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Season 1 Birthday 🖤❤️‍🩹 · Summary - You're rubber, he's glue. You're oil, he's water. He doesn't know when to stop being an asshole, and you're just trying to make sure he has a great birthday. Drinking Buddies 💕 · Summary - A drink between coworkers, what could possibly go wrong? The Secret Apartment 💕 · Summary - Bucky hates secrets. Finding out one of yours might just drive him crazy. Fond of You 💕 · Summary - He doesn't like you. No, that was too strong a word. He also doesn't not like you. That was too harsh. He's - well, he's fond of you. From Friends To This 💕🫶 · Summary - There's nothing Bucky hates when things don't go exactly according to plan. There's nothing he hates more than accidents, except when you went from friends to this. It's In The Past 🖤❤️‍🩹 · Summary - You've got a dark past - and there's some scars that may just never heal. And though you'll never forget those dark days, how could you live in them when you've got such a beautiful future waiting for you? Snow Day 💕 · Summary - Snow isn't the only thing in the air when it comes to you and Bucky. Illiterate 🖤❤️‍🩹 · Summary - You're more than the screw-up. You're more than the stupid, illiterate Avenger. At least, you're pretty sure you are. Jealousy, Jealousy 💕 · Summary - Beware the green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on, or however that saying goes. But Bucky swears it's not jealousy mocking him, it's just John Walker and the fact that he can't take a hint. Nightmare 🖤❤️‍🩹 · Summary - It's rare that Mr. Sandman brings you anything but bad dreams, but tonight, he brings you the cutest you've ever seen.

Season 2 I Miss You Like It Was The Very First Night❤️‍🩹🫶 · Summary - Your friends say they know what you're going through, they know you miss him. They weren't there, they didn't read the note on the Polaroid picture, they weren't riding in the car when you both fell, they don't know you miss him like that very first night. Twitter 💕 The Compound Conspiracy 💕 Sick 💕❤️‍🩹 The Aquarium 💕💡 Kidnapped 🖤 Cat's Cradle 💕 Getting To Know Them 💕 · Summary - OTP prompts for our OTP Forced Proximity 💕 Valentine's Day 💕 The Scary One 💕 Forever Winter 🖤❤️‍🩹🫶 The Parachute Problem 💕

Season 3 Defining The Relationship 💕💡 Game Night 💕 5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) 💕 5 + 1 (Angst Edition) 🖤 A Bad Day 🖤❤️‍🩹 Secret Moments In A Crowded Room 💕🫶 The Winter Soldier (Part 1) 🖤 💡 The Winter Soldier (Part 2) 🖤❤️‍🩹💡 The Walk Of Shame 💕 Is This The End Of All The Endings? 💕🫶

Season 4 The Karaoke Bar 💕💡 The First Birthday 💕 There's Nothing Like Doing Nothing With You 💕 The Bake Sale (Part 1) 💕💡 The Bake Sale (Part 2) 💕💡 Driver's License 💕💡 The Clearance Conundrum 💕 Kiss and Tell 💕 The Pet Predicament 💕💡 The Pet Predicament (Part 2) 💕 A Blue Christmas ❤️‍🩹 💕 The First Anniversary 💕 · Sam Wilson Is A Good Friend (The First Anniversary Drabble)💕 💡 New Years Day ❤️‍🩹 💕 🫶 My Funny Valentine 💕 Battle of The Babysitter ❤️‍🩹💕💡 Bleeding Time 🖤❤️‍🩹💡 Sweet Nothing 💕 The Grumpy Sunshine Alphabet 💕 The Birds and The Bees 💕💡 · Summary: Falling in love is easy, as natural as breathing, so why is talking about it so embarrassing? The GED · Summary: There's more than one way to be smart. Or so you've been told. But how on Earth do you go about proving that you're not (the stupid, illiterate Avenger) dumb? Timeless 💡🫶❤️‍🩹💕 · Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.

Angst - 🖤 Hurt/Comfort - ❤️‍🩹 Tooth Rotting Fluff - 💕 Requested - 💡 Part of the Inspired By Taylor Swift Series - 🫶

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"Two Sides of The Same Coin" Chapter List

The Grumpy x Sunshine Series story! AO3⏐Wattpad⏐Two Sides Of The Same Coin Playlist

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Chapter 1 - Welcome To New York Chapter 2 - State of Grace Chapter 3 - Ready for It? Chapter 4 - Holy Ground Chapter 5 - Wonderland Chapter 6 - It’s Nice To Have A Friend Chapter 7 - The Archer Chapter 8 - Mad Woman Chapter 9 - I Did Something Bad Chapter 10 - Hoax Chapter 11 - So It Goes… Chapter 12 - Delicate Chapter 13 - Mirrorball Chapter 14 - We Were Happy Chapter 15 - A Place In This World Chapter 16 - Everything Has Changed Chapter 17 - The Joker and The Queen Chapter 18 - I’m Only Me When I’m With You Chapter 19 - The Outside Chapter 20 - Bad Blood Chapter 21 - Nothing New Chapter 22 - Safe and Sound Chapter 23 - Dancing With Our Hands Tied Chapter 24 - You Are In Love Chapter 25 - Peace Chapter 26 - Invisible String Chapter 27 - False God Chapter 28 - Exile Chapter 29 - Renegade Chapter 30 - Out Of The Woods Chapter 31 - Long Live Chapter 32 - Last Kiss Chapter 33 - Come Back…Be Here Chapter 34 - Breathe Chapter 35 - All Too Well Chapter 36 - Don’t Blame Me Chapter 37 - Evermore Chapter 38 - Long Story Short (Epilogue) Chapter 39 - Daylight (Epilogue) Chapter 40 - Begin Again (Prologue) Chapter 41 - Welcome To New York (Outtake) Chapter 42 - Treacherous (Outtake) Chapter 43 - Enchanted (Outtake) Chapter 44 - This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Outtake) Bonus Chapter (Wedding Fluff) - Going To The Chapel And They’re Gonna Get Married The Interrogation Even More Outtakes AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

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Imagine Firefighter!Bucky taking you in after a fire at your apartment building

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  ｡✭･ﾟ

You and Bucky have been friends ever since your friend dragged you to her boyfriend's work Christmas party, claiming she’d be so bored without you there.

Bullshit, 'cause everyone was so sweet and easy to talk to. Bored your ass - and speaking of asses - all the guys had pretty nice ones.

So, it just happened that you became part of their little friend group of your friend, her boyfriend, Bucky, and some other firefighters from the station.

But Bucky was definitely the one you were closest to.

Any time you’d say your goodbyes he’d say some good-natured firefighter wisdom like: “remember to stop, drop, and roll!” With that cheery smile of his.

Yes, he’s a flirt.

Of course, you never thought they’d come in handy one day.

But, of course, you’d ended up in many situations, in which they actually saved lives. And, of course, for some miraculous reason, Bucky was ALWAYS the firefighter on call.

Somebody threw a lit cigarette into a trash can - you were there when it nearly exploded

Somebody chose to extinguish a burning fryer with water at McDonald’s - your fries did not make it

A random cat decided to get stuck in a tree - you were the virtuous pedestrian to call 911

And Bucky would always tease you about how bad luck followed where you went, or how he’d always have a job as long as you were alive

But you knew he’d never mean it with any harm - he just liked to tease you

So when he got a call about a fire at your address, he made sure to be the first one in the fire truck

And when he arrived he’d search the crowd for you and make sure you were okay

And he would even push Steve on his way to your apartment to be the one to check if everything was fine

Of course, it wasn’t - because apparently that bad luck slur had some truth to it

None of your stuff got destroyed, but the captain said it was too dangerous for you to move back in until the floors were checked for any further damage (yes it was that stupid annoying kid from the apartment below yours)

And as soon as that information came through, Bucky was already next to you with a bag full of your clothes and his spare keys dangling before your eyes

You’d talk to him later about going through your underwear drawer, but for now you were just happy you had somewhere to sleep

Unfortunately, though, that night's sleep didn’t come to you easily

You kept jerking awake, dreaming of fires in your apartment and waking up startled and confused when you weren’t surrounded by familiar walls

So the third time you’d woken up and almost knocked a lamp over, Bucky was already in the doorway picking you up and carrying you off to his bed

You wanted to complain - you really did- but it was so warm and cozy, and you were so tired, it must have slipped your mind

You woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee the next morning and a dashing smiley (and shirtless) Bucky

As a thank you, you offered to make pancakes and Bucky was proud of himself for dragging you home with him

The following mornings were pretty much the same, with you waking up tangled in each other, preparing breakfast, and just living in purely innocent and domestic bliss

Which was why you didn’t mind when the fire department called and Bucky told you the move-in date back to your apartment would be postponed for a while longer

And actually, maybe Bucky just told you that because he liked the idea of your staying a little too much - just because of the pancakes, of course…

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On The Run (4)

Ex!Steve Rogers x Fem!Ex-SHIELD Agent!Reader

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Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Steve Rogers needs somewhere to stay after breaking his friends out of the Raft prison in the Atlantic. After a shocking revelation, you and Steve have to navigate your turbulent relationship while escaping from those that want to see him behind bars. (continued)

Warnings: mention of death, depiction of grief, angst (what’s new?), threat of main character murder, mention of sex (nothing explicit), weapons/guns, swearing and rude language

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: normally I would do a sneak peak before posting, but considering this is the last part and I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger last time, I figured I wouldn’t continue to torture you. I hope you enjoy the final part, thank you to everyone who has read all the way through!

