When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 52

You guys are the absolute best, most patient readers ever.  Thank you so, so, so much for waiting on this, and like every other slow update over the past year and a half that my life has been a raging dumpster fire.  I love you all.  

Also I am a needy carrot that needs love and affirmation please send love and affirmation

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: 2431

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: Tooth rotting domestic fluff, some angst if you squint.  PTSD mentions/symptom descriptions.

***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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Bucky joins you in the bathroom a few minutes later with a pile of clothes for you both.  “Take as long as you need, Sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around you.  “Just keep in mind that every time your stomach growls, I’m gonna think you’re ready to pass out.  You’ve had IV fluids but haven’t eaten since we were on the jet.”

You smile at his reflection in the mirror as you lean into him, intensely grateful for how much he cares for you and for getting back these little moments with him.   “I won’t take too long, I promise.  I just want to get comfortable.”

Eyes soft, he nods.

You both exhale.

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I feel like I can finally breathe again. I know they have a lot to deal with but this really is a relationship for the books. I just know they'll make it.

I am so happy to see Bucky trying to make things as normal as possible for her. And I'm glad they're eating again, the mom in me just about screamed.

Miss Kiddo. 😂 That's just about the cutest thing!

Bravo as always, lovely! I cant wait to see that date!!

When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 49

So when summer vacation started, I seriously thought I would finish this series before school started again.  Ahahahahahahaha nope.

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: 3497

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: Not much…this is actually kind of a filler chapter to get from point A to B.  Anxiety, PTSD, mentions of injuries.  Mention of completely justified murder.

***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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You know damn well that you can open up to him, and you will, but right now you’re just too fragile. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll put you back together when you break, but you’re just not quite ready to do it yet.  You’ve been free for less than 12 hours – everything is too fresh, too close.

As he presses a kiss into your hair, you know that he knows what you can’t say, and you know that his tender kiss is a silent promise to be there for you when you’re ready.

With his strong heartbeat for a lullaby, you allow yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Unghh. He's just so dang perfect to her! Gosh, the reunion with her boys is gonna make me cry, isn't it?

I literally pterodactyl screeched when I say you posted. My phone notification looked like this; "Tumblr: Cassiopieassky posted a text post: Wh" and I KNEW!! I LIVE for these characters and I'm so happy to see an new chapter.

Thank you for posting, dear!! Here's to a stress free semester!

When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 48

Look ma, another update!

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: 4828

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: Not much…mentions of blood.  Maybe some anxiety.  Sass because she’s resilient af.  Fluff.  You’re welcome.

***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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“Maybe we just leave it in there.  Her artery should eventually heal around it,” Sam muses as he does God knows what.

“No…they coat their bullets in lead.  If they cannot cause death they are usually more than happy to cause suffering.”

“Bastards.  Well, we’ll have to worry about that after we get her home.”

Home.

You try to focus on that word, on home, instead of their talk of clamps, needles, potential avascular necrosis, and blood transfusions.

The word echoes as consciousness fades.

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FINALLY!! For the love! This is the reunion I needed!! ...did I say me? I meant them. The reunion they needed. ...Oops.

Seriously though, this was perfect. It was painful but comforting, serious and funny, sad and happy. Brilliant. Perfection. I'm so glad the sun is out again!

When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 47

I’m so sorry guys…this has been a long time coming.

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: 2693

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,  threats of physical/sexual assault, 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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The bike slows, and you realize there’s a paved road ahead of you.  He pauses before cautiously turning onto the road, constantly checking his mirrors as he goes.  You can feel him relax the tiniest bit after another minute goes by, but then he tenses right back up as a bright light suddenly appears on your right.  There are a few loud cracks before you realize that a car is the source of the light, and then a quick, sharp pain in your right thigh causes you to flinch as headlights flood behind you.

Bucky speeds up and guides the bike back into the woods, turning sharply to avoid a tree before you see his head turn and do a double take as he increases his speed once again. Following the direction of whatever had captured his attention, you see a dark spot growing on your leg.  You can barely feel it, but you can see it well enough with the headlights still following you.

You’ve been shot.

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AAAHHHHHH! CASS!!

Oh my goodness! I'm so proud of Bucky!! There is so much about this that I love but I still have so many questions! Who came for help them? Who is she? Sandy blonde hair?? I know another sweet child who had sandy blonde hair? IS IT SO CASS??

I really enjoyed the visual you gave of her view of the fight when Tony gets her out of there. I could really see that and it was so cool!

Once again you've got me hanging on every word. Brilliantly done, Brilliantly done.