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For the dialogue prompts, how about our Bucky with 17. "I can't lose you, baby. I've already lost too much." ? Please and thanks wonderful Miss Navy!!!

Some Days

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky gets scared some days that he'll lose you.

Word Count: Over 500

Warnings: Mild sexual content, slight angst, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: An overprotective prompt ficlet that could turn into more. Nat, I hope you like it ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky took you right to bed when he came home safely from his recent mission. Some days he needed to forget the weight of the unfair burdens he carried. As many times as he was unwillingly wiped, he would forever remember the horrors. The nightmares served as a reminder. He didn’t want to let them consume him.

He would drown in sorrow if he did.

“One more, baby,” he ordered gruffly, thrusting deep and helping you ride out your orgasm. “Give me one more.”

Some days forgetting meant taking you until he had his fill. He still had your hand above your head, your fingers laced together as he stretched his body over yours. He pulled another orgasm from you before he filled you to the brim. Pinned beneath him, you remembered that you belonged to him. And he’d never forget that he had someone worth fighting for.

Someone worth protecting.

“Talk to me,” you urged, focusing on him through the fog of pleasure.

“I get scared some days,” he whispered, still buried inside you.

“You? Scared?” You asked, touching his cheek. Like always, he leaned into your hand. Where one of you went, the other followed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“It's true. Because some days I wake up and I worry when you're not there beside me,” he said, his voice as gentle as his kisses. “I can't breathe properly until I see your face or hear your voice.”

The wonderful ache between your thighs was a contrast to the one in your heart at his stormy gaze. Ghosts haunted the man you loved, but you would find ways to chase them away. “I don’t want you to worry. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.”

“My job is dangerous and I’m not always here,” he reminded you. There was always the chance that he’d never come home to you. But wasn’t life in general unpredictable? “I have enemies.”

“I know. And I know how to protect myself. You taught me, remember?” You pointed out. He made sure you knew how to fight. “And I'm still not going anywhere, Bucky.”

You gasped when he shifted his hips, his weight settling over you. “I can't lose you, baby,” he said, his eyes so intense that you nearly shrank under his gaze. But you weren’t afraid of how much he loved you because you loved him just as strongly. “I've already lost too much.”

Bucky Barnes lost almost everything. Time. Family. Autonomy. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve it.

He deserved love and you’d be there to give it to him.

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered.

He sighed, your words like a balm to an invisible wound. “Still love me?”

“Always,” you promised, pulling him down for a tender kiss.

Bucky was home and you would wake up beside him in the morning, but life was unpredictable. Someone would try to take you away soon. Someone with a grudge against the man who captured your heart.

And that someone would soon discover that messing with Bucky’s girl was a death wish.

Who do we think is dumb enough to go after Bucky's girl? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Can lumberjack Bucky take care of me?

Yes, nonnie.

To-Do List

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shares a list of things to do with you when you wake up. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Fluff, pet names, talk of sex, light humor, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: More Burly and Bambi . @tavners, can we manifest this? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky’s spot on the bed beside you is cool when you wake up and reach for him, seeking out his warmth. You don’t want to start the day cold.

But he’s back in the bedroom before you can get up to look for him, a tray in his hands and a smile on his face as you yawn.

The shirtless sight of your burly man is enough to chase any lingering tiredness away.

“Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, Bambi,” he says as he sets the tray over you and lets you look over the feast he prepared. “You drooling over the food or me?” he teases.

You wipe at your chin, thinking for a moment that you did drool. “Both,” you smile, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear once he gets back in bed. “What’s the occasion?”

It isn't your birthday and or anniversary. No reason to celebrate anything.

“No reason at all, darling,” he answers, sincerity in his bright eyes before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just want to take care of you.”

Your heart flutters because no other guy had ever done anything for you just because they wanted to. “You take very good care of me,” you promise, feeding him a bite.

You watch him lick his lips after his bite, your heart fluttering for an entirely different reason. “This is just a start,” he says, feeding you a bite in return.

You would never turn down his cooking or him feeding you.

“What else could you possibly have planned? You have to work.”

“No work today,” he replies, nodding to a small piece of paper beside the plate.

A smile spreads across your face due to the impromptu day off before you pick up the sheet and scan it, recognizing his handwriting. “‘Burly and Bambi’s To Do List’,” you announce as he chuckles. “Breakfast in bed.”

“Check,” he smiles, feeding you another bite.

“Cuddle in bed,” you continue.

“After breakfast.”

A giggle bubbles up when you read the next thing on the list. “This just says ‘Each other’,” you state, which you would happily help him cross off.

He puts a hand on his chest when you laugh more. “Are you making fun of my list? You wound me.”

“I’m not,” you promise. Any excuse to do your lumberjack, you’ll take it.

“Good. Because I have us doing each other as number 6,” he smirks, your throat dry when his gaze falls to your chest. “And 9.”