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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You heard Tommy’s words perfectly clearly, ‘Captain Rogers is dead’ but your brain was refusing to register them. Your body felt numb, as if your senses all decided to stop functioning at the exact same moment so you felt nothing, except emptiness. 

“Our men tracked him down and he took one to the head. Guess a Super Soldier can be killed after all.” The sadness which had consumed his voice moments ago was now replaced with an antagonistic quality. 

“No - no he’s not.” You stated, but the pitch as your voice cracked revealed to you both that you didn’t believe your own words. It was as if an invisible set of hands seized your throat and was choking the life out of you. You could feel the airways in your chest restricting, tightening, reducing the amount of oxygen reaching your brain, suffocating you from the inside out. Your heart beat faster, trying futilely to compensate for the decreased oxygen in your blood, your mind becoming hazy, your head dizzy.

“No… I don’t believe you.” You continued, trying to convince yourself that this was not your reality. Tears burned behind your eyes, but you were determined not to let them fall. He couldn’t be dead. Not because it was a physical impossibility, but because your story wasn’t complete, there was so much more to write, stopping abruptly half way through the novel rather than with a happy ending in the last chapter. But you knew real life wasn’t a fairytale, most of the time you don’t get to choose how and when your story finishes. 

“First stage of grief is denial, Y/N.” Tommy said in a condescending tone, almost as if he was relishing in your pain. You craved for your hands to be free of the cuffs so you could punch him in the jaw or strangle him until he blacked out from the lack of oxygen. Maybe you could kick him in the balls. 

You felt like you were falling into an abyss, waiting for the crash at the bottom to end your pain or that sudden lurching feeling as you woke up from a dream, but neither came. No, this can’t be happening.

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On The Run Series Masterlist

Warnings: angst, unresolved feelings, weapons/guns, mention of death/grief, mention of sex (nothing explicit), threat of main character murder (specific warnings at the top of each part)

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Ex!Steve Rogers x Fem!Ex-SHIELD Agent!Reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Steve Rogers needs somewhere to stay after breaking his friends out of the Raft prison in the Atlantic. After a shocking revelation, you and Steve have to navigate your turbulent relationship while escaping from those that want to see him behind bars.

Series Completed: 8th November 2021

Part One (3.1k)

Part Two (4.7k)

Part Three (5.8k)

Part Four (5.4k)

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If This Is The Last Time

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky finds you bleeding out and he fears it will be his last opportunity to tell you how much he cares.

Warnings: knife wounds, blood, angst, canon level violence, swearing, hospitals

Word count: 1.3k

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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Bucky heard a scream, your scream. As he quickly rounded the corner you came into view, writhing in pain on the ground and all he could see was red. The deep red blood spilling out of the wound in your stomach, pooling at your side and the blind hot red rage distorting his perception as his fist connected with your attacker's jaw.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He yelled, the components of his metal prosthetic clicking into place as his left hand wrapped tightly around the man's throat, choking the life out of him.

“Bucky…” Your voice snapped him out of his vengeful fury and in an instant, he was by your side, applying pressure to your wound, leaving the man slumped on the ground in a fit of coughing. Sam apprehending him before he was able to make an escape.

“Stay with me alright, the medics will be here soon.” Bucky was strong, but the force he was applying wasn’t enough to stop the gushing blood - the wound was too deep.

“Buck if I don’t make it…” Your voice trembled, only loud enough for Bucky to hear. His stomach clenched - you dying in his arms wasn’t an option. The two of you had been through too much together for your story to be cut short by a Flag Smasher with a knife, he cared about you too deeply to watch you die in front him, your blood staining his hands. That would be the heartbreak he knew he wouldn't ever recover from.

“You’re gonna make it, doll. You aren’t dying on me that easy.” He choked out a forced laugh but could feel tears burning the backs of his eyes. Of all the moments in his life he could have told you how he felt, of every chance he had to detail just how much he loved you, this was the most inopportune, but it might be the last one he got.

“If I only get one pair of eyes to stare into when I go, I'm glad they’re yours.” Your words broke the dam walls and now tears were racing streams down Bucky's cheeks.

“Don't you dare give up on me Y/N, you're going to survive this.” He reassured. How could he possibly find the right words now, when his vision was compromised by the tears and his heart was beating so forcefully it felt as though it was breaking his rib cage?

“Don’t cry Buck. I’ll get to see Nat again.” You said, placing your hands on top of his comfortingly.

“Don’t say that! I need more time with you! Do you hear me? I need you. God, there’s so much I should have said, that I shouldn’t have waited until now to say, but you can’t die because I need you, Y/N.” He could hear the sound of faint sirens approaching, but he couldn’t tell how far away they were. Just a little bit longer, just hold on a little bit longer.

“I always needed you too Buck.” He wasn’t sure if the words you said were in a romantic or platonic context, but all he could focus on was the past tense you used, as if you were content with dying right here.

“Hold on for me, okay? They’re almost here. I can’t lose you.” Bucky glanced over at Sam, who gave a slight shake of his head, looking absolutely defeated. “You’re not allowed to die on me, you hear? This is not the end.” It can’t be.

The sirens and flashing lights got more prominent as the ambulance came into view. Relief spread through his chest until he looked down at you, your eyes fluttering shut.

"No, doll, keep your eyes open. Please, Y/N." You didn't move, didn't flinch as he pressed down harder on your open wound. Medics took over compression, putting you on a gurney which they slotted into the back of the ambulance.

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“Are you the men who came in with Y/N Y/L/N?” A nurse asked Bucky and Sam after they had been waiting patiently in the hospital's emergency department.

“Yes, that’s us.” Sam said anxiously as they both rose to their feet. Bucky's feet were almost numb, his shirt still soaked with your blood, still had your dried blood under his fingernails.

The nurse informed them of your condition post-surgery, all stable but still under the effects of anaesthesia. Bucky’s body flooded with relief at the news - you were still alive, the one person he needed in the world was still with him.

“Can we see her?” Bucky asked impatiently, raking his flesh hand through his hair.

“Sorry sir, family members only. You can come back in the morning during visiting hours.” The nurse smiled sadly, although Bucky contemplated it probably wasn’t the worst news she had to divulge that night.

“Please ma’am, just five minutes - she doesn’t have any family.” Sam begged, looking ready to pick an argument if he was told no.

“Oh, well, if you’re her fiancé, then I can make an exception.” She said slightly louder than what would be considered normal so her colleagues by the nurses station could hear, shooting them a wink. “Room 108.”

Bucky gently opened the door to find you sleeping in the hospital bed, steady beeps resounding throughout the room in correspondence with your heartbeat. He could see your chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, which was the most comforting sight. Even after all the wars and fighting he had been involved in over the span of his very long life, nothing came even remotely close to the pain of almost losing you.

He sat in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in his flesh one, wanting to feel the warmness of your touch, another reassurance that you were alive. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, but eventually you stirred awake.

“I told you you weren't dying on me that easy.” He smiled, standing up from the visitors seat and perching himself on the edge of the bed, where he had a better view of your gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah, but I did try my best, didn’t I?” You laughed, to only end up coughing and clutching at the wound in your abdomen.

“You remember what happened?” Bucky asked curiously, eager to know if his words had evaporated into the atmosphere, as if they had never been said in the first place.

“Most of it... Something about you being needy, or was that needing someone?” You teased, fiddling with Bucky's hand which was still protectively holding yours.

“You jest, but you said you needed me too, or don't you remember that part?” He raised his brows as he scooted closer to you, heart beating almost as quickly as earlier in the day when he found you bleeding out in the alleyway.

“It's slowly coming back to me.” You smirked as your eyes flitted towards Bucky's lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his metal hand cupping your cheek. You leant into his touch, not flinching at the cool vibranium caressing your skin, which had the potential to inflict unspeakable damage.

“I'd be a little mad if you didn't.” You smiled and Bucky's heart fluttered. You smiling up at him had to be the most beautiful sight he ever beheld. He did as you suggested and kissed you, lips parting, tongues dancing. Bucky had been waiting for this moment since he met you, and now that he was living it, he forgot everyone in the world existed except you.

