#bucky x anorexic!reader

[mrs-bucky-barnes106]

Nothing New

pairing: bucky x anorexic!reader

a/n: this is a lil...delicate. don't read if you know it'll trigger you. it's meant to be a hurt comfort fic to help those of you who struggle with an ed.

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"Alrighty! Here we are, doll," Bucky boomed as he slid onto the couch next to you with an open jar of peanut butter in hand with two spoons stuck inside. He pointed into it and explained, "So we've got the Snickers bar broken up and mixed in with the Jiffy's-"

"It's just Jif's, Buck!" you giggled.

He frowned down at you pretending to be upset at your interruption, only causing you to giggle even harder. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," he brought his face within inches of yours, frowning deeply, causing you to burst into laughter and swat him away. He pulled you into his side before finishing, "We have the Jiffy's," he shot you a warning look, daring you to correct him. "And we have the chocolaty-peanut butter goodness. Now the only question is: how fast are we gonna finish this? I'd say we give it half an episode of Friends, just to be safe. What do you think, doll?"

You stared down at the monstrosity in his hands, an acute sense of panic suddenly taking over your body. You couldn't do it. You had already eaten so much today. How could you make your beautiful, loving boyfriend understand that you couldn't eat anymore for the day? Sure, you were still slightly hungry, but you got used to that feeling long ago. You swallowed and flashed him an awkward smile, hoping he wouldn't notice your evident discomfort.

"Um, as appealing as that sounds," you started, "I just...I don't think I have the room." You patted your belly, hoping it was a convincing show. How could Bucky think you could even eat a bite of something so calorific? You were so bloated at the end of every day. You couldn't afford dessert ever again.

When Bucky gave you a skeptical look, you rushed to add, "Well, you know, I just ate a lot today, so I'm not really hungry..."

"Doll, we had salads before this so that we could make sure we had room for this," Bucky had let go of your waist and set the PB jar down on the coffee table, and was now turned to the side to face you. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye lest your facade crumble, so you remained facing the television and drew your knees up to hug them to your chest.

"Yeah, but I had a lot to eat for lunch and stuff," you faltered, hoping that he would just drop it. You didn't want this night to end in a fight. It was so rare that you and Bucky got to spend time at home, just watching TV like a normal couple these days. You were always dragged away on separate missions, so your few days together were precious, and the last thing you wanted to do was squander them away because you couldn't bring yourself to eat a stupid jar of peanut butter.

Bucky seemed to get the hint but still looked concerned. Voice soft, he said, "That's fine, doll, we can just have it another day." You sensed the disappointment in his voice and instantly regretted hurting his feelings. But nothing could stop you from becoming skinnier, and if that meant saying no to Bucky's weird concoctions, then so be it.

It's just temporary, you reminded yourself. As soon as I shed a few pounds, I can go back to eating whatever I want. I've got it under control.

Bucky came back into the living room after putting the jar away, giving you a heavy smile. "I brought popcorn! Don't tell me you can't have that either?"

Popcorn was safe. Not a lot of calories, and you could eat a lot before you felt full. "Ugh, perfect!" You reached for the bowl with grabby hands.

He passed it to you with a warm smile then picked you up to your surprise before sitting down in the same spot with you in his lap. He put his arms around you in a bear hug that just felt safe before extending his legs out to rest his feet on the coffee table. Normally, you would've whacked his legs and admonished him about putting his smelly socks on the same surface as your food, but today you just relented. The ambience felt too cozy to be disturbed by silly little complaints. You snuggled into his chest, his scruff tickling the top of your forehead. You could get used to this position, you thought as your lashes fluttered. You felt Bucky lean forward to grab the remote and play the Friends episode. You reached down to stuff some popcorn into your mouth before leaning back into Bucky's chest.

You slowly drifted off while still in his lap and felt yourself being carried into your shared bedroom at some point. Although you were aware of it, you were too tired to wake up and remind Bucky that you didn't need to be carried to bed like a little kid. So, you just let him.

Bucky set you down on your side of the bed, covered you in your favorite fuzzy throw blanket, and smoothed the pillows under your head. He kissed your forehead and smiled down at you. You looked so peaceful like this.

When you were awake, you were constantly stressed about something or the other. Usually, it was something to do with work and the next mission you had to go on. That kind of stress was healthy because it allowed you to do your job properly and kept you alive on dangerous missions.

But recently, he had noticed how you stressed out about food. He didn't exactly understand it, but then again he wasn't sure it was supposed to make sense. When he had looked it up, he had gotten alarming results that indicated you might have an eating disorder. When he dug deeper, he realized that there were many different types of eating disorders, and that it wasn't always clear-cut with definable signs and symptoms. While he clearly had no experience in the vicinity and could by no means diagnose you, he had an inkling that something was up. You definitely didn't interact with food normally, and it worried him.

He had never thought about food for longer than the amount of time it took to prepare and consume it. He didn't understand why you were so worried about it. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman alive, and you didn't need to change your body. You could eat an elephant and he would still think of you as gorgeous. Bodies were just that, they didn't determine who you were as a person.

As he climbed into bed and pulled your sleeping frame into his chest, he made a silent vow to himself to tell you how beautiful you looked and to make sure you always ate. The last thing he needed was for his beautiful doll to harm herself because she didn't feel pretty.

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The next morning, Bucky woke up in an empty bed. Aw, man, you already left, he chided himself for not feeling you slipping out of his arms earlier. You had probably gone on a run or to the training room. You and Bucky liked to train together when you could and make a date out of it. But lately, you always seemed to push him away to train alone. He wondered why that was...

Groaning softly, he climbed out of bed and lumbered over to your walk-in closet to throw on a black T-shirt and shorts. After quickly brushing his teeth (he knew you hated it when he waited until after he ate breakfast), Bucky made his way down to the gym.

Sure enough, he found you there on the treadmill in your favorite running outfit, sweat glistening on your toned muscles. Your legs pounded on the treadmill and your breathing was erratic as you performed your sprints.

He didn't want to give you a jump-scare since that would very likely spike your heart rate which had to be quite high already, so he opted to slowly walk up behind you, calling out, "Good morning, doll!"

You didn't seem to hear him over your thundering footsteps and the heavy metal that was no doubt blaring through your headphones. He decided to risk it and walk into your peripheral vision. The treadmill you were on faced a window, not a mirror, which didn't exactly help his situation. He waved and offered you a wide smile, "Hey doll!"

"Hey...Bucky...," you panted hard, trying to control your breathing in front of him. You couldn't stop yet, you had only run 7 miles so far. You had only been running for 45 minutes, what was a few more? Your goal was to hit 10 miles before you moved on to weight-training.

A bead of sweat rolled down your neck which didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. He found it quite attractive that you liked to work and train hard. However, he did worry in light of new revelations. His research into eating disorders had revealed that along with restriction of food, people often over-trained and physically over-exerted themselves in hopes of changing the way they looked.

"Looking good, doll! Gosh, I just woke up, and you've already run 7 miles! That's my girl," he tried to high-five you, but you missed. The momentum sent your feet flying backwards, and you would've faceplanted on the edge of the treadmill if Bucky hadn't acted quickly and grabbed your waist, pulling you safely off the treadmill.

"I'm so sorry, doll! Are you okay?" he set you down and brought both hands up to your face. His eyes were wide with concern as they raked over your features to discern whether you were in pain.

"I'm fine," you tried pushing him away, but your efforts were weaker than you'd hoped. "I need to keep going." But at this point, you could barely stand seeing as you were clinging onto Bucky's forearms for support.

"I...I gotta finish," you mumbled, trying to amble over to the treadmill that was still running, tripping over your feet in the process. You didn't know how you would start up again. The only thing that had kept you going before was your momentum. Now that it was gone, you felt as if you could never walk again. Your hamstrings were on fire, and you couldn't even feel your calves.

Dark spots clouded your vision, and you felt your body going slack in Bucky's arms. Your limbs felt leaden with exhaustion, and all you wanted was to fall asleep. That last thing you remembered was the warmth of Bucky's chest, his heartbeat erratic against your cheek as he swept your limp form into his arms. "Doll! Doll, stay with me! Stay with me, honey, I'm right here, and you're gonna be okay!"

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You woke up in the cold, hostile hospital room. Your eyes darted around the room before fixing on Bucky's massive frame at your bedside. He stirred, no doubt thanks to your heart monitor picking up speed.

He had placed his flesh hand gently on top of yours. His head was bowed, resting on his arm. That couldn't be too comfortable.

He slowly raised his head, blinking his blue eyes open. You couldn't help staring at him. Even in his groggy state, he was the most beautiful person alive.

"Do you know why you feel that way?"

You swallowed and steeled your mind, focusing your eyes on Bucky's cool metal hand wrapped in both of yours. You willed yourself not to cry as you responded, "I...I don't know, I can't explain it super well, but um...I-there's like this voice in my head telling me that I can never have too much. I can never...eat too much because then I'll...I don't know, it's just like a rule that my mind made up for me and I don't know why I'm so weird and why I just can't be normal and eat like a normal person and not obsess over it.... It's never enough." You shook your head, finally dissolved into the tears you had been holding in for months now.

Bucky must have expected you to start crying because he skipped the tissues and went straight to pulling you into his arms, right off the hospital bed and into his lap like you were a child. You felt like one in that moment anyway, quivering in his arms and sobbing a year's worth of tears into the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Food is fuel, baby girl," he said softly, his puppy dog eyes roaming over your face as he tried to convey to you the knowledge that you were perfect to him. He adored everything about you, and it saddened him to no end that you hated your body. "I love you. I can't even begin to understand how hard this must be for you, and I'm not going to pretend I will anytime soon. But you can be damn sure that I'll try and be here for you every single day because it's the least I can do."

Your eyes welled again, and you tackled him in a hug again. He gladly pulled you in tighter, holding you so tenderly that the gentleness and sheer love in his embrace alone made you want to bawl your eyes out.

He spoke softly, his words muffled into your shoulder, "Honey, I will be here with you on every step of your recovery. Don't you ever think you'll be alone in this, not even for a minute. I can't lose you. It'll kill me. So please tell me what I can do. Even if you just wanna talk, we can do whatever. But I'm always here for you."

"Thank you," you mumbled, swallowing back thick tears.

"Please talk to me, okay?" he pulled back slightly, bringing his flesh hand up to tuck some fallen strands of hair behind your ear. You nodded, and your eyes darted down to his lips. He seemed to understand your need to be near him, so he kissed you, delicately at first, pulling back to lock his eyes on yours and check if it was okay. In response, you pulled him by the collar, back onto your lips where he belonged. You moaned against him, breathless in your desire, but unwilling to let him go. Being in a life or death situation did that to you.

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[winter-soldier-vibes]

hey, i love your writing :) if your requests are open can u pls do another bucky x anorexic reader where she’s becomes distant with him and doesn’t allow him to touch her and then one day they’re in bed and he pulls her close to his chest and realizes how thin she is under her baggy sweatshirt, if u don’t chose to do it or can’t I totally understand, if u do can u pls end it with hurt comfort fluff the way u ended ur other eating disorder ones? I love the way u write and I appreciate ur accurate portrayal. Sometimes I just feel kinda numb and ur fics help ground me in a way. Thank you so so much 🥺❤️

A/N: Hey there, Thanks for the kind words!! I’m going to change it the tiniest bit if that’s alright to reach more people. I hope that you’re okay and I’m glad that my fics help you but if it ever gets to be too much my dm’s are open <3. Thank you for the request!

Maybe One day

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2579

Warnings: eating disorder (anorexia restricting subtype mainly), talk of weight loss (not necessarily being underweight), negative self talk, angst, comfort, fluff, anxiety, tears

A/N 2: I did write that the reader experiences weight loss but that’s not always how eating disorders present physically. Just know that even if you didn’t lose weight or if you gained weight you are in no way invalid in your journey. The alternating italics and bold prints at certain parts represent how there can be an ‘eating disorder’ voice and your ‘real’ thoughts.

tags: @babydaddy-buckybarnes @buckys2thicc @thatfangirl42 @barnesplums @peggycarter-steverogers @mardema @broadwaybabe18 @im-sick-of-failing @strawberrimae @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @abitgryffindorky

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Step on the scale. 

Step off the scale.

