This morning's headcanon:
Bucky Barnes was a "gifted child" with maths/science/English back in the 20s/30s as he went through school. Creating high expectations for him at every turn, perfect grades and all, which formed into a want for praise and reassurement as his own expectations grew for himself- never feeling like he was reaching any expectation. This desire for praise as a result of an expectation met only helped him in the army because following the rules gets you a raise in rank or an eye on you from the higher officers, appreciating him.
After he fell, the "praise" the soldier got was always a completed mission or being told he was "shaping the century" as said in what sounded to be positive tone. This "praise" was reinforced essentially because it wasn't punishment.
So by the time he gets back to Steve and is deprogramming he's got the worst case possible of I was a gifted child and now am a burnt out adult with no motivation and no understanding of why everything I do is bad and wrong. And it forces him into an ongoing battle of dropping the expectations and comparison he sees between himself and Steve (along with everyone else too but... Steve is really the only person who matters to him) because Steve is so good and he doesn't even have to try.
Cue mass amounts of guilt from Bucky because he's jealous of Steve but he doesn't want to be and when he confesses this to Steve... Steve looks at him like he's all that matters. Like he's more than enough. Telling him that he doesn't expect anything from him.
Which is such a relief to just be allowed to be that he starts to cry, shaking with it.
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Damn Permanent Reverie
Description: Bucky wants to take his relationship with his girlfriend to the next level. And that means ending his three year long no strings attached relationship with you. Which sucks for you because you might just fucking love him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warning: Angst - Cheating-
Word Count: 1k+
Note: Please give it a read! I spent so long on this! Promise it's worth the read!! Reblogs are much appreciated! :)
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A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
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In a full room, she was the only one he was smiling at. 'So would he let you know he was thinking less of you?' You knew he was dreaming of her when he was tucked behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
"I use to dream you would talk to me," You whispered, playing with the tips of his fingers, "how silly does that sound."
"It's not silly doll." His warm breath tickled at the side of your neck.
You sighed; something about that night felt differently. You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him. And you knew why. You could see this moment coming for weeks now. But you would enjoy the time you had with him before it came to an end.
Turning to face Bucky, you cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, "what happened to us?"
"We've changed. We're different people than we were three years ago," He closes his eyes, "but you still mean so much to me y/n. You still remind me of summertime, of home, and I still mean that."
You both were open and vulnerable. It was wonderful. "She's beautiful." You look up to see his reaction.
"Yeah, I'm going to ask her to marry me." He says softly.
You looked away, blinking back the stinging tears. This was your fault. You were never really together, and it was always no strings attached. It was easier that way. So you thought. But you wanted so badly to beg him to stay. Beg him not to go back to her. Show him you could be the woman he needed. But you knew you couldn't do that. You had dug the fate of your relationship with Bucky long ago.
"Doll please don't cry." He whispers gently places his index finger under your chin, lifting it to look at him.
You cover your face with your hand, turning away from him. "I'm sorry." Your voice cracked—your lip trembles. You struggle holding in the sobs that tighten your chest.
"Please don't apologize." He pulls you in, embracing you. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you enough how sorry I am."
Coming to terms with his decision was like him dropping you straight to hell, the seventh circle. But here, in this room with him, felt like home. And it was so sweet. This love was like a cavity slowly rotting.
You wanted to shout at him, 'You lied. You lied and you lied and you lied and I, the fucking idiot that I am believed you.' But he never lied to you. No, you lied to yourself. Damn this reverie.
These terms were ones that YOU made. Not Bucky. He wasn't the one that blurred the lines; no, you were the one that slowly crossed those lines long ago.
"I should've told you back then how much I loved you. I was afraid." Your voice is trailing off. "Would it have changed anything if I did?" You questioned, searching his features for answers.
"I don't know... Maybe if you told me you loved me a year ago I would've dropped everything for you," He leans in, placing his forehead against yours, "I had wanted you for so long. But you couldn't tell me enough that you loved me."
"I didn't know what I wanted back then." You murmured, closing your eyes, "Please don't leave me." Biting your bottom lip, hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope your tears would stop.
"Damn it... I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.." He chuckles bitterly, "Now look at us. Fucking broken."
You laugh through your tears, "I remember walking in on you. You were so damn cute stuttering over your words." You peck the stubble of his jaw lovingly, "And that blush had me swooning."
"Yeah imagine the woman of your dreams at the time walking in on you talking to your reflection. Pretty embarrassing."
"We were always going to say goodbye, weren't we?"
He nods his head, "I think so."
"I love you."
"I know." He gingerly put his hand under your chin and rubbed his thumb over your lips. He pulls your chin towards him, and he gently sets his lips against yours. This wasn't the first time you had kissed him. But this kiss held a different meaning. It contained an unspoken message that only the two of you knew. Words that were left unspoken. You could taste the saltiness from the tears that slipped down your cheeks on your lips.
This moment. This kiss. Him. How do you say goodbye when all you want is him? You knew you wanted so much more of him. You wanted all of him. You wanted to feel the beauty of being loved by him. You wanted it with every fiber in your being. You want all of it.
He slowly pulls away, resting his forehead gently against yours. His warm breath ghosted your swollen lips. "Oh, my doll, what a mess you've made of me."
That morning you quickly slipped out before dawn. You were leaving behind a simple letter. A letter that you hoped Bucky would take the time to read. These feelings you had for him that you couldn't put into actual spoken words were easier written on paper.
To my dearest Bucky,
Getting to know you has been one of the most incredible things to happen in my entire existence. This has to be the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. And that is letting you go. If we see each other in some distant place in the future in our new lives, I’ll smile at you and remember how we spent those endless summer nights on rooftops beneath the stars —learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more. Your love planted a fire in my heart. A warmth I never knew I needed. And that’s what you have given me. And that’s what I hoped to give to you forever. I love you, Bucky.
-Yours Forever Y/n
Damn Permanent Reverie
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Five Moments in Time
Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Nurse!Reader
Summary: All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: Minor injury, angst (the big kind)
a/n: I rewatched tfa and fell in love with Bucky all over again! So I had to write some 40s angst of course. Also I think might’ve made myself cry.
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“And just who are you?”
The medical tent was overrun with white-clad bodies in a flurry. Aprons were stained and gauze was clenched tightly between overworked fingers. The war hadn’t been kind, but at least Captain Rogers had been able to save all these men.
And amongst the men was the flirty, ever charming, Bucky Barnes.
“I’ve told you, Sergeant Barnes, I’m your nurse. Now please sit back so I can properly stitch your arm.”
He didn’t listen to you, sitting up further to prop his hand on his chin and take you in. You’d asked him about four times now, each one fruitless.
You huffed. “Sergeant Barnes, please.”
“Maybe if you call me Bucky I’ll consider it.”
You’d be lying if you said you were impervious to his charm. How could you be? He was one of the most handsome soldiers you’d seen on the front lines, and he certainly was smooth with his words. Too bad you’d heard the same thing from just about every nurse on the floor.
“That’s against protocol,” you explained, pushing him back on the cot. He wrapped a delicate hand around your wrist. “And it’s in your best interest to receive treatment, Sergeant, not deny it.”
He let you roll his sleeve up, but continued. “You new? I know I was away for a while, but I wouldn’t forget a face like yours.”
You focused on his arm before answering. The cut wasn’t too bad; you were sure the treatment he received while he was prisoner paled in comparison to the wound. But after everything these men went through, you would try to bring them any comfort you could.
“I was transferred to this unit while you were… away. They were hoping you all would get back, so they brought on extra medical coverage.”
He flinched when the first stitch met his skin. You went to apologize, but he quickly brushed it off. “‘S no problem, doll. I know what I signed up for, and your hands are the nicest things I’ve felt in weeks.” He winked, hiding a grimace. “You stayin’ then? They keeping you on unit?”
“Well, I would hope so,” you breathed, intently focused on the next stitch. “I’m the head nurse.”
You pricked at a nerve that made him jolt, hand coming out to cover yours. And then you were met with the most gorgeous shade of blue you’d seen since you hit the front lines. They were soft and vibrant, but held a tiredness to them—like a man who’d seen too much.
Against your better judgment, you let yourself get lost in them. You tried to find the man he was before all of this; the bachelor from Brooklyn his accent hinted to. Maybe he was a flirt with the girls back in New York. Maybe he had a family that missed him. Maybe he wanted to go home.
He hadn’t stopped looking at you, and you wondered if he was doing the same thing; if he saw the pain in your eyes, all a product of the war. He let his fingers brush across yours as he pulled away.
“You can keep goin’, doll.”
“Sorry,” you whispered. But he just reassured you again.
He spoke up after a few minutes of careful stitching. “So what’d I do to get the big boss workin’ on me?” he flirted.
“You’re just lucky I guess.”
“More than lucky. I’m bettin’ every guy in here wishes he was me.”
“You know—” you began wrapping his arm in bandages “—I heard a lot about you while you were away. Captain Rogers likes to talk. So do the other nurses.”
Surprisingly, his eyes lit up. “You know Stevie! Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. He always did flock to the best of ‘em. That’s why I’m his best pal.”