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Dear January

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: While everyone else is celebrating the new year, all Bucky can think about is his resolution and you, though the two are inextricably linked.

Warnings: a little angst with discussions of Bucky’s past & references to him having PTSD, reader has empathy related powers, fluffy ending

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: banners by @vase-of-lilies, dividers by @newlips. Happy New Year everyone!! I hope 2023 is the year all your wishes and dreams come true 💜💜

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Dear January, please let the new year be kind to me.

It was nearing midnight when Bucky strayed from the festivities, sneaking away from Steve’s overprotective, hovering presence while he was distracted with one of the new recruits Natasha was attempting to set him up with.

A crowded room with loud music and dancing couples might have been his scene in the 40’s, but was far from the solitary life he enjoyed in the 21st century. Steve had insisted that the party would be a good opportunity to get to know everyone outside of a work environment, and also confirmed you would be in attendance.

If Bucky were honest, that was the only reason he had chosen to come.

This was Steve’s world and Bucky was simply a visitor - if you could call someone who had been living in Stark tower with the rest of the Avengers for more than 6 months a ‘visitor’. But this was Steve’s home, Steve’s friends, Steve’s team, and as happy as Bucky was to see his best friend adapt to these modern times and surround himself with a community of people who trusted and respected him, Bucky still felt like an outsider.

No one trusted or respected him.

Well, with the exception of Steve himself, and perhaps you, the other newest member of the team. But Bucky wasn’t sure if your kindness stemmed from wanting to make a good impression as a newcomer, or if you genuinely liked his company.

He hoped it was the latter.

Bucky’s thoughts as he descended the tower to the small, concealed area in the basement he used to get away from the bustling upper level floors, was that this new year brought a fresh start, and that’s what he needed most right now. A clean slate. To hit the reset button on life.

He knew it was arbitrary, nothing would actually reset at the tick of midnight - his troubles of December 31st would still be his January anxieties; his murderous past would continue to follow him around like a shadow, something he couldn’t simply shake off and which only became darker the more light you shed on it.

But a change in calendar year could at least come with a change in mindset. That would be the first step in achieving his New Year’s resolution and to move on with his life.

Perhaps finally forgiving himself for the atrocities his body committed without permission from his mind would be the first step in feeling like he truly belonged.

“Hey, whatcha doing all the way down here?” Bucky recognised the voice immediately - of course it would be you to find him down here. You were the only person besides Steve to care enough to notice his absence.

“How did you find me?” Bucky chose not to turn around, he didn’t want you seeing the affliction on his face it seemed only you could detect, no matter how hard he tried to mask it.

“It’s not too difficult when you have a cloud of melancholy following you around.” There were times when Bucky relished your powers, being able to sense his emotions meant he didn’t have to find the right words to vividly express how he was feeling when he didn’t have the strength to describe just how miserable and despondent the weight on his chest felt on a particular day. Though, today was not one of those occasions. “What’s wrong?”

“This is technically my first new year since the 40’s, I wasn’t sure how I’d react to the fireworks. Loud sounds sometimes still…” He trailed off, embarrassed at how pathetic it sounded when he tried to articulate that loud sounds still triggered flashbacks to events of a war which occurred eighty years ago.

The concern brimming in your eyes in response to this almost made him feel guilty for not telling you the entire truth - yes, he was concerned that the sporadic, popping sounds of the fireworks would set off one of his PTSD episodes, but what he failed to mention was he was frustrated with himself at not being able to make conversation with the team upstairs as easily as he’d have hoped.

With you it came so easy. Expressing himself to you was effortless and didn’t carry the same nervous weight as it did with everyone else. But that only made his futile efforts earlier that night all the more infuriating and discouraging.

You reached out and took hold of his hand. Even though Bucky had known you for around six months, it still surprised him every time how gentle, almost affectionate, your touch was. It made him flinch, but not in the same way physical touch usually made him recoil. He liked the feeling, he was simply not used to it. Not used to being handled like something cared about, something treasured.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be with you through the whole thing.”

The basement of Stark Tower was the depot for all previously loved items that Tony refused to throw away, so with the items on hand, you set up a blanket fort between a few old chairs, loaded with comfy pillows and sought out some old card and board games to keep the two of you occupied.

When the clock suddenly struck twelve, and the new year commenced, Bucky could barely hear the crackling sound of the fireworks from the haven of your blanket fort, even with his enhanced hearing. You said a quick ‘happy new year!’, kissed him on his cheek and went straight back into the game of uno you were teaching him to play.

He was far too engrossed enjoying his time with you, and trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, to pay any mind to what was occurring outside the four walls of the basement.

“Do you have a New Year’s resolution?” You asked as you played a draw two card. Bucky groaned in annoyance, though your cute chuckle in response to this was the real reason he had done it.

“Are you really meant to share resolutions? I thought that jinxed them.” Was what Bucky said to avoid saying his out loud.

“It’s not like a wish Buck, you can say a resolution aloud - it’s the work you put into them that makes them come true.” Bucky hesitated a moment but eventually gave in to your curious expression. He knew his aspirations would be safe with you.

“To try and be kinder to myself. Forgive myself for the deeds I was forced to commit and to remind myself what I did doesn’t define who I am now.” His statement sounded recited and even he wasn’t completely convinced by his words, so he knew you, who was privy to every inflection of emotion through his body, would not be satisfied with his answer. “That I’m not a killer anymore.” Bucky added feebly.

“James, you were never a killer.” He had seen the way his own teammates looked at him with utmost caution and terminal wariness every time he entered a room, as if they were all predicting his complete disintegration where he would revert to his brainwashed state and attempt to kill everyone in the tower. He was positive they considered him an executioner.

Bucky paused - you had never looked at him like that.

“I killed people, I’m pretty sure that makes me-”

“No it doesn’t, because that wasn’t you.” You interrupted. The ease at which these words rolled off your tongue and the steady conviction of your voice as you doubled down on your argument, prompted Bucky to think you actually believed them. “You do not hold any of the blame for what you were forced to do, you are a war veteran who fought for the freedoms of so many people, you gave your life so others could live theirs free of Hitler’s regime. You should be commended, not punished.”

“Thank you, for having that faith in me, I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“Yes you do. And I’ll always be around if you need the reminder.” You placed your second last remaining card down on the ever growing pile and claimed ‘uno’. Bucky was too preoccupied with the words you had said to continue focussing on the game.

“Always?”

“For as long as you want me to, Buck.”

“What if I wanted you around forever.” Bucky commented, chuckling slightly so you’d think he was half joking, even though he wasn’t. He bashfully broke eye contact to place a card on the central pile, but it didn’t stop his cheeks from heating like an ember.

“Then forever it is.”

Bucky was absolutely positive you were currently able to sense his feelings of deep affection and devotion for you as easy as noticing the warm sunlight on your skin during a cloudless summer day. But with the way you were earnestly smiling at him, and those kind eyes looking at him like he was all that mattered to you, he didn’t feel panicked that you knew how he felt. In fact, right here with you was the most serene he had felt since the 1940s.

As you placed your final card on the pile, a triumphant smile blossoming on your face as you won the game, he found he could not tear his eyes away from the magnificent sight.

Bucky realised in that moment he would do anything to see you smiling like that every day of his life.

The thought he actually had a remainder of a life to plan for frightened him, but if he would be able to spend it with you then he considered that a life worth living.

“Bucky?” You queried with wide eyes, scooting closer to him in the fort. His heart started pounding rapidly in his chest with anticipation - you wouldn’t have to have empathy powers to tell your proximity made him nervous.

“Mhmm.” He hummed, licking his lips as his gaze quickly averted to your own before returning to your yearning eyes, which were making the carefully constructed walls he used to keep the pain of rejection out, weaker by the millisecond.

“You know, it’s tradition to kiss at the beginning of the new year.” You stated with a contagious cheeky smile.

“I do remember that one.” He chuckled shyly, hopeful excitement buzzed in his stomach at the prospect of what was about to happen.

“I’d like for you to be my first kiss of the year.” You requested, and Bucky’s heart felt like it would explode in his chest it was beating so powerfully. “Also for you to be the only person I kiss all year, if that’s okay with you.” And with that he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Perfectly fine with me.”

You reached across the paltry space between you and tenderly placed your lips on his as your eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was tentative at first - you were allowing Bucky to set the pace, determine how deep he wanted to delve. It was Bucky’s first kiss since the 40’s, he was worried he would disappoint you, but when he felt your eager lips against his, it gave him the confidence to go all in.

Reaching across the space between you, Bucky pulled you into his lap, simultaneously silently asking permission to explore your mouth with his tongue, which you freely gave him.

Your bodies pressed together, your hands pulling you ever closer to him, was the unexpected, yet perfect way to start to the new year.

Dear January, thank you for already making this year better than my last.