You laugh all over again, careful not to shake the tray. “6 and 9? 69? Really?”

“It’s a good number,” he says nonchalantly. “And as your personal lumberjack, I’ll also be happy to split you in half.”

It’s a tempting offer and you’ll take him up on it. “After we eat.”

“Good idea,” he agrees, popping a bite of fruit into his sinful mouth. “You need your strength.”

“Cocky,” you whisper, but he’s right. You do need your strength because he’s insatiable. “You also have watch a movie together and snuggle with a blanket under the stars.”

“I’ll keep you nice and warm,” he promises, gesturing to the sheet. “Flip it over.”

You’re not sure how you manage to hold back tears as you read it, falling more in love with Bucky as you read out loud, “Tell Bambi how much I love her every day.”

He grasps your chin so you can’t hide your face. “I love you, Bambi,” he whispers, pressing his soft lips against yours.

You ask yourself how you’re lucky enough to be his girl as you kiss him back. “I love you, too, Burly.”

And you would tell him every day, too.

These two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Bucky: *shyly* are you uncomfortable?

Y/N: *also shyly* I’m not uncomfortable, are you?

Bucky: *blushing* no

Sam:

Sam: I’m uncomfortable

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Hear me out a fic where—

Bucky and Reader may have been going at it like bunnies, but it is always with protection. BUT there are times (like multiple) where Needy!Bucky arises and begs for a bareback. (Did he always talked dirty abt coming inside? Yes, absolutely) you never relented tho.

Until one special day or night, you decided to give him a treat. For the first time, you allowed him. And if he was dirty talking before, girly, he’s now full on feral and filthy. (And that’s how you learned Bucky has a major breeding kink)

Aftermath be like:

“Why did we ever use protection again?”

“Why did you let me miss out this heaven?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

“Bold of you to assume that we would be using those rubbers again”

Jokes and fantasies aside y’all, PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!!

18+ 

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS MASTERPIECE OF AN ASK

This is very smutty. So very smutty.

Screaming without the S. I’ll see myself out. 

“Baby, pleaseee” Bucky moaned against your neck, whining and whimpering, grinding his cock into you, pressing you further into the mattress. “wanna feel all of you doll, m’so full of cum for you”

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, your mind clouded every time he fucked into you harder, nothing compared to Bucky’s filthy mouth. He was especially needy today, his full body weight on top of you, eyes squeezed shut,  while his arms were wrapped around your body. He wasn’t even thrusting at this point, he wanted to keep his cock deep inside you, his hips circling and rolling, the tip rubbing against your g-spot. 

“Just let me take it off y/n, I wanna fill you up, make your pussy drip, let me make a mess inside you babygirl, paint those pretty walls with my cum” 

You could only moan in response, not trusting yourself to speak because even though it was the sexiest thing ever, you always wanted to be responsible. Your legs tightened around his waist as he sped up his pace panting against your skin. His balls felt heavy, he could feel his orgasm hurdle towards him each time you cried out for him. 

“Y-ou feel so g-good already-fuck- can’t imagine how good it’d feel to fuck you raw baby, put my bare cock in you, let you feel my dick stroking your silky walls. Let me feel all that cream on my cock baby, I want it, want it so bad” 

“Oh god, fuck I’m gonna cum y/n, gimme that pussy baby, give it to me baby-shit- you’re squeezing me so tight” 

“BUCKY” Your orgasm ripped through your body, back arched, your neck barred to him as you threw your head back.

“Yes baby, fuck yes, cum all over my cock baby, so good, So. F-fucking. GOOD” He gave you three sloppy thrusts before biting down onto your neck, moaning loudly as he spilled his load into the condom. 

You both laid there for while in a post sex haze, sleep washing over you soon after. No one made you feel satisfied like Bucky and nothing turned him on more than you. You squirmed beside him at the thought of having him inside you, feeling all of him, his velvety shaft caressing you, feeling the warmth of his bare skin everywhere. You clenched around nothing, burying yourself further into his arms as he held you, softly snoring with a dopey smile on his face. Your restraint was growing weak each time be begged you, pleaded with that sweet pout and whimper, you could feel him throb when he got needy. 

Imagine feeling his cum splash on your walls.

Imagine feeling his warmth dripping out of you, making a mess on the sheets, falling asleep so full of him even after you cum. 

Imagine feeling all of that.

Your heart was racing as you worked yourself up, your sweet baby just wanted to feel all of you and you were just as desperate now. He’d been so patient with you, keeping it wrapped up even though he wanted nothing more than the rip it off and bury himself in you. It was time he got his reward. 

*****

Bucky crawled on top of you, his cock bobbing between his legs, reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. You bit your lip, your heart racing, as you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. Time to give your baby what he’d been craving. 

His eyes grew wide, swallowing thickly, were you actually going to let him? 

“Baby...?” His voice was a whisper, blinking down at you, pearls of precum already beading at the head. 

