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lunarbuck · 1 year

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Jane!! I'm so excited for you and your 1.5k followers! Thanks for letting me be part of the things. In an effort to help you pick back up with BFB!Bucky, do you think we can see some sexy times? Maybe early on when they're still keeping it a secret?

I'm sorry i've made you wait like over a year for anything from this AU 😭 I hope you enjoy this!!!

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Thinking This Through

pairing: bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.7k

summary: A secret night with Bucky (from his POV)

warnings: secret relationship, fluff, pet names [pretty girl, baby, boo bear], oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), swearing

a/n: this part takes place before part 2 so it's technically out of order!! it's also in bucky's pov which was fun :)))

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I catch her eye from across the bar and find myself smirking into my beer. No matter where she is, no matter how many people are in the room, I always manage to find her. It’s like she fucking calls to me, a siren singing her beautiful song to lure me in.

Well fuck it, I don’t care if she’s a siren. I want her all to myself.

Some girl slides up next to me, getting way too close for comfort, and batts her long eyelashes at me. “You wanna buy me a drink?” She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I can tell she bleaches it too much; it looks fried.

“Not really,” I reply, not caring to soften my tone for this girl. Maybe before I would’ve bought her one, maybe I would’ve entertained whatever this girl is trying to accomplish, but not anymore. Not since Becca’s gorgeous best friend turned my world upside down.

“You sure?” I feel the girl’s long, manicured fingers squeeze my arm, and I have to bite back the urge to tell her I’m taken. We’re not telling people yet. Neither of us are ready for the consequences of Becca finding out.

“He’s sure,” Steve says, patting me on the back. The girl rolls her eyes as Steve shoos her away, but I don’t bother watching her leave. My eyes are back on the only girl I want to see tonight and every night.

She smiles at me brightly before her friend snags her attention again. Steve orders us another round as I text her. I want her with me tonight; I don’t care where we end up. I just want us together.

Bucky: You got plans after this, pretty girl?

Boo Bear: hm… i’m not sure yet

Bucky: Boo Bear? Really?

Boo Bear: i’m surprised it took you this long to notice

Bucky: anyways, i’ve decided you have plans we’re going home together in 20 minutes.

Boo Bear: becca’s hanging out with ethan tonight, she said she won’t be home until after her class tomorrow morning

Bucky: perfect, see you in a few, boo bear

I try not to smile too hard at my phone, especially with Steve standing right next to me. He’s caught me practically kicking my feet while I text her way too many times. It’s becoming a problem at this point.

Steve and I shoot the shit for a bit, and I pay my tab, shooting off another text to my girl, letting her know to meet me across the street. A few minutes later, I see her exit the crowded bar. She looks fucking fantastic, good enough to eat. Her jeans are tight in all the right places, and her top shows off enough skin to make my mouth water.

I never get over how perfect she looks, no matter what she wears or where we are. I don’t know how I held off for so long; I’m addicted now.

“Hey, boo bear,” I whisper once she’s close enough. I tug her close and breathe her in, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Hey, Buck.”

The second the door shuts behind us, I’m on her. I press her against the wall, loving how soft she is against my body. Her hands grip my shirt, nails gently scraping against my chest. I kiss her deeply, tasting her.

“You’re gonna kill me, Buck,” she whispers, nipping at my lip. I dip my head, kissing along the soft skin of her neck as my hands trace down her body. I hook my arms under her legs and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“You got it all wrong, pretty girl. You’re gonna be the death of me.” I walk us to the couch and sit, positioning her on my lap, and she immediately grinds her hips against me, drawing a groan out of me.

I tug at the bottom of her shirt until she lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head, and I bite back a moan at the sight of her in just her bra and tight jeans. My lips immediately attack her collarbone, biting and nipping a trail down to her perfect tits.

She watches me, lips parted, as my hands find their way to her back, undoing the clasp on her bra. When I pull the garment away, she shivers, and I practically come in my goddamn pants.

“I love when you look at me like that,” she whispers, fingers tugging at my hair. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over the bud. She gasps, gripping me tighter.

While I tease her with my mouth, my left hand traces her skin, the metal cool against her heated body, and my right finds the button on her jeans.

“Pants. Off, Now,” I tell her.

“Ooh, Caveman Bucky is coming out to play,” she teases, standing on shaky legs to strip her jeans off. I shift until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, my eyes level with her belly, and gaze up at her.

She’d never believe her if I told her, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I run my fingers along the band of her panties; she’s ticklish there, before I tug them down her legs. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Buck,” she tells me, reaching for my shirt. I let her pull it off of me, my jeans following soon after, and before I know it, I have her pressed into the couch with my head between her legs.

I love the way she grips my hair, showing me exactly what she wants while I eat her out. My hips grind against the couch, seeking any sort of friction I can find. I work her up with my tongue and fingers, desperate to feel her come.

Her face twists up, and she makes these beautiful breathy sounds, and I know she’s close. “Come on, baby, come for me,” I practically grunt, circling her clit the way she likes.

She comes with my name on her lips, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m the one that gets to do this to her, the one that gets to have her like this. I shift off the couch and pick her up, carrying her to her room.

I settle her onto the bed, kiss her until she’s breathless one more time, and run out into the main room to grab our clothes. We can never be too careful. Once I’m back, I pounce on her. I’m starving when it comes to my girl. I can never get enough.

“Please, Bucky,” she whines when I settle myself between her legs. She can feel how much I want her, how badly I’m aching for her, but I need her to beg a little more.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper. She knows what I want her to say.

“Fuck, Bucky, please fuck me.” I grin and sit up, watching her writhe on the bed. I fucking love her like this.

“You want me to fuck your pretty pussy?” I ask her, running my thumb over her sensitive clit.

“Please, please, please,” she chants, giving in to the feeling.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” I line my cock up with her and slowly press in, gritting my teeth at how tight she is. Once I’m fully inside her, I don’t move slow; I don’t give her much of a warning before I set a quick, deep pace.

I kiss her all over, needing to feel her everywhere. Her hands grip my back, scratching her nails against my skin, and I love that I’ll probably have marks tomorrow. Steve’ll probably give me shit, but I can’t wait.

I lose myself in fucking her, in pouring myself into the beautiful girl below me. She’s blissed out, loving the pleasure I give her. I press deeply inside of her, making her moan. She clenches around me, and I know she’s close again.

I help her turn over, lifting her hips into the air. She settles her upper body onto the mattress, and I have to groan at how perfect she looks like this. Gripping her hips, I press back into her and fuck her, my dick hitting deeper inside her in this position.

She’s a bumbling mess, moaning incoherently, and a sense of pride bubbles up in me. I know I won’t last much longer, so I reach around and find her clit again, bringing her back up to her peak.

“Come on, pretty girl.” She presses her hips against me, begging me to keep going. “I know you wanna come again; you wanna come all over my dick, don’t you?” She nods even though her face is pressed into the mattress.

“Yes, Bucky.”

“Then come for me, baby. I wanna see you come on my cock.” I fuck her harder, picking up the pace on her clit, and a few moments later, she comes hard, sending me over the edge right along with her.

Together, we collapse onto the bed, and I pull her close, needing the skin to skin contact. I know I need to get up and grab a towel so I can clean her up, but right now, this is where I need to be. I need to be wrapped up in my girl.

As we’re catching our breath, I hear the front door click open, and the familiar sound of my sister’s voice rings loudly through the apartment. I roll my eyes as I stand, looking for my boxers. I look over at my girl and see her frantically searching for her phone. When she grabs it, she shows me a text from Becca saying that since Ethan’s roommate is home, they’re coming back here.

I stifle a laugh; we always have shit luck with this stuff. We settle back into bed and wait for Becca and Ethan to find their way into Becca’s room, but in the meantime, I enjoy cuddling with my beautiful girl.

I want to go public. I want to tell Becca. I hate all this secret stuff, even though it’s fun sometimes. Hopefully, she feels the same. I press a kiss to her forehead as she scrolls through her various social media apps and make sure she knows just how much I like being here with her.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 11 months

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Welcome to June babes 🩷💙 I had a very hectic May but I'm thankful for all the gorgeous stories I got to read in between! As always, make sure you give these incredible writers and their stories the love they deserve 🌷 this blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and may cover dark themes - you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading lovelies ☀️

Steve Harrington ✨

Sweet on you / sugar sugar / hard candy by @upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Playing for keeps by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (friends to lovers)

I'll take you higher by @andvys

Vampire!Eddie Munson x female reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Thinking this through by @lunarbuck

bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)

For the first time by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Interrupted by @holacia3

Joel Miller x reader

Colin Shea ✨

Soul sucker by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Colin Shea x Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Hard pill to swallow by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

I am his and he is mine by @flordeamatista

andy barber x latina!reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Stitched by @ichorai

sam wilson x super soldier!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

#fic rec #may fic rec #steve harrington #eddie munson #bucky barnes #joel miller #colin shea #curtis everett #andy barber #sam wilson

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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pov: you know each other since childhood and he is your best friend's older brother - long stares during dinners at your bff's house, bumping into him late at night in the kitchen (bestfriendsbrother!bucky) 💙

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dollwritesarchive · 5 years

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fyi, if i get any fics written while i’m doing my 1k celebration, i might just queue them to be posted.

#ans #25% through buckynat x reader #50% through bucky x plus size reader #75 % through bfb one #annnddd 15% through hal carter fluff #atm

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barnesafterglow · 3 years

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super rich kids

summary: kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend's brother is just the norm on the upper east side

pairing: college!bfb!bucky x f!reader

word count: 5.5k

warnings: light/implied smut (MINORS DNI), swearing, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, brief mention of drugs, mean girl shit, the smallest reference to super rich kids by frank ocean

a/n: this was written for my sweet, sweet best friend @pellucid-constellations who has been whining about me finishing this for like a week. i hope you enjoy my dive into my youth's gossip girl obsession and cheers to me pumping out this many fucking words somehow xoxo

read part two here!