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the day was long. not just for you, but for daryl too. you had been out on a supply run with rosita and glenn, going through each house in a small neighborhood you had come across a few weeks back. in the last house you went searching through, you spotted a shiny, red altoid tin. after picking it up and shaking it for a moment, you flip the lid open to see its contents. four joints all rolled in dark brown paper. Without even lifting the tin closer, a familiar, almost piney smell filled your nose. you smiled to yourself and slipped it into your pack. 

daryl had been out recruiting all day, but his only thought was you. he hated when you had to go on runs without each other. there was no way he could ensure your safety being so far away. don’t get me wrong, daryl knows you can hold your own. he just never wants you to feel hopeless or alone. however, rosita and glenn were two people daryl knew he could trust to look after you in his absence. he knew they would have your back if shit went down. even then, he was still worried. he arrived back at alexandria around 5 p.m. and sat on the porch steps until he heard a vehicle approaching outside the gates. He quickly snuffed out his cigarette and threw it by the bushes. 

as he got closer to the gates, they started to open and the three of you made your way in. you immediately spotted daryl standing where he always did when you came back from a run. you smiled and snaked your arms around his neck and he buried his face into your neck. glenn and rosita were too busy greeting their respective loved ones to notice anything. “any luck today?” you asked, slightly muffled. “nah.” he grunted and pulled away to look at your face. he examined every inch of skin that wasn’t currently covered in clothing for bites or scratches. “you?” his tired eyes found yours. you cracked a mischievous grin and pulled him into another hug. “i have a present for you.” you sang into his chest. “for me?” he blushed a little bit as he tried to match my excited tone. “mhm.” you slipped your hand into one of his and began walking back to your shared house. 

daryl led you up the stairs and into your bedroom where you slid off your pack and plopped it down on your bed. he stood beside you as you started digging around for something. “okay, close your eyes.” you clutched the cold tin at the bottom of your bag. daryl closed his eyes and you placed the tin on his palm. “okay, now open.” you ordered, holding back a squeal. his eyes opened and looked directly down at the tin. he popped it open and chuckled when he saw the joints. he took one out and lifted it to his nose, inhaling the bitter scent. the thought of you both being able to just relax outside and smoke together made him so eager. “do you like it?” you were smiling like a kid. “like it? i love it.” the corner of his mouth was curled up as he pulled you into another embrace. “i had a feeling you would.” you laughed into his neck and left a trail of kisses from his cheek to his lips. he pulled your hips flush against his own and rested his big hands on your ass as you held onto one of his biceps. “c’mon.” you poked at his side. “let’s get super high and stare up at the sky.” 

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Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (5)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

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Summary: After learning Maria lied to keep the two of you apart, Bucky confronts her about her future as his manager, but only after experiencing waking up in the same bed with you for the first time.

Warnings: argument between Bucky and Maria, someone losing their job, soft fluff at the start, implied carnal activities the night before

Word count: 1.9k

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Bucky stares down at your sleeping form, thinking to himself that you look far too sweet and precious for the likes of him to ever deserve.

Not that he’s been a bad person who’s warranted terrible, karmic things to happen to him, but surely to deserve someone as beautiful, attentive and caring as you to reciprocate his ardent feelings, he must have been a saint in a past life.

Your eyes flutter open and Bucky swears his heart completely stops just by the simple act of you looking at him. There’s a moment where you look surprised to see yourself waking up cuddled into his side, but then he can see the realisation play out in your eyes as the recollection of last night's carnal activities come back to you.

“Hi.” You whisper bashfully, lips curling into the type of fond smile he wishes he could capture and keep a copy of in his wallet until it’s faded with time.

There’s an odd surge of jealousy in Bucky’s stomach at the thought that anyone else has had the privilege of sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. Witnessing you in the first light of the morning, feeling your bare skin against his, being the first thing you see when you open your still drowsy eyes.

But then his mind reminds him that he’s the only one who has that honour now, that the most precious person in his life has chosen him, affording him the assurance of being the one you will wake up beside every morning, and Bucky makes a promise to himself to never take that for granted.

“Good morning, my love.” Bucky hoarsely mumbles, leaning down to gently place his lips on yours, an action he has only been able to perform for the last half a day, yet he already knows will never tire of doing.

Though you’re both still half asleep and your lips move languidly, it’s his favourite kiss you’ve shared so far (though he thinks that every time your lips touch his). It’s the first kiss of a new day, the first day where you’re waking up as something far more than just his assistant, and proves that everything that happened the night before wasn’t something out of a dream.

Bucky rues pulling his lips away from yours, though it does allow him the opportunity to gaze at your gorgeous features once more. Last night was ample evidence that there will never be a more blissful feeling than when the two of you are joined as one, but he also knows if he goes any further with you right now, he’ll be so caught up in you that he’ll miss the last of the interviews held today he’s contracted to complete.

“Doll, I need to ask you a favour.”

“Anything for you Buck.” You say without hesitation and a smile which makes Bucky’s stomach flip. You don’t even know what aid he’s requesting and you’re already accepting. The implicit trust in the gesture has his chest filling with warmth.

“Can you stay here at home today? For me.” He adds on.

“But todays the last day of interviews… You don’t want me there?” Bucky’s heart sinks at the thought that you don’t know your presence is what sustains him. If it were purely up to him, you’d never leave his sight nor touch so much as for a single minute.

But he reminds himself he’s doing this for your benefit, not his own.

“Baby, I want you with me everywhere I go,” he pauses to quickly kiss you again, for emphasis, “but I have to honour the film contract Maria wrote up, which means I still have to pretend to be Sharon’s doting boyfriend for the rest of the day, I don’t want you to have to sit through all that. Plus, you’ve been working so hard, you deserve some time off.” You don’t say anything, but flash him a thankful smile, which is enough reward to get him through the entire day without you.

“And then, when you come home, you’ll be all mine.” You comment with a cheeky smile he knows implies much more lascivious wants than the innocent words would suggest on their own.

“I’m already all yours.” Bucky kisses you again, partly because he wants to convey how sincerely he means the statement, but mostly because he simply can’t get enough of you. “In all the ways that matter.”

Even though he risks being late for hair and makeup before another day of interviews, Bucky finds that when his lips touch yours he doesn’t care about anything else in the world. This pure happiness and contentment is what he’s been searching for his entire life, what most people dream of finding with someone but few rarely get the pleasure of experiencing.

He’s not willing to risk what he hopes will be the remainder of his future with you. Anyone or anything posing a threat to that cannot remain in his life.

Mostly it was his own obliviousness to blame for not telling you sooner how his heart beats for you and that no amount of time on this earth will ever be enough to show you every intricacy of his adoration for you.

But there was one other external force that had adversely impacted on your relationship, almost driving you apart completely. And Bucky will never allow her to come between him and what he holds dear again.

Before he leaves for the studio that morning, he makes the executive decision that Maria has to be let go.

* * *

The set is as busy as usual. What feels like a million different crew members are bustling around to make sure everything is running smoothly, and when the cameras aren’t rolling, the sounds of numerous voices speaking over each other makes Bucky feel like he’s audibly drowning.

All he wants is to look up and find relief in your smiling face, settling the tornado of anxiety raging in his chest, but every time he answers a question regarding his supposed relationship with Sharon, whilst interlocking his hand with hers, it’s a jarring reminder of why he asked you to stay at home.

During a break between one of the last interviews, Bucky notices Maria isn’t on the phone, a rare occurrence for her, and takes the opportunity he’s been waiting all day for. The memory of the hurt and confusion on your face when Bucky revealed his feelings, which were in contrast to what Maria had communicated to you, spurs him on.

“Maria, I need a word.” Stern determination fills Bucky’s voice and leaves no room for debate.

He storms away towards his dressing room, wanting some privacy so the uncomfortable conversation isn’t witnessed by the hoard of people working on set.

“I need you to explain to me why you lied about Sharon and I being a real couple.” Is what he says once Maria shuts the door behind her. Either she isn’t surprised by the revelation, or she’s practised enough to know how to hide it.

“Look, Bucky, I never said a real couple. I can’t help it if certain people interpret things in a different way to what I was intending.” Certain people. Bucky internally scoffs. She can’t even say your name, nor admit fault, when she’s unquestionably been caught in a lie.

“Don’t play innocent with me Maria. I know what you said and I have a feeling I know why you did it too, but I want to hear it from you, because the part of me that has been your friend for over five years simply cannot believe you’d be that manipulative.” Maria simply smiles, almost as if Bucky had given her a compliment, and it makes rage burn like hot coals in his stomach.

“I’m your manager Bucky, my job is to make decisions on your behalf that are going to benefit your career. Dating an insignificant assistant isn’t going to do anything for you other than push you down the road to irrelevancy.”

Bucky has the urge to scream at her for the way she’s speaking about you.

“Did you not for a minute think about what was best for me as a person? I think you could see how in love with her I am and yet you chose to do it anyway!” The only reason Maria would have pushed the two of you apart would be if she could see the connection you had. Her nonchalant reaction all but confirms his suspicions.