“Yes, Captain Rogers did have a lot to say about you. But the other girls on the floor had even more.”
His smile fell a bit, features now on the defense. You could tell he knew exactly what you were referring to; the flirting and the sneaking kisses and the empty promises. None of it was too harmful, but it was there nonetheless. And referencing it had made your stance clear.
“C’mon, doll, don’t listen to those girls. I was just passin’ the time with them. Swear on my Ma I’ve meant every word I said to you. You really are the most beautiful dame I’ve ever met.”
You smirked. “And I’m sure Susan was the most beautiful the last time you talked to her.” You tied off the gauze on his arm and gave his shoulder a soft pat. “You’re free to go, Sergeant. Keep that clean.”
“If I don't, are you gonna be the one to fix it?”
“Goodbye, Sergeant Barnes.”
“I’m not gonna stop tryin’, doll,” he called over his shoulder, figure half out the medical tent.
You didn’t want him to.
Bucky had been back to your tent multiple times in the weeks following. He learned your name from another nurse during his second visit, but he rarely used it. He preferred doll, or sweetheart, or just about anything that might get your heart racing.
You feigned indifference each time his dog tags jingled behind you; you pretended he wasn’t there until he was physically shoving himself in front of you. But you still let him throw his arm around your shoulder when you took a break and listened when he talked about his sister. It was a little game you two played: you pretended you wanted nothing to do with him, he saw right through it.
And as much as you wanted to fall right into Bucky’s trap, you couldn’t. You couldn’t allow yourself to love a soldier when the outcome might be disastrous—even disregarding his flirty nature. Because if you fell for Bucky Barnes, you knew that was it for you. There would be no way to recover from a heartbreak connected to such a pure blue set of eyes or the Brooklyn drawl that warmed your chest.
So, you kept your distance—or tried to at least. Bucky didn’t enjoy distance.
Which is why you expected him to come today. You hadn’t seen him yesterday—your tent was filled to the brim with an onslaught of injured soldiers—and going a day without seeing you was unacceptable in Bucky’s book.
Secretly, you enjoyed it when he came; his visits were a welcomed break from all the death you had to encounter. But today, you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep your eyes open long enough to humor him. You hadn’t slept last night, and the tent was still full this morning. Sure, all the soldiers were finally asleep, but that didn’t mean you could rest; you needed to monitor them.
“Where’s my best girl?” The flap of the tent punctuated Bucky’s entrance. “Doll, you back here?”
You were there, but barely. You were slouched against a post with your feet aching under you and your hair in a frazzled mess. The bags beneath your eyes revealed your lack of sleep, and your hunched shoulders gave away your broken spirit.
And yet, when Bucky caught sight of you, a dreamy smile took over his face.
He pulled you away from the post and pressed you to his chest as soon as his boots were close enough to do so. He was immediately worried. Because you always pushed away—or at least pretended to—and this time, you leaned further into him. He glanced down at your face, burrowed into his arms, and narrowed his eyes.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Hmm?” you hummed, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Oh. Yes, yeah, I’m fine.” You righted your body and straightened out your uniform, embarrassed. “Just a bit tired.”
“A bit?” he parroted. “You look dead on your feet over there. When’s the last time you took a break?”
You searched your mind, eyes trailing up the ceiling. “Maybe yesterday? It’s hard to keep track when there’s no windows in here.”
“Oh, doll, yesterday? We gotta get you layin’ down.”
You yanked yourself back when he reached for your arm, and quickly grabbed the paperwork to your left. You couldn’t take a break. You were the head nurse; if any one of these soldiers’ health went south, it was your job to help them.
“I can’t take a break, Sergeant. I’m the only one left on the floor. I have to make sure I watch the patients.”
“Well, where the hell’s everyone else? You can’t work like this, doll. You’ll end up in one of these beds yourself.”
You ran a tired hand over your brow. “These guys are worse off, trust me.”
“Yeah?” He placed his hand behind your neck and brushed a thumb across your cheek. You closed your eyes, only allowing the contact because you were so tired, surely. “And what happens to them if their nurse passes out from exhaustion? You think that leaves ‘em in good hands?”
His touch got more healing as the seconds ticked by. His fingers trailed down your neck and began kneading into the tense muscles of your shoulders, and you felt yourself sag against him unwillingly. He was definitely doing that on purpose.
“Let me take you back to your tent, yeah? I’ll grab Susan or Dot to come watch these guys. I’ll even wake you up in a few hours to micromanage, I swear it.”
“Can’t, Bucky,” you mumbled. But he took the papers from your hands anyway. “I gotta stay here in case they wake up. Let me do my job.”
Hands rested on your waist, as if you were dancing. “Well, I made it my job to make sure you’re doin’ okay. And you’re not. So let me do my job, doll.”
Your body betrayed your words as you sunk into him. “Bucky—”
“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. This is non-negotiable for me.”
You sighed and rested your forehead against his chest, the dog tags cool against your skin. His heartbeat lulled you into compliance; Bucky was nothing if not persistent, and you knew this was one thing he wouldn’t let up on. You felt his hand run across the back of your head before you spoke, your voice quiet amongst the breaths in the room.
He was gone and back with another nurse before you even realized he left. Susan was cranky and unkempt, but Bucky didn’t let you feel much sympathy for the girl as he ushered you out of the med tent. He had his military jacket thrown over your shoulders, and a soft hand pressed to your lower back. And it was a bit strange that he knew the exact location of your sleeping quarters.
When you threw him a confused look, he explained. “I kinda asked Steve. Just wanted to look out for you.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Glad I did, because that’s how I knew you hadn’t been back here in over a day.”
You hid a small smile. Bucky had wormed his way into your heart over the past few weeks—as much as you didn’t like to admit that—and it was moments like these that affirmed that.
When you reached your tent, he didn’t leave. “I got it from here, Sergeant. Thank you for walking me.”
“Oh, no. You go in there and change and let me know when you’re done. Can’t have you runnin’ back to work after everything I went through to get you here.”
“Come on, I’m not gonna—”
“Go, doll. I’ll be right here.”
You huffed, but complied, too tired to argue. Once you’d changed into more comfortable clothes, you poked your head out of your tent. “Alright, done. You can go back to whatever soldiers do when I’m not saving them from death.”
He cracked a smile at that, and pulled you out of your tent by your shoulders. This hug felt the same as the one from before; it was warm and full of comfort and you’d never wanted to fall into something more. You even wrapped your arms around him this time, feeling the sharp intake in Bucky’s chest as you did so.
With a ghost of his lips along your temple, he pulled away. “You gotta get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll have Stevie come wake you up if I’m on watch, okay?”
It was Christmas. You had time off. The bustling streets of London were a beautiful place to celebrate. And yet, you’d never felt more empty.
Christmas was a time for family; it was a time for big dinners and laughs between friends. Christmas wasn’t a time for sitting alone at a near empty bar, a glass of water rolling between your hands and a bartender sending you sympathetic glances. But staying at the camp hurt more than being alone, so you left for the evening.
You were even wearing a new dress. After being assigned to the Howling Commandos, Peggy became a close friend. She took you shopping last week—“a Christmas treat” she called it. You felt like a fool really, dressing up to sit by yourself at a bar.
This war was not kind.
You almost asked Bucky to come with you; the closeness between you had only grown since receiving your new assignment. You began to expect his gentle touches throughout the day, and missed him when Steve had him away on an assignment. His flirty tone was now reserved for you alone, something you held deep within your chest; watching his expression change when you came into his sights was a feat you’d never tire of.
But the worrying was nauseating. When he was away for long periods of time, a fear ate away at you like nothing you’d ever experienced. It sunk its teeth into your veins and sucked out any joy that could prosper there, only releasing you when his hands were brushing your hair away from your face once more.
That feeling was why you’d stayed away for so long. Because how could you love a soldier when their fate was so undetermined? How could you give yourself so fully to someone when you didn’t even know if they’d live through the week?
It’s a shame your heart didn’t listen to your mind; that you had fallen for Bucky anyway. Not that you told him that. No, you two still danced around each other as if you weren’t completely enraptured by the thought of the other.
So you didn’t ask Bucky to come with you. That didn’t mean he didn’t watch you leave.
“What’s a dame like you doin’ in a place like this?” A Brooklyn accent. You weren’t surprised.
“I run with a pretty bad group. They get into lots of trouble,” you played along.
Bucky sat beside you then, thigh pressed to yours. “Want me to sweep you off your feet? Take you awake from it all?”
“Don’t I ever.”
“Let me then, sweets. I got lots of money back home. A big house with one of those new televisions. I even got a driver.”
You laughed. “What, no indoor swimming pool? I’ll have to pass, big guy.”
“What!” he groaned. “C’mon, give me another shot, toots. I’ll make it worth your while, I swear.”
“Sorry, buddy. I got another soldier in mind.”
You finally turned to him from your place at the bar, a playful smile gracing your lips. But Bucky’s smile was much more fond—more in love. You could always tell by the way he looked at you that he loved you. You knew he loved you. But you wouldn’t let him say it out loud; that was too dangerous.
