#since i only uhh know how to draw a handful of animals Decently from memory

[skrunksthatwunk]

haven't done any pen work in a while so i thought i'd start small. have a vulture

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

J.B.B. (11)

Bucky x Reader

Content: Fluff, light smut

Warnings: light smut.

Word Count: cramps are bad. They suck. I could’ve done this on time but NO!

MASTERLIST

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

"So, is he your boyfriend?"

The question had been a repetitive invite to embarrassment ever since you arrived in Wakanda, which was a day ago.

"Uhh..." Your broken voice along with the betraying reflex of you fingers tucking your hair behind your ear gave you away every time.

"Relax! I'm just messing with you. You're Kalisha's friend and we're good with just that."

You looked at Shuri, who's enthusiasm ignited her lab with such positive vigour and light, that you couldn't help but mirror her smile.

"Thank you for accommodating me here, in your country. Kalisha told me about the ground rules and keeping the identity of Wakanda a secret and I promise I wo-"

"Promises? In this economy?" Shuri interrupted you, catching a look of surprise on your features before forcing a giggle out of the two of you. "Take it easy, my girl. You're really helping us by staying. Here," she pushed forward a tablet that had a questionnaire opened up, "fill them up so that we can find the best area for your skills."

You scrolled through the questions, impressed at their variance based not only on your past work experiences but also on life situations, work conditions, mental health issues and the overall environment.

Wakandans are way ahead of the rest of the world in more than just one way.

You filled up the entire thing within an hour, surprised at the fact that unlike the anxious times of making your resume over and over, this went quite smoothly, not making your brain overwork for no reason.

"Done." You placed the tab and turned it towards Shuri, who had been busy with a prototype of Bucky's vibranium arm. The black and thin back-lit purple striped metal rested over a support nerve rod connected to the systems sending her the readings from all the parts.

According to Shuri, her team of scientists had been able to map Bucky's targeted memory that brought forward the winter soldier persona whenever he heard the trigger words and they had been successful in wiping off the first partial imprints even as he was being kept in cryo-sleep and would be done with the rest in two more weeks.

Submitting your resume over to what you believed was the HR, she showed you around the lab.

"Would you like to see him?"

She caught you off guard despite your knowledge that he was here somewhere. Your right hand went over to your other arm, pressing down hard over the muscles while your mind focused on steadying your breathing.

"Am I allowed to?"

All Shuri did was give you a sly grin as she tilted her head in the direction she started moving. Behind a section cut off from the rest of the lab, stood a glass capsule resting at an angle, covered with what appeared to be a blanket adorning Swaziland art.

"Did you...?" You tried to suppress your laugh as best as you could at the irony that stood in front of you.

"I had to hide him. Long story. But I am ninety-seven per cent sure he would have been ignored anyway."

You tilted your head in acknowledgement, not bothering to ask the reason behind the setting as she removed the blanket from the glass.

It was the raven hair that first came in sight through the frost covering the glass. Then his eyelids and lips. The stillness surrounding the man you'd experienced a thousand emotions with, in seventy-two hours, scraped at your skin, raising all the tiny hairs over your body. Kline's sordid words echoed through your skull as you looked at the dead expression of Bucky sleeping upon the time surrounding him. Just when the waterworks started coming for the brim, you looked away, making Shuri cover him back before resting her hand on your shoulder. "He'll be fine. I promise."

"Promise? In this economy?" You threw a suspicious glance at her, laughing as she nudged your shoulder.

"But, you have my word. If I don't fix him up, I promise you T'Challa will give up on pursuing Nakia," she responded with dead seriousness.

Just at that moment, somewhere in the capital, T'Challa nearly sneezed the life out of himself, wondering what his sister was up to this time.

