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Febuwhump day 2: Flinching with Stucky
For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 2: Flinching
Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44733166
Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/112345108#workskin 
Timeline: Sometime after Bucky gets rescued and before Civil War
TW: Nightmares, brief descriptions of violence 
It was so strange, to suddenly have someone else in the apartment. Steve had grown used to being alone, to eating dinner by himself, to reading a book before climbing into bed and whispering a goodnight to the world. It was odd, but Steve was grateful for the change.
Bucky had been hesitant in Steve’s offer, but he was persistent. After all, so many people were looking for the Winter Solider, it wouldn’t be wise to leave him alone. Or so Steve argued. And so Bucky relented, following him to his corner of town. They stopped by a tiny grocery store where the old woman behind the counter gave Bucky a once over. She squinted at him, then turned to Steve.
“Why does this kid look like those old photos you showed me?” she asked in a heavy Irish accent.
“Guess I got a type,” Steve laughed as Bucky flushed red.
Bucky wandered around the tiny shop as Steve slowly filled his basket. It was remarkably full for being so small, with everything from sugar to thread. To his delight, he found plums. Bucky picked out a few and shyly walked over to Steve, where he was grabbing some creme.
“Um, Steve?” he asked. “Do you think we could get these?”
Steve glanced over at him, then down to the plums. He immediately nodded and gestured for Bucky to place them in the basket. “Is there anything else you want? I’m making soup tonight, but if you want to go look at their chocolate or something,” he offered, nodding at an aisle.
Bucky smiled softly, and walked over. Immediately, he froze. There were so many different sweets, all with different colours and flavours. It was overwhelming, to say the least. And then Steve was there, hooking his arm in his, and walking him over to the chocolates. Steve handed him two different bars, each with different words. One read seacláid le blas sú craobh , while the other said seacláid bhainne .
“Chocolate… with something flavour?” Bucky read from the first one. Steve beamed at him. “And milk chocolate?”
“You remember,” Steve said, placing the chocolates in the basket. “These ones taste most like what we used to eat when we could find the cash.”
With their basket full, they walked over to the counter.
“ Tabhair neart bia don ghasúr seo, tá sé ró-tanaí,” the woman said to Steve, half sternly and half kindly. She threw in some extra chocolates, saying, “free.”
“Beidh mé,” Steve grinned, paying her and taking the bags. “She was saying you’re too thin,” he added as they walked out.
Bucky grinned and scratched the back of his neck. He followed Steve back to his little apartment, and once they got there, he helped him unpack the groceries. Steve took out the parsnips and a knife, and set a pot of water to boil.
“What can I do to help?” Bucky asked, taking a seat at the counter. He was suddenly nervous.
“Why don’t you cut the parsnips?” Steve offered, handing him the knife. And Bucky understood. Steve trusted him.
That afternoon passed wonderfully. They made a soup that Steve’s mom made, sipping hot tea. They are the chocolates on the couch, telling each other fun stories or jokes. They stayed up late into the night, laughing once more.
Eventually, they grew tired, and Bucky insisted on taking the couch. Steve sighed amicably and brought him some pillows and blankets, getting him a glass of water.
“Night, Buck,” he grinned, giving his friend a hug.
“Night, Steve,” Bucky smiled, hugging back.
Steve patted his shoulder, then walked into his bedroom. He climbed into bed and thought of how grateful he was that his best friend was back. Bucky was back.
Желание. Bucky was falling through the air, Steve was shrinking into a speck. He hit the ground, and struggled for air.
Ржавый Figures haloed by lights above him, the sound of metal clinking, excruciating pain, and then he had two arms. Семнадцать He stood in a line with other soldiers, while an officer barked commands. They sparred. He snapped a neck with his metal fist. The Winter Soldier grew stronger.
Рассвет. A mission. He was clad in all black, sneaking across buildings. There was a man in the apartment across from him, eating dinner while watching TV. The Winter Solider assembled his rifle, aimed briefly, and took the shot. It was muffled, and there was only a faint tinkering of glass. The man collapsed.
Печь The Winter Soldier kneeled in front of a man tied to a chair, various torture devices around them. He picked up a knife and drew a little star on the man’s chest. He started to peel back the skin, and relished in the man’s screams.
Девять. Someone was punching him, he was down on the ground, covered in mud. The Winter Soldier threw off his attacker, kipping up to his feet. He knocked ouut the attacker’s feet from under them, and punched them squarely in the head with his left hand. Their skull was dented.