“Do you want it baby” You cooed, reaching down to stroke his cock, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive slit making him whine, bucking his hips into your hand, his brain short circuiting, was it actually going to happen?

“I want it babydoll, wan it so bad” He sounded desperate, his heart racing, his cock growing achingly hard the more you toyed with his cock. He’d dreamt about this, touched himself to this, humped himself on the mattress for this, he wasn’t going to rush a damn fucking thing if you were going to let him. 

Bucky was needy, but this was a different type of needy. His eyes grew dark, swatting your hand away. He pushed your legs up, spreading your folds apart with his fingers, your pussy on full display for him. You felt your body heat up at his intense stare, your soaked pussy glistening and already dripping. 

“S’pretty” He murmured, sitting back on his heels with his cock in his hands. He traced the tip your clit to your ass and back up again, his eyes rolling at the feeling of your bare pussy on his swollen head. “Ughhh, fuck baby” His head was thrown back, rubbing the tip in circled onto your clit, his precum making it wet, he wanted to slam into you so badly but no. He was going to make sure he dragged his cock over every inch of your pussy before filling you up. 

“Buckkyyyy” You whined, your needy hole clenching around nothing. You wanted his cock in you so badly but he tsked, shaking his head. 

“Shhh princess, just let me feel you baby” He moaned, letting his cock sit perfectly between your folds. He grabbed onto your thighs, humping and rutting his shaft on your pussy, getting it nice and soaked. 

“B-aby, it feels so good already, m’so sensitive, could c-cum just like this” He almost sounded broken, biting his lip while he looked down to watch his cock rub all over you, feeling so warm between your folds. 

“Bucky, fuck me, please?” Your glassy eyes finally broke him, if his princess was begging for his cock, how could he keep teasing her. He hissed, dragging his cock to your fluttering entrance, slowing pushing the tip in, nearly sobbing at the feeling. 

“Oh FUCKK” Bucky’s cock throbbed all the way in, his cock some how hardening even more. “Oh fuck, m’so hard it almost hurts babyyy” He squeezed the base of his shaft to keep himself from immediately cumming in you, sweat already covering his body. You clenched around him, desperate for him to move but he remained still.

“Move Bucky, please” You pleaded but he shook his head, hissing, feeling his cock desperately throb. 

“What the fuck are you doing to me princess” He groaned, holding his cock still. “I might cum just like this baby, you’re so warm and t-tight” Bucky held still for another minute before starting to slowly thrust into you, moaning with his lip caught between his teeth, his brows furrowed. 

 “Why did you keep this from me baby, you feel so good, fuck me, I can’t” Bucky’s body fell on top of you, fucking you faster, while you clawed his back, feeling the tip of his bare cock stroke your walls. He felt so warm, your mixed arousal already dripping down onto the sheets.  

You thought Bucky was filthy before but you had released a demon. 

He sat up again, throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping onto your calved while he watched his cock disappear into your walls. Your belly bulged each time he pushed deeper and it turned him into a menace. 

“Why do you feel so fucking good baby, huh? You make me wanna knock you up, I want to give you my babies”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw slack as started to fuck you at an animalistic pace, lost in a deep fantasy with you naked and pregnant. 

“Angel, your pussy feels so good baby, God, you make me wanna cum”

“B-B-ucky, fuck me!” You cried out, your walls fluttering already at the brink of your orgasm. Bucky groaned, locking his eyes with you before spitting right onto your clit, smirking at the way your body responded, your slick gushing out of you. He flicked your clit, letting out a dark chuckle when you nearly came, whining when he pulled his hand away. 

“So needy” He whispered, tracing light circles that edged you further “You wish you could have my mouth there, huh baby, you love when I kiss and suck that sweet little bud, let my tongue trace circles on you while you beg to cum” 

You nodded, crying out when he fucked you harder. 

“I know you love it baby, can feel you gushing, promise I’ll make out with this pretty pussy next time baby, I’ll nurse off that sexy clit all night, have you screaming all night” 

You could only cry and moan in response, you had no idea what had gotten into Bucky, his pace unrelenting, his mouth getting filthier by the second. 

“Rub that little clit for me babydoll, soak me, cum all over my bare cock, get my balls nice and wet too” 

You rubbed tight circled on your clit, moaning louder as you felt your orgasm hurdle towards you. A strong tight pressure built at the base of your belly, your entire body pulled taught. You nearly screamed as you squirted all over Bucky, 

Bucky moaned, feeling your slick cover his cock, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. He’d starved his orgasm for as long as he could but it was impossible now, you were so fucking wet and warm and pretty and sweet and fuck he just wanted to give you his cum, get you pregnant-

Did he really-

Fuck yes. 

Your shaky legs fell off his shoulders as he dropped back on you again, pounding you into the bed. You wrapped your self around his body, his dominance faltering as he started to chase his high. 

