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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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Tears of an Angel ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Unbeknownst to you, lots of time has passed and Bucky still hasn’t come back. You begin to wonder if he was ever real in the first place. There’s someone new. The Soldat— who is he?
♡ Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, some fluff, hydra, bucky’s trauma, torture, needles, abuse, hints to sexual assault
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+
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You wondered how many times you could count the amount of stones on the walls before a guard approached your cell again— dragging you into the horrific room. The room that only held vile memories— ones that had you shuddering.
Ever since you had been left alone again— ever since Bucky was gone— you had lost track of time completely. Everyday blurring into one another, there wasn’t a pause in time. Every morning leaked into the night without recognition. It was disorienting and made you feel out of touch.
You rarely talked— the only sound of your screams ever escaping your lips. You would go so many days without uttering a sound— the slightest talking ached your throat. Your voice hoarse at the end of the day, with only six words leaving your lips.
You could hear the manic laughter as the guards teased you about being mute. Cackling sinisterly at the idea that they had broken you. In a way they had.
You weren’t sure why you were still here, and what your purpose was. You were sure you had an idea one time in your life— but with how things are now. You remember nothing, know nothing— are nothing. Well, you remember nothing but him.
Even after all this time, you still pathetically clung to Bucky. Hoping in your sick and demented mind that he’d come back for you one day— that he’d remember you just as you had him. But as the days melted into the other, you weren’t sure if that would ever be the case. But what harm would it bring you to hold onto the tiny hope.
The door unlocking to your cell had you jumping in surprise, having been lost in your head it spooked you. But otherwise, you sat still— even if the pain didn’t even start, you wished for it to end already.
You heard the door open completely and the sound of two footsteps enter.
“Soldat— take her to Room C.” One of the guards instructed, and you wanted to furrow your brows at the name.
Soldat?
“да сэр (yes sir).” A thick russian accent answered, and you risked a glance up.
You were disappointed to meet a half covered face, forehead curtained by thick brunette locks. It was definitely a man considering how deep the voice was. His lower half was muzzled— like a dog. But the look was certainly intimidating.
The Soldat grabbed your arm harshly, yanking you up— not giving you a second to steady yourself. You whined, the bruise on your collarbone shifting from the movement.
Ignoring your sounds, he dragged you out of your cell and down the hall towards the room of nightmares. You weren’t sure how much more pain you could take— you wish the darkness would just consume you already.
The guard had disappeared by now, leaving you and the Soldat alone. You weren’t sure if you should celebrate or not. The guards were harsh— mean. The Soldat so far has been aggressive— but you guessed that was nothing new.
“Please— don’t!” You whimpered when you could see the door to the room ahead.
You felt eyes on you, and you glanced to the side— your glossy eyes meeting with his dull ones. His stare gave you goosebumps, the fury hidden behind his eyes. Towards you? You weren’t sure— if so, why?
He didn’t respond, snapping his focus back ahead of him. Pulling you more aggressively towards the doorway. You could smell the room from here— even many steps away. You felt sick to your stomach, knowing what was to come.
“I’ll do anything, please! Don’t take me in there!” You cried quietly, as you tried to pull away from him— your feet attempting to plant you in your spot.
The Soldat whipped his muzzled face to you, his eyes wide with anger and something else. He wastes no time in trying to come up with a response— instead scooping you into his arms.
You gasped at the sudden movement, and didn’t try to wiggle out of his hold— as he was much stronger than you. You crying and walking to the room was already draining you of all your energy. With your weeks spent sitting in your cell— the walk from your cell to your room was tiring.
You continued to cry quietly, and noticed how close you were to him. He smelled of sweat and gunpowder— but also a familiar musk. A particular gust of the scent wafted into your face. It had you stopping your cries, looking up at him. At the same time he glanced down.
You blamed it on your delirious state— but you swore you saw his eyes.
Bucky.
Your mind wandered to the memories of his face through the gap. The way he held onto your hand— the feeling of comfort in this hell. The way you believed he was going to save you. Fuck— he couldn’t even save himself. You hated him, but you missed him more.
All too soon, the flashes of memories faded away into the abyss that was your mind. Coming back to reality, you felt the Soldat lower you onto the steel table. You immediately panicked, thrashing your limbs about.
“No! Please please!” You begged, grabbing his wrist in a tight grip. “Don’t leave me here!”
You weren’t sure why you begged this man for help when he was the one who brought you here. Meanwhile, the Soldat was confused. Your begging was sparking something inside of him. Something foreign yet familiar— it made him uncomfortable.
You watched as the Soldat grabbed your wrist— to the hand that held onto him tightly. He squeezed painfully, prying your hand off him. With a cry you had released him— your wrist throbbing from his hold.
He escaped your hold, turning to the right to exit the room— and that’s when you saw it. The sickly familiar flash of silver— his metal arm.
It’s Bucky… it has to be. Bucky.
Your cries went silent, your body going into shock that Bucky was so close. He was standing in front of you, in the flesh. He had held you— touched you. You were right when you had seen his eyes— you knew it was his eyes. The familiar smell. The familiarity that was his whole aura. He was here… so why was he treating you like a prisoner?
“Bucky?” You tried, desperate for his comfort as you had back in your cell.
He didn’t budge, simply continuing to walk out of the room. Leaving you alone in the torturous space. Your heart broke at him ignoring you— if he had heard you.
You wanted to call out again, but was interrupted by the door slamming shut. It was Bucky— he was here. You just needed to know what happened to him. Why he was acting like he didn’t know you.
You were left in shock, unaware of the scrawny doctors entering the room. You were stuck in a state of confusion— but also knowing just what was going on.
You didn’t want to believe it, he wouldn’t. Hydra wouldn’t. Yeah right.
A prick into your arm had you jumping, whipping your wide eyes to the doctors.
“Sleep now— you’ll wake soon.” The nasal voice whispered to you.
You weren’t sure if the fact that you’d be unconscious during your torture would be worse— not knowing what body part they’d be prodding. A part of you knew this was a true gift— not being able to feel and experience the pain. You’d be violated, yes. But you’d escape the agony— and that’s all you cared about.
The room spun for a little bit, until everything faded into darkness. You could only hope that it was the permanent darkness you’d been praying for— but you were never that lucky.
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The sounds of metal clinking together had you jolting in your sleep hazed mind, the fog heavy in your brain. Your limbs felt heavy, like someone had tied weights onto your arms and legs. Your body was sore, even the slightest movement uncomfortable.
The metal clinking had you jumping again, and it was the sound of shoes shuffling against the floor that made you realize that you weren’t alone. Forcing your eyelids to lift, you could only see a blurry silhouette of someone standing over you.
You groaned in pain, as your body shook violently in agony.
What had they done to you?
The thought of not knowing had your skin crawling, the same feeling of wanting to rip your flesh off— coming back full force.
The longer you kept your eyes open, the blurriness started to clear, and soon you were staring into the eyes of him. Bucky.
But was it really him? You had assumed it was a him because of the metal arm— as no one else had one in this facility. Or so you knew of. But you still had that sliver of unknowing with him wearing the mask
His gaze was intense, his eyes full of a certain fury— but it wasn't towards you. His eyebrows were almost stuck in a furrowed manner, like he was always disturbed. He didn't shy away from your stare, if anything he held your gaze in a pleading manner— almost like he wanted you to see something hidden behind the striking blue.
"Bu—" You attempted but broke out into a cough, caused by the dryness in your throat, " Bucky... it's you."
His blues darted down to your mouth, watching the words slip past your lips. His eyes burned with confusion, like the simple spoken words were so confusing.
To you, it wasn't confusing. To him— he couldn't quite understand this nagging feeling that threatened to split his brain apart.
Who was Bucky? He thought.
It was a mixture of fear of the unknown feeling, but with that came an odd wave of comfort. He didn't understand why a prisoner like you would bring him anything of comfort.
You watched the war enrage in his mind, and you could almost hear the internal battle happening. His eyes flashed with pain, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips frantically.
"Bucky, please stop acting like you don't remember me— I'm scared! Please!" You begged, forgetting your condition. You'd be nothing but dead weight with your limp body, as you were unable to sit up by yourself.
His eyes grew practically red with anger, and turned away towards the cell door. His metal arm whirred by his side, his flesh hand twitching in frustration. You felt the fear fill your body as he turned away, his body facing the door— you didn't want him to leave you.
"Don't leave... please." You whispered, your voice breaking at the end.
He slowly turned his body to face you, the desperation in your voice sparking something yet again within him. He hated it but clung to it at the same time. Without controlling himself, he had kneeled in front of you. Without uttering a word— he stared. Taking in every detail etched into your face. Your skin, the lines, the indents— everything that he was sure he'd forget by the next mission.
He found himself memorizing your features, and he wasn't sure why. He was shocked to find your features familiar— the nagging feeling coming full force. Knocking the air from his lungs as he struggled to breathe through the muzzle.
"Thank you." You whispered, your eyelids feeling heavy again and you were afraid to shut them— worried he'd be gone the next time you open them.
He didn't say anything back as he just stared at you with a longing gaze— his breathing heavy and fanning through the muzzle.
You wanted to ask him why he was here with you in your cell, seeing as there was no point. But instead, you found yourself lifting your frail hand— hovering your fingertips above the mask.
He instinctively flinched away, his head jolting back from your reach. You paused your hand in mid air— staring at him with glossy eyes. Watching him cower away from your touch, the way his eyes held fear. The blue in his eyes stormy— haunted.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you— don't think I could if I tried." You tried to joke through the tightness in your throat.
His eyes widened slightly at your words, and you quickly clarified.
"But I won't hurt you— I won't even try." You promised to him, holding his eyes with such genuineness it had shocked him.
He sucked in a quiet breath, easing his head back to your hand. You kept your hand still, waiting patiently as he leaned into your fingertips— deepening his push until your entire hand palmed his muzzled face.
As he waited for the pain to come from your touch— he found the pain had never come. He was leaned against you and he felt comforted. Your touch was soft, and even through the muzzle he could feel the warmth coming from your clammy hand.
"See... I'm not hurting you." You whispered weakly, your body curling inwards— throbbing with a wave of pain.
The brunette's eyes widened in panic, darting all over your body— frantically searching your being for the cause of your pain.
You recovered quickly, the pain passing as fast as it had arrived. Now it had left you weak and sluggish— the tensing of your muscles tiring your already frail body. You met his worried eyes again, the sight refreshing— to know he had a soul after all. His empty behavior was worrying you for the longest time— unsure if he was even your Bucky still.
"M'fine... just tired." You mumbled, unsure if he could even understand you— but you were too tired to care.
Your eyes shut only for a few seconds, and thats when you heard the sound of buckles unfastening. The sound had you cracking your eyes back open, a gasp of surprise escaping your lips at the sight of his fully exposed face. He had taken off the muzzle.
It was your Bucky.
Your dry and cracked lips broke into a smile, one that would never reach your eyes. Despite the hollow look he sported, and the way he didn't even look like himself in little glimpses— you were happy to see him. Enjoying the quiet moment— the peace that came with his company. It all came flooding back into this cell as it did in the last one. The gap in the wall that had you two connecting— clinging to each other.
A sharp inhale had you snapping from your daydream, your eyes focusing back on his face. His blues were shining with unshed tears— almost like he was unable to let them fall. He crawled closer to your crumpled form on the bench in the cell— his hands resting near your body, but just enough where his knuckles could brush against you.
His lip quivered in frustration, needing to say so much— but knowing he didn't have enough time.
"It's okay... I've got you." You mirrored from the very first time he had comforted you through the gap.
His breathing slowed and he looked like he had instantly relaxed— letting his guard just slightly. But with that, came the flood of tears that ached to be freed. The emotions he had muted, painfully burning from him. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
He sobbed, leaning his forehead down to your arm. Bowing before you in a way— hiding his face away by smushing into you.
You just sat still, keeping your arms by your side— unsure if your affection would be welcomed. His cries broke your heart— his whimpers making your stomach knot up. You were broken beyond repair, but if you could you'd take away all his pain.
Both of you were stuck— trapped in what felt like an enteral hell. There was no end to the tortuous tunnel and you both knew that.
At least with each other— you wouldn't suffer alone.
A/N: sorry if there is spelling errors, i did a quick proof read once but it was awhile ago🤍
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Дорогая Masterlist (Dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader)
Дорогая Masterlist (COMPLETED)
Summary: Bucky's Winter Soldier programming has been triggered. Turns out the Winter Soldier has a thing for you.