For the millionth time since you met him, you let yourself fall into the blues that were Bucky’s eyes, except this time, you could see past the war-torn soldier. You could see the bachelor from New York that read the hobbit to his sister and walked to school with Steve. You knew how the hues looked when he laughed and how they glistened when they cried. You knew Bucky, in every sense of the word.
“Dance with me.”
“What?” you whispered.
“Dance with me on Christmas, doll.”
“Bucky, there’s no music. And no one else is dancing.” You kept your tone low, gesturing to the few inhabitants at the bar.
“They gotta jukebox. And I don’t really care if I’m the only one dancin’ with my girl,” Bucky said. He reached for your hands. “C’mon, dance with me, sweetheart. I’m not gonna stop askin’.”
You shook your head fondly, agreeing as he bounded off the stool and headed straight for the jukebox. And true to Bucky’s cheesy nature, ‘White Christmas’ began to delicately slip through the speakers.
“What, nothing fast to show off your moves?” you teased.
“Nah.” He pulled you off the stool, guiding you to the empty floor in the middle of the bar. “I wanna hold my girl.”
And so he did. He held you against his chest as the jukebox crackled and eyes glanced at you from tables hidden in corners. He swayed along with your hips as his chin came down to rest in the juncture of your shoulder, and he didn’t let you go. He didn’t spin you or pull apart to dip you low. No frills.
Sergeant Barnes simply wanted to hold his girl.
You could feel your chest tighten as the song reached its bridge. You wouldn’t cry; you wouldn’t worry Bucky and have his eyes gleam that beautiful cobalt under the dim lights of the bar. But holding it in was getting harder the more Bucky pressed you against him—the more he snuck secret kisses to the side of your head.
Because, god, if this didn’t hurt.
To be pretending that you could simply be Bucky’s girl in this rundown bar, dancing on Christmas, hurt deeply. It was an uncomfortable ache in the pit of your stomach, amplified by each of Bucky’s touches. You weren’t just each other; you weren’t just in love. You were the war. You were bodies used by the war. And that could never end well.
You sucked it down—for Bucky’s sake as well as your own. You would have this moment. You would let yourself bask in the simplicity of this dance and of this night and you would pretend.
Bucky’s hand ran up from your waist to cup the back of your head, somehow keeping you even closer. “Merry Christmas, doll.”
His lips brushed your ear.
“We’re gonna kick Hydra’s ass!”
A round of deep cheers followed the cry, beer sloshing over glass rims and onto the dirt floor. The fire in the middle of the group roared with gusto, mimicking the tone of the night—impending victory and vigor.
Bucky took part in the festivities for a short while, but soon contained himself to the log you were sat upon. The bubble around the two of you was created as soon as his hands captured yours. The rest of the commandos carried on, leaving you with knowing looks and keen smiles. Steve’s was the worst.
“Gonna be back in no time, sweetheart, you just watch.” Bucky knew how worried you always got; he claimed it was one of your quirks.
“I know you are, Buck, just try not to get hurt this time. Last time you walked in with a gunshot wound to the arm and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
It was meant to be funny, but Bucky’s eyes softened. “I’ll do my best to come back to you in one piece, alright?” He tugged you closer, a firm kiss placed on your forehead. “You gotta promise to take care of yourself while I’m gone though. No running yourself ragged or worryin’ yourself to death.”
“I know how to take care of myself,” you rolled your eyes.
He tucked you under his chin with a laugh. “I know you do, doll. But I like to be the one takin’ care of you when I can.”
You hummed, burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You were comfortable in his arms. Used to them. The past few months had granted you with more acceptance; you felt more secure in this new love with Bucky. There was still the fear looming in the back of your mind—reminding you occasionally that everything could be ripped from you in a moment's time—but you had decided to overcome that.
Bucky was worth it; he was worth the pain.
“I’m gonna ask you again.” Bucky cut through your thoughts. “And I’m not gonna stop askin’. Marry me when this is all over, doll. Let me take care of you till I die.”
You clutched his cotton sweater between your fingers, squeezing your eyes shut at the question. Each time he asked you filled your head with so many scenarios; you could see yourself in the Brooklyn apartment he always talked about, kissing on the couch and making dinner in the kitchen. You’d go to the movies and fix the bathroom sink together and maybe he’d buy you a ring.
It was everything you wanted.
But you needed him to ask you when there weren’t constant threats coming from every direction—when you were safe.
“I’ve told you, sarge, you have to ask me when we get back to New York. That way I’ll know whether it was just the war talking or not.”
“The war—doll, you don’t think that, do you?” He pulled you back, eyes searching yours.
You gripped his forearms. “No—of course I don’t, Buck. Hey,” you snapped, tilting your head to meet his shifting gaze. “I don’t think that. It was just a joke, Bucky. I want you to ask me later because I want us to feel safe. I want to enjoy getting engaged to you in your home and start our life there.”
He blew out a relieved breath. “Good… Good, doll, because you're the best thing to come out of all these damn years. I know I mess around, but I mean it. And I mean it when I ask you that. Every time.”
“I know you do, Buck. And I mean it when I tell you to ask me again in New York. Ask me when we’re happy.”
“You already make me happy.”
“Then ask me when we’re safe.”
The fire was almost stifling when you were pressed up against Bucky; he always seemed to run so hot. But you didn’t mind— and would never mind—if it meant he was here in your arms and safe. Because this war wasn’t kind to people like Bucky; people with affable hearts that made you feel at home. And this war wasn’t kind to people like you; people with too much hope.
The war took your soldier, and your heart along with him.
The fear that held you captive each time Bucky left camp with a soft kiss to your lips, was replaced by a mind-numbing ache. It consumed you; it ripped you up from the inside until all you had left to do was scream. But you didn’t scream, because you still had a job to do.
You still had to care for the Commandos and the others as if you didn’t lose the half of you that kept you sane—the half that was gentle. Steve let you cry against his chest when he told you, but you were expected to be up and working the next day.
Because the front lines were no place for a romance, and you had been selfish.
A week after you were torn in two, Steve made an appearance in your tent. He shuffled in with his broad shoulders and puffy eyes and handed you a letter. He didn’t need to say who it was from, he simply kissed the top of your head and left it in your shaky hand.
Bucky’s handwriting was hard to miss; it was messy and sprawling, but so devastatingly charming. Just like he was.
You almost didn’t want to open it. It was as if, somehow, leaving it sealed with the twine wrapped around the edges would make him live on. As if opening that letter meant coming to terms with his death, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that.
You left it for a night.
You opened it the next day, right before you pulled on the nurses’ shoes Bucky always helped you slip out of at the end of a long shift. Your eyes were blurred by tears.
I miss you already, I can tell you that much. Something about this mission feels different than the rest, so I gotta make sure you know a few things in case I don’t come back.
I love you.
I know you don’t like saying it to each other, but you gotta know. I love you and I don’t think I can stop. I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since that first day in the med tent, and I haven’t wanted to. I mean, what would be the point of forgetting something so beautiful?
I’m getting all cheesy, I know, but it’s the truth. You can ask Stevie if you want. I’m never shutting up about you when we’re away. Is that weird? I hope you talk about me. I hope you remember me. But more than anything, I hope I come back to you.
But just in case, I’m still not gonna stop. I wrote you a few more letters to make sure of that. One for your birthday and Christmas. A few others Stevie will give you. I hope you don’t have to read them. But if you’re reading this one, I guess you will. Funny how that works.
My handwriting’s not the best, so you’ll have to put up with that. But what’s one more thing on top of me bothering you all the time? I’ll miss bothering you I think. The way you always scrunch up your nose when I tell a bad joke. The laugh you always try to hide. I see ‘em all by the way.
But there’s something else you gotta know, doll. The letters will stop, because you gotta move on. You gotta find someone that’ll take care of you the way I wanted to. At the rate you’re goin’ in that tent, you’ll be in the ground before you hit 40, and I want you to live a full life. I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed. I’m sorry I can’t be the one to give you that.
Swear I tried my best.
Pick a good guy though, will ya? Someone like Steve maybe. Take care of Steve if you can. I’m sure the guy’s beating himself up over whatever happened. Let him know it’s not his fault.
More than anything I’ve rambled on about in this letter, know I love you. And know that I’ll always love you. I’m never gonna stop.
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Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: your cinema date with Bucky is more than you bargained for.
Warnings: pet names (pretty girl), smut; oral (f receiving), sexual acts in public, is 40s Bucky a warning?? THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.
Author's note: we're slowly catching up… 40s Bucky genuinely owns my heart and I had fun writing this! (word count: 736)
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"Bucky," you giggle from behind your hand, "we're going to get caught!"
He lifts his head from under your skirt and flashes you a cheeky grin.
"We're only going to get caught if you can't keep quiet. Now sit back and enjoy the movie whilst I enjoy you, pretty girl" he grins before diving back under your skirt.
You and Bucky have only been dating for a couple of months but you were head over heels for him. So much in fact that you would even entertain the idea of him doing something so risky, so intimate, in a movie theatre.
Your eyes scan the dark room, besides you and Bucky there are only a handful of people in the theatre. None of which were sat near the seats you and Bucky occupied on the back row.
