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multi-stann · 4 minutes ago
First video- B.B.
a/n- Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m currently taking requests(for sds and main fics), and i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)
Summary: Bucky sends his first video to you while away on a mission.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, it would be better if reader & bucky had age gap(reader 22 ish maybe), mentions of sex/oral, male masturbation, female masturbation(fingering), nudes/lingerie pics, masturbation videos, sexting, slight daddy kink, usage of a butt plug, dirty talkkkkkk😤
It’s taken Bucky a little bit of time to adapt to technology. Yes, he spent a little bit of time in Wakanda, and that helped, but he still had a lot to learn and catch up on.
So when you sent him a picture in your lingerie while he was on a mission one day, he nearly lost it. You hadn’t mentioned this step or even taught him how to accept something like this. But of course he knew this was supposed to be a good and sexual thing.
When he got back that day, he asked you why. He asked you how you managed to get the camera that still and look utterly gorgeous and he asked what he was supposed to reply with- what you wanted him to reply with.
You simply told him to reply however he felt. If it be with a picture back, he could send one. If he felt like sending a video, he could do that. Then you went on to teach him about some angles that are best when sending pictures. You also informed him that “videos with sound are always one-hundred percent better” and he mentally noted that.
Over time, Bucky would receive pictures and even a few videos from you. The videos would usually be of you showing off you new lingerie, but there was one particular time you sent a video of you fingering yourself.
Bucky had been gone for about a week, and let’s admit it, you two go at it like a pair of bunnies when he’s home- so of course you were needy for him. Bucky nearly went feral. The way your pussy glistened from the lighting in the room, the sounds of how wet you were. God, was he so relieved he was in his hotel room when you sent him this. He wouldn’t have known how to control himself if he was out doing important things. Thankfully, you had asked him before where he was. Such a good girl; so considerate.
You had your white, lace panties twisted to the side and two fingers were hitting your g-spot….then you moaned. Thankfully, Bucky didn’t have his volume up too loud. Steve or Natasha might would have heard across the hall, but it was loud enough he could hear your angelic moan. Your tits were visible as well. He was so glad you opted for no bra or shirt. He could see everything except your face. The video was about thirty seconds long, and it almost ended with you cumming. He could tell the whole time you were close, but he wasn’t there to feel you and how close you actually were. So when he heard you whimper his name as you came, he couldn’t help the involuntary moan that slipped past his plump lips. After you came abruptly, you splayed your fingers out for him to see your cum. Then you sucked your fingers off and gave him a wink before ending the video.
Bucky. Was. Feral.
He was about to lose it.
It had been only a week and he could just feel through the phone how much you needed him. He could practically smell your sweet pussy from thousands of miles away. He hated being so fucking far from you. He needed you in more ways than just one, but the one being a bit worse now.
Then he got an idea. What if i send a video back, give her something to look at- to watch when she needs to? So he got up and went straight to his duffel bag. He rummaged around for a little bit, was looking for some lotion, but instead….he found a pair of your panties stuffed near the bottom. Then he remembered.
The day before he left, he ate you out until you were creaming all over his face. He left your panties on and snapped them back into place after he was done. He made you walk around the house with them on until he felt like all of your juices were soaked into the flimsy fabric. Then, right before he fucked you, he stuffed them into his duffel bag. He totally had forgotten. It had been a rough week, okay?
He grabbed them, and then jogged back over to the bed. Is this attractive to women? Will this turn her on? Bucky asked himself. He wasn’t too sure if you’d like what he was about to send you, but he hoped you would. If not, he hoped you’d tell him afterwards. He sat down on his bed, back propped up against the headboard, his legs stretched out. He knew this would be the easiest way to record.
He then went over to his text messages and pressed the little camera icon when he was on your text convo. You taught him this way because, let’s face it, Bucky doesn’t have Snapchat. He then clicked on it and took a deep breath.
Yes, he’s sent you stuff before, but not videos. He’s sent you pictures of him being rock hard, leaking at the tip, before he’d masturbated, but that’s about it. This was new to Bucky, but he was willing to do it for you, and he felt comfortable sending you something like this; especially if you could get off to it. It would make him feel good.
He spit in his hand and began to lube his cock up, getting himself ready before he pressed record. He wasn’t sure how long the video would be, but he hoped you wouldn’t complain if it was a bit long.
He jerked off for a bit, imagined his fist was your pussy. God, he so wished it was. The little moans you’d let out as he’d fucked into you, the way your body would’ve squirmed under him. He imagined how tight you were because it was engraved into his fucking memory. God, he wished you were there underneath him.
Soon enough, he pressed record. He angled it just right and had his cock in view. He made sure to let out grunts and groans, moaned your name. He knew you loved for him to be extremely vocal; but nothing was forced. His thumb then swiped over his tip and he cursed, “wish you were here, babydoll. Miss your pussy so fucking much.” His voice was low and heavy, you were in for a treat.
“Bet that pussy is so wet, all for me, hm? Your pussy misses me just as much as you do, hm?? Yeah, baby. I know she misses me.” He grunted out, and he could feel himself get a bit closer. That’s when his eyes caught the lacey, dark blue panties from the corner of his eye. He quickly stopped and grabbed them, then he placed the crotch of the dirty panties onto his cock, and began back.
His grunts were louder, rougher, as he fisted his cock with your panties. He couldn’t wait for you to see what he was recording for you. It was so filthy, so nasty, but it was getting him off so so fucking quick. “Bet you didn’t know i took these, babydoll. I can still remember how your cum soaked the fabric. Can still remember how your pussy clung to the lace. Fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me- you and that sweet little pussy.” He groaned out, and he swiped the material of your panties over his tip. He was so close.
“Would love to be….shit- buried in your tight cunt, fuck all my cum into you. Make you so full. Gonna do that when i get home, fuck you over the couch, i don’t give a damn.” His breathing was jagged and his hand movements were getting a bit sloppy and even quicker. He was nearly there. His head was thrown back, but he made sure he kept the phone in the right position as moans of your name and more dirty talk left his lips for you.
“You dirty girl. Sending me a video like that….you know it would get me hard as a fucking rock.” Bucky glanced down at the fabric in his hands and he groaned. His stomach tensed and he was about to cum. “Gonna cum so hard for you baby. It’s all for you, doll. All for you-.” He got cut off by a loud groan. His thighs seized up and his stomach tensed again. His fist struggled to keep up its movements, but he still managed. The moan of your name was drawn out as he came. Ropes of cum shot up onto his lower tummy, just missing his phone, and some of it even got onto your panties.
When he was done, he made sure to show you all of the cum he released because of you. He made sure to show you your panties that were then painted in quite a bit of his cum. “Look at that, baby. So much cum for you.” His breath was uneven as he finished the video. “It’s gonna be a long week, but my cock’ll be stuffed in you by the end of it.” And that’s when he cut the video off.
He saw that it was a little over two minutes long, but fuck it. He knew you’d watch every bit of it. He sent it before cleaning himself up and your panties, then he pulled his underwear back on. He waited patiently for you to message back, but it had been around fifteen minutes. Had you not liked it? He was a bit worried.
But another five minutes later, a text came through with a picture. The text had read: “Fuck, daddy….you made me squirt” and the picture was of you, three fingers nearly knuckle deep in your cunt, the bed sheets below you soaked with your orgasm and Bucky nearly came when he saw the mirror behind you. He would’ve missed it if he hadn’t have taken his time, but you knew all too well that Bucky studied every picture you sent him.
The butt plug with the pink bunny tail, perfectly placed in your ass. He groaned when he caught sight of the collar around your neck. Fuck, if he didn’t miss you before that, he most certainly missed you a hell of a lot now. He knew that angle must’ve been hard for you to get, but he wasn’t even focused on that. His eyes kept flickering from your sopping wet pussy with your swollen clit on full display, to the soaked bed sheets, then to the butt plug and collar. He was a mess. He knew he’d have to jerk off again, but he fucking wished it was your pussy he’d be buried in instead of his fist. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking tease, babydoll.” He seethed out, then began to type.
He then pressed send: “Think i wouldn’t notice the bunny tail baby? You’re always so ready for daddy even when he’s not close to you. Good girl, keep that pussy wet for me” and you whimpered at the text. You could feel yourself growing aroused yet again, and you knew that it was going to be a long night.
That whole rest of the night was spent sexting back and forth, sending videos and pictures as well. Bucky hardly got any sleep but he didn’t need it. The fuel he had the next day was your pussy engraved into the back of his mind- your small moans and whimpers as well. He knew he’d be going home. What kind of man would he be if he left his needy girl waiting and missing him?
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chouettedubois · an hour ago
To Serve and Protect - Chapter 5
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Pairing: AU!Bucky x F!Reader
Series summary: James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky for short, is an ex-cop turned social worker, forced to resign after witnessing a violent police brutality incident. Y/N is coming to terms with the fact that she is stuck in an abusive relationship. Bucky’s unsure why he’s so drawn to protect Y/N. All he knows is he’ll do whatever it takes.
Series warnings: emotional and physical abuse by intimate partner, non-con, sexual violence and dorogatory slur against sex workers (sex work is work!), panic attacks, nightmares, general mental health struggles
Rating: 18+ Graphic sexual violence, possibly some mild smut eventually; minors DNI, you have been warned.
Tag list: open! Just send me a note.
A/N: We’ve reached the half-way mark! Only three chapters plus an epilogue left. Enjoy more build up, hurt/comfort, and then FLUFF. Thanks to everyone for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging -- it means more than I can express.
Chapter 5 word count: 3.5K
Chapter warnings: intimate partner physical and verbal abuse, violence (one punch), panic attack
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During the three months following their first walk home together, Bucky and Y/N began running into each other more often. Maybe it helped that Bucky happened to start working late on Thursday’s, right until the time Y/N would get out from group therapy. Or that after sharing his daily routine with her, Y/N’s lunchtime strolls happened to lead to the duck pond in the park behind the community centre, exactly when Bucky would be on lunch.
Sam reminded Bucky what a dangerous path he was heading down. He knew it was borderline, heck it was probably over the line. But he couldn’t help himself. Something drew him to Y/N, as if they were two rare earth magnets being pulled together by a force greater than themselves.
Y/N knew it was risky too. She’d read about transference and knew their budding friendship could fall into that category if someone looked at it from the right angle. But that’s not the angle she was viewing. From where she stood, all she saw was a man whose inner personality shone more beautifully than his rugged exterior the more it revealed itself.
Four months had passed since she had left Brock. The weekly group therapy had been invaluable in processing all of the emotions that came with accepting she had been in an abusive relationship. The shame for allowing it to happen, which mutated into rage at her abuser, which rebounded back into shame, and then snowballed into a sorrow that seeped into her bones. The cycle would repeat, ebbing and flowing depending on the day and how many triggers she encountered.
Until a few months into the process, she found herself feeling lighter some days. The triggers were less frequent. Quiet moments that used to flood with painful flashbacks if she stilled for too long now resonated with a peace she hadn’t felt in years. And in the last few weeks, those moments became infused with thoughts of Bucky.
Bucky, her social worker. The man with a seemingly never ending supply of patience and warmth. The man who never looked at Y/N with pity, only understanding and genuine care. The man who helped her unhitch herself from the claws of a manipulative and aggressive monster. The man who guided her towards safety, while making sure she was the one to get herself there, so that she could realize she’d been strong enough all along.
Even Wanda noticed the shift in Y/N and didn’t hide her theory.
“You know it’s ok if you like him. I mean, really, what isn’t to like? Those arms alone. Especially that metal one… there’s a few things I’d like to try with--”
“Wanda! Oh my god, stop. He’s my social worker. Of course I like him, but not like like him. Plus it’s only been like four months since I left Brock. I’m not some serial monogamist. And even if I did hypothetically have feelings for him, it would be completely inappropriate to act on them.”
“Then change social workers. Problem solved!”
“It doesn’t work like that,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend.
“And why not? You think it’s a coincidence that he works late the nights you have group? Plus I saw the way he blushed when you looked at him that time. It’s obvious you’re both crushing on each other.”
Y/N was turning a deep scarlet at this point. “No, no, no, no, no. He’s my social worker. It’s... it’s wrong.”
“Says who?”
“Says, like, the rules of how these things work!”
“Well, I say find a different social worker so you can bang Bucky.”
“Oh my god, Wanda, you’re insufferable!” Y/N buried her face in her hands, burning from embarrassment.
She tried to ignore how her stomach fluttered at the thoughts manifesting from her friend’s innuendo. “Anyways, there’s really only my living situation that’s left on the list of goals we set up for me. After that I imagine my case is more or less done.”
“Well I had zero intention of rushing you out of my spare room, but if it means it gets you one step closer to dating that dreamboat, let’s find you an apartment!”
Y/N threw a pillow at her friend, shrieking in playful annoyance.
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Bucky scrolled his phone from his couch where he and Sam sat, a hockey game in the background.
“You know, if you’ve got more important things to do I can go,” Sam teased his friend.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to find a client some options for an apartment,” Bucky explained, looking up from his phone towards his friend. “I really want to find them something permanent, you know? They’ve been through a lot.”
“Buck, it’s Saturday. I thought you were past the bringing work home stage. Wait… is this for the client?”
Bucky’s cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze from his friend to the game he hadn’t been watching at all.
“Man, I told you this was dangerous. You’re too involved. You need to practice more self control. Or... pass her file on to your coworker and ask her out already,” Sam grinned at his friend, whose face went from rosey pink to deep crimson.
“What? What are you even talking about?” Bucky stumbled, obviously flustered at his Sam’s insinuation. “Jesus, it’s not like that. I’m just trying to help her find an apartment. I’d do this for any client,” he defended.
“Oh really? And would you also work late intentionally so you can walk all your clients home after their group therapy sessions end?”
Bucky fell back into the couch, rubbing his forehead with his metal hand.
“I... it’s.. fuuuck.”
“Fuck is right,” Sam agreed, the corners of his lips still curled up. “Look man, I get it. This one is obviously different. I haven’t seen you like this, well, ever. And I’m really happy for you, because based on what you’ve told me it sounds like she might even feel the same. But you can’t be her social worker and have feelings for her. You need to step away from her file and talk to your director before you do anything else.”
“Ugh, I know, ok? I know. But she’s been through so much. I don’t want to spring any major changes on her or put any pressure on her.” Bucky sighed, feeling utterly lost in a forest of indecision. “The only thing left on her goal list we created was to find her an apartment. So that’s what I’m doing.”
Bucky rubbed his chin in thought and then sat up, confidence energizing him as he suddenly found his way through the trees. “You’re right. I’ll come clean to the director and request the case be transferred to Maria once a lease is signed. I just can’t abandon her at the very end. It wouldn’t feel right. I know I can keep my emotions in check until then.”
A softness flooded Sam’s eyes as he rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I know you can too. Why don’t you show me some of those apartments. Let’s get this over with so you can get the girl.”
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Bucky had sent Y/N a list of six apartments, all in the area she was looking for — close to her two supports, Wanda and the centre. She wanted to see all of them and they managed to set up viewing appointments all on the same day.
Normally Wanda would accompany Y/N for this type of life decision making. Y/N’s shyness and social anxiety were an unhelpful combination when it came to negotiating with strangers. But Wanda was out of town all week for work. Bucky was the only other person who knew about Y/N’s situation, and who Y/N trusted enough.
“Thank you again for coming with me,” Y/N extended to the social worker as they approached the third apartment. The last two had been duds, one too dark and the other taken by the time they arrived. This option was the top floor of a classic brownstone, well maintained over the years on a street lined with mature elm trees. It was just a few blocks west of Wanda’s in the direction of the centre.
“Please, you don’t need to keep thanking me,” Bucky assured her. “This is literally part of my job. I am required to ensure you have a safe and stable living situation,” he grinned.
She laughed as they entered the lobby after the landlord buzzed them in. “Ok, ok, fine. You’re not a nice person, you’re just getting paid,” she quipped back at him. The pair had developed quite the sarcastic banter over the past few months.
“I like this one already,” Y/N smiled, noting the original but well preserved detailing throughout the building. Bucky saw the brightness in her eyes and crossed his fingers this could be the one.
Sure enough, Y/N fell in love with the apartment as soon as they entered. And the landlord (who turned out to be a landlady) seemed to like her almost as much. So much so that she insisted on calling all of Y/N’s references then and there -- the tenant slated to move in the next month had bailed so the woman was eager to not lose a month’s rent. Fifteen minutes later, the lease was signed and post-dated cheques were handed over. Y/N thanked her new landlady, then she and Bucky exited what would be her new home in a few weeks.
They were on their way toward Wanda's apartment when Y/N froze as she heard the familiar voice.
“Y/N? Christ, I knew it was you.”
She felt like her knees were going to give out and all of her insides were rising up to make a mass exodus via her mouth. She managed to steady her breath and respond.
“Brock. What are you doing here?”
“I had to meet a client at their home. I wondered if I’d run into you. I know that bitch of a redhead lives around here.” Then Brock moved his glare from Y/N to Bucky, “I see you’ve wasted no time. I hope you like sloppy seconds, pal.”
“My name is James, I’m Y/N’s social worker.” Bucky stepped forward, placing himself between Brock and Y/N. “Why don’t I call us a Lyft?” he suggested, attempting to take control of the situation as he turned back to check on her.
Y/N nodded, hands trembling at her side and eyes full of appreciation.
“Oh, so you told all of our business to this dickwad?” Brock waved a finger at Bucky. “After everything I did for you, you just disappear and then tell a bunch of lies to the first random dude who pays you any attention? You’re so fucking predictable. I should have left you ages ago.”
“You don’t have to listen to this, Y/N,” Bucky said calmly, resisting every urge to not throw his own seething glare back at Brock. “Why don’t we go wait somewhere? I think there was a cafe down the street.”
Bucky knew not to engage when people escalated like this. He placed a gentle hand on the small of Y/N’s back to turn them away from Brock. But nothing infuriated Brock more than being rejected. As Bucky rotated, the now enraged ex closed the distance between them in a few swift steps and landed a punch to Bucky’s jaw with so much force he nearly knocked Y/N to the ground. Well, he would have if Brock hadn’t grabbed Y/N’s wrist and yanked her towards him.
“I can’t believe I let you break up with me. After everything I had to put up with,” he fumed grabbing her other wrist.
“Brock, you’re hurting me. Let me go,” she said firmly, though laced with fear.
Bucky knew he had no choice. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1. “Hi, I’d like to report an assault in progress. Yes, thank you.”
Brock dropped his grip from Y/N’s arm as terror filled his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me, man? I barely touched you. Y/N you saw what happened, he embellished that.”
“You can’t do this anymore, Brock,” she said stoically, as Bucky held the line with the dispatcher. “I’m not going to let you fucking do this anymore. I’m done. It’s fucking done.”
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The aftermath of the altercation turned into an ordeal that dragged late into the evening. Under Bucky’s guidance, Y/N pressed charges. It would make it easier to get a restraining order with a documented assault.
Y/N felt horrible for what Brock did, and for putting Bucky through the torture of having to go to the police station to give his statement. She knew that couldn’t be easy with his past. He assured her it was not the first time he’d involved the police since staring work at the centre.
Bucky couldn’t believe she was worried about him after everything that had just happened to her that day. His heart swelled for this lovely, considerate human being that had tumbled into his world four months earlier.
“Let’s get you home,” he said sweetly, ordering another Lyft after their four hour stint at the police station. Bucky was trying to offer as much comfort as professionally possible. Y/N only nodded, a vacant stare having taken up residence across her face.
A few blocks before the Lyft turned up Wanda’s street, Bucky noticed the shift in Y/N. Her chest started heaving and her eyes were darting frantically. Bucky knew this state well. Without a second thought, he grabbed Y/N’s hand in an attempt to tether her. She held on fiercely, but her demeanor remained unchanged.
“I’m going to let go so I can help you out of the car and then I’m going to take you upstairs,” Bucky explained delicately once they arrived at their destination. She showed no signs of acknowledging, other than releasing her grip when he opened his door.
Somehow the pair made it upstairs without her escalating further. Bucky directed Y/N on every step, prompting her for her keys, the floor number for the elevator, and then the apartment number. She managed to heed all of his gentle commands. It wasn’t until they were in the apartment that she finally surrendered. The day’s events had weakened her defenses. The pillars crumbled and Y/N fell apart on the floor of Wanda’s apartment.
“Sweetheart, I need you to breathe with me,” Bucky instructed as he kneeled down to face her as she gasped for air. “I’m going to grab your hand and place it on my chest. I want you to feel my breath and try to match that, ok Y/N?”
He didn’t expect a response, but didn’t want to startle her with his touch. She was still heaving in shallow breaths at a much too rapid pace so he switched tactics.
