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bi-bi-readytocry · 5 months

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Christmas Valentine

A/N: This one was requested by @writingsoftheloser, and I loved it so so much! Thank you so much for requesting! I had the idea for it and then I came across the song Christmas Valentine by Jason Mraz & Ingrid Michaelson and it is so Bucky and gave me all the feels and ughh... just give it a listen please 🥹🥹I really hope you all like it!

2. "You shouldn't have"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns, reader is called doll)

Word count: 1k

Holiday prompts ⛄

'Twas the night before Christmas, when every corner of the common room was bathed in the warm glow of sparkling colored lights. The chimney crackled, casting a cozy fire across the room. Everyone was dressed in their festive best, and joy permeated the air… and Bucky would much rather be in his room.

He remembered Christmas, he truly did, Steve made sure of that, and it’s not that he didn’t like everyone - he liked Steve, and Nat sometimes, and Sam could be somewhat tolerable every now and then. Yet, this Christmas, his first after everything, he preferred observing from a distance. A bottomless glass of scotch kept him company, the amber liquid warming him as he contentedly watched from afar, even if it meant being away from you.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” Ah, shit, you. How could he forget to include you on his mental list of people he enjoys? Bucky caught himself smiling into his glass when you entered the crowded room with your cheerful exclamation. Nat hugged you, Wanda playfully placed a Santa hat on your head, and despite the festive welcome from others, you still searched for Bucky and shared a quiet smile across the room.

God… the way he felt for you. He never thought after all those years he would be able to feel something like that again, something that felt so warm even though it must be snowing outside.

The night went on, food and drinks came and went, and the two-week-long Secret Santa that had been going on was finally revealed. It was right after the gift exchange when you began walking towards him, with a beautiful ear-to-ear smile on your face courtesy of the festivities and the sweet drinks Wanda kept giving you.

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted him. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by before, I was dragged to the whole thing as soon as I arrived.” You laughed slightly, remembering to the way you were engulfed by your teammates.

“I could see that,” Bucky laughed too, more discreetly, but laughed too. “Merry Christmas, by the way.” He knew he sounded awkward when he said it, almost as if he wasn’t quite sure if those were the words he wanted to say, but when your cheeks heated up and your smile got shyer, he knew he had to be doing something right.

“Hey, listen I- uhm-” It was your turn to be awkward as you fidgeted with the gift bag on your hands. "I know you didn't want to be part of the Secret Santa thing but I can't let you celebrate Christmas without a gift." Bucky decided to keep the image of your reddening cheeks forever in his head, perhaps for a rainy day.

"Oh, doll. Why did you bother yourself with this?" The festive paper bag in your hands reached the top of the table, and Bucky hesitated to reach for it.

"You are never a bother, Buck. This is the least I could do to thank you for all the training."

Bucky chuckled to himself as you pushed the bag towards him, finally grabbing it, and once he opened it, his cautious smile turned into surprise. "You shouldn't have."

"Nonsense." You shrugged as he revealed the first edition of The Hobbit you had gifted him. "Remember that time you called me a Hobbit because I kept referring to your missions as adventures?”

"Of course I do." Bucky laughed softly. "Of course, I do," Bucky laughed softly. The gift, a first edition of The Hobbit, left him genuinely touched.

“I also may have overheard you say to Sam that you read it when it came out. I though maybe you could have a little thing from back then, now.”

"This is… this is wonderful." You took this thankfulness with a smile. Contrary to his words, though, he groaned. "Well, now this is embarrassing, but I might also… uhm…" He reached down his chair, pulling out a gift bag. "I also got you something but it's not nearly as good as yours."

You gasped dramatically at the sight of the bag, making grabby hands for it. "For me?!" Bucky nodded, silently confirming your question and watching you intently. Every move you made tightened his stomach into a tighter knot, not sure if you would even like it - opening the bag, taking out the little box inside it, untying the ribbon from it… every second felt like torture for him.

You took in a sharp breath when you opened the box, admiring the beautiful necklace Bucky had gifted you; you had seen it before, that one time you went downtown with him. You thought he wouldn't have even noticed, but he not only watched your eyes shine at the sight of it, he also went back that same afternoon to buy it to make sure no one else got it first.

"Bucky, this is- this is gorgeous.” Your fingers ghosted delicately above it. “You shouldn’t have.” You repeated his words, making him chuckle slightly.

“How could I not? You kept going back to look at it.” He freed your hands from it, standing up right in front of you and circling your neck with his hands; his lotion made you take a deep breath and hold it as he kept moving closer, you had never seen him move so gently as he placed the chain around your neck and clasped the lock, making sure it was straight before taking a step back again.

“It's beautiful.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers toying with the charm as you looked up to smile at him.

Bucky nodded, a quiet “yes, it is” confirming what he saw right in front of him.

“Buck, I-” A call for your name interrupted you.

“Go, I’ll come find you later,” Bucky promised, hoping your thoughts mirrored his. Before leaving you kissed his cheek and squeezed his flesh arm, your way of telling him he better come find you soon.

“Would you look at that, the robot has feelings.” Sam sneaked up on him, patting his back and walking past him to get a drink.

