Summary: In a moment of weakness you find your boyfriend Bucky lost in his long forgotten memories.
Warnings: trauma. hurt/comfort. fluff. late night confessions. dating Bucky Barnes. no use of y/n.
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The apartment is dark and quiet when you wake up.
A little too quiet. You reach across the bed, still half asleep and you find the other side empty with cold sheets.
Your heart stutters. „Bucky?“
No answer. You sit up, listening. The city hums faintly outside the window, but his presence - the warmth, his steady breathing - is gone. He never leaves like this without saying something.
You mind starts to spiral, but before it could dive into disfunction, a picture formed in your thoughts. Something you talked about a couple of days ago. You don’t know why you know, but you were certain that he went there.
The museum is nearly empty at night, lights dimmed low for security. One guard recognizes you and lets you in without questions - Avengers come and go here often enough.
You find him in the World War II exhibit.
Standing alone. Hands buried deep into his pockets, back stiff and steady like a rock. There’s a whole section now - glass cases, photographs headlines yellowed with age. Captain America and the Howling Commandos. A smaller sign beside it reads:
Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes - presumed deceased 1945.
Bucky stands in front of it like he’s afraid to touch it. He’s holding a pamphlet in his metal hand, folded and unfolded so many times it’s soft at the edges.
You approach slowly. „Hey.“
He flinches - just a little - then exhales when he realizes it’s you.
„Sorry,“ he murmurs. „Didn’t want to wake you.“
You step closer, eyes moving over the display. „To be honest, it scared me when I woke up with you gone. What happened?“
„I couldn’t sleep.“ His jaw tightens. „Feels like there are pieces of me missing. Like… if I stare at this long enough, maybe something will come back.“
He gestures to the photos. The smiling young man beside Steve. The soldier who looks like a stranger wearing his face.
„I don’t like looking it up online,“ he admits quietly. „Feels wrong. This is … real.“
You reach for his human hand first. Then his metal one. „I get that,“ you say softly.
He swallows. „Sometimes I’m scared I’m forgetting things I shouldn’t. What if I forget who I was? What if I already did?“
You step in close, resting your forehead on his shoulder.
„Then we remember together,“ you whisper. He lets out a shaky breath. „You don’t have to do this alone, Buck.“
He gives you a small, sad smile. „You’re not mad?“
You pull back just enough to look at him. „For what? Trying to understand yourself?“ You squeeze his fingers gently. „ If you want to know something … you can just ask me. Middle of the night. Anytime, anywhere. I don’t mind.“
He looks at you like he might break.
„I’m always here,“ you add quietly. „Even when you don’t know who you are yet.“
His eyes shine with tears. Bucky nods once, slow and heavy, then leans into you. You wrap your arms around him, solid and warm, grounding him in the present.
He hugs you back, tight and a little desperate. You feel how your feet lost the connection to the ground, as he pulls you up just a bit because of his size compared to yours.
For a long time, you stand there beneath the soft museum lights - past and present overlapping, grief easing just a little.
When you finally leave, Bucky glances back once more at the exhibit. Then he squeezes your hand.
„Thank you,“ he murmurs while pressing a kiss on your temple.
„For what?“
„For finding me.“
You smile. „Always.“
And by that, Bucky could feel that he’s a little less lost.
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abstragedy day 2: the confession (ft. gangle being an absolute mess)
*is sitting on top of your kitchen counter*
salutations, dear friend! nice to see you again! oh, and, by the way, i think your cool machines got broken. they kept beeping when i was opening your window with a bobby pin :c
*holds up your door camera, window locks, and smoke alarms, which have been fried. i gently place them on your kitchen table*
anyway, now that i’ve joined you here, i’ve got another very cool thing to show you! :3
*i then pull out a folder that’s filled to the brim. i take out a giant polaroid picture and place it between us on the kitchen table.*
*adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose* yeah, it would make a little bit more sense for the confession between them to be sweet, wholesome, drama-free…but where’s the fun in that? :3
plus, i think that it would track for one of the two to confess accidentally. both of them have so much complexity with their feelings about emotions in general, being confined to an eternal hellish video game, yadda yadda yadda…! so, my theory is that this would kind of discourage them from confessing, because nobody’s feelings are crystal clear and the circus is guaranteed to make anything ten times more confusing :>
so yeah my guess is that it’d literally have to be forced out of them. gangle specifically
the “backstory” behind this drawing is that basically, the two were separated from the rest for an adventure (or maybe caine put the whole group into pairs of 2), and it was some spy movie related something idk. didn’t put much thought into the actual adventure part.
