance, he just can't tell if it was a hint or not, so he also lets his eyes wander down to your lips too.

When you mimic him, that's when he knows you want to kiss him.

He leans in ever-so-slightly, testing the waters.

Your eyes meet his, and you give him a small, simple nod of consent.

The hand on your shoulder carefully creeps up to rest on your neck, just barely brushing your jawline. He uses that to pull you closer, and then your lips finally meet his.

The kiss is soft and hesitant, something that feels new but nice, like most first kisses. His nose pokes your cheek as he tries to find an angle that's comfortable. Your hands go to his shoulders, unsure but gentle. The noise around you drowns out...

Then you hear a loud, annoying voice yelling, "I told you guys!"

You both force yourselves to pull away, your heads turning in the direction of the voice. It's Sam ruining the moment from the other side of the room, pointing directly at you two with the biggest grin ever. The rest of the team is also looking at you, thanks to Sam.

"I hate him," Bucky grumbles, his hand still resting on the side of your neck. "I really do."

"You're a good kisser," You comment quietly, but randomly. You don't care about Sam at this moment.

Bucky's focus goes back to you, a small smirk on his face. "You too, darlin'."

A blush spreads across your face. "Shush."

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Late Night Talking ✧

bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 606

tw: none

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Bucky’s in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee. His shirt is off and he’s in casual sweatpants. No loud Avengers, no Sam making bad jokes in his ear, no Steve talking about the past and nobody looking at him. Just his own thoughts and the sound of the coffee machine.

Then, he hears footsteps.

Bucky looks over his shoulder, surprised that someone is awake at this time of night. It’s 4am, after all.

It’s you in your pyjamas, your hair frizzy sticking out messily. You clearly just woke up. Your shoulders are slumped and you almost walk into the wall but you make a last-second turn.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s.

You blink, lazily leaning against the wall. “..Hey, sergeant.”

He raises an eyebrow, fully turning his body to face you. “Hey.”

You stare at each other for what feels like an hour before he tears his gaze away from you.

“Mornin’” You mumble, pushing yourself off the wall and walking tiredly over to the fridge. You let out a yawn as you open the fridge door, stretching one arm out. “Why is the cornflakes in the fridge..?”

Bucky tries not to look at you, but he can’t help it. You look silly.

For a minute, there is a comfortable silence.

“I had a dream,” You randomly speak up, “Steve was chasing me with a car.”

Bucky is halfway through a sip of his coffee when you say that. He nearly chokes.

“And Tony was with me and he was also running,” You explain your dream to Bucky in detail as you start preparing breakfast for yourself. “The car was a Toyota, I think. I don’t know, but Steve was really angry at both Tony and me for some reason. I don’t know how we outran a car, but eventually, Steve crashed into a tree and started chasing us on foot-”

Bucky has a confused look on his face, leaning against the counter as you explain your dream. He hesitates before interrupting, “Where was this dream set?”

“Uh..” You think for a moment, squinting as you try to remember. “A neighbourhood or something, but it became a forest. But anyway, he chased us into a wall which is when Tony started fist-fighting him-”

“Did he lose?”

“I’m getting to that part,” You grab a bowl and glance at him, “Steve started tugging his hair and he did not like that, he was so angry he kicked him in the balls.”

Bucky places down his coffee, completely invested in your unusual dream. He’s started to wonder if you even know what time it is, you’re acting like it’s at least seven in the morning.

“So Steve’s shield turned into ice cream and he threw it at Tony,” You giggle, pouring cornflakes into the bowl. “Then Nat appeared from somewhere and beat both of them to a pulp, so she won.”

Bucky almost laughs, “Sounds about right.”

“Literally,” You yawn as you sit down at the counter, starting to eat your cereal. “That’s all I remember, I think I woke up after that.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

Your head tilts. “Like, 8am?”

“It’s 4am, darlin’.”

You blink. “Oh.”

Bucky’s lips twitch into a slight smile at your realisation. “You talk a lot in the morning.”