“Leave him alone, Sam.” Steve warned, not without his own squeeze to his shoulder with an encouraging “Good one, Buck”. He had never seen his friend happier, his eyes lost in the crowd not able to stop looking at you. Bucky remembered Christmas, he was sure he did, but he had never loved Christmas lights as much as he liked them reflecting in your eyes right then.

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bi-bi-readytocry · 3 years

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Bruised eye, broken heart (b.b.)

pairings: Bucky x reader warnings: fluff, cliches and cheesy lines, idk... bad writing, maybe some profanities, oh and mistakes (english isn’t my first language, sorry pals) summary: some supid decisions happens, Bucky comes to rescue

GIF not mine - credit to the owner.

You looked like a mess. Tangled hair, broken pair of high heels in your hand, and at the top of this all your favourite dress had now a freakin’ ripped slit up to your upper thigh. Fuck. You hated dating apps, they were full of creeps and weirdos, but Nat was pretty persuasive - at least when you were shitfaced with some vodka - so you two made accounts. Just for fun, of course, but the fact, that you matched with this guy - Ethan - who captured your interest and after two weeks of intense texting you decided to give it a go and you two agreed on a date night. What a stupid idea.

You weren't even that interested. Your thoughts were occupied by a certain hunk of a man, who just this week brought some random redheaded cutie to the compound and you were stupidly jealous. So you decided for the most adult solution you knew - have a date with some random man from an online dating app and tell no one. Fuck this. Your whole face hurt like hell and you had no shoes, no money and no ride. You took a deep breath and decided to call the one man, who was the reason behind your suffering.

He picked up immediately. "Hey, doll."

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A black car pulled into the parking lot, where you were currently hiding. Taking a deep breath you started to mentally prepare yourself for what was coming. Bucky stepped out of the car and looked around. It took him exactly 23 seconds to spot you. And exactly 2 seconds to turn on full rage Bucky. Fuck. "Hi, Buck." You tried to smile, but the cut lip and bruised jaw protested with sharp pain. "Jesus fuck, (y/n). Get in the car." Trying to act tough would be useless, so with your head down, you went for the passenger's seat.

When the door lock shut Bucky shifted his gaze to you. "Now tell me, what the hell happened. Do I need to go and murder someone, or is this one of your stupid ideas ending wrong." You let out a defeated sight and looked in the shade mirror. Fuck, you looked worse, than expected. Bruised jaw and cut lip weren't the only things on your face, that were angry red and purple. Shutting the shade back in its place, you looked back at Bucky. "I thought you liked my bad ideas?" Bucky let out an angry huff, so you decided to continue with digging your own grave. "So I thought, it would be a good idea, to go on a date with a guy I met online. And of course, he wasn't real. It was some stupid ass gang member, who held a grudge against me for busting their business a few months back." The phrase 'fucking douchebag' comes out of your mouth like a whisper, so Bucky's not sure if he heard you right. "Well, doll, you have no idea how angry I currently am. You could have been killed. Are you even aware of your own decisions? You are so full of yourself - look at you. One man did this to you and you are still wondering, why I'm not letting Steve give you alone missions?"

Your mouth falls open. Now it's your time to be angry. "What the fuck, Barnes? You know nothing about this and yet you decide to give me a parenting talk? Fuck off! There were six of them - he brought friends and they fucking jumped me in a back alley of the restaurant. I put 4 of them to the hospital and two of them run away screaming, you asshole." You look at him. He is making you so angry, that you are really considering punching him in his stupidly perfect face. "And what do you mean - you, YOU of all people, are not letting Steve assigning me to solo missions. Who do you think you are? If you want to control someone, try it with your girlfriend first, but I can assure you, she won't be happy."

Your head is starting to hurt like hell, but that doesn’t stop you from scowling at him. And he has the audacity to look started. "Okay, but it doesn't change the fact, that this was a stupid idea and you should think first before you'll try so desperately to get laid. And girlfriend? What are you talking about I-" Now you were just shouting at each other and you were done. Bucky crossed so many lines and this day was awful enough as it is. You didn't need any of this. "Stop the car." He didn't even look at you. "Don't be ridiculous, doll."

"Bucky, stop the fucking car or I'm gonna jump right out of it." You are no longer screaming, but your voice is so dangerously slow and low, that Bucky decides, it's in his best intentions to stop near the sidewalk, so you don't hurl yourself into upcoming traffic. He also knows, he fucked up big time, but the fact that you went on a date with someone else makes him want to rip the steering wheel off. "Okay, doll listen I-"

But you cut him off. "No, Barnes. You are going to listen to me. I had a bad fucking day. Hell, I had a bad fucking week, so don't you dare to lecture me again." You gave Bucky a little time to decide if he wants to risk his life and when he remains quiet, you continue. "I’m done with this. With the fact that you always treat me like a fuckin’ child. I get it, you are this big super soldier, with all the serum in you, but guess what - I can be pretty badass too. I’m a trained assassin and not a stupid porcelain doll. And I’m so tired of waiting for you, so I’m sorry that I wanted to have someone too for once. But I guess I’m too fucked up for a normal relationship, so the only dates I’m gonna have are with fake ass Ethans and myself.” There is a heavy air and even heavier quiet in the car for a while. Bucky is looking at you, but saying nothing, he just starts the car again. “Okay Barnes, good talk. Now please, take me home.”