“Look it was only meant to be until the movie had become a success, and clearly it worked! If you look at the box office numbers-”

“I don’t care about the fucking numbers Maria, I care about my girl! And you’ll never have the chance to come between us again. You’re fired.” The normal anxiety anyone would feel when letting someone go from their job is overruled by the resolve provided by the need to protect you with everything he has.

“You’re really going to fire your loyal manager because of some girl you’re probably going to get tired of in two months?”

“Without hesitation. And I will never get tired of her Maria, I love her, with my entire being. It actually scares me how much I love her because it means my entire life is reserved in a single person, but if the only thing I ever accomplish in the rest of my days is loving and cherishing her, then it will be the most rewarding life I could have lived. My career means nothing if I don’t have her by my side, and that’s clearly not something you can comprehend.” Maria looks unfazed at Bucky’s disclosure and it makes him wonder if all those feelings really are plainly obvious when he looks at you. His sister certainly seems to think so.

“You do realise if you fire me you also fire her right? She’s employed by my management firm, not by you directly. Are you really going to do that to her?” Bucky is sure the smirk on her face indicates Maria thinks she’s found a loophole which will prevent him from following through with her dismissal, but he clearly knows something she doesn’t.

“Check your inbox, her letter of resignation will already be there.” At Bucky’s words a crack forms in her overconfident facade, a surprised comprehension seeping through which allows Bucky to feel greatly pleased with himself. “Goodbye and good riddance Maria.”

Before allowing Maria the time to protest again, or come up with a concoction of manipulative lies, Bucky turns around and walks back to set, a triumphant smirk curving on his lips.

Now, he only needs to endure a couple more interviews before he gets to return home to you, where he left his heart this morning for you to take care of until he can finally be free of the fraudulent relationship.

After a day of pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend, he’ll finally get the opportunity to go home and prove to you how much he loves you, and only you.

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The Third Wheel

40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Bucky finally asks you out on a date, the last thing you expect is for his high school crush Connie to also have been invited.

Warnings: angst, shy/insecure reader, Bucky being an idiot, reader doubting that Bucky actually likes her, happy ending

Word count: 2.2k

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“C’mon doll, the expo will be fun. Don’t ya wanna see a flyin’ car?” The cheeky grin curved into Bucky’s lips was enough for warmth to start rising in your cheeks, but it wasn’t until his calloused hands encased your own, gently stroking the backs of your hands did you shyly break the intense gaze of his steel blue eyes.

“What do ya say, will you let me take you out? We could even go dancin’ afterwards.” He squeezed your hands fondly, and you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile in response.

You had been friends with Bucky since your high school days - you had also been harbouring a pretty intense crush for him since then. Up until now you thought your feelings were unrequited, but a spark of hope glowed warmly in your chest at his invitation.

“You really wanna take me out, Buck? This isn’t some stupid bet you have with Stevie? Cause I’ll never forgive you if it is.” Bucky’s laugh in response to this was music to your soul, though it still didn’t answer your question. Your stomach twisted with anxiety in suspense for his reply.

“No doll, no bets. No jokes” It was only then that his hand let go of yours, moving up to your face to affectionately swipe over your cheek. “I want you to take you out on a date.”

You felt nervous enough to throw up when you met Bucky at the exposition - this date, regardless of a favourable outcome or not, would change the course of your relationship with him forever.

“Hey Buck.” You caught his attention, having spotted his dapper uniform from a mile away. His reaction to your dress brought that familiar heat to your cheeks, and you let out a relieved giggle as he took you in.

“Wow.” Bucky exhaled, his mouth hanging slightly open as his eyes travelled up and down your frame, spending ever so slightly more time on the curves of your waist on the way down and your chest on the way back up. “Doll, you look… just wow.” Confidence surged in your chest at how you had rendered the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on essentially speechless.

“You’re looking very dashing, Buck.” A rosiness developed on the tops of his cheekbones as he thanked you, nervously smoothing the material of his suit down his chest and adjusting his hat.

“Nothing compares to-”

“Bucky!” A familiar feminine voice called from behind you, and Bucky’s signature charming smile bloomed on his features. Turning and following his gaze, you saw the wide doe eyes, elegantly styled hair and perfect toothy smile of Connie Coleman.

It felt as though a heavy stone had plunged through the pit of your stomach.

You hadn’t seen Connie since the day you, Bucky and Steve graduated from high school. Suddenly, all the moments where Bucky remarked how stunning she was and pined after her attention were all you could remember of your high school experience. And though she had never done anything to you personally for you to feel animosity towards her, there was currently a specific scorching jealousy burning a hole in your chest you hadn’t felt since you were eighteen.

However, that flaming jealousy quickly transitioned to a hollow despair at the bottom of your stomach as you watched them reunite. Connie leaned in, giving Bucky a sweet kiss to the cheek and saddled up beside him, interlocking her arm with his as if she wasn’t just saying hello in passing, but had also been invited on the date.

“Connie… hi.” You attempted to keep your composure, though you were fairly sure your disappointment was evident not only in your tone but in the dismayed expression Steve always told you you were terrible at concealing.

“Oh, hi… you.” Connie started, but it was clear in the years since high school she had completely forgotten your name. “How have you been?” She asked with an artificial smile and an overly exaggerated cheerful tone, tightening her hold on Bucky further.

“Fine, Connie. Just fine.” Quietly muttering the last part, you encircled your arms around yourself to provide some comfort, solace which you wished you could find instead in Bucky’s arms. A chill ran down your spine as you awkwardly stood hugging yourself as Bucky conversed with Connie, seemingly in their own little world.

“Here we go, four tickets to the expo.” Steve’s voice broke you out of your tormenting thoughts. Though you also hadn’t expected him to be here, he was a much more welcome intrusion than Connie had been. “It’s starting soon, we should make our way inside.”

“Steve, you remember Connie?” Bucky asked hopefully. Steve gave a tight smile and a shy nod of recognition. After a moment of awkward pause, where Bucky took the opportunity to flash you a sweet, encouraging smile, you all entered the expo together.

Bucky and Connie stayed close to Steve and yourself throughout Howard Stark’s demonstration but once his segment concluded, and you watched the way Bucky whispered closely into Connie’s ear so she could hear him over the noise of the crowd, you knew you had seen enough and wanted to be literally anywhere else in New York at that moment.

“Wanna sneak away and grab ice cream?” You whispered to Steve whose eyes lit up with excitement. Crowds tended to make him uncomfortable and you could tell by the way he hadn’t left your side since stepping foot in the exposition that he was feeling particularly nervous tonight.

As the mob of people herded towards the next exhibit, Bucky and Connie lost in the swarm, you and Steve hung back and managed to slip away out the gate you entered through and onto the street. His favourite ice cream parlour in Brooklyn not even a block away.

It really was a lovely night with Steve, he was always much more open and talkative when he was one on one with someone rather than in a group. But no matter the topic of discussion, nor the size of the sundae he ordered for you to share, could distract you from the thought that Bucky was currently having the time of his life with Connie.

Once you had finished off the sundae, and aired out your grievances about Bucky leading you on to the only other person who knew about your affection for him, you decided to call it a night and to make your way home. Stepping out into the cool night air, laughing at a remark Steve had made, someone called out from you down the street which soured your mood.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” Bucky puffed slightly out of breath when he finally reached you, though what captured your attention most was that Connie was nowhere in sight.

There was a tinge of satisfaction in your chest that at a minimum the date hadn’t ended with her in his bed, but your overwhelming feeling towards Bucky was still bitter resentment.

“Stevie, can you walk me home?” You asked, trying your best to ignore how dashingly handsome Bucky looked in his uniform and the intense disheartened look in his eye at your refusal to acknowledge him.

Bucky placed a firm hand on Steve’s shoulder to stop him from walking off with you.

“Steve please, let me walk with her.” After a moment where a knowing look passed between them, Steve gave a silent nod of approval. This was met with an eye roll, a humph, and an abrupt, curt turn as you took off quickly down the dimly lit street in the opposite direction to where Bucky came from.

“Doll, wait up.” Bucky called after you, but your response was to pick up the pace of your steps as you heard his own start at a jog.

“Don’t ‘doll’ me, James.” You commented exasperatedly over your shoulder.

You rounded a corner into the adjoining street and even though you knew it would do nothing to deter Bucky from chasing you, it did allow you a couple seconds to wipe away the errant tears trickling down your cheeks without his notice.

“Would you please just stop and let me explain.” He reached for your hand but you forced yourself to pull away from his touch. Regardless of how much you craved his consistently comforting contact, you were upset at him for leading you on - or perhaps more so at yourself for believing you actually stood a chance with him.

