Can you make a eating disorder! Reader x Bucky? He finds out and helps you recover? I am struggling with this and I hope you can cheer me up by writing this. Thank you
Can you make a eating disorder! Reader x Bucky? He finds out and helps you recover? I am struggling with this and I hope you can cheer me up by writing this. Thank you
a/n: there was no specified ed mentioned so i left it kind of vague, and i tried to be as respectful as possible, as i do not have an ed myself. please message me to let me know if there is anything inaccurate that needs to be changed! hope you enjoy!
It was New Year’s Eve, and you and the rest of the Avengers sat around a table in the Tower, having dinner and reminiscing on the year. It seemed picture perfect. The glowing lights around the room softly highlighted the faces of all your friends, all laughing at some dumb joke Tony had made.
As everyone was finishing up their meals, bots came through and cleared plates. However, the tall robot with a #6 on its shoulder that came up to you did not take your plate. It just stopped and waited.
Lost in the moment, you looked across the table to Natasha and said in a mock-scared voice, “It’s behind me, isn’t it?”
She laughed softly, and the robot announced loudly, “Meal completion not detected. I will stand by for meal plate collection once you complete the meal, Miss Y/N.”
You cheeks went red. Tony shot you a knowing glance and you looked down to your plate the second his eyes met yours. “Hey, Six, boy, I think she’s done. You can take her plate,” he said to the bot. Your eyes scanned over the meal. It was beautifully plated, and you only had one or two bites before retiring to moving the food around with your fork for the rest of the night. “If you say so, Mister Stark.” A thin robotic arm reached in front of you and took the plate.
There was a single moment of silence before Tony filled it. “Who wants more wine?”
“I’ll help you get it!” you said before anyone had answered, getting out of your seat to follow him to the kitchen.
You didn’t notice your boyfriend’s eyes on you as you left, his eyebrows knit together with confusion. “Yeah I think I’ll help too,” he said, his voice aloof, his eyes never leaving you as he stood.
“Y/N, we talked about this,” Bucky overheard Tony saying as he walked into the kitchen.
“I know, I know, it’s just...” You trailed off, avoiding his gaze entirely.
“What?”
“Old habits die hard. You of all people would know, I’m sure,” you said.
“What old habits?” Bucky asked.
“Oh, Jesus! Bucky, you scared me,” you gasped. “You’re always so light on your feet, I can never hear you coming.”
“And you know, the problem is that I always can! Haven’t you two heard of being a little quieter at night?” Tony interjected.
“Don’t change the subject, Tony,” Bucky said. He turned back to you. “Y/N, please, talk to me.”
“I’m gonna take that wine now. Those kids are probably getting antsy,” Tony said, grabbing a wine bottle in each hand and going back to the dining room. You heard him say, “Gotta give them their alone time, you know how couples are. We’ll have to disinfect the whole kitchen when they’re done, though.” You rolled your eyes.
“Now that he’s gone...” Bucky grumbled.
“It’s nothing, really. Just,” you paused, “Just an inside joke.”
“Oh...” A look of realization dawned on his face. “Okay, then. Sorry for bothering you about it.”
“Really?” you asked, shocked that your improvised lie had worked.
His false demeanor dropped. “No, Y/N. Why are you lying to me?” You couldn’t think of what to say. Bucky’s next question came a lot quieter. “And why aren’t you eating?”
“It’s nothing, really, Buck, I’m fine, okay?” You put your hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes. “If you really love me, you should believe me.”
He didn’t shrug off your hand, but instead leaned into your touch. “I do love you,” he said. “So much. And that’s why I want to help you. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”
There was no use in trying to deceive him. You sighed, your eyes falling to the floor. “Bucky, I...” Your heart dropped. Would he hate you? Would he think you were disgusting? It was now or never. “I’ve been struggling with an eating disorder. I just can’t wake up in the morning without hating my body, all this is just...disgusting.” You put your hand over your stomach, and tears welled up behind your eyes. “It’s pathetic, I know.”
“No, doll, it’s not pathetic. It’s okay. I mean ‒ it’s not ‒ I don’t ‒ I can’t ‒” He sighed.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Bucky.”
“I’m not lying, just...finding my words. Okay, Y/N, you are beautiful. You are so beautiful, and you are so incredibly perfect just the way you are, and I don’t want you to ever change. I can’t say everything you’ve just told me is okay, because it’s not. I want you to be happy and healthy and I don’t want you to be hurting yourself. I love you so much, and it hurts me to see you like this. I...I wish you could see how beautiful you are to me.”