Warnings: dark content, winter soldier!bucky, +18 content, strong language, dub-con/non-con, kidnapping, gaslighting
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graceloveswolves · 1 year
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Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include….
- him noticing you before you noticed him
- he would probably ask Steve about you first in what he thinks in a quiet manner
- Steve sniffing the bs and pulling some strings to make sure you are around him a lot more then usual
- Steve also pretending he needs your help with something and introducing you to Bucky
- Bucky definitely goes to bed thinking about you when he’s not with you
- Smiling to himself whenever he recalls a conversation you two had, even if it was something as simple as how cold the room was or a movie you saw recently
- him just happy to be near you, taking any chance to be by your side when it comes
- he’s quite overprotective but he tries not to show it
- whenever Steve or Sam point it out he will deny it and find some justification regarding your safety
- he also gets a little jealous, but mostly keeps it to himself.
- the king of respect & consent
- totally old school
- will buy you flowers “just because”
- opening any doors around you even with only one arm
- sweet compliments 24/7
- he will force you to dance with him in the kitchen at random hours of the day
- trying to get him to adjust to the new world
- and new music
- he LOVES watching movies with you
- it’s a routine you have, every night a new movie
- you guys also go to your favorite restaurant at least once a week
- pretty much being together more often then not
- Bucky not taking a mission if you guys had plans beforehand, you come first
- Bucky being your ride or die, he’s a very loyal person and wouldn’t put anyone or anything above you
- he will get in a fight if anyone messes with you
- or threatens you
- or talks shit behind your back
- he’s also your unofficial protector
- he will protect you from things you didn’t even know you needed protecting from
- also, gifting you a kitty on your anniversary
- he wanted to give you something meaningful and he knew how much you loved Alpine and it was a good start at a little family
- he would make sure you both were ready for another kitty though
- sometimes you guys would have sleepless nights, when he wakes up from a nightmare and you guys binge watch a TV show or movie series
- you end up tapping out first of course and falling asleep on his chest to the background noise of the tv
- Bucky refuses to fight with you
- he’s a very understanding person, so it’s very very rare for you guys to argue or fight seriously over something bigger then where to eat, or who forgot to take out the trash
- he is low key a simp and would soon apologize for whatever it was that made you upset and would just want to be done fighting
- he doesn’t like it when you’re mad at him especially after Steve leaving him you are all he has
- aside from Sam & Alpine of course
(IDC ALPINE SHOULDVE MADE THE MOVIES FIGHT ME ON IT 😁)
- Having to reassure him from time to time that he isn’t a bad guy and never was
- but sometimes all you can do is just hug him
- he has his good days and bad days though
- he can actually be pretty playful when it’s just you two
- him totally using his arm to his advantage when tickling you/play fighting
- one time you grabbed his metal wrist and wrapped your legs around him arm as an attempt to get him to stop tickling you
- he just lifted his entire arm up and watched you dangle in the air
- and then proceeded to tickle you with you with his free hand
- his arm hanging over the couch of course so when you fall you’ll be safe
- you make him love his arm more and feel better about it
- showers together, pretty much 100% of the time
- he can be very domestic, but if we are being honest he can’t cook
- but he makes up for it by doing other things or ordering food instead if you don’t feel like cooking
- he’s very gentle and attentive
- Bucky notices the little things and sometimes beats you to it, like a little task you needed to do or grabbing something like your purse or wallet for you
- total husband material
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cloudyrobs · 11 months
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BEACH BUM- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: a beach day with your boyfriend is quite peaceful, until he finds out about a new kink of yours...
Warnings: smut implied, hair pulling, pet names, swearing, oral mentioned, teasing, mainly fluff<33
Notes: in honour of summer now “officially” here for me, i wrote this little blurb. this is what i think bucky would be like on a beach day hehe 
-claire bear
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The sun beamed down on you, its rays soaking into your skin as you lay upon the soft towel you had placed down on the golden sand. It was as soft as a cushion, supporting your weight like a plush memory foam mattress as you let out a sigh of relief. 
Took a deep, calming breath of the salty air. 
The weights were now lifted off you, summer vacation finally here, which meant- less stress. No more busy schedules, your week jammed packed with clients and meetings, paperwork and phone calls.
 Just the sun, the sand, the seagulls that chirped to one another over the rolling blue waves, or the pieces of driftwood that washed up on shore.
 You couldn't help but smile, the sound of the cicadas in the bush sounding like music to your ears. Nothing could break you from this hypnotic state, this piece of serenity you had created for yourself—nothing but… sand. 
You felt the grains intertwine with your salty hair from the water, and you felt your eyes rolling before you could stop them. 
“M’sorry doll.” your boyfriend Bucky apologized from beside you, his hands occupied with shovels and buckets- playing with the sand. You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. 
“Baby. You’re 106. Why can't you sit, and tan, like an adult?” you laughed, sliding your sunglasses up so you could get a better look at his beauty. 
He was sitting on a pile of sand, skin golden as honey as he brushed the wavy strands of hair from his clear blue eyes, as soft and mellow as the ocean sprawled out in front of you. 
A red shovel was in his hand, moats and little tunnels already dug out, leading towards a sandcastle. “Because that's boring as fuck, and I need to outshine that kid's castle down there. He has three moats right now, and I only have two.” he huffed, counting to dig at the shore.
 “Can you outshine him without getting sand in my hair?”
 “Can you help me with this moat?” he asked, puppy eyes wide and pleading as he pouted. “Will you get sand in my hair again?”
 Silence. 
You raised your eyebrows, feeling like a mother scolding a two year old as you glared over at him. “... Maybe. But if you help me I’ll be sure to be careful.” he smiled, making you bark out with laughter. 
“Fine. But I want a plum. And some head later.” you teased, watching as he tossed you over the bag of the ripe fruit that he had snagged from the farmers market on the way down to the beach off the side of the highway- between the rows of sunflowers.
 “I’ll always give you head. M’favourite thing to give ya honey.” he cooed, handing you a shovel as you moved off your towel, now covered in sand, to sit in Bucky’s lap. 
You giggled as he leaned his head down, beard tickling your neck as he kissed the tanned skin tenderly, nibbling at his lovemarks. “Always taste s’sweet. Like plums.” he whispered, the vibrations against your skin making you shiver as you took a bite of the purple fruit, its sweet juices spilling onto your tongue.
 “D’think anyone will notice if the car fogs up a little bit?” you giggled, watching as he took a bite out of your plum, munching on it happily. 
It wasn't just you who needed this vacation. Bucky did too. He worked harder than anyone you had ever known, and you could tell the soft summers breeze and the warm sunshine wasn't just making your serotonin boost. 
“They might. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do it though.” he joked, taking another bite of your food, to which you replied with a gentle smack to his bicep. “Get your own plum punk!” you snorted, snatching the fruit back from him. 
“But I want yours.” 
“Why?!” 
“Cause it tastes better when it’s yours. Has your spit all over it n shit.” he hummed, making you choke on a laugh, the fruit nearly getting stuck in your esophagus at his confession. 
“You’re a slut, ya know.” you murmured mid-bite, earning a pinch on your side from him, making you squeak like a mouse from the gentle assault. “Yeah but I’m your slut. So that makes it perfectly okay.” You tilted your head in agreement as if to say, fair enough. 
Before you could open your mouth to say anything to the man, his mouth was on your plum again, teeth breaking the skin as he nibbled on it. 
“No. More. Plums.” you poked his leg, feeling his body shake with laughter beneath you. “Or. What?” he poked back, his skin warm and comforting to the touch as the pads of his fingers danced across your shoulder blades, strumming the straps of your bikini top like it was his electric guitar back at home. 
“Or… this!” you jumped up suddenly, bolting away from Bucky as if your life depended on it. Cause it kinda did. The thundering footsteps behind you and the clouds of sand kicked up behind you proved that very point. 
You let out a giggle as he caught up to you, the plum long forgotten as he picked you up, swinging you around before he tossed you in the crystal clear waves in front of you. 
You couldn't stop your laughter as the waves brushed up onto your shoulders, splashing over Bucky's knees as he walked over to you, shaking his head. 
“You know that never works princess. Not once has it ever been successful for you.” he snickered, plopping down on the ocean floor below, urging you to come over to him. You happily obeyed, straddling his waist as his hands ran through the wet strands of your hair, his fingers a makeshift comb as he watched the droplets of water run down your soft skin. 
“I know. But it’s fun to try.” you smiled. “Plus there's a chance maybe one day I’ll beat y- oh!” your words were broken off with a moan as Bucky accidentally snagged your hair, yanking your head back- neck bared to him. 
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks like the waves washing upon the shore, the hair-pulling turning you on even more than you already were. 
“Did my princess like that?” he whispered, voice low as you felt yourself instinctively curling into his chest, the embarrassment making you want to stick your head under the sand to join the fish. 
“Oh she did, didn’t she? No need to get embarrassed honey.” he cooed, hands slipping down to stroke your hips, holding them softly. “Felt nice.” you muttered into his chest, knowing the super soldier could hear you clear as day. 
“Good to know honey. We best put your hair in pigtails soon, hm?” You snuggled deeper into his chest, letting out a purr as he held you closer, protecting you from the waves around the two of you. 
“Why?”
 “For reins of course, you silly girl.”
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saltsicklover · 7 months
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Bucky Barnes Master List
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₊✧ Bucky Barnes ✧₊
One Shots
24,901 Miles ♡ - "We have always been the most intimate in crowded rooms; yards apart, eyes catching each others' knowing glances."
Bikinis, Breasts, and Bucky Barnes ♡ - "Summertime has got to be one of the most oppressive parts of the year."
The Weather ♡ - "It took James Barnes three months to speak more than a 'hello' and an appointment time to the beautiful women that sits behind the front desk in Dr. Raynor's stuffy office."
Series
From Me to You ~ Fan Mail Series (In Progress) ♡
Part One: Fan Mail - "Bucky has never gotten fan mail. Ill wishes and empty threats via the postal service sent from all over the world, sure, that's old hat by now."
Part Two: Pen Pal - "When Bucky finally decides he is going to write to his new pen pal, he is knee deep in weeds outside of a long condemned government facility on the outskirts of a fly over town."
Part Three: The First Official Letter - "Maybe Bucky shouldn't have written at all. The thought swam around Bucky's mind for weeks."
Part Four: Dear Ace - ""I need to know one thing, what apartment do you live in?" The letter burned a hole in her pocket."
Part Five: Dear 201 - "Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace."
Part Six: Trouble - "The tension hung between the Super Soldiers, sticky and all consuming as the hours turned to days after the fight."
Part Seven: Bloody Knuckles - "Ace is ready to take on the world, at least that's what she tells herself, heading out of the apartment, ready for a long awaited day off, but the letters she found stacked in her mailbox give her pause."
Part Eight: A Sacrifice For Love - "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
I've Always Dreamt of You ~ Unknown Soulmate AU (In Progress) ꨄ︎
Part One: Blue - "The way Icarus dreamt of flight doesn't even come close to rivaling the way I dream of him."
˖⁺‧₊ Key₊‧⁺˖
♡ xFem!Reader
☁︎ xDisabled!Reader
ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU
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luvbishops · 7 months
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mcu! bucky barnes | the winter soldier! ★
my other moodboards!
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xoxoavenger · 8 months
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Come Back Home
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
summary: Bucky and Y/N are only married two days before Bucky’s sent out on a mission during what was supposed to be their honeymoon
word count: 3210
warnings: injury, near death, loss of consciousness, hurt/comfort
masterlist
"It's not like this one is any more dangerous than normal." Bucky tells her, interlacing their hands by her head. She's holding back her tears, but barely; he can see them shining at her waterline. When she blinks, one races down her cheek. He moves his thumb, bringing their hands up to her face briefly before bringing back to the middle of the bed.
"I know, but," More tears falling as she begins to shake. He brings her closer, holding her tight as if that would make her stop crying. "It feels different." She tells him, and he understands.
"I know, doll." He whispers, kissing her head and shifting so she was slightly on top of him. They had just gotten married, and their honeymoon was supposed to be this week, but Bucky was called on a mission and they were forced to push it back - at Tony Stark's expense, of course. But still, it was supposed to be their time. They were supposed to be on a plane to a private island, owned by SHIELD and loaned out to employees, specifically the Avengers. It made the other agents pissed when the avengers would call dibs on the island, but there wasn't much they could do, as the Avengers were so high up there wasn't really a way to argue about who was getting the island. When Bucky had told Y/N that he was called in for a mission, Y/N almost killed Fury with her own bare hands.