It was a surprise when Nakia informed you how impressive your resume had been as you had only taken up menial jobs after college and never really cared much about earning more than what kept you content. Turns out it was your voluntary activities with unprivileged kids and knowledge of certain languages and geography of the places you'd visited that attracted the woman. She wanted you to help the younger lot with the languages and geographies you were fluent with along with interning at Shuri's lab to further your experience in the advanced technology, given your Computers and Biology majors in college. You were sceptical of the choices she gave you to try out before moving to other options but all it took was one trial in a classroom full of curious faces- both eager to know and patient enough to listen to you- and a day at the lab- where the scientists and lab techs had been really patient in helping you adjust with their technology, something you knew had Shuri written all over it- for you to settle for them by the end of the day.

You had also nearly surprised Okoye with your tears of happiness when she confirmed that there was a place on the outskirts, away from all the chipper bustle of the capital, where you could settle down, but it was within a community of farmers and herders who had decent lodgings and the open skies with vast scenery in the name of luxury.

"Good thing that I come from a line of goat herders and wheat harvesters."

A week passed with the length of a year. Your eyes would wake up to the calls of early birds and the rising sun, breathing in the dew of early morning grass under your bare feet, tingling you all over, forcing you to get ready for your day. The first four hours would go by in the flash of an eye as you would fill up the young minds with places they had not visited and the things they had not seen. The next two would go by learning something new every day at the lab before Shuri would force you to learn some hand to hand combat from the Dora Milage along with her 'just in case'. You knew it had to do with the recent insurgency that happened in the country but you were more than willing to learn if it meant keeping her company while learning to defend yourself, though living here you felt you didn’t it much. But Okoye, who knew the reasons for your hidden scars, never neglected your learning and made sure you were ready to take down at least one warrior by the end of the week.

Your nights would pass on your hard bed under the blanket of stars too beautiful to get used to as you tried to look back at the blur that was your life before this but couldn't find anything to hold on to- except, maybe, Gina and Michael. You would fall asleep under the glow, to the sound of curious but harmless nocturnal animals as you would feel yourself drifting into a world with nothing but pleasant silence.

Today was your day off. No classes, no internship; not even training. You had busied yourself in tidying up your decent house and helped your neighbours in preparing lunch for the people busy in the field harvesting the season's first crop, who in turn surprised you by braiding your hair- which had recently grown long because you hadn't  paid much attention to it for the last two months- while the kids had gathered blue and purple wildflowers and decorated the loose bun with them, making you gleam with newfound joy.

Thabo, the youngest of the kids, wanted to learn about the animals you'd talked about in class yesterday and you were happy to reciprocate their artwork in your hair with some knowledge about the Arctic Fox and the White Wolf from your books.

It had been one instant that seemed to have extended into a sweet elastic stretch of caramelised frames. You'd been talking about the latter when Thabo pointed out to someone standing behind you, making you turn towards a stranger coming in your direction, standing still himself as his distant blue eyes met yours. The book fell from your lap- rescued by Thabo's brother- as you stood up and turned towards the pale figure of Bucky clad in the familiar old shirt and trousers.

"Bucky?" You called out in a whisper as your heart tried to take in his presence but your eyes already gave up.

You saw the bag in his hand drop, his eyes taking in your existence as you walked towards him.

You could feel his breathing fracture lightly when he called out your name- making your whole being glow like the stars you slept under at night- before taking you in his warm embrace.

It was back. His familiar warmth, radiating more than it ever did before. His scent. Bucky's delicious scent still drowning you in his sweet wondrous latency. His warm flesh and cold metal stirring the oceans under your skin on your back as his grip ensured you he was never letting you go again. Ever.

You forgot every other company around you. The children, who were low-key hooting at the intimate sight between their teacher and this foreign man- and adults- dragging them away by their ear to give you the much-needed privacy- disappeared.

Drawing yourself away from his decelerating breathing, you gulped in every shade of his skin and every corner of his ocean eyes, smiling while you moved his hair away from his face.

"Hey," you smiled at him, trying to find words in your breathless state.