Flashing lights. Loud music. Lines of something you only tried once, or twice, or maybe three times. Never a parent in sight, but a credit card that always got paid. More fake friends than a mean girls movie. The Silver Spoon Club was all you had even known. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, or you’d be on the front page of a gossip magazine. The Upper East Side is not a place for sustainability, not a shred of hope or romance. Bad decisions and Ivy Leagues were the center of your world. Is that why when you saw your best friend’s older brother, your first thought was to drag him to the roof? Bad decision. And then next thing you know you’re half naked wrapped in nothing but a button up shirt too expensive to be conceivable, as the sun rose over the New York skyline - Bad. Decision.

But that’s just the life you were born into. Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends. You never had the need to fix your mistakes, Daddy would do that for you. So you flitted through life, straight A student by day, Upper East Side’s most elite it girl by night. Always the life of the party, always taking the hottest guy home, just to never see him again. But that was impossible with Bucky. He was your best friend’s brother. She’d never forgive you. It could never happen again; she could never know. So why were you bringing him back to your penthouse for another round of morning sex? Just another bad decision.

“Goddamn this is better than I ever imagined,” Bucky looked up from between your thighs with the smug expression he had mastered even as a kid, always getting what he wanted - but hey, weren’t you all? The sexual tension had always been there, since the second you hit puberty all you wanted was to jump his bones. He was your first for pretty much everything, halfway just out of convenience. But when Becca found out? God you thought you’d never hear the end of it. It went on for weeks, lectures to both of you, making sure you stayed ten feet apart if you happened to be in the same room. So much that it left a bad taste in both of your mouths, swearing you would never do it again. And so teasing insults turned into hurtful jabs and pigtail pulling turned to shoulder bumps. It was never the same after that, the only thing that remained was the sexual tension.

So you had one night with him. She didn’t have to know. Plus it had been six years, you were adults now, surely she couldn’t be as mad as before, right? Regardless, you weren’t about to take that chance. She was the one person you could trust in this world you lived in. Bucky too, not that you would ever admit it, but you would always be there for each other.

And that's why you didn't entirely mind his hands roaming up your body until he finally decided to collapse beside you. But as good as the sex was, you had to end this now.

“Alright stud, get your clothes and get out before your sister shows up.” You didn’t have any plans with her but she loved to come over unannounced. “And this is so not happening again.”

You could tell he didn’t believe you by the kiss he dropped to your cheek and the heat that rushed to your face when he winked, walking out of your bedroom. As soon as you heard the door to your apartment close, you wanted him back in your bed. God, you were so fucked.

“Oh my god, you totally got fucked last night! Who was it this time? Not some rerun, I hope. Everyone knows you're a one and done girl.” Beck was never one for subtly, but can you blame her when she faces no consequences? Not that any of you did, but some of you had more tact, barely. “C’mon give me the details babe.”

This is not happening right now, no way. “Oh, it’s not a big deal, just some guy.” You hoped you sounded nonchalant enough that she would drop it, but you knew her too well.

“Just some guy? Oh my god you are totally into it. Normally, you’d be talking nonstop, but now you won’t spill anything. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.” And that was it, for now. You knew she would soon be on a warpath, determined and connected - such a dangerous combination. That’s why it wasn’t happening again. Soon enough she was in her own world, talking about the party that was happening this weekend to celebrate the beginning of winter break - not that you ever needed a reason to party. You were planning to do a couple shots and put Bucky to the back of your mind; you had done a good enough job of it up until now.

But how were you supposed to put him to the back of your mind when he showed up to your spot in the library with your favorite coffee in hand. “How’s my favorite girl? Not done with finals yet?”

“Bucky! Sit the hell down before someone sees you.” He plopped down in the chair across from you, with a genuine sweet smile. “No, I have one more left, in an hour, and I’m freaking the fuck out. My entire grade depends on this, and if I don’t pass I won’t graduate next year.” He stopped you rambling with a gentle touch to your hand, the one you hadn’t realized was gripping your pen so hard your knuckles were white.

“Hey, you’re gonna kill this, alright? You’re a genius - literally the smartest person I know. Don’t stress so much, everything will work out.”

Even though you knew deep down he’s always been a good person, it still shocked you that he was being serious. Along with his kind words, he also stayed with you the entire time you continued to study, and even walked you to your final; he wrapped you in a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the crowd of students. Stunned, you walked in a bit of a daze into your final.

Though you went in a little cloudy, you walked out feeling on top of the world - you had totally aced it, and you were done for the semester. You were convinced nothing could ruin your good mood. Until you got a text from Becca:

We need to talk. Now.

You were fucked.

You had never been so goddamn scared in your life as you were the moment Becca walked through your door. You had made Natasha and Wanda come over for moral support, and also to make sure she didn’t kill you, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Oh thank god you’re all here, I can tell everyone at once. You know how I hate to repeat myself.” Your eyebrows scrunch together. Was she really going to do this in front of your friends? Wasn’t she decent enough to at least talk to you one on one before she told everyone else? “Someone sent me a picture of Bucky with a girl. This morning. He was seen with a girl during the daytime. He’s either really sick or really serious. And as the most amazing little sister in the world, I’m gonna figure out who this bittch is and rip her a new one before she hurts him, or worse, ruins his reputation. And you, my amazing and loyal best friends, are going to help me.”

Okay, you lied, you were really scared now. Hell hath no fury like Rebecca Barnes dragging someone down. You knew what she was capable of, and even helped her a few times, but you had never been on the receiving end of it. You thought that as her best friend, you would be granted immunity from her, but you supposed you couldn’t have that if she didn’t know it was you she was hunting down; and honestly you could only pray that she would have mercy if she did find out anyways.

But then you thought about who you were. You were part of the most elite of the elite in New York fucking City. You could handle whatever she threw at you. But that didn’t mean you were going to make it easy. You wouldn’t be stupid, but you wouldn’t be scared either. If Bucky was what you wanted, and he wanted you too, then you would damn well have him.

“Whoever it is, give the girl a break, it’s not like we have any reason to manhunt for her right now. One person saw her once, that doesn’t mean he’s ready to ask anyone for their hand in marriage. Give it a break for now.” It was a good thing you already had a power struggle between the two of you, constantly vying for queen bee position, so you challenging her wouldn’t make her suspicious. If anything, it would get her mind off it, and onto you.

This had been happening for as long as you could remember. Private school best friends who grew up going to the same tea parties and fighting for the best chair. Then it was middle school, and who had the cutest crush and the newest phone. By high school, your relationship was all but defined: people liked you more, but she got shit done. So you were the dynamic duo. Prom queen and her maiden. Cher and Dionne. One always shining more than the other. It was no secret that she hated it, and could take you down if she wanted, but she resigned to the side kick because she knew her status would take a hit no matter how hard she tried to drag you. Despite your formative years spent always on the edge of a catfight, there was an unspoken agreement of trust, and as you got older, those statuses faded away. There was no hero and sidekick. You shared your mutual friends, but you didn’t do everything attached at the hip. That shared trust became much more in your adulthood and you truly did consider her your best friend, even though there was still that touch of cattiness that couldn’t ever truly be shaken.

“You’re right. It doesn’t really matter yet and I have plans tonight anyways. I have to get a new dress for the party tomorrow and I can’t be stressed while shopping for something so important. I’ll see you ladies tomorrow night.” And with a wink, she was out the door in a flurry of perfume and purses.

You, Nat, and Wanda all shared a knowing glance. Becca was not letting this go by any means, and that party was sure to be interesting. Everyone better come prepared.

As soon as your friends were out the door, you texted Bucky. He waited 10 minutes, then walked the 3 blocks to your empty penthouse.

As soon as he walked in, he placed his hands on each side of your face, and kissed you deeply. You were expecting him to be horny, but you weren’t expecting that. The feel of his hands caressing your face, one hot and one cold, made you melt into his embrace. Bucky’s arm had always been a topic of gossip. Your close circle knew and no one ever cared, because there was no reason to. But the other kids stared and whispered. No one had ever been brave enough to say anything until freshman year of high school, when an outsider showed up at Regis High. He was new money, and had no idea of the social hierarchy, so he saw Bucky’s arm and assumed he was an outcast. The comment rolled off Bucky’s back, they always had. But you and Becca were airing his dirty laundry before the school day ended. He wasn’t there the next day and you found out a year later his parents had sent him to military school for his unsightly actions. No one ever said a word about it again.

When he finally released you from his hold, you took a step back. Then another. You needed a clear head while you talked to him, and both your body and your mind began working against you while you were in his orbit.

“And here I was, thinking you had invited me over for a third round. I knew you couldn’t get enough.” He made his way towards you, every step forward resulted in you taking a step back, until you were flush against the wall with nowhere to go. Bucky leaned down, mouth beside your ear, in a whisper so low it was barely audible, “I want you more than you know, Ray.” The childhood nickname left you reeling, your mind flashing back to much younger days.

You never knew where it came from, just that he had called you it since you were around 12, and it just stuck. You could tell it was special to him.

“Buck-” You were caught off guard again by the tenderness in his kiss, as he wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to your bedroom, and sat you gently on the bed. You knew you should stop him, knew that you needed to talk to him first, so you had boundaries. But it was so easy to get lost in the feel of his hands and lips roaming your body. And before you knew it, you were giving Bucky everything you had.

Later, as you laid in bed together, he turned to you and finally asked why you had needed him to come over. So you told him about Becca’s earlier rant, and how you didn’t feel like starting a series of fights and make-ups that would inevitably happen if she found out. So you filled Bucky in on your plan for the foreseeable future, or for at least as long as you continued to hook up. Any party, function, or dinner, he needed to have a girl on his arm, either coming or leaving. You would do the same, and continue your flirting with all the eligible assholes of the Upper East Side. The both of you would keep up your usual tricks so no one would suspect either of you had anything going on, both between you or otherwise. Eventually Becca would find some other gossip to get into, and everything would go back to normal.

“And where does that leave us? You want to keep hooking up?” He looked almost giddy as he spoke. “I thought it was just a one time thing, sweetheart; you’re really backtracking here. You’re lucky that pussy is addictive, otherwise I just might want everyone to know about our little rendezvous.”

Luckily, you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t serious, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Maybe that was why it had always been so hard to pretend to hate him. You knew you didn’t, but for Becca’s sake you both fell into the roll of annoying brother/sister. Your heart sunk a little at the thought that he may not feel the same way as you; that it was all just the sex for him. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to know.