"I hate him." Y/N cried into Bucky's bare chest, and he ran his fingers up and down her back to try and comfort her.
"I'm sorry." He mutters, not knowing what else to say. He had yelled at Steve when the Captain had delivered the news, then gone straight through Tony to Fury, where he went off about his wedding and his honeymoon and his girl. It hadn't mattered, though. They needed him for this one, needed someone who could handle the cold, someone who worked well with Natasha, the other one on the emergency mission. He knew it was important, but he wished there was any way for him to not have to do this.
"It's not your fault." Y/N starts to calm down a little bit, and he knows she must be tired.
"Go to sleep." Bucky tells her, closing his eyes.
"Don't wanna." She mutters, kissing his chest. "I wanna stay up with you all night." She can't do that, they both know, but he just lets out a hum.
"I have to sleep." He tells her, but she is already closing her eyes anyway so it doesn't matter much.
Despite his words, Bucky doesn't go to sleep. He stays still so Y/N can sleep, still clutching him tightly. He feels guilty for leaving two days after their wedding; he knows she understands, but it still hurts and he knows she feels guilty for being mad at Fury just for doing his job. He just wishes he could be there with Y/N.
He goes to sleep with his heart beating fast with guilt.
~
She sits on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and watching as Bucky put on his suit. She usually liked this part, liked his suit, but knowing that he was on a dangerous mission days after their wedding made the feelings be shoved down. She didn't even realize he was done until he knelt in front of her, tilting her chin in his hand.
"I'm gonna go now." It was nearing 5 am, his call time, which made the tears fill her eyes.
"Okay," She was barely letting the word out, but Bucky heard it. He rubbed a thumb over her cheek and she leaned into the touch.
"I love you." He didn't let her say it back, just kissed her hard. She kissed back, tears smudging into his face.
"I love you too." She mouths, the words not coming out. They stood so she could hold him tightly, him putting one hand on her lower back and the other holding her head to his chest.
"I'll be back before you know it." He tells her, and she just nods.
"I love you." This time she says it louder, and he nods and kisses her forehead.
"I love you too." He grabs her face and kisses her once more, then walks out. She holds his hand until he goes through the door, and once the door closes she allows herself to cry.
When he's gone, she doesn't like thinking about what is going on in the mission. They can't contact each other in the field, which always makes her anxiety go crazy. She tries to hide it from everyone else, making espresso with Tony at early hours and hanging out in the lab with him when she can't sleep - which is every night.
"What'cha workin' on?" She lets herself into Tony's lab, two cups of coffee in her hands. Tony, who had been at his desk (sleeping, she sees now) jolts up, a paper stuck to his cheek as he lets out a noise of surprise.
"Hi," He grumbles as he pulls the paper off his face, wiping it free of any drool that may have escaped. He blinks and shakes his head slightly, trying to get his bearings. "When was the last time you slept?" Y/N asks with a small chuckle, setting down one of the coffees away from him - he doesn't need that tonight.
"What's today?" Tony asks, and he's being completely serious about it. Her eyes widen when she realizes she doesn't know either.
"Uh, probably," She thinks back to the last time she slept, which was the last night Bucky was here; Monday. It hadn't been that long, there's no way she's been awake for longer than a day or two. "Like, Wednesday." She shrugs. Tony puts his hands on his head, rubbing his face.
"No, no, I had a meeting on Wednesday, and that was not today." He was shaking his head, and this made Y/N chuckle.
"What, so you're saying you think today is Thursday?" She chuckles, taking a drink of coffee. As she begins to realize that it might have been longer than she once thought since she slept. How much coffee has she had?
"If it's past midnight, I think it's Friday." Tony stands, yawning and stretching. She grabs her phone and checks. It's 2:19 AM, and low and behold right under that time her phone reads Friday.
"Oh my God," Y/N drops her mug, which shatters on the ground with a sound that makes Tony jump, and she puts her phone on the small work bench she leans on. She's shaking now, eyes feeling heavy. How was she able to go this long without sleep?
Oh, that's right, because Bucky was gone and every time she tried to sleep she had the horrid nightmare of waking up to a call that Bucky died on the mission. She doesn't know how long he's supposed to be gone, but she usually doesn't go crazy until the two week mark.
"When was the last time you slept?" Tony is at her side, holding onto her arm, and she is thankful because her muscles are turned to jelly.
"When Bucky left." When Tony starts to speak, she shakes her head. "I mean, I've slept here and there, but not well." She feels all the exhaustion hit her at once, and she knows she's going to fall over soon.
"Are you kidding me?" She's never heard him this angry, and she doesn't blame him. She had practically just tried to killed herself.
"I'm gonna collapse." She tells him, head leaning back as her eyes roll back and she passes out.
~
When she wakes up, it's to a phone call. She has no idea how long she's been out, but she remembers that she had passed out in Tony's lab, and she must have fallen on the broken mug, since her hands and parts of her arms are wrapped and sharp pain radiates up them. There's a small cut on her cheek, which isn't too bad, but she forgets for a moment when she brings the phone up to her face and winces, having to switch sides. She hadn't looked at who called her or what time - or day - it was, but through the curtains she can see that it's dark outside.
"Hello?" Her voice is rough, but whoever's calling her at this time should definitely not expect her to be awake - never mind that she actually was awake for five whole days.
"Is this Y/N L/N?" She doesn't recognize the voice, but they know her name so there must be a reason.
"Yes." She isn't thinking well - if she was, she would recognize this. Not from a memory, but from a nightmare.
"We're calling to inform you that your husband, James Barnes," They don't need to go on, Y/N knows what they'll say. She feels something sick rise in her stomach as her heart drops. "He's sustained major injuries on his most recent mission."
"No," Y/N mutters, shakily getting out of bed. She doesn't know where she's going, but she doesn't bother putting on shoes as she walks out the door and into the hallway.
"He's in a secure hospital in Russia." The person keeps going as if they're not delivering the most heartbreaking news a wife could get.
"This can't be real." She pinches herself as she trips over her own feet, sending her stumbling straight into the wall. She slides down it, leaning against it as she hits the ground.
"We're working on moving him back to the U.S. when he's more stable, but for now he's in surgery." She can't think doesn't know what to ask.
"What happened?" As she whispers it she's sure the person on the other line can't hear her when Steve opens his door, looking around. Y/N doesn't turn toward him, keeps her back hunched in his direction.
"Pardon?" The person on the line didn't hear. Y/N' doesn't have time to respond before Steve is pressing a hand into her back.
"Y/N? What're you doing wandering around?" He crouches down and then he sees the phone. "Who're you talking to?"
"What happened?" She repeats louder, ignoring Steve.
"I can't say. I will call you when he gets to America." No condolences. No remorse. Just a dead line that continues to beep as the phone slips out of her grasp and tumbles the short distance to the floor.
"What's going on?" Steve's not stupid, he knows what's happening. He's just hoping he's wrong.
"Bucky," As soon as she says his name, the dam breaks. She lets out a shriek as she covers her mouth, her thoughts flooded with images of his bruised and battered body. They can't even tell her what happened? What kind of bullshit is this?
"No," Steve mutters, grabbing Y/N and letting her rest against him as she begins to sob. Loud, ugly sobs that tear her heart in half with every ragged breath. Her thoughts are filled with what life without Bucky would look like; she can't even make it one week without him. She would never survive a lifetime of missing him.
"What's going on?" Sam is walking out of his door in front of them, and when Steve looks up with red eyes, Y/N falling apart in his arms, he knows. "Shit," He doesn't know whether he should go up to them and comfort or if it would be too much, so he stays put, hand over his mouth.
Slowly, one by one, everyone is coming out of their rooms and realizing what's going on. Steve picks Y/N up eventually, taking her to her room as she sobs, not able to calm herself down. When he shuts the door behind him, they know that the two are going to be in there for awhile.
"What happened?" Bruce asks with a yawn.
"Bucky was injured. That's all I know." Sam shrugged. He wished he knew more, knew how to help the two, but he only had the small information he could gather from the two.
"Fuck," Tony mutters, looking up at the ceiling. Y/N had slept through the whole day, which was good because the last time he had seen her she wasn't looking not great. She had fallen on the glass and cut herself up.
Back in her and Bucky's room, Y/N was laying in the bed, Steve on top of the covers to comfort her.
"He'll be okay. He's a super solider. And he has a helluva good reason to make it back." Steve is rubbing her back as she gasps in breaths.
"I can't make it without him." She says between breaths, but Steve shakes his head.
"You could, but you won't have to." He doesn't tell her that he's worried about Bucky as well, that the fact that they won't tell her the extent of his injuries is troubling. "He'll be okay." Steve just hopes that somehow she believes the words that even he doesn't.
~
When Bucky finally gets to a hospital in New York, Steve and Y/N are there as soon as they get the call. Bucky is laying on the bed, much worse than in her dreams. When she imagined him in the hospital, she imagined the bruises and the cuts and him unconscious, but her brain didn't have common sense so she never imagined him like this.
He was laying on his back, looking anything but peaceful. There was a ventilator in his mouth breathing for him. The left half of his face was basically all bruises and blood, cuts on his mouth and under his eye, which was swollen. His left leg was in a stirrup, pins sticking out of it. They hadn't been told much, but Y/N could tell he must've fell on his left side. Steve continues walking in the room to be next to Bucky, but Y/N is paused at the door, staring at her person, her husband, who doesn't even look like himself.
The doctor is talking now, explaining injuries, but all Y/N hears is that he was saving a kid, that there was a ledge and it was him or the kid and he was trying to save himself with the arm, but he landed on his leg and something about the bones shattering and -
Y/N's on the floor.
She doesn't know how she got there, but all the sudden the ground is cold underneath her cheek and people are around her. They're calling out to her, asking if she can hear them, and she can, but she can't get her mouth to work. Her eyes are open, she can see, she has her senses, but she can't get her body to move. Then her eyes roll back and she goes limp, eyes closed.
When she wakes up, it's slow. It's the second time she's passed out in the past couple days, and she hopes this is her quota for at least a year. Natasha is sitting at her bedside, awake and staring at the opposite wall. She looks like she hasn't slept since she left on the mission.
"Tasha?" Y/N whispers, watching the red head snap toward her.
"How are you feeling?" Natasha is up on her feet and at Y/N's head.
"How's Bucky?" Y/N sits up, ignoring the urge to rip the IV out of her arm. She watches as Natasha's face falls, a look Y/N can read all too well. She's guilty.
"He hasn't woken up yet. They're talking about taking the ventilator out." Natasha informs her before she can say anything.
"It's not your fault." Y/N tells her. Natasha shakes her head.
"You weren't there. You didn't see what happened." And although she's right, Y/N shakes her head.
"You know he won't blame you." She can't stay in this bed, so she picks at the tape and almost pulls the IV out before Natasha can stop her.
"Stop." Natasha puts a hand on her arm, but Y/N goes against her and pulls it out, letting the blood well to the surface.
"I'm going." She needs to be strong now, for her husband. She's been a shit wife, going crazy while he was away, but that changes now.
"Steve is there now, and the ICU doesn't allow two people in the room." Natasha tries, but it's not working.
"I'm his motherfucking wife. I'm going in." And that settles it.
~
It takes days for Bucky to wake up.
They take the ventilator out before Y/N gets to the room, kicking Steve out. She'd feel worse if she had the bandwidth to care, but she does not. She throws him out of the room with no remorse and stays by Bucky's side, forgoing eating and drinking and nearly passing out again until Natasha forces her out of the room and practically shoves food down her throat. Y/N gets back to the room and falls asleep on the chair with her head on the bed, Bucky's hand clasped in her own.
She's asleep when he wakes up. The left half of his face feels exactly how he expected before he lost consciousness, so does his leg. Y/N is sitting on his right, sound asleep, which is good because he expected her to never sleep while he was gone. When he looked closer, with his good eye, he can see the bags under her own eyes and the tiredness that carried even into her sleeping face. He felt guilty for putting her through this; he had no idea how long he'd been out, how long it had been since he almost died.
He also felt guilty for what he was about to do.