Доброкачественный. The Winter Soldier had a knife sticking out of his leg. He ripped it out, ignoring the pain, and threw it back at the attacker. It was a teenager. His aim was perfect, as always, and the knife hit them in the chest. He stepped over their dying body as he went to murder the parents.
Возвращ-
“WAKE UP!”
Bucky jolted upright and immediately lashed an arm out to the side, where someone was. He was immediately in fight mode.
“BUCKY, STOP! IT’S ME!”
Bucky froze, and everything came back. He was in Steve’s apartment. Steve was in front of him. He was safe.
“...Bucky?”
He turned to look at Steve, who was kneeling beside him on the floor. Too much information was coming in. Steve was wearing pyjamas, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were wide with panic. Their soup bowls from last night were still sitting at the table. Street lamps outside flickered.
Steve moved his hand and Bucky flinched violently, shielding his head with both arms, curling up into a tight ball.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I’ll be good,” he whimpered. “I’m so sorry, please don’t reset me.”
“Oh, Buck…” Steve whispered. “Bucky, it’s me, you’re safe.”
Bucky slowly lifted his head, trembling. He scanned Steve’s face for any sign of betrayal, peering into his eyes. All he could think was will he leave me too?  
“Bucky, you’re safe. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, born March 10, 1917. You’re my best friend. And you’re safe.”
Finally, it sunk in. Bucky let go of a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He slowly sat up and faced Steve - and then burst out crying. Steve tried to reach out a hand again but Bucky winced and Steve froze. Then Bucky leaned forward and collapsed into Steve’s shoulder.
They stayed like that for a moment, and then, slowly, Steve lifted his arms and wrapped them around Bucky.
“You’re safe,” he whispered into his ears. Even after everything, Bucky still smelled like Bucky. “You’re safe.”
Safe.
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blorbosinmyheadcentral · 1 year ago
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Supervised Machine Learning
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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 2 months ago
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I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.
You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?
Click on their name. And look at their profile.
I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.
"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.
"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.
Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.
Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.
Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.
I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.
Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.
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karvviie · 2 months ago
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have i mentioned that i’m a red team locus truther
(this is old art. earliest is from 2020)
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potatobugz · 2 months ago
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objects loving objects baby!!!!
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mstormcloud · 10 months ago
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He deserves a breakdown it would be good for him
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feroluce · 3 months ago
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I have finally finished 2.4 and oh my GOD watching Dan Heng be so protective of his friends nearly killed me, MY HEART.
And yes, the cutscene where he pushes the trailblazer out of the way and even cushions their fall with his own body, but I mean even before that! When he was already trying to protect them and March 7th from Feixiao and Lingsha!!
Because if you watch the dango trio throughout the main quest, you'll notice that they often position themselves in the same way, which is a detail that makes me super happy that Hoyo thought to include- when the three of them aren't evenly spaced, March 7th and the trailblazer tend to gravitate towards each other and stand very close together, frequently side-by-side. And by comparison, Dan Heng usually stands slightly away, and often even slightly behind them, where he can pull on their leashes to wrangle them keep an eye on them.
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This is probably a habit learned through experience, since March 7th said during Belobog she is the "queen of unannounced disappearances" fjdksajfkldjsak
And of course at least a little bit of it is just done for like, aesthetic purposes. It's a video game. Things have to look nice for the player. The trailblazer and Dan Heng are the same height, March 7th is a bit shorter, and Yanqing is even smaller. It makes sense to have the trailblazer and Dan Heng stand on the ends, with March 7th and Yanqing in the middle, it just looks nicer and more balanced that way. But still! Even when they're accommodating for Yanqing in this quest, they still all arrange themselves the same way, almost every time!
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But this changes after Dan Heng and Yanqing become suspicious of the visitors from the Yaoqing.
The dango trio still stand around relaxed and in their usual manner when they go to the artisanship delve and meet Skott,
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but Dan Heng takes notice of Lingsha when she arrives, and he and Yanqing mentioned her specifically when discussing their worries.
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Yanqing worrying so much about Jing Yuan got me right in the heart, he's such a good boy WEH
And when the four of them go out to the alchemy delve to meet Lingsha for tea, the pattern breaks. Suddenly Dan Heng is standing right up front, and even walks in and enters the scene before March 7th and the trailblazer to get to Lingsha before them. He stays a step in front of them the whole time, too.