“Y/N, I want you to tell me five things you see right now. Don’t think about it, just name the first five things you see.”
She gasped painfully and then sputtered out her five items. “You… couch… floor… your arm… stool…”
“Good. You’re doing so good, Y/N. Now tell me four things you can hear.”
Her inhales became slightly less constricted. “Your voice… my voice… my breath… the fridge.”
“Amazing, Y/N. You’ve got this sweetheart. Now three things you can feel.”
Her breathing was starting to even out. “Your hand… my jeans… the floor.”
“I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’re doing so good. Tell me two things you can smell.”
Her breaths were coming easy now. “Candle… floor cleaner.”
“That’s it, Y/N. Last one. Tell me one thing you can taste.”
“Blood. I think I bit my tongue,” she chuckled nervously, suddenly acutely aware of the situation and flooded with embarrassment.
Bucky read the shame immediately.
“Y/N, can you look at me?” Her cheeks were red as tears started to stream from her eyes that raised to meet Bucky’s sympathetic gaze. “I am so proud of you. What you went through today was incredibly intense. You signed a new apartment, ran into your abusive ex, stood up to him, and then actually held him accountable.
“It’s a completely reasonable response to break down under the weight of so much change and trauma. You are so strong and I’m just so proud of how far you’ve come.” He squeezed her hand then pulled it from his chest to place on her lap before letting go.
The tears were now a waterfall and Y/N couldn’t stop the sobs that spilled from her throat when freed his grip from hers. “C-can you pl-pl-please h-hug  m-me?” she hiccuped.
Bucky obliged without a thought, wrapping his arms around her as she released every emotion she’d tucked away from the ordeal — and some that had been hiding in unlit crevices for far too long.
For twenty minutes, he rocked her gently, tracing light circles on her upper back with his metal hand, maintaining a firm but comforting grip with this other. He held the same even pressure around her until her sobs morphed into occasional hiccups. Then she finally pulled away, sniffling and rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands.
“I’m so sorry to--”
“Y/N, please. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Nothing. I’m glad I could be here for you. I mean it,” the corners of his eyes wrinkled as he flashed the smile that always awoke butterflies in her stomach.
“Stay,” she suddenly blurted out. The day’s events had worn her down so much that she lost all inhibition and reason and self-doubt.
“What?” Bucky blinked, not sure he’d heard her correctly.
“Stay. Tonight. Here. With me. I mean unless you don’t want to… shit, you don’t want to. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I knew I read this all wrong. You’re just doing your job and I--”
“I want to,” he interrupted her.
“Really?” Y/N looked up at him in disbelief.
“Really. Like, a lot,” he emphasized. “It’s just, we need to talk about this first. But you’ve been through so much today, I don’t want to create any more complications.”
“No, no I get it. I agree. I know this is not what’s supposed to happen. And this puts you in a difficult position. The last thing I want to do is jeopardise your career. I just, somewhere the lines started blurring for me. And I know what transference is, and I spent a lot of time thinking about it and I know, I mean I’m pretty sure anyways, that this isn’t that. I mean, I don’t know what this is, but I just…
She took a breath of courage before finishing her monologue.
“All I know is when I’m around you I’ve never felt more safe and cared for. You make me laugh. You add light to my life where there was only dark for so long. I didn’t know things could be this bright.”
Bucky grabbed Y/N’s hands in his, hoping the contrast of warmth and cold wouldn’t startle her. His heart was pounding so hard he feared it would break through his ribs.
“Y/N, I care about my clients. All of them. But it’s different different with you.” He sighed before continuing with his own confession. “I’ve tried to keep safe boundaries, but it’s been nearly impossible. And I can’t be your social worker if I have feelings like this.
Bucky started rambling at this point.
“Last week I decided I would help you find an apartment and then turn over your file to my colleague who just came back from mat leave, Maria Hill. She’s an excellent social worker and if you need any follow ups, I know she’ll take good care of you.
“And I’ll have to talk to the director. Maybe I’ll have to transfer to a sister centre. But I don’t care. If it means I get to continue whatever this is, to continue being here for you in whatever way you need, whatever way you deserve, then I’ll do it. I’d do anything for you, Y/N. I hope you know that.”
Without hesitating, Y/N flung herself into Bucky’s arms and started crying again, only this time she was laughing. “Oh my god, you are the sweetest man on the planet! I don’t know why I’m crying. God, this day has been a rollercoaster of emotions!” Bucky laughed at her unabashed excitement, his eyes glistening as well.
After tending to Bucky's chin, Y/N pulled together a few sandwiches as a makeshift dinner. Once they'd individually freshened up, the two laid together in Wanda’s spare bed. Bucky had his right arm around Y/N as she rested her cheek on his chest. One of Y/N’s hand traipsed along where his shoulder connected to the metal prosthetic while it drew cooling lines on her back.
“I hope it doesn’t bother you,” he whispered, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“Not at all,” she whispered back. “Would you think it was weird if I said I actually maybe possibly think it’s a turn-on?”
Bucky could feel her lips curl and he grinned, a warmth flooding his lower abdomen. He tilted his head down and placed the most delicate kiss on her forehead, hoping to communicate every thought racing through his mind in the single gesture.
“You’re incredible,” he mumbled through the kiss.
She returned the affection by placing a soft peck to his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she muttered, weariness from the events of the day wearing on her. Within minutes, her breathing slowed as the sound of Bucky’s heart lulled her to sleep.
Bucky resisted closing his eyes, not wanting the curtains to fall on the picture before him. When he finally succumbed, a smile remained on his face as he drifted into the most peaceful sleep he’d had in years.
Next chapter (coming soon).
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airconditioningac · 3 hours ago
Lunner (Bucky x Reader)
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Pairing: Bucky x Enhanced!Reader
Word Count: 1246
Warnings: Fluffyyyy, mentions/depictions of domestic abuse (not from Bucky), Reader gets hurt, protective Bucky
A/N: Yeah, yeah, you know the thing. Erm—I usually don’t really write enhanced reader, but the thought of knocking Bucky on his ass with ice is fun, so here we go. Please don’t copy my work onto this platform or other platforms.
Are-blogs, comments/critiques, and notes are GREATLY appreciated. thanks for all the support on my last fic too <3
Summary: Reader can conjure up ice, and is constantly using her talents to annoy him.
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“What was that for?!”
“You woke me up so early.” you complained, still giggly at the fact that you’d made Bucky fall flat on his ass.
“Just because you have these powers now, doesn’t mean that you should abuse me with them.”
Your heart tugged at the word abuse. No one knew your secret, not even Bucky.
You never thought that Alex would lay hands on you, but the more often it happened, the more often you made excuses for his behaviour. You couldn’t see the trap he’d lay you into so gently that it was hard for anyone to take notice. Thinking about abusing Bucky made you want to jump out of a window. It made you want to hide your icy cold hands away from the world or shove them into a fireplace.
“Hey, I was just kidding. It’s fine. You didn’t actually hurt me.” Bucky said, misunderstanding your moment of silence, but who could blame him?
You and Bucky had grown close, something that Bucky wasn’t used to. He wasn’t sure that he even knew how to do it. He always found himself being overly possessive, slightly clingy, and extremely protective. You didn’t seem to mind.
“Are you hungry? Do you want lunch?”
“No. I-I actually have a date.”
Liar. You mentally scolded yourself. Today was too important to blow it off on lunch with Bucky. Today, you would finally tell Alex that you two were done.
All the while, Bucky wallowed in self pity at his singleness. Specifically, his singleness in regards to you.
Bucky hated Alex, plain and simple. Everyone else claimed that Alex was a “nice guy” when you invited him to meet Captain America, but Bucky’s always hated him. It started with the fact that you didn’t hold the door open for you. Then he spoke over you every time you tried to talk. And he finished the night by asking you to get him a beer, despite your deadly fear of drinking and driving, unless it was one of the enhanced, who couldn’t get drunk.
You didn’t miss the look of disgust that Bucky blew your way, but you brushed it off of your shoulder as if it was nothing.
“Erm—I’ll be back soon, though. Maybe we can have... ‘lunner?’ Together?”
“Yeah, Bucko.” he hated when you called him that.
“I hate it when you call me that.” and you knew.
“I know.”
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6 hours. You missed “lunner”, and Bucky was mad. You promised. This was the first time you ever broke a promise, and Bucky didn’t like the fact that it was over Alex one bit.
“Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for you! I’m starving! Come on!”
He was starving? He’s been waiting? You couldn’t take it anymore. You simply wanted everything—even Bucky—to go away.
Bucky regretted everything.
Spiked shards of ice extended 10 feet away from you, attached to a central bead of ice, which kept you to your own.
“Hey... what’s wrong?”
But when Bucky tried to approach, the spikes got longer and longer, until he was more than 15 feet away from you.
“Y/N, please... talk to me.” he begged, setting down his phone on the table.
Talk. What was there to talk about? Were you supposed to talk about your bruised cheek? Were you supposed to talk about your broken heart?
“Don’t shut me out, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you.”
Sorry. Sorry was something you hadn’t heard for a long time. Maybe that was why the spikes retracted by 5 feet. Maybe that was why your tears started shedding. Maybe that was why you wanted to be held by him. The more you thought about it, the more your spikes retracted, not that you did anything to stop them.
He’d already taken you in. By the time the ice was gone, you were warm, and in his arms. God, did you hate the feeling of cold before him. Ironic, isn’t it?
“What’s wrong, Doll?” he asked, stroking your hair with his calloused palm. His metal hand contrasted that one, tugging from your waist.
When you didn’t reply, he lifted your chin to meet his eyes, but what he found was devastating.
It didn’t take him long to register what had happened—or at least portions of it. And he was ready to kill. All he saw was red, the colour of hate.
Just as Bucky was about the stomp to the door, you tucked yourself into his torso, tight enough the you almost knocked him over by squeezing around his stomach.
“He hit you.” Bucky seethed.
Still, his hands remained gentle as ever, rubbing circles on your back as you sobbed out all of your emotions.
“I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn’t, Bucky.”
“Before?” Bucky asked in disbelief. “How long has it been going on?!”
“... A year, maybe.”
Bucky physically tensed. Of course, he was still mad—furious—at Alexander, but he was even more upset with himself. With all his time spent with you, he hadn’t noticed anything off? Bucky felt like a punch to the gut had just been delivered, but it was only you, crying your eyes out.
Bucky would do anything for the woman he loved so much.
“I’ll kill him.”
Bucky ripped you arms off of his side, shoving his way to the door, but not even getting a footstep away from you.
“Bucky, wait!” you yelled, icing the floor beneath him, until he was sliding in your direction. “We-we broke up. I-I’m okay now.”
Never in his life had Bucky been so relieved. He didn’t know whether to jump for or call the police department. He was still determined to find Alex, but maybe now wasn’t the time.
“I’m sorry.” he repeated his words from earlier, giving them a different meaning. He sat on the floor, ice not allowing him to move any closer to the door.
You nodded quietly and tucked yourself back into his arms of protection. God, he was such a barrier from the world. He smelled of mint and cedar wood, something like a car freshener and expensive cologne. All you wanted to do was stay huddled in these arms forever.
“Did you get anything to eat?”
You had to stop yourself from giggling at the irony, so you shook your head against his clothed abs, frizzing up your hair.
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“It’s good.”
“You’re lying.”
“Well, you spent an hour trying to make those cookies, the least I can do was be nice about them.” Bucky tried to crumb off the burnt bottom of his chocolate chip and almond cookie.
“Hmph. I suck.”
“You don’t suck.” he started.
As he walked toward you, you created another ice patch under his feet, having little knowledge of the direction he’d fall in.
He ended up on top of you. His strong arms kept himself in a plank so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight, and all you could do was laugh.
“Now, what was that one for?”
“For lying to me.”
“I didn’t lie. You’re the least sucky woman I’ve ever met.”
You smiled at the childish words, remembering the first time you met Bucky.
“This sucks.”
“Oh...” you tried not to sound too disappointed.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Not you! This stupid internet thing! What the hell is a ‘Vine?’”
“And the smartest, most beautiful, most deserving, most admirable person I know.” He praised looking deeply into your soul through your pupils.
The wind had been knocked out of you, and without your knowledge, you stopped breathing a long time ago.
Just as you were about to tell Bucky all the reasons you loved him, and reject his statements, strong, warm, slightly chapped lips met your’s for a gentle kiss.
“Now you know why I missed you for ‘lunner.’”
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mischievoushiddleston · 10 hours ago
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Plot: Loki and Bucky spend a night of passion with a woman. It was supposed to be just one night, but the three don't know yet that one night wouldn't be enough for Bucky, Loki and Y/N...
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Chapter 9
"I thought it was just a simple family banquet." Y/N told Loki, startled, as they entered the ballroom.
Women in all variations of dresses and elegantly dressed men filled the hall. She stood between Loki and Bucky with her arms hooked in theirs. At first Y/N was unclear why Loki was wearing his Asgardian armor, including helmet, but now she understood. Bucky also blended in perfectly in his Asgardian attire, his hair were twisted at his sides and tied back. If Y/N hadn't known better, one might have thought he was an Asgardian. The hall fell silent and eyes turned to the three of them.
"Now Y/N. This is what a feast of the royal family looks like in Asgard." Loki laughed lightly.
"Prince Loki of Asgard accompanied by Lady Y/N Y/L/N of Midgard and Lord James Buchanan Barnes of Midgard." Shouted a servant loudly and they began to stride further into the hall.
"Since when am I a lord?" Bucky asked with a grin.
"Well, Lord sounds better than former assassin." Loki looked at Bucky and laughed. As they passed the people bowed to Loki, but Y/N could hear the soft whispers as well.
"A woman with two male escorts. The prince lives up to his title as the god of mischief." Giggled an unidentified woman. But instead of looking ashamed on the floor, Y/N lifted her chin proudly. Who could be lucky enough to meet and be loved by two wonderful men at once? They walked to the side and Y/N exhaled in relief. She smoothed out her green dress with gold accents. A servant handed them a tray with glasses, Y/N took it and looked at the drink. Just as she was about to take a sip of the strange drink, Loki carefully took it from her hand.
"This is Asgardian alcohol and is not suitable for you in your condition." He explained to Y/N and downed it down in one gulp. "That doesn't apply to me, though." She rolled her eyes.
"May I ask you for a dance, my lady?" Y/N looked to her side, there stood a man with short brown hair, but he was quite a bit shorter than Loki or Bucky. Loki chuckled softly and looked down at the ground, Y/N and the strange man followed his gaze, and around his feet several snakes coiled and began to snake up his leg. The man squealed and ran away in a panic.
“He's screaming like a girl!" Laughed Bucky and Loki.
"You guys are mean." Laughed Y/N, watching the man still running down the hall. "I'd like to dance."
"Well then, shall we?" Loki held his hand out to her and led her to the dance floors. Elegantly, he turned her around and pulled her closer to him by her waist. "You look beautiful today, Y/N." He spun her around the ballroom.
"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself." Y/N giggled. Loki spun her around and she bumped into a hard chest. Y/N looked up and gazed into the blue eyes of Bucky.
"Hello, my dear." Bucky smiled and danced the other half of the dance with Y/N. As the three left the dance floor all eyes were on them. Odin looked at them with anger, but Loki just bowed jokingly and smiled. Frigga came up to them and smiled.
"Y/N, you look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly." Frigga looked at her more closely.
“Thank you Frigga, you look stunning as well." Y/N returned the compliment. Bucky and Loki looked at each other questioningly.
"It seems like my mother isn't interested in me anymore." Loki said jokingly. Frigga looked at him and raised her eyebrow.
"That's entirely your fault for introducing me to such an interesting woman." Frigga looked again at Y/N. "I would also like to give you something." She looked questioningly at Frigga as she pulled something from the side of her dress.
"It has been given to the women in my family for generations. My mother gave it to me, but since I have two sons, I saved it for my daughter-in-law." She opened the small blue bag and took out a necklace with a blue gemstone pendant." Y/N looked at Loki, who had a surprised expression on his face. "And since I expect you to be my daughter-in-law one day, I want you to have it."
“But Frigga..." Y/N wanted to protest, but Frigga simply raised her hand with a smile. She gestured to turn around and put the chain around her neck. There was gasping in the hall, but Y/N was not clear why. She turned back to her and Frigga took her hands in his. "I thank you Frigga."
"You don't have to thank me." Frigga said and said her goodbyes.
"Shall we get out of here?" Loki asked mischievously.
"Are we allowed to? We just got here." Y/N seemed suspicious.
"That means we've been here long enough. Now, let's get out of here." Loki made the three of them disappear in a green mist. When Y/N opened her eyes, they had arrived in a large room even larger than her own. A large golden bed stood in the center of the room, with several bookshelves lining the wall. "Welcome to my chambers." Loki pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. "Norns, I've been wanting to do this for hours."
"Can someone help me out of this dress?" Y/N turned to the men.
“I’d love to, doll." Bucky quickly opened her dress and it bunched up at her feet. Y/N stepped out of the dress and turned back to them. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra before sliding her panties off her legs. Bucky and Loki both looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing.
"Where is the bathroom?" Y/N asked, biting her lip. Loki pointed to the door behind her and looked at her body. She turned and swayed her hips seductively. At the door, she turned to the two men and smiled. "Won't you join me?" Y/N entered the bathroom and walked to the large, round bathtub.
She turned the faucet and water began to fill the tub. Y/N sat down on the edge of the bathtub as Bucky and Loki followed her. Both men began to undress and Loki dropped to his knees in front of her. He pulled her legs apart and put her legs over his shoulders. He licked over the slit of her pussy and sucked on her clit. His fingers traveled down her body to her pussy before he pushed two fingers inside her. Loki quickly thrust his fingers into her pussy. With a mischievous smile, he pulled away from her and pulled his fingers out.
Bucky got into the tub and held out his hand to help her in. Loki followed the two and sat down in the tub. Bucky sat down and pulled Y/N onto his lap in the warm water. She took his hard cock in her hand and pumped it a few times before guiding it to her pussy and lowering herself onto him.
"Mmm...Bucky..." Loki gently pushed Y/N forward onto Bucky’s chest and spread her ass cheeks. The tip of his cock began to press into her ass before filling her completely with one quick thrust. Y/N held onto Bucky's shoulders as they both quickly thrust into her. "Oh god!...Loki...Bucky."
"You feel so good, Y/N." Moaned Loki into her shoulder. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."
"Mmm..." Agreed Y/N, moaning as Bucky started rubbing her clit.
"Y/N you are so tight. You're driving me crazy." Bucky moaned and thrust his cock hard into her pussy. Loki pulled out of her ass almost completely, only the tip remaining inside her before he thrust back into her. His hands massaged her breasts and Bucky nibbled on her neck. Y/N's pussy tightened as both men began to pulse inside her. After a few more thrusts, they filled Y/N with their hot cum and Y/N began to shake as she came to her orgasm.
"Well that was fast." Bucky laughed. Y/N rested on his chest and Loki lay on her back.
"I promised you guys a full night..." Y/N stated mischievously and the three of them knew that the night had just begun.
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drunken-imagines · 11 hours ago
stars aligned — bucky barnes
a/n: for the sake of this we will pretend that this is completely possible and there are no consequences from the universe for how this goes okay thx <3
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summary: 1940s bucky fell in love with you and there is no other woman he could love. with all the heartbreak after the blip, and a way is presented to bring you back, can it work?
word count: 7.1k
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Bucky Barnes. Fucking Bucky Barnes. He was the smoothest talking, charming man in all of Brooklynn. He had been ever since you could remember. Even in grade school, his reputation was known throughout multiple grades that he was the boy of everyone’s dreams. The only problem: Bucky knew it. He knew how desired he was and he wasn’t necessarily an ass about it, but he knew that women wanted him.
Now, one of your most prided features was that you were not one of them. You refused to be one of his little flings and have your heart broken by him. Also on that list was you were one of the few women who talked to Steve Rogers. There may have not been anything there romantically, but you adored that man as a friend.
All was well until you gave in. After years of putting Bucky off, you finally gave him a chance. One date you had told him. One date turned into a month. Then a couple more months, the two of you went out on town, laughing, flirting. Practically labeled a couple, and then nothing. No calls, no more dates, no more acknowledgment. He had dropped you and crushed you just as you swore you would never allow it. And then he was gone.
To say you were crushed was an understatement. Steve checked on you after, scolded his best friend, but at the end of the day, he was his best friend. Being in Steve’s company helped. And then he left.
And then there was you.
So what did you do?
You did what you could do and you became a nurse for the army.
Months had passed since you had seen the two men. Months stretched longer and your heart became less and less hurt, slowly bandaging itself back together. Bucky Barnes was barely a thought.