If he were fine, he would just pull her up and keep her asleep and in his arms. While he could move the metal arm - even with the extensive damage it had taken - he could in no way move the other parts of his left side.
"Babe," Bucky nudged her, causing her to jump up. Before she could say anything, she was pulled her up with his good hand and into his good side and she's so tired she lets him, which shows how much she's been hurting. He knows if she was okay she would be yelling at him for doing this while he's so badly hurt.
"I missed you." She whispers, careful to not touch his left side.
"I'm sorry." He tells her, kissing her forehead.
"I love you." She's too tired to argue about why he shouldn't be sorry, so she snuggles into his arms and he leans his head against hers, which is half off his chest and half on the bed in between his chest and his arm.
"I love you too." He tells her and she shifts for a moment.
"We should tell the nurses you're awake." She mutters, but makes no move to do it.
"I'm not." He tells her and closes his eyes with a smile.
"Okay, you rebel." She chuckles before relaxing with a deep breath. She feels whole again. "Thanks for coming back to me."
"I'll always come back home." He tells her softly, his metal arm moving the hair out of her face as she falls asleep. "Always."
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b1ue-harvest · 1 year
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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanon
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BUCKY BARNES X GN READER
- Bucky acts tough but he’s the biggest softy on the inside and you really bring that out
- Loves listening to old music and dancing with you in his apartment
- Hiking and museum dates
- Literally the best listener ever (because he’s so introverted)
- His favorite days are when it’s raining and the two of you can spend all day inside reading to each other
- Opens up about his trauma and PTSD
- You catch him up on all the tv shows and movies he missed
- Showering together 🫢
- Loves going on beach days with you (the fresh air and sea breeze make him feel free plus he gets to stare at you in a bathing suit)
- You and Sam are best friends
- When he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes you absolutely melt into the floor (he knows he can get you to do anything for him lol)
- Bucky gets overstimulated easily (especially with loud noises) so you got him noise canceling headphones for Christmas one year
- Is an excellent writer because he reads so much and writes poems about you
- Loves when his clothes smell like your perfume after you hug him
- Refuses to ever let you pay for dinner
- Let’s you paint his nails (as long as you don’t tell anyone 😂)
- Will hold your hair back when you puke
- Cheek and forehead kisses
- Loves you so much it makes his heart hurt
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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year
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Serious Questions
BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader
summary: Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his colleagues shut up. Now, he just feels sorry for the poor woman that has to spend an entire evening with him. He really tries to make it work, though, because he actually enjoys her company.
a/n: This was a request by the lovely @alana-32. Hopefully, it meets your expectations 💙 I haven’t written pure fluff in a hot minute but this was fun!
word count: 2.9k
warnings: nervous and wholesome Bucky, super fluffy, just a really beautiful bond unfolding 
・゚✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。✭・゚
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You should get out more, Bucky. Meet people and make friends, Bucky. You need to get laid, Bucky.
Sam’s words echoed through Bucky’s head as he pushed open the door of the restaurant. The warm air welcomed him and the little bell at the entrance rattled when he entered. He didn’t know how it exactly happened, but all of a sudden Clint had pitched into the conversation and urged him to meet his cousin. And Bucky had agreed. Well, the desperate attempt to make them shut up backfired. Big time.
He didn’t want to date. Apart from the fact that he didn’t wish himself on anybody, he didn’t think he could handle a relationship like that. Hell, Bucky barely realized how he made friends in the past year, so how the hell was he supposed to date? He hadn't done it in ages. It was probably different now than it was 80 years ago. 
The waiter looked at him with wide eyes - fear visible on his face - when he entered and chose a quiet place in the corner, though the whole restaurant was fairly empty. What would he even talk about? His hand started to sweat. This had been a bad idea. A really stupid bad idea. His eyes swerved to the door and then back to the waiter standing behind a small bar. Was it too late to back out? 
But then the bell above the entrance chimed again and he knew that he had missed his chance. 
“Hello.” You smiled at him, clutching your bag with nervous fingers. “Are you James Barnes?”
Bucky scrambled to stand up and held out his hand to you with a tight smile. He nodded and gestured for you to take a seat after you told him your name. 
He could do this, he thought. Especially because you seemed just as nervous. The first thing you two had in common, right?
“I’m really sorry, this is kind of awkward.” You looked down at your hands beneath the table with hesitance. “I... uhm... I haven’t done this in a while,” you confessed with genuine eyes. And Bucky could see a hint of comfort washing through your face. 
“I doubt your last date is as long ago as mine, doll. You’ll probably do a lot better than me.”
A small laugh pressed past your lips and Bucky’s heart warmed at the sound. It felt good to make you laugh. He wanted to do it again.
“Let’s rush through the basics then so we can get to the interesting bits. I think that first half hour is what makes these things so awkward.” Your mouth spread into a grin as you straightened up.
“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky nodded. 
“Well, you already know my name... I work in a small bookshop in Brooklyn, I am an only child but never wanted to be. I love dogs, cats, ducks - all the animals, really, but I don’t have any pets because my landlord doesn’t allow them. Well... I have fish - I had to settle for fish because they're quiet. But that’s their problem, you know? They’re quiet and you can’t play with them or pet them.” You shrugged. “Uhm... I like to read - I do that a lot, and I think that’s it.” Your speech ended with a bright smile and Bucky couldn’t help his own from spreading. 
“My turn?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...” He straightened ups as well, a little giddy about the situation now. Normally, Bucky wouldn’t react this way to something he didn't like, but he wanted to try it this time. You were just so sweet and he didn't want to ruin the date... for you. “My friends call me Bucky, I grew up in Brooklyn, I have a sister... had a sister. And I think I’m more of a cat person - if I had to choose. I don’t have any pets. I work a lot, I guess it keeps me distracted. And... I feel like my back story doesn’t need to be explained, you probably know all about it.” He didn’t give you much, Bucky knew that. But those were the things he could say easily and really, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to most of it.
“Bucky... I like it. What’s it short for?”
“Buchanan. ’s my middle name.”
“Like the President?”
“Yup.”
“Hm... I guess that’s kinda cool.”
“I guess.”
"Can I call you Bucky?"
He felt weirdly content with you saying his name. "If you want." There was no regret in his decision as he watched your face scrunch in excitement.
The shallow topics went on for a while, and Bucky was surprised to see that talking to you was easy. He didn’t worry about what you thought, because you reacted to his replies with intrigue and adoration. He felt heard. And he had to admit that he actually enjoyed the little meeting his teammate had set up so far. He learned a bunch of stuff about you. And he picked up on little quirks you had and he celebrated every new one he noticed. Like the way your nose slightly crunched when you didn't believe him, or how your finger grazed over the table when you talked about something you really liked - back and forth. It was comforting to be in your presence.
Bucky leaned back in his booth as he emptied his beer, watching as you ordered another drink for yourself. He found himself smiling into the bottle when the waiter agreed to add an extra peppermint leave, making you bite back a bright smile. The waiter smiled as well, a lot less tense than he had been before you had arrived and it fascinated Bucky how contagious your good mood was. Then you turned your attention back to Bucky and he had to regain his composure. His arm slipped from the back of the booth and fell to his side as he waited for you to talk again. 
“Okay, real talk, now - and I need you to answer this question honestly.” Your fingers pressed on the table like he’d seen important politicians do and Bucky had to hide a smile. 
“Hit me with it.”
“If you could be a mix of any two animals, which combination would you choose?”
Bucky was baffled for a second. He had expected everything but this. And then - out of the blue - he laughed. A real can’t-hold-back-the-snort-if-I-tried-laugh and it felt so unbelievably good, it scared him a bit.
You gasped appalled, but the small smirk behind your hand couldn’t be hidden. “This is serious, Bucky. It says a lot about you.”
“Really, how?”
“Well, for example, I would choose an elephumblebee because it would look freaking adorable. A tiny elephant with wings and a furry butt, are you kidding me? Why the government hasn’t made that happen yet is truly beyond me.”
Bucky got it, then. It really did say a lot about you. You were fun and cute and he could imagine a little clumsy at times - just like he would imagine an elephumblebee. And even though it still felt foreign to him to engage in a silly activity like this, with you, it was fun - and he wanted to. So he thought really hard, his eyes focusing on the wall behind you and you waited patiently and ordered another beer for him. 
Who would have thought that James Bucky Barnes would ever sit in a restaurant and think about how ridiculous a dog with a giraffe’s head would look? Certainly not Bucky. But it was almost comforting to do so.
“Alright, I think I got it.” You just nodded in anticipation. “I think I would be a spider-wolf... a spi- a spolf.” Bucky was satisfied with his answer: A lone wolf and someone people didn’t really like - pretty accurate if you’d asked him. 
You just watched him with a tilted head for a while and Bucky felt a little uncomfortable with his answer now. Had he said the wrong thing? 
“What?” Your lips just pursed in response. 
“Nothing, nothing..,” you trailed off and Bucky couldn’t stop staring at your lips. “I was just thinking, you know - I think I’ve never seen a real wolf before. It’s not on my bucket list or anything and I heard they are so much bigger than you think, but like... have you?”
“I actually have. In the wild - amazing animals and yeah, bigger than a dog, that’s for sure.”
“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “Wow, that must have been such a unique experience.”
Bucky smiled sadly, nodding. “To be honest, I didn’t really realize it when it happened. I couldn’t appreciate it the way you would.”
“Oh well, still. It’s awesome. The most extraordinary animal I have ever seen in ‘the wild’ was a raccoon. There’s not a lot of wildlife potential when you never leave the city.” You shrugged as you pressed your lips in a straight line, but Bucky chuckled.
“Not much of the vacation kind?”
“It’s not that...” You paused and sighed. “I just love the bookstore too much. There is this one lady. She comes in every Thursday at exactly the same time and she just sits and reads and she has the most amazing stories to tell. And then there is the little stray cat that comes by every day and we have a little cuddle session. Oh, and I can’t forget about the quiet tatted college kid that secretly reads romance novels in the back isles for hours on end. I would miss them too much...”
Bucky just sat and listened to you ramble on and on about all the individuals you were so attached to, even if they didn’t know. And he was reminded yet again how much he enjoyed this initially dreaded evening. It didn't feel forced and you were so authentic and kind. Bucky was relaxing with every second he spend in the cozy little restaurant with you. He was sure that he could spend a whole day here with you, without getting bored.
He leaned forward as he watched the corners of your mouth tug up and your eyes sparkle with joy while you talked about the bookstore. And he couldn’t help but ask himself how he ended up here. How had he gotten a date with the most caring person in the world - no, really, what were the odds of that happening to him? But the most present thought swarming his mind was: How is a woman like you still single? 
You suddenly stopped taking and Bucky was catapulted back to reality. You looked at him with wide eyes for the fraction of a second and then they softened and your gaze averted to the table. Had he just said that out loud?! Bucky didn’t know what to do. He was frozen to the booth, his hands tightening around the bottle and he held his breath - didn’t dare breathe until you gave him a new reaction.
After a beat, you sighed and looked him in the eyes apologetically. “I... I don’t know.” Your hand moved over the table and nervously began picking on the toothpicks in the glass jar. “I guess, I don’t seem to be the taste of most men around here. I don’t like wild parties and spending my weekends wasting away with a hangover.”
Bucky felt himself cringing at how uncomfortable he had made you. You clearly were embarrassed talking about this, but he would let you talk - or chose not to anymore. Either way, he would respect your decision.
“I... uh... I just haven’t had any luck so far. When I talk about my interests, everyone’s eyes just glaze over and then I never see them again. They think I’m boring, but that’s... I like concerts and dancing... I just don’t need the whole-” Your hands flailed in front of your face before you sunk back into your seat. 
“You’re not boring, doll. I completely understand what you’re saying. I don’t need all that-” now his hand flailed in the air, “either.” Which made you break a smile that got brighter when he returned it. And Bucky felt a little pride swell in his chest when he watched your mood lift again. 
“Can I ask you something?” You suddenly said and Bucky felt a little nervous at the piercing stare you gave him.
“Uh... sure.”
You bit your lip before finally speaking again. “You don’t really strike me as the social type, either.”
Bucky waited for you to continue, but you seemed in thought all of a sudden. “That’s not a question.”
You laughed nervously. “Right. I guess my question is... well, why did you agree to this evening? Clint didn’t really make it seem as if there was a lot of convincing involved.”
