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It Feels Easier to Just Swim Down | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hi, friends! This was an anonymous request from someone who is having a rough go of it with their depression, and it kind of came at a perfect time because I am also struggling with that right now. So, to my lovely anon, I hope you start feeling better soon- and you can message me any time. Any and all of my followers are welcome to reach out if they're struggling. đ
Send me your comments, requests, and/ or suggestions! đ„°
âThere is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, âThere now, hang on, youâll get over it.â Sadness is more or less like a head cold â with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.â â Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees
***Content Warning: depression***
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9:49am: "How you doin' today, beautiful? â€ïž "
11:17am: "Sam wants to know if you're coming to his party tomorrow, he didn't get your RSVP đ"
2:35pm: "Hey, sweets. I was thinking of getting Thai for dinner tonight. You interested?đ€"
4:51pm: "Can I come by later, baby?đ"
7:35pm: "Could you just send me a quick text so I know you're okay, love?"
8:14pm: "I'm coming over, if that's okay. Let me know, doll. "
Bucky sped over to your apartment, making the 20 minute drive in only 9 minutes. Not a day went by that you didn't have your phone on you at all times, and you always texted back quickly- six unanswered messages was plenty reason for alarm.
The relationship was still kind of new, yes, but Bucky knew his girl. There was no doubt in his mind that something was very wrong, and he wasn't going to sit idly by. His nervous energy made his body vibrate, giving him shaky breaths and unsteady hands. He arrived at your building and pressed the button for the elevator, but didn't have the patience to wait for it to arrive. Instead, he opted for the stairs and rushed up the seven flights in record-breaking time.
His knuckles found your door and knocked with desperation. He let a few moments pass before knocking again, but still got no response. "Fuck it," he flipped over your welcome mat and pulled your spare key from the duct tape you'd used to secure it in position. He knew that you'd told him about the spare key for emergencies only, but this definitely felt like an emergency to him.
Upon entering your apartment, Bucky was met with an I ntense darkness. The heavy shades were still drawn even though the sun had gone down hours ago, and not one light had been turned on. His heart hammered against his ribs as he flicked on the overhead light, bracing himself to see you lying dead on the living room floor- but he didn't. Everything was in its rightful place. Your purse, keys, and jacket still hung on their respective hooks and your sneakers sat in their usual spot. He knew there was no way you'd leave without your essentials, so you had to be home.
"Baby?" he called into the dark abyss of the hallway. Once again, he flicked on a light and found nothing to clue him in to your whereabouts. "Baby?" he called again, a little more desperately this time. His vibranium hand found the doorknob to your bedroom and gave it a twist, allowing him entrance. A small, solitary candle was the only source of light in the room, providing Bucky with just enough light to make out your form.
His heart broke immediately as his eyes fell upon you. There you were in bed, looking like a ghost of yourself. The warm smile you usually wore around him was nowhere to be found, and you didn't even react when he once again called out to you- you were utterly expressionless. The covers were pulled tightly around you, shielding you from the world and everything in it. He saw your phone on the nightstand and heard it chirp with unanswered texts, but nothing about you responded to the sound. Panic set in as Bucky gazed at your catatonic state, but he couldn't let himself have a meltdown.
When the two of you first started dating, you'd warned him about this. He listened as you explained that sometimes your depression hot the best of you.
"Sometimes", you'd told him, "it's just easier to go with the current instead of fighting against it. It pulls me under and then...I drown, but I'm okay with it. I actually...I swim down. It's kind of horrible, but," you were quiet for a moment, wondering just how to explain. "It's also kind of...nice, I guess. I don't have to feel anything. It's like one of those sensory deprivation chambers, you know? It's complete nothingness- an out of body experience. I don't have to feel the anxiety or the soul crushing sadness...I'm numb-utterly and completely numb."
Everything in Bucky's body wanted to rush to your side, to pull you into his arms and squeeze the sadness out of you, but he couldn't- he knew he had to keep himself together for your sake. Slowly, he made his way to your bed and took a seat on the edge, just inches away from you. The vacant, empty look in your eyes scared him, he didn't know how someone who was usually so full of life could also be such a void.
"Hey, sweetheart..." his soft words were accompanied by a light touch to part of your arm that wasn't covered by blankets. Just then, your eyes shot sharply toward his touch. The sensation felt foreign and strange, like something your brain wasn't familiar with. It was a jarring yank back into reality that pulled you from your warm, apathetic cocoon. Shame began seeping into your chest and pooling around your heart as you realized that you'd probably worried Bucky sick by not answering him all day. The feeling of utter humiliation that over took you as Bucky stared at your depression-nest made you want to throw up- but you knew there was nothing in your stomach.
Bucky's hand gently stroked your arm as his eyes traveled to your side table and saw your daily pill organizer had been untouched for the last three days. It was clear to him that you'd been forgetting to take your meds, which pulled a sigh from his chest. He stood up and quickly made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water in the hopes that he could get you to take today's dose.
When he sat back down on your bed, he placed the water on your nightstand and held out his arms, offering himself to you. Slowly, you nodded and gave him permission to hold you. He made his way behind you and curled around you, letting his body serve as a protective barrier from your demons. You sat up ever so slightly-your head leaving your pillow for the first time all day- and repositioned yourself on Bucky's chest. His hands stroking your hair made you exponentially more comfortable, but the feeling of nothingness still prevailed. Your chest felt so hollow that you swore if someone cut you open, they'd find nothing at all.
He whispered sweet remarks to you as he played with your hair, bringing you to life slowly but surely. "Baby," he whispered after a while, "I think it would be a good idea for you to take your meds. Can you do that for me?"
A deep sigh left your chest. Nothing sounded worse than leaving your comfy spot just to swallow some pills, but Bucky's tone convinced you; his voice was tinged with anxiety and desperation, and you knew how hard it must be for him to see you this way. With great effort, you sat up, Bucky helping you along with his strong hands. He popped open your pill organizer and grabbed your meds for the day, placing them carefully in the palm of your hand.
The pills landed on your tongue as you clapped your hand over your mouth and then disappeared down your throat with a small swig of water. "Please, drink the whole thing, doll..." Bucky almost begged as you tried to set the glass down- but it would be far too much effort for you to do so. Your head once again found your pillow and you let your eyes flutter closed, much to Bucky's dismay.
