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Set a Fire in My Heart
Summary: You live in the same building as Bucky and Sam always teases Bucky about going out with you, little does he know that you have feelings for him, and you end up taking him out to a 40’s themed bar.
*Warnings - none, pure fluff, kissing, soft Bucky.
You could hear Bucky and Sam’s distinct distinct laughter in the hallway of the apartment building as you neared the front door with your laundry basket. A small smile crept its way to your face as you heard Sam’s muffled voice teasing Bucky about something, likely something that happened on a mission. You opened your door clutching the laundry basket against your hip, awkwardly bumping into the frame of the door as you squeezed passed. Bucky’s head instantly raised as he noticed your door opening and came rushing to your aid, taking the basket from under your arm, “hey, let me get that” Your eyes met and there was a prolonged silence where the two of you just stared at each other, you were completely lost in his angelic blue eyes and all the breath left your body for a moment in pure bliss. He gave you a subtle smile as his flesh hand grazed over your taking the basket from your grip.
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That funny feeling
Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: pet names are something that’s equally very easy and very hard for Joel (based on this request!)
Tags: established relationship, F-L-U-F-F, a grain of angst, idiots in love, a lot of overthinking uGH, mutual dumbassery, love deprived (& soft) Joel, i’m playing with the timeline here a bit, alsoo suggestive undertones hehe
Warnings: swearing and miscommunication, and nothing more ig
Word count: 3.6K
A/N: i’m finally feeling okay!! it took a while and i’m sorry for the wait. as always i hope you all will like what i came up with, and thank you again dear for requesting 💕
One of the things you noticed during those first few months of being in a relationship with Joel – and one which probably surprised you the most – was his fondness for using endearments when he was addressing you.
He called you by many names – darlin’, sweetheart and baby were just a tip of the iceberg.
And you adored it. Every single one of them.
How could you not when those pet names sounded so precious in that low and gruff voice of his? When the fact that he chose to let you get a glimpse at his softer side made you feel so special?
He clearly liked doing this, too – and, as you suspected, watching your reaction when you received them. The tug of his lips and that dimple you so loved were an indicator enough that he wasn’t doing it out of obligation or because it was somehow expected of him.
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Bucky x single mom reader, Steve, Sam
This is just all FLUFF
Imagine Bucky babysitting your four year old daughter for the first time. You have a conference you have to go to last minute and you’ve never left her alone with anyone else before. Bucky hates seeing the way the worry eats you, wondering who could look after her on such short notice. He loves spending time with your baby so he has no problem offering his time if that’s something you’re okay with.
You don’t want to pressure him into anything but you’re beyond grateful because there’s no one else you trust more and you know she’d feel safe with him.
“Be good for Prince Charming, alright?” You whisper, making her giggle, giving her a kiss on her cheek. She nods, going back inside to finish her breakfast, already excited about the weekend she’s going to have with mommy’s special friend. Mommy had lots of friends but Bucky was her favorite.
As soon as you’re out the door, Bucky starts to feel nervous. He wants to do a good job and show you he’s in this for the long run, he’s here for the both of you. Your daughter is an absolute angel, so he knows he has nothing to worry about but still. He looks over the checklist you left for him, memorizing everything on it just to be safe.
He goes over to the kitchen, where your little one has finished eating, tip toeing over the sink to wash her hands. He lifts her onto a stool, helping her clean off before they go over to the living room and plop down on the sofa.
“What do you want to do today princess”
“It’s Saturday” She made a thinking face while clambering into his large lap, “Oh! We bake on Saturday”
Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he picked up a whisk or spatula but he wasn’t going to break tradition or disappoint the cutest face he’d seen in his life. He nodded, scooping her up in one arm, scrolling through recipes on his phone, setting her down on the kitchen island.
“How about sugar cookies?” He took your daughters wide eyes and clapping hands as an immediate yes, grabbing what he needed from the cupboards and fridge. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to turn upside down but the sweet aroma of cookies wafting through the house made Bucky smile. He chuckled at the soft giggles your little one made as she iced each cookie, pink frosting smeared across her nose and cheeks, though not seeming to care one bit. Bucky felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, immediately grabbing it incase if was you.