All of your focus went into your hurt men, tending to their wounds, unknowingly lifting their spirits, some even falling for you. Helping and caring for them helped you heal as well. The job was excruciatingly heartbreaking. What you had seen, how battered some of them came in was something you would never be able to unsee. But you helped them. Your smile brought smiles to their pained bodies and sometimes laughter when you would crack some jokes.
There was not a lot of down time for everyone, well until half the proclaimed “dead” soldiers were found and saved. Celebration erupted after that, even for the nurses - who had been working tirelessly to help the men.
Tonight, you and few of the other ladies had off and were enjoying yourself at a bar. Most of the drinks were on the house or men were buying them for you. You were sat at the bar, eyes glued onto your drink. Not much was running through your mind. The chatter and cheers wouldn’t allow for much thinking, or any deep thoughts.
“So what’s a pretty lady like you doing by herself?” a familiar voice flirtatiously spoke. Whipping your head around, your eyes were met with Bucky Barnes. Bucky fucking Barnes. “y/n,” he breathed. His blue eyes widened at the realization. His lips were a rosy red and the lighting in the bar made his skin glow somehow.
After a moment of admiring, the pent up rage of months of heartbreak slammed you and your hand was flung across his face as you slapped him. Your narrowed angry eyes widened as you realized what you had just done. Then your eyes saw Steve. He was huge, chiseled and beautiful. Steve had a wide grin on his face as he busted out laughing.
“Steve?” you exclaimed. Quickly, you hopped off the seat and flung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight a hug.
“Hi y/n,” he chuckled out, hugging you back.
Pulling away, you looked over him with in a friendly manner.
“What the heck happened to you?” you asked.
“So I get a slap in the face and he gets a hug?” Bucky grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.
“I wasn’t the idiot who stood her up,” Steve teased, raising an eyebrow to him. You stepped out of his proximity, eyes looking back and forth as you saw them share a knowing look.
“I would have said asshole, but idiot will do,” you added, bitterly. “But it is wonderful seeing you, Steve,” you kindly spoke, giving his arm a friendly squeeze.
“You too, y/n,” Steve grinned. “What are you doing out here?”
“Oh, you know, I’m actually a Sergeant leading my own group of men,” you nodded, messing with the boy.
“Wow,” Steve said, impressed.
“Not actually,” you laughed, “I’m a nurse.”
“Well, I have a really bad messed up hip you could look at,” Bucky chimed in, coming to stand beside you and Steve.
“Screw you,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.
“Hey,” Bucky started, his hand grabbing on your arm gently as you turned your head away from him. “Can we talk?”
“Can we talk?” you laughed out, mockingly. “We could of talked when you completely dropped me with no explanation. We could have talked before you took out another five girls before you left. Or we could of talked before you left, but no. You just forgot about me. So no we can’t talk,” you spat, taking your arm out of his grip.
“I’m going to take this as my cue,” Steve cleared his throat, stalking away from the two of you
“I’m sorry,” Bucky apologized. For the first time since you got here, he genuinely showed some emotion besides some cocky, gorgeous soldier. “Truly, I am so sorry, y/n.”
You allowed yourself to look him over. He looked damn good in his uniform. His jacket fit him so well and made him look even more handsome than he normally looked. His hair was swept in a side part and even though he had been fighting in a war, his skin looked flawless.
“Why?” you pried, gulping as you imagined how vulnerable you looked. And god you did. Bucky could feel his heart sink into his stomach as he looked down at you. Your eyes were huge as the pain you had been trying to hide revealed itself. Your normal sweet smile was replaced with a slight pout. He could feel himself physically pained by your hurt.
“I was a jerk,” Bucky lied. He kicked himself for doing it, but there was one reason he did it and that reason still applied.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” you croaked, feeling heat rise to your skin.
His mouth fell agape as he tried to say something. He didn’t.
Without wasting another second, you spun around on your heel, heading out of the bar and into the cool night air. The city was busy around you as people walked around and cheered and yelled happily. Your heels clacked on the sidewalk as you walked anywhere away from the bar.
“y/n!” a voice called. Determined, you kept waking away, but were quickly halted by a body standing in front of you. Steve stood, not winded in the slightest. “What happened?” he asked, eyes filled with concern.
“He’s an ass,” you hoarsely spoke, feeling the true emotion take over you: heartbreak.
“What did he say?”
“There was no reason for him doing it besides he was a jerk. That’s all he said to me,” you answered, trying to regain what little dignity you had.
“That’s not true,” Steve rebutted, shaking his head at you.
“Then why, Steve?” you croaked, feeling your eyes well up with tears.
“You have to ask him,” Steve replied, giving a defeated smile.
“I did,” you snapped. “And it got me nowhere.”
“Go ask him for the truth,” Steve nodded towards the bar.
“Why should I?” you questioned.
“Just, come with me,” Steve ordered, taking your hand before gently tugging you back to the bar. The second you walked back in, your gaze fell upon Bucky. He was leaned against the bar, his hand clutching his temple as he scrunched his face. He seemed stressed as he slung back his shot of whiskey. “Bucky, follow me you dumbass,” Steve barked. Bucky and you locked eyes for a moment before he followed where Steve led him. It was not quiet by any means but it was a hell of a lot quieter. This corner of the bar was deserted. Finally, Steve let go of you.
“Now, Buck, you’re going to tell y/n the real reason you let her go,” Steve stated, looking to his friend with a stern face. Rolling his eyes, Bucky gulped while Steve walked away. The two of you remained staring at each other.
“If you don’t start talking, I might slap you again,” you threatened, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared over to the beautiful man.
Clearing his throat, he adjusted his footing before opening his mouth.
“I am an ass,” Bucky started. Snickering, you rolled your eyes. “I’m also weak.”
Narrowing your eyes, you watched as he let out a huff of air.
“When I asked you out, I didn’t expect it to go that far. I just- I had always had a thing for you since I could remember and before I left - which I thought I was brave for enlisting - and that I owed myself to ask you out. I deserved to take you out at least once before I went off and could have died. The next thing I knew, you were the only woman I wanted to spend time with and everyday was better with you in it,” Bucky threw you a small smile as your glaring softened. “But like I said, there’s a good chance I was going to die out here and I couldn’t- I wouldn’t put you through that, y/n. So I stopped coming around, even took out a few girls to make sure you wouldn’t even want a chance with me.”
For a moment, you stood there, just blinking and processing. Normally, you would assume the worst and that it was a lie, but Steve knew this. Steve made him tell you this, meaning Bucky told Steve before he left.
“I don’t know what to say,” you started, shaking your head. Bucky gave you a smile, thinking your speechlessness was a win. He was wrong. “You are an idiot. You think after all that if you would have died I wouldn’t have cared? The damage was already done, Barnes. I started falling for your stupid, charming self. No matter what stupid things you’d done, if you would have died, a piece of me would have too,” you seethed, feeling enraged by him and his idiocy.
“y/n,” Bucky began, calmly.
“No, don’t. Just-you think you were saving me? Being noble? No you were just a selfish idiot!” you exclaimed. Your arms fell to your sides as you clenched your hands into fists angrily. “That wasn’t for you to decide,” you exhaled, shaking your head.
“I am so sorry,” Bucky apologized, taking a step closer to you. “I regret it.”
“I know this sounds stupid cause it was only a few months, but Bucky I was destroyed,” you admitted, feeling hot as a wave of embarrassment washed over you. It’s not that you wanted his pity, but it was the truth.
“I wish I could take it back,” Bucky swallowed, gazing down at you.
“Well, like I said. It was only a few months. Not like we were in love or anything,” you regained your composure, standing up straighter as you tried to dismiss all this. “Good luck to you, Barnes.”
One last final look. You memorized every feature you could of him before you took a step around him. Whatever could have been, it couldn’t be now. He would be off to who knows where tomorrow and you would be back to tending to your men.
“That’s it?” Bucky asked, hitching your steps. “After all that you’re just going to shut everything I just said down because we weren’t together for a longer amount of time?”
“We weren’t together,” you said, keeping your back turned.
“That’s bullshit,” Bucky snapped. Looking behind you, you saw his nostrils flare slightly. “What the hell am I doing?” he asked, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling for a moment as he battled some inner dialogue.
“We weren’t,” you repeated.
“No, dammit, y/n. You’re not going to switch this up! You’re not going to sit here after telling me I’m an idiot and then just walk away and pretend like those months weren’t the best months of either of our lives!” Bucky erupted like a volcano. Maybe it was the war, maybe it was you, maybe it was the fact that you had finally struck a nerve. Dismissing what the two of you shared was something that he would not allow.
“There’s no point. What are we going to do now? I’m back to the camps tomorrow just as you are. It’s easier if we don’t,” you croaked, feeling more vulnerable than you had ever before in your life.
“Don’t you dare talk about there being no point- y/n, just. No fuck this,” Bucky shook his head. Clarity showed through and determination next. Within two strides he was right in front on you. Seconds later, his arms were thrown around your waist and he had you tugged against his frame. Before you could even take a breath, he slammed his lips on yours. The kiss of a lifetime. Any sort of rage or doubt dissipated at the feeling. His plump lips weren’t as soft as they once were but they didn’t feel any less amazing. His hands were firmly planted on your hips as you flung yours around his neck, leaning him over you.
Basking in this moment, you tried to memorize the feeling of his hands on your hips, his lips latched onto yours, his neat hair that your fingers were ruffling through. This was it. That earth-shattering kiss, that moment that people only dream of having. When he pulled away, you were seeing stars. Slowly, you came back down to earth as he gazed down at you.
“I would rather enjoy one pointless night with you then let you go again,” Bucky breathed, as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Your heart thudded against the walls of your chest at his words.
“One night,” you grimly chuckled.
“One night,” he repeated.
The two of you scurried out of the bar, his hand held in yours. The bar goers cheered and whistled knowingly. Neither of you paid them a lick of mind as you hurriedly made your way to a spot you knew would be empty.
“How many soldiers you brought out here?” Bucky teased, raising an eyebrow.
“None,” you mumbled, glaring up at him.
“Then how you know a spot?” he inquired.
“Just cause I haven’t doesn’t mean I don’t know people who have,” you shot back, earning you a grin from Bucky.
“I didn’t kiss any of them,” Bucky stated, making your furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “The girls I took out. I didn’t kiss them or do anything with them.”
Snickering, you responded, “I doubt that.”
“I didn’t, y/n,” Bucky repeated, sternly. A layer of hurt evident in his tone. “Have you-ya know done any-“
“No,” you interrupted. The moment for being embarrassed about it had passed. There was no point. No point in putting up a wall, pretending anything. One night. That was all you got with the man.
“I wouldn’t have been mad if you did,” Bucky started as you turned a corner, tugging him inside an abandoned building. When you halted, Bucky stood in front of you, looking you up and down. His girl. No matter where life took you, you would always be his girl. And he would always be yours. The building wasn’t completely abandoned. It was just a little out of the bustling streets of the city. It used to be a little shop until it closed down with all the hardships of the war. Some of the nurses stumbled upon it when they were mingling with soldiers. It used to be a bookstore. The shelves were still lined with books and the front window let the moon cast a glow in the store.
“You going to keep asking questions or are you gunna kiss me, Sergeant Barnes?” you asked, batting your eyelashes as you held your hands behind your back, swaying on your heels. A dazzling smirk swept over him as took a few steps towards you.
“A bit needy are we?” he teased, towering over you for a moment.
“Not needy,” you breathed as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, his grin dimly lit by the moonlight. “Just reminding you we don’t have much time.”
“I don’t want this to be rushed,” he began, his voice velvety as he dipped his head down, trailing kisses along your jaw, dipping into your neck. “I want to take my time with you, doll. I want to remember every moment of this. If this is my only chance with you then I want to cherish every damn second we have.” His voice was slightly muffled between kisses.
“We don’t have to rush, Buck,” you exhaled as he kissed a tender spot, making your head roll back.
His head neglected your neck as he looked down at you, his hands moving from around you to cupping both of your cheeks in his hands.
“You’re my girl,” Bucky spoke, swallowing thickly. “No matter what happens, you’re my girl. And I will always be yours.” You clamped down on your bottom lip as you tried your hardest to hold back the tears. The tone of his voice was endearing and bittersweet, almost as if he was already saying goodbye. He wasn’t of course, but there was no happy ending for this. Unless months later or years, who knows with this war, maybe you two would come back together, but there was no guarantee. A wave of sadness washed over you as you looked up into his ocean blue eyes. Waves thrashed through his eyes as he was going through the same feeling as you. “No tears, baby, please,” he shakily let out, letting his thumb caress your cheeks to soothe you.
“I’ll always be yours, Buck,” you smiled, lip quivering.
“Always mine,” he repeated, nodding his head. A tear lulled down your cheek as your heart thumped in your chest. “I’ve never made a girl cry before I had sex with her,” Bucky teased and your mouth parted a little as you let out a bitter laugh.
“You’re an ass,” you laughed, sniffling.
“I love you,” Bucky voiced so sure. Now your mouth was left agape. “y/n y/l/n, I love you. I had to tell you that.”
“No, shh,” Bucky shook his head, causing your to close your mouth. “Don’t say it back. Don’t say anything,” he rasped, a tear rolling down his flushed cheek.
Before you could protest, he latched his lips to yours, moving them tentatively against yours as your head tilted back. You were completely under his spell, your body moved whatever way his did, your lips followed his, every movement he did you followed.
“Always my girl,” he mumbled against your lips, tugging down on your lower lip as you let out a shaky breath in pleasure.
The next morning, you awoke with a note left next to you.
I love you y/n.
- Always yours,

Your Idiot, Asshole Bucky Barnes
The reality of it crushed you. It was still early, just a little past dawn. In the time it would take you to get back, you could cry and grieve what could have been and still have enough time to regain your composure before you went back to work.
The ride was long and dreadful. The paper was tucked into your hand neatly. A piece of your heart gone, the rest hanging on by a thin, worn-out bandaid. Your mind replayed the night before, focusing on every touch, every kiss, everything about him. Remembering as much as you could, not wanting to forget any of him. You wouldn’t. Bucky Barnes was unforgettable.
A week passed and still your mind was completely taken over by him. Any spare time you had for thinking, your brain centered around him, your heart sinking each time. Things were beginning to look up for the war. Soldiers were in higher spirits, moral was boosted and so was their recovery. You were the complete opposite, especially after hearing the news: you were to be sent over to another camp. All the women you had become close with, all the soldiers you had healed all left behind. There was no choice in it. It was your duty.
The morning you left, you packed your belongings and went from a military vehicle to a cab to another cab to another military vehicle.
When you arrived, you were immediately met with many soldiers gazes. Nothing out of the ordinary. There were few women around and the men were touch deprived. As usual, you ignored their glances, whistles and such, holding your head high and focusing on your job.
You were shown to your tent and then over to the facility. After you were shown around, you were thrown to the wolves, beginning to care for the soldiers. Thankfully, most of them were in good condition, mostly just broken bones, few concussed. The rowdy yells caught your attention from behind you. Not an uncommon thing to here with the men rough housing and such. Rolling your eyes, you looked back down to your patient, continuing to wrap his shoulder in a sling.
“They are very loud,” you observed, causing him to chuckle.
“Most of us are,” he nodded, watching as you gently placed the strap around him. You gave him a warm smile after he thanked you before turning your attention to the noise.
“I’m fine! I don’t need to see anyone,” a voice exclaimed. A familiar one. But it wasn’t possible. Your breath caught in your throat as you listened intently, praying to any and every God it wasn’t some cruel joke. That you had heard it and heard it correctly. After some bickering, someone came through the tent flaps, messily.
“Bucky,” you gasped, eyes wide as you locked onto him. It was him. Bucky Barnes was standing in your presence. Then his eyes saw yours.
“Y/n?” he breathed.
“What- what are you?” you sputtered out, not truly believing your eyes. The shock on his face had morphed into happiness quickly.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, rushing over to you, sweeping you into his embrace.
“Buck,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he nuzzled into your neck.
“I- how are you here?” Bucky asked, pulling his face away, but keeping you in his arms. Your eyes looked him over. He was wearing a beat up henley, his dog tags hanging from his neck, thudding against his chest. His hair was a little greasy and he looked dirty but still so damn beautiful.
“I got relocated,” you shook your head, smiling in disbelief.
“Wait- so you’re staying here?” he asked, beaming down hopefully.
All you could do was nod. Your Bucky was here, standing right in front of you, in your arms after you thought there was no chance for the two of you. One night that now could go somewhere.
“Thank god,” he chuckled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.
“I love you too,” you blurted out, finally feeling allowed to say it. That night he never let you say it back to him, and now with you two coming together again, twice. It felt like fate and destiny and like the world and stars and moons all aligned for this very moment.
“I love you,” he smiled, pushing a stray hair behind your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” you admitted, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him. 
“It’s like fate, isn’t it?” he beamed, scrunching his nose as it widened.
“Or a punishment for me,” you joked.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. 
“Oh you think just cause we spent one night together I’m going to go all easy on you, Barnes?” you teased. One of his eyebrows raised up at you, taunting you.
“If I recall correctly, I believe you were screaming out Sergeant Barnes the last time I saw you,” Bucky cockily spoke, lowly as he said it into your ear. The tops of your ears heated up at the contact.
“I think you misheard,” you gulped, smiling up at him.
“Whatever you say, doll,” he chuckled, letting his hand come to the side of your neck, pulling you up to him to lay a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’ll have you screaming it again later tonight,” he added, letting his lips ghost over yours as he spoke.
“Bucky!” you felt flush as your eyes darted around you, making sure no one heard. 
“Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure they all know you’re my girl,” Bucky grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. “But, I gotta run, doll. Ten o’clock, I’ll be at your tent,” Bucky winked.
Shaking your head, you watched as he sauntered away from you. When he reached the flaps of the tent, he turned back around to face you.
“I love you, Nurse y/n y/l/n!” he exclaimed, obnoxiously as you let out an embarrassed laugh. That was Bucky, your Bucky. 
“I love you too, Sergeant James Barnes!” you laughed out, shaking your head at the wide grin he threw your way. A couple whistles and chuckles ripped through the men that laid in their cots before he threw the flap open and left.
The weeks that passed were the best of your life. The word love even felt inadequate to describe what you felt for Bucky. Every night that he could, he snuck out his tent and into yours, spending till the early hours in the morning before he ran back to his. The war was finally turning in the favor of them. Steve led troops and had win after win. Each new mission, you followed with the other medics and every time they won. You stood, waiting for their return. Once Bucky saw you, he would sprint over to you, swooping you up in a hug, and twirling you in a circle as you laughed.
Tonight, the two of you were rolled around in your uncomfortable cot, he was lying next to you on his side with his hand propping his head up as he stared at you, memorizing every nook and cranny of your face and body. There was a permanent smile etched into his face as he admired you. In the dim light, you could see his eyes twinkling as he looked down at you.
“I got you something,” he blurted out, capturing your full attention. In confusion, you furrowed your eyebrows. His chest was bare and he leaned over your body, grabbing his pants. His tags clanked together before the cool material fell against your chest. When he returned, he sat up on his knees and you quickly sat up in front of him. The cool air nipped at your skin now that the blanket wasn’t covering your bare body. 
“Is this another snack?” you teased, but he didn’t pay you mind as he held a hand behind his back. 
“No, it’s something else,” he cleared his throat, nervously adjusting his weight.
“What is it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. He let a huff out of air as he visibly looked nervous.
“It’s not anything super special, I couldn’t get much, but,” he began before his hidden hand came out. In it he held a picture of the two of you smiling at each other and a locket. It had a gorgeous flower engraved on the front. Your eyes shot up from the gifts up to him.
“Buck,” you breathed, as your bottom lip poked out. Eyes wide, you reached your hand out shakily as you took the locket. It popped open easily and when you opened it, you saw a picture of Bucky with a gorgeous smile. The next side had a message engraved “Yours forever, Love Bucky”.  “It’s beautiful,” you smiled, tears welling up in your eyes. Next, you took the picture, examining it completely. He was grinning down at you, his hand cupping your cheek as you laughed up at him. The two of you looked so in love in it, you could feel your heart swell. 
“I wish the necklace was a little nicer, but,” Bucky chuckled, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Bucky and nervous were not a common pair. This reaction just made it all the sweeter.
“I love it, thank you,” you smiled, looking back up to him. 
“I can help you put it on if you want,” he offered and you quickly handed it back to him, bowing your head down so he could lock it safely around your neck. His fingers pushed the hair off your neck, leaving goosebumps. The clasp was quickly secured and you brought your head back up, cradling the locket in your fingers, grinning. 