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It’s already a week after your “killer date” and currently it felt like you and Bucky weren’t on speaking terms. Hell - it wasn’t just a feeling, you were avoiding each other, and honestly it hurt you more than your already yellow-ish face. It’s not like you were expecting a declaration, that he was secretly in love with you, but you expected something. Some kind of response, some kind of reaction. But nothing happened, so you fell down in your weird Bucky-less routine. Sparing with Nat, training at night alone and eating in your room, ‘cause everyone was still giving you shit about the incident with Tinder. Fuck them.

It was currently 3.47 AM and your mind was working full time. Thoughts about everything were running around and it made you lightheaded. Well, that was a lie, your thoughts were mostly about one person particularly, but you would never say that out loud. So you decided to do what you could do without thinking - kick the hell out of the punching bag. With sore hands and sweat on every inch of yor you, you were just waiting for your body to give up and collapse.

You were so in your head that the fact that someone else entered the gym slipped your attention. So when they grabbed your waist, you were immediately in fighting mode and pinned Bucky to the floor with a fist ready in the air to knock him out with a single punch. “Well, I guess I kinda deserve this?” You didn’t waste any minute and quickly get up from Bucky’s lap. “Sorry, you startled me. I didn’t hear you come in.” Bucky slowly get up after you and quietly watched you pick on your gloves. Before he came here, he had a whole speech prepared about how he’s sorry and his feelings and more, but when he saw your still kinda bruised face and sad expression, it all went shit. So he just stood there and watched you and your nervous habits.

“What do you need, James?” Bucky slightly flinched at the coldness in your tone, you barely called him James, not like this. It felt strange and wrong. “I just - doll, I -” Why was he stuttering? Jesus, this started really badly. He watched you shake your head in dissapointment. “Look, I’m not trying to be bitchy, but you know what? I kinda told you my part, not like I wanted to, but I did. I’m sorry that I yelled, but you made me so angry and frustrated, I just wanted to punch you in the face. But I liked you, like really liked you. And I get it - you don’t feel the same, but still, it would be cool if you just told me. I would feel stupid, but at least I wouldn’t feel like a burden in your life and I could move on, but now? We are not even friends anymore - or it sure don’t feel like we are. And it breaks my heart, because you were my best friend and now I lost you, because I’m stupid, selfish and wanted answers.” You curse yourself for being a little bitch when your eyes stars to well up with tears, but this time you decide to stay and wait for his answer.

Bucky looks lost. And he sure feels like it. And above all of that he also feels like a complete asshole, when he realizes that he probably broke your heart with his stupid actions and silent treatment (which wasn’t intetional, because he didn’t know what to say to you). “Liked me?” You look up from your hands and furrow your eybrows. “That’s the only thnig you got from what I just said? Barnes I swear to God -”

“Well, if you don’t like me anymore, this will be kinda awkward.” You look at him confused, but then he is kissing you and what the actual hell is happening right now. You push him off of you and punch him, hardly, in the shoulder. “What the fuck! You just decided to ignore everything I said to you - twice - and though ‘I’m gonna kiss her, so everything will be alright’? Barnes you are getting on my nerves again.”

Bucky blinks. Okay, that didn’t go as planned, but he somewhat expected it. “I’m sorry, doll. For everything. Mostly for the fact that I just ignored you for a whole week, but also because I was, I am, an idiot. I should just say something. Don’t let you just yell at me and then leave. I’m sorry I was such a coward that I caused you to think we are not even friends anymore. I wan’t you to be my friend, because you are sweet, selfless, kind, smart and pretty badass and you can put Sam in his place, which is honestly amazing. But I also love you - more than a friend, because you are sweet, selfless, kind, smart, pretty badass and short tempered and your ass looks hella good in your uniform. So I hope, that you were lying when you said you liked me. And that you can forgive me for being idiot who can’t coope with his feelings.” You finally look at Bucky, who is standing so close to you, that you can’t breathe right and you are pretty sure, that he can hear your wildly beating heart. “Only in my uniform?”

Bucky laughs and then his hands are on your waist and he is pulling you closer to him. “In everything. It’s a pretty good looking butt. C’mere.” You smile at him and then you are kissing and this time no one is punching anyone and your hands are in Bucky’s hair and his are on your butt, which looks good in everything and you are happy and - “What the fuck?!” Sam’s voice resonates through the gym and you are forced to leave Bucky’s lips for a while. “Fuck off Wilson or I’m gonna kick your ass at training so hard, that you’ll cry again.” Bucky laughs and kisses your neck and your legs are suddenly weaker. “That was one time!”

“That was hot.” You smirk at Bucky, who is giving you a suggestive look. “Well sarge, we should move this somewhere else then, so I can show you other hot things this mouth can do.” Bucky closes his eyes and rests his fohead on yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.”

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