“How you holdin’ up punk” Bucky can could hear the smile in Steve’s voice, his best friend knowing how big a step this was for him.
“We’re both alive” Bucky snorted, looking at the mess of sprinkles and sugar around the kitchen, nothing too disastrous. “We made enough cookies to feed an army”
“Say no more”
Bucky and your daughter both do a perfect job of cleaning up the mess, thought struggling to find enough containers to put all the cookies in. She decides a tea party would be a good idea as an excuse to eat the cookies that didn’t fit into the boxes.
Who was he to disagree? He helped her pick out a dress to wear along with matching shoes, softly brushing her hair and tying bows into her pigtails. He changed out of his flour covered clothes, cleaning himself up for a distinguished night of apple juice, cookies, carrot sticks and Beauty and the Beast.
The doorbell rings and your daughter sets down her cup, wondering who it could be.
“Mommy’s home?” She looks at him with curious eyes, just a tad bit disappointed all the fun is already ending. Or so she thought.
Your babygirl has no idea what to do with herself when she’s surrounded by Prince Charming’s handsome friends. She hides behind Bucky’s large form, peeking from behind him before taking Steve and Sam’s large hands in her tiny ones over to her set up.
If only you were there to witness the sight of the large men all clambered together in a circle with their pinkies up, holding cups that could fit in their palms. They’re all in various get ups your little one dressed them up in, tiaras, feathers, lace and beads strewn across them.
Steve made a mental note to cry happy tears later, not now, watching your daughter dote over Bucky the most, constantly filling his cup, inching towards his side whenever she sat down.
Sam was between wanting to laugh at the super solider nearly topping off the 1 foot chair he was given and crying over how cute little your babygirl was, politely making the rounds with her tray of cookies. His eyes may or may not have glossed over when she ignored her own chair and decided Bucky’s lap was a comfier place to sit.
“You sit down and relax princess, how about you get changed and let us take care of all this” Steve smiled, clearing up the cups and plates, letting Bucky take your daughter up to get washed and changed into her pj’s. By the time she was back down, all she had to do was get comfy and pick a movie, happily snuggled between the her favorite Prince and his handsome Knight friends.
As you walk though the door, your eyes grow wide at the mass of large shoes on the mat, smiling curiously when you can hear your baby’s favorite movie and the smell of cookies still lingering around the house. You quietly padded down the hall, biting your lip seeing the three men all squished together on your sofa with your babygirl tucked right in the middle, their eyes all glues to the screen.
Sam pawed at Steve’s thigh, silently asking for a tissue, as Belle cries over Beast, waiting for him to wake up. Your daughter was the first to notice you were home, the rest of the audience too heavily invested in the movie.
“Mommy look! It’s our favorite part!” She wiggled out of her comfy spot, jumping into your arms as you scooped her up.
The three men, looked up at you, all teary eyed, while your little one grinned, excited to see Beast transform into Adam so he could be happy with Belle. You giggled, watching Steve pass the box of tissues over again, collective sniffles shared between the three.
Sam and Steve shared knowing glances, noting the way Bucky’s cheeks were now tinted pink, looking lovingly at you and your daughter. They quickly said their good byes, not before promising your little one they’d be to see her again; they wouldn’t miss her tea parties for the world.
You tucked your daughter in for the night, making your way back down to find Bucky holding two mugs of tea, setting them down on the coffee table and tugging you into his lap on the couch.
“Welcome home, mama” He smiled, kissing your hair, his hand massaging up and down your spine. He’d never felt more loved and happy in his life, feeling like he finally had a little family to himself, a place to call home.
“She loves spending time with you” You relaxed in his hold, toying with is dog tags, smiling to yourself over how perfect it all felt. The piece that always felt missing in your home was complete when Bucky was around. “We both do”
He smiled against your hair, feeling more confident in his decision, thinking about the ring that sat in his drawer back at the compound.
Soon.
“I love you” He smiled, holding you tightly in his arms, “I love you both”
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Whatever It Takes
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 3,2k
Summary: Bucky Barnes knows the way to drive you up the wall in frustration, fed up with it, you show him that you know how to play just the same.
Warning(s): fluff, teasing Bucky, bit of a little shit but a charmer too, language!