“Barnes, I really don't wanna hear it. Silly me didn’t realise you were setting me up with Steve so he didn’t feel left out while you went on your date. Foolishly I got my hopes up thinking this date was really meant to be for us.” You couldn’t meet his gaze directly as embarrassment settled in your stomach, but in doing so you missed the pure guilt which completely filled his eyes.

“No, you’ve mis-” Bucky began, but you sharply interrupted him.

“I know it’s my own fault for deluding myself into thinking you were actually interested in me James, but please don’t make me feel stupid for it.” You asserted with a slight crack in your voice. Turning away from him, knowing the tears brimming in your eyes would betray you if you continued to look at him any longer, you tried to stalk away but Bucky’s firm grip on your wrist prevented that from happening.

“I know you don’t want to hear excuses, but please let me explain.” His grip wouldn’t budge, not tight enough to cause you any hurt, but to keep you from walking away again. “The date was meant to be for us. Connie was who I invited as Steve’s date.” These words, and the desperation in which he said them with, made you pause, though you were still sceptical given Connie’s closeness to Bucky all night.

“You looked pretty cozy with her given she wasn’t your date.” You argued, but you finally took the opportunity to look him in the eye and noticed the self-blame and regret stirring in his eyes.

“She misunderstood when I asked her to come out with us on a group date, she thought I was asking her to be my date.” There was no deception you could perceive in his words, and if sensing you were convinced enough that you weren’t going to run off again, he let go of your wrist. “She was rather embarrassed when I told her I wasn’t interested.”

“But I saw you together, you didn’t exactly do anything to reject her proximity earlier tonight.” You wrung your hands nervously as you spoke, and it looked like it physically pained Bucky to not reach out and steady them for you.

“I didn’t want to be rude or leave her out, not when she was going out with three people she hadn’t seen since high school and who have all remained good friends.” He sighed, shaking his head as if to curse silently at himself. “I am sorry I didn’t realise sooner, that was my mistake I wish I could take back, but I can’t.”

The street lamp above was bright enough to illuminate Bucky’s entire face, the sorrow and remorse clear as day in his expression as he gazed at you. Though there was still a small part of you annoyed at how he had handled the night's events, mostly you wished to pull him into a tight, consoling hug.

“Doll, I know it might be hard to believe right now, but I genuinely wanted to take you on a date tonight. I wanted to laugh with you at the expo and show you all those amazing exhibits we wouldn’t get to see anywhere else. I wanted to take you dancing afterwards, pull your body as close to mine as possible and just hold you for the first time in my life.” The conviction behind his words had your eyes prickling with tears - that was what you had been hoping for tonight as well.

“There has been nothing I’ve wanted more in my life than I want you, doll. Nothing. And now I fear I have messed up my chances with you beyond repair.” You held your hands out and let him take them as he had done the day he first asked you out. The feeling of his warm skin against yours elicited goosebumps up your arms.

“Bucky, you have not irreparably ruined anything. I have loved you since when we were in high school together, one misunderstanding isn’t going to change the way I feel about you.” You confessed, and the joyous smile he beamed at you made your heart flutter.

Bucky brought your hands up and hooked them around his neck before settling his own on your waist.

“I love you too, doll.” That cheeky grin which made your cheeks heat up had tugged its way back onto his lips as he leaned down and kissed you for the first time. His lips were surprisingly soft, melding into yours perfectly, his hands snaking around to the small of your back and pressing you ever closer to him.

“I promise, next weekend I’ll take you on an amazing second first date.” He pledged before kissing you again. “This time, it’ll be just us.”

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A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

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Imagine a like avenger!Bucky x shape shifter! Reader.

It could be enemies to lovers smut too because why not?

The reader is the beast boy but a girl version...you can make them green

I don't see skin color 🙄(I'm joking,I'm black)

What if you make the reader green it could be like Bucky's in his room and he hears crying so he follows the sound to find y/n crying because she messed up on a mission and some agents said mean things idk and he is trying to comfort her and then they kiss and then more idk

Then, if she isn't green it could be .....sex pollen...she gets hit with sex pollen while on a mission and comes back...well you know worked up? She's in pain and even those Bucky "hates her" he also wants to help her so he..how do I say this.. he fucks her brains out.

I'm Not Like Her

Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body look and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.

Note: I'm not even open for asks but your brilliant mind just spark something in me! Plus, i see you a lot in my comments so here you are... and the pic is hilarious btw 🤣

Pairing: avenger!bucky x shape shifter!reader

Words: 1.5k++

Warnings: mild enemies to lovers, hint fat shaming, angst, bucky likes to tease the reader but not too much, fluff, cause he secretly loves her, allusion to smut??? and sam just being himself.

Idea explanation: personally i don't think i'm qualified enough to write about being discriminate against for skin color. I need more research of it.

BUT, physically, i am on the curvy side. I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs are bigger than they supposed to. cause i'm fucking 4'11 (so i look fat for my height). And i know what it feels like when people comment abt that.

Soooooo instead of turning green, imagine that the reader doesn't have the fit and perfect model-like body like other agents. Her powers? She can shape shift into any living being (person/animals/aliens) for a short amount of time, like 3-7mins.

Bucky Barnes is a bully. He'd do anything to annoy the shit out of Y/N. Everything he does just ticked her off, you name it; hair pulling, cheeks pinching, mean little jokes about how Y/N would suffocate him to death if she ever sit on him.

Bucky Barnes acts exactly like a mean teenage boy who bullies the person he likes. But she doesn't know that, does she?

What she knew was he is a menace that loves to see her bright red, in embrassment and anger. What she knew was he likes to dig into her skin and ripped her heart out from how vexingly mean he is with her.

But, he was never cruel. No. He is the sweetest a man can be when he wants to. She still remembered those days he would drop off bunch of her favorite snacks and sweets during that week she was hospitalized from a rough mission.

Don't get her wrong though, he still teases her A LOT during those visits but it was sweet of him to come by and cheer her up.

But if he wasn't cruel. Then, why was she on the verge of tears?

Y/N stood alone in the kitchen, her hands strongly gripped onto the edges of the counter like she would shatter it with her bare hands. At time like this, she wished nothing more than just to shift into a bird and fly away.

Just so far away that no will able to catch her.

But those agents certainly did shot a bullet through the thickness of her gut when they said those words.

Y/N was just going to grab a cold drink after her sparring with Bucky, when she heard their vile whispers. She stopped at her tracks and hid behind the wall the moment she heard her name was mentioned.

"I don't understand why we keep her around. Did you see her panting for air from a quick sparring with Barnes? And doesn't she sound like a pig?" He sneered.

"We keep y/n around cause she has powers you, dumbass. Why are you being mean anyway, didn't you guys had a thing like 2 weeks ago?" The other voice said.

"It was a prank. Didn't think she'd believe it. Me dating her? Please. Not in any universe." He trailed, "Though if she shift into Natasha, then maybe I'll consider fucking her." Y/N could hear his smirk even from the block of the walls.

The other man laughed as if it was funny, "But it only lasts so long though? What if she turn back into herself when you have your cock inside her?"

The man gagged and said, "Ewww please stop. That's just fucking disgusting."

And when they left the kitchen, Y/N aimlessly went to the area. What was she gonna do just now? Oh, get some cold water. But why won't her hands move? They've been digging into the hard surface of the counter for how long now? If she goes any harder, her fingers would bleed. And why's her vision was blurry? Why there's wetness on her cheeks?

She didn't even notice that she was crying, beause she was so focused on fixing her own broken heart. And even if her pride was left to almost nothing, but she held on. She chose hold on to it for as long as could. Cause deep down she knew they were right.

No one's gonna love her for who she is, they will always be blinded by the flaw of her body and not see the pure of her heart. And if that is the ugly truth she had to face, then she chose to love herself. To be proud of herself.

But it is so hard does it? How can you love yourself when no one else is willing to love you?

"Doll?" Bucky's voice was soft when he called her that she didn't even heard him the first time around.

When Bucky heard sounds of someone sniffling, he knew that someone was crying. So he followed the hiccups of voice to the kitchen. But he didn't expect the culprit would be Y/N.

He almost rushed to her when she continued to sob, "Hey hey hey, what's wrong sweets? Did you hurt yourself?" He briefly cupped the softness of her cheeks before slightly holding up her hands to see if there's any cut from it.

When he noticed that there weren't any physical injuries, the tense of his muscles relaxed just a little bit. His big hands went to reach her face again, and gently wiped her tears away. He was so tender with his hold but his tone was far from it, "Who did this to you?"

And she told him exactly what happened. Even with hiccups in between her ranting breath. He listened. He listened to every single word she had to say, not cutting into her confession, not even once. And Y/N didn't know why she told him that. He supposed to be the last person she complained to about her look, about her weakness, about her flaws.

Bucky Barnes, the same one that loves to tease her about it all. He wasn't supposed to hear the dooms of her heart. But, he was. He was listening to her.

And he was seeing red.

