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Combining these two asks

Acts of Service

Different times Eddie displays his best spoken love language, acts of service, over the course of your relationship.

Bf!Eddie Munson to Dad!+Husband!Eddie

Tw: none really, pregnancy, fluff

Word count: 1100

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Eddie as your boyfriend.

You and Eddie are lounging on his bed watching a movie that neither of you are really paying attention to. His arms are slung around your waist lazily while you sit in between his spread legs, your back to his chest. Hanging out at his place means you drink a substantial amount of soda and no water. You’re thirsty. So you go to sit up to get a glass before he stops you. “Where are you going?” he asks softly from behind. “Just getting some water, Teddy. I’ll be right back.” you answer as his arms unfold from your waist, but he doesn’t let you move. “Don’t get up, I’ll get it.” he assures.

At your place you and Eddie sit around, him on your bed scribbling something down in his notebook and you at your desk with a project you have been working on. You feel around the surface of your desk, but can’t find what you are needing. “Damn it.”, you whisper harshly. Eddie looks over to you with a calm, “What is it?”. “I left my glue over there.”, you reply. You start to push off the chair to stand but Eddie beats you to it. “I’ll get it. Sit back down.” he tells you.

Eddie as your husband.

Both of you are sitting on the couch of your shared home, it’s early afternoon and you decide to get some chores done. Eddie’s arm is slung over your shoulder while you both have books in your laps. You push yours to the side and stretch a bit before you rise to your feet. “Where are you going sweetheart?” Eddie asks looking up at you. “Just to do the dishes Teddy, they’ve been ‘soaking’ for like days now.”, you emphasize the word “soaking” with air quotes towards the end, poking at yours and Eddie’s lazy excuses. He rises to stand as well. He motions for you to sit back down, “Don’t get up. I’ll do it.”

You jerk awake to a splitting beeping sound. Shit. The smoke alarm is acting up again. You lay in bed contemplating whether to bother Eddie with it or get up and deal with it yourself, but in the process of deciding, you end up going with just covering your ears and hoping it will stop on its own. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. You roll over with a groan, about to go deal with it, confused on how Eddie is still asleep, and frankly, kind of annoyed that he is. You hear a mumble from beside you on the bed. You couldn’t quite make it out, so you ask “what?” softly. Still groggy, but a little more coherent this time, he says, “Don’t get up. I’ll fix it.”

Eddie during your pregnancy.

You’re not too far along, but the cravings and the hunger have already hit full swing. Lately, it’s been ice cream, one of the more normal cravings you been having. You want ice cream, now, copious amounts. You are currently sitting surrounded by the laundry you have just finished folding on the couch. Eddie walks through the living room after finishing his chores to see you putting the folded laundry into a basket to put away later. He sits down on the now clear surface of the couch. You plop down next to him with an exaggerated sigh. “Wanna watch a movie?” you pose the idea to him. He responds, “Sure. Want some ice cream?”. You giggle at his (correct) assumption and nod. He has always been the most considerate husband. You don’t move very fast to get up, already knowing what he is going to say. “Don’t get up. I’ll get it”.

Later, you are near the end of your pregnancy, and dealing with the symptoms of your third trimester. Your feet are a bit swollen, your belly even more so, and your moods are significantly more unbalanced. You and Eddie are in the process of finishing up the nursery, him on the floor putting some more furniture together, and you painted musical notes of one of the walls; music being the theme for the nursery the two of you chose. The walls behind the design are a very light, gentle shade of pink, as you found out recently you are having a girl. You paint the last stroke and finish the painting, turning towards Eddie. Seeing your metal, all black wearing, tattooed husband with his messy bun contrast the soft, feminine look of the room brings a smile to your face. Suddenly overwhelmed with feelings, the tears start falling. Damn pregnancy hormones. Eddie hears your sniffling and gets up to comfort you. By this part of your pregnancy, he knows that nothing is actually wrong, so he just wraps you in a hug and coos quietly above you. You begin to calm down, and he leads you over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. “Sit down honey. Take a rest.” he tells you. But having just sat down, you notice a spot on the wall near the floor that you missed with the paint. Eddie hears the chair creak and looks to you, knowing you are in fact not resting, and are getting up to do something. “What is it sweetheart?” he implores. “I missed a spot with the pink.”, you emphasize with a point. He grabs the bucket of paint. “Don’t get up. I’ll do it.”

