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vellicore · 5 months

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Every Breath You Take

Summary: Bucky can't help but spend his free time watching you. Pairing: 1940s Bucky x Fem!Reader Word Count: 400+ Warnings: Bucky being a creep, voyeurism, exhibitionism, stalking, obsession, both female and male masturbation, stripping, use of the pet name sugar A/N: Don't be rude and report my work. If you don't like smut then don't read it. Warnings are there for a reason, pay attention to them. Remember all my work is intended for adults which means 18+ only. Reblogs are always appreciated.

Bucky's favorite thing to do is watch you.

It initially started out innocently as he spots you sitting by the window sill reading your book. He couldn’t help but admire the way that the sunlight seemed to hit your face just right. The different expressions you made while reading different parts of the story. It almost felt like he was reading along with you. After that day, he couldn’t stop watching you, which meant it was only a matter of time before things turned sinful. He saw you come home, but today was different. His heart raced when he noticed you forgot to close your drapes. His eyes felt locked on the scene that unfolded before him. There you stood, slowly undressing. He watched as you slipped your dress off your body. His eyes watched as you slid your pantyhose off your legs. Everything you did felt as if it were just for him. The moment your bra came off, he swore he was going to cum on the spot. Never in his life had he seen such perfect breasts. You looked like you belonged in one of those dirty magazines. He didn’t give it a second thought when he whipped his hardened cock out and began stroking it. Images of what you’d like falling apart as he took you. Oh, how he wished he could experience having his face between your thighs. The more he watched you, the faster he stroked until he felt himself hit that peak. He swore at that moment that he’d never cum that hard. After that night, it seemed as if things were only just getting started. It felt like all his dreams came true the night he spotted you lying completely bare on your bed. But that wasn’t the best part. No, the best part was the fact that you were lying there touching yourself. He groaned to himself as he watched you twist and pull on your pebbled nipples. The way that your fingers seemed to sink perfectly into your tight cunt. He knew you had to be soaked judging by how easily you were fingering yourself. He could tell that you were moaning. Your head tilted back in complete and utter bliss. “That’s it, sugar. Take it. Take it like I know you can.” His mouth hung open in complete awe as he watched you inch closer and closer to release. Every inch of Bucky wanted you and was now more determined than ever to make that happen.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #1940s bucky #40s bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #40 Bucky Barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes

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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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— soft!clingy!bucky, my beloved

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest This fanart has haunted me since the first time I seen it and then I watched the Inglorious Bastards and here we are. There is nothing explicated stated but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to.

Footsteps and a knock at the door.

��Mademoiselle?” the quiet voice of a maid drifts from the cracks of the door, “Mademoiselle are you awake? You have invités.”

The code word is what rouses the girl from her fitful sleep. Sliding out of her warm bed, the girl grabs her robe and slips it on before opening her bedroom door for her maid.

“Merci, Josette. How many?” The hoarse voice tears its way from her throat as she steps aside for her maid to come in.

Josette shifts nervously on her feet but stays put before whispering, “One but Mademoiselle, he is… he is the one from the papers.”

The girl nods as she listens to the frightened words of her maid. “Take him to the kitchen and tell him that I will be down momentarily. Give him a glass and a pitcher of water but do not offer him anything else and leave immediately. Wake Monsieur Pierre and tell him that you need him to take you to get honey. Do you understand?”

Josette doesn’t do anything, she just stares at the girl that she’s worked for for the last two years in shock. She begins to tremble and she grips her by the shoulders.

“Tu comprends, Josette?”

She nods and scurries off down the hall, her blonde hair whipping behind her. The girl closes her door and begins to fix her appearance in her vanity mirror, rebraiding a braid she wore to sleep that night. She changes into her usual pair of cotton dungarees with a worn white blouse under and puts on the terribly knitted cardigan she made when Monsieur Pierre’s wife was first teaching her. Unable to find her boots, she slips on her oxfords and stalls at the door with her hand on the knob. She had hoped that it would’ve taken the bastard longer to find her but alas time is never going to be on her side.

She pulls the door open and walks to the kitchen. She’d come to love this chateau during her months here and would miss it when she undoubtedly would be forced to flee. Pierre’s hushed voice draws her attention behind her but she doesn’t turn around. He’s telling Josette to hurry up and it almost made her chuckle. He wasn’t fond of the young blonde and would lecture her regularly. It seemed as though nothing would ever change from the sound of his frustrated voice.

The flicking candle light in the kitchen is a warning, an omen really as she drew closer. She knows who was sitting in there, the man who had been haunting her dreams for years now.

“Monsieur,” she says in demure tone as she steps into the kitchen, “I apologize for my staff. She is a nervous girl. Would you like something to drink other than water? Coffee? Tea?”

“Fräulein,” the menacing voice that plagues her drawls, “you know that’s not how you should address me.”

The switch from French to German causes her to freeze internally but she doesn’t let it show. Instead she feigns nativity and she shakes her head at him, “I’m afraid I do not speak German, only French.”

He only stares at her. His sharp blue eyes are intense as they were before but the evidence of their time together is everlasting. A deep scar that stretches from his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye socket and a milky white eye in the middle of it.

Her lip curls up in a smirk when she turns her face and sits opposite of him. He’s dressed in the usual attire of a colonel: an immaculately kept black uniform with a long black overcoat.

“We both know that is a lie, Fräulein.”

She doesn’t respond.

His own smirk overcomes his painfully beautiful face, “Drop the act, y/n.

“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about. There is no act to be dropped and no y/n here.”

He leans back in his chair, causing the wood to creak and groan under his weight. He takes a drink of water while holding eye contact with her. Upon setting it down, the sound of gunfire rips through the air and she tenses while he watches for her reaction. When she doesn’t so much as flinch, he cocks his head at her and narrows his eyes. A car barrels down the gravel driveway and crashes into the ancient tree in the center.