“Babygirl, m’so close” He panted, growing needier as you carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp. Your soft touch and bare pussy made him feral, he wanted to fill you up so badly. 

“Don’t wanna pull out y/n, I wanna cum in you, fuckfuckfuck, my balls are throbbing, they’re so fucking heavy, don’t make me pull out sweet heart, please?”

“Fuck James” You moaned, your pussy fluttering around him again, the thought of him getting you pregnant unleased something inside you. You wanted his cum inside you, you wanted to feel it drip down your thighs. Bucky’s pace grew sloppy, the image of you pregnant was seared into his mind. 

“M’gonna make you a mommy baby, gonna give you so much cum, cock’s so full babygirl. know you can feel it, I’m dripping in you, fuck” 

“You want me to have your babies?”  You cupped Bucky's face, his glassy eyes desperate for all of you. He nodded, practically pleading with you, hoping you’d say yes because there was no way he’d be able to pull out on time. 

“Please? Please baby, just let me cum in you, will you have my kids mama? Please? You feel so good baby, don’t wanna pull out, m’already dripping in you”

“Cum in me Bucky, give me your cum baby, want your babies” 

“Fuck mama, you’re gonna look so beautiful when you’re pregnant” You could feel his tears dampen your neck, he was so lost and deep in his own pleasure, his sensitive cock ready to explode. “Fuck have my babies- OOOH FUCKKK!” 

Bucky sobbed-sobbed-, as he came in you, unable to keep his hips from rutting in and out of you. You moaned, feeling his warm thick cum fill you up, dripping out of you, down your folds and onto the bed. His cries of pleasure were muffled as he buried his face into your neck, still gently thrusting while moaning and whining. 

“S-so sensitive-oh god-its so sensitive”  He almost sounded like he was in pain, so deep in pleasure, he never wanted to pull out. You cooed at him while he held onto you tightly, letting himself soften while still deep in you, there was no fucking way you would ever be able to keep him from your bare pussy again. 

*****

You giggled while Bucky stared at the ceiling as if he was reeling in and out of consciousness. You thought you had an intense orgasm, but it appeared this had knocked Bucky down a few pegs, his skin still flushed, his soft cock still dripping onto his abs. 

“That was....”

“So good” 

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

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How's Your Head?

Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: The gym thoughts won.

“What happened Chief?” 

Sam gives you a look, “I’m on the job so formalities only,” he cracks a smile, you roll your eyes biting back your own, “details on the injured chief where is he?” 

He tilts his head to the back of the fire truck stationed feet away, “he’s at the back of the drill truck, Rogers is keeping him talking, got his head and shoulder banged up pretty good running drills.” You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder, “take me to him.” 

You hear him before you see him, “Rogers I swear if you don’t get your damn fingers out of my face, I told you I’m fine, I’ve gotten hurt worse on the job there’s no need for all this fussin, you shouldn’t have called.” 

“And that’ll be my call to make,” you say rounding the truck finding Lieutenant Barnes sat slouched over the back, ice pack pressed to his head, Captain Rogers pressing one to his shoulder. You place the bag next to him taking over the icepack pressed to the lieutenant's shoulder. 

“I’ve got it from here Captain, you and chief are free to go.” you say excusing the two other men, they thank you letting the Lieutenant next to you know they’ll be at the station when he’s done.  

You turn to the broad-shouldered brunette sitting in front of you his posture much straighter now that his colleagues have left a glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile on his lips as he looks at you, you already know you’re in for trouble. 

“How are you feeling Lieutenant Barnes?” 

The man groans, clutching his chest in dramatics, “You wound me, I’ve told you to call me Bucky sweetheart, we’re past lieutenant Barnes at this point.” 

Your tongue pushes into your cheek, biting back the smile threatening to split your lips, “and I’m on the job lieutenant, now how are you feeling, any pain?” You question lifting the ice back from his shoulder, your fingers curling into the white top to peek at the reddened skin, a speckle of red and purple look back at you. 

“Sweetheart if you want to see me shirtless all you have to do is ask.” 

Ignoring his teasing comment, you press down on the skin softly drawing out a pained groan, “scale of one to ten what’s the pain level?” 

“I’d say an 8 but a kiss could bring it down to 1, get my mind right off of it.” 

You shake your head placing the icepack down “and how’s your head?” you continue getting right in front of him to remove the second icepack, your fingers combing softly through his hair to check for broken skin 

“I’ve had no complaints.” 

Your fingers pause in his hair, eyes meeting his amused ones, you laugh, “I meant your actual head Bucky, are you feeling pain?” 

“Will you kiss it to make it better?” 

“Bucky.” 

“What about a date,” he continues, “I’d have something other than a headache to look forward to tonight.” 

You chuckle fingers moving in his hair again, “you should be glad they called I’m pretty sure you’re suffering from a concussion.” you say examining his head again. 

His hands find the sides of your thighs, the action rendering you motionless, your fingers still in his hair again eyes finding his, “I’m actually glad they called - I got to see you.”  