“Sorry,” You glance away, clearly embarrassed. You probably just talked off his ear. “I didn’t check the time.”

“It’s alright,” Bucky gives you a soft smile before his expression goes back to its normal grumpy state. He turns his back to you as he turns on the coffee machine again.

“..More coffee, really?”

“Don’t question it, doll.”

(edit: if u read this before and saw my 8pm typo plz pretend u never saw it.)

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Best Friend Vigilante ♪

peter parker x fem!bestfriend!reader

words: 1.2k

tw: blood, injuries

summary: finding out your best friend is Spider-Man.

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Spider-Man crashes into your fire escape loudly. You immediately get out of bed when you hear the noise and dash over to the window of your room.

You blink in shock before opening your window as quickly as possible. “Spider-Man!?”

He coughs a few times, then gestures for you to move out of the way and proceeds to climb through your window, grunting in pain as he lands awkwardly on the floor.

You close your window behind him, then quickly kneel beside him. This is very much not what you expected to happen tonight. What are you even supposed to do in this situation?

“Uh..” You stare at him for a good moment, thinking of what you should say before saying it. “Do you need.. a med-kit?”

Spider-Man hisses in pain, taking a moment to catch his breath before nodding. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”

You nod back, immediately panicking when you realise you have no idea where your med-kit is, or if you even have one. But you get up anyway and sprint desperately around your apartment.

When you return to your room with the med-kit you don’t find Spider-Man, you find Peter Parker, your best friend.

You stare blankly at Peter, who’s sitting on the edge of your bed. His mask is discarded on the floor, and he’s looking at you with an awkward yet goofy smile. Blood is dripping down his chin from his lip.

“Peter-Man..” You mumble in shock, then shake your head. “I-I mean, Peter..?”

“I’m Spider-Man.” He says bluntly, tilting his head and studying your expression for your reaction. His awkward smile becomes even more awkward, if that’s even possible.

“Peter.. you’re..” You trail off, then you scream, “You’re WHAT!?”

His smile fades slowly. “Surprise..?”

“Surprise?” You don’t know if you’re angry or not, but you take a few steps to close the distance and stand between his legs. “You’re Peter Parker, my best friend, and you’re Spider-Man!?

He puts his hand on your waist automatically. “Listen-”

“Listen?” You echo, disbelief clear on your face. You drop the med-kit and grab his shoulders to shake him. “You go out and get beaten by criminals every day, and you didn't tell me!?”

“Man..” He hisses in pain. “Don’t shake a guy who needs immediate medical attention.”

You pause at that, and then you let go of him. You take a deep breath, “..Sorry.”

“Just-” He grunts and clutches his side. “Help me out here.”

“Right, right,” You nod rapidly, bending over to grab the kit you dropped on the floor. You set it on the bed and open it, pulling every useful item out of it. “It doesn't have much, I-I don’t use it often.”

Peter grabs the bandage, putting it in his mouth and ripping it with his teeth.

You admire his attractiveness for a moment before telling yourself ‘Don’t find your best friend attractive when he’s bleeding’ and snapping yourself out of it. “Isn’t the other steps before bandaging.. like cleaning the wound?”

He pauses, his gaze flicking to yours. “Grab a wet towel and whatever cream you have. Knowing you, you probably don’t have much pain relief around here.”

You roll your eyes before running off to your bathroom.

You return with a wet towel, a container of pills and anti-septic cream. “See, I do have good stuff.”

Peter tries to take the wet towel but you quickly pull it away. “I’ll help.”

He squints suspiciously at you, but unzips his suit anyway and reveals his muscular but incredibly bloody torso. “Are you sure you want to?”

“Mhm,” You mumble, gesturing for him to get more comfortable on your bed. He shifts back and leans his back against the headboard, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

You sit on the side, glancing at him for permission before gently starting to dab and wipe at his torso and try to ignore his abs. He lets out a quiet groan of pain which makes you feel guilty. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

His eyes flutter shut. “I have a high pain tolerance.”