“I would apologize for them but that would be a lie,” he tells her.

There’s a shift in the air and her demure french woman act is, in fact, dropped.

Her accented German cuts thick through the air, “What do you want?”

“You.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“No.”

“I will burn this shithole to the ground,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette tin and lights a cigarette. He offers one to her and she takes it, allowing him to light it.

“Is that meant to scare me into going with you? Come on, James, you have done worse than that and I suspect you will do far more.”

“Perhaps,” he agrees with a shrug of his shoulders. “But you will come with me, y/n. Tonight.”

“No,” she states again, blowing out her smoke and crossing her arms.

“Defiant as always I see,” he mutters under his breath as he too takes a drag of his cigarette.

There is a long silent pause as the two of them smoke and stare at each other. His beauty hasn’t waned over the years but it’s turned deadly. The scar she gave him when she escaped him that night adds to the murderous edge to his gaze. The uniform that he wears is foul and makes her sick to her stomach. He’d promised to leave, promised to get away before things got bad. He’d promised to come for her once it was safe and they could live the life they had dreamed of.

He’d broken all of those promises when he put on that uniform. All but one promise that is. He has come for her and he would be able to provide her with his sick verison of safety.

“One of us is going to die,” she says finally whilst tapping the ashes of her cigarette onto the floor. “That’s the only way this ends.”

“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”

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justarandomgirly · 11 months

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1943 Bucky Barnes was a caramel lollipop

#1940s bucky #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #young sebastian stan #sebastian stan

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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It’s me, I’m bitches

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buckyshairstylist · 2 years

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1940s Bucky my beloved 🥰

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky #captain america the first avenger #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #1940s bucky #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Carnival

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Pairing || 1940s!Boyfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || The travelling Carnival has arrived in town! You and Bucky are going on a double date with Steve and Peggy, but Bucky sneaks you away to fool around in The Hall of Mirrors.

Word Count || 2038

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut & Light Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, set in 1940, Bucky and Reader are both 23, Steve and Peggy are around that same age, explicit content/language, pet names (doll, darling), jump scare, semi-public, heavy petting (kissing, touching), teasing, fingering, orgasm, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || I was supposed to keep this short but I got a little carried away :) but I absolutely LOVE how this turned out! It’s one of my favs!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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For a week now, there's been brewing anticipation surrounding the travelling Carnival that was arriving in town. Everyone was talking about it, everyone was going to it, as were you. You had agreed with your boyfriend Bucky that you would go on a double date with his best friend Steve, and his girlfriend Peggy, who was also your best friend, to the Carnival once it arrived.

And that day was finally here!

You had your arm linked with Peggy as you walked through the arched welcome sign, giggling and talking about how excited you were to spend some time with your boyfriends. You were in awe at all the colourful and twinkling lights. All the attractions and food stands were so intriguing, and you wanted to explore them with your boyfriend and friends, but it looked like Bucky had some other plans to start with.

“Doll,” Bucky took your hand, pulling you away from Peggy and Steve, “I know where we can go!” He held a boyish and playful smile—he was up to something.

“Hey! I thought we were hanging out together!?” Steve yelled after you two.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Bucky yelled back.

“Have fun! Be safe!” Peggy shouted with a giggle.

“Bucky? Where are we going? We can’t just leave our friends.” He walked fast, pulling you with him to wherever he was going. You couldn't help but chuckle at Bucky’s absolute determination to have you all to himself for whatever mischievous reason.

“They’ll be fine, doll. I don’t think they would mind some time alone as well. Now come on! I know a perfect place for us to go.”

He stopped in front of something called, The Hall of Mirrors.

“Oh, what’s this?”

“A mirror maze! It’s supposed to be very fun… and a little spooooky.” Bucky tickled your sides, making you giggle, as he drew out the O’s.

“Oh, Bucky, I don’t know. I-I’m not sure I want to.” You looked down in hesitation as you kicked the dirt. You wanted to go, but it was embarrassing how easily scared you got at the minor things.

“Darling,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side, “it will be alright, I promise.” He gave you a gentle kiss for comfort and encouragement. You knew you would be alright with your sweet and caring boyfriend by your side.

The maze of mirrors was dimply lit, making it hard to find the way forward through it. The mirrors were creepy but intriguing—warping your face and body into twisted shapes. Because you were so attentive to them, you don't notice Bucky loosening his grip on you and heading deeper into the maze. Only when you turn to the side to comment on something do you realise he's left your side—leaving you all alone and vulnerable.

Now you're definitely horrified. The eerie atmosphere makes uncomfortable chills run down your spine, and goosebumps erupt on your skin. Your scared and imaginative mind makes up sounds and illusions, having you believe that there’s something terrifying inside the mirrors. You wrap your arms around yourself, hoping it will bring some comfort, but no. You need him to make you feel safer.

You want Bucky! Where is he? Why did he leave!?

“B-Bucky! Where are you?”

“Come find me, doll….” You heard from a distance, echoing in the network of mirrors. There was a sinister tone in his voice as he was toying with you, knowing how much of a scardey-cat you were. Although inherently sweet, he could be a menacing jerk at times—as he was right now. You walk carefully around each corner while calling out his full name.

“James Buchanan Barnes! Y-you better not scare me.”

“BOO!” He jumps out of nowhere, coming face to face with you as he screams. You shriek bloody murder as you wail your arms like a maniac, tears springing in your eyes at the crippling fear.

Bucky howls with laughter, clutching his chest as he almost falls to the floor at how good he got you. “Oh my god, doll! You should have seen your face. Oh, you got so scared, hahaha!”

You’re trembling as you cross your arms over your chest and present a sulky pout—not finding the situation slightly funny at all, but it looked like he was enjoying his little successful mischievous mission. “I-it was not funny,” you choke out, “you jerk!” You hit his shoulder and stomp your foot.

