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Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”

Heartfelt Chase - Bucky

Character: agent!Bucky x female!agent

Summary: She tries to find an agent she secretly admires who went missing.

A/N: This story is inspired by the GIF. Lol. 😂

Also, it’s a fun break from the angsty political Bucky.

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You work as a data analyst at the spy agency. The only reason you’re here is because of your father. You’ve always dreamed of being a field agent like him, especially since his top pupil is none other than Bucky.

You've admired Bucky for years—secretly watching his missions from your screen, hanging onto every move he made.

You've volunteered for every one of his missions, offering to be a bystander, even joking about pretending to be a tree. But the boss always shut you down.

And every time you asked Bucky directly, he’d just say, “It eases my mind if you stay here.”

One day, everything changed. The agency lost contact with Bucky during a mission. You immediately volunteered to go after him, but the boss looked terrified and said, “No. He’s going to kill me.”

You had no idea what that meant, but when nobody made a move, you took matters into your own hands.

You tracked down his last known location and discovered the missing piece: Bucky was tailing an arms dealer who had a bioweapon.

“Damn it!” you cursed under your breath. This wasn’t supposed to be you stumbling upon a hidden bioweapon. And to make matters worse, you had no backup. You were quickly captured.

Thrown into the back of a car, you were bombarded with questions. Your head spun, but you stuck to your story. “I don’t know anything. I’m just here to find my friend.”

The guy questioning you chuckled, clearly not buying it. “Searching for a friend and finding a nuclear bomb? Quite the coincidence.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Where are we going, anyway?” You glanced at the empty road stretching out ahead of you.

“Torture room,” he said casually.

“Fantastic,” you muttered. The whole situation was spiraling out of control, and in this moment of panic, the only person you could think about was Bucky. But where was he?

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed behind you. The car jerked, the windows rattling from the explosion.

“What the hell?” your captor yelled, glancing back.

Then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle engine roaring toward the car. You craned your neck to look out the window, heart racing, and there he was. Bucky.

You couldn’t believe it. “Bucky!”

Still driving, Bucky shot you a quick glance, irritation flickering across his face. “Didn’t I tell you to stay?”

“If you’d sent a message, I wouldn’t be here worrying about you!” you shot back.

Bucky sighed like this was the last thing he needed. He pulled out a weapon and aimed it under the car. “Put on your seatbelt!”

Without hesitation, you braced yourself. In seconds, the car flipped into the air, crashing back down with a heavy thud. The world spun again, and everything went silent.

Moments later, Bucky pulled up beside the wreck, dismounted his bike, and yanked the door open.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but laced with concern. His eyes betrayed more than he let on.

You groaned, unbuckling yourself. “Define ‘okay.’”

Bucky shook his head, clearly holding back a sigh. “This is exactly why I don’t want you in the field.”

You glared at him, hands on your hips. “I’m perfectly capable, Bucky! I tracked you down, didn’t I?”

He crossed his arms, staring down at you, his usual calm exterior barely hiding the concern underneath. “Yeah, and look what happened. You almost got killed.”

You threw your hands up. “You could’ve been killed too! That’s why I came—no one else was going to look for you!”

His expression softened for a brief second before he glanced away. “I can take care of myself.”

“And I can’t?” You shot back, taking a step toward him.

He paused, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, after a long silence, he muttered, “It’s not about what you can do. It’s about what I can’t handle.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. “What do you mean?”

He clenched his jaw, still avoiding your gaze. “I can’t handle the idea of you getting hurt."

Your breath caught in your throat. The gruff, distant Bucky was showing a side of him you hadn’t expected. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words.

“You... care about me?” you asked softly.

You stood there, heart pounding, completely at a loss for how to respond. But before you could say anything, Bucky turned back toward his bike, his usual stoic mask slipping back into place.

“Let’s get out of here before more trouble shows up,” he said, swinging his leg over the motorcycle.

Still stunned, you climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping your arms around him. As the engine roared to life, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that maybe—just maybe—this mission was worth all the danger.

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Would you be open to a one shot where Eddie scares the reader on Halloween and they slip and get super scared of him and run and hide so he has to comfort her a bunch?

Little subby reader getting scared by big mean Eds. .

CW: little scary but not rlly, lots of pet names , little reader , fem reader, Daddy!Eddie , fluffy , wrote this pretty fast but it's cute

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You see , what Eddie loved about you was how small and vulnerable you were around him. You were his soft spot. He had the inherent urge to take care of you, protect you against the big mean world that he knows exists out there.

But…he’s still Eddie. He’s still a little sadistic (which you love), and he loves when he can make you cry , because then you reach out for him even more. Spooky season is his favorite, and you like it too. But you like the cute ghosts and pumpkins and sweaters and blankies. Eddie likes the scary movies and stories and haunting and blood.