“I love you,” you smiled, leaning forward to give him a grateful kiss. When you pulled away, he had a small smile over his lips. 
“I love you too, doll.”
Something was off, with his tone. Nervously, you gulped.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, concern leaking out of you.
“Can you promise me something?” he asked.
“Sure,” you replied.
“Promise me, if I don’t make it out of this you will find someone,” Bucky began, making your eyes widen.
“No, I will not promise that, anything else but that,” you immediately replied, shaking your head in disbelief. “Don’t talk like this.”
“y/n, I need you to promise me that, that you will find someone who makes you smile and you’ll have some gorgeous babies,” Bucky repeated, sternly looking to you.
“No,” you shook your head, feeling all of your body begin to panic. The thought alone of a life without Bucky in it made you want to shrivel up and cry.
“You have to promise me,” he begged, letting his hand come up grab the side of your face gently.
“Would you do it? If it was the other way around?” you asked, quickly.
“I don’t know if I could, but-”
“Then why the hell would you ask that from me?” you hoarsely spoke, feeling how dry it felt from the idea of it.
“Because I need to know if I don’t make it out of here, that you will still get that beautiful life you deserve, y/n,” he answered, forcing a pained smile to his face.
“I want a life with you,” you stated. “I want all that with you, Bucky.”
“I need you to promise me you’ll get that regardless,” he croaked, biting down on his lower lip to try and conceal the real pain plaguing him.
“I won’t promise that,” you shook your head. “I will not promise that I will find someone else because I cannot imagine a life without you in it.”
“You’re so stubborn,” he chuckled bittersweetly. 
“I wouldn’t ask that from you, if I died,” you added, looking up into his blue eyes, seeing the dark waves in the ocean color. The pain, the fear. 
“I wouldn’t want that with anyone else, either,” Bucky admitted. 
“How are you going to give me this necklace then tell me to marry someone else if you don’t make it all within the same moment,” you shook your head, seeing a laugh rip through him. 
“I love you,” Bucky stated.
“I love you… Even when you’re an idiot.”
He left early the next morning. His instructions were clear, anytime you worried, close your eyes and hold the locket and remember his love for you. You did it more often then you should have. These missions were always troublesome. You always tried your hardest to keep your mind focused on your patients and busy yourself with work when they left, because if not it was too unbearable to think of the possibilities.
Normally, they would be back late that night or the next morning. They were never gone for too long since the camps move in accordance to their next target. The day went by dreadfully slow and when it was time for sleep, you stared at the picture he had printed of the two of you. Your hand clutched the locket until you finally dozed off.
When you awoke the next morning, you did your usual routine, keeping your mind as cool and collected as you could. A couple hours into tending to your men, you heard the loud cheers of soldiers, meaning they returned. Hurriedly, you bolted out of the tent, walking out to see the men returning over the hill. Steve was in front, in his normal fashion. Once they got closer, you could see the look on Steve’s face. No notorious smile, just a straight face. Your eyes darted, not seeing Bucky beside him. He was always beside him. Always. Then Steve met your eyes, that’s when you felt it. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your stomach flopped down so hard you could feel yours legs giving out on you. It was the pity on his face, the glazing over of his eyes.
Everything blurred around you, you could feel Steve’s arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. Words left him but you couldn’t process them. He was gone.
You never moved on. Ever. You never found a man or had a family. There was no need. You had your one earth-shattering love. Bucky. No one could live up to him and he deserved someone to love him so much that no one could take his place. You lived your life, had some pets and a small house and looked after your family and helped with others children. And most of all, you lived everyday with half of your heart missing, it was too busy morning and loving Bucky.
When Bucky finally regained consciousness after years of brainwashing, the first thing he did was try and find you. He did. Your grave. You had passed away and it felt like half of his heart died. He found out you never settled down after him and he could feel his heart shatter in his chest at the revelation. You had loved him so much that you never even went on a date with another man. And that was how much he loved you.
He wished he died so many times and now with you gone, it felt as if there was no meaning to living.
When the blip happened, Steve had momentarily forgotten about you. Without Bucky alive, and seeing his best friend grieving you, he had forgotten, but once he got Bucky back, he remembered, everything.
The moment has come for him to return the stones. He looked to Bucky and thats when he knew, if he was going to be selfish and get his happy ending, Bucky deserves his. It was in that moment he decided the mission.
You sat on your porch, a book in your hand, as you rocked on your swing, captured mentally with a far away love story. A momentarily, startlingly rustle in your yard ripped your eyes away to look in front of you. Steve Rogers stood in front of you, appearing out of thin air. Your stomach tightened, mouth agape as you stared at him, blinking hurriedly. It was a dream, Steve was dead.
“Hi, y/n,” he smiled.
“Steve?” you croaked, feeling the familiar hot tears brimming your wide eyes. He had been pronounced dead, saving the city.
“You going to sit there staring or are you going to come give me a hug?” he chuckled. Shakily, you stood up stepping down the steps and flinging your arms around his neck, clutching him to you. Life without Bucky was one of the worst things imaginable, but life without Bucky or Steve was even more soul crushing.
“You’re really here,” you cried out, feeling your emotions get the best of you. “How are you here?” you let out, holding him closely as he squeezed you in his arms. When he set you down on the ground, you looked him over, still not used to his now built form.
“We have a lot to discuss,” he smiled, giving your arm a comforting squeeze.
“I thought you were dead,” you croaked, a smile creeping up on your face as you looked over Steve. He was real.
“Can we sit down somewhere?” Nodding, you led him into your home, and he looked over everything, his eyes catching the framed picture of your and Bucky, picking it up off the shelf. He politely declined your offer for tea or snack or anything, instead saying it’s best for you to take a seat.
“Do you miss him?” Steve asked, still looking over the picture in the frame in his hands.
“Every second of everyday,” you winced out, swallowing the lump in your throat. Steve’s eyes flicked to you.
“If there was a way for you to see him again would you take it?” Steve asked.
“Of course,” you answered, beginning to furrow your eyebrows, suspiciously.
“Do anything?” Steve continued.
You nodded.
“Even if it sounded crazy?” Steve questioned.
“Steve, what’s going on?” you asked.
Sighing, he told you everything. That Bucky had been alive and that he is still alive in the future; that Steve is from the future and he’s currently in the ice and that Bucky didn’t die that day and instead was held captive and was brainwashed by HYDRA for decades. Most importantly, he told you he could take you to the future to see Bucky. Throughout the whole spiel, your lips remained parted in shock. It took awhile before you could say anything, even process.
“You said you would do anything. I’m giving you the chance. Are you going to take it?” Steve asked, leaning forward and leaning his elbows on his knees.
Without hesitation, you breathed out, “Yes.”
Bucky stood staring at the platform. All the men were starting to panic as Banner mentioned Steve was taking too long. Suddenly, Banner was speaking and clicking buttons loudly and before Bucky’s eyes, someone stood. It took him a moment until he registered. It was you. It was his y/n.
He stood in front of you, his hair longer than you had ever seen. His face was more than stubbly and in this light he was glowing. He wore tight black pants and a black jacket and his blue eyes were glazed over as a wave of emotion washed over him.
“y/n?” he whispered out, shaking his head. You were different, you were modernized ever so slightly. Your hair wasn’t done how it once was, it was long and flowed down behind your shoulders almost a little messily, but it was you. Most importantly, he saw the locket still wrapped neatly around your neck. “How-“
“Long story,” you giggled, nervously clasping your hands in front of you.
“But you’re here,” he let out, processing your presence.
“I’m here,” you whimpered, feeling your own wave of emotion wash over you. Pain. Pain for morning him and thinking he was dead and now seeing him in front of you and not knowing what to do. Do you kiss him? Hug him? Do you have to talk first? Your stomach was in your throat as your heart beat erratically in your chest, thumping loudly. A silence fell over the two of you as you both stared at each other.
Hesitantly, he took a step to you. Then another, and then he was stood right in front of you. His hands came out of his pockets and you looked down, seeing his metal hand. The pain that throbbed in your chest as you thought of your perfect, sweet Bucky enduring the torture and having his limb replaced with a metal one.
He noticed you staring, feeling his stomach sink. That was it, you were going to fear him.
Instead, your hand reached out shakily, taking his cool metal hand in your own, looking up at him.
Such a small act, but it told Bucky everything he needed for the moment. His other arm wrapped around your waist as he tugged you into his firm chest. Your head snuggled into his chest as he nuzzled his own face into your neck. Both of you cried against one another, the relief that you felt in one another was overwhelming.
“I love you,” Bucky mumbled against your neck.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you sobbed against him. “I love you, Buck.” After the two of you relaxed slightly. Bucky pulled away, tears streaking down his face.
“y/n, I’m not the same man I once was,” Bucky started and without hesitation, your hand cupped his scruffy cheek, and he relaxed into your touch.
“You’re still my Bucky. Always, remember?” you smiled gently, rubbing your thumb soothingly across his face.
“I’ve done things-things I will never-“ he started.
“I know,” you nodded. “Steve told me. But I still love you, so damn much.”
He knew his words would fail him. Especially in this moment when they would mean the most. Action. He had to take action. Hesitantly, he leaned his head down, his fingers still wrapped in yours. He looked down at you for a moment, seeing if you showed any fear. You didn’t, not a bit. He let his lips hover over yours for a moment, watching your eyes flutter shut on instinct before he dipped his head down, finally connecting your lips together. Two lost puzzle pieces that finally found their place. Everything around you two disappeared. Once he felt your lips against his, he felt more confident than he had in years and he tilted your head back as his hand snuck to the side of your neck, deepening the kiss. Years of pain, heartbreak all gone and forgotten now that you two were finally reunited. What he couldn’t tell you with words, he showed you with how his grip tightened ever so slightly, trying to make sure you never leave his side and how gentle yet passionate the kiss was.
He pulled away, his eyes still closed, his forehead against yours. Both of you catching your breath, inhaling one another’s air.
“I wanna marry you,” he whispered, his eyes popping open to see your reaction.
“Right now?” you asked, caught off guard.
“No, not right now, but soon. I don’t want to waste another moment without you in my life, forever,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning a rosy color.
“I’ll let it slide due to the circumstances, but just so you know this is not how you propose,” you teased, with a huge smile on your face as your wrapped both your arms around his neck. Your once confident, outgoing Bucky was now more shy, and reserved. He was a lot more muscular too, a lot. But he was still your Bucky.
“I promise to actually ask you,” he mumbled, nodding.
“I don’t even care,” you laughed. “I just am so happy to see you. I could care less about a proposal.”
“I still want to give you one,” Bucky shyly spoke, biting down on his lower lip. “I still wanna give you everything you deserve, doll.”
“I love you, Buck,” you breathed out, pushing up on your tippy toes to press a small kiss to his nose, making him scrunch it as he smiled.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, y/n.”
And so you both got married, in a beautifully elegant and small wedding. Bucky had began living again with you by his side. Both of you finally complete with each other.
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ambivalence-is-me · 15 hours ago
Bucky x Reader
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Word count: 1,200k
This is inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song “happier”.
Summary: You hope he is happy, but not like he was with you.
Warnings: none. angst???
I love this song. I hope you enjoy!
‘’Crap, crap, crap’’ Deep breaths.
‘’You cannot have a panic attack right now, Y/N’’ you whispered to yourself. You looked at yourself in the poor dimly light bathroom mirror of whatever bar & grill the group picked for the night. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone out with them. It was no secret that your tight group of friends will always meet up for a drink or two once every two weeks or sometimes even weekly. You loved each and every one of them. You were all so different from each other but maybe that’s why it worked out so much. Or maybe it’s because some of them shared an equally traumatic past. Actually, you and Wanda were the only ones that did not share that same past with the rest.
Steve, Sam, Bucky and Natasha all knew each other from the VA and work. Steve and Bucky grew up together, went to the war together, retired together and now well, they worked together at Stark Industries. Even if Bucky doesn’t exactly get along with his boss Tony but that’s another story. At Stark’s they met Natasha, a badass red headed woman whose confidence you’d wish you had. She’s also a veteran but she does not share much of that part of her life. You all understood.
At the VA, Steve and Bucky met Sam, an extremely likeable, amazing man that everyone has confided in one way or another. He’s the life of the party but sometimes he is also the therapist friend of the group. When did you come in? It was thanks to Wanda, your beautiful passionate Sokovian roommate and friend. She had gotten a job at Stark’s and introduced you to them.
That’s how it started.
The first thing you noticed was his long hair. It’s not exactly unusual to see a man with long hair walking down the streets of New York but after seeing him, you noticed that no one wears it like him. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a black shirt underneath. He looked like he came out straight out of a magazine. But his eyes are your favorite. Those blue steel eyes, yes, that’s where home is. Bucky Barnes was a man like you’ve never met before. When you met him, you knew that there was no way you could ever be more than friends with him. It wasn’t just because he was extremely good looking, he was also extremely kind, caring, smart and loyal.
You were so sure that nothing was going to happen between the two of you that you missed how he would look at you when no one else was. You missed how you made him smile whenever you laughed at one of Sam’s stupid jokes or how he wanted to hold your hand when walking down the streets to a nearest café. The rest of the group didn’t though. Wanda was the first to point it out.
‘’He looks at you like you hung the moon or something. It’s too cute and if you don’t say something then I will’’.
‘’You are starting to see things, Wan. There is no way he likes me that way’’. He didn’t…right?
But he did and you were so so happy.
‘’You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met’’. He looked down at you with such an intense stare, you couldn’t look away. A smile stuck on your face, red cheeks and speechless. He didn’t need you to reply, he took care of that by himself. Cupping your face with his strong hands, he leaned closer until there was no space between your lips.
Kissing him was like breathing. Effortless, it came so natural to you, like you’d die without it. Seems a bit too much right? But you couldn’t get enough of it, enough of him.
‘’All right, Y/N. You can do this. Just go out there and try to have fun.’’ One more look at yourself, knowing that either way there was no way out of this one, you got out the bathroom and joined your friends.
Gosh, he was so pretty. He cut his hair and it looked great. His jawline seemed more sharp than usual or maybe it was the lighting in the room. He was wearing his favorite black jacket of course. Signature Bucky look. You looked next to him and there she was. Hanging onto his arm, pearly white teeth smiling at everyone. Kind eyes, sweet beautiful face, is there something negative you can say about her? You tried, you really really tried to find a flaw. She was sure to have one, everyone does. But right now, she was perfect.
And she was his.
‘’I-..I’m sorry Y/N’’. He didn’t even had to finish. Your heart was already on the floor. ‘’I- I thought I was ready for a relationship but I’m not. Please understand.’’
And you did. Of course you did. It hadn’t even been a year since he came back from his last trip. After his last tour, Bucky decided to travel the world, see what he missed out while he was away. He went to so many places, countries all on his own. He made it his own therapy. But of course, it didn’t entirely fix what years of trauma had caused. That’s why he came back to New York, to get help.
You thought you could help. You thought that your presence, your comfort on his rough days, your willingness to do anything and everything he needed; to be there for him, to give him your heart, your everything, you thought it would be enough.
‘’Don’t apologize, Bucky.’’ You wanted to hug him so bad but all you could do was try not to cry anymore than you already were. ‘’I understand. The only thing I want is for you to be happy.’’
And you meant it. As the cliché goes, if he is happy then you’re happy.
‘’Guys! Those of you who haven’t met her.’’ He looked at her and smiled your favorite smile. The one you thought was meant for only you. ‘’This is Dot’’.
Wanda and Steve looked at you, pity on their eyes. They only had an idea of what you’re actually going through, the real thing hurt like a bitch. You gave them your best tight lipped smile. It was all you could do. Your heart was begging you to get out of there, it needed to breathe but you know that if you did that, he would notice. The last thing you wanted was to cause drama.
He never said you would be back together. He never told you there was another chance. But you never lost hope. They say time heals right? You would wait forever for him. You had hope that he would take you back when he deemed ready to be in a serious relationship. That’s why it hurts so much now.
Because he moved on and you didn’t.
‘’It’s nice to meet you, Dot’’.
You wonder if she knows about you. You wonder if she knows what’s his favorite ice cream place, if she knows that she left one of her toothbrushes back at his place, that he likes to sleep on his left side, that he likes his coffee black with 2 sugars. You wonder if he is happy with her, you hope he is.
But not happier.
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angrythingstarlight · 16 hours ago
The next dad Bucky would be....
Bucky with a breeding kink? Has to be. He wants more children. I volunteer to do just that 😏.
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Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader
Warnings: smut, creampie, breeding kink, Minors DNI, 18+
A/N written on my phone, will edit later. Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work. Even if you credit me. Comments and reblogs are wonderful!
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Bucky wants more babies. With you. He wants his little family to grow. He wants little ones with eyes like yours running around the house. Filling his home with laughter and comfort, the kind he only seems to find in your embrace.
He loves seeing your belly become more round and swollen as you carry his babies. He cherishes every minute of your pregnancy, loving that you made him a father.
Bucky never asked for much, but somehow received the world when he met you. He would have been ecstatic to just have known you, but then you loved him in return. You gave him things-home, love, family- things that he never thought he could have.
Lately, Buckys been a bit more clingy.
It started when you asked him to clean out the nursery; he had a brief flash of melancholy darkened his blue eyes. You thought you imagined it at first.
But then it took him hours to pack up the baby clothes that your youngest had outgrown. When you finally went to look for him, you found Bucky in the nursery sitting on the floor surrounded by the baby’s clothes and toys going through pictures on his phone.
“I miss this.” He murmured under his breath, as he gazed at the picture of the two of you. He’s standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder and his hands cradling your belly.
More and more you noticed the longing in his eyes whenever he found a picture of you pregnant and smiling or whenever he saw a baby.
He may not admit it, but Bucky has baby fever.
And it’s contagious.
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You’re tangled up in soft, lavender-scented sheets with him hovering over you. His hands lingering over your belly as he gives you that look again.
“Bucky,” you sigh when his large palm, rough and warm, rubs your belly before he goes down your thigh.
He hums in response, tracing up your hip with his fingertips. A thick callous on the pad of his thumb pressing into your skin as he makes his way across your waist.
You push your head into the downy soft pillow, shifting back to see his face. Warm deep blue eyes gaze down at you. There’s so much passion and love in his expression that it encases you, spreading across your being like wildfire.
“What are you thinking about?”
He leans down, his nose nudging your cheek. “You.”
You shiver from his deep voice smoothing over your skin. The twist of his lips tells you he felt you.
“You.” He repeats, his tone thick with unspoken emotion, it’s hard to breathe with him looking at you the way he is, his eyes don’t leave your face as his hand finds its way back to your belly. “You round and swollen with my baby. You glowing and beautiful as you carry our child. Maybe a little girl with your smile.”
Tears prick the corners of your eyes. His lips brush over yours, his large body easing over you. “You want that,” he murmurs, “wanna have my baby?”
You nod, parting your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. You do, you’ll give him as many babies as he wants. His scent, fresh and masculine, encompasses you as he deepens the kiss.
You moan into his mouth when you feel his cock, throbbing and hard, on your thigh. You slide your hands between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his thick, veiny shaft, guiding him to your aching core.
“So wet and tight for me,” he groans, your silky walls stretching around him as he sinks into you. “So fucking good, fuck you feel so good.”
He can’t stop praising you, telling you how sweet and good are you, how much he loves you with each deep stroke until your body is thrumming with pleasure.
“-gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to feel me for days,” he pants in your ear over the salacious slapping of his into yours as he drives deeper into your pussy. “Gonna keep your pretty pussy stuffed until you’re nice and round.”
“Yes, oh fuck yes Bucky.” You keen, a high thin wail, when he lifts your hips, making you meet his powerful thrusts.
His fingers intertwine between yours, pinning your hands by your head.
Bucky pushes you into the bed, dropping his weight on your body. “ And he grinds his hips down, his cock dragging and stretching you, pressure building in your core, you claw his back. His name a vulgar, desperate chant on your lips.
Bucky feels you flutter and tighten around him and he pounds into you, the headboard crashing into the wall, throaty, frantic sobs escape your mouth.
“Cum for me, cum for me please, cum-,” he insists, his eyes watching your face contort with pleasure. The pressure in you cresting higherhigherhigher until you snap. “-fuck, good girl, just like that doll.”
He fucks you through your orgasm, sensations twisting and burning with each slow push of his cock into your spasming cunt.
You feel all of him, his warm, sweat-slicked body surrounding you as he moves deeper in you. “S close doll, fuck I can’t, so good-“ He mumbles, groaning your name when you clench down. “So good for me.”
He tilts his head, kissing you as he tenses over your pliant body, you hear the low, deep groan in his throat, his hips stuttering until warmth floods your core, your belly nearly bulging from how full you are.