When his laughter died down, he could see how genuine scared and sad you got, making him feel bad. That’s not how he wanted this to go. He didn’t want to scare you to that extent. “O-oh, doll. I-I’m really sorry. I-I didn’t think it would impact you in such a strong way.” He inched closer to you as he spoke with sweetness and tenderness in his voice, feeling genuinely sorry for his behaviour.

“You’re such a jerk; you know that, Buck?”

“I know, doll,” he cradled your face lovingly while his thumb stroked your cheek, “can I make it up to you in any way?” He licked his lips as he ghosted his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down and separating it from the top. He wanted to make it up to you in the way he knew best, if you were up for it.

“Hmmm…” You wrapped your arms around his neck, locking him in place as his ones held your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes, your face inches from him as you grinned from ear to ear, knowing well what he was getting on about “... I supposed there is.”

He pushed you up against a mirror as his lips collided with yours, moving them with such eagerness, passion and sincerity as he poured into the kiss how sorry he was and how much he cared for you. He left you breathless in a matter of seconds, leaving such a powerful impact on you. You whimpered into the kiss as his cold hands went underneath your shirt, dancing his fingers on your skin, making you shudder, and your knees buckle at the combination of the kissing and touching.

“Did you bring me here so you could have me all to yourself?” You giggled and fisted your fingers in his soft hair.

“Mmm…” His lips ran along your jaw, making you moan at the teasing tingle. “... maybe I did. Maybe that was my plan all along. To get you in here so I could scare you and kiss it all better.”

He advanced the kisses to your tender and sensitive neck, caressing the skin with his lips before he kissed and licked your sweet spot, not missing a single area, making you freely release your sweet sound that edged him on to go even further.

He groaned as he found your lips again, kissing you with such hunger and need as his hand palmed your clothed breast, the other snaked underneath your long skirt to find your leg and wrapped it around him. He felt up your thigh, massaging and caressing the skin as he inches higher and higher, having a bold idea in mind for how to make you feel all better.

You pull away for a second, remembering where you were. “D-do you think it's safe to do this h-here?”

“Don’t worry, doll. No one is here. Now,” his fingers find your covered core, making you gasp as he teased you over the material before he pulled your panties to the side, “let me make it up to you. Let me make you feel good.” You made out again as he ran his fingers over your wetness, through your folds and circling your sensitive clit. His actions made you whimper against his mouth, and the anticipation of his fingers entering you made you melt into him even more.

Once he was done teasing, he pushed a finger inside your tightness, stretching you out. You gasp against his lips while your tongues caress as his digit finds its place deep inside you. A second finger accompanies the first one, having you cry at the stinging stretch of your walls.

“You wrap so perfectly around me, doll.”

“Oh, p-please, Bucky. M-more.”

He moves his digits in and out of your velvet walls, curving them upwards; the tips brush against your sweet spot, making you writhe against the mirror and your breathing hitch with each thrust of his heavenly fingers. He was so good, so attentive, with every expert move of him. He’d done this so many times before that he knew all the ins and outs of having you come on his fingers in record time. His thumb teased your clit, lightly touching it as he hovered over the sensitive nerve. He waited until you pleaded more.

“P-please, I want to come,” you mewl against his lips as you buck into his hand, wanting and needing more—craving that sweet and euphoric release.

He pressed hard on your precious pearl, circling it in earth-shattering movements that had you whimper and moan against his lips. The combination of the kissing and his hand working magic had you almost collapse to the floor, but he held you up with his other arm while you clung to his neck with all your strength. The tingling pleasure bubbled up inside you. You were so close, almost there, and with Bucky’s affirmation, you finally came hard on his fingers.

“Let go for me, darling.”

His mouth on yours drowned out the cries of pleasure as your tight walls clenched around his fingers like a heartbeat. You rock into his movements, savouring every sensation and memory of his delightful digits igniting an earth-shattering orgasm in you like only he knew best. He doesn’t stop until he’s drawn out every last bit of pleasure in you.

“Good girl. Just like that.”

He pulls out his fingers covered in your arousal, making you whine at the loss as he brings them to his mouth—sucking them clean while moaning at your sweet taste.

“Did that make you feel better, doll?” He asks against your lips, brushing them with his own, making you part yours at his teasing gesture.

You nod while chewing on your swollen bottom lip. “I-I want more.” You arch into him—your core aching for the feeling of fullness again. “Hmm…” he hums against your neck while laying light kisses on your skin, teasing you, wanting to build you up once more before giving you what you want, “… greedy girl you are.”

Just as he's about to pick up the pace, you hear a group of people entering the maze, making their way through it. You both curse as you scramble to make yourselves presentable before getting the hell out of there.

“Crap! Come on, doll.” He takes your hand as he leads you through the maze, both of you giggling at your naughty antics in The Hall of Mirrors.

When you come out the other end, you almost burst out laughing as you cling to your lover while he kisses your head.

“God, we’re so bad, Bucky.”

“So bad,” he confirms as he grins big.

Just then, you see Steve and Peggy about to head inside as well.

“Well, you two look in great spirits,” Steve says.

“Yeah,” you giggle while looking up at Bucky, trying to contain his smile, “it’s amazing in there.” You both chuckle at your little naughty inside joke, making the two other love birds look at you with raised and intriguing eyebrows.

“Have fun in there,” you tell Peggy and wink as you and Bucky walk away to get up to some more adventures.

“So,” Bucky drapes his arm around your shoulder as a playful smirk is plastered on his pretty face, “anything else I can do to please my girl?”

“Hmm…” You tap your finger on your chin, thinking for a second. “Oh! Win me a stuffie, please?” You pout as you bat your eyelashes at him, peering up with big doe eyes. You knew Bucky could never resist your pure and innocent face.

“Request accepted! Come!” He took your hand and pulled you to the nearest game he could find, so willing and eager to win a prize for his best girl.