“Or you’re just stubborn.”

He opens one eye. “You’re more stubborn than I am, though.”

You press on one of his bruises, your lips twitching as he grunts. One, you probably shouldn't do that, it’s petty. Two, you shouldn't find that attractive.

“You’re mean,” Peter grumbles, letting out an annoyed huff. “Here I am, bloodied and bruised and you’re causing me more pain.”

“That’s what you get,” You shrug. “For not telling me you’re a vigilante.”

He’s silent for a moment, processing this situation and his own thoughts before speaking, “..Are you actually mad?”

“No,” You answer, letting out a sigh as you flip the wet towel to the less bloody side. “Just.. very shocked.”

“M’ sorry..” He opens both eyes, tilting his head to look at you. “I didn’t want to drag you into this chaos, I wanted to keep you at a distance, but you’re my best friend-”

“Peter, shush,” You put your hand over his mouth, successfully silencing him. He glares at you.

You smile slightly, putting the bloody towel on your bedside with your free hand so you can grab the anti-septic cream. “This is.. awesome. My best friend is a hero. I mean, it is scary and alarming but still so awesome.”

Peter snorts, but that causes him to pull a muscle and wince. His voice comes out muffled from behind your hand, “Awesome, really?”

“Yeah, but like I said, also scary.” You avoid eye contact and remove your hand from his mouth, focusing on applying the cream to his wounds. “..Very scary.”

He goes quiet, watching you tend to his wounds silently. He feels a pang of guilt. He doesn't want to scare you, he wants to tell you he’s perfectly okay and nothing will happen to him, but he can’t guarantee that. And the fact that you’re tending to his injuries works against him.

You grab the bandages. “I don’t have gauze. I heard that’s different from bandages, I-I don’t know.”

“That’s fine, honey.”

You try not to show how the nickname affects you, instead putting all your focus into bandaging his torso.

“Honey,” He repeats, his lips twitching.

Warmth creeps up your neck. “Mhm?”

“Nothing, just watching you blush.”

You freeze, your eyes flicking to his. “I’m not blushing, Parker.”

“But you are,” He grins, moving his hand to pinch your cheek. “It’s adorable.”

You swat his hand away. “Shut your mouth before I press one of your bruises again.”

You’re both quiet for a full minute.

“..You’re pretty.”

“Parker, don't even.”

“How long have we been best friends?”

You sigh. “Six years.”

“And you’re single, and I’m single-”

You press on his bruise, causing him to wince. “Shut it.”

“You’re usually sweeter than this,” He comments, tilting his head. “Am I making you nervous?”

“You’re usually not as confident as this,” You retort, grabbing his arm to wrap a bandage around it too. “Nerd.”

“Well, maybe it's the adrenaline but I really want to call you beautiful.” He winks when you meet his gaze once again. “Seriously, your hair is perfect right now.”

“Peter-”

“It’s so messy,” He continues. “Making me question things, like why aren't we dating-”

He groans as you press one of his bruises to shut him up. “You’re brutal, baby. I’d prefer a shut-up kiss.”

“Just stop talking.”

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✧ Cut My Hair, Lose Myself

bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 767

tw: hair cutting

summary: you have long hair that bucky loves, but you impulsively decide to cut it.

Bucky adores your hair. He loves how it looks when the light hits it, how it gets messy in the morning, how you brush it aggressively when it doesn't do what you want and when he cards his fingers through it.

It's long, luscious, and well taken care of. Well, it was.

You haven't done it in a long time, but when you feel low and get frustrated you tend to cut your hair. Something is calming about cutting your hair, you're not quite sure what it is, but it makes you feel like you're on cloud nine.

You've been feeling fantastic since you started dating Bucky. He's thoughtful, a little grumpy, a gentleman and extremely attractive. To you, he's perfect - flaws and all. You were shocked when he asked you out because you thought you were totally out of his league. The first thing he complimented was your hair. Immediately, you decided you were never going to cut it again.