On

Off

Eat an apple

Back on

Off

Look in the mirror.

Do you like what you see?

No…

Every day was the same. You woke up and weighed yourself and that number determined what you would allow yourself to eat. How much you would exercise. What things you would call yourself.

The number on the scale and your reflection in the mirror determined the way you felt about yourself that day. Determined the things you felt you could or couldn’t do. 

It was all a numbers game. You hated math and maybe this was why. Calories in, calories out. Burn off more than you eat. If you eat over your m[limit today, you had to restrict even more the next day.

If you ate at all. 

It was a routine that you hated so much. You were tired, you were weak, but you couldn’t for the love of god stop. 

You never really liked your body. But then again, who does? There was all this body [positivity going around and while you supported it and you thought everyone you saw was truly beautiful in their own way, you couldn’t say the same for yourself. Everyone was just more of what you wanted to be, so it seemed. Tony was smarter, Bucky and Steve were stronger, Nat and Wanda were both prettier and better at fighting. 

Then there was you.

You just wanted to be better than you were. You thought that working out more and losing weight would help you. Some form of control or discipline. You could control what you ate and what you did in the gym. Doing that would give consistent results if you stayed consistent. And while those first few weeks you felt a swell of pride when you lost those first few pounds, you quickly plateaued. The same way everyone does when losing weight. 

You were stronger but suddenly that wasn’t your main goal. You don’t know when your diet to become stronger became a desire to be smaller, but here you were. You started eating less and less and you don’t know when not eating changed from being difficult to being completely normal. When hunger pains stopped being painful. 

When eating became something that felt less natural than not. 

But it did. You didn’t like what you saw in the mirror so you started to hide yourself more. Baggy clothes to hide your body from others and from yourself. Hiding under blankets, behind pillows - there were many times when you wanted to punch out your mirror. 

But you didn’t. Because then you’d have to explain to Tony why he had to pay for a new mirror. And you weren’t ready to do that yet.

Sure, the team had noticed some sort of change, but you were pretty good at hiding your tricks. Slight of hand at the table, cutting food up and moving it around, hiding it in napkins or pockets, bringing it to your mouth but never quite swallowing was enough for most of them.

Most of them.

You and Bucky had been dating for a while now, and with him being both closer to you and observant, he noticed a few things were off with you. You asked to borrow more of his sweatshirts - because they were bigger on you, not that he knew - and he didn’t mind. But he slept next to you and you woke up more and more tired every day. The biggest thing was how you had grown more distant. You had always been someone who found comfort in physical affection, as was he. But as the weeks turned to months, you went from falling asleep in his arms and asking for hugs to never allowing him to touch you.

He had no idea what had happened, but it worried him.

You were just worried he would see you the way you saw yourself. Too big, too fat, too loud, too ugly - all the horrible things you would tell yourself that weren’t true. You just wanted to be smaller, prettier - everything the media told you you should be. Sometimes you would lie awake on your side wondering where everything had gone wrong. 

This was all about getting stronger and having more control. So why did you feel more out of control than you’d ever felt before?

Bucky would ask you about it but you would deflect it. Change the subject. If he would ask about you, you would answer asking about him. Beat around the bush, act oblivious. You knew exactly what was wrong and that he was getting extremely close to forcing you to tell him. Your solution? Isolate yourself and push him away more. 

Foolproof.

Right?

You were lying to yourself. You weren’t okay, you were tired. Exhausted. You didn’t want to keep doing this - eating the same thing everyday, exercising even when you were sick. The same game of checks and balances and telling yourself that one day you would stop. That one day you would feel okay with your body and you just had to keep pushing. 

One day it would get better. You told yourself that everyday.

Yet every day it felt like ‘one day’ became further and further away.

You couldn’t see it but you were losing weight. But more than that was the internal things you were feeling - being cold, feeling weak, nauseous most of the time, dizziness when you stood up - you always felt sick or weak. This was all you could think about, it felt like all that you had left of yourself. You wanted to change but at the same time, what would that mean?

Facing everything you had become afraid of. Being vulnerable. Telling the truth and gaining weight. Were you ready for that? 

Maybe.

But you weren’t there yet. 

One day you would. Some time in the future when you weren’t as stressed as you were right now.

But every day you were becoming more stressed.

It had been months and you were becoming a shell of who you had used to be. You were quiet, you kept to yourself, you were more anxious and sad most of the time. You kept up your act as much as you could but you would lie awake in bed at night, so confused and frustrated with yourself, your mind, and how you had gotten here.

Which is where you found yourself now, staring off into space as your mind ran a marathon in your head. Bucky laid beside you, both of you turned away from each other in stark contrast to before. 

I need to stop

Not yet, you’re not perfect yet. 

But I’m just so tired, I don’t want to do this anymore.

And give up on all the hard work you’ve done?

I can’t do this anymore.

Can’t and won’t are two very different things. Can’t is when you break. Won’t is when you give up.

You sniffled as tears fell down your face into the pillow. You wanted to stop you really wanted to but you couldn’t. Not on your own. You took a shaky breath as a few more tears fell down your face, body shaking with silent sobs. You sniffed again, hiding your face into the pillow. 

You felt the bed shift beside you. “Y/n?”

You held your breath and tried to blink back the rest of the tears as you heard Bucky turn towards you, you still facing away from him. 

“Y/n I know you're awake, what’s wrong?” he said gently, voice laced with sleep. 

Tell him

Don’t tell him. 

He could sleep through gunshots and in battle zones like a rock but the moment you started crying he was up and ready to fight whoever hurt you.

Problem is, that person was you.

You took a shaky breath, glancing slightly over your shoulder. “Go back to bed Buck, ‘m fine,” you said, voice wavering.

Bucky sighed, scooching across the bed and pulling you into his chest, holding you the way he used to. But very quickly his eyes widened and he loosened his grip at the same moment that you had pushed him away. 

You were smaller than he remembered.

“Get off of me,” you said, shrugging him off.

Bucky sat up next to you, now wide awake. “Y/n, what happened?”

You turned away from bucky, shaking your head. “The fuck you mean?”

“Y/n, you’ve lost so much weight,” he started, uneasy. Everything was starting to make sense, the dizziness, feeling cold all the time.

But why? 

“What about it?!” you suddenly snapped at him. Bucky looked taken aback and you sighed, rubbing your face and swinging your legs over the bed. “Forget it.”

Bucky stood up and walked over so he was in front of you. “Y/n what do you mean? Why are you losing weight, are you sick? What’s going on?”

You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you from standing and put your hand on the bedside table for support. Bucky reached his arms out for you and noticed your face grow paler. “When was the last time you ate?”

Tell him

Don’t you fucking dare

“Bucky, don’t,” you said breathlessly as the dizzy spell began to pass.

“Y/n, please, when was the last time you ate something?”

“I don’t know,” you said suddenly, tears pricking your eyes after the words left your mouth.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, feeling his heart drop to his stomach. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

You shook your head. “Forget it Bucky -”

“No, y/n, you can’t just tell me to forget that you don’t remember the last time you ate,” you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “Y/n look at me! What the hell is going on with you?”

“Nothing is wrong, just drop it,” you pleaded, still trying to get away from Bucky. You covered your face and your breathing started to pick up. “You weren’t supposed to know, you weren’t supposed to find out, I wasn’t supposed to tell you -”

“Tell me what?”

“That I can’t stop!” you yelled suddenly, tears falling down your cheeks. “I’m not eating and I know I should but I can’t. I’m so fucking exhausted all the time and I can’t do anything about it,” you started shaking your head, rambling through your tears. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t supposed to get this far. I was supposed to be in control but there’s this thing in my head and I can’t make it stop,” you said, sobs wracking your body. 

Bucky pulled you into him, holding you gently as you cried. “I just want it to stop,” you whispered. 

“What do you want to stop?”

“Everything.”

Bucky swore he felt his heart stop for a moment, rubbing a hand up and down your back and whispering comforting words into your ear. He eventually moved you back to sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and you in front of him, not wanting to be that close quite yet. 

“I - I don’t know what happened, I just - I wanted to be better than I was and then I couldn’t eat and then I didn’t want to and I just feel like I’m going insane -”

“It’s okay, calm down, it’s alright,” he said, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. “Do you know why you stopped eating?”

“I don’t know. I mean - it was fine for a while, and then one day I just didn’t think that I needed to eat as much. Then I got scared that… I don’t know. Scared that I’d gain weight?”

Bucky tried to appear curious rather than confused. Bodies are bodies, they didn’t change who you were. People gain weight and lose weight, he didn’t think much about it. He didn’t think you did either. 

“Do you know why you were scared?”

You thought for a moment. Why were you so scared? The thought of eating food scared you but you didn’t think much about it. It was easier to avoid the fear, it didn’t matter much where it came from.

“I’m not sure?” you said, more as a question. “I just told myself that losing weight was good and gaining weight was bad. I just wanted something to control I guess. I don’t know I just - I eat something and then I freak out, or I gain weight and freak out. I thought that if I was stronger then I’d be better, maybe I was afraid I wasn’t good enough.” you said, trying to work through your thoughts

Bucky nodded, though he didn’t quite understand. He had always thought you were perfect. “Good enough for who?”

“You guys I guess...maybe myself,” you said, shaking your head slightly. You wiped your face as more tears fell from your eyes. “Everyone on this team is just more of what I want to be. I just feel like I’m the weak link.”

“Y/n, look at me,” he said, making sure you found his eyes. “You’re not weak, the furthest thing from it. We all have our h, we all have our shit to work on. But why this, why stop eating?”

“I don’t think it was ever about eating,” you said, more so to yourself. “I just wanted...something, I don’t know. This thing in my head just keeps telling me not to eat, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Why didn’t you tell one of us, we could’ve helped you I could’ve helped you -”

“I didn’t know if I wanted to stop,” you interrupted. “And I knew that if I had told you, you would’ve made me stop. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want you to always worry about me or look at me like you did when you hugged me.” You shook your head. “I am so tired all the time, of all of it. But I don't know if I can stop. I don’t even know if I want to.”

Bucky nodded slightly, knowing the feeling of not wanting to let someone in. you worried about worrying others, you wanted to hold your own. That was understandable to him. He readjusted himself on the bed so he could hug you again. 

“I can’t say that I understand this, because I don’t. I don’t know why you would hurt yourself like this, chasing something that doesn’t exist. But I’m here for you, okay? I’m always going to be here.” He kissed the top of your head. “I know talking about it doesn’t feel like it’ll help but it might. I’m here to listen and help as much as I can.”

“It’s not your problem though, I don’t wanna disappoint you -”

“It might be your problem, but you’re my priority. I love you so if something is bothering you then I am going to help you through it as best as I can.”

He pulled you back to look at you again. “You helped me with my nightmares no matter how much I told you not to worry about me. I didn’t think it would get better but they did because you helped me work on myself. Let me help you with this.”

You looked at him for a few moments before giving him a small smile and nodding. “Okay.”

Maybe one day it would get better. But not unless you worked for it.

[buchananssmolbean]

Inside And Out

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 498

Warnings: EDs, anorexic behaviour, fluff

A/N: this is probo what i would’ve wanted when going through the beginning stages of my ED. anyway, please read cautiously and love yourselves!! trust me, you’re strong enough that even YOU don’t need a bucky to get through anything :)

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to lose you too, especially not this way.

No one would notice.

No one would notice if your waist got an inch smaller.

No one would notice if your arms got skinnier.

No one would notice if you lost a couple pounds.

But Bucky noticed.

Bucky noticed when you starting spending more time at the gym.

Bucky noticed you getting more tired.

Bucky noticed you touching him less.

Bucky would notice everything, and you shouldn't have though less of a super soldier.

“Baby, come cuddle.” Bucky reached out for your hand, kissing the top with soft, chapped lips,

You may have been more distant recently, but you were always up for cuddles. That, at least, pleased Bucky. It felt like the only time he got to hold you anymore. No longer would you let him pick you up to reach things, and Bucky’s fear of you bruising so easily scared him away from sex.

“I want to talk to you, Hun.” he admitted with a sigh, caging you in his big, strong arms.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, pushing your nose into his chest. “So, why aren’t you eating anymore?”

So that was it. He’d caught you.