"Hey, come on," he pled, feeling himself coming apart at the seams. He knew you hadnât eaten or hydrated properly all day, and knew heâd have to beg you to do so now. "I need you to do this- drink the water, baby. Please." An involuntary groan left your lips as you pulled yourself into an upright position once again and took the water from Bucky's outstretched hand. He couldn't stop himself from uttering praises and words of encouragement as you downed the water.
Once it was empty, Bucky took the glass from you and placed it on your side table before pressing a kiss to your temple. This time, you leaned into him instead of your pillow. Your body rested up against his and you hummed in approval. This whole evening had left you awestruck; you'd always known Bucky was kind and sweet and good, but this was unbelievable. He'd seen you at your absolute lowest and didn't run screaming. All he wanted to do was help you, to take care of you, to make you feel better- he was the most empathetic person you'd ever met.
"Hi..." you eventually whispered, your voice cracking a bit from disuse. He wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter and smiled at the sound of your voice, "hi, baby".
A small smile tugged on your lips at the pet name, and you nuzzled into him closer. Things still felt fuzzy and ethereal, like you weren't quite sure where you were in space, but the sensation had finally started to fade.
"I'm sorry," you murmured against his chest, "I'm sure I worried you. I just- I couldn't do it today."
He shook his head and pressed another kiss to your temple as he whispered, "it's okay, sweets," against your skin.
"I just felt...buried. Like someone had buried me completely in warm sand- no way to breathe, nothing to grip on to to pull myself out..." you told him, "I heard you...I heard you knock, but I wasn't- I wasn't even sure what it was. I mean. I know now but, in the moment, I had no idea what it meant or what to do. I know that sounds insane-" You stopped speaking when you noticed Bucky was shaking his head.
"Doesn't sound insane, doll. I'm not here to judge, just here to comfort".
A flare of anger suddenly began burning in your chest, like someone had lit a match and set fire to the shame within your heart, turning it into wrath. Bucky was so kind and understanding, and you couldn't even manage to send him a lousy text. Self-hatred flared behind your eyes, and you wished you could turn in your brain and exchange it for one without a chemical imbalance. Bucky noticed your breathing become more erratic as hot, angry tears filled your eyes.
"Goddammit, Bucky, I'm- I'm so fucking sorry..." you sobbed, "I fucking hate my stupid brain. It's trying to ruin my life- we're supposed to be on the same team...I don't know why it's trying to kill me."
Your words scared Bucky to his core. He'd fought Nazis, Hydra, and Thanos, but this was more frightening than all of those combined. His love for you knew absolutely no bounds, and listening to you tear yourself apart with such unflinching anger caused him physical pain. He held you tighter and stroked your spine in an attempt to calm you down, but no words came to him- his mind was blank aside from feelings of concern and anxiety.
"I'm an adult, this is so embarrassing. I shouldn't be ignoring my life and burying myself in my bed like this-" Bucky shushed you, putting an end to the rage falling from your lips. He repositioned you so that you were facing him, and his heart broke at the sight of the anguish in your eyes.
"Hey, no, we're not doing that," he wiped the tears from your cheeks, "we're not gonna beat ourselves up over things we have no control over. I know how hard you work to keep your depression at bay, but it's okay if it gets to you sometimes- everyone is allowed bad days, baby. You're being way too hard on yourself."
His words were so kind, but you just couldn't believe them; your self worth was sitting at the bottom of the ocean with no hopes of rescue.
"Buck...you don't have to say that. I just laid in bed for like eighteen hours without moving. That's fucking weird. That's not normal..." you berated yourself with an unflinching hatred, pulling no punches.
Bucky looked at you incredulously, a small smile trying to pull his lips upward, "Sweetheart...do you think I'm normal? I was brainwashed for seventy years and killed people on command every time someone said a few words in Russian. That's not normal."
He made you laugh just a little, but you still protested, "Buck, that's different. There's no one controlling me, it's just my fucked up brain. I've been so good- I've been doing so well for months...It's like thereâs a dark, shadowy corner of my mind where the depression hides and only decides to show itself when I think I've conquered it. It's like I'm powerless- I couldn't even get up to shower today...it's pathetic".
Your words robbed him of his breath. He'd never heard you speak so negatively about anything before, especially not yourself. It was almost frightening how much vitriol you held behind your usually-kind eyes, but he wasn't a stranger to the feeling.
"Okay, doll. I know it's hard to accept, but I just need you to know that I don't think this is weird or embarrassing or anything...None of this changes the way I see you. I still love you exactly the same amount, if not more. If you can't see yourself in a positive light, let me do it for you- because you are incredible, sweets. You're so sweet and smart and funny, you're a total knockout, you're the best person I've ever met- and that's a big deal coming from me, cause I'm over a hundred years old. Iâve met a lot of people." He chuckled a bit before going quiet, finally adding one last thing to his kind soliloquy: "You don't deserve love any less because you're having a hard time- I will always love you, depression and all."
No one had ever said anything like that to you before, and without you noticing, tears had begun streaming down your cheeks. Bucky wiped at them gently before kissing you on the forehead, "When you feel like you're drowning, baby, let me rescue you- let me pull you to shore. I know I can't fix it, but I can at least throw you a life preserver."
"Your eyes are glowing and I'm holding your hand
You ask if I'll run with you up to the edge
Hands on my waist and fingers running through hair
Well, I know that it's all in my head...
If the stars ain't showing, the whiskey ain't burning
Well, I'm still gonna be your girl
When we both stop growing and they dig us deep
Yeah, I'm still gonna be your girl..."
The light of the sunset had your apartment glowing gold. Bucky's body leaned up against yours, letting you play with his hair while the two of you watched the classic Gene Kelly musical, Singin' in the Rain. As Gene Kelley swept Debbie Reynolds into his arms near the end of You Were Meant for Me, Bucky nuzzled in closer to you. "How have I not taken you dancing yet, sweets?" he asked as he turned to face you. An unexpected chuckle fell from your lips at his question, making him cock his head to the side with confusion.
"Buck, I don't have any idea where- people don't really go dancing anymore. If you go dancing these days, it's at like, a rave or a nightclub" you told him, "I'm sure that's not the kind of dancing you're looking for." A disappointed frown twisted his lips downward and he sighed out a huff. Then, without a word, he was up off of the couch.