But here you stand, in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at yourself in the reflection. Hair has fallen onto the floor and the sink. Your precious waist-length hair is now at neck length. You think you like it, it's definitely a big change but you feel a wave of calm fall over you.

..Until you remember you have a boyfriend.

A boyfriend who praises your hair every single day, who said it's one of his favourite things about you. Now you're starting to regret this. You start to panic and mutter self-deprecating words to yourself as you pick up the hair off the floor. 'Maybe I could just hide it with hair extensions? How much do those cost? Would Bucky notice!? He'd notice it when he runs his fingers through my hair. When is he coming over next-'

The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts your thoughts.

You almost scream. It's probably Bucky, nobody ever comes over but him. You shove your cut hair into the trash can before dashing out of the bathroom.

You stand nervously in front of your door. He rang the doorbell again. You're freaking out. You could just.. not answer it. Thats mean. He's your boyfriend.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, then slowly reach your hand towards the door handle. You turn and open it quickly enough so you won't change your mind.

The moment Bucky sees you, he freezes. He stares at you with wide and surprised eyes. This is not what he expected.

You smile awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "..Hi, Buck."

He steps through the doorway and you back up immediately. 'He hates my hair. He's going to dump me-'

"You look different, darlin'," Bucky speaks quietly, gazing at you. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. His lips are parted slightly and his eyes are so very wide.

You chuckle weakly, your voice coming out all stuttery, "I cut my hair."

"I can tell.” He steps closer, his gaze never wavering from you. You don't step back this time, letting him study you. "It's.. something."

"..Something?" You press, trying to figure out his opinion.

"Something," he repeats.

You let out a miserable sigh, your gaze lowering to the floor. He doesn't like it. "I'm sorry, I got frustrated and bored and it was impulsive-"

"No, doll, I like it," Bucky interrupts you quickly, a small smile tugging at his lips. His gaze finally softens. "I more than like it, I love it. You look pretty."

You lift your gaze, your eyes widening slightly. "You like it?”

"Of course I do, what made you think I wouldn't?" Bucky looks almost offended as he uses his foot to push the door shut behind him. "I loved your long hair, but this is just as beautiful."

A big joyful smile slowly appears on your face. "I was so worried, I thought you'd hate me!"

"Hate you? Now that's impossible, darlin'," Bucky smirks as he closes the distance between you two. One of his hands goes to your hip while the other goes to play with your hair. He chuckles. "It’s messy."

"I'm not very good at cutting straight lines, okay?" You testified, rolling your eyes. "And I haven't brushed it properly."

“You look perfect,” Bucky says, gently kissing your forehead with pure love. “You always do.”

Your expression softens immediately, a wave of calm hitting you like the feeling you felt when you chopped off your hair. You don't need to cut your hair impulsively, you have the best boyfriend ever.

that’s a lie, you’re totally going to cut it again.

(I discovered I like writing in this point of view SO much more. Im obsessed with writing and improving at the moment)

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Big Biceps ✧

bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: 550

tw: biting, baking

I wrote this in like half an hour sorry it’s short..

You and Bucky had been dating for a month now. You were still a little shy and giggly around him, and he was still awkward and quiet around you. You two hadn’t really.. touched each other yet. You had cuddled and made out a few times, but nothing past that.

You weren't the type to make the first move. He had to do everything first. The first kiss, hug and date were all initiated by him.

Slowly, you gained more confidence and started complimenting him and accepting compliments without shying away. You started staring at him and not caring if he noticed. And wow, his biceps were amazing. You definitely checked him out when you first met him, but you swore his biceps got bigger over the month you had been dating. He replaced his metal arm with another one that the Wakandans made for him.

He wouldn’t let you touch the metal arm yet. So of course, you went for the next best thing.

When you and him were baking together, you couldn't help but notice that his bicep flexed when he mixed the cake batter. It made you bite your lip, and want to bite his bicep.