Bucky already facepalmed himself mentally for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t want to lie to you - it didn’t feel right. No, you deserved the truth - especially after you had answered his stupid question earlier so honestly.
“To be completely honest, I didn’t know how else to make my friends- uh...shut up. But I don’t regret coming here if that’s what you’re getting at.” He rushed that last part when he saw your face sadden. “I don’t get out too often, that’s true. Which doesn’t mean that I don’t want to... I just don’t know how to do this very well - talking to people. Usually, I get weird stares or fearful glances.”
Your eyes gleamed with something unintelligible before you leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table. “I don’t know how anyone could be scared of you, Bucky.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say, doll. But I don’t blame them, I would probably react the same if I weren’t... me.” His eyebrows furrowed with the last word and he could see a shiver of sadness wash over you.
“I think you’re pretty great,” you offered with an encouraging tap on his hand and Bucky felt his stomach churn.
A short silence overtook you and Bucky tried to keep his composure. The mood had shifted slightly, not uncomfortably, no - but just enough to leave his mind free from any topics he could talk about. Which usually wasn’t a problem, but he wanted to talk to you - tell you more and get told more. Which was why he was extra grateful for your breaking the silence after a couple seconds.
“So... I guess we can check off the heavy stuff as well?”
“Seems so,” he chuckled, holding on to the little feeling of relief you had sparked in his chest.
For the next hour, you actually got Bucky to open up a little more. He hadn’t even realized you were the one talking most of the time because he enjoyed listening to you so much. He came to realize, however, that it wasn’t so bad to talk about himself. He liked the way your eyes lit up at his stories about Clint, or the occasional ‘what, really?’ you threw into his anecdotes, making him feel important.
After another 30 minutes, you had made it outside. And as Bucky stood outside the restaurant door, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, helooked at you with an honest smile, while you adjusted your mittens.
“Thank you for giving this a chance, Bucky. I had a lot of fun tonight.” Your words built puffy white clouds in the air, but other than those, the butterflies in his stomach didn’t dissipate.
“I did, too,” he confessed, realizing for the fourth time today, that this was really true. “We should do this again.”
You bit your lips as your shoulders jerked with reluctance, but before you turned fully, you stepped towards Bucky and hugged him tightly. “Definitely.” 
The cold weather seemed a lot more bearable all of a sudden. Bucky caged you to his chest with his arms and pressed his smile into the crook of your neck while an excited shiver ran through him. He felt incredible, safe, content, and he realized how much he had missed hugs - real, affectionate hugs.
“And you’re not a spolf,” you mumbled into his ear, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re a curtle - a cat-turtle. Because you have a hard shell and you don’t trust very easily, which might make people feel like you don’t care. But you do - you’re just a little misunderstood.” You pulled back with a sad smile and Bucky felt his hands tighten around you as he stiffened. Though despite the surprise, his lips split into a bright smile.
He gazed into your eyes for a little longer before he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, making a giddy smile appear on your lips. “Thank you, doll.” 
And then, with a final wave ‘good night’ you turned and walked down the street. Bucky watched until you rounded the corner, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face.
**Bonus:
“So... how was the date?” Sam teased as Bucky entered the main area of the compound. But his friend just wanted to go to his room and revel in the serenity, you had brought him, a little longer.
“That’s none of your business, punk,” Bucky grumbled, passing the sofa. 
“Why, did you more-than-kiss her goodbye?”
Bucky stopped in his tracks and turned with an annoyed expression, but not even he could hide the blush on his cheeks from deepening at the thought of actually kissing you. His heart was pounding in his chest.
“Oh! Wait? Did you really?!”
“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky wanted to deny it for your sake, but he liked the thought of it too much. So he swiftly decided to simply not spill in front of his friends and your cousin. 
“Holy shit.” He heard Clint chuckle while he made a beeline to his room, missing how the two avengers exchanged a $10 bill behind him.
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Remember me doll?
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Smut , Angst?, fluff
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When Bucky meets his ex-girlfriend, who was taken by the hydra, will he be able to make her remember him or will she forget and kill him?
Word count: 1643
As a Hydra member punches her and ties her up, Y/N says, "I can't fucking stand you." The Hydra guard continued, "Well, we can't stand you assholes either." Y/N tried to find a way out after the guard left, but she still has no idea how to get away. She was tortured for months by the Hydra members. She hears an opening, and it is a group of Hydra members who are preparing to take her in order to transform her into the strongest super soldier in the world.
This is because they were unable to locate her boyfriend Bucky Barnes, who was out with Steve Rogers, her best friend. They forgot to tie her up once they had applied the super soldier serum. As soon as her eyes begin to open and she awakens, she dispatches four Hydra guards, travels to the other office, and kills one guard there. They realized then that they had overpowered her. She is attacked by a group of Hydra, who try to take her down. Once they do, they pull a picture of Bucky out of the picture and ask, "Do you remember this man?"
“I-I don't know.”
Before wiping her memory, the guard tells another guard, "again and make it stronger" Screams are all you can hear from Y/N. The guard goes up to her again with the picture”Do you remember this man?”
“No.”
"No? good. we want you to kill him." Y/N does not have any words and simply nods her head.
Y/N begins to put on her costume and getting ready to kill her boyfriend, the Winter Soldier. After she finishes, she gets in the car and they try to find Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When Y/N gets out of the car, she grabs a gun and starts shooting toward Steve and Bucky. "I’m gonna kill both of you," Y/N told the men in front of her. "Y/N it’s me Bucky you don't have to do this," Bucky tells her as he tries to calm her down because he doesn't want to fight her.
“Who the fuck is Y/N?” Y/N says Before swinging, Steve puts Y/N in a choke hold , and both Steve and Bucky pinned her to the ground. Bucky looked at Y/N and said, "You can kill us if you want but try to remember me please it's me doll." When he said "doll," she suddenly remembered Bucky, which made her stomach flutter. Before wrapping him in her arms and giving him a big hug, Y/N exclaimed, "Oh my god Bucky." It was a nice moment before Steve ruined it by saying “Nice reunion guys but we have to leave. ” Before she kills the Hydra gaurd, Y/N decides to take the knife from the floor and run toward him. Before she kills the gaurd, she looks him in the eye and says, "I hope I make this as painful as possible," before taking the knife out of her pocket and slicing his neck.
After they killed the other guards, Steve and Bucky went to her. "Let's head to the tower guys, I'm sure Natasha would love to see you again Y/N," Steve tells Y/N as she gets into the car with them. "Tony is going to want to keep her held in a cell I don't think he's going to trust her yet," Bucky told Steve. "I'll talk to him and see what we can do," Steve tells Bucky.
Bucky approaches Y/N and says, "I missed you so much Y/N." As he tells her this, he kisses her. "I missed you to Barnes," Y/N says with a smile. “Let's head home” Bucky says as they begin their ascent toward the tower.
Once they made their way to the tower Steve says to the both of them “Let me talk to Tony super quick before he starts asking questions”
Bucky responds, "I'm sure Tony will come around for you," after he mentions that Y/N becomes nervous and in effort to make Y/N feel better, Bucky lets out a small chuckle and says "hey at least you didn’t kill his parents," Y/N responds with a little giggle by saying “don’t let tony hear you say that” before stepping out of the car and moving toward Steve, who had been standing alone.
"What was Tony saying?"
Steve responds to Y/N, "He said he’ll let you stay but tomorrow he wants to ask a few questions and get you checked up."
Y/N responds, "Okay that's fine I'll make sure to thank him," before returning to Bucky.
"He’s letting me stay but he wants to ask questions tomorrow but at least I can rest today," Y/N says as she returns to Bucky. "I’ll make sure to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible here," Bucky says.
Before entering the tower, Y/N grabs Bucky's hand and says, "Let's head in, I need a shower."
Y/N gives everyone a hug as they enter the tower, and Peter says, "I missed you so much ma'am, you're so badass for getting out of there." Natasha says, "I think she forgot to give me a hug," as she enters the rooms. Y/N says, "I missed you too, Peter," before heading to Natasha to give her a hug “what have you guys been up to?”
Laughing, Natasha says, "Looking for you."
Before departing to take a shower, Y/N says, "well It was nice seeing you guys again, but I’m gonna go shower."
As she enters her previous room, she takes a moment to express her joy at finally being with Bucky and her friends.
Before entering the shower, Y/N takes one more look at herself in the mirror as she enters the bathroom. After taking off her clothes, she turns on the water and waits for it to get hot for a few seconds before entering. Y/N begins to wash her body, including her hair, and as she rinses her body, she senses Bucky joining her in the shower.
When Bucky turns her around so they are facing each other, he begins to kiss her, and Y/N moans at his actions. Y/N then pulls Bucky in for a hungry kiss, saying, "I missed you so fucking much Bucky."
When she felt Bucky's hand slap her in the arse, she managed to suppress a loud moan. "I missed you too doll," Bucky says, before pulling her back into a hungry kiss and massaging her in the arse. While she begins to pull on his hair, he can feel his cock getting harder. Y/N pulls away from the kiss to look up at Bucky and say, "I want you to fuck me." Before she takes his hard cock in her hand, she slowly starts to give him a handjob. Soon enough, she turns around and sticks her ass out at Bucky. “oh I’m gonna fuck you baby." Bucky said before he takes his member in his hand and strokes his cock, he presses his tip to her slit, and gradually inserts his length into her. "Fuck baby you're so wet for me," Bucky tells Y/N as he begins to slowly insert his length into her. “Go faster!” Y/N moans as she feels Bucky so deep in her. She feels Bucky begin to fuck her quickly and pulls at her hair to moan in her ear, "You want me to fuck you fast, baby?"
In "Oh fuck yes," Y/N groaned in response. When Bucky pulled away from her, she complained, but he made her kneel down to suck his cock. "Show me how much you missed me baby," he said, before lightly slapping Y/N's face with his cock and shoving it in her mouth. She starts to suck on his length and begins to stroke him in her hands until he says "fuck I’m going to cum stop I need to cum inside you" he advises her to stand up and places her leg behind him and begins to eat her out "before I fuck you again I need to taste you"
As she feels Bucky stick two fingers in her while sucking on her clit, Y/N groans and jerks her hips in his direction. Y/N says to Bucky, "I'm gonna cum"
"Cum for me baby," Bucky says before pumping his fingers into her faster. Y/N says, "Fuckkk," as she begins to see stars from the most euphoric orgasm. Bucky says, "Taste yourself for me" as he slowly takes his fingers out, gets up, and puts them in her mouth. Bucky says, "im gonna cum inside of you, fill you up, and make sure you remember who you belong to," as he lifts Y/N up he shoves his length into her "fuck," Y/N moans loudly, "this pussy is mine right?". Bucky says, roughly, "Fuckk!!!" as he fucks her. “it's yours it's always been yours" she groans loudly as she's near another climax.
Bucky feels her walls tighten
around him. "Cum for me baby," he says as his hips start to stutter. She cums around his cock and yells "fuckkkk just like that!" Bucky then began to pump her with his seed as his hips started to stutter. "Shit" Bucky says before pulling out of her, seeing his cum drop out of her and onto the shower floor. Bucky tells her, "Fuck doll that was amazing," as he slowly puts her down and gives her a passionate kiss. She steps out of the shower to get a towel for the two of them and gives him a quick kiss before saying, "It was definitely amazing but now I want to cuddle." Y/N giggles as she wraps a towel around her. Before giving her another kiss, Bucky says, "We can cuddle all you want." Before retiring to bed to spend the remainder of the day cuddling with Bucky, Y/N says, "I love you" and Bucky responds with "I love you too doll forever and always.”
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дорогая 3 (The Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader)
Summary: An opportunity to escape arises, but it doesn't go as well as you would have hoped. And yet, it might have caused a break in Bucky's Winter Soldier mode...
Warnings: strong language, mentions of kidnapping, dark!bucky, dark!winter soldier, mentions of firearms, gaslighting (just a little bit)
Word Count: +2.6k
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You promised yourself that you wouldn’t let The Winter Soldier break you, that you would fight until someone finds you or until Bucky somehow snaps out of it, whichever comes first. But as you sit in the dark room you’ve been confined to, handcuffed to the bedpost, the days blur together without a clock in the room. All you have to go by is the small slit in the curtains where you can see whether or not it’s night or day. 