“Oh get over yourself,” trying to ease your tension, though you couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. “I’ll admit I was a little hesitant, but you’ve actually gotten better since we were sixteen, believe it or not. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

You stood in the mirror looking at yourself, almost impressed by the outfit you had chosen for the party. Turning to inspect yourself from each angle, you looked damn good. The text from Becca confirming she was here had you fixing your hair one last time before heading down the elevator and sliding into the backseat of her car.

She told the driver directions, then closed the partition and settled in next to you. “Tonight is going to be something to remember, I can just feel it. No school for a month, and you and I both know there’ll be a party every other night after this. Be prepared for anything, my love.”

You couldn’t tell if her tone was one of excitement or perhaps a warning, but you decided to ignore the slight pit in your stomach as you leaned forward to grab the bottle of champagne. By the time you all had picked up a small group of your friends, you arrived to the party fairly tipsy. Linking arms with Becca, you waltzed in as if you owned because, well, you did. The club was done to the nines. Incandescent lights and the best DJ money can get. An open bar and more than enough room to dance and let loose. Your first stop was the bar, ordering a vodka sour and leaning back on the bar to wait. That was when you noticed Bucky at the far end, some girl clinging to his arm. Though she looked far more interested than him, it still sends a slight pang of jealousy through your body. He met your eyes, then wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss on her neck, his gaze never wavering. You were overcome with such an intense, foreign emotion, all you could do was throw your drink back before waving for another one. Slipping the bartender a generous tip for his instinct to make your next one just a bit stronger, you strutted off to the dance floor without another glance at Bucky.

After downing your second drinking and setting the empty glass on the tray of a nearby waiter, you drifted deeper into the throng of moving bodies, the alcohol making your body feel warm. The large pair of hands that grabbed your hips added to that warmth, as you turned your head to see Steve was the one who had stepped into your space.

“Hey sugar, how’s my pretty girl?”

“Steve, come on, you know not to call me that.” You had hooked up one time last year, and it was amazing, but laying in bed with him afterwards, the realization hit you that not only were you definitely better off as friends, but fucking Bucky’s best friend probably wasn’t the smartest move on your part. He acted indifferent at the time, making a jab at your tendency to ghost your conquests, and how you couldn’t avoid this one. Now you were sure that had been masking his true feelings, because when you glanced back to the bar, you saw his expression mirrored yours ten minutes earlier.

That image is what gave you the confidence to spin, pressing your chest to Steve’s, and pull his large frame down for a kiss. You had planned on giving him a nice peck, long enough to put Bucky on edge, but not enough that Steve thought you had more intentions than you let on. As you began to pull away, he grabbed the back of your neck and deepened it; you had forgotten what a damn good kisser he was. It left you in a bit of a trance as he pulled you through the crowd. It hit you when Steve had you pressed against the bathroom that you did not want to be doing this. You gave his shoulders a squeeze and he took a step back, giving you a knowing look. Before you could even get a word out, he was already laughing.

“Listen gal, I know about you and Buck.” You opened your mouth to protest but shut it at the look he gave you before continuing, “Don’t worry, he didn’t tell me, but you forget how well I know the both of you. Neither of you have had this much of a giddy glow around you since you lost your virginities. And it’s about damn time, because I’m sick of him whining that no other girl can compare to you. Go talk to him, finally confess, and put us all out of our misery.”

“First of all, I am not glowing, you’re delusional. Second, no matter what either of us feels, you know as well as I do that Beck would kill us before anyone even spoke a word of it. We can keep our little secret until we get sick of each other, and everyone else is none the wiser. Except you, apparently.” That made a triumphant grin appear on his face, though his brows furrowed a bit as he completely took in what you said.

“He’s not going to get sick of you. And you’re not going to get sick of him. You all have been pining for each other since we were twelve; I don’t know how I’m the only one who’s noticed. Whether you believe me or not, you know deep down the feelings you have for him go far beyond the sheets of your bed. So I’ll say it again. Go tell him. Before he gets stuck on the same stupid train of thought you are.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Of course you had feelings for Bucky; of course they weren’t just a side effect of the sex. It’s crazy how long it took you to realize it, but Steve’s encouraging smile had you biting your lip as you walked out of the bathroom in search of Bucky. Consequences be damned, you were going to tell him how you felt.

Except, he wasn’t at the bar anymore, and neither was the girl he had been with. Your eyes begin searching through the crowded club for him, and then you noticed Becca barrelling towards you.

“I saw her. The girl Bucky’s been with? I saw him take her up to the roof. I don’t know who she is, but she looked like a box-dyed bimbo. Probably a D-lister. God, they really need to up the security. Anyways, keep a look out for her, we need to show her she’s not welcome around here.” And that happened to be the moment Steve slid out of the bathroom, obviously hoping to go unnoticed, but bumped straight into Becca. She looked between the two of you before a wide grin took over her face. “I knew it had to be someone we were close to! You were so hush hush about your hook up, but I didn’t expect it to be Steve. I’m shocked, and a little upset that you’re trying to take one of my boys away from me. At least it’s not Bucky, right?”

Your breath caught in your chest and you threw a hopeless look at Steve. But before you could say anything, Becca was blazing a trail through the mass of people, to the stairwell door where Bucky and the girl were stumbling out. Your heart dropped to the floor, realizing he had taken her to the same place you all shared just a few weeks ago. But you didn’t have time to dwell on the fact as you rushed through the path Becca had made, watching in horror as she dumped her drink all over the poor girl’s head.

She let out a scared shriek, obviously having no clue what was going on, and you pushed Becca away before standing in front of the girl, trying to calm her down. You may have been reeking of jealousy just moments ago, but this was going too far.

“What the hell, Beck! What is wrong with you?” She scoffed in response, the only other explanation offered was along the lines of she deserved it. Her unbothered expression turned into confusion and anger as you led the girl, whose name you had now learned was Amelia, to the bathroom to help clean her up. She was obviously very confused, but you just offered her a reassuring smile, telling her that you would make sure nothing like this ever happened again. You called an uber, handing her a wad of bills and pushing her into the car before she could refuse. The last thing you saw was the grateful look on her face as the car drove off.

As it disappeared around the corner, you heard the distinct sound of heels behind you.

“What the fuck! You just made me look like a total bitch back there! So much for being my best friend, now what is everyone going to think?”

Resisting the urge to simply knock her on her ass, you showed restraint, attempting to take the high road. “That was unnecessary, Beck! I know you think you have some hold over Bucky that makes you think he can’t make his own decisions, and he can’t devote any more than a night’s attention to any girl other than you, but get. The fuck. Over it. It’s petty, childish, and not something I want in my life. We are twenty fucking one years old! This isn’t high school, there are no homecoming queens, and everyone’s life doesn’t revolve around you. I know you’re used to getting everything you want, but grow up. Money and meanness doesn’t make friends, it’s about time you figured that out.” By the time you finished, you were almost out of breath, and had no idea what to expect from Becca as a reaction.

“I guess I need to go find some ‘new friends’ then. Good luck on your own, babe, you won’t matter without me.” Her driver pulled up at that exact moment, almost as if she planned it, and she slid into the car without a single glance back.

You knew what she said wasn’t true as well as she did, and you also knew she would get over it in a few days, coming over with a bottle of wine and your favorite chocolate so she didn’t actually have to say I’m sorry.

You were contemplating whether or not you would allow her back into your life when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you found Bucky behind you, guilt written all over his face. You could tell he wants to apologize, but you cut him off before he can get the chance.

“Just don’t. This was my idea, you don’t need to apologize. You were just doing exactly what you would always do if it weren’t for me. But I think this just goes to show that there shouldn’t be anything between us. Beck will cool down in a few days and everything will be normal; we’ll go back to pretending to hate each other, and the world will be right again. I’m sorry about this.”

You couldn’t look at his face, knowing you would break down the moment those icy blues met yours. So you headed in the direction of your apartment, needing the night sky and the cool air to clear your thoughts. You didn’t want to think about Bucky behind you on the sidewalk, watching your retreating figure with watery eyes.

Your walk home was surprisingly silent for this part of the city, and you were almost feeling better as you stepped through the door of your apartment. You immediately take off your coat and heels, intent on stripping down and taking a hot bath as a chaser for the shot to hell night. As you move past the living room, about to pull your dress over your head, you catch movement on your couch. You’re about to let out a scream when you realize it’s Bucky.

“James, what the hell are you doing here? I told you, we need to end this. I can’t stand to watch the man I love hook up with other girls then come back to me like I’m just another fuck. It’s been so damn hard to watch that for years, and I never even knew why. But now that I’ve had you, now that I’ve realized my feelings, I need to do everything I can to stop from getting hurt.” Tears were streaming down your face; mascara streaking and the bath long forgotten. You tried to get to your room without another look at Bucky, but he reached to grab your wrist as you went by, and pulled your body into his.

The look in his eyes was something of a fairytale and as he lifted a hand to wipe a tear from your cheek, you swore you could feel him returning your feelings wordlessly. “I can’t believe you love me too. I can’t believe this is real; it’s all I’ve wanted since I knew what love was. You have been it for me, and the fact that you could ever want me in the same way is something out of my dreams.” You didn’t think anything you said right now could be enough of a response, so instead you kiss him with as much passion as you possibly can, hoping to convey the hurricane of emotions you were feeling.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, and whispered, “I love you, Ray.”

“Why do you call me that, Buck? I never understood it.” He looked almost embarrassed to answer, heat creeping up his neck, and he gave you the prettiest smile you had ever seen.

“It’s because, to me, you are a ray of sunshine. You’ve brightened my world the day you walked into it, pig tails, plaid skirt, and all. Even when I didn’t know what it meant, or what I was feeling, you turned every dark emotion into a rainbow. Everything you’ve done for me, whether you realized it or not, made my life better.”

The tears were streaming down your face now, and it felt like you were cloud nine. Bucky led you towards the couch, kissing you like his life depended on it; and maybe it did.

“You were never just a fuck to me, you have to know that. Let me show you, let me make love to you.” Bucky lifted your dress over your head before sinking down to his knees, pulling your panties down with him. He worshipped your body in the best way he knew how, and before you knew it you were falling apart for him.