So that’s exactly what you did.

You waited for the right moment, making sure he wasn't paying much attention to you and you subtly pulled up his short sleeve.

You hesitated, and then bit down on his bicep.

Bucky froze his movements, blinking. He kept his gaze ahead before slowly turning his head towards you. “..Doll, what are you doing?”

You grinned playfully around his bicep, sinking your teeth in a little to test his boundaries. Though, you were ready to pull away at any moment, just in case.

Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to respond to that. ‘Is this her flirting? Is she into biting? Do I bite her back? Women never bit me back in the forties-’

He paused as he heard you giggling and relaxed his muscles. ‘She’s just being silly.’

A small but rare smirk tugged at his lips as he gazed at you. “So you’re a vampire, hm?” he teased, flexing his bicep which was still under attack by your teeth.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, biting down harder before releasing him. “I’ve been wanting to do that all month.”

“Oh really?” He almost laughed. Honestly, he’d been wanting to do silly things too. He wanted to mess up your hair or randomly pick you up, but he was worried he’d be too spontaneous and weird and you’d hate him forever and ever. He passed you the spoon he used to mix the cake mixture, knowing that you liked to taste it afterwards.

“Ten out of ten, I’d do it again.” You said casually and then licked the spoon.

“Bet you wish that spoon were my bicep,” He muttered playfully. Immediately he thought, ‘I’m being weird, that was weird, too much-’

“One hundred percent,” You replied, cutting off his overthinking. Don’t think that he didn’t notice your cheeks getting pinker.

‘Shes getting it tonight.’ Bucky smiled at that thought, even though he probably wouldn't have acted on it.. yet.

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Anxiety Lingers

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

tw: panic attack, motorbike

words: 725

I wrote this a while ago so sorry if its rlly bad..

When you and Bucky first started dating, you didn't tell him about your Anxiety Disorder. You didn't think it was important and that he'd never notice it anyway. You totally had it under control.. totally.

The first time Bucky noticed your anxiety was when he took you on a date to a fancy restaurant. It was clean, expensive and there was a dress code. You'd never been to someplace this nice before.

When the waiter took your order, Bucky noticed the way you stuttered and clenched the fabric of your dress.

"Uhm, j-just fries and red wine.. please," You said, your hand gripping so hard your nails almost ripped your dress.

Bucky's gaze studied your every movement throughout the night. The way you played with your food slightly, how you kept spilling a little bit of your drink and the way your eyes darted everywhere but him.

He assumed you were just nervous. You two had only been dating for a month at that point, so he let it go.

But the more time he spent with you, the more he realised you're a highly anxious person, not just nervous around him.

You'd avoid crowds, loud areas, making friends and even Bucky sometimes.

If you were having a particularly bad day, you'd avoid Bucky's calls out of fear of having a boyfriend. You always avoided relationships because you were scared of screwing it up. You always called him back later or the next morning, but it had him worried sometimes.

The first time he realised that there was something deeper going on was when you rode his motorbike for the first time.

The moment he started the motorbike, your hands started getting clammy and you held onto him with a vice grip. He could hear your breathing speeding up gradually.

"You alright back there, doll?" Bucky asked, glancing over his shoulder to try see your expression.

You took a second to reply but nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm great.."

Bucky tried to keep his gaze on the road, but it's hard when your girlfriend is gripping you to the point of almost drawing blood and breathing like a dog after a walk.

Bucky swerved off the road, parking as quickly as he could.

He pulled off his helmet, your arms dropping to your sides as he got off the motorbike.

"Doll, you're being abnormal-" Bucky cut himself off as he saw the state you were in.

You were shaking, bordering on hyperventilating and not daring to look at him as tears filled your eyes.

Bucky stood there awkwardly, debating how to handle this. He hadn't comforted a girl since the forties.

He immediately knelt beside the motorbike, in front of you, and took your shaky hand gently. "Hey, hey, c'mon, look at me."

You sniffled quietly, giving him a few shy glances.