A/N: Here’s a little one shot for you all!! I hope you enjoy, once again, thank you for your endless love and support, I appreciate it beyond words! And can we all just die over this gif, cause I’m dying all over again! disclaimer, yes I’m aware the title is the same as Poon’s fic, but we already had a laugh about that ;)
You huffed.
Contemplative, frustrated.. Annoyed.
Eyes darted from the notebook in front of you to the clock on the wall. You bit your lip, managing to contain a displeased groan.
It was late.
23:57, to be exact.
On a Monday, and yet, 208 pages still remained unread and the deadline stamp of ‘8 o’clock sharp on your boss’ desk in the morning’ refused to change, and you huffed again.
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Waiting Game | OS | b.b.
Pairing: Biker Gang!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You knew being associated with one of the most notorious and dangerous biker gangs in the city was bad, let alone scandalously dating their kingpin in secret, but you never thought you’d have to face those consequences. Until now.
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: angsty with dashes of fluff. death mentions, violence, blood
A/N: This is my entry for @realbucky’s October Writing Challenge! My prompt was “He smiled, and his face was like the sun.” Please let me know what you think :)
You heard them before you saw them.
Even with the music playing throughout the bar, you could still hear the rumbles of the motorcycles barreling down the road. Turning your back to the front door, your eyes rolled upwards.
Please don’t pull in.
Please. Please don’t pull in.
Despite your closed eyes and turned back, you still could practically see the three hogs that pulled up right in front of the entrance, the engines suddenly cutting off. When you finally turned around, you watched as three helmetless leather jackets climbed off the bikes, shooting remarks and laughs at each other as they made their way to the door.
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Apothecary - A Joel Miller Story
joel miller x witchy!reader
joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop in Jackson, and the strange rumors swirling around her.
warnings | 18+ angst, fluff, spooky ooky stuff
a/n | this was born out of me getting high and rewatching practical magic. i intend to make this a lil universe in and of itself bc i love the idea :)
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Triage
Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader
Summary: A slightly reckless and exceedingly charming paramedic carries a young girl into your ER, proving that not all superheroes wear capes.
Warnings: set in an emergency room, I am not a healthcare worker and my medical knowledge is limited to what I’ve seen in Greys Anatomy lol, incident where people are injured from a derailed train, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, injuries to a young child, needles & stitching, my terrible attempt at writing flirty banter
Word count: 3.2k
A/N: based off the winner of this poll, we say hello to paramedic!Bucky ❤️ this is my first entry for the Connect 4: Into an Alternate June-iverse Event by @buckybarnesevents, fulfilling the prompt ‘First Responder AU’. Thank you to @rookthorne who looked this over for me and gave me the confidence to keep writing it 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies
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“Incoming trauma. Train collided with a car and derailed. First wave ETA three minutes.”
At the moment your director of emergency medicine announces the tragedy and flood of imminently arriving patients, the televisions in the emergency room switch to breaking news - a presenter, wearing a solemn expression, speaks as a split screen shows what you can only describe as a colossal catastrophe.
The ER becomes silent as all eyes focus on the screens, only the rhythmic beeping of the pulse oximeters cut through the silence, a heavy weight blanketing the room as the realisation of what you’re seeing sets in.
You can’t hear what precisely he’s saying, but you can’t bring yourself to look away whilst watching the live chopper vision of smoke billowing from the train laying unnaturally on its side, barely any movement from the scene makes you wonder if anyone could have survived the incident.
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kith and kin
pairing: joel miller x f!reader (pairing from the soccer parents AU)
summary: your parents finally meet joel in the midst of celebrating your daughter’s birthday.
word count: 8.3k
warnings: brief mention of past abuse, a little tough love from reader’s mom, no use of y/n, cursing, alternate universe: no apocalypse, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, joel is a little anxious, your daughters are sassy, very lightly edited
author’s note: i’ve had the worst writers block recently, but i love this pairing too much to let them go. feel free to send me any requests!
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ready
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader
Word Count: 655
Warnings: none!