Eddie once your baby girl is home.

You’ve put her down for bed in the bassinet near your own, and are now getting ready for bed yourself. You comb out your hair, and now you and Eddie are brushing your teeth side by side. Eddie finishes before you, and comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. You complete your task and lean into his touch. “You’re so beautiful. Such a good mama.” he speaks with a gentle kiss to your jaw. You both quietly shuffle to get in bed, snuggling in to one another. Your little family is so content, so complete. Eddie runs his fingers through your hair while he holds you. It’s silent and still for a bit, before a soft whine from the bassinet fills the air. Eddie holds you in place, knowing that even the smallest of sounds from her will have you getting up out of bed. “She’s just fine, honey.” he whispers into your hairline. He’s correct for the next few minutes, before she begins crying. Eddie holds you still again, wanting you to get the sleep you need and deserve. His hushed voice reaches your ears, “Don’t get up. I’ll get her.”

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I really enjoyed writing this. So sorry it took me so long to finish. Feel free to request more for any of the characters I write for. :)

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Fluff 💋 Angst 🖤

Eddie Munson 🎸📼🖤ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

Soft blurb. Bestfriend!Eddie

Acts of service. Husband and Dad!Eddie Different times Eddie displays his best spoken love language, acts of service, over the course of your relationship.

Bucky Barnes 🥀☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🐺💥

I knew her once 2-3k words. Bucky is slowly coming too again, and he feels a strange, connection to a woman at the compound, Y/n.

Oh hush blurb. You braid Bucky’s hair.

Daryl Dixon ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𖦏 🦌🪽 ⁀➴

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Hi! Can i have “Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” with Bucky Barnes? Maybe (just an idea) Bucky is getting really irritated with his long hair because he really has no idea how to manage it, so the reader helps him?

Oh hush.

Bucky Barnes x reader (could be platonic or romantic)

Word count: 445

A soft knock on my door reached my ears. “Come in!”, I call back. I assume it’s Bucky coming to see me like he usually does in the evenings. When the door opens, Bucky steps in with a frustrated look on his face, something is up. Before I can ask what happened, he blurts out, “Cut my hair.”. I just sit dumbfounded for a second, before replying, “Why?”. He sits down next to me on the bed with a huff. “I don’t know what to do with it.”, he tells me. I think for a second about how to respond, “Why don’t I put it up for now. Maybe we can go get a professional to cut it.”. He sighs before replying, “I want you to do it. And I won’t wear my hair in a ponytail.” Your age is showing. I think, but decide now is probably not the time to joke. “And,” he starts again, “these would still be in my eyes.”, he finishes with his bangs clutching in his fingers. I say nothing, getting to work instead. I walk to my vanity and grab my brush and a few hair ties. “Let me try to take care of it first, okay?”. He answers with a small “okay”. I reach for his hair gently, not knowing how he will respond. He seems comfortable, so I begin trying to detangle his hair. I start from the bottom, trying not to pull. His hair is soft, not nearly as tangled or messy as he made it out to be. I finish brushing his hair rather quickly, before bringing my fingers to his hairline to part it. “What-” he starts before I cut him off with,“Shh, stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.” He huffs again. My hands tenderly take three strands and weave the beginning together for a dutch braid. He’ll probably hate it, but I am not cutting his hair. I work silently, and he sits still. I wrap two hair ties around the end of his braids. “All done.”, I tell him softly. He stands up and moves towards the mirror. He says nothing. “Is it okay? I did it so it isn’t in your way for now.”, I ask. He looks at me through the reflection, he answers with “Thank you.”. A soft smile graces his lips. “You look handsome.”, I tell him. I can tell he tries to appear confident, but I notice the slight twinge of pink on his cheeks. He walks over and wraps me in a gentle hug. “Still want a haircut?”, I mumble into his shoulder. “No. I like when you take care of it, doll.”