“It’s just the new diet my trainer put me on.” you lied,

“Babydoll, if a trainer told you to do that, they shouldn’t be a trainer. Come on, tell me the truth.”

You took a deep breath, tears welling in your eyes, falling down your hollowed cheeks. You tried your absolute best not to let your voice shake.

“You’re so perfect.” you admitted. “You’re what every guy wants to look like. And… You work with gorgeous women, who have gorgeous bodies.”

“So do you, Y/N.”

“Not like them, Bucky.”

You wiped your tears eyes on his henley, but Bucky felt the wetness through the fabric, seeping onto his abdomen. “Listen to me—” He lifted your head from under the blanket, staring into your reddened eyes.

“I love you, so much. You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever laid my eyes on. But you know what I love more than that?”

You shook your head, still riddled with embarrassment until Bucky started kissing all over your face.

“I. Love. You. Inside. And. Out.”

Between your giggles and Bucky’s kisses, you were in a happy mood again, ready to tackle Bucky down and squeeze him so tightly that he’d have to pry you off.

“Okay? I love you so much. Please, Y/N. This kind of stuff can lead to eating disorders, and you know that.” You nodded.

“How about this. What if I take you out? We can go on a date, a dinner date. I’ll wear that suit you love.”

Your eyes expanded, and suddenly you were an excited jumble of words. It was good. You were excited about food again, and Bucky got to watch it all. “Okay!” You smiled, scurrying to the bedroom to throw on a dress.

Bucky smiled to himself, picking up his phone to start reservations.

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Marvel:

Peter Parker:

Headcanon for calming down a Reader with an anxiety attack

Peter with Avenger!Reader

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Peter dating a Musician!Reader

Peter with a Cheerleader!Reader

Dad!Bucky finding out you're dating Peter

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Shy Peter crushing on you

Peter with Reader with a heavy Brooklyn accent

Peter with a chubby, short Reader

Peter comforts reader after they scream during a nightmare 

Peter comforting Dancer!Reader

Peter with Avenger!Reader when they are in a dangerous situation  

Shy!Peter with outspoken reader

Short Peter with Tall Reader

Sub!Peter (not NSFW)

You're My One Exception

Donating hair with Peter

Wearing Peter's PJ's

Aunt May loving you

Peter and Reader annoying each other

Tall!Reader Headcannons

Another Peter comforts Reader after nightmare

Hugging Headcanon

Naps Headcanon

Going to see Hamilton

You're worried Peter's sweatshirts won't fit  

Bi best friend headcanons

Getting your period 

Getting your period at school

Lesbian best friend headcanons 

Peter with Short!Reader

Peter realizing he is in love with Avenger!Reader after they return from a mission

Peter gets his legs waxed

Peter helps you destress

Peter with Reader who bruises easily

Hurricane Florence

How Peter shows his love for you

Peter with Tourrettes!Reader

Kisses and Swollen Lips

Peter with Green-Eyed!Reader

Peter with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Peter with plus sized, self conscious Reader

Dating Peter and having a strict dad

Peter taking care of you while you're sick

Peter watching Ballerina!Reader dance

Peter watching Reader act in a musical

Peter talking about how much he loves you

Peter loves your braces

“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital”

“I always knew you would be the one I would take a bullet for.” 

God, I'm never leaving your side again

Peter with Glasses!Reader

Peter and Stark!Reader Nerf war

Reader realizing they're in love with Peter

Touchy!Reader with a crush on Peter

Peter and Reader who doesn't show much skin, then wears shorts

Peter watching the Reader as Spiderman

Peter and Insecure!Reader

Dating Peter and being scared of spiders

Dating Peter and being Loki's daughter

Stark!Reader ABC'S

Reader who doesn't like getting their picture taken

Reader with a lot of headaches

Your dog "attacks" Peter

Peter dating Thor and Loki's sister Reader

Babysitting with Peter

First date headcanons

Reader finding out Peter is Spiderman and patching him up

Peter and Stark!Reader headcanons

Peter with bookworm Reader

Being Peter's sister

Being Bucky's daughter and dating Peter

Crushing on Peter and holding hands

You and Peter get a cat

First I love you

Rainy day with Peter

Peter and Stark!Reader adopt a stray cat

Peter learns about periods

Peter walks in on you singing and dancing in his shirt

Roadtrips with Peter

Study date headcanons

Leave them alone!

Peter tries to raise the blinds and breaks them

Cute Alphabet

Reader trying to figure out if they have anxiety

"Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

But I want to hear you sing

Reader gets saved by Spiderman and finds out it's Peter

Falling asleep on Peter for the first time

Being plus-sized and wearing Peter's hoodies

Art school Reader

In which Peter tries to flirt with you at a party

Shut up and kiss me

Cuddling with Peter

Sick day

Peter and Painter!Reader

You bake when you're stressed and you've been gifting me baskets of cookies

"Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.”

Goodbye Part One 

Goodbyes Part Two 

Goodbyes Part Three 

Nail Polish

♡☾♒

Peter's quirks

Getting you teeth pulled 

Banner!Reader x Peter Parker 

Are you jealous?

You didn't get the job you wanted

Roadkill   

The Language of Art

Where all the Avengers vaguely know you but didn't know you and Peter were dating

Peter asking and taking the Reader on a date

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Damsel in Distress  

His Favorite Pastime 

Steve Rogers:

He holds your hand to stop your anxiety 

Steve Rogers x Adopted Daughter

You don't want him to go on a run

Steve dating a short and chubby Reader

Hurricane Florence

"Go away’ is just a lonely person’s way of saying, ‘show me that you care enough to stay’.”  

Your bedhead is really cute

Falling asleep on Steve headcanons

It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway

Oblivious Crushes

All That I Lost

With Just One Snap

Bucky Barnes:

Introverted!Reader with a crush on Bucky

Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky dating Tall!Reader

Bucky dating Short!Reader

Hurricane Florence

Bucky with Green-Eyed!Reader

Bucky with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Card games with Bucky

I always knew you would be the one I took a bullet for.

The other Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky and Band!Reader

Being kidnapped by HYDRA and being Bucky's sister

Bucky taking care of a sick Reader

Bucky being best friends with Depressed!Reader

Big brother Bucky

Being Bucky's sister

ABC'S

Falling asleep on Bucky

Sunrise

Jealousy

Natasha Romanoff:

Hurricane Florence

Depressed!Reader 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki braiding your hair

Loki braiding your hair again

Reading with Loki

Loki and a Tall!Reader

Loki finding out you have an eating disorder

Loki and Green-Eyed!Reader

Loki with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Loki with a cuddly Reader

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Surprise sleepover with Loki

Dating an insecure Peter

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

You Are My New Pillow

Shy!Reader crushing on Loki

Falling asleep on Loki

Loki comforting grieving Reader

Loki and spontaneous, hothead, clever and funny Reader

Hurricane Florence

Thor Odisnon:

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

Baking with Thor

Hurricane Florence

Fluffy dating headcanons

Thor and Short!Reader

Thor and Green-Eyed!Reader

Thor with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Thor dating Short!Reader

Dating an insecure Peter

Hurricane Florence

Tony Stark:

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Reader gets Tony to go to bed on time

Tony taking care of a sick Reader

Hurricane Florence

Peter dating Stark!Reader with powers

Falling asleep on Tony

But I Want To Hear You Sing

You're My Remedy

Helicopter parent Tony

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Clint Barton:

Distractions

Hurricane Florence

Marvel actors:

Tom Holland:

Tom having a girlfriend who always carries a book with her

Tom having a girlfriend with anxiety

Tom turning his s/o to mush while playing with her hair 

Angsty Tom part 1 part 2 part 3

Mob!Tom watching his girlfriend mob!reader kill someone for the first time

Mob!Tom

Mob!Tom cuddling with his 4 year old son

Tom dating a mobboss

Tom being a jealous roommate part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Tom and reader going on a trip together

Tom taking his s/o with him when he removes his wisdom teeth

Tom with a clumsy girlfriend

Unnamed Tom blurb (angst)

Tom being jealous would include

Taking Tom with you to a family event and falling asleep in eachothers arms

Tom helping you destress

first kiss with Tom would include

Tom dating a plus size!reader

Cuddling with Tom

Tom reacting to his girlfriend secretly making fanfics about Peter Parker

Broken hearts and bandages

Tom taking reader to Disneyland

How the marvel actors are during your period

Tom taking care of you during a storm

Random Tom headcannon

Another jealous Tom

Tom feeling cuddly and calling you to a cuddling emergensy

Car accident

Painting your room with Tom

Tom comforting his s/o who is self cautious about her wheight

Movie night with sick Tom

Tom taking you on a date to the aquarium

bringing Tom swimming with your friends

The old appartment

Tom meeting the reader at a convention

Tom Hiddleston:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Benedict Cumberbatch:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Chris Evans:

How the marvel actors are during your period

Chris wants to surprise you

Sebastian Stan:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Marauders:

Sirius Black:

Sirius breaks up with you 1 2

“I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again”

Pregnant

New Years Kiss

The marauders surprise you for your birthday

Baker Neighbor AU

Sirius comforting self-harming!reader

Sirius x Bi!Reader

Butt-first

The Marauders helping you with homework

You surprise Sirius for his birthday

Taking care of a pregnant reader

“Sugar, spice, and… more spice.”

Sirius finds out reader self-harms

Cuddling with Remus and Sirius

Remus and Sirius comfort reader during a crisis

Insecurities

More birthday headcanons

Sirius loving your butt

Sad!Sirius

Even more birthday headcanons

“A dog with separation anxiety”

Comforting a sad reader

bOOP

Blood-traitor

Survivor’s guilt

“You can’t yell at me, I’m injured”

That shirt

Reader is scared she won’t fit into Sirius’ hoodie

Slytherin Reader x Sirius Black (Platonic)

When the marauders can’t figure out what house you’re in

Backup Boys

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

Sitting on Sirius’ lap

Sirius with an anxious, depressed reader

The marauders finding out that their friend is self-harming and anorexic

Doggo Sirius 1 2

Sirius comforting his girlfriend after she cries because of a book

Bunbun

Lazy day with Sirius

Remus Lupin:

Remus is always cold, but reader is always warm

The marauders just cant figure out what house your in

Reader knowing exactly who Remus is but no one else from the gang

being married to professor Lupin would include

Remus comforts you after a terrible day at work

Remus comforts his s/o who suffers from depression and severe anxiety

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

reader organizes Remus a party

sister!reader who prepares a garden that helps remus relax

Remus comforts you when you cry over a book

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Lazy day

Remus's secret admirer on valentines day

Remus taking care of you, reader, with severe depression

Remus finds out you self harms

Study date

Unnamed Remus blurb

Midnight new years kiss

Birthday surprise

Father figure Remus

Father figure Remus and a creative reader

Father figure Remus where reader has abusive parents

Dinner cuddles

Father figure Remus and suicidal reader

homework helpers

Remus comforts you after you get a bad grade

Remus and you help each other with insecurities

Remus and a reader who's socially anxious

fluffy cuddles

Remus and a chubby!reader who steals his hoodies

Unnamed Remus blurb

Remus comforts you during a crisis

coffee shop date

the reader has anxiety and feels like she doesn't belong in her house

Unnamed Remus blurb

A fluffy birthday

Remus takes care of you when you're exhausted

Fluffy blurb

Remus takes care of a baby

remus hears you sing

unnamed blurb

skinny love

Royal Remus AU part 1 part 2

grief

Remus and assassin AU

college AU

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

the alphabet with Remus

study helpers

Remus asking you to the ball

reader finding out about his lycanthropy

Father figure Remus and a really insecure student

an awkward first date

father figure Remus

Remus takes care of you when you are depressed

father figure Remus comforts you

being black and dating Remus

dating Remus and being a Hufflepuff

unnamed blurb

being short and dating Remus would include

being a student in professor Lupins class would include

soulmate AU

staring

James Potter:

the marauders just cant figure out which house your in

Common friends

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Birthday surprise

Parents who don't approve

fluffy prompt

James cant find his glasses

James Potter alphabet

Midnight new years kiss

Lazy day

unnamed fluffy blurb

James takes care of you when you're sick 

homework helpers

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

James and a reader who's socially anxious

James being dramatic

study helpers

James with a pregnant!reader

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

James tries to teach you how to play quidditch

hating James but having to spend time with him which makes you change your mind

being James's twin sister and starting to date Sirius

James dating a slytherin

James turning into a deer part 1 part 2

dating James and being insecure about your appearance

playful fighting

more James and insecure reader

unnamed blurb

James teases you for reading so much

James meeting your parents

James with a curvy s/o

James helping his girlfriend with her anxiety

James helping you with nightmares

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

yours and James's wedding night

James is craving some attention

unnamed blurb

James thinks your cute

tooth rottingly fluffy blurb

fluffy prompt

James introduces you to his parents

James dating a ravenclaw

Golden trio:

Theodore Nott:

Theodore and Depressed!Reader

Draco Malfoy:

Draco x Slytherin Reader

Fighting with Draco

Headcanon game

Draco x Weasley!Reader

Study Date

I’ll stick with tea, thanks

Harry Potter: in progress

Fred Weasley: in progress

George Weasley: in progress

Tom Riddle era:

Tom Riddle:

Fighting with Tom

The outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Sodapop x Pastel!Soc

Soda having a girlfriend who rollerskates everywhere

Alphabet with Sodapop

Dating Sodapop would include

Headcanon game

Seven Years Later

Job-Seeking

Falling For You

Dallas Winston:

First date with Dally

Dallas x Hood!Reader

Dally x cheery!soc

I think I love you

Dally x Chubby!Reader

Dating Dallas Would Include

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Ponyboy Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Family Reunion

First Dates

Two-Bit Mathews:

Overwhelmed

Two-Bit Dating a Tall person

Darry Curtis:

Dating Darry Curtis when you have a younger sister

Overwhelmed

You can’t yell at me I’m injured

Steve Randle:

Not Just a Kid

Overwhelmed

Johnny Cade:

Waking up to Johnny

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Overwhelmed

Dating Johnny Cade would include

Ohana

Reader getting hit on and Johnny helps

First Dates

[a7xlizardqueen]

Title: Your Knight in a Sweater Vest

Overall Rating: NC-17

Overall Warnings: Parental bullying, mentions of bulimia, nudity(?), drinking, partying, cursing, very slight mention of war and trauma, smut

Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: When you need help dealing with your rude and overbearing family, your best friend Steve Rogers comes to the rescue. Modern!AU - For @barnesrogersvstheworld  Writing Challenge Shot Through the Heart #shotthroughtheheart3k

Chapter: 2/10

Word Count: 1,361 words

Chapter Warnings: Parental bullying, mentions of bulimia

-X-X-X-

“Hey, honey, sorry I’m late.”

Good thing you didn’t have a drink, or you would have spit it all over your mother from the shock.

“Steve!” You smile, trying to act like you have a clue what’s going on.

He smiles and kisses your cheek, putting an arm around your waist.

“Again, Mrs. Skinner, it’s all my fault that Y/N didn’t tell you I was coming. I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it,” he puts his hand over his heart and gives her his most charming smile, “As soon as I found out I had the time I rushed over. What better way to surprise my girl?”

Your mother smiles, playing with the locket dangling against her neck. Her eyes are roaming over his chest and arms. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized how big Steve actually was. You always saw him around Bucky and Sam who were just as big into their daily workouts as Steve was. Seeing him now beside your ex he seemed massive.

Steve stood almost a foot taller, and his bicep was practically the same size as Percy’s head. His girlfriend was shamelessly ogling Steve as well. You grab Steve’s hand and excuse yourselves, making a beeline for the house, this time letting nothing stop you. He remains quiet as you search the liquor cabinet for the whiskey, pouring yourself a healthy shot and tipping the burning liquid down your throat.

“Surprise?” He smiles cheekily.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, okay? But I couldn’t stop thinking about you being here, fending for yourself. I wanted to help.”

“And you think pretending to be my boyfriend is going to help?”

“Maybe?”

“What happens when they ask you to come back to all the other family shindigs?”

“I’ll come to those, too. I just don’t want you to be alone.”

He’s giving you that look with the damn puppy eyes and you cave. That look is impossible to ignore.

“You’re too damn nice for your own good, Steve.”

“Thank you, Steve,” he mocks, “you’re very welcome, Y/N.”

You pour yourselves both large whiskeys before you return to the party. The second you step out onto the patio your sister is on you. She can smell attractive men like a wolf smells fear.

“Y/N, where have you been hiding him?” She smiles lecherously.

Steve smiles bashfully, “Under the bed, if you can believe it.”

You roll your eyes but play along.

“I just wanted to keep him all to myself for a while,” you smile, running your hands over his chest and stomach, watching as her eyes follow the movement.

You mingle amongst the crowd, waiting for dinner to be served. Again you are cornered by your stepfather’s business associate who asks the inevitable question.

“What do you do, Steve?”

“I’m a teacher,” Steve smiles fondly.

“Oh, wonderful! What’s your subject; philosophy, history?”

“Kindergarten.”

The smile falls from the man’s lips, “Ah.”

Thankfully the awkward tension is interrupted by the announcement of dinner. A place has been made by your side for Steve, across from Percy and his girlfriend. Great, this is going to be a lovely dinner.

Having Steve there makes you comfortable and you begin to load your plate up. Steve piles food on to his plate in great heaps, the man could eat like no one you’ve ever met. You should have been more careful, but Steve always had a very calming effect on you and you let your guard down. Your mother catches sight of your plate.

“My, gosh, Y/N, you aren’t planning on eating all that, are you?”

Your fork pauses over the plate and your skin prickles with anxiety.

“Really, Y/N, how do you ever expect to lose weight on a diet like that?”

Your tongue feels as if it has swollen and fallen down your throat, your heart beats loudly in your ears. You can’t even move your head to look up from your plate. If you look up and see Percy’s face you might crack.

“Nice to see some things never change, Y/N,” he says, smugness dripping from each syllable.

His voice causes your stomach to roll, and you can feel the contents trying to climb up your esophagus. Your body is trying to revert back to a coping mechanism you’d long since given up.

“Honestly, Y/N, I thought I raised you better than this. I didn’t want to say anything, but clearly you’ve let yourself go lately,” your mother is picking daintily at her own measly salad. "How did she lose all that weight when you were together Percy? You looked so good back then, darling."

The reminder of how you used to be is the last straw. Your chest grows heavy, and saliva builds on the back of your tongue. With a quick excuse you bolt from the table and try to walk as calmly as possible into the house. Once inside you race for the bathroom, reaching the toilet just as your stomach rolls, emptying itself of its already sparse contents.

Knuckles rap lightly on the door behind you. Of course he followed you. You never wanted Steve to know this about you. Guess you’re busted.

“How long has that been going on?” His voice is laced with a lowly simmering rage.

You wipe yourself off with toilet paper before facing him, already dreading the look of pity on his face. It doesn’t appear, there’s only a thick mask of rage and hatred blanketing his usually soft features.

“Answer me.”

“It hasn’t happened in a long time,” you admit in a quiet croak. “I started when I was in high school. My mother is very focused on appearance. I was never thin enough for her. It got to its worst when I was dating Percy. When we broke up, Bucky convinced me to go see his therapist. Hasn’t happened in 6 years.”

"Buck knows?" Steve's nostrils flare and he shakes his head.

"I begged him not to tell you. I didn't want you to think badly of me."

"But Bucky can?"

"It's different with Bucky. You know that."

Steve is quiet for a minute, arms crossed over his chest.

“My bike is outside. I want you to go wait for me there, I’ll be right out.”

“What do you mean? Where are we going?”

“We’re leaving. I’m not gonna let you sit here and get berated by your anorexic mother. There is nothing wrong with your body.”

Steve goes back down the hall, toward the back yard. The look on his face tells you he’s going into battle. You race after him.

“No, Steve, don’t go back out there!”

“I said, go wait out front.”

Steve steps out the back door, you hot on his heels. You grab at his massive bicep, but he’s on a mission, and nothing you do will stop him.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves, especially you,” Steve points at your mother. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with this woman. She is kind, and beautiful, and smart, and funny. It’s all of you who need to better yourselves. Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to make sure my girlfriend gets something to eat where she won’t be harassed. Don’t bother ever inviting us back here.”

You stare dumbfounded at all the shocked faces at the table. Steve whips around without hesitation, grabs your arm gently and leads you back through the house, out the front door and to his bike.

“You cabbed here?” He confirms.

You nod your head and a small black helmet appears before you. Steve is already straddling his bike, waiting for you to catch up. He races off as soon as your arms are secured around his stomach. You find yourself grinning in satisfaction, remembering the looks of utter shock on their faces. Your stomach does a different kind of flip. Tingles run up your arms as you notice how warm and hard Steve is. Your nose brushes against the back of his shirt and a wonderful smell reaches your senses. How come you never noticed how good Steve smells?

You must have had too much whiskey.

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Nobody knows

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Nle6sK

by imgroot_iamsteverogers

You're an Avenger, one of the good guys. Your life is supposed to be okay and it really is but there is that one thing noone (not even your father, Tony Stark, nor your boyfriend and best friend, Peter Parker and Loki, know about.) That's your eating disorder that you've kep so well hidden from everyone no matter in what a high tech full of professional spies facility you live in.

Words: 3202, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Avengers Team (MCU), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Avengers/reader, Loki/Reader, Tony Stark/Daughter!Reader

Additional Tags: peter parker/stark reader, peter parker/anorexic reader, tony stark x reader - Freeform, tony stark x daughter! reader, Irondad, peter parker x tony stark, avengers x reader - Freeform, Angst, a bit depressive probably, Also some fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Nle6sK

[andyl394]

REQUESTED - Sick

Request: Hi gorgeous! Can I have a Steve/Fem!Reader where she's his girlfriend he realises something is happening to her from small details(like...Skin and hair colour fading,a strange way to approach food.),and the little things grow to big things when she moves in with him (she's a lot skinnier than what seems healthy,faints constantly,never eats with him,hits gym more than necessary...) 'til he find out she's anorexic and decided to help her? But can you do it without the whole pity party angst?Without the"I'm ugly and I want to be beautiful"line that is in every F one of the stories with this theme,but with reader being a model(that's how they met)and living under pressure to be 'perfect' to the media and to Steve?I think of something in the lines of wanting to be in control and LOOK like she's in control of her life.You could end with him convincing her of finding help,no unrealistic accepting herself for him. Thanks, love. - @becaamm

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Anorexic!Reader

Word Count: 3,152

Warning: Fluff(?), Cursing, EATING DISORDERS TRIGGER WARNING, Angst. 

(A/N): FINALLY! RIGHT, BECA? I’m so sorry it took me this long, but since I’ve only had been on Steve’s side of the story, it was kind of hard for me to write this and I might (I did) have messed everything up, but oh well. BTW, EVERY INFORMATION AND ETC WAS TAKEN FROM INTERNET SO PARDON ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG OR UN-REAL

MASTERLIST

You started as a model when you were a teenager, it started with small jobs at local clothes shops until one day, you were able to make a name to yourself and be called to more important and big jobs.

It was in one of those ‘big jobs’ – your first one, actually – that you met him, Steve Rogers.

You were a model at Stark’s new line of clothes, he decided to start it, since – in his own words – he was bored of designing and making almost the same things, besides, of course, the fact that all the money gathered was going to charity.

Being the awkward person you were, you stood on the corners of the afterwards party, trying to avoid all the drunk people in there and just chill after having to walk on gigantic high heels and weird clothes. But being a model did have its down sides, one of them being that just because you were a ‘public figure’ people thought they had the right to touch you without your consent.

That was when your knight in shining armor – or black tuxedo – went to rescue you from some jerk, his hands wrapping your waist while glaring at the idiot you had been trying to push away from you.

“Is he bothering you, love?” The men didn’t took long to realize that the blond was Captain America, and surely he didn’t want to mess with a hero, so he just backed away. “Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked, standing in front of you with concerned eyes.

You sighed in relief when you smiled at Steve, nodding with your head and extending your hand in front of you.

“Call me Y/N. How can I pay you for helping me with that idiot?” Steve smiled down at you and from that moment, you knew.

You were going to love that man forever.

“Babe, you’re going already?” Steve whined, watching you move around the apartment you two shared with your cellphone in one hand and a cup of sugarless tea in the other while searching for the keys of your car.