He’s grinning at the smile you try so hard to hide. “C’mon sweetheart one date.” 

“If I agree to this one date, will you let me finish checking you so I have something other than your incessant flirting to report back to the chief?” 

“If you agree you can check me as thoroughly as you want sweetheart.” 

“Fine Barnes, one date, one.” you stress. 

“Oh sweetheart you and I both know it won’t only be one.” 

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How To Train Your Illyrian

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Cassian X Reader ~ Enemies to lovers

Summary: Growing up in Windhaven doesn’t give you the best table manners. Cassian was an Illyrian soldier and that meant that most of the time he acted like a barbarian. When he enters Rhysand’s court, it’s you who must show him the ropes of proper Night Court etiquette. But will you be able to train the untrainable?

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One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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I'll Not Forget You

Here's the prologue to I'll Not Forget You. The link leads you to the other chapters uploaded on AO3. I will include a poll in the near-future to see if people want me to upload the other chapters onto Tumblr. The overall summary for this fic: After waking up with Steve from under the ice you are hired by Fury and do light field work for S.H.I.E.L.D. still grappling with the feelings of losing Bucky.

Prologue

2011, NEW YORK

The first thing you registered was the sound of a radio. It was a little bit scratchy, but it worked nonetheless. You stayed there a few moments, feeling the lightest breeze across your face. A tiny tendril of your hair ghosted over your cheek and upper lip. You took a deep breath, opened your eyes, and sat up, trying to think about something, place yourself. You were wearing a t-shirt with the emblem of the Strategic Scientific Reserve on the front and pants.    

You saw a man–Steve–a number of feet from you in a bed of his own. He appeared to be sleeping, wearing the same shirt as you, sprawled on his back. Boots on his feet, which made you look down at your own. Nope, just socks, but a pair of shoes right on the floor near the end of the bed. The radio was still playing, but you weren’t paying attention, you were focused on placing yourself in the in moment.     

What time is it? Where am I? Remember. Steve, Captain America. One of your best friends. Hydra. The war. S.S.R. Peggy Carter. You tried to recall the last thing you remember. Your answer to any type of panic, call on your friends. Convenient Steve was there.    

“Steve. Steve!” Steve opened his eyes, slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed, using his arms to prop himself up to face you.    

As he sat up, you took in the room, the space around you. The room was a fair size. Not large, but not tiny. The bottom half of the walls were painted blue. An all too familiar blue. Bucky. Your other best friend. He…he died .    

You pushed the thought out of your mind for the time being and continued taking in the room. The top half of the walls were painted white and a small nightstand was between you and Steve’s bed with a lamp, a pitcher of water, a cup, and a washcloth on it. The lamp was on, odd since the sun was shining in. There was a chair in the corner andne open window where the breeze must have been coming from. A light switch near the door, across the room from you.    

Your attention returned to Steve who looked to be in deep concentration over something. You wondered for a moment what was going through his head before you said his name again. Everything felt foggy and some part of you would find solace in hearing Steve’s voice. “Steve!”    

He shook his head, a look of concentration still plastered on his face. “Radio.”

Before you could understand what he meant a woman walked in. She was beautiful, long brown, curly hair, placed neatly behind her ears. White shirt with a collar. Black tie. Black skirt.    

She tilted her head to the side, before closing the door, gently behind her. “Good morning.” The breeze from the windows picked up again.    

You and Steve both turn to face her, Steve it with concern written all over his face. You took a deep, long breath trying to settle yourself in the moment. Before you could even think to respond, Steve spoke up.     

“Where are we?” You just nodded. Good question, Steve . Your brain was too fogged over to think of anything else.      

The woman, presumably a nurse, gave a small smile, placing her hands behind herself. “You are in New York. In a recovery room.” She gave another smile.    

You just nodded, but Steve looked over his shoulder at the radio on a dresser in the corner. You realized the radio was still playing, but this time you started actually listening to what was being said. The guy on the radio talking about the Dodgers. Steve, looked back at the nurse, your ears still listening to the radio before you understood what Steve had meant by radio. Before Steve could say anything you found your voice, your first words besides ‘Steve’ being uttered. “New York? Are we actually in New York, ma’am?” Is this some sick trick on Hydra’s end? Am I dead?      

The nurse gave a confused look, blinking a few times at the questions. She cleared her throat before speaking. “What do you mean, ma’am? Yes, we are in New York.” She gave a slightly awkward smile. Something didn’t sit right in your gut.     

You and Steve were on the same wavelength at this point because Steve spat out the words you were thinking. Not word for word, but the idea was there. “The game that the gentleman is announcing. That was a game from 1941. I was at the game.”   

