me watching someone dig their own grave in an argument:
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me watching someone dig their own grave in an argument:
imagine bucky having a really bad day, like maybe business went wrong and it’s causing a lot of stress and problems, then he takes it out on fairy 😱 how would she react?
this probably isn't what you'd expect but
a man's place
18+
Bucky's having a bad day. He makes the mistake of taking it out on you.
Warning: Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader, mature themes, arguing, angry!bucky, bucky is an asshole, physical violence (not from bucky!), brief mention of abuse.
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Seventeen million dollars.
Seventeen million dollars just got flushed down the toilet because of an avoidable mistake. Because of an over-sensitive arms dealer that got offended at a joke one of Bucky's men made.
Bucky's pissed. He feels as pathetic as he probably looks, lying on the couch in his office with a bottle of whisky held to his chest. He's yelled at everyone in sight today, making sure they all know how incompetent they are.
But they're only a reflection of his leadership.
Today marks thirteen years since his father died. Thirteen years since he was forced into a position of power that no teenager should have been burdened with. And all that Bucky feels is the heavy weight of disappointment.
Bickering
are you flirting or starting a fight?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.
Wordcount: 1.8k
Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.
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"Don't you dare run away from me!"
Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.
You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”
When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.
"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"
Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"
Bucky ignored her. But you don't.
"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."
Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”
Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."
"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."
Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.
“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.
"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”
You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”
Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.
The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.
"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.
He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”
"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."
Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."
"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."
You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.
"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."
You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”
You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.
Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.
"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.
You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.
Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”
With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.
You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.
For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.
All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.
The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.
"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"
Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.
"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."
You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”
That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.
You're in the lead.
"You are truly special."
Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”
Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."
A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"
"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.
You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”
„Barnes?“
You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"
"Yes, but you've never called me that."
You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”
You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.
"I like it, doll."
The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.
Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.
You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.
Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.
„What the fuck, doll?“
You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”
He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.
"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.
Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.
But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.
"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”
“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"
You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”
"And yet it happens again and again!"
“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.
"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.
Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"
Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.
Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."
Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.
„Show me how much you care.“
The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.
Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.
That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.
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