“Sorry, love. Mark scheduled a meeting with that magazine we were talking about, they want a new face for the brand of clothes coming out and apparently, I’m perfect for the job.”

“But you haven’t eaten your breakfast yet.” He mumbled; a little upset that you were skipping the meals once again.

Stopping on your track, you turned to him, your face soften at the sight of his pout.

You couldn’t blame him for worrying about you, even though your mind screamed that he didn’t have to, since you had everything under absolute control.

“I promise I’ll eat something on the way there and that I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Wrapping your arms around his neck after putting down the tea, you kissed him softly, feeling his hands on your lower back, pulling you even closer to him.

Even with your promise, that horrible feeling didn’t leave his chest.

You two had been together for 6 years now, you supported each other no matter what.

He supported you also wanting to start a career as an actress.

You supported him wanting to quit the Avengers and only wanting to be a normal guy.

Steve would be at home, taking care of everything with the puppies, sometimes hanging out with the Avengers, learning new things, while you were at work or travelling.

Occasionally he would still attend to some missions at the Avengers, when it was something that threatened the world, countries or universe(s).

“But I have to go now, I love you, okay?” He smiled, nodding with his head and kissing you once more. “Bye, Steve. Bye, Bucky!” Yelling, you heard a muffled ‘bye’ at one of the rooms, making you giggle and run to the exit after Steve handing you the keys – they were in the fridge, next to the milk –, you patted your dogs and got out of the apartment.

Steve stood in his place for some minutes until Bucky took a sit in the kitchen’s counter.

“Is she alright?” He asked quietly, taking a sip of the coffee that Steve placed in front of him, turning to the oven to cook a mountain of eggs and bacon.

“I don’t know… She seems skinnier than it should be healthy.” Frowning his brows, he tried to remember a week were you ate with him.

Steve would always see you taking those damn teas the hated so much, but he couldn’t have a say on how you lived your life.

That was the number one topic that caused arguing, since you would always say that just because he was ‘Mr. Perfect’ that didn’t meant that he should try to turn you into one too.

“I heard her throwing up last night.” Bucky commented, looking at the pictures that were hanging in the wall of you and his best friend. “I don’t know, pal. There is something going on with her.” Steve nodded with his head, settling the food down on the kitchen’s island.

“I know… She’s just… I just feel so powerless. I know that there’s something wrong, but I feel like I can’t do nothing about it! She always kisses me good morning but I feel her drafting away from me. She’s always anxious, tired and even a little bit paranoid…”

“Not talking about her looks, also.” Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky, watching him eat his food as if he just hadn’t insulted you.

“What was that supposed to mean?” He looked up, swallowing quick before denying with his head.

“Not what you were thinking! I’m just talking about her looking more pale and that her hair is falling a lot.”

“I know… Any idea of what she might have?” Steve went pale, euphoria filling his chest “You think she’s pregnant?” Bucky chuckled, denying with his head

“I’m pretty sure that when a dame gets pregnant, those things don’t happen.” The two of them stood in silence until Steve grabbed his phone and called the person he knew would know what was wrong with his girl.

“Say that again?” Natasha sighed, taking a sit in front of both men. They seemed unaware of what she was talking about.

“Anorexic. Y/N is Anorexic. It doesn’t surprises me, since she’s dating Captain America and her career is based on her looks.” Steve frowned his brows at the commentary; he didn’t understand what she was saying. “That explains all of the things you two described. She needs help, Steve.”

“But she’s so good in separating what is good and what is bad, how does she still do that when it’s clear that it is affecting her life?”

“Sometimes they don’t know, Bucky. It’s not something you choose to do, it happens. The pressure to be perfect to the media, all of everything she has to endure for being Steve’s long-term girlfriend-”

“How is that my fault?” Natasha’s speech was cutted by Steve’s harsh hiss.

“It’s not. The fault is on your public image. For god’s sake! She’s almost marrying The Captain America, you don’t read gossip sites and magazines, do you? Even though you are the center, everything goes to her. How she looks, how she should react, say, act. Everything is on Y/N.”

“I don’t understand, Nat… Why?”

“Because we live in a misogynic and sexist shitty world, Cap.”

“Okay, uh… How do I help her?” Natasha denied with her head.

“You don’t do anything. She needs professional help, the only thing you have to do is to stay by her side and convince her that she needs help.”

“Natasha?” You called her as you entered your apartment and saw her getting up. “Hey! How are you doing?” Putting down the new clothes that were handed to you as a gift, you smiled tiredly at her.

“I’m good, I actually came to get Bucky on a lunch-date, didn’t I, sweet cheeks?” Laughing lightly at your friend’s blushed cheeks, you saw him head out with Natasha. “See you around, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but to feel a bad tickle on your stomach with her gaze, as if she knew something that you didn’t.

But, well, she was the Black Widow, anyway.

“Well, I see that they are finally admitting the feeling they have for each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” You looked up at Steve, noticing his tense figure as you took off the things you needed from your bag.

“What’s up with that face?” Chuckling nervously, you got closer to him, raising one hand to touch his face, stroking the middle of his frowning brows.

“We need to talk.” You gulped loudly at his mumble, nodding with your head and following him to the couch, your heart pounding like crazy with the horrible thoughts running through your mind. “You need to know, is not-”

“Oh my god, you’re breaking up with me?!” Steve frowned his brows at your yell before laughing loudly, your scared face stopping him.

“Of course not, I would never. I love you too much to do it… That’s the reason I want to have this conversation.” Sighing in relief, you kept quiet, awaiting for him to start whatever he wanted to talk. “I noticed some… Somethings about you in these lasts years we are together; I could never put a finger in what exactly was until I talked with Natasha, today.”

“Okay… And what is it?” Staring at you, he took a deep breath before saying with caution:

“You’re sick.” It was now your time to stare at him, was it something you didn’t notice?

“Uhm… I’m not? Because I’m actually feeling ok… Do you think I have some kind of disease?”

“Yeah, anorexia, babe.” Steve was expecting everything.

He was expecting for you to cry, to hit him, yell at him, run away, but he definitely wasn’t expecting for you to laugh.

“It’s not anorexia, you silly! I just have a balanced meal.” He was shocked, were you serious?

“It’s not a balanced meal if there is no meal at all, Y/N!” Scoffing, you got up, starting to walk around the space.

“You’re doing that thing again, you know. That one where you think you have any source of control over how I live my life.” Steve groaned, just because he expected the argue didn’t make it any less distasteful.

“You know is not like that, Nat told me-”

“Nat, Nat, Nat. Yeah, Captain, keep talking about how you hear from other people that I’m sick. Go on, continue.”

“Y/N! It’s a disease! You not even knowing that there is something wrong with you, shows that there is!” You stopped on your track to glare at him, those words painfully sinking in.

Steve thinks that there’s something wrong with you.

“So, what is wrong with me, huh? I’m not perfect enough for The Captain America, here? Is that what you’re saying, Rogers? You’re trying to tell me that every effort I make to go through the day is not enough for you?”  

“You know I didn’t say that.” He sighed, rubbing his face and trying to ease the headache that always appeared when you two had a discussion.

“Do I?” The challenge was there, something you would always do when you wanted to change the focus and subject.

“I’m not doing this with you, Y/N.” Steve got slowly close to you, afraid you would run away, you sighed when he caressed your cheek. “I care about you, you are beautiful the way you are, there is no need to go through this just to try to reach an un-existing point of perfection.” And the anger was back on you, backing away and feeling your eyes burn in tears of frustration, you laughed humorless.

“You think I skip eating breakfast with the men I love more than anything, because I want to be prettier?!” Kicking the couch to release more the bad feeling, you turned your back at him, continuing to yell: “I don’t drink that tasteless fucking tea to be skinny, you little fuck!”

“Then why?!” He finally screamed; Steve himself was feeling frustrated, seeing you breakdown and release all the pain you’ve been carrying for so long.

“I DON’T KNOW!” You took a deep breath, the sudden feeling of dizziness making you stumble back.

The floor seemed to be turning; you started to shiver when your mouth went dry. Before you could fall directly into the floor, Steve was there, catching you with a worried and desperate look in his eyes.

It was the last thing you saw before everything went black.

Great.

“She’s out of risk, but she’ll sleep for a while. Don’t worry, Steve.” You could distinct some voices, when you heard Bruce’s voice, you realized that you were at the Avengers’ tower, probably in the nursery. The one you spent a lot of time waiting for Steve to get better when he was back from missions.

With that thought, you draft back to sleep; you were so tired that you weren’t even able to groan at Steve to “get his cute little ass over there and hold your damn hand”, but as if he could hear your thoughts, he got a hold on your hand and kissed your fingers lovingly.

“I love you, my little stubborn.” The ends of your lips curled upwards into an involuntary reaction at his words, making him chuckle lightly and kiss your knuckles once again.

You woke up hours later; Steve had his head lying next to your hip and his fingers were tangled into yours, the smile coming out of you as you caressed his hair, bringing his hand to your lips.

“I love you, my little Mr. Perfect.” He plopped his head up, yawning and stretching before grabbing the control with a red button that warned one of the nurses that you were awake.

“How are you feeling?” Your boyfriend asked after sitting by your side, hugging you and swinging gently to one side to another.

“Like someone who fainted…” He laughed at your mumble, denying with his head and kissing your hair.

 There was some minutes of silence; you noticed that he didn’t press the button yet, so you waited for him to talk.

“You know I love you, and yeah, I might go all ‘Captain’ on you, sometimes… So I’m asking now as your almost-fiancé, why?”

“Almost?” You cocked your brow at him, causing him to giggle.

“Y/N, answer, please.”

“I don’t know, love.” Sighing, you rested your head on his chest, adjusting yourself so you could be lied on your side “Maybe to have control of something… I can’t control what people say or think of me, I can’t control my chances of rejections, I can’t even control myself! But what I eat, how I looked… I thought I could control that, but apparently, I was wrong.” When the tears ran down your cheeks, you huffed in annoyance before wiping them angrily “Look at this, I can’t even control my damn lacrimal ducts.”

“Nobody can, life.” Sighing once again, you felt him pep kisses along your forehead and hair.

“Did you talk to Bruce, yet?”

“I want this to be a choice of yours.” Staring into his blue and sincere eyes, you cracked a smile, leaning forward to kiss him, trying to send all the love you had into that one kiss.

“I love you so fucking much, Steve Rogers.”

“I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, STEVE ROGERS!” You screamed at your husband, his face was pale and he simply yelled back, too scared to be able to form any phrase. “IF YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN, I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Hey, hey, breathe in, breathe out.” Bruce asked calmly, making you groan in pain at him.

“Easy said than done! You’re not the one that is having a fucking small human being squeezed out of your vagina, Bruce!” He chuckled, denying with his head.

“I was talking to Steve. You’re going to faint, Captain.”

“Gimme’ your fucking hand, Steve.” Growling, you reached to the men of your life, wanting support and he was quick to give it to you.

“C’mon, love, let me have my little princess.” It was more than 5 hours in labor, but your little girl finally came out of you, and seeing your husband with teary eyes and a tiny little thing wrapped in a blanked on his big arms, you told yourself that it was worth all the pain.

It had made 3 years ever since you started your fight against anorexia, it was hard at the start, but Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Bruce and Wanda were there to help you go through everything, and some months later, you finally asked Steve to marry you. After two years of paradise, you thought it was finally time to move even more forward after you were finally ‘cured’.

You gave a little stop on the modeling and focused more on acting and recuperating yourself, Steve was some years away from finishing his law school and you would always tease him that ‘he left the justice, but the justice didn’t left him’.

Obviously, you supported his decision of getting a degree, especially because you knew it was something he loved.

“What’s your name, huh, my love?” Steve moved closer to you while talking, placing your beautiful daughter into your arms.

“Her name is Peggy.” He looked shocked at your direction, but you had your eyes on little Peggy.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Smiling widely at him, you grabbed his hand, kissing his ring.

“She was an important part of your life, Steve. Your first love, an incredible and badass women that went through tough things to prove her point in a world where the men ruled. She deserves at least this, doesn’t she?” The tears ran down Steve’s cheeks as he kissed you.

“Wow, easy there, tiger! You just had one baby, wait a little bit before having another.” The moment was broken by all the Avengers entering the room; you laughed at Bucky’s comment.