A playful bite to your inner thigh has your eyes snapping back to the screen as you let out a surprised gasp.
You hear a muffeled "eyes on the screen" that has you smiling. Bucky had a way of always knowing when your mind was wandering.
You try to focus on the movie playing in front of you. The anticipation of what Bucky is going to do is enough to drive you wild. Your breath coming out in shallow pants.
You can't help but wiggle in your seat at the feel of Bucky's calloused fingers running up your thigh to tug your panties down your legs. You lift your hips to help him, your cheeks heating up when you hear him inhale deeply.
Bucky spreads your thighs as far as the seat will allow before he's leaning in. His breath ghosting your soaked core causing your hands to grip the arm rests tighter.
The first swipe of Bucky's tongue has you biting your bottom lip to hold back your moan and your eyes screwing shut in pleasure.
Buckys tongue is persistent and leisurely as he circles your clit. Your eyes snap open as a moan escapes from your lips. You look around with bated breath, checking if anyone has noticed the sordid situation you're in.
You can feel Bucky's smirk as he moves away slightly, kissing up and down your inner thighs.
Huffing out in mock annoyance you lift your skirt so you can see Bucky's face.
Before you can say anything he's shooting you a wink before diving in with vigour.
"Oh god," you groan, disguising the end as a cough as the old lady three rows in front turns around. You send her an apologetic wave before focusing your eyes back on the film.
You feel Bucky's chuckle against your core and you give a playful slap to the top of his head.
Two strong hands wrap around your thighs and you yelp as you're dragged to the edge of your seat.
"Bucky!" you hiss, sinking lower into your seat.
"Don't worry, pretty girl, just be quiet for me."
You have to clamp your hand over your mouth when Bucky's tongue sinks into you before dragging up towards your clit. His lips wrap around your clit before he sucks, pushing two fingers into you at the same time.
Your eyes roll back as the pleasure consumes you. Quiet, muffled whimpers fall against your hand. Your thighs begin to tremble around Bucky's head as his fingers curl inside of you, hitting the spot that has you seeing stars.
Your free hand tangles in his soft hair, tugging him closer to your core as you begin to grind your hips against his face.
The movie playing in front of you is long forgotten as you get closer and closer to the edge.
A sharp tug on Bucky's hair lets him know you're close to your end. He doubles down on his efforts. Tongue flicking against your clit and fingers curling so sweetly, you cum with a silent cry, your thighs trapping Bucky's head in place.
He works you through your high, lapping up everything you have to offer when he removes his fingers.
You take a moment to catch your breath before looking down to see Bucky licking your juices from his fingers.
"How'd I taste, Sarge," you wink, pushing your skirt back down as Bucky moves back to his seat.
You miss the way his eyes darken as he pulls you into a searing kiss.
"Let's skip the movie and go home so I can really hear you scream from me."
I am a whore for one man and that one man is 40s Bucky! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As always comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨🖤
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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐛.𝐛.
pairing: bucky barnes x F!reader
request: So, what if like at the end of endgame, Steve and Bucky talk about how Steve isn’t coming back like how he does in the movie but when Steve is supposed to return, Steve sends back Bucky’s first love which is the Reader and it’s super cute and fluffy and maybe there could be a flashback from back in the 40s of reader and Bucky in love and maybe when reader found out about Buckys death and stuff. - @livbarnesx
summary: When Steve is supposed to return after putting back the stones, there is someone else with him and a certain soldier couldn’t be happier.
A/n: I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I LOVED WRITING IT. I know it took me FOREVER to write it but school and exams kept me really busy during this summer, BUT I'M FINALLY BACK BABY!! I promise I’ll start writing all the requests I recived. I hope you like it! <3 The parts in italics are flashbacks
Divider by @firefly-graphics
warnings: mention of death, crying, a bit angst(?), fluff, google translate lol
word count: 2.9k
Please don’t repost, copy or translate any of my works on other platforms. Likes, comments and reblog are really appreciated<3
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky asked as he and Steve started to walk in the wood near Tony Stark’s house. Or what used to be Tony Stark's house.
"Yeah, I need to put all the stones back to their places. And, who knows, maybe I'll get to see her again" Steve he answered with a dreamy look.
Bucky knew he was referring to Peggy, his first great love, that he could finally hug again after all this time, which was one of the things that the former winter soldier couldn't do with his.
They reached the platform where it was all going to happen. Bruce, or the Hulk, he still didn't know what to call him, had moved everything he needed in the woods after the explosion occurred at the compound. With Bruce there was Sam who had come to assist his friend.
“I’m going to miss you, buddy.” Bucky said welcoming Steve in a big hug.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back”
“How can I? You are taking all the stupid with you“
Steve stepped onto the platform, took Mjollnir in one hand and the box containing the gems in the other. He took one last look at his friends and waited for the countdown to finish. After five seconds the suit closed and he disappeared.
"How long is this gonna take?" Sam asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"For him, as long as he needs. For us five seconds." Bruce answered trying to make his voice sound confident. He was worried, it was plausible, the fate of humanity depended on this mission. "Returning in 5...4...3...2...1"
"Where is he?" Sam was starting to panic.
"I don't know he should be here." Bruce began fiddling with the various computers that controlled the machine.
“Bring him back”
Meanwhile, Bucky still had his eyes on the car. He knew Steve's plan had worked. He was living his life with Peggy, as he deserved. He thought he deserved it too. He deserved a happy life with his great love. But he couldn't have it.
While he kept thinking he found himself facing the lake. He looked up and saw it. A much older version of Steve sat on a bench while he scanned the horizon. After a while Bucky noticed a second figure rising from the ground. He was confused but the second person seemed familiar to him. It was a girl. He could tell by her small body. Then she turned and Bucky's heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his eyes. She could only have been a hallucination. He thought he was going mad. When her eyes met hers the world stopped. Maybe he was still in his bed and he was dreaming. It had already happened. When he didn't have nightmares he always dreamed of her. He dreamed of the life they could have had together and all their memories.
"Bucky? Is that really you?" he woke from that trance when she called him. Unbeknownst to him, tears began to fall from his eyes, but before he could say anything he was interrupted by a very confused Sam, who was now facing the lake too,
"Who is that? What happened?" from his voice you could hear all his confusion.
"That's my girl" Bucky replied without stopping crying. The girl approached him and Bucky waited to wake up any second from this dream that seemed so real when he felt a slap on his cheek.
He put his hand on his affected cheek and looked confused at his girl - yes cause that was his girl, his great love - waiting for an explanation. When he saw that she began to sob he held her in a strong hug that was worth a thousand words. God how much he had missed her.
"Y-you promised you would come back, why d-did you leave me alone?" her words were muffled by his chest, but they were still understandable.
“Y/N love, look at me. Doll look at me. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to leave you alone. I missed you so much, my love." Bucky said between tears and dissolving her embrace he cupped her face and kissed her.
At that moment everything disappeared. All those years they hadn't spent together, all the tears shed. There was only them and their love.
A few hours later they were in Bucky's apartment lying on the bed, Y/N with her head on Bucky's chest, who had his arms around her waist,
"So let me get this straight." Bucky repeated to confirm that he understood the explanation just made by his girlfriend "Steve brought another suit with him, to give it to you since he had already planned to bring you back here to me?"
“Yes, James, this is the second time I've told you. He told me that he would’ve felt too guilty leaving you while he was living his life with Peggy and you were here alone with Sam, who from what I understand you don't get along very well with." she said with a little laugh as she thought back to the discussion these two had had a few hours earlier when Sam tried to hug Y/N, to welcome her and Bucky was on the defensive,
"Yeah uh well here we-" he tried to explain but was immediately interrupted by her voice.
"Buck, you don't have to explain to me, it's normal not to get along with everyone," she said, starting to draw circles on his chest with her finger.
"God doll, you don’t know how much I missed you." he said and then planted a kiss on her head.
"Do you remember the day we met?" she asked after a few minutes passed in silence in each other's arms.
"How could I forget it doll, I was saved by the love of my life"
When Bucky woke up the first thing he felt was pain. On the right hip, precisely. He tried to figure out what caused him and slowly flashes came back to him.
The mission with the Howling Commandos to another Hydra base. Steve ordering them to split up to outrun the enemy soldiers. A squadron surrounding him and Dugan. There were gunshots and then only darkness.
As soon as he opened his eyes he looked around and realized he was in a sort of nursery. He noticed the figure of a girl not far from the cot on which he was lying. She was standing near a table where she was setting up ampoules, probably containing medicines. He was behind her so he couldn't see her face, but he understood that it was a nurse wearing her uniform. Bucky tried to sit up but while he was doing it he emitted a small moan, caused by the pain at his side, which immediately caught the attention of the nurse who turned to help him.
"Sergeant Barnes you’re finally awake." she said in a soft voice, showing him a smile and Bucky looked up in her direction.
When he paused to look at her he was petrified by her beauty. Her long Y/H/C hair was styled with big curls, just like those of all girls for at least five years, and her Y/E/C shone thanks to the dim light that was in the room. And her full lips were highlighted with a layer of red lipstick.
"I am agent Y/N Y/L/N. Tell me, how are you sergeant?" she asked, awakening him from her trance.