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siancore · 2 months

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Synopsis: It was a bad idea. Sam knew as much. His mission directive was clear: Travel back in time, go to the Stark Expo, and retrieve the stolen Wakandan artefact as a promise of goodwill and a way to make amends with a valued ally. He had finished the first half of his mission and secured the artefact, but he had not activated the Temporal Shift Device to return him to his own time. Curiosity had gotten the better of Sam. Curiosity and a yearning deep inside.He knew that there was a chance that he would see this other Bucky. He knew that if he set the Device to pick-up Bucky’s corporeal frequency, he would find him in the sea of people. The fact of the matter was, Sam missed Bucky. He missed his Bucky.

Content: Thunderbolts Era SamBucky; Possibly Unrequited Love; Vintage Queer Slang; Impulsive Sam Wilson; Charming Bucky Barnes; Angst & Feels; Mission Fic; Dreams & Nightmares; Lovesickness; Messing with the Timeline; Epistolary.

Part 1: You're gonna haunt my dreams

Part 2: Why can’t this world be a better place?

Part 3: Never thought I'd get this lucky

Part 4: Wipe him

Part 5: He is no one of importance

Part 6: Why do I keep dreaming of you?

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky time travel au #thunderbolts era sambucky #1940s bucky

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iateall-yourcookies · 9 months

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Timeless is so Bucky coded

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #taylor swift #steve rogers #marvel #bucky x y/n #timeless #bucky fluff #bucky angst #1940s bucky

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maxburnett · 2 years

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#1940s bucky #bucky barnes #beefy!bucky #beefy bucky #nic.txt

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cupidssorbett · 10 months

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"You have caught my heart."

1940s bucky x reader.

Summary: Reader manages to capture Sergeant Barnes heart, how thrilling

Includes: Just overall sweet little fluff piece little bit of bucky being bucky.

Please read: This was based off a suggestion from a friend who was messing around with an AI 1940s bucky and it went from there, somethings may look off because it wasnt proofread and we both worked on it off and on! If you want to swap words out like the (name) use or she/her use paste my story into google docs use crtl f and swap them! as long as you enjoy it i am happy!

Made by cupid.

Sergeant Barnes woke bright and early as to wake himself up then the Soldiers, he was eager with a mischievous grin on his face as he called for them all to rise and shine.

The men rose from their beds with groans and grumbles until they noticed the other soldiers outside gathering closer to front of the camp.

What was enticing them was the daughters of sergeant major who happened to be at that very camp, all lovely women really, his youngest was finally allowed to go with the girls to bring their fathers gifts, most of them really actually went to giggle and gawk at the military men.

The youngest, just shy above 19 or 20, had (color) hair that sat neatly in place, long lashes with lovely (color) eyes, and softish colored red lips. She dawned a sweet summer dress in a pale (color) shade with a white satin wrap around the middle to match the white bow at the back of her hair that held some of it from her face, some darling white kitten heels, and soft wrist length white gloves.

Her neck was decorated with pearls as well as her ears and she held a lacey parasol in her hands. Most the girls had those luxury items as well, all giggling as men walked over to talk to them but she was more than curious about the camp in general. The Sergeant Major wife was with the girls telling them to stop giggling and gawking.

Sgt. Barnes couldn't help but notice the commotion outside. His curiosity piqued, he made his way towards the gathering of soldiers and the group of girls. He stood at attention, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he observed the scene.

As he scanned the area, his eyes landed on the youngest girl - the one with the (color) hair and enchanting (color) eyes. Something about her intrigued him, and he leaned casually against a nearby tree, keeping his gaze fixed on her.

Bucky watched as the men attempted to strike up conversations with the girls, witnessing both their nervousness and their excitement. He decided to liven things up a bit, walking over to where the young woman stood, twirling a cigarette between his fingers.

"Well, look at you, darlin'. You must be the belle of the ball," he said with a teasing smirk, his voice carrying a hint of a Southern drawl. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

The sisters giggled as she was approached by the Sergeant, most of them knowing him by name for many reasons. The (color) haired girl looked at him with curious eyes, giving him a kind smile.

“(Name).” She said with confidence to it and touch of sweetness, having more a mid-trans Atlantic accent, one that was soft and gentle to the ears as she adjusted her hold on the parasol.

Their mother in turn while she talked to the Sergeant was telling the girls to behave while she was escorted to find their father, the girls just giggled and batted their eyelashes at the men proposing the gifts they brought to liven their spirits.

Bucky grinned back at her, captivated by her confident yet humble demeanor. He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with playful curiosity.

"(Name)," he repeated her name, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Well, (Name), it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Bucky... Sergeant Barnes at your service."

He tipped an imaginary hat towards her, mischief in his eyes. "Are you here to admire us strapping soldiers, or is there something else that caught your fancy, Miss (Name)?" He said with a tease to his voice as he eyed her slightly.

“I am here with my sisters to visit our father, they always bring other gifts for the- oh!” She was interrupted by her sisters cutting in to give the sergeant many gifts, causing (name) herself to giggle as the display excitement her sisters exuded at the chance to give something to him.

Bucky chuckled, enjoying the lively energy of she and her sisters. He graciously accepted the gifts, pretending to be overwhelmed by their generosity.

"Well, well, I must say, your sisters sure do know how to spoil a soldier," he said with a mischievous grin. "You must be the brains of the operation, (Name). Keepin' them in line, I presume?"

He scanned the area, noticing the other soldiers enjoying the attention from the girls. Bucky leaned in closer to her, his voice turning a bit playful and flirtatious.

"So, darlin', they say a soldier's heart is easily captured. You think you have what it takes to win over a battle-hardened man like me?"

She gave him a coy smile looking at him as he said so, closing her long lashes with a hum. “They also say it takes a lot to capture the heart of up-town girl, do you have what it takes?” She said with a hum again as she opened her eyes to look at him with those enchanting eyes that captivated him to begin with

The sisters were all giggly and bubbly, leaving the gifts and going to talk with the soldiers about the camp, all in different summer dresses and jewels.