"Hey," he came back with a wide smile, placing his hands around your face, grazing your jaw and cheeks with his thumb as his own turned red.

"You are more beautiful than I remember," his breathless voice spoke, making you giggle through your tears.

"Not as breathtakingly beautiful as you," you responded, taking the back of his neck in your wanting grasp, your limbs pulsating at his touch. He brought his forehead down to touch yours, allowing your breaths to mingle.

You stood there, just like that, never wanting to move. Your fingers laced into his hair as your other hand came down his jaw, your index resting at the corner of his red lips.

"I thought I'd never see you again," you finally broke, your voice barely reaching over a whisper. "I had no idea wha-"

"I know," his hold around your face bringing you closer to his, the tears in his eyes breaking as he closed that with a whimper, "I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't drag you into the mess. I didn't trust anyone. I didn't trust myself. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You shook your head as your fingers came over his lips. "Shhh. It's not your fault, Bucky. Stop."

Bucky's tears made your body shiver, wanting to hold him close and tell him he was never the problem. "But your home, Y/N. It's because of me that you w-"

"No," your adamant eyes looked at him, making him still, "it is no home of mine if my judgement and decisions cannot be respected under the roof; if I cannot care for the person I want to."

A silent breeze passed through you, bringing the smell of the intoxicating wildflowers with it. "My home is where I can have peace, Bucky." You could tell he was holding his breath. Trying to stop the last of his restraints.

"And amongst all the turmoil in life, I found it with you."

The night took its first stretch outside; the brilliant stars already visible all over the sky. Inside your home, lips met to ignite a solemn fire. Hands rediscovered the skin over the shoulders, on the chest, over the back, burning every surface it passed over, arching into the compulsory touch. Limbs crossed over one another, aching at the pulsating desire between them while heavy breaths tingled the neediness in the throats. The tongues tasted the thirst over each other in an intricate dance as the arms drew each other's naked bodies closer. The marks and bites burned and the wet kisses soothed them. Bucky turned you over your stomach to find your back, leaving no scar unkissed, no mark untouched, replacing all the ache with the frames of his lingering collision inside your mind. His legs parted yours while his hand found your waist. Your hands grabbed the sheet under you as you felt him filling you up, forcing you to arch back to have him plant soft kisses right on your shoulders as his flesh hand cleared your hair away for him to find all your sensitive areas on the neck, while his metal supported his weight above you. The slow rhythm found a pace of its own, as your animalistic desires surfaced. The high built up with the pace so did the fervent kisses and gasps. You could feel your walls clench around him and his hand travelled down your waist to find your aching nerves, bringing the arousing high to its much-needed release. Your body trembled through your first of many pleasures as he found his own release.

"This must be heaven."

You looked up at Bucky with bliss, who was watching the stars, his flesh arm supporting your head. Both of you lay under the dazzling sky over the bed in the open air, limbs entangled under the sheets, taking in this calm night. "It is, isn't it?"

He lifted his head to look at you, smiling at the dazzle in your eyes.

"It is," he announced, never leaving your gaze as he kissed you. His thumb grazing the skin over your arm, taking in as much of your skin into his memory at a time.

"She didn't tell me."

"Hmm?"

"Shuri didn't tell me you were coming home today."

Bucky's smile disappeared for a second before a cackle burst out of his lungs. "So that's what they meant!"

He told how Shuri never told him about you either and had been pushing him to take the prototype with him 'for research purposes'.

You could feel the embarrassment surging through your body as you shifted under the covers to hide your face in his chest, making him chuckle.

You played with the rebellious threads of his red clothing that Okoye had provided him with when he came over as a thought played inside your mind. Finally, you gave in.

"Do you want to keep it?"

It was Bucky's turn to shift. "No."

"It must remind you of the things in your past, right?"

Bucky nodded. "Yes. Yes, it does."

"Then don't keep it." You half got up to face him. He looked at you with a blank expression for a second.