He drops onto your body with a shaky laugh, “damn you’re good. I could stay in your pussy all day.”
“Bucky,” you breathe out, biting your lip, his joyous grin making your face burn."Too heavy." You playfully slap his ass before brushing back his hair.
The room spins as he rolls you over until you’re laying on his chest. You slide off him, stopping when he grabs your ass.
“Let’s stay like this for a minute,” he says. Bucky doesn’t you to leave him just yet, you’re too warm and snug around him to let you go. He’s already planning on fucking more of his cum into you until he’s sure it takes.
You settle back on his chest, propping your chin on his chest. Bucky rubs small circles into your back, a comfortable silence drifting over you.
“I didn’t pack up the nursery.”
You laugh, placing a kiss on his chin. “I know.”
His swollen lips curve into a smile. “If we have a girl, I want to repaint the entire room. Then I want to build a rocking chair like the one my dad made for my sister.”
You rest your head over his heart, listening to him play for your baby’s arrival. His raspy deep voice washing over you, lulling you to sleep.
Bucky looks down at you, muttering a thank you to the universe for giving him someone so wonderful.
Everything he wants from the world is right here in this bed, in his home with you. And if he’s lucky, his small family will have a new addition in nine months.****
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barnestuff · 18 hours ago
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summary in which bucky finally finds his home.
pairings bucky barnes x reader
warnings soft!bucky, “have you eaten today?”, fluff.
a/n gif credits, have a nice day/night!
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Bucky thought he would never fall in love, not after everything that happened to him. He was convinced that his heart was frozen.
Then, you came along.
It was almost like a dream, unfamiliar, but comforting. He rarely had beautiful dreams, and it always felt too good to be true. He was so used to having and living through nightmares.
“Doll, I’m home” he closed the door and started walking to the living room, concerned that you didn’t answer his greeting like you always do.
He understood why you didn’t answer him when he got to the living room. You were laying on the couch, sleeping, with Alpine next to you. You both looked so peaceful and cute, Bucky felt his heart swelling at the sight in front of him. He hated that but he knew he had to wake you up since six pm was not an ideal time to take a nap. He walked up to the couch and gently caressed your cheek to wake you up. You opened your eyes, eyelids still heavy from sleep.
“Hello, pretty girl,” he said, smiling.
“Hi,” you gave him a tired smile, happy to see him but still sleepy.
“I brought food, let’s eat, yeah?” he said, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb moving on your cheek slightly.
“I want to sleep.” you closed your eyes again.
“After dinner, baby. Have you eaten today?” he asks you with concerned eyes.
“‘Can’t remember.” you said and got up from the couch, leaning on his body and hugging him. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and your head was leaning on his shoulder.
“I missed you so much.” you mumble.
“I was just gone for a few hours, pretty girl.” he smiled at you and you didn’t answer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
“I missed you too.” he said.
He was attached. He was in love.
He constantly missed you, wanted to touch you all the time. He thought about you all the time. He dreamt about you, about touching you, kissing you, even when you were next to him, he missed you.
He loved little things like holding your hand while walking, or cuddling on the couch after a long day, a kiss on the cheek before leaving, the way you say good morning after waking up, how you would jump into his arms after he comes home from a mission.
He walked into the kitchen. It was 3 AM and he was ready to fight if there was someone dangerous in your shared house. He was both relieved and concerned when he saw you cooking something. You were wearing one of his shirts and shorts, looking adorable as always. He leaned on the door and watched you for a while as you kept cooking, oblivious to his presence. He loved watching you as you focused on something, you always looked very cute.
“Doll, why are you awake?” he asked after a while, trying to whisper. You jumped a little bit when you heard his voice so suddenly but you quickly relaxed when you recognized his voice.
“I… I just couldn’t sleep.” you said but he knew it was more than that. Still, he didn’t push it. He knew you would talk to him about him whenever you were ready, just like you always did.
“May I ask what you are cooking?” he asked and lifted his eyebrows, making you laugh. He hugged you from behind, his arms around your waist, his head on your shoulder.
“Pancakes. You like them?” you asked him as you put the pancakes on a plate.
“Well, I haven’t eaten one since the 40’s.” he said.
“You are lucky then, not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty good at making pancakes.” you whispered and he held your face, giving you a kiss, you smiled into the kiss. He led you to the living room as you held your plates, he was holding your hand, and both of you sat down at the couch, sharing a blanket. Bucky’s left arm was around your shoulders, right one holding his plate. Your legs were hanging off his legs.
You two ate your pancakes in silence, some kisses and giggles were shared.
When you fell asleep in Bucky’s arms, he watched you for a while. Admired and remembered your face, noticed how peaceful you looked while being asleep. There were moments like this when he wished that he could keep you in his arms forever, feel your warmth all the time.
Then, he picked you up in bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. You didn’t wake up until he reached the bedroom and laid you on the bed. He gently laid next to you and wrapped his arms around you.
“Goodnight, pretty girl.”
After decades, Bucky was happy. He was in peace. His dream was next to him, his girl was with him. He was home.
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winter-james · 18 hours ago
Pretty Boy 3.2
Summary: Bucky takes you up on your offer
Word count: 3.2k this got long again
Warnings: smut, language, pet names [pretty, angel, babydoll], protected sex, fingering, virgin!reader, kinda soft sex
Author's note: 3.2 is heree! Thank you all so much for loving this series and sending in asks about it! This is probably the last part of this series, unless you guys want more and have ideas as to what you want to see!
Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!
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"Sneak in" you whispered to him as you pressed one last kiss on his lips. Pulling away you saw his eyes widen, but he didn't have time to say anything else as you got out.
"Hi mom" you closed the car door behind you, smiling sweetly at her.
"Hi. How was the date?" she hooked her arm with yours, walking to your front door. You heard Bucky's car leave, your heart beating rapidly. Will he actually do what you asked him to?
"It was good, we watched a movie" you opened the door to find your dad in the living room. He looked up at you with a smile as a greeting. "I'm actually pretty tired so I'm going to bed" you faked a yawn to make it more believable.
"Sure, honey, go to sleep" your mom smiled at you, completely believing your lie. You smiled to yourself as you went up the stairs and into your room, locking the door behind you. You hoped Bucky would actually take you up on your offer and show up. You sat down on your bed but after a few seconds you stood back up, unable to stay in one place from the excitement that was coursing through your veins. You walked back and forth until you heard a rustle outside your window. Practically running to it you looked outside to see Bucky slowly climbing up the trellis that was under the window. You almost let out a loud laugh, but instead you just snorted while opening it.
"Oh, Romeo" you put your hands on your heart dramatically as he reached you. It was strangely romantic how he would do this for you and you did feel like Juliet for a second.
"Let me in before I fall down and get beaten by your father" he shooed you away then climbed in, landing in your room with a soft thud. Straightening up he brushed himself down then looked at your smiling form. Stepping to your body, he pulled you closer by your waist.
"I missed you" he whispered, his warm breath hitting your lips.
"It's been 5 minutes" you giggled, arms going to the back of his head.
"5 long minutes" he smirked before kissing you. His tongue swiped across your lips, your body immediately obeying him and opening your mouth. Your tongues danced along as the kiss became more fervent. His hands slid down to your ass, gripping it as he backed you into the wall next to the window, earning a moan from you.
"Jump" he reached under your thighs when you did as he asked, his hips pushing against yours as he held you. You wrapped you legs around him as he kissed down your throat. He couldn't stop himself when he rutted against you, making you feel his hard member pressing to your folds. You let out a sigh at the feeling, your hands pulling on his hair.
"I won't be able to stop, angel" mumbled into your skin as he kept grinding his hips into yours.
"I don't want you to" you answered as he pulled you away from the wall and walked to your bed laying you down. He leaned over you, holding himself up by his hands.
"I've been hard ever since you sat on my lap in the car, angel" he nipped at the skin on your neck, his hand brushing up your leg that was bent at the knee, your feet on the bed. Pushing up your dress his hands traveled up your thigh, leaving goosebumps behind.
"Bucky" you buckled your hips up into his, wanting to feel more of him. Your hands went under his shirt to finally feel his abs for the first time without an annoying fabric between you. You let out a loud breath, hand going up to his chest then splaying out on his stomach. He pulled away from you to rest his weight on his knees and took off his shirt. Looking down on you, he found you biting your lip, pupils dilated and hips lifting up from the bed. You were desperate, needy for him and he never felt so turned on in his life. To be the one who gets to give you your first time. His ego inflated a little at that.
You whined his name, hands reaching out you pulled him back on you, his lips finding yours in an instant. Your hands traveled down his bare back. loving the feel of skin against skin. You were already so worked up, you didn't know how it would feel like to have him completely naked before you. Your teeth clashed together by the force of the kiss, but you didn't care, you just wanted him as close as possible.
"Can I?" he motioned towards the shoulder of your dress. You understood the question and nodded, letting him slip it off of you. He pressed open mouthed kisses on your newly exposed skin, earning a moan from you.
"Take it off" you whined as his pelvis pushed against yours.
"Take what off? This?" he hand pulled on your underwear, smirking as your hips followed his movement. You shook your head in response "Then this?" he grabbed your dress by your chest where a few buttons were.
"Yes" you sighed, pushing out your chest into his hand. His hands started working on the buttons, giving you a kiss on your skin every time he opened one. When he was done he helped you sit up and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your underwear.
"Jesus" he groaned at the sight. You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, nervous that he wouldn't like you.
"You are so beautiful" he slammed his lips onto yours and pushed you to lie back down. He pulled away and stood up to take off his pants. You leaned on your elbows as you watched him. A moan from you made him look up from his hands.
"Take it all off. Please" he smirked as he obeyed you, pulling everything down in one motion. Your eyes immediately went to his cock that was hard against his stomach. It was red, the tip leaking precum. Your pussy clenched on nothing at the sight, hips moving unconsciously.
"You like what you see, pretty?" he knelt on the edge of the bed. You could take your eyes off his member, feeling like you were in a trance. You wanted to touch it. God, you wanted to touch it so bad.
"What is it?" he tilted his head to the side as you bit your lip, contemplating if you should tell him what you wanted or not. Your hand twitched on your stomach. A motion he noticed and he realized what you wanted to do.
"You want to touch it, pretty?" he grabbed your hand and pulled it to his member, helping you sit up. He sat down on his heels, his legs open. He wrapped you hand around his hard, thick cock and you watched in awe as he threw his head back, mouth open in a silent moan. You moved your hand up and down on him, trying to find what felt good for him, but he pulled you hand away after a few strokes. You looked up at him worried you did something wrong.
"I'll cum if you continue that" he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you, pushing you back down onto the bed.
"Fuck me. Bucky- please" you whined wanting to feel him inside you. He could watch you all day like this. Stretched out under him and begging for him. He reached for your panties and pulled them down forcefully, your hands grabbing the sheets next to you to find something to ground yourself with. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra then he threw it away from you, the fabric landing somewhere in your room. You were really doing this. Your heart leaped at the thought, nervousness and excitement rushing through you at the same time.
He towered over you as he looked down your body that was the most perfect thing he had ever seen. All your curves were just right, your breasts just the right size. He really was telling the truth when he said that no woman compared to you. This moment just confirmed his words.
He kissed along your chest, lips finding your pebbled nipples. His mouth closed around one while the other was rolled between his fingers. You arched your back, loving his touch on you. You knew you had to be quiet because your parents were right downstairs, but it was getting harder and harder. His cock brushed against your clit, making you gasp. You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes widening in surprise. He let go of your nipple to look up at you through his eyelashes, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your skin. The way he looked was so sinful that you had to look away because you knew you wouldn't last long, already feeling the pleasure building up. He kissed up your chest to your throat while his hand went down between you to your dripping folds. He grabbed himself and dragged the tip between them, your back arching off the bed.
"Shit- Bucky" you keened, nails pushing into his flesh on his shoulder. Your hard nipples dragged along his chest eliciting a groan from him. He hid his face in your neck to muffle it, but he pressed his cock harder against you in the process. You bit down on your lip painfully, your chest heaving, legs wrapping around his waist.
"Fuck, pretty. If you keep doing that I'll cum without even being inside of you" his deep voice rumbled against your skin as you felt his member twitch. He didn't know what was happening to him. He usually had a better hold on himself during sex, but with you he just couldn't hold back. You had the effect on him that no one else did.
"You wouldn't be alone" you confessed. You panted like you had just ran a marathon and he didn't even need to touch you to get you into this state. Both of you stayed still for a few seconds, not wanting it to be over too soon.
Suddenly a knock sounded from your door making the both of you freeze. He pulled away from you to look into your wide eyes, the fear in them matching his.
"Honey, are you still awake?" your mother's voice came from the other side of the door. You mouth hung open, your heartbeat picking up. You locked the door. You did. Right?
"Barely" you managed to get out the lie, voice a little raspy which she could have heard as sleepiness. She would have lost her mind if she knew that your boyfriend was currently lying on top of you, both of you completely naked. Bucky moved around, his member pressing on your clit harder, making both of you gasp. He bit down on your neck to keep himself quiet. Your hips buckled into his in response, hand gripping his hair.
"I just wanted to tell you that we are going out with a few friends. We won't be long. An hour max" she explained her intrusion.
"Okay. Have fun" you were barely able to keep your voice steady as Bucky decided it was a good idea to start girding against you.
"Bucky" you whisper yelled at him, your left hand going down to his ass to grab it to try to keep him still, but he was stronger than you.
"What was that?" your mom asked as she didn't hear you clearly.
"Nothing" you yelled, your voice slightly breaking at the end of the word. Bucky all of the sudden got off you and walked to his pants. Picking it up he searched the pockets then pulled out a condom. Waving it in his hand with a smirk on his face, he walked back to you.
"Okay, honey. Good night" you heard her footsteps going away from your door. Letting out a sigh you slumped against the bed, not even noticing how stiff your muscles were. Bucky climbed back on top of you the knelt by your hips, the condom now being held by his teeth. Hearing the front door slam closed you let out a loud groan, hands rubbing your face.
"Will you have a good night?" Bucky teased you, dropping the condom into his hand and tearing it open. He rolled it down his erection while looking at you as you couldn't take off your eyes of his hands.
"If you put your cock in me I might" his hands stopped at the base for a second then he pumped himself a few times, loving the filthy words coming out of you. You lifted your hips as you felt a new wave of arousal pool in your cunt.
"Look at you, pretty. Your pussy can't wait to be fucked" his finger dragged between your wet folds, earning a loud moan from you. Now that you were alone you could let yourself be as loud as you want. "But I need to stretch you out a little" one finger entered you without any problem, your eyes rolling back into your head as it dragged along your warm walls.
"Bucky- oh god" you whined, legs shaking as his thumb played with your clit, flicking it. He added another finger which left a slight uncomfortable feeling behind, but it quickly disappeared when he started kissing down your thigh.
"You are so tight, angel. I can wait to be inside you" he pumped in and out of you, your wetness making it easy for him.
"Do it then- please" you threw your head back with a moan as he pulled his fingers out, feeling empty. He leaned over you, resting his weight on one of his hands as the other brushed your hair out of your face. Pressing his lips to yours he gave you a hungry kiss as he reached down to line up the tip of his cock with your entrance.
"I'll be gentle, but tell me if you want to stop" he whispered against your lips and gave you one short peck before pushing in. The pain was dull at first, but it got stronger as he buried himself slowly deeper inside of you. His hand grabbed yours and interlocked your fingers as your breaths became shallow. He bottomed out and you let out a painful cry. You felt like it was too much and the pain would never go away. He pressed feather light kisses on your cheek to calm you down as he felt you clench around him.
"Good girl" he mumbled against your skin "You are doing so well" you closed your eyes, trying to focus on his voice and not on the pain between your legs.
"Bucky" you softly cried out his name, a single tear rolling down your cheek, meeting his lips. You were afraid to move a muscle, afraid that it would hurt even more.
"I got you, angel. I'm here" his soothing voice rumbled against your ear as the pain started to subside and pleasure took over.
"Move" he pulled away to look at you as you spoke to search for confirmation in your eyes. He must have seen what he wanted as he slowly pulled out. Your mouth hung open without any sound coming out.
"You good?" his thumb ghosted over your cheek.
"Yes" you smiled up at him and puled him down for a kiss, wanting to feel his soft lips. While you were distracted by the kiss he pushed in again, making you moan into his lips. He set a moderate pace, still letting you get used to him.
"So tight" he grunted, hand going back to hold yours, now the other interlocking with yours too. His lips were brushing yours, noses bumping against each other with every thrust.
"Faster" you whined lifting you hips to meet his. He immediately picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming fervent.
"I'm going to ruin all men for you, babydoll" he snapped his hips against yours, the bed squeaking under you, the headboard hitting the wall.
"You already did" you moaned, tilting your head back and giving him access to your neck. His tongue left a wet trail on your skin, making you arch your back into him.
His right hand left yours to press on your clit, a surprised whine leaving your lips. The feeling of his cock dragging against your wall and his fingers on your clit became too much as you felt yourself come closer to your release.
"I'm close" you managed to get out, before he slammed his lips on yours.
"Cum with me" he growled as his thrusts became precise and the tip of his cock pushed against a spot inside you that had you see stars. You practically screamed from pleasure which gave him the sign that he had found what he was looking for.
"Be a good girl and cum with me" the circles on your clit became stronger and as he kept pushing against that spot you fell over the edge.
"James" you screamed his name as you came, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he filled the condom with his hot release. Your moans filed the air as he worked the two of you through your highs then collapsed onto your body.
He buried his head in your neck, leaving some kisses there before pulling out of you and taking off the condom. Standing up he threw it out and walked back to you, stopping at the edge of the bed. Seeing you bask in the afterglow of sex was something out of this world. Splayed out on the bed your eyes were closed, body tired after today. You opened your eyes and held out your hands for him with a smile on your face. He climbed into bed with you then pulled you onto his chest. You drew patterns onto his stomach, enjoying the the silence and the sound of his heart beating against your ears.
"How are you?" he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.
"Amazing" you looked up at him, loving the slight stretch you still felt between your legs.
"Go to sleep, pretty" he pressed another kiss on your forehead, seeing how your eyes drooped sleepily. You only hummed in response, the rhythm of his heart a sweet lullaby.
He watched you fall asleep on him as he fell even more in love with you than he already was. You didn't know it yet but he was ready to spend the rest of his life with you, fully confident that you were the one for him. His eyes closed as he whispered three little words into the night air in your room, the wind carrying it along your soft breaths leaving your lips.
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jurassicbarnes · 20 hours ago
—what a night [1/6]
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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (TFATWS)
summary: Bucky Barnes is out in the new world, navigating through everyday life and its trials and tribulations. His therapist insists he tries new things. He has collected a few new hobbies. But when it comes to making new acquaintances, what’s a better way to meet new people than a little dating site called Tinder.
warnings: self-deprecating thoughts, angst if you squint, bucky+his hobbies=uwus, peer pressure lol
author’s note: written for @bubblebuckys’s 1k writing challenge. this takes place a year after the events of tfatws [wc: ~1.9k] // gif credit
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The last 90 years of his life dragged Bucky Barnes through hell and back. Fighting wars that weren’t his own. Following his best friend because he couldn’t keep his ass out of trouble. Then lost his life and became a new person. And this new identity—it came with its own consequences.
Bucky didn’t mind facing them. He believed he deserved every bit of punishment, should it cross his path. But then again, every single force Steve fought through—his friends, his country, the whole damn world—would pretty much go in vain if Bucky decided to atone for his sins. Which is not an option since he’s been pardoned.
That doesn’t mean he’s free though. Nightmares aside, his therapist is the second biggest pain in his ass. Always suggesting he does something, get out of the house, find new networks, hobbies. Surround himself with people.
But people, he can’t trust them. Nor can he allow them to trust him. He knows he needs to learn. He might even need someone to lean on. Maybe just a friend, or even an acquaintance. So for the first time, he listens to his therapist’s advice on finding new connections.
At his local bar, he finds that there’s a soccer team he could join. He’s not particularly interested in the game, but what the hell, he thought he should give it a try. First day of practice, and the team is really glad he joined. They don’t know he was the former Winter Soldier. But they’re definitely surprised about the hole in the net when he shoots the ball straight through it. The ball is ruined, the net is ruined. But Bucky just shrugs and asks if they have a spare one.
Next up on the list of things he wanted to try was yoga. See if the therapeutic effects of meditation help him calm the storm and sleep easy. He joined a class close to his neighbourhood, just a five minute walk away. He was too embarrassed to admit this to Raynor. Couldn’t even meet her eyes when he mumbled it out with great difficulty. Maybe he was embarrassed because it helped, even if it was to a small extent.