Bucky's eyes sparkled with delight as he matched her coy smile. He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.

"Well, now, Miss (Name), I've never been one to back down from a challenge," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm known for being quite the charmer, you see."

He glanced over at her giggling sisters, then back at her with a mischievous grin.

"But I must admit, I've never tried to capture the heart of an uptown girl before," he continued, his voice filled with playful intrigue. "It seems like quite the adventure, and I'm not one to shy away from a little excitement."

Bucky placed a hand on his chest, feigning innocence.

"Tell me, (Name), what's the first step to winning over the heart of a lady like you?"

She smiled at him, her soft lips in a tricky little smile, wanting spur him on, “I can’t tell you how, that’s part of the fun.” She hummed as she saw her mother coming back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me sergeant Barnes, I’m off to see my father.” She said his full title instead of his nickname like her sisters would she knew what he was about and she wasn't going to give in so easily, she walked off to her mother with a sort of confident air about her.

Bucky watched as she walked away, her tricky smile lingering in his mind. He couldn't help but follow her every step with his gaze, his brows furrowed in curiosity.

As she rejoined her mother, Bucky straightened up, a slight frown of disappointment playing on his features. He realized he had let his playful banter with her distract him from his duties as a sergeant.

"Right, back to business," he muttered to himself, shaking off the lingering thoughts of (name)'s enchanting presence. He turned his attention back to the soldiers, managing to regain his authoritative demeanor.

But deep down, Bucky couldn't help but wonder what sort of adventure awaited him in the pursuit of capturing the heart of the captivating (Name).

The sisters all reluctantly went to do what they came here to do in the first place leaving the men to whatever training they’d be subjected to.

If was a quick visit as their father would be leading today, and as soon as they were there they were gone. Before (Name) left she put a small bouquet of white daises by the barracks of Sergeant Barnes, a little note of a heart on the ribbon the held it together. Leaving with her sisters as they teased her about her little gesture.

Bucky, engrossed in his duties, didn't notice the small bouquet of white daisies and the note that she had left by his barracks. He was too focused on training the men and ensuring that everything was in order.

It wasn't until later, as he finished up for the day and was about to retire to his bunk, that he noticed the little arrangement of flowers. Curiosity piqued, he picked up the bouquet and saw the note with the heart.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized who had left it. As he held the flowers close to his chest, he couldn't help but wonder about the adventure that she had hinted at earlier.

"Looks like this uptown girl has got me intrigued," he murmured to himself, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He gently placed the bouquet on his bunk, promising himself to find a way to pursue this newfound connection with (Name).

Antoinette sat in the lavish frilly room she shared with one or two of her sisters, sitting by the window seat, a diary in her hands as she wrote in it about what she got to do today.

Until she heard a small pebble thump against the delicate window panes, one of the soldiers who was a close friend to the family had given Bucky a tip off to where they were staying for the summer if he was really interested in the up town girl.

She shut the diary gently putting it aside on the vanity, she now dawned a (color) night gown that was soft like satin, her eyes held curiosity as to whom would be there one of the suitors her sisters pursued, with a slight push she opened the window looking down to find the sergeant.

Bucky, having received the tip-off from the soldier, made his way through the moonlit night towards the grand summer house where (Name) and her sisters were staying. He moved with careful steps, not wanting to disturb anyone as he approached the house.

As he neared the designated window, he caught sight of her figure at the window seat. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, her nightgown accentuating her ethereal beauty.

With a soft smile, he picked up another pebble and gently tossed it towards the window. He held his breath, waiting for her to notice and open the window.

(Name), hearing the gentle thump against the window pane, turned her head towards the sound. Her eyes widened with surprise and delight as she saw Bucky standing below, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. She didn't waste a moment and opened the window, leaning out slightly.

"Well, well, Sergeant Barnes, what brings you here this late at night?" she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of playful curiosity and slight teasing as she looked at him.

She leaned over the white framed window with a smile on her lips, “I didn’t think you were this determined about me.” She said with a slight playful tease in her voice.

Bucky grinned up at her, his blue eyes bright with amusement. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as he stood beneath her window, the moonlight casting a soft glow over both of them.

"Determined might be an understatement, darlin'," he replied, his voice filled with a playful charm. "When an uptown girl captures the attention of a soldier like me, well, it's hard to resist the allure."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver necklace with an ornate heart pendant. It sparkled in the moonlight, a symbol of his growing affection for her.

"I brought you a little somethin', a token of my appreciation for the adventure you've set me on," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Would you do me the honor of accepting this gift?"

She gasped slightly at the gift her eyes sparkling, “Oh sergeant Barnes, it is beautiful.” Her voice was soft as she said that looking at him then the necklace, her eyes filled with joy and excitement when she looked at him.

“I’ll have to hurry down to accept it without my sisters deciding to come down and fawn over you as well,” She gently shut the window, and hurried down the dark wooden stairs, past her sisters and mother in the kitchen and open the French doors that led to the back garden, a smile on her face as she saw him.

Bucky's heart raced with anticipation as he watched Antoinette make her way down the stairs. He grinned, unable to contain his excitement as she hurried towards him. The moonlight embraced her as she stepped out into the garden, her smile enchanting him.

Bucky held out the necklace towards her, the pendant glimmering between his fingers. He took a step closer, his voice laced with sincerity.

"(Name), you truly are a vision," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers. "I am drawn to your beauty, your charm, and your captivating spirit. I hope this necklace serves as a reminder of the adventure we're embarking on together."

With a tender touch, he fastened the necklace around her neck, the cool silver against her warm skin. He couldn't help but admire how the pendant rested against her collarbone, highlighting her delicate features.

"There," he said softly, his fingers lingering for a moment longer before he withdrew his touch. "A piece of my heart, given to you."