You nodded your head. Why would a game from 1941 be played over the radio if it’s 1944? The look of confusion grew on your face as the nurse appeared to shift uncomfortably. You and Steve both glanced at each other without turning your heads before your gaze returned back to the nurse. Steve stood walking towards the woman. She wasn’t a nurse in your mind, not anymore. Something in your gut told you to run. You side-eyed the shoes at the edge of the bed as you pulled them on, as subtle as possible.   

“I’m going to ask one more time.” Steve sounded ten times more authoritative this time, looking down at the woman, a foot from her. “Where are we?”   

“Sir, Captain Rogers.” She said, calmly, not moving a muscle though you saw something in her hand a bright red blinking.     

You’d seen enough bloodshed. Your gut did not like this and you did what you thought of in that moment. You hadn’t seen Bucky fall, but you knew he had. Hydra had taken enough of your friends. This strange woman was not about to hurt the one friend and thing you were sure of. You immediately stood and walked up to Steve’s side.

“Where are we,” Steve demanded before the door opened and two men dressed in black entered causing you to take a step back. Steve jumped forward shoving the women and two men out of the way. Your instinct was simply to follow.   

Steve pushed them both, through a wall which only lead to another room, a larger room. You followed Steve. It was a larger room and you couldn’t care to look around you. There were doors and that was something. You ran towards them, Steve taking just a moment to look take in the rather bland surrounding of the room.    

You heard the woman shouting desperately, “Captain Rogers! Ma’am! Wait.”     

You weren’t stopping, and neither was Steve. You both ran through the doors into a long hallway—men and women dressed in suits. The wall opposite was just windows. Everyone seemed to turn their heads in your direction. Adrenaline was coursing through your body.        

You heard the woman shouting again. “All agents. Code 13. I repeat, Code 13.”     

Upon those words, you swear every person in that hall suddenly ran at you and Steve ran towards what appeared to be more doors. You didn’t know where they led, but it meant somewhere else so you followed Steve, running as quickly as possible. The doors led outside and all you could see were people and cars speeding down the road. A large building looming over you. You pushed people out of your way as you ran into the street and across to the other side only to see Steve run down the road. You ran after him. Damned serum makes you too fast for me, Steve. You finally caught up with him as multiple black, fancy-looking cars surrounded you and Steve.      

“Damnit.” You muttered as you and Steve stood back to back, walking in circles against each other to check your surroundings. Above you, open skies. All around you large signs and moving pictures. There was too much around you, you couldn’t think. You were overwhelmed. Your heart rate felt like it could rocket you billions of miles from where you were standing. You tried to take a deep breath. Some mysterious voice said something, but you didn’t make it out. Everything blurred. You were plummeting towards the earth. The last thing you remember was Steve standing over you saying your name and then everything went black.

#james “bucky” barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #nick fury #winter soldier #original character #flashbacks #1940s flashbacks #reader is besties with steve and bucky #light angst

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Natasha: [on the phone] What if I told you I was looking at your missing Spider-Man suit right now. Peter: Describe it to me. Natasha, deadpan: It’s a red and blue Spider-Man suit. Peter: That’s it!

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Nat: what time is it?

Y/n: i don't know... pass me the saxophone and i'll find out.

Nat: *confused but still passes the saxophone to Y/n*

Y/n: *plays the saxophone*

Tony, distantly: who the fuck is playing saxophone at 2am?!

Y/n: it's 2am.

Nat: *giggles*

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Natasha, stuck in a cell with Yelena and Peter: Listen, I'm not claustrophobic, but you're going to have to move.

Yelena: What does claustrophobic mean?

Peter: That she's scared of Santa Claus.

Natasha: No it–

Yelena: Ho, ho, ho!

Peter, panicking: Stop it Yelena, you're scaring her!

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Steve: You two look good together. I'd put you guys in a boat.

You: You'd put us in a boat?

Steve: Yes, a boat. Isn't that what young people say when they think two people would make a good couple.

Nat: You mean ship us?

Steve: Yes, I "ship" you two.

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A Peaceful Morning

Summary - Bucky waking up in peace is all he ever wanted, you and Alpine were the cherries on top of the cake.

Light poured in through the window curtains of your shared bedroom with Bucky. The light illuminating the light grey rug across the floor that you insisted be added to make it feel more homey. You refused to wake up in the morning only to look down at a hard wooden floor. The light often woke up Bucky, but not you so he was often up first.

His eyes quickly opened to find your limbs sprawled in different directions. Maybe it wasn’t like the perfect scene in romance books where you claimed they always woke up in each other’s arms, no he woke up to see whatever position you had managed your way into during the night. That particular morning you were starfishes out on your back. One of your arms was flopped across his chest, the other arm half off the bed. One leg draped across his shins and the other was bent somewhat awkwardly over the sheets of your shared bed. Your mouth was slightly agape too. Bucky didn’t care what you looked like in the morning. You could’ve looked like Lucifer risen from Hell and he would still fall in love with you more. He just cared that he got to wake up next to you ever morning. There was something extra pleasing about you sleeping in his red henley.