The tears finally spilling from your eyes, you looked up to meet his gaze. “Oh, Bucky.” You pulled him into a hug.
As you pressed your face into his chest, he rested his chin atop your head. Quietly, he said, “And I know that me telling you a bunch of sweet and sappy things won’t cure you, but in this moment, that’s all I have.”
“It’s okay. I love you,” you mumbled.
“I love you too, and you can get through this. And I’d be honored if you’d let me help you through it.”
“Eh, I guess.”
Bucky laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a second, you felt like everything was going to be okay.
You can do Holiday headcanon with Bucky if you want😊
there’s nothing bucky loves more than christmas!
it’s your first christmas as a married couple and you’re both the happiest you’ve ever been
bucky’s favorite 21st century christmas song is jingle bell rock and it’s playing softly over your speakers as you two decorate the tree together in your pajamas
you’re gently swaying your hips to the tune of the music and bucky takes a break from placing ornaments to slide his hands over your hips and pull you into a hug from behind
he buries his face in the crook of your neck and presses a kiss to your shoulder through the fabric of your sweater and you cover his large, rough hands with yours that are tiny in comparison, and you fidget with his wedding band
he mumbles something and you go “hm?”
and he just presses a few sloppy kisses to your neck and says “how did i get so damn lucky?” then he spins you so you’re facing him and he studies your face for a second before saying “my wife. you’re my wife.” and he slides his hands up and down your sides and goes “look at you, jesus. how did i get so lucky?”
you don’t even have time to blush before he kisses you
later, your decorations forgotten, you’re sitting on his lap kissing him when he pulls away for a second, breathless. “i love you so much, you know that right?”
you hold up your left hand and smile, saying “i know.” then, you took his left hand and held it up and said “i love you too.”
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[summary]: Bucky Barnes didn’t believe in Heaven because there was a million reasons not to, but now he had one reason to believe and he couldn’t ignore it.
[warnings]: swearing, little tiny bit of angst in the beginning, mostly fluff
[a/n]: idek what this is im just writing nonsense now
Heaven didn’t exist. That much was easy for Bucky Barnes and it had been decided upon. This statement stood strong and unchanging as life proved it to him over and over again.
Miracles and angels were just figments of some hopeful fool’s imagination. That had been settled on a long time ago in Bucky’s mind and it stayed that way because he had proof. His whole fucking life was proof and he had never had so much belief in one thing and that thing was that Heaven and angels and miracles were jokes.
Because if there were such things as angels, why couldn’t they give him a goddamn break? Why didn’t they see what was happening to him and end it? If these angels were so fucking good and pure, why did they let him kill all those people?
The answer was simple for him, they didn’t exist.
So there was nothing to save him. Nothing to save him from Hydra, nothing to save him from the prying public, nothing to save him from himself. There was no one. There was no beautiful being that was going to settle the war that was raging in his mind and there was no one that was going to silence the screams of the people that he killed as they rang out while he slept.
when you first said you were going to be with bucky through everything, you really didn’t know how true that would come to be.
a/n: here’s part two, finally! here’s some angst for you guys, this time, because what’s a good story without pain? also, do you want me to make a masterlist for this series or just put the link to the previous and next parts in the description? let me know! anyway, here you go! i hope you all enjoy it!
[PART 1]
That kiss was the last thing you would have expected to happen. It may have been the alcohol, it may have been the mood of the night, but you sure as hell were not complaining. The rough pads of Bucky’s fingers brushed over your cheek as he kissed you. When his lips had first touched yours, your hands — which were tiny, and baby soft in comparison to his large, rough ones — had pressed against his chest in surprise. You nearly even pushed him away. Almost. But as the kiss deepened and you let him in, they drifted up over his shoulders until your arms hung around his neck. The hand that wasn’t on your face snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, until there was no space left between you.
Minutes later, you had both sunk to the floor. You were straddling Bucky’s lap, your hands knotted in his hair, tugging as he hit every sweet spot on your neck. Your head thrown back, you let out a soft sigh. He left tiny faint marks along your jaw, moving up to your ear. You had promised that you wouldn’t moan.
when you first said you were going to be with bucky through everything, you really didn’t know how true that would come to be.
a/n: here’s part two, finally! here’s some angst for you guys, this time, because what’s a good story without pain? also, do you want me to make a masterlist for this series or just put the link to the previous and next parts in the description? let me know! anyway, here you go! i hope you all enjoy it!