He turned off the tv and pushed the coffee table out of the way with no effort at all, creating a makeshift dance floor right in the middle of your living room. He flew across the room to his record player and pulled out his favorite Frank Sinatra record, letting the sweet sound of your favorite Sinatra song, Be Careful, it's My Heart slowly fade in through the crackling and popping of the record.
"May I have this dance, gorgeous?" Bucky asked as he offered you his shiny vibranium hand. A warm sensation took over your cheeks as you accepted his proposal, letting him pull you up off the couch and into his arms. His hand found your waist and yours wrapped around his neck as the two of you began to move with the music. "I don't think anyone's ever asked me to dance before..." you murmured against his chest, making Bucky stop moving completely.
"Oh, doll. That's criminal," Bucky said, clearly disturbed by your confession, "if you were my girl back in the day...I would've taken you dancing every Friday night- would've bribed the band to play a slow one for us". He pulled you tighter against his body and hummed in approval at his favorite sensation: your body pressed against his. "I'm glad I found you now, though..." he continued, "there's no way I ever could've left for the war if you were my girl. Probably would've ended up a draft dodger". The thought of Bucky leaving for the war, being gone from you for so long and in such a dangerous situation, made you press yourself even closer to him. You let your eyes close as you rested your head against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting it remind you that he was right there with you.
"I would've waited for you, Buck," you murmured against his chest, "I would've written you letters and counted down the days until I got to see you again". Your promise hit Bucky strangely, reminding him that he never would've even gotten the chance to come home to you. He quickly swatted the thought from his mind, instead quietly singing along with the music:
"Remember it's my heart.
The heart with which so willingly I part.
It's yours to take to keep or break,
But please, before you start,
Be careful, it's my heart."
He crooned along with Sinatra until the song ended, being replaced with more crackling and popping sounds.
When the warmth of Bucky's body began to fade from your touch, you allowed your eyes to slowly flicker open.
Before you sat your living room-dark, empty, cold. The coffee table sat in its correct position- not shoved out of the way to make room for a dance floor- and there was no record player in the corner. The only light in the room came from the screen of the laptop that sat balanced on your thighs. Your hands remained frozen, poised over the keyboard and ready to type. The flickering of the cursor on your screen drew your attention as you read the last sentence of your fic over again:
"He crooned along with Sinatra until the song ended, being replaced with more crackling and popping sounds".
A sudden ache took root in your chest, filling you with a sense of loss, a sense of loneliness. It had felt so real- you couldâve sworn you were really there with Bucky, slow dancing in your living room. The emptiness you felt at his absence clawed at your heart and ripped it to shreds, leaving you hollow. Not only was this man not in your arms, he wasnât even real. Something resembling grief took hold of you, as you yearned for the touch of a person youâd never meet. You mourned his smile, his gentle touch, his oceanic eyes, the way he held you close-
Only one thing could take the awful sensation away, and so you let your eyes close once again, diving back into the world in which you were Bucky's girl- the world that was all in your head.
summary: relapsing wasnât great, ever. but buckyâs is there.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: SELF HARM. i wrote this as a s/h comfort fic and thatâs pretty much all it is. iâm serious if ur triggered by graphic descriptions of self harm please go find a different story.
author note: wrote this A LONG time ago on ao3 and iâm attempting to move all my storys to tumblr. so itâs probably really bad lol. i also wrote this when i was struggling but iâm 6 months clean now!! whoo!
You stare blankly into the distance of your bathroom, your eyes landing on nothing specifically, simply zoning out from the world around you. It was dark besides the blue-tinted night light plugged into the wall across from you. The floor below you was hard and cold, the expensive tile felt like stone under you as your limbs pulled close to your chest, you stayed deadly still. The aftermath ritual of relapsing. Moments ago you were dry heaving, tears streaming down your face as you desperately scratched away at your skin trying to find that small blade hidden away in attempts you'd forget. Your mind was racing so fast that you couldnât keep track of a single thought for more than a second, and it wouldn't stop. And now, you sit in a weird comfortable peace, face dry of tears and incredibly tired. Your limbs burned from your self-inflicted torture but you couldn't be bothered to focus on it.
Today hadn't been a hard day exactly. Actually, it had been a relatively good week, but these things just creep up on you like that. Ended up with you coming to the alternative that wasn't exactly smart but you trusted it, it has worked before. You ignored Thor calling you down for dinner, it wasn't an unusual thing for an avenger to refuse and miss out. Everyone was dealing with their own shit. You hoped no one would notice your absence. But when have you ever been right before?
Your bathroom door was slightly cracked open, but it was slowly nudged further open as you heard a soft knock at your door. A familiar gruff voice called your name. It was Bucky, Bucky's room was across from yours and you both shared a small kitchen and common area as you two were the only ones on the floor of Starks enormous tower. You suffered from insomnia and he suffered from horrible night terrors that left him screaming awake. So naturally, the two of you found comfort in each other, whether it be sharing a bed for the night or being in each other's presence in the kitchen or living room in the dead of night when neither of you could bear to sleep. Bucky wasn't foreign to your addiction, to him walking in on your aftermath ritual of dissociating on a cold, hard floor.
âDoll?â his voice sounded worried from the other side of the door. You couldn't bear to tear your eyes away from whatever you were staring at, or even muster up a small noise as a response. You didn't move. Nonetheless, he pushed the rest of your door open, and right as he came into view you were void of your trance. Your eyes snapped to him. Bucky stood with his vibranium hand gripping the doorknob, his metal finger wrapped tighter as he processed the sight of you. His eyes were wide and worried, and a wave of terror flashed across his face.
You only bow your head in shame, you couldnât look at him and see how disgust and disappointment filled his face. Bucky's footsteps ascended towards you, you wanted to yell and push him away and lock the door and never let anyone back in but, you were tired and he was much stronger than you. So you continued to sit still until the flesh warmth of Bucky's hand rose to your face, directing you to look at him. His face showed so many emotions you couldn't begin to suspect what he was feeling. He was just staring into your eyes, those perfect ocean blue eyes. He slowly shook his head disapprovingly.
You blinked, once, twice. Your throat croaked as you attempted to apologize to the man in front of you but nothing came out.
Your eyes diverted down again, you felt on fire under his stare. âDo I need to take you to the med wing?â
He asked this question every time, and you always shot your head up and would rapidly shake your head and beg him not to carry you away to be fixed by an unfamiliar doctor and have to bear the disapproving looks of anyone you saw in the hall. And word gets around fast in the tower to by the end of the night everyone would know of your damage.