He kissed up your body and discarded his clothes before turning you around and bending you over the couch, with your bodies facing towards the front of your apartment. He kept his promise, making love to you slowly and deeply. You were both so enthralled with each other that you didn’t hear the front door open.

The thump of a bag dropping tore you out of your own world, both you and Bucky looking up in horror at the voice you heard. “I’m sorry, honey, I totally overreacted. Let’s kiss and make u-” Her words broke off as she rounded the corner.

Becca stood, mouth open in shock, phone clutched in hand, as she finally let herself breathe. You scrambled to put your dress on, Bucky struggling to do the same with his pants, as you tried to walk over to her. But by the time you were halfway decent, she was already grabbing her bag and walking towards the door. With one last astonished look, she slammed the door behind her.

You sunk to the floor, still reeling from what just happened. Bucky got on his knees beside you as the sobs began, stroking your hair and telling you everything was okay.

It had been a week. One whole week of radio silence. You tried to call and text a few times, but got no response. Bucky tried to go home the next day and talk to her, but she left the room the second she caught a glimpse of him. He eventually packed a bag and stayed with you.

You were in the kitchen contemplating breakfast as Bucky came in with two cups of coffee. He set them down and glanced at your phone. “Hey, your phone is going crazy. Have you checked it today?” You shook your head and made your way over. The first message you saw was from Becca, false hope filling your chest, until you opened the text, completely and utterly confused.

Good luck.

Skimming through the rest of your notifications, you saw headline after headline, all gossip magazines, all with a picture of you and Bucky half naked splashed over the pages.

You couldn’t believe Becca would do something like this. So twisted - so evil.

She took a private moment she intruded on and turned it into her version of revenge. The emptiness you felt at potentially losing your best friend morphed into pure rage. Who the fuck did she think she was? After everything you tried to help her with, after all the shit you forgave her for, fifteen years down the drain because she couldn’t stand the sight of you with her brother. Well fuck that. You still weren’t scared of her, and above all, you wouldn’t stoop to her level. So you intertwine your hand with Bucky’s, ready to go out for breakfast as if it were any other day. You wanted to show off your boyfriend, consequences be damned.

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imaginativeavengers · 3 years

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Day 1: Loki - Pegging (01-10-2021)

Day 2: Steve Rogers - Mafia AU - Bondage (02-10-2021)

Day 3: Loki - Temperature (03-10-2021)

Day 4: Tony Stark - Mafia AU - Breeding (04-10-2021)

Day 5: Pietro Maximoff - ABO (05-10-2021)

Day 6: Natasha Romanoff - Cockwarming (06-10-2021)

Day 7: Bucky Barnes - Facesitting (07-10-2021)

Day 8: Thor - Size Difference (08-10-2021)

Day 9: Loki - Mommy Kink (09-10-2021)

Day 10: Erik Killmonger - Choking (10-10-2021)

Day 11: Ransom Drysdale - Spitting (11-10-2021)

Day 12: Bucky Barnes - Mafia AU - Mirror Kink

Day 13: Natasha Romanoff - Spanking

Day 14: Stucky - Mafia AU - Degradation

Day 15: Natasha Romanoff - Spectrophilia

Day 16: Bucky Barnes - Biker AU - Toys

Day 17: Loki - CEO AU - Face Fucking

Day 18: Wanda Maximoff - Roommate AU - Praise Kink

Day 19: Carol Danvers - Squirting

Day 20: Steve Rogers - DBF AU - Pussy Slapping

Day 21: Tony Stark - ABO

Day 22: Yelena Belova - Titty Sucking

Day 23: Lee Bodecker - Breeding

Day 24: Pietro Maximoff - College/BFB/Innocent AU - Overstimulation

Day 25: Bucky Barnes - ABO

Day 26: Natasha Romanoff - Brat Tamer

Day 27: Tony Stark - DBF - Praise Kink

Day 28: Bucky Barnes - Baker AU - Pussy Eating

Day 29: Bruce Banner - Edging

Day 30: Stucky - Mafia AU - Voyeurism

Day 31: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff - Overstimulation

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lunarbuck · 1 year

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i finally made a playlist for my bfb!au <3 <3 <3 hopefully now i'll have motivation to finish part 5 :)))

#jane's writing #this must be my dream #bfb!bucky #bfb!bucky au #fic playlist #inspo playlist #Spotify

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undertailrainbowtale · 6 years

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Thicc Bucky? IDK

i can’t do logos on tumblr only do bfb so yeah gonna make it only with you on google plus.

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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☆ masterlist ☆

updated october 12- my blog is 18+ and so are all of my fics!!

Welcome to my masterlist <3 Here you will find all of my fics!! They are separated by character, and as I write for new people I will add them here :)

All of my reader/yn fics purposefully do not describe the reader's appearance much so the reader can be ANY RACE and in most cases, ANY BODY TYPE

please let me know if you have any specific requests for something you'd like to see <3

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read all individual warnings on posts before reading

Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier

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Popular Fics

This Must Be My Dream (bfb!bucky au)

Easy (bucky x f!avengers!reader)

What Once Was (Bucky Barnes x OFC)

Sheriff Lee Bodecker

Layin' Down the Law (Lee Bodecker x f!reader)

Clothes. Off. Now

Kinktober: Thigh Riding

Loki Laufeyson

Dance With The Devil (mafia!loki x f!reader)

Vampire!Loki Drabble

Sam Wilson - Captain America

Naughty List (Sam Wilson x f!reader)

Are you wearing my shirt? (Sam Wilson x f!reader)

Kinktober: Phone Sex

Steve Rogers - Captain America

Baby It's Cold Outside (Stuckyxf!reader)

Fever Pitch (Steve Rogers x f!reader)

In Our Element (college!stucky x f!reader)

Kinktober: Love Bites (Steve Rogers x f!reader)

Kinktober: Table/Threesome/Sensory Dep (Stucky x f!reader)

Kinktober: Double Penetration (Stucky x f!reader)

Ari Levinson

Say My Name (soft dark!ari x f!reader)

Beach Day (dbf!ari x f!reader)

Kinktober 2023

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lunarbuck · 1 year

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WIPs

Hello my friends!! Going into the new year, I have the goal to write even more than I did this year :) A way I'm hoping to motivate myself is to tell you guys what WIPs I have and maybe knowing that you know about them will encourage me to actually write them hehe so here they are!!

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Bucky Barnes

Slaughter pt. 3 (the winter soldier x f!reader) - Posted 8/15 Parasite

This Must Be My Dream pt. 5 (bfb!bucky x f!reader) Posted 5/17 - Thinking This Through

Mafia Au (Bucky x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes x therapist!reader (she's not his therapist so it's ethical besties)

Ari Levinson

soft!dark!ari x f!reader Posted 2/9 - Say My Name

Stucky

1940s!Stucky x f!reader

College!Stucky x f! reader Posted 6/17 - In Our Element

and then i have various ideas but no actual WIPs started for oneshots including Steve Kemp, Nick Fowler, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson

if you would like to request anything with these characters, please please let me know!!! I would love to indulge with you lmao

#jane says #jane's writing #writing wip #bucky barnes #ari levinson #stucky #steve kemp #nick fowler #loki laufeyson #steve rogers #sam wilson #new year new me baby

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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This Must Be My Dream (BFB!AU Masterlist)

Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

Status: In progress, updating occasionally not on a schedule

Summary: You've been best friends with Becca Barnes since third grade and have been pining over her older Bucky just as long

Warnings: age gap, swearing, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age!), oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, shower), praise, pet names [good girl, baby, sweetie, beautiful, pretty girl], little bit of a size kink, low-key angst, so much fluff, occasional angst

A/N: I finally made a masterlist post for this!! Here you will find all of the parts of my best friend's brother!bucky AU :) I will be posting new parts when I feel like it/get requests so please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future parts!! If you have any requests feel free to send them in, I'd love to hear from you <3

title is the 1975's song 'This Must Be My Dream'

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THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI WITH ANY PART OF THIS POST

Last updated: May 17 2023

Part 1: Not Givin It Up Again

Part 2: It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

Part 3: It's You And I, Tonight

Part 4: Love It If We Made It

Part 5: Thinking This Through

Extras:

Headcanon: PDA

Headcanon: Bucky takes care of you on your period

again, if you would like more parts feel free to send me requests/ideas!

If you would like to be tagged in future chapters/my other works please lmk <3

Series tags: @peaches1958 @prettylittlepluviophile @just-a-littlebit-of-everything @enchantedbarnes @writerwrites @beefybuckrrito @thatblackravenclaw @cloudyfeelin @broco8 @searchf0rtheskyline @ducky2104 @emmabarnes

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Hey ! I love your BFB!Bucky AU so much 🥰

I keep thinking about reader being Buckys date to a wedding and how fluffy it would be ! More PDA and just overall sweetness 😊

Sending love

thank you so much for sending in your ask!!! I was thinking I'd use it to do a little headcanon for bfb!bucky and pda :) I've never done something like this before so I'm sorry if it's bad or incorrect lol

(and thank you to @mumbles411 for helping me with ideas for what bucky would be like and for @cwbucky who helped me figure out what a headcanon even is lol!!!)

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Bucky always needs to have his hands on you

He loves holding your hands, warming your fingers between his

Keeping an arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close

A protective hand to your lower back or neck is his favorite

Bucky loves kissing you; he loves feeling you against his lips

Since he’s taller, he’s always kissing your forehead

But his favorite is kissing you breathless. He loves having you pressed against his chest, fingers tilting your head, devouring you.

When it’s not appropriate to make out with you, he makes sure to kiss your cheek, your neck, your fingers. He wants everyone to know you’re his.

Bringing Bucky as your plus one to a wedding means plenty of subtle PDA.

He wants to be respectful, but you look so damn good in your dress that he just can’t help himself.

While mingling during cocktail hour, Bucky keeps you tucked to his side, running his thumbs along your waist.

He presses his nose to your hair and whispers sweet words about how beautiful you look

Bucky can’t help but smile when you get flustered from his compliments and attention; he knows how to rile you up

Once the dancing starts, Bucky spins you around and lets his hands drop a little low, but you don’t mind.

Any time someone tries to cut in and dance with you, Bucky ignores them and sweeps you away, telling you that you’re for his eyes and hands only.