but somewhere in the adventure, zooble almost fukn dies (not really but yk), and gangle saves them. this freaks gangle’s attachment issues self to her core, and despite the fact that they literally can’t die (even when they do abstract, they’re just kind of in that state forever), it still scared her because she’s lost so many other people before (headcanon). so, basically, gangle confesses right there in between other bounds of indecipherable word vomit. zooble was so confused lmao. gangle had to repeat herself more slowly later
tags/cw: fluff, confessing, fem reader, william being a huge cutie sweetheart :(, no spoilers (unless if you haven't gotten past the first two episodes), super fluff, explicit language, modern!AU, secret established relationship (not really said) after confessing, best friends to lovers, tiny winy panic attack, comfort
a/n: i just finished watching black clover and now i have to read 171 chapters worth of the manga T^T BUT it is worth it! i wrote this to comfort me because i got huge spoilers while writing this :(
future me: this took longer than expected, but please enjoy this oneshot!
wc: ~2k (i'm lying it's really 1.6k)
"I hate this so much," Nozel mutters underneath his breath.
"But why? This is so much fun!" Dorothy exclaims in excitement.
Fuegoleon sighs, "Y/N, why don't you spin the bottle next? It's your turn," He holds the bottle out for you to take.
"Right..." you nod, taking the bottle out of his hand then placing it in the middle of the circle of everyone. For some reason, you feel so nervous. You spin the bottle with a simple flick with your wrist.
Everyone watches the bottle spinning with speed, then it's speed starts to reduce.
Then, it stops.
"Hey, on second thought, I have to go use the bathroom-"
"Fuck no you don't!" Yami drags you by the collar, sitting you back down in your spot. "These are your rules you made Y/N, so you have to follow them,"
You sigh and groan, rubbing the back of your neck out of embarrassment while looking away from who the bottle chose. You cursed to yourself for enforcing this game onto them, especially the rules you decided to add.
"Come on now, chop chop dear-y. We'll set a seven minute timer for the both of you," Jack pulls his phone out, tapping to set the alarm.
Yami winks at you, teasing you with a 'use protection, kid' face.
You rolled your eyes at him, while you disappeared away into the closest room.
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"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Y/N. We can just pretend that we kissed," William says in a hushed tone.
"O-okay..." You whisper out, crossing your arms over your chest while looking off into the darkness.
Though you've had a long time crush on your best friend William, you can't help but feel bad about how awkward the tension feels between you both. You feel bad because you feel like you're wasting his time by being "trapped" in a tiny space with him, for seven minutes. You internally wished it would've been Yami and Charolette in this closet instead.
The deeper you dug yourself into your thoughts, the more your heart had ached. You knew deep down how much you love this man, but you knew that he'd always had his eyes on another. You thought that your little crush on William was stupid and ridiculous after you overheard his conversation with Yami a few weeks ago, talking about getting danced on by girls at a club they were both at. After that night, you decided to distance yourself away from William, to get over your feelings for him. But, he made the process harder by constantly contacting you over messages along with continuous calls every day, asking what he did wrong. You felt bad about ignoring him, but it was for the best. William did eventually stop, allowing you to reflect on yourself.
Your heart clenched anytime William's name was mentioned. So, you did your very best to avoid him at any chance you had: avoiding hangouts he was at, avoiding the paths he took to walk home, and his social media posts.
Until, Dorothy sent out an invitation about her small birthday party she decided to have, which you were now at.
You bring your legs closer to your chest, turning yourself into a little vulnerable ball in front of William. You sigh softly, shoving your face in your legs.
"I'm sorry if it sounds like I am intruding on your business, but is there something on your mind?" William asks, he watches your slightly visible silhouette, peaking your head out of your knees.
You shake your head, "No, I'm fine."
"Y/N, please don't lie to me. I know you may not want me talking to you right now, but it's not good keeping things in."
"William, I said I'm fine."
"Please don't slap me in the face for doing this," he takes your hands into his, his thumbs slowly caressing the backs of your hands. You're thankful for the darkness hiding your flushed face. "I don't care if you hate me for the rest of your life, forever even, but I promised you that I'll always be here for you no matter the circumstance. So please, tell me what's bothering you."
You feel your breath hitch for a slight second, your face starts to heat up. You feel a stab to your heart, knowing that all of your work for getting over William, had gone to waste. You worked so hard to get over him, but those feelings had come rushing back in like a crashing wave.