âBucky.â your voice came out hoarse but quick. âPlease don't make me go, please.â He just looked back at you, leaving you unanswered. His hand still held steady on your face, he was squatting down to your height. The silence was deafening but as soon as you were about to make up some excuse for your relapse, his hand left your face and the warmth left your body with it making you feel cold and weak once again.
âSame place as last time?â Bucky asked but it sounded more like a statement than a question as he opened a cabinet and grabbed bandages and your usual stuff to clean the open wounds on your arms.
You didn't usually clean yourself up after, besides just getting water and cleaning up extra blood. All your life you left the scars untreated. You were never sure if you did this as an extra way of torture, letting the sting of the cuts linger longer or because that meant the marks would be more apparent for longer, leaving a reminder for you all the time. The first time Bucky had walked in on you, he ran to bruce's lab and back after you begged and pleaded with him not to take you to the med bay. And he came back with enough bandages to cover your wounds and then by the next day you found a box of bandages and tape as well as hydrogen peroxide to clean your wounds sitting on your bed in a Walgreens bag. A small gesture that weirdly made you want to do it less, but you would never tell Bucky that.
Bucky turned back to you with a bottle and cotton pads in his hands, he sat across from you on the bathroom floor. Your eyes averted away from his face, you couldn't hide the embarrassment on your face, you felt like a little kid that made a mess just for someone else to unrightfully clean it up for you.
âSweetheart, I need you to look at me.â his soft voice rang through your head, and as much as you didn't want to you obeyed. Your eyes traveled up Bucky's face to meet with his blue eyes, he looked tired and upset and suddenly another way of guilt went through you. âI'm going to clean this up, okay?â he waited patiently for your response, you just nodded tiredly. âThis is going to sting, just tell me if it's too much, and Iâll stop.â
Slowly, Bucky grabbed your arm from your lap and he began running the clothes across the wounds. You watched the blood wash away just for it to keep coming up from the lines you created. You bit your lip, you felt like you were going to cry out but you were simply too drained to shed another tear.
âLook at me.â bucky said, âI need you to look at me.â
You tore your eyes away from your wrist and met with his eyes once again. His icy blue eyes that you could get lost in, as cheesy as it sounds, you just genuinely could stare at him all day just to drown in the ocean he had for eyes. Bucky Barnes was an incredibly attractive man, you would not deny that, and almost every person on the planet would agree with you. Women swooned for him left and right in the 40s, as Steve would retell stories of their past life decades ago. But there was truly something so different about him. The shape of his nose and the hollow of his cheeks, his jawline looked like it was sculpted by the gods, and his smile. Oh god, his smile was such a beautiful and rare thing. During the past months of being close, you would sometimes do anything to get a good genuine smile out of him, even if it mean embarrassing yourself in the process.
âYou're staring, dear,â Bucky spoke, and you looked down to see your arm had already been wrapped in the white bandages. Damn, had you been staring at him that long?
âYou told me to look at you, not my fault.â shrugging your shoulders, beginning to pull your arm back to you but Bucky's grip tightened. Not enough to hurt you but enough just to keep you from pulling away from him. A moment of silence fell between you before he brought your arm up to his lips and he placed a gentle kiss on your bandaged skin. He looked back up to you before shifting his weight so he could lean in and continue to place another kiss on your forehead. The warmth spreads through you and makes you feel lighter and slightly better.
âI'm disappointed in you, doll,â he whispered. you nodded in agreement, knowing he should be. âYou need to understand how much this hurts me too, everytime I see you like this, it hurts me so much because I care about you more than you imagine.â
He spoke clearly and genuinely, the words hit you hard in the chest. Making you feel equally better knowing he cared but also worst because you hurt him, one of the things in life you actively attempt to avoid. His eyes turned glossy and he swallowed hard and, suddenly your throat went dry again. You couldnât speak a word of a response so you just bow your head again, averting eye contact so speaking to bucky would feel less intimidating.
âIt has to hurt, it won't stop unless I do this.â you choked out, waterworks started up once again and the tears started streaming. âI'm sorry, buck. I just never know what else to do.â
Bucky grabbed you gently and pulled you into him, feeling his warmth more closely. He shushed you softly and wiped away the tears from your cheek as he placed another kiss on the top of your head. Holding you close to his chest, you would faintly hear his heartbeat over your racing thoughts, bringing you down back to earth as you focused on the beats of his chest. Eventually, you calmed down completely but bucky didn't let you go yet, he still held you close. He was slightly rocking you back and forth as he rubbed your back with his metal arm.
âCan you sit still and be good for a moment? I need to grab something real quick, sweetheart.â he pulled away just far enough so he could see your face. He wiped away whatever tears remained on your face. Bucky gave you a small reassuring smile as you nodded while mumbling a quiet agreement.
And soon enough he got up and the warmth of his body left you again feeling empty and you slumped back into the wall behind you. You felt so drained and limp you could have fallen unconscious right here an now. The quietness of the room felt intimating, it was so easy for you to grow accustomed to Buckyâs presence that it terrified you. You wondered if he would lie and leave and not come back, finally getting fed up with your self-destruction and cleaning up your messes. You wouldnât blame him for it, leaving you, you didn't believe you deserves an ounce of his care. He was an ex-assassin and struggling to come back from being brainwashed to do horrible things without a choice, while now being in a new time, having to adjust to a new world. He needed to focus on himself and take time to recover. Not take care of you. But as soon as you were about to convince yourself Bucky wasn't coming back and that you did in fact deserved it he came through the bathroom door again, with a bowl in his hands.
You tilt your head, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion to see a bowl of ice in his hands as he sets it down in between the two of you. bucky sits down next to you and grabs ahold of your unbandaged arm. âIf it absolutely has to hurt,â he grabs a couple of cubes of ice and puts them in your hand to hold. âHolding ice for a while usually leaves a sting.â
As your fingers wrapped around the cold cubes in your hand, you waited and as he said, it left a small sting. You held it in your warm, sweaty hands until it melted and grabbed another fistful. Your eyes traveled up to Buckyâs face to see he was already looking at you with loving eyes.
âBucky..â you began to speak, but your words fell short and nothing came out.