“Shut up and come meet your niece and goddaughter, dummy.”  He smiled widely, eyes shinning as he ran next to the bed, not controlling a squeal when he saw your baby.

“She’s so tiny! Nat, look at it!” Natasha laughed at her boyfriend behavior.

“It, Bucky?”

“That’s right, Godmother, put that dumbass on his place!” You laughed, her eyes snapped at you in surprise and Natasha cracked a smile, slowly getting closer to the baby on Bucky’s arms, getting her so gently and lovingly that you swore you heard your baby girl sigh.

“We get the next one!” Sam and Wanda said at the same, making you look at them terrified.

“There will be another one?!” Steve chuckled, kissing your forehead, sighing in content and happiness as he watched all the Avengers cooing over your daughter.

“Thank you, life.”

“No, thank you.” 

Condemn to a forever tagging: @fangirlandnerd @tommys-girl1980 @myplaceofthingsilove

[mrs-bucky-barnes106]

ahh this has been in my drafts since july i think. the ending is kinda bad so please lmk if you have ideas to make it better <3

Nothing New

pairing: bucky x anorexic!reader

a/n: this is a lil...delicate. don't read if you know it'll trigger you. it's meant to be a hurt comfort fic to help those of you who struggle with an ed.

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"Alrighty! Here we are, doll," Bucky boomed as he slid onto the couch next to you with an open jar of peanut butter in hand with two spoons stuck inside. He pointed into it and explained, "So we've got the Quest Double Chocolate Chunk protein bar broken up and mixed in with the Jiffy's-"

"It's just Jif's, Buck!" you giggled.

He frowned down at you pretending to be upset at your interruption, only causing you to giggle even harder. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," he brought his face within inches of yours, frowning deeply, causing you to burst into laughter and swat him away. He pulled you into his side before finishing, "We have the Jiffy's," he shot you a warning look, daring you to correct him. "And we have the Double Chocolate Chunk. Now the only question is: how fast are we gonna finish this? I'd say we give it half an episode of Friends, just to be safe. What do you think, doll?"

You stared down at the monstrosity in his hands, an acute sense of panic suddenly taking over your body. You couldn't do it. You had already eaten so much today. How could you make your beautiful, loving boyfriend understand that you couldn't eat anymore for the day? Sure, you were still slightly hungry, but you got used to that feeling long ago. You swallowed and flashed him an awkward smile, hoping he wouldn't notice your evident discomfort.

"Um, as appealing as that sounds," you started, "I just...I don't think I have the room." You patted your belly, hoping it was a convincing show. How could Bucky think you could even eat a bite of something so calorific? You were so bloated at the end of every day. You couldn't afford dessert ever again.

When Bucky gave you a skeptical look, you rushed to add, "Well, you know, I just ate a lot today, so I'm not really hungry..."

"Doll, we had salads before this so that we could make sure we had room for this," Bucky had let go of your waist and set the PB jar down on the coffee table, and was now turned to the side to face you. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye lest your facade crumble, so you remained facing the television and drew your knees up to hug them to your chest.

"Yeah, but I had a lot to eat for lunch and stuff," you faltered, hoping that he would just drop it. You didn't want this night to end in a fight. It was so rare that you and Bucky got to spend time at home, just watching TV like a normal couple these days. You were always dragged away on separate missions, so your few days together were precious, and the last thing you wanted to do was squander them away because you couldn't bring yourself to eat a stupid jar of peanut butter.

Bucky seemed to get the hint but still looked concerned. Voice soft, he said, "That's fine, doll, we can just have it another day." You sensed the disappointment in his voice and instantly regretted hurting his feelings. But nothing could stop you from becoming skinnier, and if that meant saying no to Bucky's weird concoctions, then so be it.

It's just temporary, you reminded yourself. As soon as I shed a few pounds, I can go back to eating whatever I want. I've got it under control.

Bucky came back into the living room after putting the jar away, giving you a heavy smile. "I brought popcorn! Don't tell me you can't have that either?"

Popcorn was safe. Not a lot of calories, and you could eat a lot before you felt full. "Ugh, perfect!" You reached for the bowl with grabby hands.

He passed it to you with a warm smile then picked you up to your surprise before sitting down in the same spot with you in his lap. He put his arms around you in a bear hug that just felt safe before extending his legs out to rest his feet on the coffee table. Normally, you would've whacked his legs and admonished him about putting his smelly socks on the same surface as your food, but today you just relented. The ambience felt too cozy to be disturbed by silly little complaints. You snuggled into his chest, his scruff tickling the top of your forehead. You could get used to this position, you thought as your lashes fluttered. You felt Bucky lean forward to grab the remote and play the Friends episode. You reached down to stuff some popcorn into your mouth before leaning back into Bucky's chest.

You slowly drifted off while still in his lap and felt yourself being carried into your shared bedroom at some point. Although you were aware of it, you were too tired to wake up and remind Bucky that you didn't need to be carried to bed like a little kid. So, you just let him.

Bucky set you down on your side of the bed, covered you in your favorite fuzzy throw blanket, and smoothed the pillows under your head. He kissed your forehead and smiled down at you. You looked so peaceful like this.

When you were awake, you were constantly stressed about something or the other. Usually, it was something to do with work and the next mission you had to go on. That kind of stress was healthy because it allowed you to do your job properly and kept you alive on dangerous missions.

But recently, he had noticed how you stressed out about food. He didn't exactly understand it, but then again he wasn't sure it was supposed to make sense. When he had looked it up, he had gotten alarming results that indicated you might have an eating disorder. When he dug deeper, he realized that there were many different types of eating disorders, and that it wasn't always clear-cut with definable signs and symptoms. While he clearly had no experience in the vicinity and could by no means diagnose you, he had an inkling that something was up. You definitely didn't interact with food normally, and it worried him.

He had never thought about food for longer than the amount of time it took to prepare and consume it. He didn't understand why you were so worried about it. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman alive, and you didn't need to change your body. You could eat an elephant and he would still think of you as gorgeous. Bodies were just that, they didn't determine who you were as a person.

As he climbed into bed and pulled your sleeping frame into his chest, he made a silent vow to himself to tell you how beautiful you looked and to make sure you always ate. The last thing he needed was for his beautiful doll to harm herself because she didn't feel pretty.

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The next morning, Bucky woke up in an empty bed. Aw, man, you already left, he chided himself for not feeling you slipping out of his arms earlier. You had probably gone on a run or to the training room. You and Bucky liked to train together when you could and make a date out of it. But lately, you always seemed to push him away to train alone. He wondered why that was...

Groaning softly, he climbed out of bed and lumbered over to your walk-in closet to throw on a black T-shirt and shorts. After quickly brushing his teeth (he knew you hated it when he waited until after he ate breakfast), Bucky made his way down to the gym.

Sure enough, he found you there on the treadmill in your favorite running outfit, sweat glistening on your toned muscles. Your legs pounded on the treadmill and your breathing was erratic as you performed your sprints.

He didn't want to give you a jump-scare since that would very likely spike your heart rate which had to be quite high already, so he opted to slowly walk up behind you, calling out, "Good morning, doll!"

You didn't seem to hear him over your thundering footsteps and the heavy metal that was no doubt blaring through your headphones. He decided to risk it and walk into your peripheral vision. The treadmill you were on faced a window, not a mirror, which didn't exactly help his situation. He waved and offered you a wide smile, "Hey doll!"

"Hey...Bucky...," you panted hard, trying to control your breathing in front of him. You couldn't stop yet, you had only run 7 miles so far. You had only been running for 45 minutes, what was a few more? Your goal was to hit 10 miles before you moved on to weight-training.

A bead of sweat rolled down your neck which didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. He found it quite attractive that you liked to work and train hard. However, he did worry in light of new revelations. His research into eating disorders had revealed that along with restriction of food, people often over-trained and physically over-exerted themselves in hopes of changing the way they looked.

"Looking good, doll! Gosh, I just woke up, and you've already run 7 miles! That's my girl," he tried to high-five you, but you missed. The momentum sent your feet flying backwards, and you would've faceplanted on the edge of the treadmill if Bucky hadn't acted quickly and grabbed your waist, pulling you safely off the treadmill.

"I'm so sorry, doll! Are you okay?" he set you down and brought both hands up to your face. His eyes were wide with concern as they raked over your features to discern whether you were in pain.

"I'm fine," you tried pushing him away, but your efforts were weaker than you'd hoped. "I need to keep going." But at this point, you could barely stand seeing as you were clinging onto Bucky's forearms for support.

"I...I gotta finish," you mumbled, trying to amble over to the treadmill that was still running, tripping over your feet in the process. You didn't know how you would start up again. The only thing that had kept you going before was your momentum. Now that it was gone, you felt as if you could never walk again. Your hamstrings were on fire, and you couldn't even feel your calves.

Dark spots clouded your vision, and you felt your body going slack in Bucky's arms. Your limbs felt leaden with exhaustion, and all you wanted was to fall asleep. That last thing you remembered was the warmth of Bucky's chest, his heartbeat erratic against your cheek as he swept your limp form into his arms. "Doll! Doll, stay with me! Stay with me, honey, I'm right here, and you're gonna be okay!"

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You woke up in the cold, hostile hospital room.

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"Do you know why you feel that way?"

You swallowed and steeled your mind, focusing your eyes on Bucky's cool metal hand wrapped in both of yours, willing yourself not to cry as you responded, "I...I don't know, I can't explain it super well, but um...I-there's like this voice in my head telling me that I can never have too much. I can never...eat too much because then I'll...I don't know, it's just like a rule that my mind made up for me and I don't know why I'm so weird and why I just can't be normal and eat like a normal person and not obsess over it.... It's never enough" You shook your head, finally dissolved into the tears you had been holding in for months now. Bucky must have expected you to start crying because he skipped the tissues and went straight to pulling you into his arms, right off the hospital bed and into his lap like you were a child. You felt like one in that moment anyway, quivering in his arms and sobbing a year's worth of tears into the leather jacket sleeve on his shoulder.

"Food is fuel, baby girl," he said softly, his puppy dog eyes roaming over your face as he tried to convey to you the knowledge that you were perfect to him. He adored everything about you, and it saddened him to no end that you hated your body. "I love you. I can't even begin to understand how hard this must be for you, and I'm not going to pretend I will anytime soon. But you can be damn sure that I'll try and be here for you every single day because it's the least I can do."

Your eyes welled again, and you tackled him in a hug again. He gladly pulled you in, reciprocating your embrace fully.

Pulling back, you wiped your fallen tears and cleared your throat. "You know, it's nothing new. I know it's sad, but this is what I think about."

In response, Bucky pulled you in tighter, holding you so tenderly that the gentleness and sheer love in his embrace alone made you want to bawl your eyes out.

He spoke softly, his words muffled into your shoulder, "Honey, I will be here with you on every step of your recovery. Don't you ever think you'll be alone in this, not even for a minute. I can't lose you. It'll kill me. So please tell me what I can do. Even if you just wanna talk, we can do whatever. But I'm always here for you."

"Thank you," you mumbled, swallowing back thick tears.

"Please talk to me, okay?" he pulled back slightly, bringing his flesh hand up to tuck some fallen strands of hair behind your ear. You nodded, and your eyes darted down to his lips. He seemed to understand your need to be near him, so he kissed you, delicately at first, pulling back to lock his eyes on yours and check if it was okay. In response, you pulled him by the collar, back onto your lips where he belonged. You moaned against him, breathless in your desire, but unwilling to let him go. Being in a life or death situation did that to you.

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[winter-soldier-vibes]

She’d rather be beautiful than alive (Avengers x Anorexic reader)

She'd rather be beautiful than alive

Based loosely on the song Deadly Beauty by Alexa Shea

Avengers x anorexic reader

Word count: 2070

Warnings: anorexia, purging, over exercise, depression

Summary: Reader has a serious eating disorder and the team decides to hold an intervention.

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Nobody saw it coming. No one needed to. 

You were always so….well, you. Badass fighter, wouldn’t take no for an answer, life-loving Y/N! There was never any reason for anyone to worry about you. But little did they know

You had a secret. 

You had just gotten out of a serious relationship. You had loved him, but apparently he didn’t  anymore. No, you had found out he had been cheating on you. Someone who was prettier than you, skinnier than you. And that was a few weeks ago. You never stopped loving him, and you’d do anything to get him back. 