Her hand gently graced the silver necklace and the heart pendant looking up at bucky with a sweet soft look in her eyes, filled with admiration and joy. “Oh bucky,” she said his nickname this time no sergeant Barnes or nothing, just a sweet simple ‘Bucky’. “Your are too kind,” she said softly as she looked at him.

Bucky couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she looked up at him with that soft, elated expression. Her use of his nickname sent a wave of warmth through him, melting away any doubts or reservations he may have had. He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender and filled with affection.

"(Name)," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't help but be awestruck when I found myself captivated by someone as special as you."

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— 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: {based on request} -> “DANCING WITH BUCKY IN THE KITCHEN BEFORE HE GETS DEPLOYED. babe I’m in the trenches rn”; a/n: honey, me too <3 song choice: “we’ll meet again” — vera lynn; cw: implied death risk for your husband, angst, general theme of wartime suffering; pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader

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With your head to his chest like this, you could quite clearly feel each strong beat of his heart. Even down through the stiff starch of his army fatigues, you could feel it — coming up to your ear.

His heartbeat was the safest rhythm you knew and yet you couldn’t help but wonder when you would next hear it; wondered if, in days or weeks from now, it would be stopped by artillery shells.

You tried, dear god you tried, to shut those thoughts out but they stayed — it was an effort to focus on your joint, soft swaying movements, and allow the dance to overtake despair.

There could only now be the boy in your arms and the tears that you hoped he didn’t see, even as they bled out into the darkening green fabric, where they slipped down from your cheeks and onto him.

But of course he saw.

“I’m gonna be coming home just as soon as I can, doll.” He spoke in a whisper, one hand at your waist and the other in yours cradled close to his chest. “It won’t be long and then we’re gonna have so much time, I promise.”

So much time. Enough to walk through life together, still; to start your own family as you’d both always dreamed, with beautiful children, a daughter or son —

That is, if he lived through this war. If your Bucky ever came home.

Just like that, fresh terror took your words before you spoke them, and you could only hold him tighter, clutch your fingers tighter to the curve of his arm. You didn’t know how to voice this, didn’t want to put him in this position — such was the nature of a war draft that he didn’t have a choice, and you both knew that he wished not to go.

After all, how could he willingly leave his wife, his girl, with gladness?

“I know,” was all you could say — all that you could think to say beyond the music and surrounding quiet.

For the music still played on unknowing, coming softly from the little brown radio on the counter. Your shared home was modest, a small place in the city, and this kitchen where you danced was where you had done so many times.

Done it just simply because you loved him and he loved you, too — just to be in his arms and have you in his on a date night, or any ordinary Tuesday.

And if now your dances were numbered there was no song on earth that could ever mean more.

Indeed, you suspected that it truly was the most poignant song of the time you were in, one that all of your country, your great generation, all couples divided by war did share in.

And yet still, the only person who mattered to your heart in this moment was your husband. Your very best friend.

Bucky felt the change — the shift — in you holding tighter to him, and pulled you in closer, closer still, with the hand from your waist moving to the small of your back. Turning his cheek just so, he pressed his lips to the crown of your hair, and you didn’t miss his subtle inhalation of your scent.

Now was perhaps the only time he’d ever have left to memorise you — and though he knew your face more thoroughly than he even did his own, he couldn’t help but look and look and look.

And so you did, for him.

For once he’d breathed you in enough to keep his fear at a temporary bay, he raised his head from your hair and you were left cold in that absence of warmth.

So gently, he instead took your chin between his thumb and index finger.

Now that you could look in his eyes, then, you saw that he too was crying right with you; the smooth skin around them was upset and red, his expression so tender it wrenched at your chest.

You couldn’t help it, you just couldn’t bear to see that pain in the face you so loved, and so you closed your worn eyes against it, against the truth of what you both knew was coming by morning.

God, this war would tear you apart and all you could do was watch.

By now, you both had stopped swaying, though the music played on, faint and warbled from the radio. And as you stood there you kept your hands braced at his shoulders, and he cradled your face in his hands.

No longer did he hold any hand to his chest — even that was now not close enough. He did just all he could think to do then, all he ever even wanted to do.

And gently, oh so gently, Bucky pressed little kisses to each part of your face, one to each of your eyelids, the tip of your nose; one more each to both of your temples.

Everywhere you felt him was a place that warmth then bloomed, up to your forehead, and down to the curve of your jaw —

To the corner of your mouth, and then lips.

And all the while those silent tears still slipped fast from your closed eyes, each touch of his skin against yours going straight to your bones, and settling there.

You could not meet his eyes.

Never in your life had you loved anything so much as you loved him, and holding him now was your only sure tether to life.

He was your husband, your James.

“Look at me, doll. ‘Cmon,” he urged you so softly that you almost didn’t hear it. So softly that you almost missed it beneath the closing notes of Vera Lynn’s voice.

You did as he pleaded and opened your eyes to regret and barely checked agony. The look in them, mirroring his, sliced clean through skin and bone to Bucky’s heart, and he said nothing and just waited for your brewing words to come.

When they did, they almost brought him to his knees at your stocking-clad feet.

“I can’t learn to live without you, James. I simply will not do it.” That last part, you said with conviction.

Or whatever of it you could muster with that shake in your voice.

Now it was Bucky’s turn to only say a broken, “I know”; any resolve he’d mustered for your sake had frayed with the devastated look on your face.

It was 1943, and still the height of World War Two. You both were by now twenty six, but still felt like the kids you’d been.

In the quiet there was just his forehead steady against your own, those hands still cradling your face as though parted around you, for you, in worship.

There was nothing in the room, in the whole damn city but for you two — but for the end of the song and the end of this night —

And his kiss and his kiss and his kiss.