Bucky had never felt rage this powerful in his life, he swore that if he let it consume him, the tower would be painted with blood. But, he held back. For her.

Because she needed someone to be there for her. And Bucky felt he was the luckiest to be that person.

"I'm not like her." She whispered tiredly. "I'm not like her, Bucky. I'm not attractive like Natasha or pretty like Zendaya or even Steve at that matter, like he has such tiny waist for his built, and he's a fucking man!!" She ranted every minor things that bothered her to him.

Bucky thought of his words for a while and simply said, "Yes, you're not like Natasha, or Zendaya, or Steve..." he chuckled at the end, "...But that's the best bits about you, doll." There was this flare in his eyes that Y/N couldn't wrap her finger around it.

"Are you making fun of me, right now?" She glared in between the tears in her eyes.

"No, I'm only telling you the truth." Bucky tucked her hair as he continued, "So what if you're not like her? There will always be someone that will see you more that just a piece of meat to fuck."

"Well, then I won't have that someone then."

"Oh, but I know one person though." Bucky grinned, "Me."

Y/N was rendered speechless when he confessed his true feelings.

"Doll, have you ever wonder why I love pinching your cheeks so much?" His fingers started to trail across her cheeks and his stare lingered in her eyes as his naughty hands find their way to her hips.

"It's because I was desperately trying to avoid grabbing these soft, thick thighs of yours." his eyes darkened the moment that he said, "And oh baby the things I'd do for you just to slide my cock between them."

It was like she was hypnotized by the way his hardened bulge grinding against her tummy. It felt good and his lust-filled gaze was doing nothing but making her wet, "Bucky..." she whispered.

Bucky lips was so gentle on her eyelids and her temple, until his teeth grazed along her neck and his groaning call reached her ears, "And do you know why I was pissed when we were sparring just now?" Asked before quickly clarifying, "It's not because I lost to you."

He grinded a particularly hard thrust against her that he accidentally moan in pleasure, "Oh babydoll, no. It's because I have this absolutely gorgeous girl on top of me, and her slutty body was just so close to me that I got so fucking hard. "

Bucky lifted her face towards his to watch how she was melted in his touch, "I was so pissed, because I can't fuck you the way I want to." His lips was so close, hovering over her own as he confessed.

But suddenly they felt a splash of water hitting side of their face, "Woah woah woah. Down, boy. Bad bucky. Bad!" Sam yelled. Imagine his surprise when he got into the kitchen to see Bucky literally humping on Y/N like a dog in heat.

They didn't even notice him approaching them with a glass of water in his hand.

Though Y/N was absolutely red in embrassement, but surely Bucky doesn't give a fuck. He didn't even acknowledge Sam's pleas to stop, especially when he crashed his lips on hers.

Y/N moaned lewdly as he effortlessly lifted her on the kitchen isle, feeling his clothed cock rubbing against her needy cunt. At that point, who cares if anyone's watching. She wanted him so bad. As bad as he wanted ruin her.

Sam scrambled backwards when Bucky started to unzip his pants, "Shit he's going feral." He dramatically ran across the halls leading to the kitchen as he announced, "Okay people, out. Get out. No one is allowed to the kitchen unless you want to be in debt cause I am not paying for your therapy."

Safe to say the kitchen was a fucking mess when Bucky was done with her and the cleaning crew was traumatized by the amount of wetness and cum they had to clean around the area.

End.

A/N: This was so random but I hope you enjoyed it! Drop some thoughts behind for me to pick up and squeal at, would you?

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I'm DEAD

Until Then

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with.

Words: 2.3k++

Pairing: 40s!bucky / avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: melancholy-ish plot line with fluffy ending

Inspiration: "You still would've turn my head, even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944 and you were heading off to fight in the war" – Timeless (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

Read my other works here: Masterlist

It was supposed to be a quick in and out mission. Y/N and Tony were sent back in time to 1944; one day before Captain America and the Howling Commandos deployed to their next mission at the Austrian Alps, in Europe.

The duo were supposed to retrieve some lost files regarding Hydra's hidden bunks and labs back in the days. After the fight with Thanos, there were rumours of the re-creation of Project Winter Soldier lead by an organization that once associated with Hydra. So, they need all the information they could get their hands on; including the ones that are lost decades ago.

Unfortunately for them SHIELD used to be shitty at storing physical files back in the days. To be fair they still do, especially now that technology had advanced. Every single information were at the tip of their fingers; from typical criminal records to the name of every single doctor and nurses who were present when the person was born.

They literally have everything. And nothing at the same time.

And honestly, the mission was quick as they predicted. Tony managed to scanned the needed files and some others that he thought would be important. He's extra like that too, which was a plus.

However quick the mission supposed to be, they barely make it though, especially when the guards were suspicious of Tony's apparently "hippie" beard. It was such a shame. So much for dressing up in 40's style. They kind of nailed the outfit and aesthetics, according to Steve anyway.

However, thankfully by the time they got out of the facility they managed fit right in with crowd. The wave of people lead the duo along its current, more and more people joined in to the point that they weren't able to find any quiet place to activate their time device.

"I thought we're still in WWII? Why is there fucking a parade in the middle of the day?" Tony being unapologetically sarcastic as always.

Y/N looked around as she observed, there was couple of people animatedly, albeit, excitedly exclaimed to the streak of success of Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the war.

A little to the right of them, were a group of children who were semi-cosplaying as Captain America and his dream team, passionately play-fighting with the enemies as if they were in a theater performance.

"I guess they're celebrating small wins. Steve and his team did have several successful raids since the battle at Azzano." It was in fact true; what Y/N speculated was exactly the very reason of the current occasion.

Tony simply shrugged as he stretched his neck higher to hopefully find the end the crowd, "Sure, just keep your eyes open for a place to time jump. I don't want to be stuck in the middle of another war." Y/N nodded as she looked around the sides, wondering if there's an empty alleyway that they could use.

The more sketchy looking it was, the better.

The crowd was chaotic with different mix of conversations and cheers; voices intertwining with one another, each sentences criss and crosses into indecipherable storyline. But even then, Y/N could recognized that breathy, slightly giggly laughter anywhere.

Especially when he brushed right by her.

Y/N was well aware of how madly in love she was with Bucky even with the coy cat-and-mouse game they were playing for months. She knew exactly the hold he had on her soul that at some point, she was conviced that he still would've turn her head in any lifetime.

But that idea was only supposed to be one of the secrets in her mind; the thoughts of a hopeless romantic that she was. Certainly, she didn't dreamt of the vision for it come true. But there she was, frozen on her spot when the time stood still on the crowded street in 1944; fortuitously crossing path with man she fell in love with.

There weren't any suitable explanation for this other than it was fate. In that short milliseconds, Y/N saw the resemblance of the sight to a memory of hers in the crowded room a few short years ago; his left arm slung around Steve's neck, letting his weight leaned on his super soldier friend as he let out a hearty laughter.

There were only slight difference from what she saw before and what she currently seeing; Bucky wore an all black suit at that party, now he's wearing his military uniform in a parade. Bucky was dead drunk on Asguardian mead that night, now he's as sober as a soldier deprived of liquor. Bucky's left hand was adorned with high-tech vibranium metal, now that very hand was still made of flesh and blood, still alive.

During that brief moment of revelation, she truly believed that they were supposed to find this.

Whatever this is supposed to be; Fate? Love? Both? She was not sure either.

She was so stuck on holding her gaze on his back as the young soldier walked a few steps away from her that she didn't notice how the people in the surge glared at her unmoving state or how she had been astray from Tony.

Well, at least it only lasted until someone bumped into her and she staggered backwards, inevitably fell on the ground.

Y/N groaned but quickly patted her pockets to find her time device was still there. I mean, she can never be sure if it was just an accident that she fell or someone intended to distract her while pick-pocketing her belongings.

Though other people would probably already stood on  their feet but Y/N was still on the dusty road, as she was busy recollecting her mental state rather than her physical.

That was when a calloused hand reached out to her, offering a kind help.

She didn't think twice to take his hand, let alone looking up at his face when she gripped it tight enough to make a solid foundation to push herself against the gravity, "Oh dear me! Thank you so much, sir. I really..." She lost her momentum when she met the pale blue of his eyes, "...appreciate it." She ended the sentence breathlessly.

It's Bucky. Her brain tried to let her process the thought. It was not her Bucky but still... it's Bucky. Her eyes then fell to where their skin touched. Warm and gentle. His left hand felt the exact same as his right. It made her to cave in the urge to hold it a little longer, to savour the memory of what it could've been; not that she weren't fond of his vibranium arm but curiosity can be such a fickle thing.

Bucky smiled, "Glad to help, my lady." And oh dear does he smiled effortlessly, freely; as if he knew he deserved to feel joy in his life.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to let go of his hand after a few seconds too long of holding it when she was already up and ready to go. She returned his smile though her heart was barely tough enough to stop the spreading of its cracks, "Really, I can't thank you enough."

