Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word count: 4696
Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion. I think that’s it but if I missed anything let me know!
English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this.
Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.
Notes: This is a story that I wrote a while back kinda inspired off that scene in tfatws in which Bucky is sleeping on the floor. This is not the first time I write or share a story but it is the first time that I do it in english so I hope it’s not terrible. If it is, I’m sorry, I’ll get better with time!
I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!
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Note : No summary, just a short little drabble I had to write because I was listening to on the nature of daylight by Max Richter. Beware this gets real sad real quick.
The moment he saw her, she was dancing in the rain with no care of the world, her feet splashed through the muddy pool of rainwater, the sound of her giggling echoed in his surroundings. The petrichor filled his senses and he could only associate that smell with her from that moment onwards. That's when he found her, that's when she found him.
...
"Marry me?" He turned his head towards her as they stargazed on a random summer night.
"Did you just ask me to marry you dove?" She giggled and interlinked her fingers with his.
"Yess ..marry me please"
And He did, because there's nothing else he had ever desired more than to be with her for the rest of their lives. It rained on their wedding day too, he always thought of it as a sign that it was meant to be. That she was meant to be his for life. The petrichor, he was engulfed by her. She was there.
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"I miss you dove" Staying apart while he was on a mission were the hardest days to bear. He missed her, he missed her around him. Every piece of him craved her.
"I know sugar, is it raining there?" He closed his eyes and sighed. It was raining indeed.
"Get out of your room, smell the earth, and feel me, as long as it's raining around you, I'm always there with you I promise" He stood on his balcony and took a deep breath. The petrichor, and he felt her, She was there.
...
"I'm pregnant" she giggled as she passed him the stick, two pink lines. A baby girl arrived a few months later, he was blessed with a family of his own. He finally had it all. And it rained that night too. The petrichor. She was there, and she gave him more than he could have asked for.
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"I'll call Bruce, I'll get in touch with the best oncologist there is in the world..I'll.. " He felt her tight embrace and that managed to cut him off mid sentence, she didn't let him finish, she couldn't, it was pointless. Every second mattered, she was here on borrowed time now.
"Lokiii noo ..it's okay..it's okay I'm here..I'm here..look at me..I'm here..with you baby''
It didn't rain that night. It was a sign, And he knew that he was going to lose her. Forever.
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He placed the flowers on her grave, a year after she left him, the silent tears escaped his eyes, he was angry, so upset, how could she leave him like this.
"Whyyyy dove? Whyy would you do this ..I'm alone, all alone..all over again..why?" He collapsed on his knees, why would they take her away from him? How dare he get blessed with such a beautiful life and then have it all taken away in the same lifetime?
He felt the tiny little fingers of their daughter grabbing his large big ones. He wasn't alone anymore. He had a part of her.
Then it rained, the petrichor. He looked up at the sky, the memory of her dancing in the rain haunted his vision and he knew that she was there, everytime it would rain she'd be there.
witnessing young girls trying to mature too fast knowing i cant save them all
in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.
lockscreen
gif not mine
| andrew!peter x reader
summary: how you’d react when you find you are peters lockscreen
warnings: none
authors note: hi i’m back !!! this has been sitting in my drafts. gotta be honest, not my favorite things i’ve written but it’s still pretty cute. enjoy !!
these past few days you had been so exhausted, managing work and school wasn’t what you anticipated for college. but you needed the money to keep your apartment, there were some perks. like free sandwiches from your co-worker, or free drinks. very nice, especially on the days you were incredibly busy. like today.
you walked into your apartment, which you frequently shared with your boyfriend, peter. he would stay over for a few days or sometimes weeks if he’s not busy. you loved having his company, it kept you distracted and not worried about all of the assignments you spent hours working on. he was like a breath of fresh air. taking your bag off and letting it drop to the floor with a thud, slipping your shoes off, and walking to your bedroom to change.
coming back into the main living area, you saw peter on the sofa, kicked back on his phone. “the hell? when did you get here?” you stopped in your track, staring at the back of his head.
“like five minutes ago, I’m pretty sure you fell asleep while changing” he laughed, looking over his shoulder. you only rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, peter followed behind you. “how was work?” you opened the fridge for a drink, peter leaned against the counter. “samantha quit today. we are understaffed now” you sighed, taking a few swigs of the liquid. “i’m considering leaving too. with the exams coming up i haven’t had time to even think about studying.” you sat the bottle down on the counter, peter came to your side running his hand up and down your back. “you know” he started, “i could move in. help you with rent and everything.” he finally suggested, this wasn’t the first time he brought up moving in with you. it’s not that you weren’t ready, you were but you didn’t want to put the burden of rent on him.
“i know, i just don’t want the responsibility falling on you.” now, you had turned around to face you. you yawned before he could answer. “let’s talk about it later. do you want to watch a movie with me?” you were so exhausted you didn’t think you’d survive a movie but it was better than doing loads of homework. you nodded, which made him grin. he took your hand leading you into the living room. he sat down first, you followed. stretching your legs out and resting your head on his thigh. you weren’t even paying attention to the movie he picked, your eyes began to get heavy closing them from time to time but trying your best to stay awake. you failed miserably. within ten minutes you were out like a light.
peter noticed almost immediately, your breathing had evened out and you weren’t moving as often. he didn’t mind it at all, you deserved to get rest. you had been working so hard lately and peter just wanted you to take care of yourself. he made sure not to move much that way you were comfortable. as the movie progressed he couldn’t stop taking glances at you, how your face looked so relaxed when you were asleep. he grabbed his phone and opened the camera and quickly snapped a few pictures of you. he smiled to himself, going back and reviewing them.
when you woke up in your bed you were very confused, knowing you fell asleep on the sofa and suddenly you’re in your bed? peter probably brought you in last night. you got up, shivering at the contact of your feet and the cold floor. you opened the bedroom door, greeted by the smell of breakfast. you rubbed your eyes, entering the kitchen seeing peter at the stove. “g’morning” he smiled, looking up at you. “what time is it?” you asked, taking a seat at the table. “little after noon” he said, turning his phone on and putting it back down. you glanced at his phone seeing his lock screen. “pete” you groaned, “i look awful in that!” you hung your head.
peter laughed, putting a plate in front of your and kissing the top of your head. “i think you look beautiful”
It’s me. I’m bitches.
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