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest Warnings: Nothing is explicit, but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to. Mentions of being stabbed/stabbing someone. part one - untitled

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A sharp pain struck his chest from deep within. Perhaps this pain was in his heart but that would require such an organ to still be beating there and the shriveled piece of flesh in its place had died long ago.

One hand reached for the stability of a wall while the other clasped his face in agony. Desperate for some form of relief, he clutched at the bleeding wound but he knew that it was in vain. Instead he ignored it, working through it, using it to fuel strength that would provide him with a way out of this mess. But nothing seemed to work. For a moment he thought about everything he might lose if he gave in to the pain and everything that would come of it. The war had already started and the nation he worked for was quickly advancing, their plan moving faster than the leadership was prepared for but greed powered them. A greed that was as old as time itself; the desire to dominate and obtain power. He never believed in any of it. He had an understanding of how the world worked and knew that his survival in this dog eat dog world depended on his ability to blend in. Their symbols meant nothing to him. Their ideology was not his driving force and if anyone dared to slander him with their name, he would calmly remind them that only the uneducated and ignorant fall prey to the pretty words of the powerful.

Just because he wore the uniform did not mean he, himself, was one of them nor did he believe in their ideology.

However it seemed as though he was the only one that shared that sentiment and the evidence was in the way pain laced through his face and blood poured down his hand. He had tried to explain to her, his sweet Fräulein, that he was only breaking his promise to protect her and himself. It was a matter of safety and concern that he went back on the one thing that he had, his word. She had not seen it that way and was sooner to slit his throat if he tried to speak again.

She had stumbled into the wall across from him and was failing at keeping herself upright as she stared at him. Hot tears filled her eyes as she held that dagger in front of her and stared at him. Hatred, fear, judgment, and most importantly dying love swimmed in her eyes. The last emotion hurt him more than the blade that sliced his face and eye.

“Fräulein,” he muttered as he too struggled to keep from falling, “let’s talk.”

“Talk?” she spat at him, “You want to talk?”

“Please.” It was unlike him to beg or plead or even ask but for her he would.

“No.”

“Fräulein.”

She pushed up against the wall with her free hand and slowly inched her way to the door that led to her freedom. She watched him with an unwavering gaze as she slipped further and further from his grasp.

“No, I do not want to talk to you. I do not want anything from you ever again, James.”

She was only feet from the door when he spoke, “Don’t go. I can keep you safe. I can care for you now.”

“I will kill you if I ever see you again,” she whispered as she dropped the pathetic shard of glass she’d used as a dagger and ran.

He let out a pained yell and called out her name but she was gone.

“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”

Her nose twitches at the underlying message behind his words. Of course he would threaten to kidnap her. She wasn’t surprised, more disappointed that he had fallen so far into the clutches of their enemy.

“And what exactly is this other way?”

James thought for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette and let the smoke sit in his mouth. He let it slowly flow between parted lips before he inhaled it again through his nose and blew it back out. The silence felt like an answer to her question but she was a naturally curious person and would demand words instead of his chosen quiet.

“I should be thanking you.” he says as he snuffs out his finished cigarette, “Your lovely parting gift has worked in my favor.” She raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

“The new recruits seem to think I earned it during a fight with our enemy.”

Our.

She rolls her eyes at him and pulls her cardigan around her tighter as the early morning breeze sweeps in. With it are ashes and the smell of fire, no doubt coming from the fire outside.

“Although I wouldn’t call you an enemy. An annoyance, a thorn in my side, maybe but never my enemy.”

The confidence in his voice is astounding and it gets worse the more he speaks, “The other way isn’t favorable but you know better than anyone that I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.”

“And that is why you don the uniform of a Hydra officer? A pathetic Nazi swine nonetheless?”

His jaw tightens and his fingers that rest on the table beside him tense. The chair groans once more as he stands and circles the table to stand next to her. They hold each other’s stare as he pushes her chair back and forces her to make room for him to kneel in front of her. He peels the glove from his left hand where a thin silver band rests on his ring finger; a twin to the one that she wears on chain around her neck. He takes her left hand in his and rubs his thumb over her ring’s indentation has long faded.

She wants to tear her hand away and slap him but she can’t. She’d lost her husband that night two years ago and in his place is a monster that wears his face and uses his voice to seduce her. What a sweet death it would be to allow herself to fall into his arms and let him make good on his promises. Instead her vision becomes blurry as tears fill her eyes. Agonizing pain radiates from her side and threatens to crush her insides from within. Her mind races, half panicked, half confused, as she stares at James in disbelief. There must be an answer to this pain and she looks down to see find a knife sticking out from her side. An endless sleep begs for her to close her eyes. Her head feels light, everything around her starting to spin and a feeling of nauseousness keeps up slowly as she weakly shoves at him. He grabs the back of her head and shushes her while pulling her into him. Tears pour from her eyes and her hands become wet with blood, trembling and her teeth are gritted.

“I am sorry, my sweet Fräulein. A world without either of us is not worth living in so you’ll have to forgive me for ensuring that we will not be apart.”

Such pretty words from such a powerful man.

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art for @holistic-alcoholic‘s fic “Will My Angel Come Back to Me?” (Here on AO3) “ They met two times. For the first one, Bucky was drunk and as happy as he could be, on leave, clean and not hurting for the first time in months. That night his life changed; that night he met his angel. A beautiful man, loud and laughing, as if he came from another world, the world without the war, kissed him in a dark alley, like he was a dame, like they were allowed to, like they were in love; Bucky can’t forget that kiss, not even seven decades since, never will. “ Vampires Tony and Bucky! Long lost love! Watch these two old men fall in love ;)

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Seized- Part 1

A/N: I... am not gonna lie. I struggled a bit to set this one up. probably because now I’m working 10 hour days and am brain dead after work, but I want to thank @simpxinnie for the series request and I hope to do it well for you!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Words: 1285

Summary: Its the 1940s and Bucky’s infantry gets some surprise members, one of which he seems absolutely taken with

Part 1 | Part 2 |

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“Alright boys, apparently because the other infantries have been getting their asses absolutely handed to them lately, headquarters has a bit of a surprise for us…” Bucky’s commander yelled as he walked the line of soldiers in front of him. Mumbles of curiosity came from all around as his fellow soldiers made guesses of what it might be, but none of them could have guessed what came next.

