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Request: Yo can u hook your girl up with a cute lil Bucky Barnes fluff where he has PTSD and drawing on the fem!readers arm always calms him down so she keeps pens with her and sometimes during missions they have to go to the car to chill a little bit and OH I WOULD CRY OKAY ILY BYE

A/N: I don’t think I’ve ever finished with a request this fast… I hope you don’t mind I changed car into a quinjet! I hope this imagine reached your expectations. Hope you’ll like it.
ALSO, again, I’ve got no requests so if you have any, please send them my way. I’m still going to post the next part for Super Mom next weekend. (I’m trying to post at least one imagine every weekend.)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 1,824

Warning(s): PTSD, just a lot of Bucky being cute

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I’m Not Lying (Part 2)

Part 1

Words: 2,323

Summary: You arrange to hang out with Steve and Bucky this weekend, but when your father’s boss and his son come over for dinner an unsuspected turn of events gives you reason to cancel your plans.  How are you going to get out of this one?

Warnings: Curse words, sleazy jerk Josh (you’ll see)

A/N: I hate myself for creating Josh, plz forgive me

It had been about three weeks since you and Mike’s first day at school.  So far your senior year was going fairly well.  You had decent grades, and your teachers seemed to like you.  

You were turning 18 next month, so you started to save up some money for the future.  Your parents already had some money saved for both you and your brother, but you wouldn’t be getting it until you moved out.  You couldn’t wait to move out at this point, any chance at getting away from your father, was a risk worth taking.  

You were being more careful around your father ever since the incident.  The bruises were faint now, they looked like discolored patches of skin.  Your mother had tried to tell you she was sorry for telling your father what you had said, but you had brushed her off and ignored her.  

“Y/N?” Steve waves his hand in front of your face.

“Sorry what?” you ask.  

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