When you and Bucky are around friends (except for Becca, she doesn’t love the PDA), Bucky always needs to be beside you

If you’re sitting on the couch together, he drapes your legs over his, rubbing circles into your skin with his fingers

He rests a hand on your thigh that maybe is a bit higher than appropriate, but you’re not complaining

He holds your hand and plays with your fingers instead of fidgeting with his zipper or jacket

But when you’re just walking around, when it’s you and Bucky and the world, he tells you how much he loves you.

He whispers it to you, shouts it to the world, and makes sure that you never forget.

He sends you flowers and writes cheesy cards to go with them

Even when you’re asleep, he makes sure your dreams are sweet and loving.

You’ve turned him into a romantic

Bucky Barnes used to hate the goopy romantic stuff. He thought it was pointless and just made to sell romance movies. That was before you, before he felt the need to show you that he loves you with every fiber of his being. He never wants you to doubt, never wants you to question his love.

For the first time, Bucky sees a future with someone. Not just anyone, but you. He sees a possibility of something more, and he’s never been more scared or excited for anything in his life.

He’s not gonna let you go now that he’s got you. Never.

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in my future works :)

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general tags: @/peaches1958 @/scxrletrecsmarvel @/prettylittlepluviophile @/writerwrites @/w0nderw0mansw0rld

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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all i have in my head rn is best friend's brother bucky and he is also a drummer in a garage band. 😩🤤

#just me simping over bfb bucky and rockstar bucky at the same time #i do have a moodboard for that.#just chillin in my drafts.

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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For the bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky AU

Give us more! Give us their whole love story! Pretty PLEEEAAASE

How would these cuties try to hide from Becca to steal some alone time without getting caught?

I can imagine some hilarious moments while one is hidding under the bed when Becca comes into the room or something

Or Becca constantly asking reader about her secret lover because she just looks so happy and glowing all the time

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

Part Two of BFB!Bucky AU

part one - Not Givin' It Up Again (18+ Only)

part three - It's You and I, Tonight

Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

WC: 5k

Summary: Your best friend’s brother is finally yours, now what?

Warnings: age gap, swearing, oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, shower), praise, pet names [good girl, baby], low-key angst

A/N: I'm so surprised at the response I got from the first part of this! Thank you to everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged it <3 I hope part two lives up to your standards!!! Feel free to send me a request if you'd like something more tailored to your wants/needs :) special thanks to @purpleshallot for beta reading!

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title is the 1975's song "It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)"

IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS

Life with Bucky is wild, to put it simply. Nearly every night, you’re either sneaking into his room or sneaking him into yours. It’s a rush every time, adrenaline coursing through you as you hush Bucky, worried you’ll wake Becca.

Even though you can’t hang out together in public, any time you and your friends are out at a party or club, you and Bucky find time to sneak away. You haven’t quite taken it so far as to fuck in the bathroom, but you’ve come pretty close a few times. Bucky always stops it before it can get too far, claiming, ‘Your beautiful sounds are for my ears only, baby. All mine.’ You never tried to fight him on that.

A few nights ago, Becca nearly walked in while Bucky was going down on you. You’d shoved him into your closet and had to tell Becca you were having some ‘self-care time’. She pretended to vomit and told you to be quieter next time. Bucky thought that was pretty funny, but you couldn’t look her in the eye for the next day.

Finals are coming up, so you haven’t been able to spend much time with Bucky recently, opting for long nights in the library with his sister. He texts you the entire time, telling you how much he misses you, how much he wishes you were with him—all the things he’d do to you. Becca gives your phone a weird look as you ignore the repeated buzzing; you can’t hold back your smile.

“You’re being so weird lately,” she says, copying a passage from her textbook into her notebook. You roll your eyes; it isn’t the first time she’s commented on your seemingly odd behavior. The morning after her birthday, she’d been too busy being hungover to notice you making your way back into the apartment after spending the night with Bucky, but once she’d recovered, she wouldn’t stop begging you for details on the mystery man you’d spent the night with. You didn’t give her any; you hadn’t been sure what to say.

“You keep saying that but never explain,” you counter, scrolling through your study guide. You dodge all her questions every time she brings it up. ‘Is he our age? Where’d you meet him? A frat boy? Elaine’s dad? You know I won’t judge you; we all have our fantasies…’ You’d nearly thrown up at that last one.

Becca groans exaggeratedly and drops her head back on her chair. “You suck.” She tosses a pen at you, and it smacks you on the forehead before you can duck out of the way. “I just don’t get why you’re hiding him. I’ve never judged you before, and I never will. I just want to be happy for you.” You sigh and rub at the small bump that’s forming on your head. Becca says that she won’t judge you, that she won’t care who it is, but you know the second she finds out it’s her brother, that’ll all change. Bucky always has and always will be off-limits. The entire time you’ve known the Barnes siblings, you’ve known that Becca hates living in his shadow.

Growing up, Bucky was popular. He was always surrounded by friends, going to parties, classic high school stuff. People that wanted ‘in’ on Bucky’s group often went to Becca, asking for her to introduce them to her hot older brother. It didn’t help that Bucky was smart as a whip, straight A’s, honors society. All of Becca’s teachers expected her to be the same, but school wasn’t as easy for her as it was for him.

Becca never made you promise you wouldn’t go out with Bucky, but it was an unspoken agreement. You are there for Becca. She always has and always will be your first choice. But you couldn’t help but develop feelings for Bucky. His kind eyes, that fucking smile, it all makes you melt. Becca would never understand; she’s been burned too many times.

“I just don’t want to make too big of a deal out of it just yet,” you say, a twinge of guilt pulling in your chest. Bucky is a big deal. After years and years of just sitting on the sidelines, letting your feelings grow, you can’t just not fall for him. And you want, more than anything, to be able to have a normal relationship with him. But you can’t, not with Becca being his sister.

“Seems like a big deal already,” she says grumpily. “You’re always smiling at your phone or going to his place. You think I don’t hear you coming back in?” You shake your head guiltily. Fuck.

“Come on, Becs, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.” Becca shifts in her seat, and you let her examine your face. She’s looking for the lie, but you know she won’t find one. You’re telling the truth. You will tell her eventually, just not quite yet.

She sticks out her pinky finger and furrows her brow. “Promise?”

You nod and hook your finger with hers. “Promise.” Your phone buzzes a few more times, so you finally check it. Bucky, in classic fashion, has told you that there’s an emergency at his place that desperately needs your attention. You don’t allow yourself to smile. Instead, you shoot him a text that you’ll be there soon and tuck your phone in your pocket.

“That him?” She asks, feigning disinterest in the whole thing. You pack up your stuff and nod. You’ve been in the library for hours; you’re fine calling it a night.

“Yeah, I’m gonna stay there tonight,” you say, zipping your bag. “I’ll see you in the morning, ’kay? Call me if you need anything.” You ruffle her hair in the way she hates, and she swats at your hand.

“Use a condom,” she calls after you as you close the door to the study room. You roll your eyes and flip her off through a laugh.

You catch a bus to Bucky’s place, and before long, you’re buzzed into the building. When you reach his door, you don’t even have to knock. He swings it open and pulls you against his chest. He’s shirtless, so the warmth of his skin immediately reaches you, and you nuzzle your face into it.

“So, Steve’s not home?” You ask, pushing away a bit to kiss his cheek. Bucky hauls you up against him, your legs hook behind his back, and you hold on to his neck.

“We’ve got the place to ourselves,” he replies before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You let your fingers grip the ends of his hair, it’s started to grow out a bit, and you absolutely love it. His hands grip you tightly, and you groan at the feeling of his metal fingers digging into your skin. At first, he’d been wary of touching you with it, but you quickly showed him that you adored every inch of him, including his metal arm.

“Well, that works out, doesn’t it?” You murmur against his lips. “You were talking up a big game when you were texting me; you gonna be able to follow through, Buck?” He moans as you bite his lip, and you know you’re in for it.

Without breaking away from the kiss, Bucky walks the two of you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He supports you with one arm as he locks the door, then he tosses you onto his bed. You bounce a few times and laugh as he stalks back toward you.

You drink him in; you’ll never get enough. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, showing off the band of his boxers. Though the room is only illuminated by a small lamp, the shadows Bucky’s muscles cast over his skin make your mouth water. He’s built like a fucking god. It’s all for you, baby. Gotta make sure I can please my girl. His words alone had nearly made you orgasm.

“You look like you’re about to jump me,” Bucky says, pulling your ankles until you’re seated on the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you between your legs and lets his hands roam your face. The chill of metal sends goosebumps through your body while his flesh fingers warm the skin. He kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips. Your hands reach around him, feeling him all over. You memorize every inch of him with your fingertips; you want to know him blind.

Your fingers reach his waistband, and you untie his sweats before gently tugging them down his legs. He mutters a curse against you but doesn’t stop you as you do the same to his boxers, freeing what looks like a painful erection. You wrap your fingers around his base and slowly work his cock.

“Shit, baby,” he whispers. You know his body well, just like he knows yours. You know what he likes, what makes him tick. His fingers lace in your hair as you guide your lips away from his and down to his tip, slowly working your tongue along him. He grips your hair tighter but doesn’t push you; he lets you take your time. When you take him in your mouth, he groans loudly, and you feel yourself get even more turned on.

You love how vocal he is, and he loves telling you how good you’re doing. “You’re doing so fucking good,” he grunts as you pick up the pace. You can’t fit him entirely in your mouth, so whatever you can’t reach, your hands take care of. You take him as far as you can and feel yourself gag around his length. Bucky’s hips twitch at the feeling, pushing him a little deeper. He’s holding back, but you don’t want that. You want him to lose control. You graze your teeth ever so slightly along his shaft, and it’s enough for Bucky to snap his hips again. He only lets you continue for a moment before he gently pushes you off him.

“Couldn’t handle it, Buck?” You tease, smiling up at him. Without speaking, Bucky tugs your clothes off of you and tosses them on the other side of the bed. His pupils are blown with lust, and you feel yourself melt under his gaze.