“Alright, bring ‘em on in!” The commander yelled, waving his hand as a small infantry of women marched out to stand before them, led by their own commander with patches and medals to rival them all. Your infantry was not large by any means, but at this point in the war the more hands they could bring in the better.

Lately, the men in 107th had been growing stagnant in their position, unable to gain any ground, but not losing any either. Bucky could see that his soldiers and friends were starting to lose hope of ever doing more, but with any luck, this will shake things up enough to get them back on their toes.

The rumbling chatter came from the lines of men behind him, some less excited than others, but no one dared speak up in the other group's presence.

Bucky’s eyes scanned the various forms and faces of your visiting troop, stone-like expressions unwavering as their commander spoke up. “Alright, ladies. Put your things in your new barracks and take the afternoon to familiarize yourself with the base. Training will continue tomorrow morning at 0700. Now fall out!” She yelled with a robust tone, waving her hand in dismissal.

But Bucky couldn’t take in any of her words as you in particular caught his attention. He’s not sure why it was you that snagged his gaze; perhaps it was the softness evident in you despite your stoic eyes. Or maybe it was that you still looked like you could kick his ass either way.

Your skin shuddered just a bit as if you were being watched, but how could you not be? The eyes of men waved all over you and your sisters in arms, many wary, a few perverted, and one- oh.

And one pair of bright blue eyes that seemed to jump out from the rest. Their gaze not wary, nor perverted, but maybe… curious? You shot a knowing look his way as your eyes locked and, your lips quirked up in a small smile.

The ranks broke as both your commanders dismissed you and a mass of bodies going in all different directions filled the common space between. People bumped into Bucky here and there and in all the commotion he must’ve lost your face in the crowd. “Damn it...” he muttered under his breath, looking around in one last ditch effort, but you were long gone.

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You hummed softly as you wandered the base. You had hoped to familiarize yourself with your new home, but you were far too distracted to take anything in. The trees that rustled leaves above you, even the passing of strangers didn't seem to register to your brain. Your mind was still clouded by those darling blues you had caught starting just an hour ago. Who did those curious eyes belong to? and did their smile shine just as bright?

You were so caught up in your questions and thoughts that you barely realized you had run right into those very same eyes. “Oh! My apologies, I guess I’ve been a little….” your words trailed off as you took him in up close now. Dimpled chin with the hint of stubble beginning to make itself known, ruffled hair that your fingers just ached to run through, and… and far sweeter eyes than you had caught earlier.

“It’s you…” you remarked with an odd sense of both surprise and knowing..

“It’s me?” his laughter rumbled quietly out of his chest, a small smile playing on his lips.

Your lips couldn’t help but reflect that same easy smile, moving as if they had a mind of their own. “Yeah, you who I caught staring at me earlier,” you said, arms crossing over your chest.

An almost bashful look crossed over Bucky’s face as you called him out, your playful tone turning into a teasing one.

You held your hand out as you introduced yourself, “I’m a Corporal.” you added.

Bucky’s grip was firm as he shook your hand, giving an extra flirting squeeze as he began to pull back. “Sergent Barnes… but you can call me Bucky,” his handsome smile and tone, while charming, definitely felt practiced.

“You warm up this fast to all your fellow soldiers, Sergent?” you asked, you raised your eyebrow at him as you made a point to use his title.

“Nah, just the special ones,” he grinned as he spoke. Truthfully, he didn’t even mean to pull out his ‘pick-up moves’ on you, it just seemed to come naturally as he found himself wanting to get closer and closer to you.

“Ah… well this special one is bound to be gone soon, so you may want to save your lines for someone else, Barnes.” Your smile was modest as you you continued your walk, glancing back for just a moment to see him turn to quickly fall into step beside you.

“.... What do you mean you’ll be gone soon?”

Your shoulders bumped into his as you walked side by side down the thin path, “Our commander says that as soon as we’ve helped you guys push the line far enough that we’re off to the next infantry to do the same thing…” you said with a short shrug, but he could see heavier things bouncing around your head for just a moment. And for some reason, something changed just a bit inside Bucky when he heard that, and at once his lines all dropped away.

“Well… do you want me to show you around? I can show you the best spots for hiding from your commander.”

A softer smile graced your lips now as his voice became more humbled and sincere, “I would like that,” you nodded.

You bumped his shoulder once more, intentional this time, and he began to lead you around. Your strides moved in time as he pointed out his favorite hiding spots, but you could barely focus next to him. Your eyes followed his arm as he pointed to another building that looked just the same as the last twelve- but your gaze quickly kept gravitating back to the slope of that jaw and the light-hearted ease of that smile.

His eyes just caught you at the edge of his vision, his toothy smile widening in a way he could never hope to hide from you. You two stole glances at each other throughout the rest of the tour, seemingly besotted with the idea of each other, just like schoolchildren.

Ding Ding Ding

The dinner bell began to ring.

“Dinner already? But we only just arrived,” you said to yourself, checking your watch, only to see that you’d been walking together for hours already. “Oh, shit…”

A snort of laughter came from your newfound companion and Bucky waved you along, “come on… we can keep talking on the way to the mess hall,” He offered as he held out his arm to you, A simple but gentlemanly gesture that left your heart fluttering for a beat.

Without hesitation, your hand wrapped around his arm, your thumb brushing over the soft fabric of his uniform. His grin was bright like the sun as he felt you accept his offer but quickly worked to tamp it down before he let on too much. And like that, hand in arm, you followed his steps side by side to the mess hall.

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