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please please for the fluff prompts, eddie munson + "your hair is really soft after you wash it"

Soft.

BestFriend!Eddie Munson x reader blurb

Word count: 637

“Eddie! Are you there?”, I call. He said I was good to come over for movie night, but he hasn’t let me in. I can’t exactly knock on the door with my hands full of tapes and snacks. “EDDIE! Open the door!”, after a few more screeches from me, I hear Eddie running from one end of the trailer to the front door. He, very dramatically, may I add, swings the door open. “I’m sorry!”, Eddie responds, looking mildly disheveled in his pajamas and wet hair. “I was just cleaning up for you sweetheart.”, he finishes with a wink. “Let me in you dork.” he promptly steps aside at my words and motions for me to come in. I set my things on the kitchen bar and turn to see Eddie with his arms wide beckoning me to give him a hug. I oblige, and his still very wet hair tickles my shoulders and sides of my face. I break away and say, “Okay you sap. Poltergeist or Halloween?”. He laughs softy before replying, “Hmm, Halloween?”. I walk to the tv with a nod, the movie in hand. Eddie moves to grab sodas from the fridge. We both finish our task and he plops down on the couch next to me with an exaggerated sigh. A few minutes pass, all the while I can feel Eddie’s big baby deer eyes burning a whole in the side of my head. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”, I say with a roll of my eyes and a (not so well hidden) hidden smile. His face lights up before grabbing a throw pillow and setting it in my lap before aggressively laying his messy haired head on it. “Ahh yes. My spot.”, Eddie says in a weird posh accent that I can’t really place. My hands almost immediately reach to mess with the ends of his still damp mane. “Can I play with your hair?”, I still want to make sure he’s okay with it, even though I have countless times. I can feel his head nod as he says, “Yes. Pet me.”. I pause for a moment, and (jokingly) respond, “I hate you. You make everything worse. I don’t even want to now.”. He laughs in response before grabbing my hand and bringing it to his scalp. I run my fingers across it, admiring him from above. The movie is over halfway done now, my hands still tangled in Eddie’s hair. “Your hair is so soft when you wash it.”, but he doesn’t say anything back. “Eddie?”, I try again. He hums this time. “I fell asleep for a minute.”, he mumbles. My mouth can’t help but turn up into a smile. “Go back to sleep Eds.”, he lets out a little whiny sound at that. “Can you stay the night?”, he asks, his voice is soft. “Yeah.”, I replied with a stroke to his head. He doesn’t move in the slightest. “Come on you big baby, you’ve gotta get off the couch to go to bed.” He whines again before rolling off of me and trudging to his bedroom, with me on his tail. He makes a pitstop at the bathroom while I make myself comfortable on one (my) side of the bed. He enters and all but flings himself on top of me before shuffling around to lay on my chest. My hands find their way back to his tresses. “Goodnight Eds.”, he has already settled, and I assume it won’t be long before he’s out like a light. I don’t expect him to respond, but he does. “Love you.”, his sleepy voice is muffled against my skin. “I love you too.”, I respond with a smile. His arms slither under my waist to hold me while he drifts off. My own sleep follows soon after.

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I found this list of fluff prompts on Pinterest! Please drop the sentence you would like with a character you would like me to write a blurb of. Characters I will write for: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Daryl Dixon

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I knew her once.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2k-3k ish

Disclaimer! Apologies for any grammatical errors or repetitive verbiage.

Background (NOT CANON): Bucky is brought back to the Avengers compound after the events of CATWS

Plot summary: Bucky is slowing coming too again, remembering himself, remembering Steve. He feels a strange, magnetic connection to a woman who recently joined the Avengers, Y/n, a super soldier, like Steve and himself. Unbeknownst to him, Steve and the woman know exactly why Bucky feels connected to her.

Based on this anon:

Written in both readers and Bucky’s pov.

