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babydoll ⋆.𐙚 ̊

cw: age gap

He feels like a creep. Plain and simple. Bucky knows that any woman would be considered “younger”, but you just take the cake. He momentarily feels how hot hell is when you delicately push his hair to the side, clipping in into place with pastel beret. The rest of it gathered into a cutesy scrunchie. “Okay, this one is for wrinkles.” You say, clambering onto his lap. His girl isn’t the most graceful.

The bottle makes him grimace, but the feel of your cute butt in his lap makes it tolerable. He has wrinkles older than you—yikes. “It smells.” He grumbles as he feels you rub skincare product into his skin. “It’s supposed to be lilies!” You say lightly patting his cheek. “This is stupid.” He deadpans, he wraps his arms around your middle when you loop your arms around his shoulders. “It’s not stupid, you’ll thank me someday mister.” You chide very seriously, yelping when he smacks your side. It’s not fair, when you pout like that he wants to kiss you senseless. “Don’t call me mister, ‘m not some stranger you little brat.” He grumbles, being particularly gentle as he slides his cool metal arm under your shirt, just over your tummy. “Sorry baby.” You croon, taking the moment to steal a kiss.

His mental crisis is not helped by the pet name. Baby? If anything you’re the baby here, he gives you a look, it makes you laugh. He finds you to be soothing. You’re a modern woman sure, but those little pj’s you have on with your hair all done up in rollers make him remember a simpler time. He’ll deal with the weird glances whenever you two walk down the street together. He’s not embarrassed anymore to pad over and ask you whatever slang word he’s picked up while people watching. Best of all, he’s finally stopped being stubborn about using his reading glasses to read your texts and see all the cute little selfies you send him.

You pat lotion into his skin, and smile at him. He kisses you, scratching you with stubble. It’s a welcomed itch. When you pull away and kiss the tip of his nose he can’t help but squeeze you. You make him want to smother you. It’s the same when you hear a kitten mew or a baby coo. He likes the feeling. He likes you.

a/n: its almost been an entire month LOL anyways… i think dating a woman under the age of 35 would send bucky into crisis mode and make him feel like a total scumbag (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

credit to @aquazero for dividers

𓋹 i need this man so bad 𓋹

𓋹 warnings: fluff, comfort, crying, established relationship,

𓋹 prompt/summary: bucky comforting you after an exhausting week of feeling pushed away and useless.

𓋹 ''bucky speaking" - "reader speaking"

𓋹 word count: 479

𓋹 not proofread

"shh.. ive got you doll.." bucky whispered softly against your hair.

you'd had the worst week, it felt like all everyone did was bitch at you for doing something wrong.

you had tried to ignore it, told yourself that maybe they were having bad days too.

all you were trying to do was help, and everyone pushed you away.

you felt useless.

so now, sitting in your shared apartment, you cant help but cling to your boyfriend, sobbing against his chest.

"let it out baby.. im here." his words were like heaven compared to the hell of a week you'd had.

his flesh hand runs along your thigh, his touch gentle and soothing as his bionic arm holds your head to his chest, toying with your hair.

your arms are wrapped around his neck. youre sat nicely in his lap on your shared couch, knees curled to your chest.

the tv plays whatever's on in the background, not mattering much anyway as the sound is drowned out by your sobbing.

he feels his chest tighten at your sobs, pulling you impossibly closer.

he breathes steadily as he kisses your head, the cold metal of his hand moving to cup your cheek and tilt your head to look at him.

he feels a wave of guilt wash over him as he sees your tear stained cheeks, eyes red and puffy from crying, and the small pout set on your lips.

his thumb brushes a tear away before he speaks.

"youre so strong, doll. i know you are." his voice is so soft, so fragile, as if he speaks any louder he might break you.

he leans forward to kiss your nose, lips moving around your face as if worshipping you softly.

you sniffle as he does so, shifting on his lap when he pulls away.

he cant help but admire your face, how beautiful you look even after being so upset.

"i love you, baby."

"i love you, buck.."

he curls you against his chest again, relishing in the sounds of your sweet breathing.

"buck..?" you speak sweetly as you look up at him.

"yeah doll?"

"can we watch a show..?" your words come out broken from sobbing.

"of course." he speaks softly as he shifts you to face the tv, your back pressed against his chest.

his flesh arm wraps around your waist, the other picking up the remote and putting on your favorite show.

of course he remembered.

you relax into his arms, sniffling every once in awhile, still trying to hold back tears.

his arms wrap around you instinctively tighter, watching as you try to pay attention to the show.

he lets out a sigh as he relaxes against the couch, head still filled with anger and guilt for you.

safe to say whoever made his baby feel like this, will be getting a 'talking to' tomorrow..

𓋹 tag-list: @angeldoll1e @vanillahrt

𓋹 thank you @arminsumi & @lifeisliving for the banners! as well as @angeldoll1e for the idea of this account.

I wanted to post something but I don't have anything else atm so Bucky, welcome again

crying this is so real

whenever i have an idea or think of a good line for a fic i make a draft

now i have 10 drafts staring at me and idk which one to write first bc im excited to write them all but im also JUST A GIRL!!!

maap?

meep

moop

i know everyone considers tony to be the fandom bicycle but i would humbly like to offer up:

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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They’re holding him open for me trust