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! :)
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.
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!
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.
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
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
“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
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
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.”
“OH DON’T YOU Y/N ME, CAPTAIN. I. AM. NOT.
GOING. END OF THE STORY.”
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
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
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
“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.