The team knew that breakup was pretty rough for you, but you hid how torn apart you were. You didn’t want them to worry about you or think that you were being stupid for feeling so broken because of him. 

It started out small. You began skipping Cap’s training sessions, claiming you were tired, but in reality you couldn’t sleep. You made it up later in the day, spending hours on the cardio machines or punching away all of your feelings. You stopped eating. You couldn’t...no, you wouldn’t. After seeing him with that skinny girl? No way. But when the team all got together for meals, you would participate so no one would get suspicious. Afterwards, you would go to your room and put on some music before going into your bathroom to get rid of the little you had eaten.

You were convinced that if you were perfect you could get him back. But what you didn’t realize was that you were already beautiful. And because you didn’t know this, you were destroying yourself in the pursuit of perfection. And you told yourself “I’d rather be beautiful than alive.”

This went on for a few months. Your clothes became baggier, you became more withdrawn and anxious, and you were obviously getting thinner. At first the team had pegged it on the breakup, thinking it would be a phase and that you would get over it. Plus, you were eating around them, so they weren’t too concerned. But the longer this went on and the more weight you lost, the more concerned the team became. 

They tried to approach you about it, but you would just wave them off or change the subject. You didn’t want anyone to stop you from becoming perfect. You were losing significant amounts of weight and along with it, your strength. You were spending more and more time in your room, too afraid of the conversations the team was trying to have with you.

The team decided to take the time to have a meeting to discuss what was going on. They were all worried about you and wanted to figure out the best way to move forward.

They all gathered in the living area in silence for a few minutes, no one really knowing how to start. Most of them were sitting, but Steve stood, not feeling able to sit. They were all really worried about you and your health. They knew it had been a hard time for you recently, but things were getting out of hand.

“So what do we know right now?” Tony started.

Steve sighed and leaned against his hands on the back of his chair. “She stopped coming to training sessions a few months ago. But later on in the day I’ll find her in the gym. I don’t really think anything of it but sometimes I’ll walk by hours later and she’s still on the same machine. She’s lost a lot of strength and she’s lost a lot of weight. I mean, I know she eats with us but I don’t understand how she’s gotten so thin.”

Bucky entered the conversation, adding “I’m not so sure she’s sleeping anymore either. She always seems so exhausted.”

“But is that exhaustion from lack of sleep or lack of food?” Nat asked. Everyone turned to look at her with confusion. “Oh come on, I mean, yeah, she eats with us, but like...once every few days? Has anyone seen her outside of that?””

The team dropped their heads, trying to think of the last time they had seen you eat outside of the team meals only to realize they hadn’t seen you period outside of team meals. 

The team fell silent again after a few solemn shakes of their head. After a few minutes, Bruce said, “I think I know what’s going on.”

“She barely eats anymore, she goes to the gym for hours at a time, she’s withdrawing, she’s lost significant amounts of weight, hiding in her room, not sleeping…” He looks up to see everyone staring at him. “Guys, I think she’s anorexic.”

At first people started to protest, but then realised that it made a lot of sense. They fell silent again, until Steve asked “When did this even start? Why would she hurt herself like this?”

After thinking for a moment, Bucky said “Her boyfriend.” He looked up to meet the eyes of the rest of the team. “After they broke up, she started distancing herself from us. Stopped eating, upped the workouts… God how did we not see this sooner?”

Knowing he was right, they all began to have different reactions.

Tony was angry. He didn’t understand why you would do this over some asshole. Bruce was concerned, a little more so than everyone else due to his medical background. Sam, Steve and Bucky were ready to go kill your ex out of pure rage. And Wanda and Natasha were already trying to think of ways to help you, you were like a sister to them. But underneath all of this, everyone had a similar feeling - they all blamed themselves.

For not noticing sooner. Hell, for not doing something sooner. They let you brush them off, they would watch you overwork yourself, they watched you dwindle down to nothing - they let you slowly kiil yourself. 

“So what do we do now?” Steve broke the silence. 

Everyone looked at Bruce, figuring he would know since he knew the most about Anorexia. He paused for a minute before stating “Well, we should probably set up some sort of intervention. She needs to know we care. But…” he shakes his head before continuing “She’s not going to be very open to it. She’s probably going to get really defensive about it and deny it to some extent. But there’s no telling how it’s going to go.”

“So when should we do it?” Steve asks

“When should we do what?”

Everyone whipped around at the sound of your voice to see you standing at the entrance of the living space. No one had heard you walking in. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Bruce spoke. Can you come sit down?”

You wanted to say no, as you had been on your way to the gym. But you had picked up on the serious tone in the room, and nodded your head, sitting in the chair that Steve was standing behind. He walked around to the other side of the room and looked at you. “Are you okay Y/N?”

No, you did NOT want to have this conversation. You weren’t done yet and you knew they would just stop you. You needed to be perfect and you weren’t there yet. “Yeah, I’m fine. That's it?”

“Y/N, no you’re not. Don’t lie to us.”

“Tony!”

“What he means,” Bruce interrupted, more gently, “is that we’re worried about you.”

You looked at him and attempted (and failed) a smile. “Why would you be worried about me?”

Bruce sighed before continuing. “Y/N, you’re not eating. You’re extremely thin. You work out way too much every day. You’re withdrawing, you’re tired… what’s going on?”

“:No I’m not!” you exclaim, standing up. You ignore the black invading your vision. “Look, I appreciate the concern and all, really. But I assure you, I am fine. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to go.” You begin to make your way to the door you came in, but Bruce nodded at Steve who then stood in front of the doorway.

“Steve, please get out of my way.” you said while averting your gaze. If you made eye contact surely he would know something was up.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that Y/N.” he said gently. 

“Steve, please -”

“Y/N, I’m sorry but you’re not going anywhere until you talk about this.”

At that moment you felt extremely trapped. You were panicking. If you didn’t get out of sight soon you would break down in front of everyone. You weren’t ready for that. So you showed an emotion that was much more comfortable: Anger.

“Steve, seriously, just move the fuck out of my way.” You attempted to push him, but to no avail. You kept trying, but because he was Steve and you being so weak, nothing happened. You kept pushing until Steve grabbed your wrists and your anger began to melt into anguish. “I’m not perfect yet.”

This took him by surprise, and he looked to everyone else in the room. No one else had heard what you had said. He led you back to the chair, tears beginning to brim your eyes as you kept your head down. Steve took a deep breath before asking “What do you mean you’re not perfect Y/N?”

Your tears began spilling over, and you shook your head. “It’s not going to make any sense to you guys. Just forget it…”

“Y/N, whatever it is, we just want to help. What’s this about?” Bruce said.

You put your head in your hands, trying to hide the shame and panic in your features. You started, “I just...I thought… if I….then maybe…” you sighed, and pulled at your hair for a second, tying to ground yourself. After a few seconds you closed your eyes and tried again. “When I broke up with (name of ex or someone you want attention from), it was because he was cheating on me. He was seeing someone who was just...better than me. God this sounds so stupid...sorry… I just thought that if I was better then maybe…  maybe he’d come back. At least that’s how it started. Now… I mean I want to stop sometimes, it’s just… I just feel like I’m too far gone. I’m sorry…” 

By this point you were shaking and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at the rest of the team. You felt panic setting in now that everything was out and you just wanted to get out of the room, away from watching eyes. You tried to get up and leave again, but this time it was Bucky who stopped you. He had been sitting right next to you and grabbed your wrist, standing up with you. You tried to wrestle your arm free, but he just encased you in a hug. You fought for a few seconds but then gave way, crying into his shoulder. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bucky asked you

You stepped back and sat back down. “I didn’t know what to say. I thought...I just don’t know how to stop.”

“Just let us help you. Please, Y/N, we want to help you.” Bruce offered.

“I can’t stop…”

“Yes you can, Y/N. you mean so much to everyone on this team. You are amazing, forget whatever he made you feel.” Steve began. “I’m sorry we didn’t say something sooner.” you saw the rest of the team nod their heads. In response you shook yours. “I never thought that it would go this far.”

“Hey,” you looked at Bucky sitting next to you. “It’s not your fault. You’re trying your best with what you were given. It’s okay. And it’s going to be okay even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.”

You looked down. “Thank you guys. I’m sorry for all of this.”

Sam finally spoke up. “No sweat, kid. Now, remind us of this dude’s name.”

You looked at him puzzled. “Why?” 

“Because I think it’s time the Avengers pay Mr. Son of a Bitch a visit.”

You laughed and looked up at the rest of them. “I really do love you guys.”

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Running on empty (Bucky x reader)

Running on empty

Bucky x anorexic reader

Word count: 1810

Warnings: lots of eating disorder talk/behaviors, self hatred

Summary: Reader relapses in their eating disorder, and the team has a bad feeling about what’s going on. Once they figure it out, Bucky comes to find you

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When you were younger you were always an overweight kid. And everyone made sure you knew that they knew. Your peers always made fun of you for being fat. Your family always talked about weight loss techniques, some even going so far as surgeries. And your doctor was the worst… they would always make you feel guilty about it. You would go in for an injury and she would blame your weight, saying you’d be the youngest person they’d ever seen to have organ failure due to their weight. 

You didn’t let it bother you for the longest time. You somehow found a way to be confident in yourself, keep your head up, and not let the comments get to you. Your parents claimed they didn't have to worry about you because you were the most confident person they knew.

But one day it all caught up to you.

You were transitioning into college and you were feeling really stressed. Years of emotional torment were really taking their toll on you, and as much as you put on the same brave face for everyone, you weren’t fooling yourself anymore. You absolutely hate your appearance. And so, you decided to start dieting and exercising.

3 months in and you stopped eating almost entirely

4 months in and people started to notice

9 months in and you were hospitalized with a feeding tube because you were dangerously underweight.

Years later and you were still dancing between the hospital and the real world, unable to stop the addiction you had with starving yourself.

Eventually, you had gotten it under control and went into remission. You went on to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and got to work with the Avengers often. You had advanced knowledge that proved useful to the team on missions so you often trained with them and accompanied them on missions. You were closer with them than you were with your actual family. You felt pretty happy.

Until you didn’t

You had noticed little flare ups here and there. If a mission didn’t go well you would find yourself training in the gym for hours at a time or fasting for a day or two. After one of Tony’s extravagant parties you often found yourself drinking so much that you would vomit or doing it yourself. And just looking at Natasha could cause you to tear up because you felt inadequate. 

It bothered you, it really did. You kept telling yourself that it was fine and it was normal to do these things, but you knew deep down that it wasn’t. But you just kept trying to be your normal self. 

But one day a flip just switched.

What the trigger was, you weren’t quite sure. Maybe it was just some jealousy over Natasha again. Maybe it was a mission gone wrong. Or maybe you had just stared at yourself for a little too long in the mirror getting ready, but you decided you’d had enough. You didn’t eat that day, and by the time you went to bed you knew that this wasn’t a one day type of thing. But you also knew that you would feel better if you lost a few pounds.

Over the next few days, you made excuses to miss meals with the team, claiming you had some work or training to do, or that you had already eaten. And sure, you’d get a few cocked eyebrows but they’d drop it pretty quickly. After a few weeks though, everyone started getting concerned for you.

“Does she, like, not want to be around us anymore?” Sam asked

“I don’t know what’s been going on, but (Y/N) has been acting so distant for the past few weeks. I don’t like it” Steve said, worry etched on his face. 

The team kept sharing their concerns, but Bucky stared off, wheels turning in his head trying to piece things together.

“When was the last time we saw her eat?” he asked quietly, almost to himself. 

Everyone fell silent, hearing him speak but not knowing what he said. “What did you say Buck?” Steve questioned

“Bucky looked around the table at his friends. “She always disappears around meals and I haven't actually seen her eat since before she became so distant. When was the last time anyone saw her eat?”

Everyone looked down, trying to figure it out. Realizing they all had the same answer, they began showing different knee jerk emotions. 

Tony was baffled

Peter, Thor, and Natasha were confused

Sam and Clint were saddened

Steve was concerned

And Bucky was terrified. 

Bucky kept to himself, but he had started to develop feelings for you a few weeks after the two of you had met. Despite his efforts, most of the team knew and would sometimes tease him for it when you weren’t in the room. So to say he was scared right now was a big understatement. 