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And then when Dan Heng and the trailblazer have to go be interrogated by Feixiao! The same deal! Dan Heng walks in ahead of them and stays in front of them! Noticeably so! Enough that even Feixiao takes note and voices it!
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Dan Heng is so so fiercely protective of his companions, and I love it, I adore hyper vigilance in the wake of trauma like this, I'm so excited to see what else he does in 2.5, I hope we either get to see him get fucked up or the trailblazer gets fucked up in his place, I wanna see them run through the meat grinder!!!
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sepezzz · 7 months ago
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Sorting the archives and a particularly cheesy dancing song comes on
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bonniesband · 3 months ago
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It means I love you.
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koszmarnybudyn · 1 month ago
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Arthur and Bella as young parents in an au where nothing very bad ever happens cause i just want them to be happy :(
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kennahjune · 11 months ago
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I’m a firm platonic stonathan believer (and romantic but that’s not what this post is about).
And I love Steve and Jonathan being really friendly albeit awkward with each other.
But you know what I absolutely LOVE?
Stonathan who can’t STAND each other.
But would also go to fucking war for each other.
Some asshole is being a prick to Jonathan in school? The dudes suddenly thrown off of every sports team he’s on and the principal is fully aware of every time he cheated on a test. Steve just so happens to be at the high school that day to pick up the kids.
There’s some dickwad giving Steve a hard time at work every day? The guys windshield is busted in and car’s been keyed. Jonathan was totally just stopping by Family Video for a movie at the same time.
It’s just so funny to me. The idea of them both putting on this kind of mask around the whole group where everyone thinks they’re at least friendly with each other— the awkwardness is a given, honestly.
But then when it’s just them— getting high together or smth idk— they trade insults that would have anyone else in a ball crying.
And then them both slowly coming out of their shells around the whole group.
And the first time it happens Steve had called Jonathan a home wrecker and in turn Jonathan called Steve a whore.
Everyone was flipping shit trying to make them both apologize to each other before another fight broke out. But Jonathan and Steve sat and laughed at them.
Nobody ever gets used to their bitter teasing towards each other (nobody’s ever heard Jonathan use such foul language) but they learn to accept that that’s just how they are with each other.
This is kinda like a begrudging sibling-bonded stonathan.
This is also how I imagine madwheeler being btw. But I’ll make them their own post eventually.
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hbghq · 19 days ago
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shrieking i want to post more pkciv shit on here but two very specific people that i respect and admire and look up to follow this blog and i think i would walk into the sun if either of them got the slightest glimpse of what the hell goes on inside my head so. hand comparison
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arthrobug · 1 year ago
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Headcanon: Ramon is actually really intelligent, it's just a little surprising
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nerdynuala · 5 months ago
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@radioroseweek day 6, on which I spent more time than intended:
Date
Sugar, spice and everything nice
Stupid ideas go brrr in my mind
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nartml · 2 months ago
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was it casual when i had a panic attack at the thought of you dying was it casual when you risked your entire carrier just to feed me lunch was it casual when you were willing to die protecting me even though you wouldn't accomplish any of the goals you devoted yourself to was it casual when i spent so many nights rolling around in deep thought about whether you think of me like i do about you was it casual when i wished for you upon a shooting star was it casual when i refused to let you continue your way down a path of self-destructive loneliness even though you wanted me to was it casual when you needed to kill me and only me to grow stronger and be entirely untethered from your past but you just couldn't was it casual when i preferred to bear your pain and hatred and die fighting you as opposed to giving up on you was it casual when i could trade blows with you (read your heart) even though your supposed wife couldn't was it casual when i was your one and only was it casual when the hands that we blew off of each other bore the evidence of our cosmic connection was it casual when you cried your first tears of relief and happiness after you lost to me was it casual when you kept in touch with me but not with your wife was it casual when we fought and laughed and became inseparable was it casual when i can't exist without you was it casual when i put all my goals on hold because how could i focus on them when i can't even save you was it casual when you were my main motivation for training to become infinitely stronger was it casual when i'd remain a fool my entire life if being smart meant that i had to give up on you was it casual when you know my heart i yours was it casual when
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just-french-me-up · 1 year ago
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Endless Sandman Fanfiction Tropes I Adore (1/?) : ➻ Hob Gadling Saves Dream from Roderick Burgess
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