"Doll, hey.." Bucky placed his other hand on your cheek, gently guiding you to look at him. "Can you use your words for me?"

You nodded weakly, taking a deep breath. She let out a few sobs before speaking. "I-I'm scared.."

His expression softened and his thumb gently swept under your eye, wiping away a tear. "That's okay, doll. Motorbikes are scary-"

"Not just motorbikes, I'm scared of everything," You said between sobs, your hand gripping his. "I-I didn't want to tell you, but I have an anxiety disorder."

Bucky paused for a second and took a breath, nodding his head. "Right, that's alright. It's all good."

You took a breath that sounded more like a desperate gasp and he immediately sat next to you on the bike, pulling you closer and guiding your head to rest against his shoulder.

"..You're not mad?" You mumbled while still trying to control your breathing.

"No, doll, I ain't mad," Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your head. "Explains a lot, though."

Your lips twitched at the kiss, immediately kissing his shoulder in return.

He waited patiently for you to calm down, rubbing your back and talking gently until he felt your shoulders relax and your breathing normalise.

"Y'know," Bucky looked down at you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "I love long walks."

"What about your motorbike, though?" You frowned a little.

"Walking is way more romantic," Bucky grinned as he stood up and took your hand. "And I'm a gentleman."

[breadohz]

First Drink ♫

tony stark x teen!fem!reader

words: 1103

tw: mention of abandonment and vomit

When Tony found out that he had a kid, his first instinct was to keep his distance.

He only found out about you after your mother gave you up, which was when you were twelve.

He took you in immediately, but he didn't try to get close to you. He thought you resented him for not being around. Which you did, but not as much as he thought. You understood that he didn't know about you, but you still wished he were around when you were little.

When you turned sixteen, you started to go out and party more. Tony wasn't bothered because you were a relatively good kid. You never sneaked out and never yelled. You were just.. tame.

When you came home from your first party, he decided actually to check on you. He remembered that his first party was absolutely awful and he vomited all night.

But when he opened your bedroom door, without knocking, you were sitting in bed. You didn't look drunk or messy.

"Hey, kid," Tony said, leaning against the doorway. "You're home earlier than I thought you'd be."

You lifted your gaze from your phone. "Oh, yeah. I got tired."

"Tired?" Tony raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. "When I was your age, I was vomiting up vodka every night and home by four in the morning."

"That's beautiful, Katie," You replied, yawning.

Tony blinked, not quite understanding what you meant. He assumed it was some random reference. "..Okay, well, did you drink?"

"No.." You mumbled, lying down on your bed. You had never tried to drink alcohol before.

Tony watched you, squinting at you while he thought. "Do you want to?"

You tiredly looked at him. "What, like now?"

"Yeah, now. Under my supervision."

"..are you serious?" You propped yourself up with your elbow, surprised by his suggestion.

"Obviously," Tony rolled his eyes, turning around and gesturing for you to follow him.

You were frozen for a moment but you quickly jumped out of bed, stumbling a little as you caught up with his pace.

He led you to his workshop, where of course, he had a collection of drinks.

"Pick anything you want, kiddo," Tony smirked, crossing his arms.

You stood still for a moment, shocked that you were being allowed to drink anything. You spoke up and pointed after a long silence. "Vodka."

"Alright," Tony replied, immediately grabbing the vodka off the shelf and pouring it into a glass. "Just to warn you, this stuff ain't gentle."

As he handed you the glass, your jaw dropped. He was not kidding, he's genuinely giving you vodka. You grinned and took a sip as quickly as you could.. probably too quickly.

Within an hour you had already drunk too much. Tony didn't stop you, he just watched over you.

"So, like, have you ever crashed into a building in the Iron Man suit?" You asked as you walked around in circles.

"Yep," Tony said simply, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and watching you walk in circles. "Many times, kiddo."

You looked at him with a goofy smile on your face. "Can I crash into a building?"

Tony snorted, shaking his head. "No, why would you even want that?"