He decided to go looking for you to talk to you about all of this, hoping that you were in truth, just busy and that he was wrong. Of course your hospitalizations and diagnosis were in your files, but no one had ever thought to look through them. He started in the one place he seemed to always see you - the gym.

And sure enough, you were there, running on the treadmill with sweat pouring down your face. He stared at you through the glass for a few moments, worrying thoughts running rampant though his mind. He entered the gym and you saw him, and sent him a smile since you couldn’t say anything due to being out of breath. 

He smiled back softly as he walked up to you. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?”

You sighed and turned off the treadmill. You were fine with talking, you were just annoyed that he had interrupted your 7 mile run. “Sure, Buck, what’s up?” you asked as you grabbed your towel and water

He looked down and took a breath before looking back and asking “Are you okay?”

You chuckled and said “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You began to sip your water.

He shifted his weight and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. He took in your frame. It was smaller than he remembered. Really being able to look at you, he saw how pale you were and how your eyes were sunken in. He pulled his eyebrows together in concern, asking “When was the last time you actually ate?”

You nearly choked your water. Surely he couldn’t have caught on.

He didn’t go through your files did he?

You hadn’t even lost that much yet!

You were still so fat.

Surely this couldn’t be happening. Not yet.

What do I tell-

“(Y/N)?”

You realize that you had been staring at him but hadn’t actually said anything, and your water was spilt all over the floor. You had dropped it. “Shit... uhh…” you begin, clearly flustered. “What do you mean Barnes?”

“Okay, you only call me Barnes when you’re nervous and you’re paler than when I came in, which means something is clearly wrong. (Y/N), really, when was the last time you ate?”

“Earlier today at some point? I don’t know…” you say weakly. You never had been able to lie to Bucky to his face.

Bucky sighed stepping closer. “You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?”

You look away because if you looked at him any longer you might break, and you couldn’t do that. No, you weren’t sick enough yet, you had to be strong. 

“Look, Bucky, I’m all good, really I am. So if that’s all, I’m just going to get back to my running…” you turned back to the treadmill when you felt metal clasp around your arm. Bucky noticed how much smaller it felt around his hand and swallowed thickly. You turned around, tears of desperation forming in your eyes.

“Doll, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look awful.” When you looked clearly offended, he began to backtrack. “I don’t mean that in a rude way or however you may try to take it at all. What I mean is that you’re pale. Your eyes are sunken in. you look so frail, and I’m sorry it’s just...I’m really worried about you.”

You looked down, and tears spilled over your eyes and onto the floor. “4 days,” you said quietly.

“4 days what?” Bucky questioned. 

“You looked him in the eyes, tears still falling. “4 days since I’ve eaten anything. A week since I’ve kept something down. A month since my last actual meal.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn for his face to go white. After a few seconds he removes his hand from your arm to envelop you in a hug. His body towered over you and you feel so small in his arms that he’s truly afraid he may hurt you if he holds you too tightly. 

“What brought this on?” he asks after a minute or so. 

You shrug weakly. “I don’t know… probably something stupid. It always happens that way.” when you feel Bucky stiffen slightly, you add “Yeah, this all, uh….it's happened before a few times.” you sniffle. “Before i came here, that is. I don’t know why it happened this time. It’s just that everyone is so perfect and then I’m me so… yeah.

Bucky pulls back to look you in the eye and brush back some hair from your face. “I don’t know why you feel inadequate (Y/N). Everyone here loves you so much. And all of us, perfect? I mean do you remember all those things I did? We all have something dark about us, and it’s okay that you do too. But it’s not okay to hurt yourself like this, doll. I’m so sorry you’re going through all of this. But i’m here to help you.”

You snorted. “Why would you want to help me Buck?” you ask, voice cracking.

He took another breath and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Because I care about you (Y/N). A lot of people do. And I’ve been wanting to say this for a while, but (Y/N), I really like you. A lot. And I will do anything I can to help you.

Your gaze drops. “You’re just saying that…”

He lifts your chin to look at you again. He shakes his head. “No, (Y/N), I’m not. I really do like you.”

You look at him searching his face for any indication of a lie but there is none, and all you find is concern and...could that actually be a little bit of love? You move to hug him again. “Thank you, Bucky.” you say. 

“Of course, (Y/N), anytime. He rubs your back. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”

[andyl394]

ANDY’S MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Happy You’re Here: (Series) -Discontinued-

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avengers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.

Why: (One Shot) 

Request: tony is reader’s father and some angst? Bucky and reader a little conection but not fallen in love just like ‘hey i kind of feel confortable around you’. bye - Anon

10 Signs an Introvert Likes you: (Series) -Complete-

Summary: Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video; A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not.

Sleepy Birthday-boy: (Drabble)

Summary: You couldn’t spend your whole day with Bucky, but there was still a couple minutes left.

Introverted: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Request:  I love your introvert series so far and I’m looking forward to future chapters. I was wondering if you could do a one shot or something with a strong-willed introvert fem!reader x Bucky? A lot of introvert readers aren’t given very many dimensions and I was hoping you could make it awesome with fluff and possible smut ☆〜（ゝ。∂）-

Taken Care of: (One Shot) -Bucky x Reader x Steve-

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know

Blind Date: (One Shot)

Request:  Can I get an valentine’s day Bucky x Reader, pls? It can even be a drabble maybe some fluff or sexual tension? u choose <3  - Anon

Club Security: (Series) -Mafia-discontinued- 

Summary: Being an almost Chief of the Italian Mafia wasn’t all that good, sometimes things would get boring. That was one of the motives that made Bucky create a “secret” club; and just as every important and rich establishment, there should be someone to take care of it. And that someone happens to be you.

April Fools: (One Shot)

Request: is April fools and reader is a prankster and is playing pranks in everyone except Bucky and they go out on a date in the day to escape the results? - Anon

Problem: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: You weren’t a good girl, you were a problem - as the team always said to him -, and Bucky knew that, but he simply didn’t care.

Festive Prompt: (One Shot)

Request:  13, 47 and 42 Bucky x reader? - Anon 13. “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” 42. “Oi! That’s my hot chocolate!”47. “You made gingerbread zombies?”

Ashamed: (One Shot) (plus size reader)

Summary: Sneaking around with the Super Soldier wasn’t easy and all you wanted was to stop it, but what do you do when Bucky doesn’t seem to want the same thing as you?

Birthday girl: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: It was your birthday, and Bucky had a hell of a gift.

Hyphothetically: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: Not wanting to spend Valentine’s day alone, your friend convinces you to go out, ditching you in thirty minutes of chatter. Well, at the end of the night, you figured that being ditched wasn’t all that bad as you seemed to have found a new companion.

Oh no, that’s bad: (Social Media au)

Summary: You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it?

But it’s better if you do: (Social Media au)

Summary: Working as a dancer to pay for your college in the barely legal cabaret club that your friend helped run wasn’t as bad as it sounded like, especially when you get to meet a blue-eyed masked devil who is definitely much sweeter than your idiotic class-mate, James Barnes, who also had blue eyes and wait his voice sounds similar and his hair sure looks like- oh no.

Oh no, that’s good: (One Shot) -NSFW-

summary: Bucky had a plan: all he had to do was talk about his feelings for you, tell you how he felt and how he wanted to be loved. That was all, just talking, no action, just talking. But it was getting hard to follow the plan when you kept looking at him like that.

Steve Rogers X Reader

Light: (One Shot)

Request: Hey, could you do a 20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.” and a 21. “You’re like a heater!” Steve Rogers X Reader? Pls? - Anon

Yes: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Request: hellllloooo, i love your writing and i have a request. can you make something with reader X steve with this chat: “x1: wait, how do you know that steve is great in bed?” “x2: we share a wall, so either he’s amazing in bed or y/n just likes to agree with him a lot.” “x2: loudly, and a lot.” - Anon

Sick: (One Shot)

Request: Hi gorgeous! Can I have a Steve/Fem!Reader where she’s his girlfriend he realises something is happening to her from small details(like…Skin and hair colour fading,a strange way to approach food.),and the little things grow to big things when she moves in with him (she’s a lot skinnier than what seems healthy,faints constantly,never eats with him,hits gym more than necessary…) ‘til he find out she’s anorexic and decided to help her? But can you do it without the whole pity party angst?Without the"I’m ugly and I want to be beautiful"line that is in every F one of the stories with this theme,but with reader being a model(that’s how they met)and living under pressure to be 'perfect’ to the media and to Steve?I think of something in the lines of wanting to be in control and LOOK like she’s in control of her life.You could end with him convincing her of finding help, no unrealistic accepting herself for him. Thanks, love.

Taken Care of: (One Shot) -Bucky x reader x Steve-

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know

Wipe the Machines: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: Captain America thought you hated him, but you just wanted him to wipe the damn sweat off the Gym’s machines.

Cutecumber: (Vday One Shot) -soulmate au-

Summary: A normal day at work was rather busy, even more so when it’s Valentine’s Day. Always playing Cupid, you never thought that you would finally find your soulmate on such a chaotic day.

Tony Stark X Reader

Father!Why: (One Shot)

tony is reader’s father and some angst? Bucky and reader a little conection but not fallen in love just like ‘hey i kind of feel confortable around you’. bye - Anon

Peter Parker X Reader

Familiarity: (Part 1 | Part 2)

Requested:  a one-shot or something like that about the reader being Peter’s classrommate but for some reason being called to the avengers, and he is there in his suit and he keep seeing her in the school wondering why she was there? pls? - Anon

Not enough: (One Shot) -plus size reader-

Requested: Well, I’m shy and this is a weird request so… Yeah. Well, I was wondering, could you do a Peter Parker X Reader with angst? Like. ANGST. STUFF THAT FIC WITH PURE TEENAGE ANGST OR SOMETHING AND THEN IT ENDS WITH SOME FLUFF? Thank you! - Anon

Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Clumsy Little Thing: (One Shot)

Summary:  It was Valentine’s Day, and yet, you would have to stay inside the Avenger’s Tower. But would you be alone, though?

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Oblivious: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: Wanda just wanted to call you on a date, but as Stark says, you’re really oblivious to someone with 8 PhDs.

Loki Odinson x Reader

I read it in a book: (One Shot)

Summary: When you start to avoid the God of mischief, he asks himself what had he done to cause that.

Steve Harrington X Reader

Festive prompt: (One Shot)

Request:  From the festive prompt list, 1, 2 and 35 Steve Harrington x Reader? 1. “Is that mistletoe?” 2.“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?” 35.“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??”

The Hargrove’s Sister: (Part one | Part two | Part three)

Summary: All you wanted was to protect your step-sister when you found yourself in a junkyard helping a bunch of middle schoolers to fight an interdimensional slug that turned into a dog and was thirsty for blood. Oh, and Steve Harrington was there too, not that it was a big deal.

Little Matchmakers: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: It was movie night and coincidently, Valentine’s Day, and it seemed as if the kids had decided to take the Cupid’s job.

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Fuck Away the Pain: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: All you wanted was to forget your excuse of a ex-boyfried for one night, you just wanted a distraction. Luckily, the new kid seemed more than willing to help you out.

Tutor: (One Shot)

Summary: With your failing math grades, your boyfriend decided to take it on him to tutor you. All you had to do was follow the rules of no kissing until you learned the material. You could do that, right?

Diana Prince X Reader

Festive Prompt: (One Shot)

Request:   Hello, I’d really be happy if you could write something with 12 and 18 DIANA X READER, in which reader really loves Christmas but Diana never really thought about it and she has a crush on reader, so she goes the extra mile and decorated the whole League’s mansion. Thank you! - Anon 12. How on earth did you get tinsel there? 18. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, you know.

Dean Winchester X Reader

Stretching: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: It was hard to keep your body relaxed between hunting and researching the whole day, but you found your way, and - apparently -, so did Dean Winchester.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You: (One Shot)

Summary: Your birthday was coming up, and living in a world with Soulmates, turning 22 without one wasn’t always a good sign.

The Marauders 

Sneak out: (One Shot)

Summary:  Ok, I can’t be the only one that when read that junk called Cursed Child thought how they tried to escape and why, soo….. YEP. Hope you like this drabble <3