A/N: another short little idea I had! <3 I’ve been swamped with work recently, but I promise I’ll update IOF and finish my other two smutty one shots as soon as I can (probably late April). In the meanwhile I had to get this down lol
It’s date night. The expression fills your chest with butterflies, and you feel like a teenager again. Date night. An Italian restaurant with white tablecloths and gleaming tableware, waiters in black vests and white shirts.
You’ve devoted a whole hour to getting ready, taking your time with your hair, your makeup, picking out the perfect perfume for the occasion. You showered, lathering your whole body with soap, and then lotion. And even though you and Aaron live together, and you have for years, as the clock nears 7pm, you can’t help but feel the anticipation of him arriving to pick you up. In his sleek black car, probably fresh from the car wash, in his sleek black suit, probably fresh from the drycleaners.
You asked him not to wear a tie for once, just a suit and his white button up. It was, weirdly enough, more formal, more intimate, since you saw him in a suit and tie most days of the week.
The doorbell rings and you jump from your seat in front of the mirror. You move quickly to the front door, swinging it open as you smile widely.
“Aaron!” You exclaim, as if you hadn’t seen him eight hours ago.
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in a hotchy mood you say? 🤨
i like it when we make that old man flustered 😌
wouldn’t it be fun if we ran into the team hanging out at a bar & they all are eyeing us like 😏 hold up she’s cute and hotch is trying to keep his cool.
Anonymous
When Aaron returns to the slightly sticky, loose-screwed bar table that his team is stationed at, Emily is tugging down the neckline of her shirt and tucking her elbows beneath her chest.
“There,” She puffs, pulling at individual strands of hair so that they frame her face, “Does that look okay?”
“You look hot,” JJ admits, sipping the drink she takes from Hotch with a nod of appreciation, “Only way she’ll say no is if she’s totally and completely straight.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” Derek props his elbows up on the table, forearms flexed.
“God, let’s hope not,” Emily cringes in anticipation of rejection, “Oh- she’s coming this way!”
Aaron typically has no interest in his coworkers’ escapades. Well, he’ll admit, it’s fun to gossip with Penelope over them later, but she’s in on this one, too, shiny eyes glued to whoever the team has their eyes on.
He finally decides to follow Penelope’s starstruck eyeline, and- oh, fuck, that’s his girlfriend. You’re staring straight back at him, but Emily’s wishful thinking has made her think your eyes are on her, and Aaron can hear her breathe out a low sigh.
You send him a flirty little wave, and Emily nearly hits her head on the table.
“God, god! I can’t,” She laughs, still holding what she thinks is eye contact with you, “I don’t think I can do this, I mean, I can never come back from this if it doesn’t go well!”
“I’ll step in,” Derek assures her, sending you a wink that Aaron is sure just makes you laugh inside, “Don’t worry, Emily. Some women aren’t for the faint of heart.”
“And they’re not for the dumb of ass, either.” Penelope sets a comforting hand on Derek’s muscled shoulder, “Stay out of this one, Hotshot.”
Aaron doesn’t really know what to do. He’s not usually lost like this, but half of his team is eye-fucking his girlfriend from across a bar like animals, and he doesn’t know how to tell them he’s seen you naked. Multiple times.
You break the eye contact when your friend taps your shoulder to tell you something, and Aaron does too. He sends subtle glances your way afterwards, but so does the rest of the team, and he isn’t noticed. It seems like you’re preoccupied for a while, because no new comments are made, but everyone can see Spencer combing his fingers through his hair every ten seconds.
He’s sipping casually at his drink, about to speak to Rossi, when he feels a hand slide beneath the fabric of his suit jacket that he hasn’t had time to take off yet, and hook around his waist. His first instinct is to tense, to reach for his side, even, but then a familiar scent washes over him and calms his nerves before they’re burning for long.
“Hi,” You croon, pressing yourself to his side, “I’m Y/N. You must be Aaron’s team?”
There’s tense silence so thick around the table that a bullet would pierce it, broken only by Rossi’s snort into his glass.
“Yes,” Aaron fills in, hand flying to your waist and hooking around it proudly, “Emily,” He gestures with his free hand, “Derek, Spencer, Penelope, JJ, and Dave.”
“Hi,” You wave sweetly, albeit awkwardly, much like you’re a kid new to a classroom, “It’s nice to finally meet you all.”