*Thoughts are in italics*

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Y/n’s POV

March 1st, 1945

Two months. Two months since Bucky was killed in action. Two months a widow. Two months since I asked Erksine to make me like Steve, to make me useful. What good am I if I let Bucky’s death be for nothing? That's how I ended up on this bomber. Steve is on the radio with a woman, but I only caught a snippet, of Steve saying, “There isn’t going to be a landing.”, and “I’ve gotta put her in the water.”. This is it. This is the end of Schmidt’s plan. If only Bucky could know. Floating in my mind, are Bucky’s last words to me, “I will see you soon, I love you.”. Now I know he was right, I will see him soon. I see the water now. See you soon my love.

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Fall 2014

It has been three years since Steve and Y/n were found in the ice. In the time since then, they have found adjustment to modern times. Both have been recruited to the Avengers, and are living in the compound. Bucky, who Steve found as the Winter soldier, has been brought to the compound is well. When the news was broken to Y/n, she refused to believe it. It took a while, a lot of convincing that it was him, for her to finally accept that it was Bucky. He has been in quarantine while doctors work with him to remember who he is, and it’s established that he is safe to be around. They have decided on a day for him to be integrated with the group, for him to start adjusting; tomorrow.

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Y/n’s pov

After a meeting about Bucky, how to address him, talk to him, and make him feel comfortable, I went to find Steve.

“Steve? Can I talk to you?” He turned around to face me, “Of course. Are you alright?”, he responded. “I’m… okay. I was going to mention something to you, about Bucky.” Steve nodded for me to continue. “I think we should keep me and Bucky’s past from him until he adjusts, and maybe never at all. I think it should be up to him to remember, and if he doesn’t, then we can start over. I know he has seen you, and remembers you, but he doesn’t know me. And truthfully, I don’t know him anymore either. I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring it up.” Steve pauses for a moment, taking in what I said before asking, “Are you sure you can handle that? Pretending you don’t know him?”. It’s not about me, it’s about Bucky. I reminded myself. “Yes. I can.” I say it more to myself than to Steve. “I won’t mention it.”, he seems upset to say it. “Thank you, Steve.”

The next day…

I saw Bucky in passing, on the way to his newly established quarters. I couldn’t bring my eye to really look at him. Steve wants to bring him to us individually, to introduce us to him. I don’t know if I can handle it. Steve told me a few hours ago, so I can only assume my turn is coming. Maybe if I hide out in my room, Steve won’t bring him here, I thought moments before two gentle knocks on my door. “Y/n? May we come in?” Damn it Steve. I said yes anyway. “Stay out here for a minute, okay?”, I hear Steve say quietly. Steve came in the room, pushing the door behind him, “I want you to know what to expect. He hasn’t really spoken to anyone but me today. He mostly nods, but I think he is making progress. Can I go get him now?” I could only nod. Steve turned to the door and stepped outside for a second. I stood up, smoothing my hair, which got a little messy from me pulling on it in my prior stressed state. Soon, they both entered. Steve began to introduce me, “Bucky, this is Y/n. She is enhanced, like we are. But what’s really enhanced is her baking skills”, he chuckled. Bucky’s face remained the same, lips not even twitching. Steve continued talking, but I stopped paying attention to examine the man standing in front of me. He looked like himself, but there was so much about his appearance that was odd to me. The bags under his eyes, is outgrown hair, he was taller than I remember, broader. His demeanor was the most off-putting, unmoving, almost frightened appearance, shy even. That’s not my Bucky, I remember thinking. After Steve had finished his rant, I let out a small, “It’s nice to meet you.”, to which Bucky barely nodded. Then they left the room. All I could do was break down. They had broken him. That wasn’t my husband, my charismatic, confident, happy husband.

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Bucky’s pov

Steve led me away from the woman, Y/n’s, door. There was something about her that was comforting to me, familiar. Steve said it was late, and took me to my room. I lied down in my bed, too soft, I couldn’t sleep. I thought about the woman, how she reminded me of someone.

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A few weeks later

Bucky has started opening up to Steve more, remembering. Natasha has even gotten him to speak to her a little, and she would even call them friends. Y/n has kept her distance. Afraid to be alone with him, to be upset. Bucky still thinks about her often, still perplexed by her.