“You’re gonna regret saying that,” he mumbles. He drops to his knees and attaches his mouth to your clit. You don’t hold back your noises; it feels good to be loud after not being able to for so long. Bucky expertly works you, licking and sucking all the right places. You feel an orgasm building, and you tug Bucky’s hair, urging him to keep going, but the second you show signs of getting close, he pulls away.

“Bucky,” you whine, rolling your hips in search of friction. He clamps his hands down on your waist to keep you from moving.

“That’s not how this works, Baby,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. One of his thumbs reaches over and slowly works your clit, not letting the feeling of your ruined orgasm fade. “You’re the one that wants to play games,” he whispers against your skin. “Now, it’s my turn.” He dives back in, and you moan when he slides two metal fingers inside you. The second he touches you, you’re writhing against the bed. You’re so close again; you can practically taste the orgasm building.

“Pl-please, Buck,” you beg shamelessly. You feel him smile against you, and he works your clit faster and faster, bringing you right up to the edge.

“What was that, Baby? I didn’t quite hear you.” His metal fingers continue to curl inside of you while his flesh thumb rubs circles along your clit.

“Please, Bucky, please,” you whine, gripping the sheets. You’re so close, so fucking close.

“Please what? I’m not a mind reader. You gotta tell me what you need.” He sucks a mark into your inner thigh, and you feel tears prick in the corners of your eyes. “Big girl words, baby,” he whispers.

“I need to cum, Bucky, please, please!” Bucky groans and doubles his efforts. Your vision whites out as your orgasm washes over you. You shake under his touch, and Bucky holds you the entire time. He doesn’t pull away until you’re too sensitive and pushing him off of you. Bucky stands and crawls over you, pressing his weight onto you.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispers as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on him, and you moan into his mouth. Your fingers rake over the skin on his back, you’re sure you’re leaving marks, but Bucky doesn’t mind one bit. As you scratch his back, you feel Bucky’s cock lay heavily on your abdomen. You need him inside you; you need to feel him stretching you. Bucky keeps kissing you; he bites your lips and swipes his tongue to soothe you. You slide one of your hands between your bodies and find his cock. He throbs in your grip.

“I need you to fuck me, Bucky,” you say between kisses. Bucky leans his forehead against yours and stares down into your eyes.

“You sure you can take it, Baby?” You nod eagerly. You know you can. “Well, what kind of man would I be to deny my girl what she wants?” He sucks a mark on your collarbone, littering kisses along your neck and chest.

He sits up and pulls a condom from his nightstand drawer, expertly rolling it over his length. Bucky leans back over you and spreads your legs. The heat of his gaze makes you squirm, so he presses your hips down into the mattress. He lines his cock up with your entrance, bumping your clit a few times first. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Baby,” he grunts through gritted teeth.

“Bucky,” you groan, gripping his arms with your fingers. “Bucky, I need you so bad.” You sound pathetic, and it just spurs Bucky on. He pushes into you, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch is incredible, and you can’t hold back the moan that forces its way out of your throat.

“I never fucking get over how tight you are,” he says against your neck, kissing the spot just below your jaw. “Fucking made for me.” You love it when he says that, when he calls you ‘his’. You want to be his in every sense of the term.

“You gotta move, Buck, please,” you say, digging your nails into his shoulders. He sets a brutal pace, pounding you into the mattress. Despite the force he’s fucking you with, all you feel is how much he cares about you. He just wants you to feel good. You show him just how good you feel, exposing yourself to him and moaning loudly.

Bucky tells you how filthy you are, how good you are for him, how much he loves fucking you.

You’re so lost in the feeling that you nearly miss the sound of the front door slamming shut. Bucky must hear it too because he slows down just slightly.

“Steve’s not supposed to come back until tomorrow,” he whispers against your neck. You nod and try to sit up, but Bucky keeps you pressed to the mattress. Roommates being home has never stopped the two of you before. Why now?

“I know you’re home, Buck. Your keys are by the door!” Becca’s voice rings through the apartment, and you feel your heart stop. Fuck. Bucky freezes, and you can see the panic in his eyes.

“She can’t know,” you whisper, barely audible. Bucky looks hurt, but he knows what it would do to his sister if she found out like this. He pulls away from you, and you don’t have time to mourn the loss of the feeling of him on top of you.

“One sec, Becs,” he calls, hastily tugging his sweats back on. His erection hasn’t gone down at all, and he grimaces as it presses against his waistband. You pull on your panties and a t-shirt as quickly as possible, gather your clothes, then try to look for a hiding spot. Becca’s footsteps get closer and closer to the bedroom, and you realize the only option is under the bed or in his closet.

You give Bucky a panicked look, and he points under his bed. Becca rattles the doorknob and groans, “Come on, Buck.” You slip under the bed and curl up as tight as possible before he opens the door.

“What’s going on, Becca?” Bucky asks. He’s standing against the wall, blocking her from coming in, but Becca pushes past him and sits down on the bed. The mattress sags a bit with the weight.

“You need to wash the sheets. It smells weird in here.” You can tell from the tone of her voice that she’s upset. You wonder what’s happened since you saw her an hour ago. Bucky sucks in a breath before turning to face his sister. From under the bed, you can only see his feet, but you can tell he’s nervous.

“Sorry.” Becca shifts on the bed, and silence falls in the room. You calm your breaths as much as possible, but no matter how slowly you breathe, you’re convinced it’s too loud.

“Have you talked to Y/N recently?” She says after a few moments—the air in the room changes. You wonder if Becca senses it.

“No, why?” Bucky shifts to lean against the wall across from Becca. He’s trying to seem relaxed, but his voice is tense. Becca groans, and you can hear her fidget with the zipper of her jacket.

“She’s seeing some guy. I think they started hooking up around my birthday. I don’t care that she’s fucking someone, but she won’t tell me who he is.” She sounds just as tense as Bucky.

“What does this have to do with me?” You can tell he’s silently asking a different question, ‘Do you know it’s me?’

“I don’t know; you’ve always been so protective of her. I figured maybe you’d’ve heard something or whatever. You’d never let her be with a shitty person. I know you guys are close even though you pretend not to be for my sake, which I don’t feel like getting into right now. Maybe she trusts you more with boy stuff than me.” She sounds so upset, and you hate being the one to make her feel that way. Becca has been your best friend for so long, and sure, you guys fight, but you always make up in the end. You don’t know how you’re going to make up for this.

“She hasn’t told me anything,” Bucky says quietly. He sounds just as guilty as you feel. You feel Becca lay back on the sheets. Her head is just above yours now.

“I’m worried about her. She’s always smiling at her phone, fuck. She glows, Buck. She fucking glows. I’ve never seen her like this, and the fact that she’s hiding him from me means she knows I won’t like him. But how could she know that if she won’t give me a chance to get to know him?” Bucky moves to sit beside his sister. They’ve never been the most affectionate of siblings, but they’re close. As much as Becca hates to admit it, Bucky is her built-in best friend; she can tell him pretty much anything. And now, as she seeks comfort on an issue you’ve created, you can practically hear the tension melt away from the air as Bucky’s presence comforts her.

“Maybe she’s just not sure what’s going on yet,” Bucky suggests. “She might not wanna bring a new guy around if it’s just gonna end in a week.” His words make you feel uneasy, you know he’s not really talking about you, but you wonder if that’s how he feels. Does he think you’re just going to drop him in a week?

“She’s gonna get hurt,” Becca says in a serious tone. “I can feel it. Whoever this guy is, he can’t be good for her. That’s why she won’t tell me.” Bucky tries to interrupt, but Becca doesn’t let him. “She tells me everything, Buck. Everything. She told me about her first period, the day she lost her virginity to Max Ellington; she even told me about the time she accidentally walked in on you in the shower.” You cringe at her examples. Did she have to be so detailed? Bucky looses a small laugh but quickly cuts himself off.

“I get it. You two are freaky close. Why do you think this guy is going to hurt her, though?” You wish you could crawl out from under the bed and hold both their hands.

“She’s never been like this with a guy before, even when she’s dated people long term. I’ve never seen her light up the way she does when he texts her. She tries to sneak back in in the morning, but I can just tell she’s so fucking happy. She doesn’t know how to not get attached. What kind of guy would hide Y/N away like that? She deserves to be flaunted, shown off. She’s perfect, and she shouldn’t be hidden away like someone’s mistress.” Your heart squeezes in your chest.

“You know I’d never let anyone hurt her, Becca,” Bucky says sternly. You hear the slight whir of his metal arm adjusting; it’s a nervous tick. “I’ll talk to her, but I promise I won’t let her get hurt.” Becca sighs loudly.

“You can’t promise that, Buck, but thanks.” Becca sits up, and you watch her feet as she walks toward the door. “Sorry for just barging in, though. Thanks for talking with me.” Bucky stands, and though you can’t see, you know he pulls her into a hug.

“Of course, Becs. I’ve got you.” They stand in silence for a moment before Becca steps outside.

“You’re home alone, and you don’t have a girl over?” Becca teases as she walks down the hall. “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?”

“Fuck off, Becca!” He shouts back. Becca shuts the door behind her, and once you’re sure she’s gone, you crawl out from under the bed. Bucky turns back around as you lean your back against his mattress. There’s a lot you want to say, but you can’t quite find the words. Bucky crouches down in front of you and runs his fingers through his hair.

“We have to tell her,” you whisper. You feel like if you say it too loudly, Becca will hear somehow. Bucky sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him and rest your head on his chest; his heart thumps loudly next to your ear.

“I know,” he whispers back. “I don’t wanna hurt her, but I don’t want to stop being with you.” You run your fingers along his metal arm, watching the plates react to your touch.

“You think she’d make us stop seeing each other?” You ask after a beat. You don’t want to think about the possibility of Becca forcing you to stop being with Bucky. You don’t know how you’d go back to not having him in your life.

“I’m not gonna let that happen, Baby,” he says, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go.” His words fill you with warmth. Though you haven’t put a label on the relationship yet, you want to be more than just a hookup to Bucky. The fact that he’s called you ‘his’ so many times confirms that he wants that too.

Silence falls over the two of you. Bucky runs his fingers along your back while you hold him close. The weight of the guilt you both feel settles in, but neither of you are ready to broach the subject of how to tell Becca.