It’s like hell. With nothing to do to keep yourself busy, all you can do is sit on the bed, staring at the blank wall in front of you. The pain in your arm is dull now because you’ve gotten used to it being chained to the post. All you can really do is try and think of ways you can get out of this by yourself because it seems that the team is not going to be coming to your rescue. 
The door opens for the first time in what’s probably been a few days. Something inside you hopes that it’s your captor with a plate of food. Even the thought of food makes your stomach grumble. 
Seeing that he’s holding a plate in his hand, you sit up quickly and a hopeful breath catches in your throat. He chuckles at you, walking over to the small, wonky table a bit away from the bed and placing the plate on it. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll take those cuffs off and leave them off if you eat everything on that plate,” he says, leaning against the table with his arms folded over his chest. “Not that I was against you not eating. That was your choice. A stupid choice, considering not eating makes you weaker and more susceptible to breaking easier-”
“I’ll eat,” you cut him off, your voice breaking slightly, but your words cause him to smile at you. It’s not a warm smile like how Bucky used to smile at you in the compound. This smile is sinister, like he’s happy he’s gotten his way. 
He picks the plate up again before talking toward you, gently placing it on the bed in front of you, all while keeping eye contact with you. You eye him carefully, making sure he doesn’t have anything to take you by surprise so that he doesn’t have to play this game anymore and he can just take what he wants. You make sure he doesn’t have a weapon on him, but he’s clean. You wonder if he even knows about the secret stash of weapons you have here in your own safe house.
“You see how easy this can be if you just cooperate?” he asks in a whisper, holding his hands up in defeat as he takes a step back while reaching for his pocket. 
You know he expects you to say something about that in return, but you bite your tongue and reach for a piece of the bread on the plate. Truth be told, you don’t have the energy to fight him now, whether that is verbally or physically. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him reach for the cuffs binding you to the post. “What, you giving me the silent treatment now?”
The moment your wrist is free, you pull it straight to your chest, protecting it from being grabbed by The Winter Soldier. “What do you want me to say?” you ask, keeping your eyes on your food when you feel him slowly sit down on the space beside you on the bed. 
“You could start by saying thank you.”
“And what exactly do I have to be thankful for?” you snap back at him, mumbling through a mouthful of food as you take another bite of the bread in your hands. 
“Well then, I’ll just put these back on-” When his hand reaches for your wrist again, you quickly move away, staring wide-eyed at him as you hold your arms close to your body. He sees a slight hint of fear in your eyes like you know now that your life lies in his hands, that he will provide you with food, water, and other things to keep you alive but you also know that he can take those things away from you just as easily. 
He smiles to himself as he gently places his hand on your shoulder before running his fingers down the bare skin of your arm. “You don’t have to be scared of me. Would you be scared of Bucky?”
You take in a deep breath through your nose, your skin crawling at his touch that you try to pull away from. “He wouldn’t do this to me,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him. 
“How sure are you about that?” he whispers back, his lips close to your ear, his breath against your lobe making a shiver run down your spine. “You really think that he doesn’t want this? That he doesn’t want what I want? You forget that we are still one and the same person. The only difference is that I’m not afraid to take what I want.”
When you try to swallow your food, you find it hard to do that, your throat almost closing up as you think of his words. It makes you overthink every encounter you’ve had with Bucky, thinking about every touch and every word and what they could have meant. 
Shaking your head, you push the plate of food away from you and force yourself to look him in the eye. “I don’t believe you.”
“You should, Дорогая.” He expects you to react to the nickname the way you do all the time, but you don’t even roll your eyes at him. You’ve gotten so used to hearing it now, you don’t even react to it anymore. It makes him smile, and he reaches up to push a piece of hair behind your ear even though you try to move away from his hand. “What kind of relationship do you expect us to have if you don’t believe me? Or trust me? Have I ever given you a reason to be afraid of me?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You fucking strangled me and kidnapped me-”
“And you could have gotten out of all that if you wanted to,” he cuts you off, making you frown at him. “I’ve seen you fight. You can be quite vicious when you want to be. You’ve gotten out of worse scraps before, I shouldn’t be much of a challenge to you. And yet, you didn’t fight back at all. You want to be here just as much,” he says, leaning closer to your face. 
You shake your head, telling yourself not to believe him, and his hand takes hold of your chin gently, but you can still feel his power in the hold. “You and I both know that you can escape if you want to. You know this house and these woods better than I do. But you’re not going to because you know, deep down, that you’re enjoying this. You’re enjoying being away from the team, being here with only me. You know that you want this too. That’s why you’re still here and why you’re not fighting me now, Дорогая.”
You don’t want to believe him, telling yourself that you could not fight back every time he overpowered you. And yet, when you think back to that time in your room at the compound, you didn’t even put up that much of a fight. Or, you don’t think you did. Did you?
You don’t want him to be right, but you think he is. 
He chuckles when he sees you second-guessing yourself and pushes himself off the bed. “Eat some more,” he says, breaking the silence between you two as he points back to the plate. “Don’t leave this room until I come to get you. Maybe I’ll let you walk around outside if you promise to behave.” The first part was an order which he tried to lighten with the second half of his words. He caresses your cheek quickly before pushing himself off the bed and striding across the room, not waiting for you to respond to him as he leaves you alone again. 
Staring at the door, you wait for the sound of it locking, but it doesn’t come. Something tells you that he’s doing this to test you. He’s probably sitting right outside the door, waiting for you to break his order and leave because you think that he won’t be there. 
You hear thunder rumbling outside the distance, making you break your gaze from the door to the window. An idea comes to mind when you see the glass between the curtains, pushing you off the bed. Your feet hit the ground quietly like you’re afraid The Winter Soldier will hear you moving in the room. Without your hands cuffed to the bed anymore, you breathe a sigh of relief when you can stand up and walk without restriction. 
Slowly, you move towards the window, opening the curtains to see rain falling from the sky. It starts off light, but as you stare out at the trees, watching them sway in the wind, the rain starts to pour, thunder and lightning dancing in the clouds. 
Your hands reach for the base of the window, praying that it’s easy to open and that he hasn’t found a way to keep it shut. Holding your breath, you lift the window pane and it opens without a fuss. 
Feeling the fresh air against your face, you let out a deep sigh and feel your shoulders relax. You stay still for a moment, your eyes closed as you take the smell of rain in. Then, you come too.
You examine the window, seeing how much space you have to work with to escape. He’s right. You do know these woods well. You have to know which direction to go to get to safety in case your location was compromised and you had to get out of there. It’s never had to happen, but you think you will have an advantage if you decide to escape. 
What are you thinking? Of course, you’re going to escape. You’re going to fight back. You’re going to show him that you don’t want what he wants, that you will fight back, and that you won’t give in. 
Even though you wish you had more to eat and you feel like resting because you know you’ll need all the strength you can muster up, you know that if you don’t go now, you might never have this opportunity again. 
Something inside you, a small voice, tells you that this is a test. If you do this, you’ll fail that test and he’ll be upset with you. You don’t want to upset him…
“Screw it,” you whisper to yourself, stepping back to stick a leg out the window. 
Slowly and carefully, you squeeze yourself out the window, trying to not make any noise to alert him from outside the room as to what you’re doing. Finally out in the open, you take a few steps back, keeping your eyes on the door inside to make sure he doesn’t walk through while you’re still outside.
And without a second thought, you turn and bolt away from the cabin, not even caring about the rain quickly soaking through your clothes. 
It takes you a while to find your bearings, especially while the sun is going down so quickly. As you weave through the trees, shivering in the cold rain, your heart skips a beat and drops in your stomach when you hear a gunshot in the distance, followed by your name being shouted in the distance. It didn’t take The Winter Soldier long to notice your absences and you haven’t even gotten far. 
You are so screwed. 
You’ve heard that The Winter Soldier is like a predator hunting a target. It’s terrifying to think that you’re now the prey. The comfort that you know these woods like the back of your hand dwindles now that it’s darker. You feel lost, your heart thumping loudly in your ears, scared that one wrong turn will send you straight into your captor’s arms again. 
Hearing him in the distance, your mind tells you to run away even if it’s not in the right direction. You can hear him taunting you, calling out to you in Russian and with that damned nickname he always uses. Even though you’re exhausted, you push yourself as much as you can run faster. 
As you shake your head, doubting that you can go any further, your foot catches on an exposed root, making you trip and fall forward, face-planting into the leafy ground. You groan as the pain spreads through your ankle, and your body refuses to go on as you stand up, making tears well up in your eyes.
“You have quite an impressive armory, Дорогая,” he calls, his voice a lot closer now than it was, your fall probably alerting him of your position. “Didn’t think I’d find it, did you? But I did. I had to clear it out before you ended up finding the strength to fight back.” 
All you can hear is the thundering of your heart in your throat as the rain pours down. It’s suddenly quiet, terrifying you more when you can’t hear him anymore. You try to listen for his footsteps, but you can’t hear anything. 
In the darkness, he sneaks up on you, pushing you against the tree behind you, his metal hand wrapped around your throat, taking you back to when he caught you off guard in your room. 
“Didn’t think you’d do something like this. Especially after I warned you what would happen if you tried to run,” he sneers, his grip around your throat tightening, pushing any air out of your windpipe. 
“Please, don’t,” you beg, tears falling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You shake your head, a sob leaving your lips as you desperately cling to his arm holding you against the tree. He looks like he could murder you right now if he wanted to with the cold look in his eyes. 
You tried. You tried to fight back and escape and it failed. Again. You can’t win. No matter how much you try, he will always find you and you know that from stories of The Winter Soldier and now from personal experience. The Winter Soldier never gives up on his targets. Bucky told you that. 
“Bucky,” you whisper, deciding to give it one last chance to try and reach out to the man trapped in his own mind. “I can’t fight back anymore. I don’t have any more strength. Please,” you cry.
His face softens, his grip around your throat falters, and his shoulders fall as he takes a small step back. “(Y/n),” he whispers, his hand falling away from your neck, resting on your collarbone as you take a deep breath. 
With a flash of lightning, you can see the change in his face. It’s not as harsh as the Winter Soldier. It bears the softness of Bucky when you’ve talked to him. Still heaving, trying to restore your lungs from running and from when he was strangling you, the tears continue to fall down your cheeks at the thought that you could be safe now that Bucky’s come around. 
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as a twinge in his neck makes him look away from you. When his hand on your collarbone tightens again, his jaw tensing, and his arm pushing you back against the tree, your heart drops again as he looks back at you. 
“I’m sorry.” And without another word, he forces his head forward against yours, knocking you out in one headbutt, and catching you as you fall in his arms.
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Hell-B.B.(winter soldier)
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Summary: The winter soldier doesn’t like when they touch you.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, female!reader, reader is 25+ age, violence, guns, (mentions of) abuse, not canon, mentions of kidnapping. WC: 900+
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When they lay their hands on him, it’s one thing, but to watch them lay their hands on you? He can’t stand it.
He’s been out of cryo for too long, but they still wipe his memory in hopes that he’ll forget everything all over again.
But they’re wrong.
You, the only good thing- good person- in this place. You’re a doctor that they hired around two years ago, needing extra hands because the winter soldier has become too difficult to handle and they needed an extra brain in the operation. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.
You were fresh out of college, just got your degrees, and applied for the job. Next thing you know, the job interview happened to be a kidnapping, and you’ve been here ever since. The winter soldier knows, because of your shaky hands, eyes of sadness, the lumps you swallow in your throat, that you don’t want to do the things that they make you do. You’ve not been giving him correct dosages of medicines either. You’ve seen that he isn’t a bad guy- heard the questions he’s been asking and every time they wipe his memory-, that they’re forcing him to do these things just like they’re forcing you.
The winter soldier knows that you’re good, that you don’t want to do this, because every time you have to hurt him with an injection or with a machine, you always mumble, “I’m so sorry” and he hears it every single time when they don’t.
So when they put their hands on you ten seconds ago, manhandling you in a way they ‘should’ only be manhandling people like him that can take it, he loses it. The winter soldier knows that he needs to protect you, if he doesn’t do anything else right in his life- this is the one thing he needs to do. It has to.
The second that your face met the wall, he had jerked himself up, pulling the machines along with him, chest heaving as he made eye contact with the assholes that had touched you. You let out a small, pained groan and his jaw tensed. “Let her go.” His voice comes out in a deep rumble that makes everyone stop in their tracks, and his fists are curled up onto his thighs as he sits on the edge of the chair. Soldat’s eyes are wide, hair a mess as he gets angrier by the second.