And he had this idea, just a small one, to play a scary joke on you. Both for his thrill and yours, and maybe he could even get you to enjoy the fear a little, maybe even find it funny.

So, one dark October night, Eddie comes up with his plan.

“shit baby, I forgot I need to get candy for Hellfire tomorrow. i told them i’d treat them,” Eddie says, moving his arm from around where it was holding you on the couch.

You shift sleepily out of his hold. “Oh, okay Eds we can go,” you say , moving to put on your ghost slippers.

He quickly stops you. “No no baby, I can just go really fast. You stay and rest. I’ll be right back.”

Your eyebrows knit together. You don’t like being left alone at night. You know you’d be safe, but you always feel better when Eddie is around. Your head falls some as you twiddle your thumbs together.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie starts, tipping your head up by your chin to look at him. “Can you be a big girl for me? Stay home alone just for a few minutes?” Eddie asks, using his charming Daddy voice on you, knowing it pulls on your heart strings.

You breathe in deeply. You want to be good for him, make him proud. You can do it, just a few minutes while he’s gone. You nod and he kisses your forehead.

He’s smiling giddily, and has to hold himself back from showing his excitement. “Good girl,” he praises. “I love you. I’ll be right back, and maybe i’ll bring you a little treat.”

He holds your face and plants a wet kiss on your lips before grabbing his keys and wallet, and heading out the trailer door. You get up to make sure it’s locked behind him, just double checking before you sit back on the couch and focus on the tv.

You’re fine at first, knowing he’ll be back fast, and everything is okay. It’s not even that late .

Ten minutes pass and you start to feel a little more nervous, eyes constantly flitting to the door, waiting for Eddie to walk through and relieve you of your nerves.

But what you don’t see is Eddie outside, Michael Myers mask in hand as he creeps along the side of the trailer. He had started the van and drove forward, knowing you’d wait to hear him leave, but he turned the lights off and parked right away, counting the minutes before he’d come scare you.

He tries to tread his boots lightly, not crunching the gravel outside too loudly so you didn’t expect anything.

He creeps up to be just under the window that sits behind the couch in the living room, just barely being able to see the outline of your head. You look so small and innocent. So sweet, cuddled into the blanket he left you in. Had you even moved? Probably not, you’re probably just waiting for him to arrive home.

His heart thumps as he raises his hand and knocks , one two three times on the window, before ducking back down out of sight.

You heard the knocks, your head immediately turning back to the dark window behind you. Your heart quickens, scared. Maybe you were imagining it. It wasn’t real.

You try to focus again on the movie, but you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your adrenaline rising.

…You heard it before you saw it- the rattling of the front door. It was like the entire world had stopped. It was too soon for Eddie to be home so you knew it wasn’t him.

The door rattles again, harder.

Someone was trying to get in.

Youre frozen in place as tears start to prick in your eyes. You don’t know what to do, where to go.

BANG

Something hit the door, maybe someone trying to force it open, and you yelp a scream, immediately putting a hand over your mouth trying to silence yourself. You don’t want the intruder to know you’re here.

You try and calm your breathing, staring at the locked door before deciding it best to go hide.

But as you slowly got up to creep toward the bedroom- you saw it.

A man’s face looking in at you from the back window.

You scream, running to the bedroom and locking the door, crying and shaking. You run to Eddies closet, closing it immediately and locking the door as you try to bury yourself behind clothes. You are a shaking, crying, trembling mess as you prepared yourself for the worst.

You had seen it, the man outside the window in the black of night. Was he holding something? You can’t remember but it doesn’t matter because Eddie isn’t home, and what if he comes home and the man attacks him or or-

You hear the front door open. How? How did they get in, you know you locked it, you were sure.

Your tears can’t stop falling, you’re practically hyperventilating.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” You hear Eddie’s voice call, but youre still terrified, not trusting it was him, so you remain in the closet.

Eddie searches the living room, his smile of satisfaction slowly turning into a worried look as he realizes he might’ve gone too far. He races through the hallway, seeing the discarded blankie of yours on the ground outside of the bedroom.

He runs for bedroom door and tries to open it but it was locked from the inside. His heart drops, you must be terrified.

“Baby, it’s just me! Open the door please I promise you’re okay. It’s okay,” he calls to you, praying you were still inside and didn’t manage to run out.

“J-just you?” You call out weakly from the cracked open closet door.

“Just me . Just me, sweetheart” he tries to reassure you. He can tell by the higher pitch in your voice that you’ve slipped even further than before he left.

“If it’s you…den What’s our safe word?” You ask, trying to make sure it’s really him.

