Why does the bottom left gif look like he's holding someone else's hand?!?! Like, I don't know, his son PETER??????

When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 46

Hey, look what I finally got to do!!  No lie, it felt like a great big hug when I finally got to sit and write.  I have a paper due in 10 hours and 5 minutes that I haven’t started?  What?  I don’t know what you’re talking about, ha ha ha…

Plot:  When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe.

This will eventually be a is a reader x Bucky fic. The reader, by the way, is a civilian. No super powers, no fighting skills, and by no means perfect.  

Word count: 3081

Warnings:

For the entire work:  Language (I have a potty mouth), violence, and angst.  This will probably get pretty dark later on, and there will be smut.  If that’s not your thing, you may want to avoid this story.

Additional warnings specific to this part: Mentions of guns, violence, death,panic/anxiety, and injury    If I need to add anything else, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.  If you don’t want me to publish the ask, I won’t, or you can feel free to do it as a Nonnie.  I will not take offense to any trigger warning requests.   Your well-being is important to me and I do NOT want to trigger anyone.

***I do not own any of the lyrics/music in this story, so please don’t sue me for using them***

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Previously on WEMtbB:

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles when he reluctantly breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.  “I know this isn’t the time or place, I just needed to feel you, to convince myself that I’m really here with you.”

You huff a quiet laugh in response as your fingers caress his scruff. “Don’t be, I was just thinking the exact same thing.“

You each hold the other, taking the opportunity to breathe each other in. Like all good things, it can’t last nearly long enough.  

Bucky pulls away, but remains close enough to maintain bodily contact.  “I need to check in with Stark, Sweetheart.  We’re getting you out of here tonight.”

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AAAAAHHHHHH! Oh my Cass, I can't word right now, but I'll try.

Firstly the beginning of this was everything I needed. Finally together. PRAISE. Oh my goodness but way to leave me on a cliffhanger! It fine I'm just hyperventilating...

I'm both Nick and Jess, right now.

When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 43

Oh boy.

Fair warning - this chapter sucks ass.  I didn’t do much in the way of editing, both because I’ve been short on time and wanted to get this out today, and also because it sucks ass.  If you’re in a bummer kind of mood, do not read this now.  Save it for later.  When you do read it, have some fluff ready.  This chapter and the next are the ‘rock bottom’ of this story, but you know what they say about rock bottom, right?  Yes, that is me trying to give you hope.  No, it will probably not help much.  But seriously.  This chapter sucks ass.  Read AND HEED the warnings. *throws the story on Tumblr and goes to hide*

Plot:  When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe.

This will eventually be a is a reader x Bucky fic. The reader, by the way, is a civilian. No super powers, no fighting skills, and by no means perfect.  

Word count: 3985 (does this make up for my absence???)

Warnings:

For the entire work:  Language (I have a potty mouth), violence, and angst.  This will probably get pretty dark later on, and there will be smut.  If that’s not your thing, you may want to avoid this story.

Additional warnings specific to this part: CHARACTER DEATH, violence, physical assault, injury, mentions of blood, death scene    If I need to add anything else, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.  If you don’t want me to publish the ask, I won’t, or you can feel free to do it as a Nonnie.  I will not take offense to any trigger warning requests.   Your well-being is important to me and I do NOT want to trigger anyone.

***I do not own any of the lyrics/music in this story, so please don’t sue me for using them***

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WEMtbB Masterlist

Previously on WEMtbB:

The sounds of your crying make you oblivious to the door unlocking and opening, and you jump when you hear him speak.

“You’re gonna have a black eye.”  It’s Bucky’s voice, but there’s no hint of Bucky in it.  It’s disconcerting.

Scrambling to sit up as you wipe away your tears, you see that he’s holding something out to you. It takes you a second to focus before you realize that it’s a zip top bag filled with crushed ice.

“Thank you.”  It comes out as a cross between a hiccup and a mumble; he doesn’t react as you take the bag and press it to your throbbing cheek.

You certainly hadn’t anticipated that he was leaving to get you an icepack.  You also didn’t anticipate his next moves; the Soldier turns to lock the door before grabbing the chair from the vanity and pulling it next to the door.  He sits down, crosses his arms and extends his legs.  Seemingly comfortable, he closes his empty eyes.  Apparently he’s staying awhile.  

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No, no, no, NO! CASS. I’m in freaking tears! How could you?? Of all the people there… It’s not fair!!!

IM DYING!!

Send help!

You guys I’ve just realized that I haven’t written a Sam Wilson fic!!! I mean, he’s been in a few of the ones I’ve written but he’s never been in the pairing. Send me some sentance prompts to fill this void! Let’s give Sam some love, y'all! If I get too many I’ll either combine them or turn some into short drabbles but either way I’d love your help! (Also, a reminder that this is a smut free blog so let’s keep it modest people.)