"W-what happened?" he asked still slightly confused as to why he was there.
“Well, Sergeant Barnes, you should be the one telling me that. I just helped you not to die. What do you remember?" as she talked he walked over to the table where he had been before and took out a patient health form that he would have to fill out.
"We were on a mission a-and Steve... wait, Steve where is he? He is alright? I have to see him now!" He said and then tried to get up in an attempt to go find his friend but was stopped by Y/N who began to reassure him.
“Don't worry, Captain Rogers and all of your companions are fine. You were the only one seriously injured" she said and then helped him sit comfortably on the bed.
“Have you known each other for a long time? You and the captain, I mean” she asked curiously. She was very intrigued by Bucky and she had decided she wanted to get to know him better - formally, of course. Or at least that’s what she kept repeating herself.
"First of all, let's stop with these formalities, start calling me Bucky, doll." he said, tired of being addressed like a gentleman, and then resume "to answer your question, we've known each other since we were little and I saved his ass from fighting in the back streets of Brooklyn."
She let out a little laugh. An angelic sound in his ears. Maybe it had been too much time away from women, but he couldn't approach her like the girls he'd dated before the war. She was different. He was also slightly intimidated by her charge, it was quite rare to see a female agent, and knowing one fascinated him, a lot. He would certainly mention it in his next letter directed home, to his sister Rebecca who always wanted to serve the country as her brother and Steve did.
He woke up from his thoughts when he saw that Y/N was heading towards the exit. He didn't want to miss such an opportunity and above all with a girl like that. They were at war after all. He could have died overnight. Driven by a sudden surge of courage, he recalls her attention by calling by her name, causing her to turn in his direction.
"Yes, James? Is there any problem?" she asked slightly worried. Deep down, though, she knew she wasn't just worried as a simple nurse cares for her patient.
“No, absolutely doll. I just wanted to ask you if you knew when we can go back to town." Y/N could see the hope in his eyes as he spoke.
After thinking about it for a while, the girl spoke the words the soldier had longed for. "In a couple of days, I think, why?"
“I was wondering if, uh, if you'd like to go dancing? Together with me, I mean. But you probably already understood this. Well, you seem very intelligent and you are also beautiful. If you don't want to come I understand perfectly well, don't worry- " he asked stammering. He had never stammered. Especially in front of a girl. God the effect this girl had on him.
"Bucky!!" she yells, laughing at him, to stop him before he starts with a meaningless monologue “I'd love to come and dance with you. And thank you for the compliments,” she continued and before starting to blush.
"Really?! That is, ahem cool. See you on Saturday then doll." he tried, in vain, to cover his surprise and happiness, but she did not miss the smirk on his face.
“See you on the dance floor, soldier. And please don't be late.” she said before approaching his bed and then printing a kiss on his cheek, smudging it lightly with her red lipstick, and walking away towards the exit, giggling after having a last glance at Bucky finding him intent on touching his just kissed cheek with a surprised look on his face.
After they were lying down for a while, Bucky felt the fabric of his shirt get wet where Y/N was resting with his head.
"Doll, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, worried, sitting up with his back to the head of the bed, to be able to hold her in a hug.
"It's just that- I can't belive you're actually here with me after I thought you were d-dead." she began to speak while continuing to cry as Bucky stroked her cheeks to stop her tears. "It was so hard when Steve told me you were gone."
Y/N was disinfecting a soldier's wound when her attention was drawn to a group of soldiers who had gathered at the entrance to the division, giving the impression that they were waiting for someone. It was at that moment that she remembered that at any moment the Howling Comandos would have to return from their mission in the Alps.
Bucky's last mission. If it had been successful the Hydra would have been defeated and consequently, the war would have come at the gates, which meant that there would be no need for the Howling Commandos and Y/N could have asked General Phillips to resign as there would be much more nurse than necessary.
She tried to hurry to medicate the soldier, still trying to do a good job, and then run out of the crowd that had now formed. She was so excited. She would see his Bucky again after many months apart from each other.
She still remembered their last conversation before he left to destroy various Hydra bases.
"Please be safe, don't do anything stupid, and always listen to Steve." she said with a few tears in her eyes, that were ready to fall on her rosed cheeks.
"You have no faith in me, doll." he said chuckling, bringing her closer to him by the hips.
"I'm sorry, I trust you really, just promise me you'll come back." she responded di lei tightening her arms around his neck di lei.
"I promise, doll. I'll come back to you. After all this we will retire, we're going to live in a beautiful house in the suburbs, we'll get married during summer in a small church and then we'll have a bunch of kids running around." he promised before gently kissing her lips.
That night a bunch of I love you and promises were whispered and a lot of kisses were shared.
As soon as she got out of the tent, Y/N stopped in front of the big crowd, noticing that many soldiers and some nurses turned to look at her with a dark look. Their relationship became common knowledge across the field very quickly when a group of soldiers caught them kissing while dancing on their first date. People were moving to make room for the soldiers to pass, and in no time she found herself face to face with Steve.
Her eyes wandered in search of Bucky, not finding him next to the captain, as usual for her.
"Y/N" Steve spoke her name in a voice so low that she had barely heard it.
"Steve, where is Bucky?" she asked not finding her boyfriend nearby with her eyes.
"Y/N come with me." he told her, and then took her gently by her arm, without giving her time to protest.
They arrived at one of the offices when Y/N spoke again, feeling her anxiety rise along with tears.
"Steve please tell me where Bucky is. He's coming, right? Is he okay?" unknowingly she began to cry while she talked.
"We were in the Alps, we got on the train to catch Zola when some kind of robot attacked us. He opened a hole in the train, B-Bucky tried to grab onto one of the railings but...the train was going too fast, he couldn't take my hand. He told me to-" Steve started crying too before being interrupted by a sobbing Y / N.
"Please Steve, I don't want to know what he told you to tell me. I don't want to know that he asked you to tell me that he loves me, or that I have to move on. Not when he can never tell me again. I can never go on, not without him. He promised me. He promised..."
Y/N was now drained by tears and she couldn't stop sobbing and thinking about Bucky and his promise. Home, marriage, children. Now they couldn't have any of that. Because he was gone.
"This is just a bad dream Y/N, wake up. You just have to wake up and you'll be in your bed with Bucky next to you, ready to hold you." Y/N repeated before her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Fortunately Steve, with his vision still clouded by her tears, managed to take her in her arms before she fell to the floor.
"It's okay Y/N, don't worry. Everything will be alright. We'll be alright." Steve tried to reassure her.
But she knew she wasn't alright. Not when Bucky wasn't going to be here with her comforting her. Not when he was gone.
And they stayed like this, for who knows how many hours, in each other's arms, crying and hugging each other, thinking that the most important person in their lives was gone and there was nothing they could do about it.
After hearing the story of how his girlfriend and best friend reacted to his "death", Bucky cupped Y/N's cheeks and then shed all her tears with his thumbs.
"Y/N, love look at me." he said in a low, sweet voice, then continued talking. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But, now I want to keep all the promises I made to you. We will buy that house in the suburbs, we will get married and we will have wonderful babies, just like you. I love you so much, doll."
"I love you too, my soldier." she told him showing him a small smile.
He slowly leaned in, before kissing her softly. Y/N couldn't believe it, after all this time they were together again.
"I promised I would come back to you."
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40s bucky. thats it, thats the post
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Part 4: Over My Knee
*Please do not plagiarise, copy, or repost anywhere else.
Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Bucky wants to recreate a fantasy of his. You oblige him...
Warnings: Smut (more of the slight sub/dom theme, spanking 👀), aftercare, fluff, discussion of a sexual fantasy about a university professor.
I think I'm discovering more and more about my kinks as I read and write fanfics 😅 Oh boy...
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"Go on. Who was it?"
"Clark Gable." You said.
You were in the tiny kitchen of Bucky's apartment, washing the dishes. Bucky had cooked for you as a treat, an Italian pasta dish, and you had to hand it to him, it was pretty good. You had done your hair and worn a brand new dress especially for the occasion, and thanks to covering yourself in napkins during dinner, you had managed to keep it pristine.
"Tell me yours now. Who did you used to fantasise about?" You asked, drying the last plate.
"Well, in my third year of college I had this professor that I had a massive crush on."
"But she really didn't like me." He looked down his nose at you and started scowling. "Barnes, stop talking, sit up straight!"
"I thought you were a teacher's pet."
"Not to her. No, she really didn't like me."
"But you liked her?"
"Yeah..." He admitted bashfully. "She was pretty young for a professor, in her 30s. I used to fantasise that..." His face turned pink, and he bit his lip as he fought his embarrassment.
"Don't be ashamed. I want to hear it. Maybe we could recreate this fantasy.”
“I used to fantasise that whenever she would scold me in class, she'd order me to her office later and..." He trailed off.
"Screw you on her desk?"
"No... punish me."
When you realised what he was hinting at, you couldn't help but grin. He squirmed a little under your gaze.
"So... you want me to spank you?"
You moved closer, your chest brushing against him. "You want me to spank that pretty ass of yours?"
"W- we can try it... only if you want to...”