“Because it’s comfortable and it smells like you,” you had explained to him when you were pulling it on one night to wear. He didn’t stop you. For God’s sake he only wanted you more for it. He had bit back the grin covering his face when he’d first seen you wearing it.

The henley barely smelled like him anymore, instead it smelled like you considering the shirt had practically become yours considering how much you wore. You required he wear it every so often so his scent didn’t completely wear off. The thought only made him smile more.

When he looked over to see you starfished across him he gently smiled before leaning towards you, placing a gentle kiss to your temple before he heard an insisted MEOW. He looked over at the foot of the bed to see Alpine sitting there, staring at your sleeping form. Bucky sat up and leaned forward ever so slightly to scratch the cat behind the ears and it responded with a large number of happy purrs. That’s how he had first met you, getting Alpine at a pet store, per Sam’s advice. You were working there. When he walked in your were sitting with one of the dogs, he was already way in over his head.

You stirred slightly, rolling over onto your side, facing away from him. A small glint coming off your neck from the chain of his dog tags which he had asked you to wear about ten months into your relationship. You happily agreed, and you wore them 24/7. Bucky leaned down again, placing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, just above the chain of them. You didn’t move a muscle, damn could you sleep through anything.

He laid back down, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his bare chest, holding you against him. This was exactly what he wanted. He stayed there for a while, watching your calming breathing. Yep, he loved you, so damn much. After another twenty minutes he checked the clock, 9:30am. He smiled. You had made this rule with him when you started living together that he was not allowed to wake you up on Saturdays until 9:30am at the earliest.

He looked back over at you. It’s not that he didn’t like letting you sleep, but he also liked talking to you, being with you, doing dumb stupid fun things, or just sitting and keeping each other company. He leaned towards the back of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. Then traveling to the side of your neck, placing a kiss there, then down to your slightly exposed shoulder. You stirred slightly making a small noise in response to him, but not quite awake. Bucky smiled.

“Morning, Doll,” he whispered against the back of your shoulder.

You grumbled something in response before rolling to face him. You let out a loud yawn. He chuckled in response before leaning forward and placing his lips to your forehead. You smiled sleepily at him in response. “Good morning, Bucky.”

There was something about the way you said ‘Bucky’ that was way too hot. The fact that you were wearing his red henley and his dog tags nearly was sending him over the edge. He leaned over and places his mouth on yours, gently at first, then it became a bit more passionate and it may have gone further if Alpine hadn’t snuck her way in between you and Bucky in the way only cats can do. She let out an exaggerated MEOW, quite literally butting heads with Bucky in the process which made you laugh. “Damn cat,” Bucky muttered to himself, quietly enough that you managed to miss it. A mix of your attention on the cat and being tired likely.

“I’m hungry.” You announced, sitting up in bed before reaching behind the cats ears and scratching her head. You pushed the sheets down off your legs and climbed out of bed.

Shit, he thought to himself as he remembered you had pulled your shorts off part way through the night because you felt hot. There you were, standing in hishenley and his dog tags. He sat up and watched you pull on a pair of shorts.

“You coming, baby,” you asked, looking back at Bucky he cleared his throat. He nodded explaining he would be there in just a few moments, just wanted to wash up or something. You nodded before leaving the room. Bucky let out the smallest groan before Alpine let out another MEOW in response, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly as if asking ‘what’s wrong.’

“We’re lucky aren’t we, huh,” Bucky asked the cat.

Alpine only made another loud MEOW sound before hopping down off the bed, waiting to wander into the kitchen with Bucky.

You were standing at the stove working on making breakfast. Bucky let out a contented sigh before approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. Damn was he glad to have you in his life, and damn was he excited to give you the ring he had so carefully chosen out.

#bucky barnes x reader #marvel #james “bucky” barnes #james “bucky” barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #alpine #fluff #bucky barnes deserves his happy ending

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Punk, Jerk

Summary - Steve finally confronts Bucky as to why he never goes on a second date with the same girl

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Steve never understood why Bucky was always going on dates and never calling the poor girl again. They all seemed like lovely women and if Steve was not gay and didn’t have the biggest crush on Bucky since he saved from a bunch of bullies, he would have happily settled for any one of them. He would just awkwardly, and sometimes painfully, watch Bucky get some Brooklyn woman all twisted up in his ever-charming character from afar.

The date always went pretty similarly. Bucky and Steve would be out at their favorite diner in the evening and Bucky would say he had yet another date for the evening. Bucky’s date would show up, proceeded by an uncomfortable look thrown in Steve’s direction–a look Bucky often didn’t notice–at seeing him there. This would be quick awkward introductions before Bucky suggested they all go dancing. 

Steve would always put up a fight, but end up going to the dance hall anyway with Bucky and the new girl he had strung on his arm. Steve would then sit, have a drink or two and awkwardly watch his best friend and crush flirt with the girl to hell and back.