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Bucky’s pov

It’s evening, and I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Entering the hallway, I hear humming, a pleasant sound, but a tune I didn’t recognize. I turned the corner, and Y/n was there, leaning over the stove.

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Y/n’s pov

I was in the kitchen, making myself a grilled cheese, bland, I know, but it reminds me of simpler times. I heard footsteps, so I looked over my shoulder. It was Bucky. This is the first time I will have been in a room alone with him since he came to live here, since ‘45 even. I couldn’t bring myself to just ignore him. I turned to find him by the sink, filling a glass of water. He was dressed simply, comfortably, in an era of clothes I had never seen him in. It was surreal, and strange. “Hi.”, I said softly. Bucky turned to face me, and I could tell he tried to smile at me, but all he managed was a twitch on the left side of his mouth. “I was making myself some dinner.”, I spoke, and Bucky nodded once in response. “Are you hungry?”, I asked him. Why am I still talking? I thought. Bucky shrugged. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from talking, “Can I make you a sandwich?”. I figured if I asked if he wanted one, he would say no. To my surprise, he shook his head yes. I smiled, “I’ll get to it.” It only took a minute to make, and he just stood quietly by the sink. After I had finished making them, I plated his, and handed it to him. He let out a “thank you” so small I thought I just imagined it. This time, it was my turn to only nod in response. He took his sandwich down the hall, back to his room. I’m making progress.

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Bucky’s pov

I sat on my bed, looking at the empty plate. I still can’t get her out of my head. Who is she? She was kind to me. Something about her is drawing me in. I want to be around her. She makes me feel human.

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Y/n’s pov

It’s been a week since I was in the kitchen with him. Every day since, Bucky has been around. He’s still silent. Sometimes I go to common area, and he just appears. I’m working on interacting with him, treating him normally. I try to only ask him yes or no questions, I don’t want to push him. Today is my day to go downstairs and train with Steve. Maybe I can talk to him about all this, ask about Bucky’s progress.

“Hey Steve.”, I said as I bounded into the gym. I look forward to my days in the gym with Steve. “Good morning.”, he seemed happy to see me too. We started with sparring, which went fine, as usual. Then we moved to the bags, Steve was using one while I took sips from my water. I felt all my questions about Bucky sitting on my tongue. “How is Bucky doing?”, I blurted out. Steve smiled faintly before responding, “He’s doing well. I can see a little bit of his old self slipping through. He seems to have taken well to you.”. What does he mean? I only looked at Steve with a bewildered expression. “He’s been looking for you recently, trying to be around you.”. I asked him if Bucky had told him that. “No,” he replied, “but I know him. Even after everything, he’s still Bucky.”. Tears filled my waterline. He may be Bucky, but he isn’t my husband anymore. Steve noticed I was upset, and came to sit next to on the bench. “He is starting to remember small things from our childhoods. Little details. Not the whole picture, but I think he is getting there. He will remember you. I know he will. And it doesn’t hurt that you look the same as you did 70 years ago.”, Steve finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. I wiped the few tears that had run down my face. I need Steve to be right.

I headed up to my room to clean up, maybe grab a book afterwards. On the way, I passed Bucky. And he smiled at me. That beautiful smile I missed so much. I almost stopped in my tracks. But I powered on and I continued to my room.

After showering, I realized how hungry I was, so I headed to the kitchen to scour the pantry. I had been looking for a few minutes. I heard footsteps, familiar ones. Bucky and I were in the kitchen again. “Hey Bucky.”, I said without turning around. He still didn’t say anything. I looked over my shoulder. “Am I in your way?” I asked. He shook his head no. He just kind of stood there by the counter next to the sink. Why is he in here then?

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Bucky’s pov

I don’t know why I’m in here. I heard her humming on the way from her room to the kitchen, and I followed her. I watched her grab a snack. She spoke to me again, “I think I’m going to go to the media room and watch a movie… you are welcome to come and join me.” I smiled at her and nodded. She walked away, to go to were she said. I waited a few minutes, and then I went to find her.