He gulped, pulse quickening and breath becoming more laboured as his excitement grew. You loved the power you had over him, and you loved how much he enjoyed it.
"So, tell me, have you been bad, baby?" You whispered seductively as you took him by the lapels.
You giggled, shaking your head. "Just play along."
"Oh I see! Yes, I've been very bad. Very bad!" His nervous giggle was intoxicating.
"Do I need to punish you?"
"Yes." He gasped. "Punish me."
Bucky always looked incredible, but seeing him face down, naked, and laid out across your lap was something else.
Still fully clothed, you ran your hand over the curve of his buttocks. He flinched slightly, his head buried in one of the cushions, trembling with anticipation. He was already hard, his erection pressing against your left thigh.
"I'm going to give you ten," You said softly, watching how he arched his back as you said this, "and I want you to count them. Are you ready?"
"Yes." Came the muffled reply.
You lifted your hand and brought it down on the firm flesh of his backside.
"One." He gasped, his hands gripping the cushions beneath him.
You decided to go a little harder, landing another smack on his skin.
He yelped, and for a moment you were worried you had gone too far, but when he started breathing heavily and said “Two” in a guttural moan, you could hear the perverse pleasure in his voice.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” You said gently.
“Harder.” He ordered, and the desperation in his voice turned you on so much that you smacked him again with more force, the weak sound of his voice counting the strikes making your core throb with excitement.
He stretched his arms out, gripping the armrest, lifting his body upwards to meet your hand, overcome with the mix of pleasure and pain.
You allowed yourself to get lost in the play, his desperate moans and whining getting you worked up as you gave him what he wanted.
"Ten... Ah!" He cried out, his whole body tensing as he came over your lap, his cock twitching against your thigh.
You sat still, your hands resting on his back, shocked. You hadn’t expected him to climax.
And on your new dress. All that effort not to get the damn food on it, for nothing. It had been ruined anyway.
You knew that you would have to hastily clean up before you left, make something up about spilled tea to your roommates. They were already growing suspicious of your longer visits to Bucky's apartment as it was, and this wasn't going to help.
"You've ruined my dress." You hissed, still engrossed the play-acting. "So that's ten more."
He moaned softly, tilting his hips upwards, begging you.
Your hand landed on his flesh once more, eliciting a sharp gasp.
"...One." He moaned.
"No." You smacked him again. "Have you forgotten how to count?"
"Sorry, eleven... and twelve..."
You could feel him harden again as you administered his 'punishment', although the way he was moaning and grinding against you, it seemed more like a reward.
“Twenty!” Bucky groaned, lifting his head from the cushion, panting.
You kissed the back of his neck gently, ending the play. "Oh baby, you did so well."
He gasped, still feeling a little vulnerable from the scene. "That was..."
"That got you very excited.”
"Yeah, I'm so sorry about your dress..." He raised himself up, his face pink again. "I'll buy you another, I promise."
His backside was bright red, imprints of your hand raw on his skin.
"Stay there." You told him, slipping out from under him.
You got up and hurried to the bathroom. You removed your dress and slip first, scrubbing the skirts clean best you could before hanging them up on the radiator. Then you started rummaging through the cupboard above the sink, the bottles and combs rattling as you did so.
"What are you doing?" You heard Bucky call from the living room. "Do you need something?"
"I want to rub some liniment on you. Your skin looks all sore."
He laughed softly. "I won't say no to a rub-down. It's on the bottom shelf, at the back."
"Good, I want you to be able to sit down at work tomorrow!" You called back, finding the liniment tin hidden behind a half-empty container of Brylcream.
As you stepped out of the bathroom in your underwear, Bucky raised himself on his elbows, eyes glinting. "Well, hello there!"
“Hello.” You replied with a giggle as you perched beside him, warming the ointment in your hands.
“Are you staying a while longer then?” He asked as you starting working the liniment into his reddened cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as you kneaded the firm muscles, the ointment and your touch soothing the welts on his skin.
"Yes, I have to wait for my dress to dry. And it’s all your fault, naughty boy.”
"You could go home in your underwear..." He teased.
"Now that would be outrageous!" You laughed, moving your hands upwards from his buttocks to rub the small of his back, thumbs making gentle circles.
"More outrageous than this?" He moaned, melting under your touch.
“I think we went past that point a long time ago.” You hummed as you moved your hands lower again.
“Mmm…” He sighed. “I’m so glad we did, baby.”
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I saw this on Instagram and couldn’t find the account on tumblr but I needed to share this 😭🖐🏻 it’s so true
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I have 2 fic requests (but I’ll send them separately). The first one is that the reader works at the bar, but (reader - female?, Bucky’s 40’s fiancée) she’s helping her niece get ready for her wedding. The way I saw it was that they were in the bar during the day... but Sam gives her advice when he sees her crying against a wall. (Tells Bucky and spends most of the day trying to reunite with the woman he long thought was dead). Imagine, Slipping Through My Fingers (the part in Mamma Mia).
flowers | b.barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
warnings: some crying but nothing else rlly
summary: bucky’s reunited with his fiancée from the 40’s
a/n: i’ve actually never seen mamma mia so i don’t know what you’re referring to there but i hope this is okay🥲 hope you enjoy it haha
masterlist - requests are open :)
“I don’t want you to go.” you whisper into his neck as you lay in the bed together, tangled limbs and soft words filling the empty space.
“I know, doll. I’ll be back before you know it.” He strokes your cheeks lovingly, placing feather light kisses to every inch of your face. You’ve been dreading this day for weeks, but you knew it would come.
“I love you.” You card your fingers through his cropped hair and he lets out a soft sigh.
“I love you too.” He tenderly wipes the glistening tears from your face, enveloping you in his embrace until he’s the only thing you know; nothing else matters because you have him. Except you don’t anymore. Not for long.
“Promise you’ll come back. And we can get married.”
“I promise. We’re gonna have the best wedding. And I can’t wait to call you my wife.” You giggle at that, moulding your body against his own.
Shortly after that conversation, you fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. You press yourself as close as humanly possible to him, trying to imprint every detail about him into your mind. You need to remember.
When you wake, you’re alone and cold, and the ghost of him lingers on your bedsheets, his scent plaguing you with memories.
You never see him again. You learn of his death through Steve and it shatters you. Your heart is ripped out of your chest, still beating, and obliterated on the ground in front of you. A choked sob tears through your body as your knees buckle and Steve has to hold you up to stop you from hitting the floor.
You cry for weeks. And you never really recover from losing him.
Many, many years later, you’re helping your niece with her own wedding.
She’s hanging out at the bar with you for the day so you can help with planning whilst you work your shift. You’re chattering away to her when a customer walks in and seats himself at the bar.
“Hi, sir. How are you today?” you flash him a toothy grin which he returns with equal vigour.
“I’m okay, and yourself?”
“I’m not too bad, thank you. What can I get you?”
“A beer, please.”
“Comin’ right up.” you smile and hand him his drink as he pays.
At that moment, your niece asks a question about the wedding.
“What flowers should we have?”
“What are your favourite flowers?” Bucky asks you sweetly, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. You mull over the question for a moment before coming to a decision.
“I love... daisies.”
“Then we’ll have daisies at our wedding.” He spins you around to face him and loops your arms around his neck, holding onto your waist. “Dance with me, pretty girl.”
He sways you both in time to the music and you lose yourself in his steel blue eyes.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”
“Just you.” you smile.
“What about me?”
“How much I love you ‘s all.” He envelops you in a hug and you lean against his chest as he rocks you back and forth.
“I love you too, my pretty flower.”
“Y/N!” she snaps, ripping you from your memory. You clench your jaw as you try desperately not to cry.
“I said, what flowers should we have?”
“Oh, um.” You clear your throat, “hold that thought. I need a minute.” You choke the words out as you stumble through the bar and out the back door. Once you reach the wall, you slide down it as sobs rack your body, your mouth agape in a silent scream.
“Is she okay?” Sam asks your niece, concerned.
“She will be. She gets like this sometimes.”
“Do you know why?”
“It’s about her fiancé. It was a long time ago. He died before they could get married. Sometimes she still gets upset about it. Misses him, you know?”
“Oh. How long ago?”
“Like 80 years or something. It’s a long story. She’s like that Captain America guy who got frozen.” He sets his beer down on the bar in front of him and slides out of the back door quietly.
Once you see him approaching, you take a deep breath in and wipe at your eyes furiously.
“You okay?” He sits next to you hesitantly and you nod.
“‘M fine. It’s stupid.”
“It doesn’t sound stupid to me. You loved him a lot. That takes time to get over.”
“She told you, huh?” You sigh, slumping further against the wall and twiddling your fingers anxiously. He wraps his arm around you gently - comfortingly - and you lean against him.
“He sounds pretty special. What was his name?”
“James. But he didn’t like being called James.” you chuckle at the memory, “He said it made him feel like he was being told off. So we all called him Bucky.”
“No shit.” Sam’s eyes widen to the size of plates and he stands abruptly. It has to be him. It couldn’t be anybody else, but what are the odds?
“Will you be here later?”
“Yeah, I’m here until 7.”
“Please don’t leave until I come back.”