After a few moments, Bucky lifts you off the floor and sets you down on the bed while he walks to his closet to grab a towel. He silently walks to the bathroom, but you follow close behind him. Still, without speaking, Bucky turns on the water, and steam fills the bathroom. You two drop your clothes and step under the stream.

You grab Bucky’s shampoo, lather it in your hands, and rub it into his hair. He lets you hold the weight of his head as you massage his scalp. Once he’s rinsed, he returns the favor. His fingers press away any tension as he cleans your hair. Then, you lather body wash and rub it all over him. You can’t help but laugh a little when you watch him squirm under your touch; you’re being very thorough. Bucky can’t hide the way you’re affecting him.

Bucky does the same, rubbing his hands all over you, slick with soap. He grips your breasts, your hips, your ass. He worships your body, and you feel your knees go weak. Bucky holds you up under the stream, rinsing you off. You lean into his touch as he presses you back against the cool tile of the shower.

“I need you,” you say quietly, moving a lock of hair from Bucky’s face. You mean it. You need him. You can’t go on just having pieces of him; you need all of him.

“You have me,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you. “You have all of me, Baby,” he adds as if he can read your thoughts. “Becca would kill me if she thought you were just a hookup to me. That’s never what you’ve been; it’s always been more.” You gaze up into Bucky’s bright blue eyes, and you know it’s true.

“I’m yours.” He doesn’t need you to elaborate; he knows what you mean. Bucky kisses you passionately, and this time it feels different. You grip his shoulders, afraid that if you let go, you’ll float away.

“All mine.�� Bucky runs his hands down your body, and his fingers find the wet entrance of your pussy. Yes, you’re in the shower, but he can tell you’re turned on despite that. He eases two fingers inside of you, and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. Once he feels you’re ready, he lifts your legs to hook around his hips and settles you over his cock.

This time, he moves slowly, hitting deep inside you. He whispers sweet words into your ears. You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’re mine. You’re made for me; you’re so perfect.

You feel warmth bloom in your chest and your abdomen, but you’re too blissed out to speak. Bucky doesn’t need you to; he knows what you want. He slides a hand down to rub circles into your clit, and it sends you over the edge. He continues to thrust deep inside you, holding you tightly to himself. You’ve never felt more connected to someone in your life.

When he comes, it’s with your name on his lips and a promise to never let you go.

You bite the bullet two weeks later. Becca has come far too close to catching you and Bucky together. While it’s fun to sneak around, you don’t want Becca to find out about your relationship by walking in on you with her brother. You want to do things the right way.

Becca comes back from her shift at work around 5 pm, so you plant yourself on the couch 30 minutes before she’s due home. Your stomach turns with nerves as you wait, but you know you have to do it now. Bucky wanted to be there with you, but you know that’ll just make it worse. You need to do this alone. He can give her his side of it later.

The door swings open, and Becca makes her way into the apartment, dropping her coat and keys on a chair before plopping down on the couch beside you.

“You look freaked out. What’s wrong?” She asks, examining your face. You take a deep breath and try not to vomit the words at her.

“The guy I’m seeing,” you say, struggling to speak. Becca’s body language changes instantly; she goes rigid. “It’s Bucky. I’m sorry, Becca, I know he’s off-limits, but I couldn’t help but develop feelings for him and at your birthday –”

“I know,” she says, interrupting your words before they can keep spilling out. You stare at her, mouth hanging open.

“You know?” Becca nods, she doesn’t look angry, but she certainly doesn’t seem happy. She sighs loudly and places a hand on your knee.

“I figured it out last week. I saw one of his gingerbread socks on the floor of your room. I got him those for Christmas last year.” You can’t think of anything to say; you just feel so guilty that she’d known but not said anything.

“Becca, I –”

“I can’t really be mad at you,” she says, seemingly having already come to terms with your relationship with her older brother. “You can’t control who you fall for. I just wish you’d’ve told me earlier. I get why you didn’t, but you didn’t need to keep it a secret for so long. I can see how happy he makes you and how happy you make him. He’s like a whole new person.” You smile, Bucky has always been kind, but he certainly shows it more.

“He wanted to be here to tell you, but I thought it’d just upset you,” you say, putting a hand over Becca’s. She flips her hand, so she’s holding yours, and squeezes it.

“Smart, I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him.” You lean into her side and hug her. It feels good not to hide anything from her anymore. “I’ll kill him if he hurts you, you know,” she says, resting her head on yours.

“That’s what friends are for.”

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Hello again 🤗 bestfriendsbrother AU

Now that Becca knows, can we take a look at their first date please? Let Bucky spoil her, show her off, PDA in public and all they were holding back before, make up for all the time they were hiding

Love these cuties and hope you have inspo for some more 🥰

It's You and I, Tonight

Part 3 of BFB!Bucky AU

Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)

WC: 3.3k

Summary: A real date with Bucky Barnes and an unexpected confession

Warnings: alcohol consumption (of age), swearing, so much fluff it isn't even funny, pet names [pretty girl, beautiful, baby]

A/N: Thank you everyone who has been supporting this series, it means so much to me!! Please let me know what you think <3 If you have any more requests for the series, send me an ask :)

title is from the 1975's song Heart Out

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You try to ignore the feeling of deja vu as Becca holds two satin dresses up in front of her. The last time this was happening, it was her birthday, and she was dressing herself. Now, she’s dressing you for your first official date with her older brother, Bucky.

“I like the purple,” Becca says, holding the dress in her right hand up against your body. “You never wear purple.” You roll your eyes, you don’t wear that color because you think it makes your skin look weird, but Becca has a better eye for this kind of stuff than you.

“I’m not even going to say what I’m thinking,” you joke through a laugh. “I know you’re going to have me wear your favorite despite what I think.” Becca nods; she knows this too. She ends up choosing the purple dress and gives you space to change while she readies her vanity to do your makeup.

When the purple satin settles over your skin, you shiver. Becca knows her shit. The color looks good on you. The dress is short but doesn’t show off too much. It hugs your curves and accentuates your favorite parts of your body. You can’t help but spin around a few times in front of your mirror. You can’t wait for tonight.

It’s coming up on two months since that fateful night at Becca’s birthday celebration, and you’ve loved every second of it. It’s easier now that Becca and Steve know, but with finals and break, you haven’t been able to go on a real date. Bucky promised to remedy that the second he could, and he made good on that promise.

Last week, Bucky sent you a bouquet of hyacinths, and your heart fluttered when you’d read their meaning. Along with the flowers, you found a card with Bucky’s scratchy handwriting on the inside. Let me show you off. Saturday, 7 pm. See you then, beautiful. Thankfully when you’d received the flowers and card, you were home alone, meaning no one was around to hear your squeal of excitement.

Of course, you texted Becca about it instantly, relishing how good it felt to tell your best friend about the guy you’re head over heels for. She’s been so supportive, even though you can tell it’s hard for her sometimes. Becca never makes you feel guilty; she never makes you choose between her or her brother.

You give yourself a final once-over in the mirror and smile like an idiot at your reflection. You’re finally going on a date with Bucky Barnes. Finally.

Becca makes herself scarce after finishing your hair and makeup, claiming she has plans that you are 100% sure are fake. You sit down on the couch and wait for 7 pm to roll around. The minutes stretch, and you swear that time slows. You try to distract yourself by reading and scrolling through your phone, but nothing seems to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, and you jump at the sound. You smooth out your dress and walk toward the door. When you peak through the peep-hole, you see Bucky on the other side, running his fingers through his hair nervously. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you suck in a breath, opening the door to reveal yourself to Bucky.

“Fuck,” he breathes, letting his eyes roam your body shamelessly. He drinks you in, taking in every inch of you. Devouring you. You do the same for him; he looks good enough to eat. Bucky isn’t as dressed up as you are, but that doesn’t matter. He looks incredible no matter what he wears. Tonight, it’s a sweater in a deep forest green that suits his skin tone and a pair of dark jeans. He holds a leather jacket in his hand, and you know you’re overdressed, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Hi,” you say, resisting the urge to throw your arms around him and take him right there in the hallway. Bucky must be able to read your thoughts, his ears turn the sweetest shade of pink, and you grin at the sight.

“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you while we’re out tonight?” He asks, reaching for your hands and holding them out so he can see more of you. You laugh; since getting together that first time, Bucky has never been able to keep his hands to himself. He always finds an excuse to sit closer, to touch you, to just be near.

“Who says you need to?” You step away, grabbing a jacket and your bag, then step into the hallway beside Bucky. “Everyone knows now. We don’t have to hide anything.” The door clicks shut behind you, and your words settle comfortably. It’s true; you and Bucky don’t have to pretend anymore. Becca, Steve, all your friends know, and it feels incredible. You’ve tamed the ‘beast’ that is Bucky Barnes, and he holds your heart in his hands. It’s a new feeling, one you’re not quite used to yet, but you love it.

Bucky breaks out into a shit-eating grin at your words and pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your lower back in a possessive gesture that makes you shiver. He walks you out onto the street, and you pull your jacket a little tighter around yourself. It’s chilly out, but with Bucky pressed to your side, it’s not too bad.

“So,” he says, leading you down the street. He pauses, probably thinking about what to say next.

“So,” you repeat, leaning into his embrace. He smiles and glances down at you; you love having this effect on him.

“It’s been a while since I went on a first date. I don’t wanna screw this up.” His words aren’t in his usual cocky tone; he’s being vulnerable. Bucky stops walking and turns to face you. It’s late in the season, so the sun has long set. The street lights illuminate the pavement and cast shadows on Bucky’s features. “You mean so much to me, and I need to make up for all the times I hurt you by hiding you. It never should’ve been like that.” Butterflies. More butterflies.

“Buck, we were both hiding each other. That’s not on you.” He shakes his head; you know he blames himself for most things even when it’s not his fault. It’s just the way Bucky is. “That’s all in the past now, we’re together now, and we can start doing this the right way starting tonight.” He gives you a soft smile and leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. Bucky whispers something against your skin, but it is too quiet to hear.

After a silent moment, Bucky resumes the walk, weaving through groups of people on the sidewalk and eventually stopping outside of a bar that most people at your university attend. It’s busy, packed with people destressing from the start of a new semester. When you glance up at him, his gorgeous shit-eating grin has returned.

