As the title states. A collection of all things Bucky. With a dash of Steve Roger's tossed in occasionally.
Clean, fluffy, stories starring Y/n, or first person POV.
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*Trigger warning: Eating disorder.*
Ps: Can we talk about long-haired Bucky-
Pps: My kitten helped me write this haha. (More like wanted her pats)
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You stare at your phone screen. Reel after reel flashes by as you scroll through them anxiously. You like the occasional cat video or food asmr one here and there. You look at the time at the top of your screen. 4:55. Nearly time for your boyfriend to get home. You wondered what kind of mood he was going to be in today. If you were lucky he wouldn't remind you about how he supposedly saved you from your manipulative father. Some days you really think moving back in with your dad doesn't sound so bad. You cringe when you hear the door to your apartment. You hear the thud of your boyfriend tossing his bag on the bench in the front hall. You walk into the kitchen and pour coffee into two mugs. You mix the cream and sugar into his and add vanilla creamer to your own. Jackson appear in the doorway, "Usually you come greet me."
You smile and hand him his mug, "I'm sorry honey. I lost track of time.'
He sips his coffee, "Doing what exactly? Scrolling tinder?"
"Nope, cat videos," You reply to his icy remark. You grab some cookies from the cupboard.
"Are you sure you need those?" Jackson looks at the treats in your hand.
You give him a confused look as you pass him the cookies.
"You've just put on some weight lately."
You look down at yourself. You sip your coffee once before Jackson leaves the room and then pour it out into the sink. You make pasta for Jackson and leave it on the counter. You scurry to your room and collapse on your bed. You hear your boyfriend shuffling around in the bathroom next door. You grab a book from your shelf. Then you sit cross legged on your bed and begin to read. You try to keep your mind on the story but as soon as the shower water shuts off you fake it. You hear Jackson walk down the hall. He opens your door, "Hey."
"Hey," You say watching him as he dried off his hair.
He comes over and sits on the bed, "So are you just going to sit there and read or are you going to be my girlfriend?"
You put the book down, "What did you have in mind."
Jackson leans forward and kisses you. You want to stop but if you did he would know. Jackson kisses you harder. He pushes you over so you're on your back. You try gently pushing him off. He doesn't stop. Jackson slips his hand under your shirt taking the end of your top with it. You pull back, "No stop."
"Oh come on," He groans, "I've waited long enough."
"Jackson get off me," You push against his chest. He's too strong for you. You manage to get your leg up and slam it into his ribs.