And with that, Sam bolts out of the bar in a rampage.
You stand, wiping your eyes, and head back into the bar, Bucky once more on your mind. As he always is.
“Bucky!” Sam raps on the door furiously, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Bucky trudges to the door, a scowl painted on his face.
“You had a fiancée, right?”
“Who told you that?” He pulls Sam into the apartment abruptly, slamming the door behind him.
“She’s alive.” Bucky’s hands start to tremble and he sits down on the couch.
“I’m not. I met her. She told me about you. She works at the bar down the street.”
“Are you fucking with me? She should be dead.”
“She’s not. She’s like you and Steve.”
“Where is she?”
“I’m going.” Bucky grabs his car keys and rushes to the door, completely running off of adrenaline.
“I’m coming with you.”
They slide into the car and Bucky speeds off, not stopping at anything to get to you. Memories of you flash before his eyes: dancing together, your smile that he loved so much, your tears and how you cried before he left - he was always so gentle, wiping away your tears and holding you close. That isn’t him anymore, no matter how much he wishes it is.
You’re closing up at the bar, cleaning glasses and wiping down surfaces. Your niece has headed home to get a start on her errands. Just as you finish cleaning, Sam bursts back through the door, wincing sheepishly when it shakes on its hinges.
“Woah, what’s going on?” you ask him cautiously.
“Bucky.” You gape at him.
“What about him?”
The door swings open with a crash and your eyes fall on the disheveled figure running towards you. Your eyes brim with tears and you step back in shock.
“James?” He nods, panting and out of breath.
“Hi, sweetheart.” A sob forces its way out of your chest and you hop over the bar, throwing yourself into his arms.
“Oh my god, is this real life?” You bury your face into his neck, basking in the familiarity of him. Being a woman out of time, it feels nice to have something that feels like home. Sam watches in utter shock, not used to seeing Bucky being so gentle; he touches you like you’re fragile and made of glass, but he can’t get close enough; he craves your touch.
“It’s real.” Grabbing his face in your hands, you caress his cheeks just as he did to you decades earlier.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I thought you were dead.” He sniffles quietly and you press a bruising kiss to his lips, salty tears dripping down both of your faces and into your mouths. For the first time in nearly 80 years, you feel whole again, like the missing piece inside your heart has finally been filled.
“Missed you so much. Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“I told you I’d be back.”
“Took you a damn long time, baby.”
“I know, I’m so sorry.” A tear trickles down his face and you wipe it away as soon as it falls, kissing his cheek tenderly. You’re holding him together - his cracked and broken form yearns for you - he needs you. You need each other.
“It’s okay. You’re here now.” You untangle yourself from him and walk to the door, him trailing after you like a lost puppy. You flip the open sign to closed before turning back around to face him.
“No one comes in here on weekdays anyway. There’s no point staying open.” you chuckle, lacing your fingers with Bucky’s. You frown as a whirring sound erupts from his other side and you take his hand inquisitively, only to find it’s made of metal. “What happened to your arm?”
“An accident. It was a long time ago.”
“Oh, baby.” you whisper brokenly. “I think we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Can we save that for tomorrow? I don’t want to talk right now.”
“Okay.” You step towards him, shaking, and he steadies you, his eyes concerned. Everything hits you at once as your brain processes and you stagger to the nearest chair, collapsing into it. Bucky crouches in front of you and takes your hands in his, rubbing soothing circles into them.
“Woah, doll. You’re okay. It’s okay.” You try to breathe but your lungs feel constricted and you panic. “Shit, Y/N. Come on, sweetheart.” He pulls you onto the ground, encapsulating you in his arms as you struggle to process what’s happening. You’re terrified that he’s going to leave again.
“Please don’t go.” you whimper softly. “Please. I can’t do it again.” His heart shatters at your quiet pleas; he’s distraught at the former shell of yourself you’ve become, no longer vibrant and full of life.
“I’m not going anywhere.” he coos. “I’m here.”
You stay there for another few minutes, letting his heartbeat calm you, until you glance at your watch and curse.
“Shit! I should be going. I need to get home.”
“Come home with me.” he whispers to you.
“Please. Just for tonight.” he brushes your hair out of your face, pressing your foreheads together.
“I’m not letting you go again.”
“You better not.”
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Stark Expo // B.B.
Prompt: “Are you trying to seduce me?” “Why? Are you seducible?” A Walk To Remember
Word Count: 752
This is for @bemine-bucky 's writing contest and for those that want to participate in the competition check out their pinned post. Also sorry but it doesn't let me add a read more option since I write on my phone.
You'd known Bucky since you were eleven after he stopped that kid from beating up Steve. It was no surprise when after several years you developed a crush on him.
But what you did expect was for him to like you back. He'd asked you out when you were fifteen and him seventeen but since you knew Steve was overprotective of you, you declined and said when you're older.
When you found out that he was leaving the next morning, you decided to ask him out, scared that you might never get to tell him how you feel.
He agreed. After years of flirting and dating random people, he just stopped everything all because he loves you. Bucky's first suggestion was dinner out until you mentioned wanting to go to the Stark Expo.
Not even two hours later, you were running, hand in hand to the front of the crowd to see the main attraction; stark's flying car. You turn to Bucky in excitement as the vehicle hovers in the air just as he says "holy cow."
You frown as the car falls down to the stage again and Stark laughs, saying "I did say a couple of years, didn't I?"
After that Bucky suggests going to your regular diner since they now do takeaway. You take a bite out of the burger as you walk through the empty park with James.
"So, war, huh?" you say, hating how awkward you sound. "Yeah, we're gonna take down some nazis" he said, sending a wink your way, "don't worry, I'm sure I'll still be single when I get back."
"I don't think anyone in the 107th are particularly attractive other than one sergeant barnes, I believe you know him" you tease, reaching out to hold his hand.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Rogers?” he asks, in mock astonishment. “Why? Are you seducible?” you grin, turning to him with a slight smirk.
"At least wait until the third date" Bucky says, all of the sudden stopping to look to you. "But I'm in the mood so why don't we take this to my room?"
"Mr Barnes, be more modest" you tease, feigning shock. "You're the one trying to seduce me" he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
The next morning, you woke up to see Bucky getting his things. After that amazing night, you were suddenly pulled back into the world of war and him leaving you for a while.
"Y'know, you better win that war fast for me" you mock threaten, despite being terrified that you'll loose him completely.
"Doll, you know I love you, don't worry" James says soothingly, rubbing circles into your back. "Also, I have something for you. Close your eyes and I'll get it out now."
You do as asked and hear him moving some things before he says "you can open your eyes now". Doing as he said, you see him holding a golden heart shaped necklace.
"Look at this" Bucky said, opening it up to reveal a picture of you and him in one side from your twelfth birthday and one from a couple of months ago.
"It's amazing, thank you" you say, shocked at the gift. "It was meant for your birthday but since I likely won't be here for it, I'm giving it to you now" he explains as you pull him into a warm hug.
With his arms wrapped securely around you, you take in his smell as you look up to him and press a kiss to his lips. "I love this, I love you, Buck" you say after pulling away.
"Please, don't go. I don't wanna loose you" you manage out as tears begin falling. "Doll, I promise I'll be back for you soon" James whispers into your ear whilst trying to hold back his tears.
"How long do we have?" you ask. "I have to go in two hours" he admits, "at least we have some time". "Bucky, please don't forget me" you practically beg.
"How can I? I love you" James reassures as the two of you separate reluctantly before going down to the kitchen for breakfast.
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fic rec 12!
just a collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately!
as usual, no specific order. :)
This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:
PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A
(Divider by @bwbatta)
Bucky x reader:
Operation Freefall by @constantwriter85
Bucky x reader (set in 40s and present day)
“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”
Stark Hub bts drabbles/hcs: one // two // three by @world-of-aus
pornstar!Bucky x pornstar!reader
“A COLLECTION OF ONE-SHOTS SET IN AN AU WORLD WHERE THE BOYS ARE PORN STARS WORKING FOR STARK ENTERTAINMENT”
Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite
Bucky x reader
“It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?”
Run to You by @specialk-18
bodyguard/army vet!Bucky x actress!reader
“Being a protector…Bucky knew that feeling all too well – serving in the military would do that to a man. But Bucky swore to himself he was out of that life. All until a job fell into his lap that he just couldn’t resist.”
It’s A Deal follow up one shots from the series by @justreadingfics
Bucky x reader
“You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.”
The Boxer Next Door by @clints-lucky-arrow
boxer!Bucky x neighbor!reader, 40s Bucky/pre TFA
“You haven’t yet had the chance to introduce yourself to the group of young men who have moved in next door. Especially the handsome one who owns the bedroom window that faces your own. However, on a busy night working in the hospital’s emergency room, that chance unexpectedly presents itself.”
The Things We Carry by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky x reader, enemies to lovers
“You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?”
Untitled single dad fic by @angie-likes-to-art
single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader
“You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.”
Alpine Adjustment (sequel to You’re the Sunflower) by @aries-writingblog
Bucky x reader
“it’s been five months since they adopted Alpine, so why does she only like Bucky?”
