Can You Guys Just Fuck Already? - Bucky x Reader

(Prompt List)

Request from anon: I have a request!!!! Can you do “is that my shirt”/“have you seen my jacket?” and “can you guys just fuck already” from that prompt list you reblogged??

Here it is! :)

Originally posted by instalaugh

Warnings - Swearing, exposed!Reader, Jealous!Bucky, constant mention of sex, that’s all I can think of.

Word Count - 1.3K

You and Bucky are in a secret relationship and surprisingly, nobody knew about it. You two frequently sneak into each other’s rooms at night and you both make sure you don’t go on missions the same night, making sure you both can spend as much time together as possible without being too obvious and inevitably, caught.

But recently you have noticed Nat raising her eyebrow a lot more at the two of you, and also not having missions the same night so she gets to watch you and Bucky together when you have a Netflix marathon (Sorry, no chilling when Natasha is there.). She is seeming to catch on slowly you think, and thank god that she’s keeping her mouth shut about her assumptions, you don’t need any more people trying to sniff out the truth.

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Both Kevin Feige and the Russo Brothers screened CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR at a “For Your Consideration” screening to awards committees.

What awards would you like to see this movie garner this awards season?

I’ll Never Leave You. - Bucky x Reader

(Prompt list)

From : @aweways
prompt 3, 25, 27 with bucky? <33

3 – “Don’t cry.”
25 – “Just please listen to me.”
27 -  “Are you still awake?”

Warnings - angsty? Dead family relative, swearing, crying (Reader and Bucky), cuddling, subtle mention of suicide, kissing, fluff at the end!

Originally posted by godtheskylookssad

Summary - You find out a family member had been killed by HYDRA. You get incredibly scared and over think, thinking now that everyone will leave you to live alone but Bucky makes sure that you know that isn’t true.

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metal arm// bucky barnes

synopsis: you’re visiting family in Bucharest when you see a vaguely familiar face in a crowded market. so you followed the guy with the metal arm.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

 word count:1.3k

warnings: slight mention of ptsd, slight stalking, slight themes of paranoia

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Word Count: 2k

Authors note: @vipermisty i hope you like this imagine, it’s not the best but i tried.

Jet another sleepless night. It seems the more I try to get some rest, the more exhausted and stressed I get. Whenever I try to close my eyes and rest, everything comes back. All that noise; all the screams, all the names that have been called, all that innocence dead bodies, all that blood, all that mess we made. Everything is back, and every time it gets worse and worse. And all I fucking want is to get five minutes of good old sleep, just five will be enough.

But I guess that just won’t happened any time soon.

I pushed my blanked off and walked out of my room. The problem with these sleepless nights is that I already did everything, I’ve read every book, I watched all the movies that interested me in any way. I painted, I even stared writing, but that didn’t turn out so well. I even took some medics that I found that’s supposed to make you fall asleep, but even that didn’t give me much rest, I would always wake up covered in sweat.

But even bigger problem is that the avengers noticed, I mean nothing in this tower goes unnoticed. So when I first got up and started walking around the tower looking for something to do, five minutes later Tony busted in, looking lost and wearing his armour, because he thought I was a burglar. When we established that I am just me, he asking me what the hell am I doing up so late in the night, and that I am lucky that he didn’t beat the holy crap out of me. I just told him I couldn’t sleep and that he doesn’t need to bother to get up the next time he notices I am up so late.

But he did, someone always got up, spent few hours talking to me, trying to get me to talk, to confess what I was dealing with. And every night I would avoid and manipulate my way out of that conversation. I would just find something they are passionate about and in the moment they would forget about me.

“Can’t sleep again?” Steve’s voice woke me up from my daydreaming. I turned around and smiled.

“Just had a bad dream, what’s keeping you up?”

“You” if this was any other occasion and if I was well rested I would think he’s hitting on me. but I knew what he meant and I already had a prepared speech but mama Steve didn’t let me talk.

“Come, sit with me on the sofa.”

