I was wondering if I could ask for a mcu ship please? I mean, only if possible. I’m quite an introvert, but when I am with friends I’m quite sociable and kind. I’m pretty bubbly, but I struggle with confidence and depression.I can’t physically go up and talk to someone if I don’t know them well unless I pressure myself to. I get anxious just thinking about it. I have long brown hair, with lots of ringlets,and a face of freckles. Thank you! :):)
Hey love, I’m terribly sorry for the wait - I don’t even expect you to have tumblr now but that’s besides the point. I hope, should you see this, you enjoy it and remember you are THE boss bitch!
Bucky Barnes!
It took a while for you and Bucky to officially meet - at first it was merely weighted stares and magical wonder.
Bucky noticed you long before you noticed him, what with his drilled in habit to survey every room and person in it. Now you.. you were a diamond in the rough. You managed to brighten up any well lit room and even managed to unknowingly get Bucky to crack a smile of two when he “overhears” your conversations with Steve.
After he had figured out your little quirks did he come to a heavy conclusion. A conclusion that lead him to Steve at 11pm on a Wednesday night, asking for your whereabouts. You’d continue to meet awkwardly in the kitchen, him subtly blocking you in as you try to politely search for a way out.
That’s how it started, after that it spiralled to hesitant hellos and more fleeting glances. After a while a unoffically official meeting time was established by the kitchens. Following an incident on the field Bucky hurried to you for affirmations and a sense of normalcy. That’s how he learnt - learnt that in some ways, you struggled just like Bucky. That you felt both the excruciating pain and the quite numbness of depression.
After the occurrence of the kitchen incident you and Bucky became as thick as thieves. And, slowly eased your way into an unofficially official relationship. When Bucky would return home from missions he’d dive into your arms and tuck his head into your hair to block out the light. When you had a bad day he’d massage your head and temples, playing softly with your hair before putting it back up for you.
Although you’d asked him to wake you if the nightmares plagued him he’d sometimes just play connect the dots with your freckles. It reminds him of a similar game he’d once played with Steve and, he can see you breathing. Sometimes that’s all he needs.
You are each other’s rocks. Sure, you may both still struggle - I can’t say that will ever go away. But at least now you’re struggling through it together.
Notes:
I’m sure my writing had changed heaps and for that I apologise :(
I hope you enjoyed it anyway and that you maybe receive some joy and I’m sorry if you don’t like it but I’ll try to fix it if you want, No hard feeling Gorgeous. I wish you love, and remember - you are amazingly beautiful. I wish I was like you!
Edit: I forgot to add tags because I’m big stupid 😳
Xxx