Either way, she was glad he had made progress, mingled with people other than her and Alex, the woman who sits at the front desk of her clinic.
Bucky found out plants help too. He sought a couple of ‘em to see if he can take care of something, if not himself. To watch something grow with every ounce of love he could squeeze out of himself. That, he found strangely refreshing. He quickly grew fond of the hobby. He even built a rustic wooden stand for his plants in the living room, a special place just for them, where the sunlight flows in abundance.
Bucky hates talking, hates thinking.
His thoughts consume him when he’s quiet. They become his personal hell. But talking to his plants and succulents? He can’t tell how fast his mornings pass when he’s murmuring softly at them while watering them. Caressing and cleaning the dust on some of the larger leaves. He even named and tagged them as such.
When he felt responsible enough, he got a roommate. A furry little buddy he decided to call Alpine. Found her trembling in a box in an alley on a rainy day.
He pampers her like the brat she is, puts up with her shit when she scratches him left and right. His phone is filled with pictures and videos of Alpine. Annoys Sam by sending him those every day.
It’s easier to live with his cat and his plants. It’s easier to get out there in the fresh air and hang out with the same people twice a week. It’s getting easier day by day. His thoughts aren’t consumed by horrors of war and prison and bloodshed. Of those eyes, he squeezed the life out of. Every day Bucky tries a little more to move forward. It’s been a pleasant ride so far. He doesn’t want to think or care about what’s at the end of it.
A gentle bump on his shoulder pulls Bucky out of his thoughts.
“Have you tried talking to that girl who works at the flower shop?” Yori asks him.
Bucky is walking him home after their routinely Wednesday lunch. That question makes him clear his throat as he coughs out a ‘no’.
“Why not? You keep making eyes at her every time we walk past the shop.”
“I don’t make eyes at her. And I’m not talking to anyone. And don’t you dare go pulling stunts, like last time. I don’t need a matchmaker.” He grumbles, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. Keeping his head down as they pass the shop Yori was just talking about.
“She’s pretty, and you don’t look like a total schmuck.” A jibe was thrown by the old man, although Bucky isn’t sure if it’s meant to sound offensive. “She would say yes if you asked her out.”
“Oh, my god…” Bucky whispers, helplessly.
Finally, he lets out the breath he was holding, as soon as they’re five feet away from the flower shop. He’s glad it’s over because Yori’s apartment building comes into view soon.
“You could try one of those online things to meet new people.”
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Bucky said, as he opens the entrance door for his friend. “You’re not drinking anything other than water from now on. The alcohol has gone into your head.”
Once he drops his companion home, he says goodbye, making him promise to hang out next week again.
The walk back to his apartment is not so pleasant. After Yori planted the seed of ‘dating’ in his brain, that’s all he could think about. The conflict between going on one and getting their hopes up versus appearing as the biggest nervous wreck there is and chickening out last minute—it’s haunting.
A lot of things have changed. He knows he’s not the same confident man he once was, especially around girls, when they used to drop at his feet back in the days. When he used to date his current catch and Steve’s because that punk wasn’t interested anyway.
Bucky could woo a girl damn well, his charm was too irresistible. Flash those baby blues and that gorgeous smile above that dimpled chin. As much as he misses those days, listens to songs to reminisce and tries to capture the beautiful faces of all the girls he took dancing, he knows it’s all in the past.
As far as dating in the 21st century goes, it hasn’t been much of a wild ride. He’s been on a few dates, and they flopped like a scoop of ice cream licked straight off the cone on a hot sunny day. Right on the concrete floor with a splat. Melting, ruined, unsalvageable.
One disaster after the other. And he’s running out of excuses for why he covers up his hands. Why he needs to abruptly leave in the middle of the date.
Things are weird. Swipe right, swipe left on dating apps. Hope that his date doesn’t run away as soon as she gets a good look at him. Sign up for those Speed dating events down at the community centre—which Sam insisted upon. Learn something about someone in under a minute or so to make a decision. And he doesn’t even want to get started on blind dates. He can’t wrap his head around any of it. It’s a disaster. Why is it so difficult to find someone these days? Since when did dating become so complicated?
But you don’t stop trying just because something is complicated. It’s not like he was determined to find someone. Maybe just something to do on weekends.
He made an account on Tinder a few weeks ago. Sam helped him set up a bio, taught him the works, tips and tricks. How people might lie about their age and how it’s not always as it looks.
Bucky’s bio is simple, just like him.
“106 years young. Honestly, I’m a little lost here. I don’t know how this thing works. I like 40s music and science fiction and tend to avoid large crowds. Also, I have a cat.”
Surfing through tinder has become a part of his nightly routine, brushing his teeth and lazily swiping either left or right. Most of them were a no-no. He didn’t even bother taking a proper look at the profile. Mindless and picture after picture appearing blurry before his vision.
But then he stopped the careless movements of his thumb when he came across a profile. The toothbrush hanging off his mouth, he holds his phone in both hands, scans the profile in front of his eyes.
She seems… legit enough. The pictures she uploaded were surprisingly decent, she doesn’t have trash bags for a head, she’s not lying face-first down on the floor. No tiger pictures. Thankfully.
Got kind eyes and a beautiful smile.
I’m a simple gal, I cook for a living. Very chatty. I dabble in old Bollywood movies. And I am an excellent trivia partner ;)
Among all these users, did he find a person he thinks he’d enjoy spending an evening with? There was only one way to find out.
Bucky swipes right, shuts off the device and resumes brushing his teeth. But it might just be his stroke of luck because it’s an instant match.
He nearly chokes on his spit when he gets a notification, then another one that reads a little “Hello!”
Heart in his throat, he quickly rinses his mouth and wipes the water dripping from his beard on his sleeve, grabs his phone and sits on the toilet seat cover. Thumbs anxiously hovering over the keyboard.
Should he just pretend he didn’t see and answer her tomorrow?
No, no. That won’t let him sleep. An unanswered text from a pretty girl—that’s all he’ll be thinking about. Plus, his Ma will probably scold him from the heavens for leaving a girl hanging.
So he sucks it up and replies.
He should have answered with an exclamation mark just like her. God, show some enthusiasm, Barnes.
“So… A Little Lost Here, how would you prove you’re actually 106 years old…”
“Sorry, a 106 years young*”
He smirks, eyes narrowed at the screen.
“Apart from the fact that I listen to 40s music?”
She sends an eye-roll emoji, which makes him chuckle. He scratches his beard, giving it a thought.
“I refuse to pay $5 for a cup of coffee?”
“So do I… Gimme something good, A Little Lost Here”
“Stark Expo, 1943, I was there”
“Again, I need proof”
“I was really hoping we’d have flying cars this far into the future”
“Howard Stark promised us… that lying bastard”
“What… are you talking about?”
She is really hard to convince.
“Is calling a girl ‘doll’ still cool?”
He watches the three bubbles floating at the bottom of his screen.
“Not unless you’re 106”
“Still doesn’t convince me though…”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to meet, doll”
“Now we’re talking! XD”
“Trivia night at Happy Daze, you’re in luck, they’ve got Science Fiction as the theme for this Friday.”
“Bring your A-game, I’m not losing the first prize!”
“Puts a lotta pressure on an old man tbh”
“Pfft you brought this on yourself, partner”
That night, he went to sleep pretty quickly. The hard marble of the floor he sleeps on isn’t as punishing as it usually is, not when he tries to push down the nightmares that rare its ugly head and tries to dream of a certain pair of warm and gentle eyes he’s eager to see soon.
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chxrrysangel · 21 hours ago
The Diner
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Part Two | Masterlist | Part Four
Summary || Bucky surprises you with a lunch date, opening up a box of even more shocking revelations
Pairing || fakeboyfriend!bucky x reader
word count || 1,704 words
“Alright everyone, class dismissed.”
“I genuinely despise this class.” I look over to my best friend, watching her fold up the small blanket she carries to sleep in the boring lectures. I don't know how she does it and still passes.
“Well Nat, blame the Dean my love. She’s the one that made Smith a Psych teacher.”
“Ugh, Williams and I have beef for that one.”
“Definitely. C’mon we gotta go before she starts yelling.”
Nat and I quickly make our exit through the lecture hall, careful not to agitate Professor Smith with our supposed-“loitering.”
“So, y/n. Where are we eating today? Steve told me about this new restaurant in town and he wanted to bring everybody there today. Wanna come?”
“Hey, doll face.” My head snaps to down the hall, seeing a certain long-haired biker boy.
“Bucky, hey!” I run from Nat towards him, wrapping my arms him.
“That good enough for you?,” I whisper in his ear.
“Perfect,” he whispers back.
“Bucky and y/n…never thought I’d see this happen.”
Hearing her voice, I untangle myself from Bucky’s arms and smile sheepishly.
“Nat, I was gonna tell you—”
“No babe, it’s alright. I’m sure you would’ve eventually. So Bucky, what’s up.”
“Well, I’m stealing your little lady and taking them to lunch.” Nat smirks at his words, before shooting me a knowing look.
“Alright. But don’t forget to return her at some point. Her next class is in two hours.”
“Yes, ma’am. C’mon y/n. I got a special place to take you to.” He doesn’t wait for Nat to say goodbye before he’s tugging me along, hand wrapped around my waist.
“So James, where are we going exactly?”
He grins at my inquisitive nature. “You’ll see darling. Don't worry.”
“Oh my god no way!” I practically tackle Bucky in the concrete parking lot, overcome with excitement over where he took me.
“This is the diner we went to last semester to take breaks from studying. We spent so time here.” I smile at the memories of us playing table football and drinking milkshakes between late night study sessions. Whenever we started to get burnout, Bucky would take me here because “good food heals the soul”. Or something like that.
“Well, I figured out you didn’t know the address by the lack of appearances you made after you helped me. So I thought I’d bring you back. Now come on, food awaits.” He grabs my hand in his, pulling me through the door of my favorite 50’s diner.
Walking in, I realize how little has changed since the last time I’ve been here. The black and white checkered tiles are still there, including that lone set of two black tiles next to one another. Red leather still accents the space, and the waitresses still wear Robin’s blue uniforms with hoop skirts. I love it here.
“Hey, Bucky! How you doing darling?”
“I’m good Janet. Table for two?”
“Two? Oh y/n, hey sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in a long long time. ‘m glad you’re back.”
“Hi, Janet. Glad to be back.”
I’m not surprised Janet didn’t see me considering half of me is hidden by standing behind Bucky. He’s a pretty good hiding spot when you’re nervous. I watch Janet take two menus and motion for us to follow her. She stops as a booth in the back, winking at Bucky before heading off to take orders. I’m assuming she’ll be back later.
“M’lady. Your seat.” Bucky bows, holding his hand out towards my side of the booth. I laugh at his ridiculousness, before sliding into the red leather booth.
“You’re suck a dork.”
“Well technically, I’m now your dork. At least a fake one. So, you’re stuck doll face.”
“Unfortunately.” His face drops in feigned hurt and my words, putting a hand on his heart as if I struck him.
“Wow, y/n. I’m pained, truly pained by your confession.”
“Deal with it, Charming. That's just how I am." Something sparkles in Bucky's eyes, making me feel slightly anxious
"Charming, huh?"
"Yeah, Charming. Like Prince Charming. Personally, I think you look most like Prince Eric, but Charming is close enough."
"Wow, y/n. I'm truly honored. " He smirks, mischief evident on his features. I can see the wheels and gears turning in his head across the table.
"Well, don't get a big head about it James. Or I'll never give you another compliment again. Anyways, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. Be right back."
When I walk out the bathroom, I find Bucky still sitting at the table. Phone in hand, tapping away at the screen, and constantly running his hand through his loose waves, he looks quite unapproachable. He's in distress. I don't like when Bucky is stressed. He becomes irritable, snappy, and hard to be around. So I tread lightly towards our table.
"Hey Buck, you alright?"
He doesn't answer for a few moments, lost in whatever is happening on his phone.
"Bucky?". Still nothing.
"James?." His head perks up this time, eyebrows furrowed with a frown etched into his features.
"Yeah, doll face?" I chuckle before sliding into the booth.
"So you answer to that, but not the name you normally go by?" His eyes flicker back to his phone, typing away again.
"Well, you normally call me James anyways and it doesn't seem like you're gonna stop anytime soon. So I'm not used to hearing you use Bucky." He continues to type away, barely paying attention my presence. I don't like when people text while talking to me, so I snatch the phone away. He begins to protest, but looking at the harsh glare I'm sporting causes him to stay quiet.
"Who's texting you anyways?"
"No one." I sigh, annoyed with his lack of honesty.
"Bucky if we're gonna do this, you have to be honest with me. I haven't lied to you yet, so don't lie to me." By his lack of argument, I presume his believes I'm right.
"Fine, it's Steve. Happy now?"
"Steve? Why's he texting you? I thought you weren't friends." I motion to his phone password, silently asking if I can open it and he nods. Still haven't changed the password I see.
"We're not. But it seems that a little birdie told him about you and I, so now he won't stop blowing up my phone and asking me questions. I thought he blocked me to be honest."
"Do you mind if I look at the texts? Or is that something you want to keep private?"
"No, go ahead. I trust you." I grin at his words. Aw, he trusts me. I'm so gonna make fun of him for this.
"Uh uh. Y/n, I see that twinkle in your eyes. Don't get a big head about it."
"Too late, bubs. I've already got one. You trust me, how cute." I reach over and squish his cheeks, causing him to slap my hands away in agitation.
Okay, the texts.
Buck, you're dating y/n?!? Wtf since when?
Why does it matter?
It doesn't, I'm just asking.
Don't you have a gf Steve? Why ARE you asking?
Shut up, y/n is one of my closest friends. I need to protect her from bad people.
And I'm bad people huh? You're not her fucking dad. Lay off.
I'm just being a good friend.
Sure you are.
I was not expecting this in the slightest.
"Buck, Steve sounds..."
"What! No, not jealous. You sound dumb. Why would he be jealous, he has Nat."
Bucky doesn't answer, just smiles at me and shakes his head. I give him a questioning look.
"Are you really this clueless about relationships and love?"
Ouch. Stab me in the heart while you're at it.
"I am not clueless. I've just never been in a relationship before. Is that such a bad thing?"
"You've never been in a relationship before? You? Don't lie to me y/n. "
"What? I'm not lying James." He stares at me, eyes demonstrating distrust.
"Alright, why?"
"No one's ever liked me like that." Bucky looks at me like I'm a complete moron and snorts.
"Yeah, right." He's confusing me.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, y/n. Absolutely nothing."
"Well at least I wasn't fawning over a girl for multiple years and didn't have the guts to ask her out. Hm?"
"You're one talk, angel. Steve?"
"I do not have a crush on Steve."
"Right, of course you don't. It's not like you asked a random guy to pretend to be your boyfriend so he doesn't think you like him. And the only reason that it would matter that he thinks so is if you actually did have a crush on him." I could break his neck right now if I wanted to. I really could.
"You're full of shit Barnes. Complete and utter shit. And you're not a random guy either."
"I mean if you think so darlin', so be it." He smirks like he knows something I don't and it make me feel queasy.
"So, what are we gonna do about S--"
"A burger with fries and a patty melt combo with two vanilla Root Beers?"
I'm cut off by Janet arriving at our booth, a tray of food in her hands. I didn't even order. My eyes flicker over to Bucky in confusion and he grins.
"Thanks, Janet. We'll call you back later for dessert, yeah?"
"No problem, sugar plum." Bucky takes the plates from her, divvying up the items to their respective sides.
I look at Bucky with confusion written all over my face, watching him dig into his burger and pay me no mind. I didn't even order. How could he-- he remembered my order. From six months ago, he remembered by order. I check the sandwich to be sure. Cooked onions, pepper jack cheese, no pickles on the side. It's all there.
"You remembered my order." His eyes move up from his sandwich and he looks at me like I didn't just say something spectacular.
"It's not a big deal, y/n. Don’t make it one. Now as you were saying, how are we gonna take Steve down and get him to believe this?"
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drysdale-barnes · 21 hours ago
in another life
summary: you come to a harsh realisation about bucky (set in the 1930s)
w/c: ~900 (short and not so sweet)
note: this is my entry for the lovely @elijahs-wife 1k writing challenge!! congrats on 1k tay, you deserve all of it and more💞,,, and wow i rlly did hurt my own feelings with this one, i’m so sorry😫
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You sit cross legged on the leather couch in your living room, twiddling your fingers in boredom until you sense Bucky approaching you. He brushes your hair out of your face, lifting your head so that your eyes lock and cocking his head playfully at you. You can’t help but smile back; his happiness is truly contagious. Addictive.
“You okay, baby?” Your words are honeyed, and escape your lips in an almost purr as his hand caresses your cheek.
“Dance with me, my love.” he murmurs, holding his hand out for you to take; you do so gratefully, your dainty fingers dancing with his own calloused ones, coming to rest palm to palm. You gaze up at him, eyes pouring with adoration as he shoots you that lopsided grin that you love so much.
He pulls you close to his chest, your head tucked under his chin like two pieces of a puzzle; you fit perfectly together. You’re meant to be. And you know you’ll never love another like him. He’s yours and you’re his and that’s just the way that it is. He promised you everything that life has to offer, including his love; of course, you’d be content with him and nothing else, because he’s all that you need.
You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head against his chest. You draw patterns into his back, trying to imprint the feel of his skin on yours into your memory — his scent, his warmth, him.
“Promise you’ll love me forever.” you whisper, almost inaudibly. He nudges your chin up with his finger, pressing a soft kiss to your scarlet painted lips, and smiles.
“You’re it for me, doll. All I need. Of course I’ll love you forever.”
You card your fingers through his cropped hair, tracing his angular cheekbones with your thumbs and smiling as his nose crinkles at the touch.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He holds his pinky out to you and you frown quizzically. “It’s a promise. I’m promising that I’ll love you forever.” You giggle at that, hooking your own pinky through his and shaking it lightly.
“You have to stay now. I can’t lose you.” You allow yourself to pretend that this is real; that he’s really here with you. Because you want it to be real so badly that it hurts; every minute of every day that you know he’s gone is agonising. There’s a hole in your chest where your heart’s meant to be, and you lose a little more of your perseverance every day. Every day you slip further under, your grief drowning you, filling your lungs and making it impossible to breathe. To live. You just want to succumb to it; you want to let it pull you under. Maybe then the pain will subside, even for just a moment.
Because you just want your boy back, and you can’t have him.
A tear trails down your cheek as you think about him leaving again, knowing that you have to say goodbye. Because this isn’t real. He coos softly, kissing away your tears with his perfectly plump lips.
“What are you crying for, pretty girl?”
“You’re not really here.” He frowns, kissing your forehead.
“I know. But it’s okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“I’m not, Buck. I don’t know how to live without you.” A sob forces it’s way out of your body, your dainty fingers curling around his shirt as you cling to him, for you know that any minute now, he’ll disappear. “Why did you have to leave me? I’m so lost without you.”
“I’m sorry, doll.” Another tear runs down your cheek and his palm wipes it away gently, cradling your face in his hand like something precious — something fragile. As though you’re made of porcelain. Well, that is what you are now: breakable, frail, vulnerable.
You were so strong before; you used to talk back to all of the boys in town when they hit on you. You used to smile and laugh and tease. Push back. Never take anyone’s bullshit. But all of your strength left with Bucky, and he never returned home to give it back to you.
“Please come home.”
“Maybe in another life, we’ll see each other again. But for now, you need to move on. Be happy with somebody else.” he whispers brokenly, anguish painfully evident in every waver of his voice.
“But I need you, James. I can’t move on, you’re the one I need.” You whisper in a hushed tone; if your voice was any louder, it would surely break. “You promised that we’d have a life together. Buy a house, have kids. Grow old.”
“I’m always going to be here if you need me. I love you.” he promises, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing the top of your head as you feel him fade away. You curve your body around his desperately, as though you can hold him close to you and stop him from disappearing. As though you can bring him back to life.
“I love you too.” you sob, closing your eyes.
And when you open them, he’s gone.
Because we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see is one girl swaying alone, stroking her cheek.
He’s been gone for months, but you still can’t let him go. He’s your love, and your happiness. And now he’s your grief.
Your suffering.
You’ve never felt more alone than you do right now. The two people you love the most in the world are gone, and there’s nothing you can do to bring them back.
Your palm is wet with your tears, and you sniffle, reaching out for someone who isn’t there.
“Bucky…” you whisper to yourself, knowing that you won’t receive an answer.
You’ll never forgive yourself for what happened to him, and you’ll never forgive him for leaving you.