I slowly walked to the sofa and sit down, preparing what I am going to say to Steve. Even though I’ve been doing this for past three weeks, I always get nervous when I am about to lie.

“Y/N, this can’t continue.” Steve said with his serious cap voice. And since I am not in the mood, and not rested for this type of conversation I will try and hope to manipulate my way out.

“Oh no cap, are you breaking up with me?” I placed my right hand on my chest and played like I was hurt. But Steve wasn’t having any of it, usually he would smile or just let out a little giggle, but tonight he was as serious as death.

“Look Y/N, I’ve talked to everyone about this. I know that you haven’t slept well for past three weeks, and I know that every time you would get up somebody would come to you and you would talk, and you would play that little game of yours. I wanna warn you in advance, it ain’t gonna work on me, okay?”

I focused my eyes on the picture behind his head because I couldn’t look at him. He’s gonna make me say it, he will be so detriment until I confess but I am not ready. I don’t even know what I am dealing with.

“I don’t know what is bothering you enough so you can’t sleep but I wanna help, we all do. But we can’t until you tell us.”

I could feel his eyes on my face, trying to get me to look at him, but I refused. They can’t help me because there is nothing to help, I just have nightmares, nothing much.

“Steve, I am fine real-”

“No Y/N, you are not. I can see it, so can you. this aren’t just nightmares. You don’t wanna sleep, and we will soon enough find out why. So I suggest you to rest because tomorrow you have a doctor appointment.”

My eyes widened in shock. I moved my eyes finally to meet his and I could see that he wasn’t joking.

“I am not crazy.”

“Nobody said you were Y/N, you just need to get checked up. it won’t hurt.”

At this point I was furious. They think I am crazy. I stood up, and when Steve noticed he got up too.

“Who do you all think you are? My parents? I am not going anywhere, because I am not crazy so fuck you. I am staying here and I am not moving.”

“Y/N don-”


By this point everybody got up and was now in the living room, I didn’t notice them at first because mostly I didn’t want to. I started walking towards my room avoiding everyone and everything.

Who do they think they are? Experts? They are not going to get me wear one of those ridiculous white onesies and drink some stupid medicine that’s gonna make me nooses. I don’t need that. I just have some stupid nightmares so what? I am not dying, but they might if they keep putting their noses where they don’t belong.

I put my sports bra on and things and went straight to practicing room. I have to cool myself down, and I need something to stop thinking, because when I punch I don’t have time to think there is only time for surviving and beating the holy hell out of your enemy.

Once I’ve got there, I went straight to the punching bag. I didn’t bother to put on any glows or anything to protect my hands. I just need to feel the anger leaving my body. I started punching the bag and just after ten punches my knuckles were all bloody. But I made even bigger mistake. I looked at my bloody hands.

It was my trigger and I wasn’t even aware I had one. But it all came back, even though I didn’t close my eyes. I could see it clearly like it was happening in front of me. Kids screaming for the mothers, people looking for their families, enemies and innocence people falling down dead. I can feel dirt all over me, I can smell blood in the air, but that’s not all that I can smell.

There is something else, something worse, death. I can smell death all around me, over me, everywhere surrounding me, choking me.

And there he stands, his little blond hair, blue ocean eyes, scared little boy, not older than four, screaming for his mother. Looking around for her, but when he couldn’t find her, his eyes locked with mine. I can see his little smile, I am here, an avenger, I am going to save him. He starts running towards me and so do I.

And out of nowhere, he collapses on the ground, bloody, dead. I froze. I couldn’t move any muscle in my body. I keep telling my legs, move I have to check if he’s still alive, c’mon, move. My legs didn’t want to cooperate with me, neither did my voice. I lost the abilities of talking, walking, breathing.

My legs finally gave me up and I feel to the ground. I can clearly see his little body turned on his belly his eyes still locked with me. blood spreading around him. I wanted to crawl to him but I couldn’t, I was just looking at him.