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Y/n’s pov

I was scrolling through movies after I made myself comfortable on the couch. Within a few minutes of me being in the media room, Bucky walked in. I really hadn’t expected him to, but he walked over and sat on a chair near the couch I was on. “Is this movie okay with you?” I asked after I settled on one. He showed a small smile and a nod. He stayed the whole movie.

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The silent charade of Y/n going about her business and Bucky always being near went on for a few weeks. The others in the compound were starting to notice, but no one mentioned it. Today the team had a weekly meeting, which led to a disagreement between Y/n and Tony. A small dispute, really not a big deal, but both ended up frustrated and quite loud. At some point, they had ended up standing across from each other, pointing and arguing. The whole thing was stupid, and Steve and Nat had just decided to let them duke it out.

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Y/n’s pov

“That whole thing is a terrible idea!” I yelled. Tony had unsurprisingly pissed me off earlier. I will however admit, that I got a little intense today. Tony yelled back at me, “You aren’t in charge! I am!”. This whole interaction had been going on for probably 20 minutes, but with this yell, Tony stepped closer to me to emphasize his point, not aggressively, but Bucky must have seen it differently. After Tony had walked closer to me and waved his hands in frustration, Bucky strode over and stood in between us with his back to me. He said nothing, but naturally, the fight fizzled out. Why did he do that? I was fine. Me and Tony were just taking, really. “You okay Bucky?”, I heard Steve say from across the room. Bucky nodded, and then walked out of the room. After I watched him leave, I said “Um, Steve? Can I talk to you in a bit?”. Steve looked equally confused to me, “Uh, sure.”.

Steve and I walked to my room. “Do you have any idea what that was?” Steve only shrugged. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it. “Can you go check on him maybe?” I was worried about him. “Yeah, I’ll go talk to him.” Steve replied.

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Bucky’s pov

“Buck? You okay?” I heard Steve say from outside my door. Before I responded, Steve opened the door and came in, and sat next to me. “I’m fine.” I replied. “What was that about?”he asked. I thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I thought he got to close.” Steve looked at me, “Too close to Y/n?” I nodded. “You wanted to protect her?” Steve started. I shrugged. “She seems so familiar.” I said. “Well of course she does Buck, we all live together.” Steve said, but he sounded almost uncomfortable. “Thats not what I meant. I feel like I’ve met her before this.” He said nothing back. I tried again, “Steve?”. “I don’t know what to tell you Buck.” he finally responded, but he wouldn’t meet my eye line as he said it. “Can you tell me more about her?” I questioned. “Why don’t you ask her?” Steve seemed dismissive. “Maybe I will.”

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A few days had passed, and though he still was always around, he didn’t inquire further about Y/n.

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Y/n’s pov

Bucky sat a few seats down in the media room. It was around dinner time. I was about to get up to make myself something to eat, when I decided to extend an invitation. “Hey, Bucky?” He looked up at me when I said it. “Wanna come eat dinner with me? I feel like cooking for two tonight.” I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to me, it was. Bucky looked at me for a moment, “Okay.” he said. This is only the second time he’s ever uttered a word to me. “Is pasta okay?” I asked him, that was what I had been planning to make anyway. “That sounds good.” he sounded shy. I buffered for a moment, because I couldn’t believe he said a full sentence. I just turned and headed toward the kitchen.

I was close to done with the pasta, and I heard a soft clank behind me. I turned to see Bucky setting down two plates next to each other. I offered to make him dinner, and he set the table. Maybe he is still my Bucky. My mind flashed back to all those years ago, when he set the table while I made dinner.

I plated the meal, and sat down next to him. “Thank you for setting the table.” I told him. “Thank you for dinner.” He replied, quietly. We began eating quietly. After a few minutes. I heard him clear his throat lightly. I looked over at him just before he asked, “Can I ask you a question?”. Shocked, I only nodded for him to go ahead. “How old are you?” What a strange question. “That’s a tricky question actually.”, I replied. He looked at me, and said nothing, like he was waiting for me to continue. So I did, “I was born in 1920. I went down in the bomber with Steve in ‘45. They found me in 2011. So I guess that makes me around 28.” Bucky’s fork hit his plate. He looked deep in thought. “What’s your last name?” Another weird question. I decided to be honest, try to introduce him to the whole truth. “My maiden name? Or my married name?”, I asked back. He looked at me before quickly replying, “Both.”. Here we go. “My maiden name is Y/l/n,” I paused, “and my married name was Barnes.” With that, I felt my face flush and tears burn my eyes. I got up to clear my plate, and walked quietly to my room.