In reality, it was probably unnecessary to thank him that much for helping her to get back on her feet, but Y/N wasn't really thanking him just for that.

Unbeknownst to him, she was thanking him for not holding back a smile, for not overthinking about the things he might have done to draw a conclusion that he was undeserving have the luxury to smile, for unapologetically just living the life he supposed to have.

She thanked him for it.

Bucky chuckled amusingly as he slightly titled his head to the side. A charming pull on the corner of his lips revealed a smile that could swoon anyone on sight, especially her.

"Well, we're having a little party tonight before deploying to Europe tomorrow. So, maybe you can thank me by letting me bring you to the dance? How about that, doll?" She almost forgot that Steve was there next to him, until Bucky references the word "we".

And especially when his words might just pulled Y/N's heartstrings in ways that she could never thought someone could do. It was awfully slow, almost too delicate of a pull, but each inches of it pained her deeply.

If it was up to her, she would've said yes a million times over but she knew she can't. And the voice in her earpiece reminded her of it, "Y/N, we gotta go." Tony urged as he watched her from the corner of the street.

Y/N tried her best not let her facial expression flatter, "Unfortunately, I can't. I'm going back to my hometown today." It wasn't exactly a lie when she made that excuse.

"Ohh, I see. You're not from here, huh?" Bucky was very honest as his reaction clearly showed his disappointment. Though not at her, just at the situation.

Her brows briefly crunch into an apologizing plead before she boldly grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, slightly pulled him down to her level, while the other hand cupped one side of his face.

She tiptoed herself upwards as she pressed a firm yet sweet kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek and whispered against it, "But, I hope this would do."

Lost for words, heck, Bucky was lost for thoughts. What was left was his own heart thumping hard and loud that he bet Steve can hear it from where he was standing. His cheeks became warmer by the second and the redness spreads even to the tip of his ears.

Of course he had his cheek kissed before, but not like this. None of them felt like this. They were always too fast, too hasty.

Hers was different. It lingered a little longer, gently leaving her imprint on him. He can feel her grip on his collar, the stroke of her thumb on his cheek and of course the soft pressure of her lips on the other side of his face. He could everything so particularly.

Bucky was rendered speechless even after she pulled her lips away; it was too soon for his comfort. Eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted as he let himself lost in the pleasant surprise.

He thought she would parted herself and ran away feeling embarrassed, but she did the very opposite. Y/N lead his forehead to lean on hers, tip of their nose grazed, and her lips hovered above his.

So close, yet refused to merge with one another.

Y/N whispered quietly, as if she was talking to herself, "You'll be fine, James. You'll find home in the future. I promise."

Her voice trembled as Bucky just noticed how wet her eyes were becoming. With that amount of tears in them, he wondered if her sight were all blurry now.

Y/N took in a shaky breath before continuing, "You just need to survive the winter and trust me at the end of that season, you'll reach the sun again." Her thumbs softly traces his cheeks as she spoke.

Bucky didn't quite understand what she was saying but if he loosely translate it, it would mean that 'she believed that he'll be back soon after the war'. But then again, he felt like there were some major things that was missing from the context that he came up with.

Y/N's earpiece send another transmission of Tony's voice, "Okay, seriously. Come on, Juliette. Your other Romeo is waiting for you." She couldn't help but to smile as she closed her eyes, letting the excess tears fall down to her cheeks.

She didn't want to say goodbye, as she knew that this was not where their story ends, at least not his; that's for sure. So, she simply smiled up at him with a reassuring look in her eyes before stepping back. She then, briefly turned her attention to the dumbfounded Steve, gracing him with a similar smile before walking away.

It was just a few steps away when her hand was caught in between someone's, "Hey!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Bucky; wide eye, blinking in disbelief and blushing red, all at the same time, "WiIl... Will I see you again?" He asked, though hesitant; wondering if he was being rude.

Compared to what she had done to him, he was just being too polite.

Y/N chuckled dearly, "Of course." Then she replied confidently, "I owe you a dance after all." Her lips parted into a cheeky grin.

Bucky let out a sharp relieved sigh as his lips mimic hers, "I'll look forward to it, doll." He slightly bowed as his hand pulled hers closer to his lips, "Until then." He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand as his gaze remained on hers.

Apparently, it was Y/N's turn to blush to his antics. She stepped back shyly as her cheeks brightens before scurring away. Maybe, Bucky was right with his prediction prior. She did ran away feeling embarrassed after all.

She jogged towards the next corner of the street, meeting up with Tony. The older might have eyeing her in a teasing manner, but his smirk was the biggest giveaway. Y/N simply rolled her eyes, even if her lips maintained its shape from the aftermath of her encounter with Bucky.

As they entered deeper into the alleyway, Tony spoke, "I gotta admit, young terminator was a hottie. Not hotter than me, of course." he claimed.

Y/N frowned, letting out a scoff, "What do you mean "was"? He still is." Call it bias, but at least she was telling the truth.

Tony shrugged, "Meh. Would argue to differ. But, whatever that floats your boat, I guess?" Tony sassed as they clicked on the time device at the same time, revealing a swirlling portal, in front of them.

Y/N quirked her brow, her hands on her hips, "You're just jealous that he aged like a fine fucking wine and you don't." She purposely challenged his ego.

Tony dramatically rolled his eyes, "Please. He wishes." He walked into portal with an attitude, making Y/N laughed at his childish acts.

She looked back at the alleyway one last time and reminisce the last moments of a past that she never belong in. As she walked into the portal, she thought that maybe, it's time to pay her debt to Bucky.

End.

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A/N: The start of bucky drabbles because why not. This is considered a drabble for me because i feel like there's lack of story building. But, you tell me. And did you enjoy it?

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Don't tell Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: After a night out with Natasha and Wanda reader gets drunk and tells someone about her secret crush on Bucky.

Word Count: 642

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The elevator door opened with a ping, and you stumbled out with Wanda and Natasha following you. Natasha, Wanda, and you were in a bar and had a lot of fun but unfortunately you got a little too much to drink. You saw some other avengers sitting in the living room, so you walked to them.

“Heeeyyyy.” You screamed and waved them. Tony laughed while the others turned around and looked at you. You walked over to where they were sitting and sat down on an empty spot beside Steve.

“What happened to her?” Sam asked Natasha while Wanda walked into the kitchen to bring you a glass of water.

“She is definitely not drunk.” Tony answered instead of Natasha, and you turned to him.

“He didn’t ask you! Sam asked Natasha.”

“Oh, sorry.” He said and tried to hold back a laugh. While Natasha talked to Bucky who asked her why they let you drink so much and how this could happen Wanda gave you a glass of water. They all know that you can’t drink much without getting drunk, so it surprised him that you got so drunk. You didn’t really understand what they were talking because you were now busy singing and dancing around. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You smiled back and ran to Bucky and said, “Come on let’s dance with me.”

“I think you should go to bed, doll.” Bucky said in a soft tone, and you giggled.

“Bucky calls me doll too.” You said and he looked at you confused while Tony and Sam started laughing again. Bucky looked at them with a warning look and they stopped.

“Wait, where is Bucky?” You asked him and then turned around to the others. Tony and Sam looked at each other trying not to laugh and Steve pointed at Bucky next to you.

“I’m right here, doll.” He said and gently touched your shoulder.

“Oh, hey.” You said and waved.

“Hey.” Bucky chuckled.

“Come let’s get you to bed.” He said and guided you to your room with his hand on your back. When you reached your room Bucky took out a shirt from your closet and gave it to you to change. When you got back from the bathroom Bucky was still in your room. You sat next to Bucky on your bed.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You asked him with a hiccup coming through.

“Sure.”

“But you can’t tell Bucky!”

“Okay.” He began to blush and got nervous.

“I think Bucky has the most beautiful eyes and smile in the whole world and I-I love taking to him or just being in a room with Bucky. I think I have a crush on him.” You finished.

“You have a crush on me?” Bucky nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

“Not on you. On Bucky.” You said again.

“Right.” He said with a chuckle.

“Why don’t you tell him.” Bucky asked you.

“I don’t think he likes me the same way.” You nervously said.

“What? I don’t think so.”

“You think he likes me too?”

“Definitely. Every time when you come into the room his world lights up. Bucky is so in love with you.” You began to smile and couldn’t believe what you just heard.

“Wow, maybe I should tell him.”

“Yeah, or Bucky should tell you. But for now, you should try to sleep.” You nodded, stood up and laid down in bed. Bucky walked to the door and before leaving the room he turned around.

“If you need anything call me or go to my room.”

“Or you just stay here.” You quietly said.

“Are you sure?” You nodded and Bucky walked over to you and made himself comfortable on the empty space next to you. After a few minutes you felt asleep next to Bucky.