He sighed, âI'm not going to tell you to stop, because I understand what youâre feeling.â he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. âBut I really care about you and it hurts knowing you have to harm yourself to feel better.â
âI'm sorry,â you said, was all you could think to say to him at this moment. You dropped the rest of the ice into the bowl and shoved it aside and shifted, trying to scoot your drained body close to bucky. âI'm sorry that I hurt you.â
Bucky blinked a few times before grabbing your face again and giving you another comforting kiss on your forehead. Both vibranium and flesh hands raised to hold your face, pulling all your attention onto him.
âPromise me that next time you feel like this. come to my room and ill take care of you, dollâ he spoke sincerely. His eyes sparkled with admiration it almost made you want to cry.
You raised a shaky hand and stuck out your pinky finger in front of him. âPink promise.â
Bucky's eyes shot from your face to your hand, and a small smile crept onto his face at your gesture. But nonetheless, he took his flesh hand in yours, repeating the line before both of you locked it with a kiss on the hand.
âNow let's get you to bed.â
And with that Bucky helped you up, guiding you slowly to your bedroom. He asked you if you wanted to change out of your clothes, and you just explained to him how tired you were and you flopped onto the bed. After tucking yourself comfortably under your blanket and settling to your side, Bucky followed after tugging off his shirt. His arms wrapped around you as he began to speak sweet nothings into the back of your head as you dozed off into sleep.
apparently people are now purchasing thick water to make slimes with because of a trend on tiktok
thick water is for disabled people who canât swallow properly. stores usually have extremely limited supplies of it.
please donât buy thick water for fun or to make slime with. itâs literally the only way some disabled people can drink anything. Itâs not a fucking toy
My second fic, and the first time I've tried writing about agere. I hope it's okay! Constructive critism welcome! Sorry I don't know how to do the cut thing.
Bucky Barnes x Little reader.
You're desperate to regress, but your house mate is home and you try not to. He has other ideas.
Can't think of any trigger warnings. I guess *slightly* forced regression, but in a caring concerned way?
You walked into your apartment with a tired sigh. Work had been awful, your creepy co worker had spent the day hitting on you no matter how many times you had told him you had a boyfriend. You didnât have a boyfriend, but he had no way to verify that. He did know you lived with Bucky though, so you just let him assume that you were a couple.
You dumped your work bag and the stack of files youâd been carrying onto the table and kicked off your shoes. You just needed to get changed into something comfy, find some snacks and chocolate milk, then you could go to your room and regress. Bucky was on a mission and wouldnât be home for a few days so you knew that he wouldnât catch you in your little state.
You were just about to go into the kitchen to get your snacks and chocolate milk when you heard him.
âHey, doll, you okay?â A soft voice said from behind you, making you jump and drop the packet of goldfish crackers youâd been about to pour into a bowl.
âBucky!â You spun around, wide eyed and desperately started trying to fight off the regression that had been starting to take over your mind.
He chuckled and held his hands up showing you he meant no harm. âJeez doll, itâs just me!â He didnât raise his voice, continuing to speak softly, though amusement was evident on his face. âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you. I thought you heard me coming.â
You shook your head and smiled. Internally you were screaming. âNo, no no! I canât regress in front of Bucky!â Â âIâm fine, sorry I must have been in my own world. Youâre back early?â You questioned. Maybe he was just back to get something? You needed to regress and it was hard to fight it. Just had to get a snack and retreat to your room.
âYeahâ He nodded. âTurns out they donât need a full team, Nat and Steve have gone aloneâÂ
You were fighting the need to slip with every ounce of will you had. âOh.. what are you gonna do now?â You didnât hear the slightly higher pitch of your voice, or the way you were fiddling anxiously with your sleeves. However it didnât go unnoticed by Bucky and he tilted his head, concern flashing in his eyes.
âDoll, you okay?â He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise when you stepped back fearfully. He removed his hand, the concern now more prominent on his face. âDoll? You know Iâd never hurt you, right?â
You nod and wring your hands anxiously. You could feel yourself slipping and were desperately trying to stop it. ââM fineâ you said, and you wince inwardly, you heard your voice that time and realised you were slipping faster than you thought. You grab the bag of goldfish, deciding to forget about the rest of your snacks and chocolate milk for now, intending to rush to your bedroom and hide in there for the rest of the night. Bucky stops you with another hand on your shoulder as you try to push past him.
âHey, hey, whereâs the fire? Whatâs wrong?â He was concerned, heâd never seen you act like this, and you had certainly never acted scared of him before. He waited for you to answer him, frowning when you stiffened under his hand. He let go again and let you go with a sigh. He wasnât going to force you to stay and talk to him when you very clearly didnât want to. He figured heâd give you a little while to calm down and check on you later. He made his way back to his room and lay on his bed with the book heâd been reading. He would have stayed there if he hadnât heard you muttering anxiously in your own room. His super soldier senses made it easy for him to hear, though he usually did his best to block it out. He couldnât this time though, not when he could hear that you were so worked up about something.
âNo no, not in front of Bucky, come on y/n. You can fight this!â You were pacing in your room, desperately trying not to slip. You knew that now Bucky was concerned about you, he wouldnât leave you alone the whole night. You knew he would come and check on you and you couldnât afford to be in your littlespace when he did. He couldnât see you like that, no one could. If youâd known he was going to be home, you would have been more prepared to stop it, having the whole day to work through it. Unfortunately, you hadnât known he would be home and had been planning for it all day, so now you were home it was getting harder and harder to fight off.Â
Youâd already put all your little items in the wardrobe so you couldnât see them, including the plush toy that usually lived on your bed. You were hoping that not being able to see the things that you usually used in your little time would make it easier for you to stop the slip.
You gasped when he knocked on your door, calling out to see if you were okay.
âJ-just a minute!â You hastily looked around your room, checking for anything that might give it away before sighing and telling him to come in.
He opened the door and walked in, taking a breath when he saw you. He could see your whole body was tense and you looked on the verge of a panic attack. âHey, hey whatâs wrong?â He moved toward you, careful not to touch you this time. He knew you didnât like to be touched. You tolerated the occasional short hug from him, but that was all. The hands on your shoulders earlier were normally okay too, but youâd made it clear to him that they werenât at the moment, so he just kept his hands where you could see them and crouched in front of you to be less intimidating.