Becca’s words from a few weeks ago float through your mind; she deserves to be flaunted, shown off. She’s perfect, and she shouldn’t be hidden away like someone’s mistress.

He’s taken you to this bar to show you off, to flaunt you to all of your peers.

Bucky has a bit of a reputation. He’s never been known to settle down. You’ve changed that, and he’s proving it to everyone tonight, it seems.

Bucky pulls you inside the bar and finds an empty table for you two to sit at. He keeps a hand on your lower back, helping you through the crowd, and you feel people’s eyes on you. You’ve never liked being the center of attention, but when you’re at Bucky’s side, clinging to him, it makes it better. You love being the center of his attention, the object of his affections.

He deposits you at the table and quickly strides to the bar to order drinks for the two of you. When you glance down at your phone, you see Becca has texted you only a winking emoji, she must know at least some of her brother’s plans for the evening, and it feels good to have her approval.

“Whiskey sour for the lady,” Bucky says, placing your drink in front of you. He sits across from you and sips on his beer, pretending to be calm, but you can see he’s practically vibrating.

“You should’ve told me we were going to a bar; I would’ve dressed more appropriately,” you say, laughing into your drink.

Bucky sets his beer down and shakes his head quickly. “You look perfect,” he says in a low voice, just barely loud enough to hear over the crowd. “I mean, you always look perfect, but right now–” You place a hand on his, causing him to stop speaking.

“Thank you, Buck,” you reply. He nods then starts smiling again. It makes your heart beat faster every time. You can’t believe he’s yours.

“Let’s play a game,” he says, bouncing a bit in his seat. You quirk an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue. “Two truths and a lie,” he suggests.

“We’ve known each other for years, and you want to play two truths and a lie?” Bucky nods earnestly, so you smile and take a swig of your drink. After you both have had a moment to think, Bucky starts.

“Okay, so I’m afraid of needles, my favorite smell is lavender, and I’ve never been to Arizona.” Weird. Bucky is so weird. You try to filter through your memories for times he would’ve mentioned these things, but you’re so distracted by the pull of Bucky’s eyes that you can’t quite recall anything.

“I’m gonna say that you’re not afraid of needles.” Your eyes drop for a moment to his metal arm, but you don’t let them linger. You know how much he hates people staring at it. You remember when he got it, that horrible accident. He’d been in a coma; they thought he wouldn’t wake up. When he did, he’d lost his arm and couldn’t afford a prosthetic until his mom found a trial for an advanced metal prosthetic. It was risky, but it worked. How can he be afraid of needles after all of that?

“No dice.” Your eyes widen; you’re not sure which one could be the lie.

“Well, what is it?” You ask, leaning a bit closer to him. He does the same, and you don’t miss the way he inhales your scent.

“My favorite smell isn’t lavender. It’s wood sage.” Your heartbeat picks up in your chest; your perfume is wood sage. It’s been your ‘signature scent,’ as Becca calls it, since middle school. You’re not sure why you like it so much; it’s not floral or sweet like most perfumes. You’re surprised he’s noticed and that he knows what it is; most people can’t identify the scent. “Your turn.”

After a few rounds of getting-to-know-you games that Bucky insists are vital to developing your proper relationship, he pays for drinks and whisks you away to the next location. He refuses to tell you where you’re going, but at the sight of the neon sign, you know exactly where you are.

A karaoke bar. You gape at Bucky, barely containing your laughter as he rolls his eyes at you. American karaoke is one of the most embarrassing things you can imagine. Drunk people singing horrible songs from the top of their lungs gives you the worst second-hand embarrassment, but the idea of going in with Bucky makes some of that go away. Bucky guides you through the crowd of people to an empty table, where a waitress quickly greets you.

As you wait for her to bring your drinks, a man gets up on stage and sings quite the rendition of ‘Fergalicious’, an interesting choice, you think. Bucky can’t seem to get enough of it; his bright smile practically blinds you the whole time. He doesn’t stop laughing, and you watch his eyes crinkle in the corners. He’s beautiful.

“What’re you starin’ at, pretty girl?” He asks, taking one of your hands in his. He runs his thumbs along your skin, the contrast of skin and metal sending shivers through you.

“You, Buck,” you reply simply. You know you’re grinning like an idiot, but you don’t care. Bucky Barnes is yours, all yours, and you want to scream it to the stars. He blushes. The big bad James Barnes blushes at your words, and you fall a little more for him.

“Well, I don’t know why you’d wanna stare at my old mug. You’re the one turnin’ heads tonight.” You shake your head, still entranced by his eyes.

“You’re incredible.” Bucky doesn’t respond, but you don’t need him to. He just stares at you in awe as a new performer gets on stage. She starts singing ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ by Taylor Swift, and you’re pleasantly surprised at how not horrible she’s doing until she gets to the chorus. The girl can’t quite hit the high notes.

You feel so normal in this moment. You’re having a night out with your incredible boyfriend, not worried about who might see you, about what they’re thinking. All you can think of is how happy you are to be seated across from him, occasionally bumping his foot with yours.

The MC takes the mic from the poor soul and gives her an encouraging smile. “Up next,” his eyes flash down to the tablet in his hand. “We have a Mr. Bucky Barnes! Come on up here, Buckaroo!” Bucky cringes at the nickname, but you’re too distracted by the fact that he’s about to go sing. When had he snuck off to add his name to the line-up?

You watch as Bucky snakes through the crowd and hops up on stage, catching the mic as the MC tosses it to him. He’s always been charismatic and smooth; apparently, being on stage doesn’t change that.

The intro to The Beach Boys ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ plays, and Bucky smiles brightly at you.

“This one is for my beautiful girlfriend,” he says into the mic before he begins singing. You’ve only heard him jokingly sing in the car or in the shower, never anything serious. You’re not at all surprised that he has an incredible voice.

Happy times together we’ve been spending

I wish that every kiss was never-ending

Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

If anyone was ever going to bring you to tears in a karaoke bar, of course, it would be Bucky Barnes. The song isn't incredibly meaningful or sweet, but it touches you somewhere deep inside, tugs on your heart. The entire time you’ve known Bucky, he’s never been one for grand gestures. He's known to prefer one-night stands and casual hookups. This is a version of Bucky, only you have had the pleasure of knowing.

You know it seems the more we talk about it

It only makes it worse to live without it

But let's talk about it

Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

As the crowd applauds, you sit in stunned silence. You'd noticed Bucky making changes for you, but this was one of the first times he’d shown everyone the difference. Becca had mentioned Bucky being nicer, being more open with his feelings, but that's his sister; of course, she'd notice

Classmates and peers are sitting in this karaoke bar; they heard Bucky sing, they heard him mention his girlfriend, they saw him smile his thousand-watt smile. He's showing the world the Bucky Barnes, you know, the one that's captured your heart.

When Bucky finally clambers off the stage and makes his way back to you, you throw yourself into his arms. He picks you up easily, and you kiss him as he spins you around. You don't care that people are watching. You don't care what they're thinking. It's you and Bucky in your little bubble.

“ I can't believe you're mine,” you say, laughter still on your lips. He sets you down but doesn't let you go. He holds you close and presses you to his chest. Something flashes in his eyes; it's possessive and hot as hell.

“All yours, baby.”

The walk back to your apartment is slow, but you drink in every second of it. Bucky keeps a hand on your lower back the entire way, and you catch him watching you more than where he’s going, leading to a few close calls with fellow pedestrians.

None of your past boyfriends or hookups have ever wanted to show you off. They’ve always kept you cooped up and hidden away; it was all about sex and the heat of the moment. It’s never been like that with Bucky; he’s always made an effort to show you just how much he cares, how much he loves you being his even when you were a secret.

It’s gotten late, but people are still out and about, making their way from bar to bar. You come across a fountain lit up with a few lights that make it look straight out of a movie. Bucky stops in front of it, and you lean into his side. He shuffles around for a moment, then pulls two quarters out of his wallet.

“Make a wish,” he says, placing one of the coins into your palm. You step forward and press your fingers to your lips as you think of what to wish for. Tonight has been perfect, the stuff of dreams. You never thought you’d have such a magical night with someone, let alone with Bucky. What more could you want?

Bucky steps forward and does the same, kissing his fingers before closing his eyes, turning around, and tossing the coin over his shoulder.

Your wish pops into your head, so you follow the ritual. Pivoting on the balls of your feet, you see Bucky flash you a smile before you close your eyes and toss the coin behind you. It lands with a quiet splash, and your heart skips a beat as Bucky wraps his arms around you.

“This was perfect, Buck,” you say quietly, gazing up at him. He smiles, this time, it’s sheepish, and you see pink dusting his cheeks.

“You’re perfect.” He kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. “What’d you wish for?” You smile as he kisses your lips, soft and sweet.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” He smiles too before leaning his forehead against yours. He stands in silence, and you see emotion swimming in his eyes. It sends shivers down your spine, and you pull him a little closer.

“You make me weak,” he whispers, “in the best fucking way. You’ve torn down my walls and changed the way I see the world. You’re everything.” Tears brim in your eyes, threatening to spill out onto your cheeks. “I never thought I’d feel like this for someone; I never thought anyone would want to be with me like this. That you’d want to be with me.”

You shake your head lightly, “Of course, I’d want to be with you, Buck.” His mouth turns up a little as he takes a deep breath.

“It’s like I’m seeing color for the first time, like I’m breathing after years of drowning. I don’t know how I’ve been living life without you.”

“Bucky,” your voice is so quiet you barely hear it.

“I love you.” The world stops turning, and for just a moment, you’re sure everyone else disappears. No one exists.

You can’t hold back your tears anymore, they wet your cheeks, but you don’t mind. “I love you, Bucky,” you say, hiccuping through a laugh. He picks you up and holds you tightly to himself. He’s so warm.

Bucky kisses you like he’s never kissed you before, like you’re the air he breathes, like you’re the only thing tethering him to Earth. You kiss him right back, molding your lips to his, holding him, so you don’t float away.

Everything is right in the world, and you don’t care that nothing in the future is promised. Right now, you have Bucky, and he has you. Right now, everything is perfect, and wishes can come true. Maybe magic is real, and maybe you're finally getting that fairytale ending you've been dreaming of.

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