He chuckles. “Mayo, Mayo baby . Mayo like mayonnaise.”

You sigh in relief, getting up on shaky legs to walk and open the door for him. He looks at you and his expression drops upon seeing how sad and small you are, tears streaking your red face.

You reach up and hug him immediately. “So so scared Daddy there was a -“ you start crying again, choking some on your words as Eddie guides you toward the bed. “A man outside and he-he tried to come in and get me and-“

but that’s when you see the mask in Eddie’s hand. Your heart drops. Your eyes blow open and breathing stops as you put the pieces together.

You instantly recoil away from him.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t think you would get so upset,” Eddie immediately apologizes, reaching his hands toward you. But you back away even more toward the headboard of the bed, clutching a pillow to you.

Your tears come out even faster now. “I-I was so scared,” you cry, your voice small as you try and hide from him.

His heart breaks , regret filling his veins as he realizes what he’s done. He knew you were sensitive and he let his own stupid prank hurt you. It’s the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby,” He repeats, leaning forward and wrapping his strong arms around you. You let your head fall into his chest, breathing choppy as you try and calm your emotions down. “You’re safe baby, you’re safe,” Eddie coos.

“But you were trying to get me,” you whine, small and vulnerable.

He rubs your back. “i was being stupid and pulling a prank. I should’ve known it would scare you baby,” he says.

You nod into him and he squeezes you tighter. Your little sniffles make his heart ache. He kisses the top of your head before pulling back from you to look at your cute face.

“Hey,” he tries to smile at you softly, lifting a hand to rub your cheek. “Just me, little one, just me.”

You look up at him, all wet eyes and innocence. You gaze at him as if he put the stars in the sky himself, because when you slip like this, start to feel little and scared, he’s your light.

Your bottom lip is jutted out into a little pout and fuck he thinks youre just so cute. He kisses your cheek and it makes you smile, so he kisses the other. You start to giggle as he peppers kisses all over your face, making louder and louder obnoxious noises as he does so.

“I’m gonna eat this cute little face” he says, pretending to take bites out of your cheeks.

“No! Eddieeee!” you giggle, pretending to push him away. He keeps peppering you with kisses, also letting his hands roam to tickle your sides. Before you know it you’re a soft giggly mess laying on the bed with Eddie fully on top of you.

Your giggling calms down as you look up at him. He’s so pretty, so soft and kind to you. “I’m sorry baby, really,” he apologizes again, moving hair out of your face.

“I forgive you Eddie bear,” you smile, the lilt in your voice making it singsongy. “But never again please!!”

“Never again baby love,” He agrees and kisses your lips before laying on you fully.

You hum at the feeling. “I love when you lay on me. Feels so good,” you mumble under him, appreciating his weight.

He kisses your chest through your jacket. “I’ll be your personal blankie always,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

You let out a puff of air as he squeezes you, and wrap your arms around him. “My Eddie bear,” you mumble, letting your eyes close and breathe him in. Safe. Always safe with him.

His cheeks heat up. He loves that you call him that nickname so much. He nuzzles his head into you some more. “I love you baby. I’ll protect you. Always.”

And you smile knowing that it’s true, he’ll always protect you. Even if it’s from himself.

Fictober Day 1

Prompt:

"Im not begging you to stay."

"Why not?"

Stucky, angst, post-endgame

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“Don't do anything stupid ‘till I get back.”

“How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky responds, giving Steve his best smile as he pushes down the feeling of abandonment.

But Steve notices. He always does.

“Buck? You alright?” Steve asks, hand on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky swallows down the lump in his throat, shaking his head as he glances away.

“Its nothin’, Steve. Go get your girl. You owe her a dance, after all.”

Steve scoffs, shaking his head.

“You're upset I'm leaving, aren't you?”

Bucky nods and shrugs his shoulders. “Like I said. Its nothin’. I'm not gonna… I'm not begging you to stay, Steve.”

“Why not?”

That question sends chills down Bucky's spine, his thoughts pausing. But he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling that maybe he should beg for him to stay.

“Why should I?” He asks defensively. “That wouldn't be fair to you, man. You deserve to have a nice life. Who am I to prevent that?”

Bucky scoffs, glancing down at the ground, hair hanging in his face.

“After all this time, you're just gonna abandon me, Steve. What happened to ‘til the end of the line’?” His voice cracks, but he keeps going, his words barely whispers.

“Is this the end of the line?”

Those words send a chill down Steve's spine. He has to take a moment, his eyes wide as he stares at Bucky, comprehending his words.

“Buck-”

Bucky cuts him off with a shake of his head.