Tonight is no different. Bucky and Steve sit across from each other at the diner as Bucky stands when he sees his date walk into the diner. He throws on his charming smile, the one Steve heard one woman say she would sell her soul for. Steve just sits there awkwardly, only watching the woman approach Bucky. 

She seems pretty enough. Curled blonde hair, an eye color he can’t quite make out and a dress that complements her well. She has a small purse on her. The thing that is different, she doesn’t give Steve an awkward look, only a sweet smile which somehow makes him feel worse.

Steve, always feels selfish for it, but it’s easier for him to watch Bucky flirt around with a girl who seems rather stuck-up, but it would be hard to hate a girl who seems decent. Not that he blames any of the girls anyways. He’s small, he knows it. 

“Meghan, this is–“ Bucky begins, but is cut off by his date.

”Steve. You must be Steve!” She says, excitedly before reaching to shake Steve’s hand.

Darn her for being nice. Steve gives a polite smile and shakes her hand. “So he’s mentioned me has he?” He tries to make a joke of it, but comes off sounding more unsure of himself.

”Lots of good things!” Meghan responds, giving a wink to Bucky. 

Bucky beams at seeing Meghan and Steve get along. Steve just chuckles looking down in his before glancing between Meghan and Steve a few times, feeling a bit heartbroken. There is another beat.

”Well. I told Meghan here I would take her dancing,” Bucky says, flashing that charming smile in Meghan’s direction.

Steve can see the visible blush creeping up Meghan’s cheeks as she nods, can’t blame the girl. If Bucky gave him that kind of attention he might just drop dead. It’s Meghan’s next words that pull Steve from his revery.

”You are welcome to join us, Steve,” Meghan says sweetly.

Bucky beams, before nodding. Steve doesn’t protest tonight. He’s too busy feeling jealous and hurt to disagree. He wants to feel happy that Meghan is so sweet, but it makes it too damned hard to dislike her. He wants to dislike her, makes it feel less likely Bucky will actually date the girl. That’s the question Steve will ponder all evening, Is Bucky going to ask for a second date?

The question completely plagues him for the evening. A question that has him drinking a bit more than he usually does. She is totally charming, and Bucky just keeps flirting. They seem to dance all evening. Steve just sits and watches as usual, imagining what might happen if he was where Meghan was, dancing the night away with Bucky. It tugs at his heart-strings.

But the question also finds him curious, as he thinks more deeply about the fact that Bucky has never actually had a girlfriend. Why? It seems like everyone women in Brooklyn is lining up to claim Bucky as her own yet Bucky never goes on more than one date. Maybe he does notice the look these women give Steve.

But if he does then also knows Meghan has been nothing but kind to Steve and that might just her as a candidate for a second date. At some point in thoughts Bucky approaches him, no Meghan in sight. “Where’s Meghan?”

”She saw a childhood friend. I told her to go catch up with her friend I thanked her for the lovely evening,” Bucky says shrugging and placing his hands in his pockets. “C’mon. I gotta be up early tomorrow.”

Steve only nods, unsure what to make of it all. Sounds like Bucky didn’t ask for a second date. They exit the place in silence, walking down the street. Silence was never uncomfortable between Steve and Bucky, they just savored each other’s presence.

Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it Meghan being different from Bucky’s past dates but Steve suddenly decided he blurts, “Why, Buck?”

”Why what, Stevie?” Bucky responds, unsure what Steve is asking. He shifts his hands in his pockets.

”Why do you always go on dates with these beautiful women and never call them again?” Steve asks. There is a certain sharpness in his tone as he asks. He doesn’t seem to care as much as he might otherwise.

”Stevie–“ is the only thing Bucky manages out before Steve finds his voice.

”You flirt with them, charm them to all ends, you have them all wrapped around your finger but you never ask for a second date–“ 

”Steve, c’mon–“ Bucky’s voice doesn’t suggest anger, just a bit of frustration.

“Bucky! Just. It pains me to see you doing it,” Steve confesses, though he sounds more angry than sad. “So why? Meghan seemed perfectly lovely. Kind, got along with me. You couldn’t help but smile in her direction all evening,” Steve says, sounding fed up with something, or someone. He is not sure with what or who, he just knows he is. He barely realizes that he just arrived in front of his place. Steve’s voice cracks with his last words. “Why do you never ask for a second date?”

Before Steve can even pull his key from his coat pocket, Bucky’s lips are on his. Bucky’s hands are on either side of Steve’s face–the hold strong, but gentle. He doesn’t hold back in the kiss, it’s deep, passionate, but it only lasts a moment. Steve can still smell the alcohol on Bucky’s lips and he’s absolutely shocked. He feels heat rising in his neck and cheeks.

“Why?” Steve’s swears Bucky’s voice is lower than usual. “Because I’m in love with you, Punk.”

Steve swallows, those beautiful blue eyes staring directly into his, Bucky’s hands still on his face. “I’m in love with you too, Jerk.”

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