Maybe in another life, you’ll finally be able to be together.
But not now.
It’s not your time; you’re not sure it ever will be.
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demonsandmischief · 21 hours ago
Can't Sleep
Marvel - A Bucky Barnes Imagine
Bucky x Female Reader
Prompt Request #2 - "It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway."
Prompt Request #4 - "I'm pretty sure that's my shirt."
300 Words
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- Can't Sleep -
You heard it immediately, sitting up in bed and squinting into the darkness, trying to make out where he was. You groaned when the lamp was turned on.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
Your eyes finally focused and adjusted. You found a shirtless Bucky standing at the end of your bed, watching you intently.
"It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway," you mumble, dragging a hand over your face with a tired yawn. "Did you have a nightmare, Buck?"
He had deep bags under his eyes that sunk into his normally sharp features. He gives a nod, the metal dog tags around his neck shifting and catching the light.
You pat the space next to you, but he hesitates.
"I can't," he says. "Bad luck."
"We're getting married tomorrow," you roll your eyes. "You weren't supposed to see me the night before."
He sighs, "I know, I know. I really wanted to do things right, but I can't sleep without you. Did I mess things up?"
"It's just a superstition. There's nothing to worry about. Get over here so we don't look like the walking dead tomorrow," you giggle.
He gives a gentle smile, moving to lay down beside you, but he pauses. "Wait-is that my shirt?"
"I don't know," you shrug, a smile automatically tugging at your lips.
"I'm pretty sure that's mine, sweetheart."
"I can't sleep without you," you pout, laying it on thick.
"Yet, you don't see me wearing your shirt," he rolls his eyes playfully. "That one's my favorite."
"Turn off the light, James," you huff.
He gives a low rumble of a chuckle and you smile, curling against his chest. He wraps his arm around you tight and you're both finally able to sleep, dreaming of weddings and a lifetime with Bucky.
A/N oops I accidentally posted this too early because my fat fingers hit 'post' instead of the edit pencil. 😭 I'm sorry to whoever requested - but I did remember the numbers.
Tags: @nyx2021 @jerseynatural-enthusiast @bklynxbaby @alexabarnes17
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mostly-marvel-musings · 21 hours ago
Fourth date
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A/N: I miss being outdoors and I miss making out in cars okay? I had to put it in fanfiction.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: 18+ car sex, fluffies.
Word count: 1.5k
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It wasn’t that something was going to happen. Something could, but you hadn’t planned on it. Or had you?
You wore the best pair of lingerie you had, you’d made sure you looked and smelled perfect and you were currently looking for a secluded spot to park your car in. It was a drive-in movie date or as you remembered, your fourth official date with James Bucky Barnes.
A little black n white romantic film with some snacks whilst being in the comfort of your car, seemed like an ideal date.
Things couldn’t be going any better. After three amazing dates, and four head-spinning, heart-stopping kisses, you were ready to take things forward. He had been patient and understanding and was grateful that you were too.
That being said, you weren’t oblivious to the lingering touches and lust-blown stares that were transpired every time you were together.
After turning the ignition off, you rolled down the windows to let the cool night breeze in as you and Bucky waited for the show to begin.
“This is a good enough spot right?” You asked, turning to face your date who smiled back and nodded.
“Yeah I think so. It’s secluded.”
You had to admit that it made your heart jump, you kept repeating in your head to keep calm and not let your nerves show.
“I don’t know what you mean by that, Mr Barnes.”
You couldn’t see his face in the darkness as the large screen in front if you went black, but you addressing him as Mr Barnes stirred something in him that was far from decent.
As the initial credits began, you clapped your hands and dug into the popcorn you had bought earlier, sliding close enough to Bucky so that you could lean your head against his shoulder. Your pulse began racing as he put his arm around your shoulder and began gently grazing his hand against the skin of your neck.
About fifteen minutes in, you felt his gaze on your face, turning the air inside warmer or was it your cheeks?
You weren’t sure.
“You’re staring.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting. I could just stare at you forever”
Bucky’s whisper sent tingles down your back as your heart straight up skipped a beat or beats, you weren’t certain but you tried your best to keep a straight face.
Your voice came out airy and flustered, exactly like you were feeling, as you squirmed in your seat, pressing your thighs together.
He moved your hair out of the way before pressing his lips to your temple, slowly inching his way down, his breath hot against your prickled skin.
“Look at me,doll.”
When you turned, he wasted no time in capturing your lips in a searing kiss, inciting a delicious need inside you. Tracing your bottom lip with his warm tongue, Bucky plunged it inside as you allowed access, tasting a mixture of popcorn and candy.
His hands were tangled in your hair as yours fisted into his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer in the restrained space of the car.
An involuntary strangled moan left your lips as his hands cupped your breasts over the fabric of your blouse. Sucking on your bottom lip, he dared his hands lower and reached the hem of your top, slowly touching your flushed skin inching upwards until he reached your bra.
“We’re in public.” You mumbled, not really worried about the consequences, you wanted him just as much right now. And to be fair, you were in a secluded spot.
“I don’t care.”
“Okay good, neither do I.”
Chuckling against your lips, he undid your bra, freeing your breasts before capturing them in his palms, kneading the flesh and twisting your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
Trailing a line of wet kisses down your neck, Bucky reached your chest to where his hands had been just seconds ago, he heard your quiet giggle.
The ends of his short hair tickled your skin as his lips closed your left nipple.
“That tickles.”
He looked up at you momentarily, his eyes dancing with mischief as the light from the screen reflected in them.
“What? You mean this?”
The repetition of movement elicited a laugh enough to travel outside the confines of your vehicle.
“Shush, now doll.”
Your giggles died down once he resumed bruising your lips with his own, his tongue battling against yours as his hands explored your body, reaching the button of your jeans and stopping there.
Both of you knew where this was headed, without words, you broke apart only to close the windows back up.
“You’re sure about this right?”
Biting your lip, you nodded, not trusting your voice enough to form words.
He unzipped your pants before you shimmied out of them, effectively bumping your head against the roof in a low thud.
“Are you okay?”
“Yep. Cars..”
Any further conversation was cut short as stroked your panty-covered core, causing you to gasp.
“Sit back sweetheart.”
Doing as he instructed, you let your back rest against your seat and watched him dip his metal hand inside your panties. The cool metal created such a contrast against your hot core, you clamped a hand over your mouth to not let out a whimper as he teased your folds.
“Let me hear you baby.”
You hid your face in his shoulder and let out a moan as a metal finger reached inside your entrance. Your soaking walls welcomed the intrusion as he began stroking it in and out.
As a second finger was added, your hips moved on your own accord and began grinding against his hand, desperate for more. Your hands twisted his shirt into a creased crumple as he worked you up, nice and slow.
“You take my fingers so well, don’t you?”
Bucky groaned in your ear as he felt your walls clench around his metal fingers, encouraging him to speed up to watch you come undone.
A heady mixture of restrained moans and unabashed desire turned the windows of your car foggy.
“Cum for me, beautiful..” he begged, lust-blown eyes seeking yours for a second before they fluttered closed.
Your walls spasmed around his fingers as they curled inward to send you toppling over the edge, your cries getting drowned and swallowed as Bucky’s lips covered your own in a potent kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his to catch your breath.
It was pretty clear neither of you wanted to stop at that, you took action first and slipped in the back seat, leaving your jeans in a pile right where you sat previously, panties joining soon.
Bucky scrambled to get over to you but ended up bumping his head on the roof, just like you had.
“Fuck, sorry. You okay Buck?”
“Yeah. Cars, am I right?”
You opened your arms for him as you nodded, a lovesick grin adorned your face that was mirrored on his face too.
Awkwardly he managed to unzip his pants and get out of his boxers, making you bite your lip once more as his erection sprung free.
“Do you um, is—is there a condom around here? I forgot one..”
“It’s okay I’m on the pill.”
Your confirmation was all he needed to lay on top of you before you both quickly realised that the position wouldn’t work, given the cramped space.
Bucky sat back and motioned you over, straddling his legs you scanned around the dark empty space outside the car once before aligning yourself and sinking down on his length slowly.
Shuddering as his cock disappeared inch by inch before fully sheathing inside your warmth, you stayed still for a beat.
Your breaths mingled and foreheads touched as your fingers tugged on the ends of his soft hair, his grip tightening on your hips.
Languid at first, you began grinding your hips, your entrance mapping and memorising every ridge and vein of his length.
Limitations of space didn’t stop you from chasing what you were after as you felt his hips meet yours halfway. Breathy grunts filling the silent night as he plunged into your wetness eagerly. A wanton cry that you let out caused Bucky to bring his hand up to cover your mouth to avoid getting caught.
"Stay quiet for me, doll. Can you do that?”
“Such a good girl.”
He praised, continuing his upward thrusts to help you reach your orgasm once more, his own climax not far behind as your walls constricted around his cock.
Burying your faces into each other’s necks, you both chased your highs, gasping shallow breaths that matched the rhythm of your hips.
Biting back a moan, you felt your lower muscles tighten before the coil in your belly snapped and you came gushing around his cock, your body quivering in his arms.
Bucky’s end washed over him too as your walls clenched and fluttered deliciously, causing his cock to twitch before spilling his load. Spurts of cum painted your channel white before trickling out, leaving you both to pant and regain your senses.
Neither of you spoke for what felt like forever, huffing as your rapidly beating hearts returned to normal and your spent bodies calmed down in each other’s embrace.
A lazy smile decorated his handsome, relaxed face as you emerged only to kiss him, a much calmer, tired kiss nevertheless containing all the passion and adoration you carried for the super soldier.
“Cars, am I right?”
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spideyyboii · 21 hours ago
Dating Bucky Would Include Headcanon
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Dating Bucky would include lots of hugs and affection as he lacked it for such a long time. He couldn’t go more than an hour without kissing you as it reminded him that he had someone who cared for him even after all the mistakes he made. 
He would constantly be touching you so that everyone knew the two of you were together. These touches would range from him holding your hand whilst in public or hugging you from behind when he felt anxious. 
When the two of you were alone the former assassin would let his guard down and would tell you about all his guilt and regret. “Every time I close my eyes all I see is the people I hurt and even though I tried to make amends I can’t get over the pain I’ve caused.” The man explained with tears in his eyes. “Bucky, you have to remember that wasn’t you. Hydra manipulated your brain and forced you to do awful things but at least you feel remorse so it shows that your clearly no longer the Winter Soldier.” You told him hoping to reassure the man that he had worked to being a better person.
During the night you were aware there was a possibility of Bucky waking you as his mind was plagued with traumatic memories of the war, his torture from hydra and his fine as the Winter Soldier. Every other night he would wake up and begin searching the room in a state of panic only relaxing when his eyes landed on you.
When Steve left it was almost as if all the progress Bucky had made disappeared. The soldier went back to sleeping on the floor and avoiding spending any time with you as he feared you would leave him just like Steve did.
“James if you don’t open this doo right now I swear I’ll break it down!” You shouted to your lover through his apartment door. When he continued to ignore you and your attempts to see him your resolve broke. 
The next morning when Bucky found you outside his apartment door you were even more confused than before. “Doll, I’m sorry about everything I was just scared that you were going to leave me as well or that you would realise I was an awful person.”
When you woke up in Bucky’s apartment you were even more confused than before. “Doll, I’m sorry about everything I was just scared that you were going to leave me as well or that you would realise I was an awful person.”
After his confession the two of you mended your relationship and were quickly back on track. 
Soon the two of you were joining Sam and his family on the weekends and enjoying the simpleness of life. Seeing Bucky with Sarah’s children made you smile and realise that he may be okay with the little surprise you had growing. 
Overall, dating Bucky was never easy but it was worth it as you knew the solider was a good man who just needed to focus on everything positive he had done and had been doing for the world. 
The love the both of you shared was unconditional and was going to last a lifetime especially when your little one joined the both of you. 
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lokis-army-77 · 22 hours ago
If You Please
Chapter nine
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2200
I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.
Warnings: angst, mention of death
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It was nearing the end of December when we were given our first HYDRA takedown mission. The Howling Commandos, which was what we were calling the group of men that Steve and I helped put together, were eager to get back to the fighting. In the past month, we had all grown fond of each other, which was needed if we were to work as a team in the heat of battle.
Howard had given Steve and me our new uniforms a few days beforehand, although the dark royal blue, I still felt more comfortable in my old army uniform. I wore the suit only to ease the peace of mind of both Steve and Bucky, who were both afraid of me possibly getting hurt on these missions. Unlike Steve's uniform, mine had no stars and stripes, just some places where the seams had been piped in a light stone gray color. Howard also made sure to make a belt that would hold both my twin pistols and the bo staff when it was separated into two separate pieces.
It had taken a little over a year for our group to take out all of the Hydra bases Steve had pointed out on the map. The way we had worked, flowed like a well oil machine. All eight of us had our specific roles and we played them well. Bucky was our sniper, he hid out in the trees or on top of opposing buildings, watching for danger and alerting us when he did. Once he had you in his iron sites, he never missed. Gabe was our machine gunman, he came in for the heavy artillery when we needed to smoke the enemy out. Jacques or Jac, as we all liked to call him, could only speak french to Gabe and me, he was great at hand-to-hand combat but tended to be a little more reckless than everyone else, which was why he liked to do the more risky tasks. Jim was our tech guy, he had taken a few of the enhanced HYDRA weapons and put them to good use on the battlefield, he also ran our radio transmissions and dealt with helping me get feedback on HYDRA’s movements. Falsworth was one of the best explosives makers I’d seen in the field. He could create a bomb out of almost anything you handed to him. Dum Dum was our ace card, he was strong, handled guns like he was born to, and fought expertly. Steve was our leader, but I stepped in as second in command as needed. Lastly, I was our go-to on the stealth side of things. I snuck up on the unsuspecting, took them out, and gathered all the intel that could be useful to us. Getting in and getting out was my job, but I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty once in a while.
Now it was February of 1945 and we were standing on a freezing cliff waiting for a train carrying unknown materials to HYDRA. Steve, Bucky, and I stood at the edge of the cliff while Dum Dum and Jac winched in the zipline cable taught. Gabe and Jim were listening in on the transmissions from Dr. Zola on the train to a HYDRA commander, and Falsworth was looking out into the canyon with his binoculars.
“Do you two remember when we all rode the cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky asked.
I shook my head in a laugh before rubbing my gloved hands together and brought them to my mouth to try and warm them up. “How could I forget, Steve threw up all over the new white oxfords that took me forever to save up and buy.”
“Hey, I said I was sorry!” Steve exclaimed.
"Well, I hope this isn’t payback for forcing you on it.” Bucky looked out into the distance, shaking nervously. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it. He looked over at me and smiled.
“They’re headed this way and fast. Zola just got confirmation to open up the throttle.” Gabe called out.
“I can see them, they’ll be within distance in a few minutes with how fast they’re going,” Falsworth stated as he moved his eyes away from the binoculars.
“Well, I guess it’s now or never boys. Do you all remember the plan?” I looked to Steve, Bucky, and Gabe who would be the only ones with me on the train, they all nodded. I moved closer to Bucky and leaned up to kiss him, “I’ll see you when this is all over.”
“Be careful Doll,” he whispered into my ear.
“You know I will.” I turned from him then and grabbed onto the zipline handle. I would be the first to go down because it was my job to try and get the train stopped as fast as possible.
As the train came closer I jumped and skidded down the long metal line. I watched as the train moved quickly under my dangling body. Letting go of the handles, I drop, not so gracefully onto the engine car. There was no way in from the top like there were on most trains, it was completely smooth. Carefully walking toward the front of the engine, I noticed the gunner flaps open on the sides. They looked big enough for me to slip through. So without a second thought, I went straight for the left one.
Slipping down into the car I thought it was weird that no one was in sight. I grabbed both separated sides of my staff out of their holders and brought them up. The conductor's room was cut off from the rest of the car by a large metal door with a small glass window. I walked up to the door and listened carefully. I could hear most of what was going on thanks to the enhanced hearing the serum gave me.
“Stop them! Fire again!” Someone yelled. I quickly glanced through the window and saw only two people, one guard, and Zola. “Shoot him again! Kill him now!” He yelled again. Without waiting another second, I backed up and kicked in the door. It swung open and I strutted in. Both the guard and Zola turned around in shock.
“Now, you’re going to either step away from the control panel willingly or I can force you to do it, either way, works for me,” I said as I walked over towards the armed guard who was pointing his gun at me. “And you can drop your gun.” The guard looked to Zola and then back at me before lowering his gun to the ground. I picked it up and threw the sling over my shoulder. I grabbed the pair of handcuffs the guard had on him and bound his wrists, pushing him assertively to the floor. I then walked over to Zola and bound his wrists with the cuffs that I was carrying. I sat him down next to the guard.
At that moment Gabe came crashing in through a window above me, out of nowhere. “You know, you sure did take long enough. I've already got this handled.” I said as I went over to Zola and cuffed him with my own handcuffs.
“Hey, it takes a minute to walk down the length of a fastly moving train. Steve and Bucky are fine, so everything seems to be going smoothly. The Colonel and the rest of the special forces group are waiting for us on the other side of the tunnel.” he said as he took Zola's place at the control panel.
Soon the train started to come to a stop, we unloaded Zola and the guard, placing them in the custody of the military officers who had met us on the other side of the tunnel. I waited patiently in the falling snow for Bucky and Steve to make their way out of the train. I walked around to keep myself from freezing as I waited. As I walked to the other side of the train I noticed that a giant hole had been blown out of the side. I turned away when I heard someone call out my name.
Steve stood at the front of the train with a solemn look on his face. I ran over to him and gave him a hug. “What's the matter, Stevie?” I asked, concerned. He just shook his head and looked blankly at his hands. “Where’d Bucky go?” He didn’t answer me, just kept looking at his hands. I snapped my fingers in front of his face to try and get his attention. “Hello, earth to Steven. Where is Bucky?”
“I tried. I really did, you have to believe me.” He choked out. I moved away from him slightly, giving him a questioning look.
“Steve, what do you mean? You aren't making any sense.”
“He was right there, I almost had him, but.” He stopped mid-sentence.
“What happened to Bucky, Steve?” I raised my voice. He pushed me away from him but said nothing. “What happened to him!” I yelled out. Something bad had happened to my fiancé and was going to find out what. I stepped back closer to Steve and pushed his chest hard. “Tell me!”
“He got knocked out of the train. He held onto the siding and I went to pull him up but he was too far out of reach. He slipped before I could get closer to his hand.”
“No. No, you’re lying to me.” I could feel my eyes burning as I tried to keep the tears from falling. “This isn’t funny Steve, where is he?” My voice shook uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry, I really tried, but he’s gone.” Steve choked out the words. I hit him hard in the chest as I started to cry. I hit him over and over again.
“Don’t just stand there, bring him back,” I sobbed out. The tears were streaming down my face now, almost freezing instantly in the cold wind. I went to hit him again but he just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him tightly. “Bring him back please,” I begged, crumpling to the ground. Steve followed suit, in order to not let go of me. “I didn’t even say I love you to him before we started the mission.” I gasped out. It was getting harder to breathe as I kept sobbing into Steve. He sat there quietly petting my hair as I kept murmuring to myself.
The only man I had ever loved was just ripped away from me. I had so much of our lives planned out, from our wedding to when we died of old age together. Now all of that had been taken and I felt empty inside, I was just a hollow shell. My ears were ringing and everything around me sounded muffled like I was underwater. The world started to dull and I just closed my eyes.
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I woke up in a hard bed with a bright light shining into my face. I blinked my eyes several times before I could even open them properly. I looked to my left and there sat Steve in a small wooden chair.
“Glad to see you’re awake, how are you feeling, all things considered?” He leaned in close.
“I feel like I just woke up from the most terrible nightmare, only the nightmare is real. How are you dealing with it? He was your best friend.” I laid there, numbly playing with the fraying edges of the blanket.
“Did you know we can’t get drunk? I tried when we first got back to London. You’ve been out cold for three days.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “If you’re feeling up to it, we’re having a meeting about finding Schmidt in thirty minutes.” He stood up, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it before letting go and walking out of the room.
I felt the tears coming again as I sat myself up. To my right was a small table with a glass of water. I took the glass and gulped the contents down. Being awake without Bucky here was worse than dying. I contemplated for a good while if I was going to join the meeting, My only motivation to get up and dressed was the thought of killing Johann Schmidt.
I made my way through the halfways of the base quickly. The meeting had started ten minutes ago. The doors were closed when I got there, so I threw them open. They slammed into the wall, which startled the whole room. I could feel the pity in their eyes as they all turned to look at me. I just held my head up high and walked to the open seat next to Steve.
“What did I miss?” I questioned.