âJ-just a bad dayâ you whispered and gasped when you heard your voice. You were still slipping and you couldnât stop it! This was bad. You quickly looked to the side, trying to look anywhere but at Bucky. This time, Bucky gasped quietly as it clicked in his head. You were regressing! Well, you were trying NOT to regress, but he recognised the signs. Heâd never been in the lifestyle himself, but he knew that Steve had had a little at one point and heâd seen them interact a couple of times. Nodded to himself, unseen by you and decided to just treat you like he would a scared child.
âShh, shh itâs okay, little one.â
He saw you freeze and your breath catch in your throat. âN-not little!â he heard you say frantically, your voice still in that higher pitch but not quite childlike yet. He could see that you desperately needed to regress, and that you were trying not to so he decided to just carry on, hoping to make you feel safe and go into your littlespace. He edged closer to you, still not touching you yet, keeping his movements slow so you could see everything he was doing.
âOh I know youâre not, not just yet, but you want to be so badly, donât you little doll?â
You froze again, slowly turning to look at Bucky. âN-no! D-dunno what youâre talking about!â you had to fight the urge to stomp your foot. This was bad, Bucky was going to see! You couldnât let that happen!
Bucky just smiled at you, slowly reaching out and curling his fingers around your wrist, gently tugging you toward him. âItâs okay little doll, Iâm here. Youâre safe with me.â his voice was soft, doing his best to sound calming as he pulled you into him, gently wrapping his arms around you. He felt you stiffen but didnât let you go this time, he simply gently ran his metal hand up and down your back in soothing circles while gently pressing your head into his chest with the other. You stayed stiff, starting to tremble and he worried that heâd pushed you too far. He keeps going though, murmuring softly to you, taking the fact that while you were anxious, you werenât pulling away as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stops rubbing your back, using that hand to scoop you up into his arms and moving to the bed with you, he sits on it, leaning back against the headboard and pulls you fully onto him, still making soothing noises and starts rubbing your back again.
âThatâs it little doll, you just relax here in my arms. Let Bucky take care of you. Just let it happen⊠everythingâs okayâ
You keep fighting desperately but you feel yourself losing the fight. You knew for certain that you were going to lose it when you felt yourself relaxing into his touch despite yourself. âThere you go⊠good girl..â when he called you a good girl you could no longer fight it, and just let it take over. You cuddled into him, your thumb sucked into your mouth and closed your eyes. You heard Bucky chuckle quietly.
âThere you go little doll, thatâs much better isnât it?â You blinked up at him and saw him smiling softly down at you. You nodded at him shyly, still worried about being little in front of him, but now youâd slipped, you were much more open to accepting the comfort and safety that his presence offered.
âNothing to worry about little doll, you just relax here in Buckyâs arms. Iâll take care of you.â He started stroking your hair softly and rocking from side to side slowly, smiling gently at you as your eyes started falling closed.
âShh, thatâs it, little one.. Just let yourself drift away. You donât need to worry about a thing.â
You sighed contentedly and let yourself drift off to sleep. Maybe being little in front of Bucky wasnât so bad after all.
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summary |Â buckyâs learned to be patient with you when youâre having a hard time asking for what you want.
pairing |Â daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader
warnings |Â sfw regression (daddy!bucky and little!reader), reader experiencing extreme shyness, big hurt comfort vibes (no hurt? just? comfort?? lol), SOFT!bucky the softest so patient so gentle, thumb sucking
word count | 1,317
requested by anon |Â oh my so happy youâre taking bucky requests! could you please write something where buckyâs little is really clingy but shy at the same time so like sheâd just stare at daddy and wait for him to understand on his own whenever she wants a kiss or a hug or wants to be held on his lap? And like when he finally gets it and gives her what she needs she melts into him and itâs all warm and fluff?
an |Â hey friend thanks so much for this request iâm so excited for it to be buckyâs first full solo fic :-))) this is so so so sweet, i love it so much! heâd just be the most patient, most encouraging daddy for a baby who had a hard time asking for things. hope you enjoy!
When Bucky hears a light knock on his bedroom door, he answers right away, already knowing who it must be. âBabydoll?â With your hand trembling over the metal doorknob, you twist it warily, pushing the door open and stepping just a foot into the carpeted room. Eyes searching cautiously for your daddy, you find him sitting on his bed in his jammies, reading a worn copy of an old book.
âHey bub,â he greets warmly. âWhat d'you need?â
Swallowing hard, you remain frozen in your spot, your voice failing you as usual as you try to put your thoughts into words. When you find yourself unable to even open your mouth, your heart sinks in your chest, your shoulders falling slightly as you begin to back out of the room the way you came.
âHey, hold on,â Bucky stops you, a frown now forming on his face as he folds the page of his book to save his spot before closing it over and setting it down on his nightstand. Sitting up slightly on the mattress of the bed, the concerned man looks over at you, asking, âWhatâs up, angel? S'there something I can help you with?â
Biting your lower lip, you continue to cling both hands to the side of the door, your feet feeling flimsy beneath you as you once again fail to answer. At your continued silence, a knowing look forms on Buckyâs face as he nods, rising from his feet and making his way over to you. Kneeling down a few feet in front of you to prevent himself from towering above your shaking form, the dark-haired man smiles softly at you, his next words coming out at barely above a whisper. âHey, sweetheart,â he hums, his eyes shifting to the door youâre now half-hiding behind before returning to meet yours. âYou can come in, doll. Itâs alright. Here, com'ere.â
When Bucky motions for you to step towards him, it takes all the courage you have inside your pounding heart to propel you forward, out from behind the safety of the dark wood of the door. âThere you are; hi, peanut. Whatâs on your mind, hmm?â Bucky croons, reaching out and placing a hand on each of your shoulders, guiding you a few inches closer to him. Gently, his hands rub up and down your upper arms in attempts to loosen you up, but you still remain rigid under the kind manâs touch.