Most of the men have their guns aimed at him, ready to shoot if needed, but never at his head or heart, he has come to believe that they need him more than they need anything else. “You’ve grown fond of the lady??” One of the doctors asks, a chuckle leaves the doctors lips before he lets you go and you intake a soft breath before turning onto your back, so it’s pressed up against the wall.
The winter soldier stays silent, giving the doctor a deathly glare. He’s ready to attack if anyone else lays a fucking hand on you. Soldat can see the fear in your eyes, and he wishes that he could get them to release you, but he knows that’s impossible- that would mean killing you.
“Hmm? Have you forgotten how to obey? You answer when spoken to.” The doctor gets closer to soldat, and soldat’s eyes flicker to the doctor as he comes closer. You’re then shoved out of the room by a man with a gun to your head, and that sends him over the edge. Soldat picks the doctor up by his throat and slings him into a row of men, knocking them all unconscious. A line of bullets ring out, but soldat is already gone within seconds after he yanked the machines wires from his body and then proceeded through the doors.
The men continue to shoot but soldat blocks the hallway by yanking a metal door from its hinges, and knocking it sideways so that the hallway is blocked. He then proceeds after you, the guard still shoving you about. A couple of men get in soldat’s way, but he easily takes them out, and takes their guns, which he greatly uses with skill- killing anyone in his way.
Soldat runs, something he doesn’t have to do very often, but he runs through the hall to get to where you are, and when he finally catches up to you, the guard has you on your knees, gun behind your head as tears coat your cheek. “One more move and I’ll kill her.” The guard shouts, so soldat doesn’t move. The guard snickers as he digs the gun further into your head, a sob escapes your lips, which pisses off the guard. “Shut it!!” The guy yells, his focus on you for only a split moment and soldat takes the shot. He doesn’t even need to aim, he just shoots and hits the guard straight in the head.
The guard drops to the floor and you grab the gun, grabbing whatever ammo you can off of the guy and then standing on shaky legs. You hear footsteps approaching you, and you know that it’s soldat. But he makes sure that he lets you hear them unlike anyone else. Soldat knows how to be stealthy- it’s what he’s been built on- but with you, he doesn’t need to scare you, he has no reason to be stealthy with you. You turn and look at him, gun in shaky hands. He then gently takes your arm and turns you around, leaning close to your ear, “stay with me, shoot anyone you see. If you have to, run. Anything happens to me, you run. You find an exit, and you leave.” His voice is rough, and it’s deep as he speaks, but you manage to give a firm nod of understanding.
If you’re being honest, he doesn’t scare you, you know that he’s a man who’s been treated horribly by countless numbers of people in his long life time. Hydra is what scares you, and you trust soldat to lead you out of these pits of hell, and you’ll both make your way out of it- even if you have to crawl.
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joelslegalwhre · 1 year
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I love you
pairing ⁀➷ bucky barnes x reader
word count ⁀➷ 380+
summary ⁀➷ You thought you lost him, but years later the unexpected happens
warnings ⁀➷ Bucky had another „life" before he got turned into the winter soldier, it's just what popped into my mind, slightly implied hight difference
a/n ⁀➷ please tell me if i missed a warning
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You two were once the dream couple, a love anyone could just wish for. Before your world got torn apart. From one day to the next he was gone. And the worst? You never knew what happened.
It was years later when you got a call from your great uncle, inviting you to stay with him for a few days.
Zemo has always been nice to you, and since hearing from him was a rare occurrence, you accepted.
"I'm so glad to see you again!" he smiled, hugging you tightly.
"Me too, I feel like it's been a lifetime." you smiled back at him, loosening the hug.
Just at that moment, the door to the factory-like building opened, your back still facing the door.
"Target eliminated." you could hear a cold, yet so familiar voice say. It felt like a lightning strike that went through your entire body, shaking and warming it at the same time.
You swallowed hard as you slowly turned around, your heart breaking at the sight of him.
"B… Bucky?" you whispered, your voice on the edge of breaking.
His gaze shot to you.
Before you could hold back, you were running towards him. Quick steps turned into running, and then you wrapped your arms around him, after all this time. You pressed yourself tightly against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. A smell that felt more like home than any place ever could.
Zemo stood in shock a few feet away, watching you.
No one but Zemo and his code words could affect his soldier, but something as powerful as your love has been - is -, goes deeper than just his mind. You are a part of him.
Bucky could hardly move and stood rigid, letting you embrace him. Until he very slowly closed his arms around you. He looked at you with his cold eyes, your head still buried in his chest.
Soft sobs escaped your throat as you felt his arms around you.
„I love you." you whispered into his chest.
Bucky could smell your hair, feel your warm body against his. A feeling he thought, he'd never feel again.
Zemo couldn't believe his eyes. Not because you threw yourself into Bucky's arms, not because he embraced you. No, but because of something he shouldn't even be able to do.
The winter soldier cried.
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CRUSH- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Biker! Bucky x Innocent! Fem! Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: home for the summer, you plan on spending it in isolation, too shy and innocent to get into trouble. bucky barnes- the head of the local biker clan, has other ideas in mind.
Warnings: teasing, heavy flirting, pet names, drinking/ drugs mentioned, swearing, lap sitting, enemies to lovers trope
“can you read my mind? i've been watching you couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool camo' jacket, robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too, oh, i'd rather be with you”- crush, ethel cain
PART ONE OF THE CAIN SERIES. 
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You could hear the revving of the bikes from where you stood, safety guarded behind the glass doors littered with posters and signs, peeling and jumbling over each other- colours starting to fade from the summer sun. 
It was loud, their voices somehow seeming to overlap the roaring engines as they slipped on their glasses. You knew the men in that group, puffing out smokes in the convenience store parking lot. 
All of them. 
And you didn't know what that made you. Cool, for perceiving the closely, tight knit biker gang? Or shameful- for being seen anywhere near them?
 They were troublemakers. They had always, flaunting their tattoos and leather, never needing an announcement whenever they stepped into a room. You just knew who they were, that they were there and they meant business. 
Bucky Barnes and his posse never expected less. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Shy, quiet, reserved. A girl who was headstrong yes, but knew that the bark and bite was not always the best strategy. 
You were polite, the kind of person an older person would think ‘What a sweet girl. I like her, so modest!’. Perceiving others, but not wanting to be perceived herself. Innocent. You were like that at school, and you were like that while being home for the summer. 
The gang was the same, and you dreaded the fact Bucky’s father lived right near yours. Which is why you felt your stomach drop at the bustle outside, clutching your plastic bag tighter, feeling the handles twist and pinch at your fingers circulation. 
You didn’t want them to notice you. But the rest of the parking lot was next to dead empty. Only an older man glared at them as he bagged things in the trunk, too far down in the parking lot for the group of men to care. 
Eyes stared at the back of your neck as you debated how to approach your old pickup truck, trying to assess the situation at hand. 
Not that there was a situation. Why did there need to be a situation? Just walk to your car. Don’t engage. 
The cashier, lifted his eyes from the newspaper, eyebrows cocking in concern. “H-have a good day. Thanks again.” you murmured, wanting to smack yourself. 
You had already said that. Just shut the fuck up and get home. The sticky, warm air of the west in the summer hit you as you removed yourself from the air-conditioned shop, and you took a breath before you fumbled for your keys. 
One step, then two. One step-  
“Hey sweet thang.” the leader called out, accent thick as all heads turned towards you. Your eyes met his, shades protecting the baby blues you knew were hidden under as he smirked. You felt your breath quicken, stomach turning in on itself the longer you stared. 
It was like a battle off. You were a Capulet. They were the Montagues. He reached for the smoke between his lips, throwing it down on the pavement before twisting his boot sole on it, ash smearing.
 “You shouldn't do that, you know. It’s bad.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, wanting to shrink back as soon as the words left your mouth. 
Little ooo’s and chuckles rose up from the other man, and you recognized some of them, even without the names on the back of the jean vests. Rogers. Wilson. Stark. 
He stepped towards you, cocking his head. Examining you. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, and you weren't planning to stick around and find out. 
“Whatever you say Y/N.” he chuckled, making your eyes widen. Sweat broke out down your neck from the beating sun, and the fact he knew you. He knew you and that scared you. 
But also excited you, just a smidge. 
He noted your tense stance, and couldn't help but get a form of satisfaction out of it, even if his boys teased him for having such a crush on someone so unlike him. 
You rushed off before Bucky could say anything more, the breeze brushing the silky white sundress against your thighs as you slammed the truck door shut. Backing up without sparing a second glance, you sped out of the deserted parking lot, down the highway and away from him.
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It had been days since the last time you saw him, yet it replayed in your mind as if it had happened only a minute earlier. 
The way he noticed you. Had called out for you, as if he had been waiting the entire time you were in the store, wandering through the isles.
 It haunted you, in a way. You weren't sure if you cared for him or not. You had been watching him for quite some time now, though it had been mainly to steer clear of his antics. 
Bucky was a bad boy. You were a goodie two shoes. It didn’t fit. Intimation seeped your bones whenever you passed him, caught wind of his husky voice from whichever parking lot he crawled out from. 
So why were you still thinking of him? He scared you. Frightened you. But he was beautiful. 
Dangerously beautiful, like you couldn't say no to him no matter the question or cost. He was high strung with authority, a maturity about him that made you want to cling to him and never let go. 
Bucky was indescribable you decided, as you swung back the bottle of red wine, the sweet, tangy liquid caressing your throat as the cool night breeze blew through your hair. 
He looked like he worked with his hands and smells like marlboro reds, was all you could place in the category that you had organised in your mind. Though it was foggy, the lines slightly blurring the more you drank, the higher the moon rose in the night sky and the more the wooden railings creaked from the wind, you knew there was a reason he was constantly on your mind. 
It was silly really, how much your deep subconscious clung to the idea of him. Intoxicated or not. 
You heard the mosquitoes swarm towards the dim porch light by the old screen door, cicadas chirping in the tall grass. It was peaceful out here, alone. You let yourself dawn on how much you really missed home, the feeling of the freedom out in the middle of nowhere. 
“Drinking is bad too, ya know.” a low voice called from the shadows, making you jump- heart hammering in your chest as Bucky emerged from the darkness.
 Air whosed through clenched teeth as you sucked on your cheek, admiring him. Though he was in his ‘gear’, a rolled up henley, jeans and a smoke between his lips, he seemed different. 
Calmer.
 Like his guard wasn't up as much as you had seen it around his friends, or anyone else for that matter. “Why are you here Bucky?” was all you could muster to ask, not even knowing where to begin. 
You knew he knew where your father lived, as the two of you grew up on the same street. You just never expected him to show up. 
“Ah so shy girl  knows my name eh?”
 “Of course I know who you are. I’m not stupid.” He threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, I never said you were. Quite the opposite, from what I’ve observed.” 
He hinted towards the empty spot beside you.
 “Can I?” 
You nodded, watching as his beefy body adjusted to the smaller spot, knees brushing yours as he hung his head low. 
“Why are you here?” you repeated.
 “I don’t know. I guess seeing you the other day made me want to know you more. Is that bad?”
 “Yes.” you stated firmly, taking another swig of booze as he fumbled with his lighter. Your own answer startled you, words abruptly coming out of your mouth. It was the wine talking. But it was too late now. “Its a bad thing because you're a bad guy. You shouldn't be hanging around me.” 
He smirked, hand running through his dark, messy locks, tugging at the back of his neck. “Is that right? I forgot you're such a goodie two shoes. Are you too good for me?” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes.
 “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… we’re so different. And I don’t know you, like at all. You’ve done… bad shit.” 
“Like smoking pot? Or are you talking about that guy I murdered?” Your eyes widened, mouth forming an O shape as you whipped your head around to face him fully. Anxiety churned like angry waves in your stomach, and you feed the acid would rise up to the surface.
 “Kidding! Jesus you’re so fun to nag doll. It’s too easy, should’ve seen the look on your face! Priceless.”
 “How was I supposed to know that?!” you hiccuped, knocking the glass bottle against the bottom step, setting it down before you finished it all. That was a bad idea. Especially around a pretty boy with as much charisma as a snake charmer. 
“No idea, but some faith in me would be nice. I’ve put plenty of faith in you, ya know.” he bumped your shoulder, as if the two of you had been life long friends. 