"You want to start new. If you feel this is the first step, then do it. No one's going to force you. No one can. It's a free country."

You rested your chin over his chest, feeling his fingers make circles and hearts over your back making you smile as Bucky had no idea currently what he was doing.

"What's stopping you?"

He sighed, never stopping the hearts.

"I'm whole even without this, right?"

You looked at him with your concerned eyes. "Bucky, you are definitely whole without this piece of metal."

You got up and shifted your legs over his waist while directing your upper body to his conjunction. "Here," you said as you found the control and swiped a few digits before Bucky heard a snap and the arm safely detached himself from Bucky's shoulder. You got up and tucked it away in Bucky's bag before coming back to his warmth.

"You are more than that metal, James Buchanan Barnes," you announced in his ear before kissing his lips.

His smile came back and he held your face in his flesh warmth as he came back for a lingering kiss.

"What did I do to have you here beside me?"

"Oh, you didn't do much," you pointed out, "It was Steve and his rebellious bunch who did all the work."

Bucky groaned, making you laugh. "He's at it again, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he told me all the stories, mister. And he approves of me if you wanted to know. I mean, as you can see, thanks to him, I'm here."

Bucky's ocean orbs reflected the stars in them as he got lost in yours. A pleasant pain filled him up as he kissed your forehead and pressed you closer to himself.

"Yes. You're here."

And with that one satisfied thought, both of you found the once disappeared sleep again in each other's arms under the best blanket the universe had put on display.

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^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

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[gweyson]

how much would u hate me if i asked u to do every single uncommon question for an oc of ur choice?

the absolute madman he actually did it

im gonna put this under the cut sdjkfhsdjfsjkl also im answering for pascal because. Thats My Boy

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

he’s gotten really good at it since he had to start hiding from murder robots... but even before then he was never a super fidgety person so he could sit very still !

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

he’s good at pretending everything’s fine when it’s all actually Rather Shit so. yeah pretty easy

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

thinking mostly.... sometimes he’ll talk to someone and drift off from there but it depends on who’s on lookout or how quiet the group has to stay

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

he tries to remain suspicious of people he meets but at heart he’s too trusting for his own good tbh.... he does try to hold off on trusting stangers these days but hes still a little soft

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

yeah pretty easy. like it’s easy enough to get him to trust you in the first place but once you do something to fuck that up then good luck getting it back lmao

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

laws arent really. a thing anymore djkfhdljk but when they were he’d like... say laws are immovable and very needed and then do stuff that completely contradicted that view

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

cooking !! it reminds him of when he used to help his mum out with houseowrk/cooking. he. doesnt really like the feeling because it reminds him that he has no idea if his family is actually still alive or not :(

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

“stop playing in the dirt”

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

he doesnt swear heaps but he does enough that it’s not super shocking whenever he does. he sweras more the angrier/more agitated he gets

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

he’d regularly lie to his mum just so he could get out of the house and go to parties lol. he’s not super haunted by it or anything (& he was a pretty good kid otherwise so he figures he was allowed at least this one not great thing)

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

he’ll try to play along until he can figure stuff out but if he cant he’ll just go “what tf is happening”

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

either gets someone to scratch it or uses like. a ruler or smth

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

he thinks he looks best in green but it’s... not his best colour

14. What animal do they fear most?

big dogs... scarey :(

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

he usually just says whatever comes to his mind tbh. idk how to properly descrive it but like... the way he talks makes him sound smart but not arrogant about it yknow. like you hear him talk and youre like “yeah this is a guy who knows what hes doing”

16. What makes their stomach turn?

not much tbh?? like before everything turned Awful he was studying forensic entomology so like. hes got a bit of an iron stomach lmao. the smell of rotting meat maybe

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

not really? if he does get embarrassed he’s pretty decent at hiding it

18. What embarrasses them?

when he’s the centre of attention in a big group and he can feel everyone staring at him and his face goes all red and aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

19. What is their favorite number?

7 !!