Gazing his mild brown eyes into your own, Bucky then asks, âJust feelinâ a little shy, honey?â Gulping louder than you thought you would, you barely manage a nod, prompting your daddy to coo sweetly at you, âAww, thatâs okay, petal. I know my sweet girl just gets quiet sometimes, nothinâ wrong with that, darlinâ. Nothinâ at all.â Slowly, you can feel yourself softening up the slightest bit at his intentional use of some of your favorite nicknames, but both of you know itâs nowhere near enough to break you out of your sheepish spell. âJust wish I knew what I could get you, princess. Know there must be somethinâ in that pretty head'a yours that youâre wantinâ. Right?â
Letting out a shaky breath, you barely make it through another nod, the wide-eyed and terrified look on your face causing Buckyâs heart to simply wrench. Youâve always been this way, or rather, youâve always tended to get this way, whenever your mind becomes a little too heavy and your throat feels like itâs swallowing itself into the pit of your stomach. Bucky always thought he could get shy at times, and then he met you. And while your extreme timidness has always posed as somewhat of a challenge for your relationship, the manâs only ever been more than patient and understanding with you, eventually even finding little ways to coax you out of your shell easier, whether it be by calling you the sweetest names in the book, or finding some way to make you laugh.
âHmm,â Bucky hums as he stands in front of you, a playful look forming on his face as he wonders aloud, âwhat could my baby girl want this time? Does she want⊠to go have a snack?â Bringing a gentle hand down, he scrunches his flesh fingers a few times over your tummy, causing you to giggle shyly as your cheeks heat up. âNo⊠donât think thatâs it. We just had dinner not too long ago, and she did such a good job eating all that spaghetti Sam made for us, didnât she?â Bashfully, you offer a nod, earning a smile from Bucky as he pats your belly proudly.
âSo she doesnât want a snack⊠maybe she wants a bath then?â he tries another guess. As soon as he sees your nose scrunching up at the suggestion, the man chuckles, his metal arm reaching up to stroke back your hair from your face. âIâll take that as a negative, huh? Well then⊠what could it be?â Bringing his other hand down to hold yours, Buckyâs metal fingers trail to just below your chin, tilting your head up slightly to get you to look at him. âThink you could help me out, sweetheart? Donât think Iâm too good at guessinâ.â
With a more intense sense of focus being placed back on you once more, your smile fades away almost instantly, a low tremble building in your bones as you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to keep it from wobbling. âOh angel,â Bucky murmurs, a hint of guilt sinking into his expression as he looks hopefully at you, his eyes urging you to open up. âS'okay, doll. Youâre okay. Itâs just me, right? Just Daddy. You can ask me for anything, honey, anything you want or need and itâll be yours. Just need you to try for me, pumpkin. How about we just give it a try, hmm?â
Biting back tears as you struggle at his request, a quiet whimper rises in your throat, causing Bucky to return his hand from your chin to your shoulder, rubbing gently over the fabric of your puppy-print shirt. âHey,â the man soothes softly, his voice dropping to a low murmur as he senses youâve reached your limit. âOkay, princess. Thatâs okay. S'it just too scary, bub?â A first tear drips down your cheek as you nod weakly, your cheeks burning in humiliation as Bucky reaches out, gathering you into his arms before lifting you up to hold you close to him. âOkay, princess. Thatâs okay. Daddyâs sorry, baby. Know itâs so scary, youâre beinâ so, so brave for me.â
Rising to his feet, the strong man sways you gently, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck as he rubs your back lovingly. âShhh, lovebug. Itâs alright. Daddyâs got you; you just take your time, okay, baby?â But as he finishes muttering his comforting words, Bucky begins to notice how quickly youâve seemed to relax into his hold, your head now out from hiding as it rests its side against his chest, your thumb slotted between your lips as you look up mildly at the man. âAngel?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. âYou alright?â
âMhmm,â you mumble softly. âThank'ou, Daddy.â
At your simple words, Bucky smiles warmly at you, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. âYouâre welcome, peanut. Thatâs all you needed, baby? Just wanted Daddy to hold you?â Earning a nod from you, he lets out a sigh of relief, backing up carefully and sitting himself down on the bed with you now cradled in his lap, your eyes growing droopy at the familiar scent of your daddy surrounding you and the faint sound of his heart beating. âWell donât you worry, little one. Daddyâs right here, gonna hold you all night long,â he soothes, his words sealed as a promise with another kiss to your sleepy head.
I have a cold and binged watched Beauty and The Beast for the first time.
Reader has a cold and wants cuddles with Vincent.
Trigger warnings: Reader is sick
You groaned and started feeling around for your phone on your bedside cabinet. You heard it fall to the floor and swore under your breath, finally opening your eyes with a sigh. Your head was pounding. You could barely breathe through your nose, and your throat felt like it was on fire.
It seemed to be just getting light, or just getting dark. You hoped just getting dark so that it meant that Vincent would be more likely to show up. After managing to reach your phone you looked at the time and smiled a little, 6:45pm, that meant Vincent was likely to show up. You were pretty sure that you just had a cold, but Vincent had been a doctor in a previous life and could likely tell you for sure. Plus, he generally wasn't against being used as a human pillow.
You stumbled around your apartment, pulling on some sweatpants and a hoodie that you'd stolen from your boyfriend. You got yourself a glass of water and sighed when you realised that you'd run out of painkillers. You refilled your glass and lit a few candles, deciding to keep the light as low as possible in hopes that it would help keep the headache in check. You let yourself sink onto the sofa and closed your eyes, holding your cold glass against your forehead until you exploded into a sneezing fit.
You tried to set the glass down on the table as the sneezing fit turned into a coughing fit and missed, the glass smashing against the floor. You internally groaned as you coughed, trying to get a decent breath. The next thing you knew, gentle hands were pushing you back against the sofa and brushing your hair from your face.
âJust breathe, youâre okayâ
One of the hands moved to your forehead as you managed to take a shaky breath.
âVincent, I think Iâm dyingâ you mumbled as you relaxed back against the sofa cushions, watching Vincent move to the kitchen to get some paper towels to clear up the broken glass and filling a new glass for you.
He chuckled softly as he came back, placing the glass in your hands before he clears up the broken glass and water. Once heâs thrown everything away he sits next to you on the sofa, taking the glass and placing it on the table for you.
âYouâre not dying sweetheart, but you do have a nasty cold. Why didnât you tell me that youâre sick?â
You moved to cuddle up against him and he wrapped an arm around you, letting you snuggle into his chest.
âIt wasnât this bad this morning, I figured Iâd take a nap and Iâd feel better.â You knew you sounded sulky, but you didnât care. He rubbed his thumb up and down your arm soothingly.
âThatâs not how it works unfortunately, though sleep is a good idea. Have you eaten?â You shook your head and he pulled his phone. You heard him tapping out a text before he kissed the top of your head and carefully moved you so he could stand up.