“Don't. Don't pity me. Don't stay just because you feel bad, Steve. I'm just dead weight. Leave me behind. You don't need me. No one does or ever will. You're not the scrawny Brooklyn kid in the alleys any more, afterall.”

Steve stares at him, heart pounding. “Bucky, don't say that about yourself. I-I'm sure you'll find a nice girl, settle down. You'l find someone who needs you, I promise.”

“But thats just it, Steve.” Bucky says, looking up at him, voice broken, eyes hardened. “I need you. I love you, Steve. I don't want no nice girl. I want you. Its always been you.”

Oh. The realization hits Steve like a shock of lightning, pieces clicking together in his mind as he thinks back on the old days, when it was just him and Bucky.

The way Bucky would always look at him like he hung the moon. Or how he remembered even the simplest things about him, things no one else did. Or how his eyes lit up everytime he walked into the room. It explains it all.

“Bucky, I-”

Steve scrambles for words, heart shattering. *How could he have not known? Is it too late?*

“James. Look at me, man.” He says, fingers reaching out to cup his cheek, Bucky's eyes widening at the gesture. “I never thought… I never thought you liked me like that. I was just that scrawny kid you took care of. Plus, at that time, it wasn't exactly sociable acceptable, now was it?”

Bucky shakes his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nah, it wasn't.”

“Exactly. So I brushed it off, Buck. I found someone I liked. I tried to ignore the feelings I had for you. That I still have for you.”

Bucky's breath hitches, eyes widening.

“I'll stay, Buck. Just promise me one thing.” Bucky nods at Steve's words, eyes on his.

“Don't keep somethin’ like this from me again.”

Fictober Day 7

Prompt @urfriendlywriter

Lazy kisses in the morning that starts with a grunt. One pulling the other closer as they try to get up, lazily pressing kisses all over their face. Ends with a hoarse whisper asking them to stay.

Steddie, fluff, sleepy mornings

Eddie wakes up in Steve's arms after a night together, sun peeking through the blinds of his window, their legs tangled together. He sighs, kissing Steve's cheek before moving to get up.

Steve grunts, pulling Eddie closer. Eddie starts to protest, but Steve interjects, pressing gentle kisses over his face.

“Steve, we gotta get up.” Eddie protests, but Steve persists, looking up at him sleepily.

“Please stay.” He whispers, voice hoarse, throat dry. “Just stay for a couple more minutes, okay?”

Eddie gives in with a soft smile, laying back down as he pulls Steve to his chest, nuzzling his face into his hair, arms around him.

“Happy now, sweetheart?” He asks, running a hand through Steve's soft hair. Steve nods with a content sigh, pressing his face into Eddie's shoulder, warm breath hitting the bare skin.

Eddie shivers from the feeling, smiling down at the sleepy boy in his arms, heart warming. He watches Steve slowly wake up fully, his eyes full of warmth for him.

“Good morning, clingy boy.” He teases, kissing Steve's cheek, making him flush.

“Good mornin’, Eds.” Steve mumbles, stretching out his legs, toes poking out from the edge of the blanket. “Breakfast?”

Eddie nods and starts to sit up, pressing a chaste kiss to Steve's lips before getting up fully, stretching his arms out in the air, tshirt riding up at the action and showing off the soft trail of brown hairs going down his stomach and disappearing underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Pancakes?” He asks, heading toward the door, glancing back for confirmation. Steve nods and watches Eddie leave the room, a content smile on his lips.

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[OUTDATED INFO] Ron DeSantis just kidnapped a 13-year old boy.

UPDATE: This information is outdated. There have been some revelations regarding the situation, please watch this video for the update. I would also like to remind everyone that I did not and do not intend to mislead – I made this post with only Jones’ tweets to go off of three hours after the incident.

Outdated/original info under the line

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Earlier this evening, at around 7 PM CT U.S., Rebekah Jones (notably one of DeSantis’ biggest political enemies right now) underwent a raid on her home by state police.

Guns were pointed in the face of her 13-year old son, Jack. They arrested him under the charges of digital terrorism and “on state orders.”

They are refusing to let him go home and they are refusing to let Jones see him.

These are her screenshots recounting the incident from earlier tonight. They were taken at 10:23 PM CT U.S.

Reblog. I don’t care who you are, reblog this. We have to make sure that this doesn’t get buried – it’s already happening.

Why do pro lifers show you a picture of an embryo and be like "THIS is what you're killing". Bitch ew I don't think we were meant to see that shit. What the fuck is that thing. Are you fucking kidding me it's just in there like that? Do you see how fucking terrifying that is. If I ever get pregnant this shit will haunt my nightmares just knowing that's what it looks like. Looking unblinkingly unseeingly at my insides. 🤮 Get out!!!!!!!

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