“You’re, uh,” Penelope stammers, blinking slowly, “You and Hotch- you’re…?”
“We’ve been seeing each other, yes.” Aaron nods once, then turns to you, “Honey, do you want me to get you your usual over here? You can join us for a round if your friends are busy.”
When you peer back over at them, they’re sucking each others’ faces.
“Yeah, they’re busy.” You scoff, leaning into Aaron’s shoulder, “That would be nice. Thanks, Aaron.”
“Mhm,” He ushers you into his chair, and he’ll admit to drawing sick satisfaction from smoothing his hands up your shoulders and planting a firm kiss to your cheek before he leaves. He’s even more smug when you lean into it with a warm-cheeked smile.
“Get to know each other,” He prompts his team members, already stepping away, “And Derek, you can roll your sleeves down.”
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heartbeats - bucky barnes x reader
Plot: Like most people in the hospital she works in, Y/N is head over heels in love with the gorgeous paramedic Bucky Barnes. Yet she has come to the conclusion that their small chats they have whenever he drops off a patient is the closest thing they have to a relationship. That is, however, until an accident on a night out brings them closer together.
Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Female!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, needles, pain meds/drugs, injuries (nothing too graphic) and bruising. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know!
Notes: This is my first entry for the @buckybarnesevents Alternate June-iverse Challenge! One of my squares was Nurse, so here we are! Obligatory I am not a doctor (clearly), so my medical knowledge may not be the most accurate. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own. -
Milk
Milk
pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: 18+, NSFW!!!!, smut! smut! smut!, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v = creampie, fingering, slight orgasm count, oral fixation??, titty sucking (lactation kink), fingering, implied breeding kink?!?
summary: Joel doesn’t have to worry about getting you pregnant because the damage is already done.
author’s note: i should be studying for my finals next week but joel miller sucking titties is obviously more important, and i just couldn’t help myself! i just had to write it!!! the result? it’s hot. maybe too hot - can you handle it? i know i couldn’t. xoxo the wordy peach <3 -
CRUSH- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Biker! Bucky x Innocent! Fem! Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: home for the summer, you plan on spending it in isolation, too shy and innocent to get into trouble. bucky barnes- the head of the local biker clan, has other ideas in mind.
Warnings: teasing, heavy flirting, pet names, drinking/ drugs mentioned, swearing, lap sitting, enemies to lovers trope
“can you read my mind? i’ve been watching you
couldn’t fight to save your life, but you look so cool
camo’ jacket, robbing corner stores
hard odds to beat when you’re on all fours
good men die too, oh, i’d rather be with you”- crush, ethel cainPART ONE OF THE CAIN SERIES.
You could hear the revving of the bikes from where you stood, safety guarded behind the glass doors littered with posters and signs, peeling and jumbling over each other- colours starting to fade from the summer sun.
It was loud, their voices somehow seeming to overlap the roaring engines as they slipped on their glasses. You knew the men in that group, puffing out smokes in the convenience store parking lot.
All of them.
And you didn’t know what that made you. Cool, for perceiving the closely, tight knit biker gang? Or shameful- for being seen anywhere near them?
They were troublemakers. They had always, flaunting their tattoos and leather, never needing an announcement whenever they stepped into a room. You just knew who they were, that they were there and they meant business.
Bucky Barnes and his posse never expected less. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Shy, quiet, reserved. A girl who was headstrong yes, but knew that the bark and bite was not always the best strategy.
You were polite, the kind of person an older person would think ‘What a sweet girl. I like her, so modest!’. Perceiving others, but not wanting to be perceived herself. Innocent. You were like that at school, and you were like that while being home for the summer.
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Dog Tags | Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes x (fem) reader
Summary: there is something about Bucky’s dog tags that drove both of you crazy.
A/N: SET AFTER THE SHOW THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER. I have a head cannon that Bucky ended up moving to Louisiana and buying a house close to Sarah.
Warnings: (hopefully) tooth rotting fluff, mild language, Reader described as having boobs, suggestive themes, illness, idk what I missed so read at your own advisory I guess.
There was something about them.
Those fucking dog tags.
He wore them every moment of every day: didn’t even take them off to shower or sleep.
