mouthporn.net
#markers and magnets – @crispychrissy on Tumblr
Avatar

Fluff. Angst. Smut. The three food groups.

@crispychrissy / crispychrissy.tumblr.com

I'm Chrissy! I'm 32, female, and not really sure what's going on anymore. I make gifs of shows and movies, so search through my archive if you're in need! I'm a mythology nerd with a strong kink for tall, dark, and broody men with killer smiles. I currently write only Marvel fanfic, but I did previously write for Supernatural and all stories are on my masterlist. NOTE: I no longer post any of my stories on Tumblr due to the horrible post editor and their consistent inaction regarding stolen work, so please visit me on Ao3 to stay up-to-date on new content. MY TUMBLR MASTERLIST
Avatar

Markers and Magnets

Summary: An awkward drunken interaction with Bucky brings to light how he feels about his arm. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic) Word Count: 2151 Warnings: Angst, alcohol induced awkwardness, language, literally so much fluff you’re going to need a bigger boat A/N: Another idea that came from daydreaming, I’m really proud of how this turned out and this is something I would definitely do! This was beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology, gif made by me. Enjoy!

“Y/N?”

“Ya-huh.”

“What’re you doing?”

Blinking up at Bucky, you shrug, taking another sip of your drink before returning your attention to Bucky’s metal arm. “Magnets.”

“I can see that.” Bucky twists his upper body slightly to watch you closer, balancing his beer bottle on his knee. “But why?”

“Y’arm… it’s shiny and deserves decorations,” you slur, pushing the outrageously bright pink magnet of a flower up the side of his arm toward the red star on his shoulder. “I didn’t think they’d stick. What’s this thing made of?”

“I don’t… really remember,” Bucky says through his clenched teeth. “Never got to ask, and it’s not like I want to read my Hydra file and hope there’s something in there about what metal alloy they used.”

The noise of people talking in the area you were sitting in is suddenly a lot quieter, but your alcohol hazed brain doesn’t register the sudden quiet, the tense muscles in Bucky’s body, nor the tension in his voice.

“Yeah, I get it, but you’d think they wouldn’t want it to be magnetic, right?” You bring your drink up to your face, miss your mouth, and let out a giggled snort as you focus your crossed eyes on the blurry cup in your hand and bring it slowly to your mouth to drink. “Got any hidden compartments that you can hide snacks in?” You poke a finger around the silver plates with squinted eyes.

You are using an unsupported browser and things might not work as intended. Please make sure you're using the latest version of Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or Edge.
mouthporn.net