"Because it's fun," You shrugged, suddenly pausing your circling to sit on the floor. You already felt a little nauseous.

Tony sighed, glancing around at the bottles on the floor. He probably should've stopped you sooner, but he thought this would make you like him more. His arms dropped to his sides. "Do you feel sick yet?"

"Yeeeeuup," You grinned. "It's awesome."

Tony rolled his eyes and then walked over to you and grabbed your arm to drag you out of his lab. "C'mon, get out before you vomit all over my lab."

"I don't want to get out," You groaned, letting him drag you. "This is fun."

"Well, fun's over," He replied, "You're probably going to throw up in a few minutes."

"Mehmehmehmeh.." You yapped until you arrived at the bathroom. Tony made you sit down near the toilet and silently watched you.

"You don't need to wait, I can vomit by myself." You said confidently as you turned toilet paper into paperplanes.

"Uh-huh." Tony folded his arms, looking slightly amused. He decided to ask a question. "So, what are your thoughts on me?"

"My thoughts?" Your head tilted and you bit your lip, thinking for a moment. "Hm, you're.. cool."

"Cool?" He scoffed. "I'm more than cool."

"Sarcastic, self-absorbed, avoidant, stubborn, huge ego-" You started listing all of his bad traits, but he cut you off.

Tony held up his hand, "I get it, I'm an asshole. But as your dad, what do you think of me?"

For the first time in a while, Tony was almost.. nervous. This was his daughter, who he assumed didn't like him all that much. But he still wanted to know her opinion on him.

"You're alright," You shrugged, glancing away. You actually felt a bit emotional about the topic and you didn't want him to know that. "You don't talk to me much, but you're chill and stuff."

"Chill and stuff.." Tony repeated, letting out an exhausted sigh. She pretty much said he's not around enough. "Better than nothing."

"Though, letting me get drunk is totally the best thing you've done yet," You told him just before leaning over the toilet bowl to throw up your guts.

In a flash, Tony was at your side and pulling back your hair. He grabbed your arm and gently took the hairtie that you always have on off of your wrist, using it to tie your hair into a messy ponytail. "Pretty sure it's the worst thing I've done, kiddo."

"Nah-" You coughed, trying to speak before vomiting again.

Tony rolled his eyes and lightly patted your back. "Stop tryna talk."

After you finished throwing up, Tony helped you walk to your room. You had stopped talking because you felt horrible. You knew a lot of people felt terrible after drinking, but you thought they were just being dramatic.

"Get some sleep, kid," Tony said quietly and kept his voice low and gentle as you laid down in your bed. "I'll check on you in the morning."

"Mm.." You groaned, waving your hand dismissively and hid your face against your pillow. "Whatever, night, Dad."

He'd never admit it out loud, but hearing you call him dad tugged at his heartstrings and made him soften. Even though you were totally unexpected, he's happy that he had a kid. He wanted to do better for you. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

this is so bad sorry..

[breadohz]

Rescued ‎✧

Steve Rogers x Teen!Fem!Reader

words: 1161

Around two months ago, the Avengers went out on a mission to rescue HYDRA victims from a base.

Though when they got there, the base was eerily quiet with no signs of life. The team split up, trying to search for literally anything.

Most of the rooms were empty, there may have been a tool or two on the floor but other than that it looked like they fled and took everything.

At some point, Steve heard chains rattling coming from one of the hallways. He quickly dashed in the direction, contacting the team via coms.

You were curled up in the corner of your cell, wrapped up in a thin blanket and shaking. Your arms could've slipped through the chains, but you seemed to have chosen not to bother.

His initial idea was just to kick down the door, but he tried something more calm.

He crouched down outside the cell, tapping the bars to get your attention.

You lifted your tired gaze and immediately tried to study the mysterious man through your blurry gaze. You just assumed he was a HYDRA agent and lowered your head.

Steve sighed, tilting his head to the side. He decided to go back to his original idea.