You were baffled at the thought of what was happening right now. Never in a million years could you have pictured this, the teachers pet paired with the notorious bad boy, allowing him to sit on your porch and unwind with you when the minimal interactions the two of you had left nothing but mysteries in your mind. 
Who was he, really? Why were you so intrigued by him, though you knew he was nothing but trouble? And why, oh why did you find yourself actually enjoying his company? 
“How so?” you asked, looking down with interest at the dog tag that swung on his neck, silver shimmering in the gloom of the night. You didn’t want to look into his eyes. It scared you. 
“Well I had faith you’d come around, and let me talk to you. You’ve always looked so timid. I didn’t want to scare you.” 
You felt your breathing stop. “Why did you want to talk to me?” you asked, hesitantly. 
“Because you’re interesting to me. Like a puzzle. And I feel like there’s a lot more to you than from what I’ve seen and I want to know more.” 
You let Bucky's words settle, rest in the western air. They hung low over you, like a physical force. You're interesting to me. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that feeling was mutual.
 “I’m glad you think I’m entertaining.” you shrugged, trying not to show how his words made you feel. 
“Come with me to the Lounge.” Smoke trickled from his rosy lips, and you watched the ash fall to the dirt before squished the but into the wood. What like… right now?” you asked, confusion spewed across your features. 
The Lounge was the towns local bar, its dark and grungy vibe off putting to you. The bikers often hung out there, the misfits throwing back drinks like it was no tomorrow You had never been to a bar before, let alone one where Bucky and his crew practically owned. 
Between its southern gothic walls was nothing but smoke and cheap booze was what your father told you, highly suggesting you steer clear of the towns local hangout. So naturally, you flinched. 
“Everyone's there right now. It’ll be all good, I promise.” 
“So why aren't you there then? At your ‘spot’” you air quoted, making him laugh. It was low and husky, tinging your skin warm with heat despite the cooler air.
 “I left to come invite you. Don't make me look stupid. I can't show up empty handed.” he teased, and you felt an obligation to follow in his footsteps as he rose, brushing off his jeans. 
“I know its a Saturday night and all and I’m supposed to be out but I’ve never… its not my territory.” you shrugged, rubbing your arms in comfort. 
“You're welcomed there. I promise. But if you don’t feel safe, or comfortable, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you’d be willing, is all sweetheart.” 
You sighed. The right thing to do would be to shake your head no, grabbing the bottle and heading in for the night. Leaving him on the porch, with his bike parked down the street for himself. 
But you couldn't leave him. Not now. Not when you finally had the guts to properly answer him in a conversation, even if it was ambushed onto you on your own property. 
“Fine. But don’t make me regret it.”
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If the wind was chilled before, it was crisp as ice now. You clung to him as he sped down the old roads, barley daring to breathe as the engine throttled, revving onwards as he laughed. 
The breeze roared in your ears, whipping through your hair that escaped your the helmet he had conveniently packed, an extra. Fingers were clenched tightly to the deep maroon of his henley, bunching as you hugged him tighter. 
This was the closest you had been to him, ever. On the back of his Harley, zipping down back roads you knew took you the longer way to the bar, as if he was intently wanting you to cling to him tighter the faster he dared to go, for as long as possible. 
It was frighting, but exhilarating. Like a wave of cool water on a hot day. It was refreshing to see the endless bounds of wheat fields and old barns through he shade of the viser, a taste of his lifestyle. 
You almost wanted to throw your hands up, to feel the air rush through your fingertips. 
“You doing okay doll?” he roared over the whip of the wind, glancing at you with a smile though the side mirror. You nodded, to frightened to speak, throat parched dry. 
Before you knew it, you emerged from the cool, undertones of deep blue,bright light shinning from the distance. You could already make out the bundles of people scattered in the parking lot, gripping Bucky tighter as the two of you slowed. 
Bikes were parked everywhere, and you could remember some of them from the other day from the gas station. No familiar faces. The world came into focus as he parked, helping you down and slid off your helmet, bursts of talking laughter and music swarming your ears, the lights seeming brighter without the blur of your viser. 
It was busy, but that was expected. Bucky had already told you everyone in town was here- the misfits at least, but it didn’t quell your anxiety any more. 
Part of you wanted to grab his hand, scared of loosing him in the crowd you were about to face, but he had already done that for you. His large, slightly rough, callused hand was warm as it enveloped yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 
“We can leave at any time. I’ll be with you honey. Promise.” he reassured as you nodded, looking over at the dozens of bikers that scattered along the outside of the bar. 
They took no notice in you, minding their business as they chatted away, smokes in hand. Good. No one was gawking yet. You hoped it would be like that the whole time- but you knew it wouldn't be. You stood out too much, and it was because of your lack of spunk for once, and not the other way around. 
Plus, anywhere Bucky went, people stared. It was hard to look away from him. You knew from personal experience. 
Loud bustles of music streamed from the speakers with the murmured of dozens of voices, swarming your head as you took in the scenery. There was leather everywhere, smoke blending in with the neon signs. Dart boards and pool tables were all occupied, bartenders buzzing like bees in a hive as they poured drafts and shook cocktails. 
“Where are we going?” you asked him, leaning in closer as you squeezed by the other bodies that crowed the space. 
“Where it’s quieter.” 
You prayed it was also more secluded, as the eyes began to follow you. Your little white dress was no match for the sea of dark neutrals here. Bucky’s group appeared, sprawled in booths around the back wall- like it was their territory. 
You didn't know if you felt welcomed or not, feeling like a show pony on display as the stared at you. “She’s here!” the blonde on called, smirk wide on his face as he looked at you. 
Steve. You knew him right away, always seeing him appear next to Bucky, front and center. The right hand man. 
Then there was Sam you learned as you sat down next to Bucky, giving you a little wave before downing the shot he had in front of him, always seeming to be in the shadows. 
There was at least ten of them, all of them as eager to meet you as the last. Like they were infatuated with you. Before you knew it, dozens of drinks were sent your way, and after about two beers you had somehow landed directly on Bucky’s lap. 
“So your the girl who turned Barnes soft eh?” Sam asked you, making your eyes widen.
 “What do you mean?” you asked timidly, wiggling your hips anxiously. 
“Oh doll he doesn't mean literally.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt a very prominent bulge press into your ass as his hands guided your hips downwards. 
Your cheeks burned with heat. Sam laughed, the smell of smoke heavy on his jacket, and whisky on his breath. Your head spun, and you felt yourself slumping  against Bucky the longer the night went on, starting to forget you barely knew him the way you wanted to- that this wasn't your crowd. 
“You okay?” he murmured against your head as you gripped his jacket, blinking slowly. 
“Mhm fine. Jus- drunk.” you hiccuped, breathing in the ceadarwood and smoke that clung to him. 
“I shouldn't have let you drink that much.” 
“You don’t get to decide that for me.” you snapped back at him, standing your ground. Bucky was already unravelling you in a way that made you feel vulnerable enough, you didn’t need him making decisions for you too. 
“Shes got a point Barnes. Pretty soon it’ll be the other way ‘round.” Steve announced, seeming to reappear from thin air as he slide in the booth next to Sam- twirling his keys around his ring finger. 
“Where’d you come from?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised. You wanted to ask the same question. He looked like he was on cloud nine, eyes wide and sparkling, the booze giving his cheeks a tinge of pink. 
“Jus’ beat Romanoff at darts n now shes all pissy.” he laughed, and you leaned your head over the side of the concave to search for her.
 You liked her. She was the only girl in the gang, but her personality shined bright enough to be at least four. Her red hair was as fiery as her personality, and you would be terrified to piss her off. You were surprised Steve wasn't worried about her grabbing the dart and gouging his eye out with it. 
“She’s gonna beat your ass man. I wouldn’t put it past her.” Sam shrugged, making you giggle. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the quiter atmosphere in the back, but you found yourself enjoying their company. 
The fact you had made Bucky ‘soft’, whatever that meant- made you happy. You wanted to be the only person who made him feel that way. “Cmon.” Bucky said suddenly, waking you from your drowsy state, leg bouncing to startle you. 
“What are we doing?” you asked as he shimmed the pair of you out of the booth, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as his large hand slipped in yours, thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing motion. 
He just smiled, that cheeky little smile you had seen him slide your way so many times- the one that intimidated you because there was no one a man like him could look at you like that and not be pulling your leg. 
But here he was, with you. Looking at you like that- and making it authentic. It was crazy to you how easy it was for you to be caught up with him, wanting nothing more then to seek his attention and validation. 
Though he was bad- and you knew he had done some very, very bad things- the warnings seemed to falter in your mind the second he flashed you that dangerous smile.
 “We’re dancing.” he shrugged, as if it was the most average thing for the leader of a biker gang to do.
 “Dance? But no one else is dancing.” you noted, confused as you looked around the room. Though more people had dwindled out over the night, there was still plenty of people here. None of them dancing, all of them staring. 
This establishment seemed much like a fight club and less like a dance club.
 “Awh you shy?” he teased, guiding you away from the bustle and the lights, towards the entrance. Of course he wasn't. He had no reason to be. You were sure Bucky had never felt shy a day in his life. 
“Do you blame me?” you demanded, eyes wide as he tugged you a little harder, nearly making you stumble over your own two feet. You wished you weren't so clumsy. Especially now. 
“We’ll go outside where its quiet. And then we’ll dance up a storm.” Bucky sung, spinning you around as he pushed open the front door, clearly drunk. 
You laughed, the chill air making goosebumps rise on your skin through your little dress, though the wine sloshed in your tummy made you feel giggly and warm. “I didn't think you were a dancer.”
 “Looks can be deceiving.” he replied, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you side to side as he guided you over towards his bike, parked next to the others. 
It was far enough from the human eye, but close enough you could hear the music as clear as day. Hands were wrapped around his forearms, gripping him tightly as he moved you, guided you to a state of serenity. 
“It's gonna be a fun summer shortcake.” he whispered, kissing your cheek softly, as if you were a piece of glass china, scared to hurt you. 
You let him. The sweet, soft melody trickled from the speakers, lyrics intertwining you to Bucky. Like it was made for him. 
Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me
Yeah right... he fuckin loves me...
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The Cat Problem
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky looks forward to seeing one particular tabby cat.
Warnings: none
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“It’s good to see you again.” 
Bucky stroked the tops of the tabby cat that made it a daily habit of visiting him by the window that led to his fire escape. He knew that she’d belong to someone in the apartment building but he wasn’t sure to whom exactly since the tag on her collar only had her name on it.
“Ginger your owner is most definitely wondering where the hell you are.” The feline purred at the extra affection she was receiving from him. Bucky scooped her up into his arms and returned to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.
“When I’m finished here you and I are going to find who you belong to.” Ginger meows as if she understood a word of what he said, bringing a smile to his usually stoic face. She completely relaxed against his naked torso, taking in her surroundings.
There was a knock at his door which took him by surprise, no one has ever knocked on his door since he moved in and he was kind of hoping that it would stay that way. Ginger and Bucky both looked at each other and the one hundred and six year old man moved to answer the door. Thanks to the peephole, he could see who was on the other side and to his surprise it was a young woman.
“Hello?” 
“Hi, sorry to bother you. I live two doors down and I’m just looking for my cat, Ginger. She managed to get out and I don’t know where she could’ve gone.” Bucky opened the door wider for her to see her tabby cat relaxing in his hold.
“Ginger!”
“Believe it or not I was going to go knocking door to door to find her owner but thankfully I don’t have to. You might want to keep your windows closed though.” The woman stretched to take her feline from the man with a metal arm.
“Thank you. I should probably get going, have a good day.” Ginger meows in her owner’s arms as she turned to leave and before he knew what was happening, Bucky called out to her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name doll. I’m James.”
“Y/N, thanks again but I really should go if I want to make it to work on time.” 
“See ya around.”
She flashed him a genuine smile before heading down the hall to her apartment. Bucky stood in his doorway watching as she disappeared into her place with the tabby cat. He didn’t know what it was about her but for some reason he felt drawn to her making him hope to see her again.
Y/N on the other hand waited until she was in the confines of her apartment to release the breath she’d been holding. She had a conversation with a highly attractive man and surprisingly it went better than expected. At the time she had to remind herself not to stare at his torso because how could she not when it was on full display in front of her. Y/N kissed the animal before setting her down on the sofa, smiling at the fact that her pet got attached to her attractive neighbour that she wanted to see again.
“Ginger, you’ve got taste girl.”
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