[PART 1]
That kiss was the last thing you would have expected to happen. It may have been the alcohol, it may have been the mood of the night, but you sure as hell were not complaining. The rough pads of Bucky’s fingers brushed over your cheek as he kissed you. When his lips had first touched yours, your hands — which were tiny, and baby soft in comparison to his large, rough ones — had pressed against his chest in surprise. You nearly even pushed him away. Almost. But as the kiss deepened and you let him in, they drifted up over his shoulders until your arms hung around his neck. The hand that wasn’t on your face snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, until there was no space left between you.
Minutes later, you had both sunk to the floor. You were straddling Bucky’s lap, your hands knotted in his hair, tugging as he hit every sweet spot on your neck. Your head thrown back, you let out a soft sigh. He left tiny faint marks along your jaw, moving up to your ear. You had promised that you wouldn’t moan.
You broke the promise.
Soon his lips found yours again, and his fingers danced over your waist, sliding up and down your sides, making your heart flutter. But you knew you had to stop this. You were drunk, he was drunk. But his words echoed in your head. There was no way that they couldn’t be a drunken mistake. I have to stop, I have to stop, you thought. But oh God, you’d waited your whole life for this. Ten amazing minutes of drunken mistake couldn’t hurt. You rolled your hips into his and he moaned into your mouth.
Only ten minutes. Ten minutes certainly wouldn’t hurt anyone. But what if he remembered in the morning? What if he regretted it? What if he was disgusted with you? You didn’t know if you could take hearing him say anything about it all. After all, it was just a drunken mistake. But you just kept hearing those words. Those words that had been ringing in your head the whole time. God, you’re beautiful. It was all just a drunken mistake, you told yourself. All just a drunken mistake. You felt pressure building between your legs.
All just a drunken mistake.
He moaned again.
All just a drunken mistake.
You realized the pressure building between your legs wasn’t just because of him, it was him.
All just a drunken mistake.
“I want you,” he said under his breath.
All just a drunken mistake. A mistake.
You pulled away. “Bucky…” you whispered.
“Yeah, darlin’?” he asked, his voice gravelly, his accent thick, a goofy smirk on his face. And God, it just broke your fucking heart.
“We can’t do this, we can’t. We’re drunk. You’re drunk. You wouldn’t want this sober. We can’t—”
“I would want this drunk, sober, alive or dead, angel. Now, c’mere.”
Your hands fell back to his chest, and this time you really did push him away. “Bucky, please, stop making this so difficult,” you whimpered, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you didn’t dare let them fall. “Please. I can’t let this happen. I can’t do this. I can’t.”
The smile had melted off his face. He nodded, now mirroring your solemn expression. “I understand, sweetheart. It’s okay.” His hand came up to your face again, except this time with more innocent intentions. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He kissed your forehead. “It’s okay,” he repeated.
You took a deep breath, and a sad smile made its way onto your face. You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “We’re really drunk, Bucky.” His steely blue eyes bore into yours. “Trust me, that wouldn’t have…wouldn’t have been…” You lost your train of thought. You leant back and averted your gaze. “That wouldn’t have been good.” You moved again, so that you were sitting next to him on the closet floor.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I trust you,” he said.
You nodded. Your hand slid across the floor until it found his, and you covered his hand with yours. “I know.”
A minute later, the door had opened, and the group had looked in at you.
“So?” Billy had asked. “You two engaged now or what?”
“No,” you had said, laughing. “Just drunk.”
The party hadn’t ended until the wee hours of the morning, but you and Bucky had left not long after you were released from the closet. You stumbled home, the cold New York air stinging your cheeks. Considering how late it was, you had been sure that Steve would be asleep when you got home, and didn’t want to disturb him. Bucky had collapsed onto the sofa, and so had you, not long after. You had felt Bucky’s fingers on your waist again, and his arm held you protectively to him as sleep had overtook the both of you.
In the morning, you awoke to an open sketchbook with a drawing of you and Bucky, cuddled together, asleep on the sofa, with smiles on both your faces. In the corner, in Steve’s handwriting, there was a note: “Water and aspirin are on the counter in the kitchen. From the looks of it, you’ll need it.”
Your fingertips grazed over the drawing.
You and Bucky, happy. Bucky being happy because of you.
No, you told yourself. It was all just a drunken mistake.
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