He stood and backed up a little to get a running start, then rammed into the door multiple times until it came off its hinges.

You barely paid attention to it, too busy gazing blankly at the floor.

Steve approached slowly and carefully, making sure he didn't make any sudden movements. "Hey, sweetheart.. can you talk?"

You glanced at him, but didn't make any attempt to interact with him.

Steve looked a little defeated and let out another sigh. He spoke in the most gentle voice he could, kneeling beside you. "I'm going to carry you, alright? I'm not here to hurt you."

You just kept staring at the floor.

Steve reached towards you hesitantly, debating how to carry you. One arm wrapped around your back and one under your leg and he lifted you with the most care you felt in years.

You finally looked at him properly, silently studying him. He had his helmet on, so you couldn't see all his features, but you could see his blue eyes darting around for any danger as he started to walk. He didn't have that evil scientist vibe that everyone in HYDRA had.

When he got back to the Quinjet, everyone did a double-take at the sight of you.

"Is she the only one?" Natasha asked, tilting her head.

"Looks like it," Steve answered while he gently set you down in one of the seats. "In the rush to leave they forgot her, I'm assuming."

You watched with curiosity as the team discussed what to do with you. Tony suggested letting the government handle you, and Natasha suggested the hospital but Steve suggested letting you stay in the Avengers Tower for a while.

"We have the medbay, plenty of spare bedrooms and I'll keep an eye on her," Steve said, crossing his arms. "I don't see an issue."

Tony sighed. "Capsicle, we're not qualified babysitters-"

"I said I'd keep an eye on her," Steve interrupted, giving Tony a stern look. "I'll take care of the kid."

Despite Tony's eye roll, he and the team all agreed to let you stay with them for a while.

When they got back to the tower, Steve took you to medbay to get you checked out. You were malnourished, deficient in multiple vitamins and just.. miserable.

He showed you where everything was. The kitchen, the bathroom, the lounge and your room. You just slowly followed him around and he made sure to slow his pace for you.

"Just.." Steve leaned against the doorway, watching you shift awkwardly into bed. "Knock on my door if you need anything, I'm down the hall.

For the first two weeks, Steve spent his time teaching you basic things like how to turn on the shower, how to open a packet of crisps, how to hold a glass and stuff like that. You had been deprived of it in HYDRA. He was unsure how long you were there, but he guessed more than five years.

Around six weeks, you started to realise your freedom. You realised you didn't have to come out of your room if you didn't want to.

You started locking your door and Steve had to get Tony to unlock it just so he could check on you. You spent most of your time staring out the window, watching the busy city.

You still weren't speaking, and it looked like you wouldn't for a long time.

Despite you starting to refuse help and keep a distance, Steve didn't stop.

Somedays he sat by the window with you, making small comments every now and again if he saw or remembered something interesting.

You never gave him more than one glance but you enjoyed the company. You had felt so alone for years, and then this man refused to leave you alone and it meant more to you than you could have ever expressed.

The first time you spoke was after three months, and you swore you saw a tear in his eye.

Steve was talking about music from the old days and when he mentioned Bea Wain, you spoke up.

"..Heart and Soul." You said quietly, your voice weak and coarse from lack of use.

Steve froze, his mouth opening and closing a few times to try to figure out what to say. "Y-yeah, she sang Heart and Soul."

You nodded in acknowledgement and the biggest smile appeared on his face and he glanced away. That's when you saw the single tear.

Steve was so proud.

Then after half a year, you started to actually get comfortable. You started saying yes or no, you would grab your own food from the kitchen, you sometimes giggled and even started lingering around the lounge room.

Steve felt like a proud dad. The team started teasing him and calling him a girl dad and asking him when he was going to adopt you.

He definitely planned on adopting you, but he wasn't going to tell you or the team just yet. He decided on it when you leaned against his side during movie night.

When he finally asked you if he could adopt you, you didn't even know what that meant. He had to explain it but when you understood, he saw you smile.. and you hugged him.

He was absolutely beaming.