Rehab by @mymoonagedaydream
Bucky x reader
“You weren’t expecting any meaningful results from court-mandated therapy, so meeting him really threw you for a loop.”
The Mating Program by @multi-stann
alpha!Bucky x omega!reader
“In desperation, you go to the only place you know of where you’re sure you’ll be able to find an alpha- more like set up with one. Little do you know, the one you get isn’t all too fond of the idea, and he pushes you away.”
Melted Hearts by @bxckybxrnxs
Bucky x Avenger!reader, friends w/ benefits to lovers
“On a mission to Siberia in Winter, you, Bucky, Steve and Sam are stuck overnight at a dingy hotel. Luckily for you, the hotel has a bar. Unluckily for you, each time you get drunk you find yourself kissing Bucky like there’s no tomorrow, but the ‘friends with benefits’ type arrangement the two of you appear to have, isn’t really working out anymore. And what a surprise: it turns out there’s only one bed!”
Heart-Eyed Surprise by @wienerbarnes
teacher/biker!Bucky x bartender!reader
Reader meets Bucky at a bar... surprised to learn the tattooed biker’s occupation.
Play the Game by @buckys-black-dress
college/fratboy!Bucky x reader
“When you’re suddenly forced into the partying scene at your college campus by your roommate, you meet some of your school’s most notorious fraternity brothers. Unfortunately, one of them seems to have taken a liking towards you. His name? Bucky Barnes. Charming, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it. And although you might not know it when you first meet him, he has a few secrets hidden up his sleeves. Will you be able to move past these secrets, or will you have to let whatever you had with him go?”
The Devil’s in the Details by @bucky-bucket-barnes
Bucky x avenger/enhanced!reader, enemies to lovers
“You and Bucky didn’t always give into the other’s twisted little games. You didn’t always hate each other. You didn’t always quip back and forth, the other waiting to see who would break first. Now, there you were, accompanying Bucky on a mission to a ballroom of all places. Despite your tense history, Bucky can’t help but assume a protective role around you, guarding you like a crown jewel as you complete the task at hand. But who’s to say he plans on keeping his hands off of you?”
A Favour by @buckysbabygorl
Bucky x reader
“The team is close, obviously. They thought they knew everything about each other… until Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. And she’s eagerly waiting for that to change. Everyone is happy to step up to the plate, regardless of Bucky’s feelings for Y/N. Can he confess before it’s too late?”
Tag! You’re It by @morsmordre-writes @buckysmischief
modern!Bucky x reader, social media AU
“Bucky falls for Wanda’s college roommate, too bad she’s less than interested.”
Along Came You by @world-of-aus
Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader
“He remembers the night he got the call, it had been unexpected, he hadn’t seen it coming, though to be fair you hadn’t either. He had listened to you scream that night damning him and Steve to hell.
“Did you know,” you screamed, “did you know about the two of them, were you ever going to tell me, were you just going to continue to lie to my face!”
He hadn’t, he wouldn’t, Bucky truly had no idea of the infidelity of his best pal.Funny. Could he even call him that anymore, could he even call Steve his best pal after what he had done to you?”
Dancing with Death by @strwbrrybucky (can’t tag)
death!Bucky x mortal!reader
“you died, but unfortunately you have no recollection on how you passed. death has a proposal for you, helping you find out how you passed, as long as you give him your loyalty for eternity. why not fall in love with death?”
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(In the words of @sharpie-arpi) tHeY LoOk So aLikE
Look at this dork I love him 🥺
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"barnes stole a jeEp" now there's something i never knew i needed
seb would have the exact same look and you can't tell me otherwise
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Secret Book Club
Pairing: 40's!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky's got a new book and he just can't seem to put it down.
Word Count: 365
a/n: Based on Bucky saying he read ‘The Hobbit’ in 1937 in the new TFAWS trailer. Always knew our boy was a nerd.
Bucky sat sprawled out on the couch, legs crossed and book in hand. He was completely immersed in the story. So much so that he felt as though the battle he was reading about was unfolding right in front of him.
“Hey Buck,” You smiled, as you joined him in the living room of your shared apartment. He only barely acknowledged you with a brief nod as you took a seat beside him, his eyes not leaving his book.
You smirked when Bucky's expression shifted to one of surprise as he eagerly turned the page. “What are you reading?” He wordlessly closed the book ever so slightly so you could see the cover.
You hummed in curiosity. “What's it about?” You asked, noticing how he was already nearing the end of the novel.
“Dwarves, wizards,” Bucky explained, the excitement evident in his tone. “Oh, and a dragon.”
You couldn't help the smile that pulled at your lips at the sight of Bucky curled up beside you with his nose stuck in a book.
“I never took you for a nerd, Barnes,” you joked and Bucky turned to you with a harmless glare.
“I am not a nerd,” he said plainly, turning the page. “You're confusing me with Steve.”
You leaned into him, Bucky lifting his arm so you could rest comfortably against his chest. “I think it's cute.” You shrugged and Bucky chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your head.
“You should read it. It's amazing.”
He closed the book over and placed it aside, turning his attention fully to you. Gently catching your chin, he turned your head so your lips met his in a sweet kiss. You smiled against him.
“Can you read it to me?” You breathed quietly. “Please?”
One glance at you and Bucky melted. “Sure thing, Doll." He smirked, stealing another kiss before leaning back and grabbing the book. "Get comfortable.”
You moved further up the couch so that you were nestled perfectly into Bucky's side. You rested your head against his shoulder as he opened the book on the first page and cleared his throat.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”
tag list: @miraclesoflove @bakerstreethound @doozywoozy @kealohilani-tepise
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The Scientist | Bucky Barnes
Time to cry
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*it’s been a long long time plays*
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for a blurb, bucky x reader and rain
This turned into a bit more than a blurb... oops. I love you Ms. Divine. I hope you enjoy.
4 times you enjoy the rain and the 1 time it ruins you
40s Bucky x fem!reader.
Not my gif
1.) The first time you meet Bucky its absolutely downpouring. You're running from awning to awning, trying your best to dance between each drop. You are halfway home and looking life a soaked mess when you stop under the last awning for a block. You're trying to psych yourself up for the next bit of your journey when all of a sudden an umbrella appears over your head.
"Can I walk you home?" He asks, you smile and thank him, telling your name.
He returns the grin and says, "James but my friends call me Bucky."
"Is that what we are? Friends?" You ask as you walk along the sidewalk, huddled together to try and keep out of the rain.
He smiles, "We are now."
2.) There's a light sprinkle when Bucky knocks on your door. Your mother answers and calls for you, Bucky’s face breaks into a smile as you come down the stairs.
"You look like a vision, doll." He takes your hand and gently kisses your knuckles before walking you to a car, borrowed from a friend. He opens the door for you and then you're off on your very first date.
He takes you to the drive in, and holds your hand during the movie. After the movie he takes you out for a malt before driving you home.
On your front porch he wraps his arms around you and presses a soft kiss to your lips, keeping it rather chaste knowing your mother is watching through the blinds.
3.) When Bucky asks you to be his girl, you're waiting for him by the docks, under the umbrella he walked you home with when you first met. He's just finished a long day in the rain and is utterly exhausted. He's looking forward to nothing more than seeing your shining smile, a bit of sunshine to break through the clouds that have been overhead all day. He throws his arm around your shoulders and pulls you close for a kiss, smiling against your lips.
He pulls away with a soft smile on his face, "I've been looking forward to that all day."
You laugh and gently push him away, "oh really Barnes?"
"Yea, I'm tired and I just wanted to see my girl." He pulls you close and smiles at you.
"Your girl?" You gently tease him, making sure the umbrella is protecting you both from the incessant drizzle.
"If you'll be mine that is?" He looks at you.
You wrap an arm around his neck and kiss him hard, mumbling "I thought you'd never ask."
4.) A year later you're sitting on a bench in Central Park, waiting for Bucky to bring you the drink he promised. He comes back and says, "I'm sorry, doll. They were all out but I got you this instead."
You look over to him expecting to see another drink or maybe a snack, but what you least expect to see is Bucky down on one knee with a ring in his hand. You gasp and slap a hand over your mouth looking at him.
Bucky smiles, "What do you say, love? Why don't we make this thing permanent?"
You throw your arms around him, practically tackling him to the ground as you kiss him. He laughs into your mouth, "I'll take that as a yes. Can I put it on you?"
You pull away just long enough for him to slide the ring onto your finger before you're kissing him again, and at that very moment the sky opens up and it begins to rain. Bucky laughs into the kiss and lifts you up spinning you around. Kissing you for a moment longer in the rain.
5.) You're wiping down the counter, listening to the pitter patter of the rain against the windows, when there's a knock on the door. The smile spreads across your face as you run to open it. You throw the door open, "Buc-" you pause seeing Steve standing on your doorstep. "Steve..?" You look at him.
Steve looks at you and as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, his breath catches in his throat. You shake your head hard, gasping out, "No... No Steve. Where is he?"
Steve pulls you into a hug and whispers against the top of your head, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The first sob that rips its way from your chest is painful. "He promised... Steve he promised."
Steve just crushes you to chest and holds you while you cry.
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