They were just pieces of metal (although they had special value to him) so you couldn’t figure out why it drove you crazy whenever you caught a glimpse of them.
I was a good kind of crazy though. One that would make you go feral for him. You never voiced this to your beautiful lover, but he knew. Oh, he knew.
After finding out about your obsession from
Sama little birdie, he would make any excuse to show them off. In the shower, working out, cuddling? Bucky did it all. (His favorite was seeing them dangle and slap your face while he has you folded in half).But his ultimate favorite ended up happening on a quiet Sunday morning…
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It was early. Early enough to just begin to hear the birds chirp and see the sun start to rise. Bucky unlocked your shared front door and crept inside as quietly as possible.
For the past week, he had been away on some diplomatic mission to tie up loose ends left from the Flagsmashers. His week was crammed full of press conferences, meetings, and the occasional man hunt for a left-over Smasher. And for the past week, his stress has been through the roof.
It all started when he had managed to forget his dogs tags on the bathroom counter the morning he left. For the rest of the week, an unsettling weightlessness sat on his chest and the absence of the familiar, cool metal was strange. The tags brought him comfort: it kept him grounded and reminded him of who he is. On rough days, they acted as a form of emotional support - reminding him that he is James Buchanan Barnes and not him. Without them, a strange hollowness followed him everywhere.
And to make matters worse, you ended up falling sick with something close to pneumonia the day after he left. He was helpless and couldn’t do anything more than call and pester Sarah to check on you.
So he felt empty and stressed, but now he was home and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you.
As quietly as possible, Bucky set down his bag and toed off his mud-crusted boots, making his way to the kitchen after. He tried (keyword, tried) to quietly recreate his mom’s famous chicken noodle soup for you, but it was a bit hard when his metal arm ‘clinked’ against the pot and bowl.
Once he was satisfied with the meal he prepared, he grabbed a glass of water and made his way to your shared bedroom.
Nudging the door open, he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. Setting the soup and water on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed to silently admire you.
There you lay, hair a messy halo on the pillow and small snores accompanying each breath. He took note that you were wearing his old red shirt with the words “can you give me a hand?” written across it (Sam had given it to him during a visit to Wakanda when he was an armless mess). But the thing he noticed most was the harsh rasp and rattle of your lungs with each breath. A frown fell upon his face as he decided wether or not to wake you up. On one hand, he wanted you to enjoy your, seemingly peaceful, sleep; but on the other, he knew that you needed to clear your lungs before you suffocated on mucus.
The thought of you not suffocating won over and he gently shook you awake. It took a couple shakes and the quiet repetition of your name to elicit a groan from you. From there, he began to gently coax you further into awareness.
“Come on doll, I’m finally home and want to see those pretty eyes. I need you to get up, hon.” He spoke softly.
Slowly but surely, your eyes opened and you had to blink a few times to clear them. Upon seeing the beautiful face of your lover you shot up, despite the protest of your sluggish body, and threw your arms around his neck.
“I missed you so much.” Your voice was hoarse from coughing and sounded so frail.
“I missed you too, darling. I know you’re probably still tired, but how about we take a nice, warm shower together, hm? That way we can both be clean and we can loosen up that gunk in your lungs.”
You simply nodded, too tired and on the brink of falling asleep against him. He wrapped you up in his arms and carried out of bed and to the bathroom. Once inside, he set you down on the toilet and turned on the shower all the way to hot. He stripped himself bare, save for his boxers, and then began to help you.
Kneeling in front of you, he placed his hands on your waistband, a silent ask of permission. You lifted your hips just enough for him to slide your shorts off. The shirt came next. But it’s what was under it that caught him off guard.
It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, no, he was used to that.
But it was the fact that you were wearing his dog tags.
His dog tags.
The ones he left behind and had felt their absence all week.
Sitting so prettily between your breasts, shining and slick with condensation.
For a minute his brain short circuited - snapping into a daze as the bathroom began to fill with hot, thick steam. But it was your voice that brought him back.
“Bucky?” The small call was followed by a series of coughs that racked your whole body.
