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ׂ╰┈➤ FALLOUT

ೃ⁀➷ Cooper Howard

how about a nuke? 𖤓જ⁀➴

the end of the beginning ✬ʚɞ

in love crazy ft. Barb

ׂ╰┈➤ MARVEL

ೃ⁀➷ Bucky Barnes

paranormal love જ⁀➴

ׂ╰┈➤ FNAF

ೃ⁀➷ Mike Schmidt

haunted past 𝕯

Ugh I need some good fic recs of Bucky being winter soldier PLEASE!!! I am BEGGING 😭

Cynophobia (Bucky x M!Reader)

Trigger warning: Mentions of blood, implied dog attacks.

It wasn't supposed to be much of anything. Just get in, get it done, get out, nothing more. But the moment the 'winter solider' walked in, things seemed to get out of hand instantly.

Suddenly, he was running as fast as he could down a hall, his heart pounding in his ears. Blood poured from a new open wound on his leg, but he was so hyped up on adrenaline that he didn't even notice.

He could hear them, the growling, the roar-like barking, the sounds of their paws hitting the ground as they rushed after him. He stole a glance for only a moment, seeing the blood-shot beady eyes, the saliva, and sharp fangs still coated in red. It was like he was being pursued by demons!

Finally, his leg caved in under him. As his head hit the ground, blood started to seep from his nose. He looked up just in time to see the four monsters leap for him and-.

Bucky awoke with a start, jerking himself up into a sitting position as his mind reeled and his heart raced. It took him a moment to register where he was as he realized the mattress was drenched in sweat.

He took in a deep breath, the following exhale trembled as a shiver ran through his body. He could practically feel their hot breath on his skin again as he reflexively gripped his leg. The bite was gone, nothing but a slight mark left behind that was barely visible. Though knowing that didn't make it any easier to swallow with the lump in his throat.

He got up from his bed and left the room, wandering down the halls of the tower until he found himself in the kitchen. He took a glass, but as he went to get some water, he paused. God, how much better he'd feel if he had a strong shot right now.

It wasn't good to do it, he knew that, but waking up in a cold sweat after being reminded of one of the most terrifying moments of his life? It made the taste of Tony's stash of liquor seem so sweet.

He turned, convincing himself that he wasn't actually going to take any; he was just going to look. 

"What are you doing up so late?" (Y/N) was suddenly standing in the doorway. It never ceased to amaze him how easily this guy could just appear without being detected; Almost like he had some kind of silent teleportation.

"Nothing." Bucky muttered. "Just getting a drink." The man leaning against the doorway raised an eyebrow.

"...Then get one." He nodded towards the sink, clearly very aware of what Bucky was about to do. Bucky sighed, turning to do just that as (Y/N) continued. "What's wrong? You look like you were running from the grim reaper."

"Nightmare." Bucky's voice was hoarse, his body was covered in sweat, and he had deep bags under his eyes. All of that came from a nightmare? Definitely not what (Y/N) expected. (Y/N) uncrossed his arms and walked a bit closer, letting his steps sound as not to spook him when he reached out.

Bucky felt (Y/N)'s hand gently touch his shoulder as he practically inhaled the water. "It was about your time as the soldier, wasn't it?" An exasperated sigh left Bucky's lips, putting the glass on the counter.

"What else would it be about?"

"Maybe your fear of dogs?"

"I don-" Before Bucky could get the words out of his mouth, he paused. He looked back at (Y/N), who gave him a little smile back. "How did you-?"

"I make it a point to learn all I can about my co-workers. Especially the good-looking ones." Bucky rolled his eyes. "You're pretty secretive about that in particular, though; It kinda makes me wonder why." Bucky turned, attempting to pass (Y/N), only to be blocked with an arm to the opposite shoulder. Bucky looked to find a surprisingly empathetic expression on his usually sarcastic and childish face. "Y'know, this type of thing just proves something." Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Monsters can't feel fear, neither can weapons. So, since you're afraid of something, that just proves you're more than that."

Bucky's expression morphed a few times but settled on a subtle smile. "Besides." (Y/N) added with a chuckle, "It's nice to know that all we have to do to snap you out of it is throw a pomeranian at your ass." As bad-taste as that joke might've been, Bucky couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. Bucky and (Y/N) split in opposite directions as they entered the hallway. "G'night, tin man!"

"Goodnight." Suddenly, the nightmare was far from his mind. The joke about Bucky's fear forcing away the panic and the comment about it proving his humanity made him feel... better. ----------------------------------------------------------

Author’s note: My very first time writing for Bucky, how’d I do?