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

he’d go on a really long tangent about it and possibly not even answer the question at hand tbh

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

to not die, mostly

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

he’ll become pretty aloof and just. not wanna talk. he’ll avoid the target of jealousy a bit as well oops

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

he’ll do everything in his power to one-up whatever’s making him envious. it rarely works

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

he is comfortable talking about it !! really the only thing that ever stops him talking about it is if someone else is uncomfortable with it

25. What are their thoughts on marriage? 

he likes the idea ! if he does get married though he wants to do it wayyyyy in the future he’s not ready to settle down

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

before everything went shit he preferred driving, now he walks everywhere

27. What causes them to feel dread?

robots. or when astrid is pissed

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

he says he’d prefer an unpleasant truth but when it actually comes time to deal with it he doesnt go too great lol

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

he tries... whether he succeeds is another question 

30. Who do they most regret meeting? 

[redacted for spoilers]

31. Who are they the most glad to have met? 

astrid !! as much as he loves everyine else in the group she’s the only one who could realistically protect him if something were to go wrong. shes just more secure

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

not really ??

33. Could they be considered lazy? 

nah not really !! he’s always been a hard worker

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

it follows him around for a loooooong time. whether it goes away or just fades into background noise really depends on the situation but it’s not easy for him

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

he always tries to be supportive !! unless it’s something like. morally disgusting then No but he tries to support his friends even if he thinks whateber theyre talking about is kinda dumb

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

he just kinda waits it out !! when the world was Not Shit his friends would be regularly trying to set him up with people so he never had to work super hard for it :’)

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

i cant remember the name for it but he does the thing where like. he’ll associate thing a with thing b by finding something that connects them togehter? like a syllable in thing a sounds like thing b so. yeah. im good at explaining

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

either when astrid helped him bust out of the factory he was trapped working in or just miscellaneous memories of his mum & siblings

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

he tends to ignore people’s flaws which can lead to issues

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

he tries to be self critical but he’s not really self critical enough for it to make a solid difference. usually he has to be told what he’s doing before he consciously realises it

41. How do they feel about children? 

he likes them !! he was the oldest of a lot of siblings so he knows how to handle them & he’s pretty good with them

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

his end goal is to stop robots killing everything & for everything to go back to normal so id say he wants that pretty fuckin bad

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

“hey pascal are you into--” “yes”

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS (I wasnt sure if you wanted me to do these ones too so. shrug emoji)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

i made him for my comic which. i will start one day fdklgjdlkjgd..... also hes just fun to develop ! i gave him a bunch of traits i rlly like and also i made him like bugs a lot so. i am biased

B) What inspired you to create them?

uh. needed characters for the comic hehe.....i cant remember the exact process i went thru when making him?? i wanted someone who was close to astrid/who she could trust, plus i had the idea for a backstory (i think. like i said i cant remember my exact process)

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

not really, i came up with the concept before i actually made his character

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

he’s always had the same appearance !! even though i should probably change it a little because he looks different every time i try drawing him but shhhhh

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

hes someone i would think is super cool but then. would never actually talk to jkdsfhsdjkhfsdjk. he’d be nice to my face but i’m....not sure what he’d genuinely think of me oops

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

THATS MY FACKING BOY BABEYEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also excited bc i have angst planned ^____^

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

he’s too gullible and willing to trust strangers. he should know better but he’s too much of an optimist for his own good !!

H) What trait do you admire most?

he’s always able to put on a happy face when he’s feeling awful because he doesnt want anyone to worry & he doesnt wanna bring anyone down !! he’s always thinking ahout everyone else before himself

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

i dont know what this means..... yes??

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

uhh technically not ?? in his original concept he was gonna be in a poly relationship with 2 others but i cut the other members of the relationship. not because of pascal it’s because i thought the group would get too big and like. they value stealth and sneakiness. plus it’s harder for big groups to travel undetected