He immediately sprang into action, rubbing your back and pushing your damp hair away from your face. Reassuring words spilled out of his mouth like a poem; guiding you through it and reminding you to try and breathe. By the time the coughing subsided and you could breathe again, your chest hurt and your lungs were so tired. Bucky could see your exhaust and it pained him to see you so tired.
“Whats on your mind?” The question caught him off guard.
“Nothing hun. Just thinking about how pretty you look wearing my tags.”
A small grin broke out on your face, “you like when I wear ‘em?”
His eyes met yours. “Honey, I absolutely fucking love it.”
A raspy chuckle escaped you. “Good. Cause I want to wear them if that’s okay with you. Especially when you’re not here. It’s like I have you right beside me no matter what.”
Bucky smiled and stood up, stripping you and himself of the remaining clothes and guiding you off the toilet and to the shower. “Doll, you can wear them whenever you want. You can wear them forever if that’s what it takes to make you always feel safe and loved,” he stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to hit him first, “but I will always be by your side. With or without those tags.”
A small smirk crept upon his face as you fully joined him in the shower.
“You don’t know the things you do to me wearing my tags. Actually, I want you to wear them every day. That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”
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And he kept true to his word. Everyday, he would place those tags around your neck, making sure they fell just right on your chest.
More often than not it ended up with him bending you over the bathroom counter and watching in the mirror as his tags slapped against your tits. And he made sure you always had them when he was away as well. No longer had he felt anxious or empty without them for he knew that they were always beside your heart.So, it’s safe to say, that his favorite way of seeing his dog tags, was on you.
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you should do a spencer one where he accidentally calls shy reader a pet name and it’s kinda awky but cute and they both are blushing
Anonymous
“Popcorn,” You hand the bowl over to Spencer so that you can sit down on the couch without spilling any, and when you fold into his side, he wraps his arm over your shoulders.
“Check,” He hums, and you reach for the remote.
“Movie,” You select the title you’ve decided on, a biopic on a late cancer scientist.
“Check.”
“Blanket,” You fold the edge of the throw over your lap, and finally your movie-watching date is ready to roll.
“Check,” Spencer reaches for a handful of popcorn, but presses a kiss to your temple first, “Thanks, honey.”
You freeze.
He’s never called you a pet name before.
The sweet tone of his voice whenever he speaks to you suggests that he totally and irreversibly adores you, but never before has he dared to adopt a pet name for you. The way he says your name makes it like one, there’s never been any need.
“Uh… -bunches? No, that’s- that made it worse.” He decides, rambling to fill the awkward silence, “I- I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to make it weird, or- or freak you out, I just- it just came out? Like, I didn’t even think about it, but I’ll stop, and-”
“No, Spencer,” You reach for his hand above your shoulder where he’s trying to retract it, bringing it down over you again, “It’s okay. I- um, I just wasn’t expecting it. But I-” You pause, cheeks so hot that you could fog up glasses, “I liked it.”
“You did?” Spencer breathes, cautious as the biopic starts its intro.
“Well, not- not the ‘bunches’ part,” Your face curves into a soft, giddy smile, “But yeah, I really… really liked it.”
“Okay,” Spencer melts against you, his nose pressed to your temple. You can feel his smile against your skin, his slightly chapped lips in a sweet grin, as his hot cheeks press to your face, “Okay, uh- honey. I’m glad you like it.”
You let out a feeble whine and turn your face in to hide against Spencer’s neck. He’s still intent on mashing his face into yours, so you don’t get very far, and end up pressed nose-to-nose like cats.
“That was cute,” He admires you, nose slotted beside yours.
“I’ll cry,” You threaten, and you’re sure he can feel how hot your cheeks are, “I mean it, Spencer. No more teasing.”
“Sorry, honey.” He’s been emboldened, and you scarf down a handful of popcorn just to get away from his sickeningly sweet puppy eyes, “I’m not teasing,” He swears, “It’s just- it’s really easy to get you to blush.”
“You too,” You gush, pinching at his rosy red face. He’s equally as sheepish, ducking his face so that you can’t see his poorly-concealed smile.
“No more teasing.” Spencer finally relents, and you release his cheek after one last good squish as he grumbles, “'Thought I was gonna have to add 'bunches’ back in there to get you to stop.”