You can't see his face, but you know him well enough that he's giving you those cute puppy eyes he does whenever he asked you to be vulnerable with him. You sigh in defeat of him.
"I.. am just thinking is all, nothing to worry about," you attempt to pull your hands back.
"No," he lightly grips onto your hands, encasing them in his large palms. "I know there is a bigger issue that is bothering you, please be honest with me here."
Your heart tightens, avoiding your confession about your feelings for him as much as possible. Your hands grips his hands slightly tighter, without knowing. You feel your body starting to tremble, you don't know why...
"Y/N," his breath grazes over the lobe of your ear. He brings your balled up form into his warm embrace, "I'm here with you, I won't let anyone nor anything hurt you." His long fingers runs up and down your back slowly, making large ovals as his other hand is threaded through your long locks, his thumb is caressing the back of your head. His nose is snuggled nicely into your hair, inhaling your scent.
"You're here with me, okay? I won't hurt you," William cups your chubby cheeks into the palms of his hands, pushing your fresh tears away. He lets your hands hold his forearms for a sense of comfort.
William can't help but feel flustered at your current state with him, having so much trust in him that you let him hold you like this. William feels his face become hotter as he remembers the time you ignored him for, but you still allow your guard down enough to with him like this. His mind then travels to how badly he was hurt when you ignored his mere presence.
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William cried himself to sleep nearly every night, feeling heart broken that his best friend, the one girl he's always loved since the beginning, vanished from him. He thought over his pervious actions before, but couldn't find a flaw he had made for you to be this way to him. Nonetheless, he felt he deserved it if these actions were coming from you.
"The date isn't that big of a deal.. she turned me down anyways," Fuegoleon has a small pout on his lips, but quickly fades away.
"Speaking of girls, we should go to the club I found down the street from us. What do you say, Wil? You look like you're in need of some girls on ya," Yami takes a large gulp from his beer.
"Um... huh?" William turns his head when he hears small footsteps running away.
"What was that?" Nozel questions.
"Doesn't matter anymore. You up for it or what, Wil?" Yami asks, an eyebrow raised.
"No thank you, I don't feel comfortable with clubs anyways," William says.
"Wow, you really are whipped for Y/N. Loyal, even," Yami chuckles, taking a hit from his cigarette.
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"W-William?" Your whisper rings his ears, snapping him out of his trance.
"Yes?" He responds.
"Can y-you.. please?" You whisper even softer than before.
He chuckles, "Of course, anything you want."
He leans impossibly closer into you, now marking your soft plump lips as his with his kiss. His hands that are cupping your face, bring you closer to him. He kisses you even deeper, wanting more than just your lips. The kiss continues for a minute more, but feels like an hour more. But, a small whine interrupts the silence between you two. Your hands fall onto his chest gently, making him smile and chuckle at your cute attempts.
He pulls away from the kiss, "We should save that for later-"
"No, want now please," you demand, placing your hands on his hips with your pouty lip out.
His smile becomes so much wider, that his cheeks start to hurt. He delicately holds your wrists, his lips barely touch yours. He whispers in a voice so small that only you can hear, "Y/N, I know how much you're craving right now, but we have friends outside, my love."
He smiles impossibly wider when he hears your whines along with your bratty legs kicking in demand.
"I can be quiet, promise," though you can't see him, you look up at him with your signature face that always makes him fold for you.
He laughs lightly, he digs his nose into your temple while his hands wrap your small arms around his waist. A hand of his cradles the back of your head, "If you wait patiently for me, I'll do anything you want from me when we're at home. You can be loud there as much as you want, my love."
"Hmph, fine," you pout in defeat.
He wraps his arms around the back of your neck, giving your temple a semi-long kiss.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you more, my prince."
"I love you most, my princess."
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"I wonder what is taking them so long, it's already been an hour," Fuegoleon says.
Yami leans back in his seat, his arms bent over his head while his hands rest behind, "Prolly fuckin' er somethin'."
"Is that the conclusion you must always be drawn to for everything?" Nozel says, his fingers rubbing his temples.
"What? He asked!" Yami argues.
"That is the most inappropriate answer you could have ever said!" Nozel bites back.
"Here we go again," Dorothy says, shaking her head. "Boys these days… Lucky Y/N, she’s got a gentleman of her own."
years after rachel’s disappearance and later found to be dead, you asked chloe. she had never officially stated that the two of you were together but considering she had moved out into her own place and wanted you specifically to live with her? you needed to know. you loved chloe, but you didn’t know if she felt the same. she looked at you, eyes soft as ever, as the two of you sat on the living room couch together.