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Bucky’s pov

I was right. I did know her once. It all came to me then. The pieces I was seeing of her, why she seemed familiar. She was my wife.

I needed to talk to Steve.

I was at his door. “Steve. I need to talk to you.”. Steve opened the door. He seemed nervous. “You knew.” I accused him, “why didn’t you tell me?”. Steve didn’t answer the question, he moved on to ask one of his own, “Did you remember?”. I felt my emotions bubbling. Tears started falling from eyes. I nodded at Steve, and he stepped over to allow me into the room. “I remember her. I remember our first date. I remember proposing. I remember the little wedding. But why didn’t you tell me?”, my voice cracked a l little towards the end. Steve looked near tears as well, “She wanted you to remember on your own. She wanted to give you a chance to start over.”

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Y/n’s pov

Why did I tell him that? That is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, how I wanted him to find out. I bawled on my bed for a while after dinner. I lost my husband years ago, only to find out he is alive, but he’s changed. He isn’t mine. Played like a mantra in my head, trying to remind myself and subsequently making me more upset. I was standing over my sink, splashing my face with cold water in attempts to calm down when I head a knock on my door. I went to open it without thinking about how much of a wreck I looked. It was Bucky. I couldn’t open my mouth to speak. He did in my stead, “I remember you.”. The tears started again. Looking at his tear stained cheeks, I resumed crying, hard. I stepped aside to sit on the edge of my bed, leaving the door open. I felt the bed dip beside me before I heard his voice again, “I remember missing you.”. I glanced over at him to see him crying again too. “I remember loving you.”. After he said that, a broken sob fell from my lips. I had nothing to say. I reached over, and gently took his right hand. We sat for a while, sniffling, tears still falling. Bucky was the first to speak, “I don’t want to start over.”. I smiled, wide, an ugly thing, all teeth and red cheeks and watery eyes. I finally had words. “I want to be your wife. And whatever that means for us now.” I leaned over and placed soft kiss on his cheek. He turned to me after that, taking his hand out of mine. His flesh hand cradled my jaw, a featherlight touch, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine, soft, a peck. He leaned back only an inch to say, “I want to be your husband.”.

He is my Bucky.

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Thank you to anyone who read the full fic!!!

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Hi! Same person who just gave that big rec! I do like that idea, could i propose maybe she does act like she forgets, but she also kind of takes care of him? Like asks him if he wants a sandwich while shes making her lunch and he’ll just nod? If not, thats totally okay, I completely understand as you are the writer!

Yes totally, reader will still have affection for him, just quietly, and she talks to Steve about keeping the marriage/knowing him before detail out of it until Bucky is ready. Love this idea, it should be out in a few days I think!

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Ngl i think it could be cool to do a fic where the reader was Bucky’s gf or wife in the 40s and then idk somehow went into the ice with Steve and so then its present day and Bucky is the Winter Soldier.. he gets brought to the Avengers compound and feels a strange connection to the reader (he forgets he knew her obviously) so he doesn’t speak at all, but just follows her around like a lost puppy for days on end and is super protective of her yet he doesn’t know why and then at the end maybe he remembers her? Idk but it should be a happy ending. Does this make sense? I hope it does 🫶🏻

Yes, I’ll totally get to work on this, and I’m going to write it as reader remembers him, but doesn’t want to push anything because of everything he has been through, so she acts as if she forgot too, until Bucky brings something up at a later time. I hope that works! If not, message me again and I’ll change it for you.

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I used to write for Marvel/Bucky Barnes, but would anyone be interested in me writing again? I would be open to writing for Marvel Stranger things, and TWD. If anyone would be interested or have requests, please let me know! Ps I would LOVE to write weird girl reader for any of these.

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You know what sounds kinda sexy? No one hurting my feelings ever again