âOkay, letâs get you back to bed, then Iâll take care of food. JT is picking up some things for me, Iâll have him drop them at the front door.â Heâd been walking you towards the bedroom as he was speaking. Once you were inside, he helped you change and tucked you into bed. He left and returned with your glass of water, setting it on your bedside table, then sat on the side of the bed, brushing your hair back again.
âDo you feel like eating?â
You shook your head âNot at the moment, I need this headache to go first.â
He frowned at you âYou didnât take anything for it?â
âNo, I thought I had some aspirin left, but apparently notâ
He took his phone out again and sent another text, presumably to JT to add aspirin to the list, then settled beside on the bed, pulling you into him. He started talking softy about nothing in particular, letting you listen until you drifted to sleep, listening to his voice rumble in his chest.
When you woke up, he wasnât in the room, but there was some tablets next to your glass of water telling you to take them. You recognised the aspirin, and assumed the other two were some sort of cold medication. You took them and climbed out of bed, shuffling to the living room you found Vincent in your kitchen heating some soup and putting some crackers on a plate.
âHey, what are you doing up?â he looked over to you, concerned as you lowered yourself to the sofa again.
âMy pillow was gone, I needed to find it.â
He grinned, pouring the soup into a bowl and brings it over to you with the crackers. âOh, so Iâm just a pillow now, huh?â
âWell, I guess youâre an okay body guardâ you grinned up at him and he feigned a shocked look.
âOkay? I am an EXCELLENT body guard! Iâll have you know I took out a VERY dangerous 5 year old today, saved hundreds of innocent lives!â
âOh yeah, were they secretly a ninja assassin?â
âNo, but they could have killed hundreds if I hadnât caught the bear bomb they threw during their tantrum!â
You started laughing, which lead to another coughing fit. Vincent carefully sat you up, rubbing at your back as you coughed. Once you were done, he handed you your water to sip at and placed it back when you were done before gently laying you down against him again.
You snuggled against him again and closed your eyes and listened as he told you about his day.
He was gone when you woke up in the morning, but there were meds on your bedside table again with instructions for taking them throughout the day and telling you to rest up and take care of yourself until he came back later that night. You smiled and decided to get up, bed was boring and you could always burrito yourself on the couch.
You were still there when Vincent arrived that evening. You felt like death, but having Vincent there made everything feel better. You could live with a cold if it meant extra cuddles with your beloved beast.
I've posted one story, and it seems to have gone pretty well. My problem is that I've tried writing a few more stories, and I just can't figure out how to make them less wordy. For example, I've just started a Hawaii Five-0 story, it's over 600 words, and all that's happened in the reader has walked into the headquarters. There's a small memory part where she remembers how she ended up there. The thing is, I don't know how to choose what is important and what to skip.
Do I just finish the story and then try and cut it down, or do I do it now? And in either case, how do I decide?
I've posted one story, and it seems to have gone pretty well. My problem is that I've tried writing a few more stories, and I just can't figure out how to make them less wordy. For example, I've just started a Hawaii Five-0 story, it's over 600 words, and all that's happened in the reader has walked into the headquarters. There's a small memory part where she remembers how she ended up there. The thing is, I don't know how to choose what is important and what to skip.
Do I just finish the story and then try and cut it down, or do I do it now? And in either case, how do I decide?
Brother Winter (Teen!Reader x Bucky Barnes [Platonic])
Requested by @anxious-queerboiâ for *Bucky rescuing a teen from Hydra and keeping them safe. Maybe Bucky becoming an intensely over protective older brother, maybe not young teen reader though, maybe 19? and reader has a bit of a crush on Steve? :) Â
They were preparing you for the same process theyâd use on the Maximoff Twins years into the future, with key differences
They had visions of creating an Empowered super soldier. One with telekinesis and telepathy and whatever else they could cram into your DNA.
After kidnapping you and wiping your memories, they sent you to Siberia to be trained by the Winter Soldier, their greatest and most obedient. After the catastrophic failure they had in making more Winter Soldiers, they were going to be very careful with you.
The Soldier and you were forced into proximity, because they knew he would bond with you - this was against protocol, but the creators of the Soldier had been dead for decades.
You were weak and the Soldier was a ruthless teacher while under the commands of your handlers, but he came to care for you - rather like a pet. You were the only one other than his handler to get physically near him and they used that to their great advantage. Heâs only technically about three or four years older than you, in any case.
Unfortunately, they succeeded in Enhancing you - though luckily they had to put you under ice before they could utilize your telekinetic and telepathic abilities and your super soldier physicality
Bucky remembers you though - even when they wiped him, he retained the thought of that scared young man he protected
And when he broke free of HYDRA control, he knew heâd have to go find you.
So he did - you remember awakening and the Soldier speaking to you in American English, helping you escape - and you went with him, knowing he was the only thing safe.
But the Soldier was different than you remember, and he helps bring you out of your shell. Neither of you are the people you once were, or what HYDRA made you into, but you have become a little family of new beings, an older brother and a younger one, facing this new world that is so unfamiliar
âCome on. Dance with me!â He lends out his hand with a smile.
âI have dishes, Buck. After.â You reply laughing at your boyfriend's actions.
âPlease?â He questions with that look he knows you canât say no to. âDishes can wait babe. Dance me with.â
Dropping the dish you had he smirks knowing he won. âKnew you couldnât say no to me.â
His arms wrap around your waist. The dance starts slow but thereâs no music. He sways you both before youâre speaking up again.
âHm, whereâs our music, Buckley?â You interrogate him.
âWe donât need it. Watch.â Before you can ask what he meant youâre spinning out and then back into his arms. It makes you giggle, this is the man you love and nothing will change it.
He leads you away from the corner and spins you again midway. âDidnât think you knew how to dance.â You joke with him, making him fake hurt. âOuch. Iâm gone.â Before heâs picking you up and spinning with you.
âSee we donât need music.â He inquires abandoning the kitchen before turning on a stereo and making his way back over to you. âBut it does add to the fun. Come on angel, let's have some fun.â He says grabbing you as an upbeat song plays.
He starts moving his shoulders to the beat and spinning himself with your hand. âI love you.â You giggle as you start mimicking his movements dancing around the kitchen,
A perfect way to start a Saturday.
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