But the scream woke me up. scream full of pain, I looked up and I could see a woman in her mid-thirties, looking down at her dead son, fighting for air. She fell down the same way I did, but she was closer to him so she picked him up in her arms and cried. She pets his hair while bouncing him, like she was putting him to sleep. In some twisted way she did.

Her eyes moved from her dead son up to me, and she looked at me with anger in her eyes, I swear if she could’ve killed me she would, and I would gladly let her. She was saying something, probably cursing me, but everything became blurry and I couldn’t hear anything. I just wanted to scream.

Somebody grabbed me but I tried to get loose of their grip but I couldn’t.

“Hey, HEY, HEY. Y/N, Y/N, HEY, IT’S STEVE.” Only then I realised I was sitting on the floor, screaming and kicking Steve. Steve pulled me closer to his chest and started bouncing me like she did to her son, and I even more wanted to get loose of his grip, but he was way too strong for me. he was muttering something in my hair but I couldn’t hear him or see anything. All I saw was the little innocence boy that I send to heaven way too soon.

Only then I noticed everybody in the room, looking at me like they’ve seen everything that I have. And then somebody squatted down to be in my level, and since I didn’t recognise him I assumed he was the doctor. But how? It was 2 in the morning. What was he doing here?

“Miss Y/N, I am doctor Sebastian McCann, here have some water, take some deep breaths and we will have a little chat.”

I took the bottle that he handed me and drank over half of the bottle. I listened to his advice and took some deep breath. I tried to clear my mind, to get loose of all that terror, but it wasn’t working.

“Could you guys leave the room so miss Y/N and I could have a private chat?” doctor asked looking around the room.

“You can use our living room, don’t need to talk here.” Tony offered.

“No this will be just fine; I don’t want to burden her more than is necessary. But thank you.”

Once they all left the room, doctor helped me up and we went to the sofas that were in our training room and sat down. I was completely disorientated.

“So Y/N, could you tell me what were you witnessing before we all came in.”

I took a deep breath and started. I tried to give him as much details but some were just too much. He never took his eyes off me, and now and then he would nod. Once I was finally over, he was silent for few minutes, then he called the avengers in, telling us that is better that everybody hears this. He was silent a little bit more, letting me stabilize before he started.

“What you’re dealing with is Posttraumatic stress disorder, or shorter PTSD. It’s a mental disorder that people develop after traumatic experiences like one that you are dealing with. A lot of people don’t develop PTSD after traumatic situations, but some do. You will attend Cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT)which seeks to change the way a trauma victim feels and acts by changing the patterns of thinking or behaviour, or both, responsible for negative emotions. CBT has been proven to be an effective treatment for PTSD and I think we should give it a go.”

I nodded, not able to speak. But other weren’t so silent.

“But shouldn’t se get some medics? At least some sleeping pills?” Tony suggested.

“I could give her something, but then she would get used to them way too much to the point where she would develop the statement that she can’t fall asleep without them.”

“When does the therapy start?” Clint asked. They care so much about me and they wanna know every little detail.

“We should start next Monday, let her calm down a little, get some rest. She will be able to sleep a little better because she shared her story. Her biggest mistake was to bury it in her.”

“Thank you doctor, I will escort you out.” Steve offered and they left the room.

Wanda came first and hugged me, offering me her shoulder so I placed my head there. I couldn’t cry anymore so I was just staring into the distance.

“You’re gonna be okay, kiddo.” Sam said coming closer. Not too much because nobody knew how to act now. I just nodded and gave him a weak smile, well more I smiled to the wall than to him.

“If you need anything, we are here.” Bruce said and everybody mutter little yes, of course and similar.

“If you can’t sleep, come to our rooms, woke us up and we’ll do something together. And if you don’t want to do anything we can just talk.” Bucky said and walked towards me taking the seat next to me and wrapping his hand around me.

“Thank you guys.” I muttered.

“We will get through this, we are, in the end, world mightiest heroes.” Scott joked and we all shared a little laugh and made our way toward the kitchen, discussing what we’ll eat.