“Schmidt is hiding out in a base in the Alps. We have just under twenty-four hours to find him. We're gonna hit them head-on.” Steve relayed to me.
“Okay then. I’m coming with you.”
“Are you sure about this?” Peggy asked with concern all over her face.
“Most definitely. I want to be the one to kill Schmidt.” I was set in my way and no one was going to stop me.
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propertyofpoeandbucky · 23 hours ago
So This Is Love: Part 6
Fandom: Marvel (College AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader
Summary: Your friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.
A/N: shoutout to @solarsystembitch for the wonderful idea. Also.. NO TAGLIST WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES.
Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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You're kneeling behind Bucky, tying his hair back with a scrunchie, "You need to cut your hair, Buck." After it's in a small, messy bun, you move to sit beside him.
Bucky gives you a look of disbelief, "What? No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I like when women pull my hair during sex," he gives you a wink and you pretend to gag, which makes him laugh, "I'm joking! ...sorta." He gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes, grabbing the clay mask mixture and stirring it. It's been a week since Bucky confessed his feelings for you. Things have been the same as they were before, but also different. You know now that the things Bucky does now is because he loves you. You see that's become softer with you. He's still his annoying, somewhat perverted self, obviously, but it's only because he still likes to get a rise out of you and making you laugh.
"Okay, but really, Bucky. Cut your hair."
"Noooooo," he whines and leans into you, "If I do, you won't comb it with your fingers and massage my heeeeaaad! And I like it when you do that!"
You move to sit in front of him and begin to spread the clay mask onto his face, "I can still massage your head if you ask."
Bucky smirks, "Will you massage my other head too?"
You pause and glare at him, "Don't make me slap you."
He chuckles, "I'm sorry, Peaches. I'm only joking. "
"Mhm. Now stop talking so I can finish putting this on you." Bucky pretends to zip his lips and remains quiet, silently watching you as you put the mask on him.
You feel his eyes watching you and your cheeks started to heat up. So you quickly finished his mask so you can put yours on, "So it should be fully hard-DON'T YOU START WITH ME JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!"
Bucky fell onto his back bursting into laughter, "I'm sorry! You just make it so easy, Peaches!"
You stand up and lightly kick his leg and started to walk away. Bucky scrambled to follow you, "Waaaaait! Noooo! Peaches! Don't leave meeeee!"
"Buck! I'm just going to the bathroom so I can put the mask on me!"
"I can do it!"
"I don't trust you."
"Go cry about it."
"Can I cry on your shoulder?"
"You're so mean to me, Peaches. I confess my undying love for you and this is how you treat me?"
"Not my fault you're an annoying little shit, Buck," you smirk as you begin to apply the mask onto your face.
Bucky gives a hum and then kisses your head, "I'm gonna order the food and get the movie ready." When he walked out of the bathroom, he put his hand on his round stomach. There were butterflies flitting about and he actually like the feeling.
Bucky inserts a fry into your mouth. You two were sitting on your bed munching on McDonald's and watching Legally Blonde. It was a Friday night and, usually, Bucky would be out on a date or hooking up with someone. But now, he's spending his Friday night like this and, honestly, he really likes it. The clay masks were washed away, his face felt as smooth as a baby's butt! He's cuddling with you, watching a rom-com, and munching on shitty fast food and...he's never felt so happy.
"Yeah, fuck that guy," Bucky murmurs as he stuffs a chicken nugget into his mouth, "If he truly loved her, he wouldn't break up with her for status and shit. If he loved her, he'd respect and love all over her, every part of her. Fuck his status and future career!"
"He wants to be a politician, Buck. What do you expect?"
"True." he presses his cheek against your head and sighs, "This is nice. Can't believe I've been missing out on stuff like this. Can we do this more often?"
"Sure, Buck. Whatever you want."
He snorted, "Careful what you say, Peaches. Might end up takin' advantage of that," he kisses your head again and continued to watch the movie.
While he does, you're starting to have some mixed emotions. Bucky kissing your head and cuddling with you was a recent thing. Bucky did it without thinking and he started to freak out, but you reassured that it was fine. And it was! Bucky kissing you felt...nice. You had to admit you felt a little warm every time he did it. And then when started being clingy and cuddly, it was something incredibly different, yet not unwanted. You've never been held this way, experienced this kind of affection. It was a strange yet exhilarating feeling.
"Do spending time with me?"
You smile to yourself and nod, wrapping your arm around Bucky's belly, "Yeah, Buck. I like spending time with you." You focused back to the tv, completely unaware that Bucky was beaming from ear to ear.
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multi-stann · a day ago
“One of you will cave in eventually…”- B.B.
a/n- Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m currently taking requests(for sds and main fics), and i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)
Summary: Bucky and you can’t stand each other, that is until he nearly loses you and things spill out from his mouth soon after.
Warnings n stuff: requested!!!, 18+, angst, enemies to lovers, a small paragraph about sexual things, mentions of blood & an injury, fluff, loki x reader(platonic), bucky pining for reader, cocky bucky, jealousy, reader is in denial about her liking to bucky, may be a little poor medical knowledge on my behalf
ahhhh yes yes yes yes!!! got this done so quick, been in the mood to write some angst. glad i could do this:)
Bucky fucking Barnes. You didn’t think you could possibly hate him anymore than you already did, but as soon as he came walking in with that cocky grin on his face, a woman attached to his hip and dressed to the nines, your blood was past boiling point. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this angry towards him, though.
It’s not the fact that he has a date to Tony’s little gala, it’s the fact that he made sure as soon as he stepped in, that you saw him and then he flaunted his date like a piece of expensive jewelry he owned.
You and Bucky don’t have a good past. The first moment you met him, he immediately scoffed at you, turnt his nose up, and walked away. He never gave you the second to even properly introduce yourself to him. From that day on, you swore to never become friends with such a jerk. A jerk who’s name is James Buchanan Barnes. A jerk who tries his absolute hardest to irk you and get on your bad side.
That doesn’t mean that you’ve not had to go on countless missions with said jerk; better term would be asshole. Usually they don’t go down good though, so it’s best not to even mention those.
Luckily, you didn’t come alone tonight either and oh boy….the look on Bucky’s face was priceless when he saw who you were sporting on your arm. It just so happens to be one of Bucky’s “favorite” people ever. Loki.
Loki and you are just friends. That’s it. Friends. Nothing more, no matter how much Thor tries to push it. Nothing will become of it. But you sure do like to see Bucky’s face contort into slight anger and to watch his jaw clench as if he’s jealous of the whole situation. Ah, it’s a wonderful sight it is.
As soon as he saw the two of you drinking some alcohol by the bar, talking amongst yourselves as well, he began to walk on over with his date on his arm. Your foot nudged Loki’s and his head turned in the direction you were looking. Your eyes were in a glare and the girl at Bucky’s side didn’t seem to notice where the two of them were headed as her eyes studied the lights and people within the room.
As soon as they got to you two, Bucky’s jaw clenched- seeming as if it was going to break the bone. “See you brought a date too, y/l/n.” You brought your drink up to your lips and took a sip, before you placed it back down. The girl beside him seemed confused- but who wouldn’t? You’re brought as a date and your date starts talking to one of his co-workers without introducing you to them? Seems kind of rude.
“Yeah, kind of figured i could use the company. He does make very good company.” You then turned to Loki and he smirked- him catching onto the plan you were throwing out into thin air-, his drink was placed at his lips as he took a sip after. “She makes great company as well. Such a firecracker when you get her alone.” He winked at Bucky and you swore if this wasn’t some formal event for Stark, Loki and Bucky would be in a brawl and there would be blood, seeing as to how hard Bucky’s left hand was fisted and his jaw was clenched.
All Bucky could do was clench his jaw and tighten his grip on the girls arm that he was holding. “Mm, she’s not on missions, kind of a nuisance if you ask me.” Bucky takes the time to admire you as you smirk devilishly into your glass while drinking some. Loki’s eyes concentrated on you. He definitely loves her.
Bucky’s eyes roamed over the dress you’re wearing. He remembered seeing Natasha toting it up to your room a couple of days ago. It’s a silky gown with real sequins that adorn the four inch shoulder straps. The color is a dark coral and it has a slit right in the middle of your leg. The back is low, but white lace is covering it, you can still see your skin. The shoes you’re wearing are strappy, white heels that show your white painted toes. He can see the tattoo on your ankle that’s of a hibiscus flower and the one on your lower thigh of an important date you wouldn’t tell him about.
Bucky swallowed harshly, then his eyes snapped back up to your face. Your attention then turned to him- you didn’t notice the brief checking out he did of you.
He could then see into your eyes, the color he’s come to love so much. There’s a wicked gleam, and that snapped him out of his trance. “James? Shouldn’t you introduce me to Steve?” The woman beside him asked suddenly with a small smile. He then turned his attention to her, “Oh, yeah….right this way.” He gritted his teeth before leaving, then sent you and Loki another glare. They then walked off in the direction of Steve and Sam who were on the opposite side of the room.
Yeah, Loki may just be your friend, but that doesn’t mean he’s not up for a little….game. He knows how much you despise Bucky, well, despise is a heavy and rough word to use. It’s not that you despise him, you hate him for being so…..cocky, stubborn, and rude. Yet, I find him a bit attractive when the light reflects in his eyes just the right way, and when he’s holding his gun- stalking around corners on stressful missions. Especially when he’s laughing at some stupid joke that- no….he’s an asshole. His looks aren’t even enough to cover up his cockiness and bad attitude. That’s why Loki was more than glad to come with you tonight, so he could see the facial expression on Bucky’s face- handsome face, no no…ew- and get underneath his skin along with you.
The night went on, and you and Loki never once separated, unless it was for the bathroom. You saw Bucky and his little date jog out with smitten smiles on their faces around an hour ago, probably went back to his room to make the headboard ram into the wall for the tenth time within the past two weeks, but whatever….don’t care anyways. You’re glad you don’t share the floor with him- you’ve heard too many stories from Sam about how loud him and the women he brings home can be. You want no part of….that.
Tony gave his grand speech around forty minutes earlier and then things went back to normal. You know, his speech was only around two minutes long, nothing too drawn out. Now, you and Loki are just chatting in the common room- away from the noisy room, music, and everyone else.
“It can’t stay like that forever, you know?” Loki asks before he takes another sip from his glass. “What?” “You and him….one of you will cave in eventually and then-.” “Loki, no. He’s an ass. All he ever cares about is himself. He doesn’t care about anything or anyone- ‘specially not me. Have i mentioned the numerous amount of times i’ve gotten hurt on missions where he’s not even watching my back? It’s staying just how it is.” You take a sip from your glass- actually, you finish drinking it all- then you sit it back down.
Loki sighs, “he can be a pain.” Is all he says, leaving your ramble of complaints hanging in the air.
Back in Bucky’s room, he kicked the woman out about thirty minutes ago. She was too drunk for him to actually get a consensual statement from her for sex. He didn’t mind, that didn’t upset him of course, he just made sure she had some water and a ride home before he sent her on her way. Now he’s laying in bed, thinking about what you and Loki could possibly be doing right now.
Are you two more than just friends? Are you…dating? How could he not know that you two are more than just friends, if you are? Well, she doesn’t like me…that’s for one so of course she wouldn’t tell me. He runs his fingers through his hair before he gets up from his bed. He lets out a big puff of air before grabbing a bottle of water from his mini fridge.
Maybe if i would’ve actually talked to her and not walked away the first time we met, things wouldn’t be so….so shit. Not so confusing, maybe we wouldn’t argue or fight. Maybe we would be friends…or possibly even more.
Bucky takes a sip of water and then closes his eyes. He needs sleep, and he’s planning on getting plenty of it. They’re off tomorrow, and the day after, for something Tony is celebrating- he wasn’t listening so he’s not sure what it is. But as soon as work starts back, he knows you two have a mission together. What fun that’s going to be.
“You never have my- fuck- my back!” You groan out as Bucky helps you hobble down the corridor to the nearest exit. “Just shut up! I’ve always got your back, and i’ve got it right now!” “This could’ve been prevented, Bucky.” The pain’s intensity is increasing with every hop you take, and you’re gritting your teeth. “How much further?” “Not much, hang tight.” He replies shortly.
Bullets start flying by your head and that’s when Bucky suddenly picks you up- probably to save his ass a bit quicker because i’m slowing him down. He picks up speed, now at a jog with you in his arms. It doesn’t take him long to bust through the door and run outside. The bullets stop for just a few seconds, before they’re being sprayed at you two again. Luckily, Bucky hasn’t gotten hurt or you’d be totally fucked.
But you? You’re bleeding profusely. The bullet entered through your side or somewhere along that area and didn’t make an exit. Bucky knows he needs to hurry and get you to the jet before things get worse. Before he loses you. He can’t lose you. No, i fucking can’t lose you.
Your eyes are starting to get blurry and your head is getting woozy. You want to sleep. Bucky notices the way your eye lids drift open and then shut again- lingering a little too long for his liking. “Hey, y/n! Keep your eyes open for me, okay?” He’s loud, a little too loud, and you hate it. “Shut up….you’re damn screaming.” Bucky huffs as he runs faster to the jet, bullets whirling past him. It’s at moments like this he wants to sock you in the face, but he knows now isn’t the time- he might even be thankful to hear your smart remarks later; if you two make it out of this. “I wonder why, you’re fucking bleeding out on me!” Is the last thing you hear, concern and worry in his voice as it breaks and he knows you’re tittering on the fence of life in his arms- something you never thought would be happening. Something Bucky wishes wouldn’t have even happened as much as it may seem like he hates you. The last thing you feel is Bucky handing you over to someone else on the jet, his hand lingering on yours as they pull you away.
You wake up, pain immediately hits you. A headache also takes its place because of the bright lights, and then the steady beeping chimes in of your heart rate monitor. Once your eyes adjust, you look over to your right and see Natasha in a very uncomfortable chair. Her eyes snap open at the sudden noise you make on the bed, and she’s up and over to you within seconds. “Hey, hey. Take it easy. Quite a wound you got there.” Her voice is soothing, but for some reason you find yourself wishing that it were Bucky’s, but of course you’d never admit that out loud- not even out loud to yourself.
“Where’s Bucky?” Natasha gives you a soft smile, “he knows you’re fine, but he didn’t want to intrude.” You nod, “did he- what did he say?” Nat let’s out a sigh, “he said that you lost lots of blood. I mean, it was evident you had. You’re going to be out for a while, y/n. He also mentioned that it was his-.” Before she can finish speaking, the door busts open and in comes Tony. “Glad to see you’re up. We were all worried, but we knew you’d make it.” He gives you a big smile and you smile the best you can back. “Yeah, i just- i’m a bit light headed. Is it possible for me to change these myself or?” You ask Nat while motioning to your back and side area, and she shakes her head, “once you’re out it’s going to be hard to change those bandages. Better ask someone to do it for you. The wound is more on your back than your side unlike Bucky thought, and the bullet was hard to get out. So pain meds will be needed.” Of course Bucky described the wound wrong, well to be fair i also thought it was more near my side….and he was just trying to help, y/n….chill out. “Okay, thanks Nat. Tony, where’s he at?” “Oh, the metal armed doofus? He’s in his room, think Steve’s in there with him.” “How long was i out for?” You don’t direct the question to either of them, you just wait for an answer.
“For about twenty-four hours.” Tony finally replies, and you nod. “They should let you out in a day or two. Then you can be back in the comfort of your own room. But i’m serious, get someone to change those bandages every day.” Nat gives you a warning look and you raise your hands in defense. “Okay, okay. I will, mom.”
The first day, you asked Loki to change the bandage for you. He didn’t mind not one bit and the whole time he was making you laugh at some dumb story- as always. He was careful not to hurt you as well and if he did, well, he apologized. You’re nearly the only person he’d ever apologize to.
But what you didn’t know was that Bucky was at your door about to knock until he heard Loki’s voice. He briefly stayed, debating if he should still knock or not, but he soon left with a sliver of doubt on his mind when he heard you laugh at something Loki said.
The second day, you asked Nat to change it. She happily said yes, because she was glad to see you following her- and the doctor’s- orders, and then she proceeded to ask you how your day had been as she changed it. Her touch was even more delicate than Loki’s, and she even took you out for some ice cream after at your favorite place.
The third day, you asked Wanda to change it. She also said yes and used her powers to change the bandage so she wouldn’t hurt you at all. Let’s say, she’s the best bandage changer ever. She talked to you about her upcoming plans with Vision- dates specifically- and she asked you what outfits she should wear.
Today, the fourth day, you’re attempting to change them yourself. Nat would be pissed if she saw you looking in the mirror, trying to wrap the still fresh wound. It’s nearly impossible and your skills aren’t showing right now. Just as you’re about to huff and give up, there’s a knock at your door. You mumble a small “come in” and the person slips the door open quietly.
You don’t look over, as you’re still trying to wrap the stupid white medical wrap on your wound, but you then hear them close the door. They don’t say a word though, and you’re beginning to think that you’re alone, that is until he speaks. “Sorry i’ve not come around, just figured you needed some time. You- you need help?” You turn to look at Bucky once you drop the wrap again, and you sigh. You see that he’s holding some purple flowers in a small bouquet along with a card.
You nod, annoyed at your failed attempts, then he places the flowers along with the card down onto one of the small tables within your room. He then pads on over to you and picks up the wrap. He makes sure it’s not dirty and then flips it over so the side that hit the floor isn’t on your lightly covered wound. “Should’ve just asked some one, genius.” Bucky mumbles as he gently begins to wrap the medical cloth around your wound, unlike the others he wraps it around your waist. “I have for the past three days, didn’t want anyone’s help today, dumbass.” You reply shortly.
You hear him scoff, then you look at him. His hands are working delicately on your wound- he’s being as careful as he can be, even when he’s being a dick- and his eyes are focused on what he’s doing. His tongue slips out and wets his lips every now and then, and his brows are furrowed in concentration. This, this is another time where he looks absolutely breathtaking. His hair looks like it’s been neatly brushed right before he came into your room, and his stubble isn’t as heavy as it was the last time you saw him- nearly a week ago. He must’ve shaved recently, but why do you care…????
He leans a bit closer as he wraps it around your waist once more, then he takes some medical tape and tapes down the wrap. “That okay? Not too tight, right?” His voice brings you back to reality, out of your thoughts, and you nod, “yeah, it’s good. Thank you. Flowers for me, Romeo?” You ask with a point of your index finger and a small chuckle before you slip your shirt back on over your head. “Yeah, uh…Nat told me you liked purple best so….” Bucky rushes to pick them up, then he’s pushing them to you with a slightly shaky hand.
If you weren’t studying him so much, you wouldn’t have noticed the way his other hand becomes stuffed into his pocket, or the way his hand slightly shakes, or the way his eyes will not make contact with yours. “Thank you, again. Why’re you here though?” You ask a bit bitterly. “Just wanted to check in on you, came by the other day but i heard you busy with….Loki, so i decided to wait a little longer. This was all my fault anyways so….” He trails off his words again and you nod, “I mean, maybe if you start watching my back shit like this wouldn’t happen.” He let out a dry laugh and Bucky gives you one of those fake quick smiles.
“I do watch your back, all the fucking time. I just- i didn’t have time to warn you.” He shrugs and hangs his head down. “Oh, be a bit quicker next time then.” You give him a shrug this time along with your snarky remark and then you turn around, beginning to walk to the small kitchen within your room so you can place the flowers away. “You know, can you not be an ass for five god damn seconds? I’m really trying here.” You stop in your tracks and immediately place the flowers, along with the card, down onto the small, granite counter. “Me? Me being an ass? What about you, huh??? The first day we fucking met you were so fucking rude to me for no reason! You didn’t even give me a chance to talk to you, to introduce myself, nothing! What did i do to you, Bucky!? What did i fucking do?!?” You yell the last sentence and Bucky’s jaw clenches. “You didn’t do anything.” “Exactly, i didn’t do shit!” “Let me finish, please.”
You stay quiet, hands by your side as you wait. “You didn’t do anything, that was all me. That was all my fault. But i learned very quickly that i regretted my decision and i still do today. We probably could’ve gotten along so fucking well, but i messed that up the day i locked eyes with you and then walked away. I thought i would be better off not getting close to you, but it has hurt us both in the end worse than i ever could have imagined. You’re hurt physically and me, emotionally.” You glare at Bucky, not seeming to understand him. “What are saying, Bucky?” Your voice echoes through your room with question, yet bitterness. “I’m saying i’ve been a dick because i knew that if i didn’t keep the god damn act up, then you’d be pissed. You’d probably be so confused as well and not want anything to do with me once you’d found out i didn’t have a real reason for walking away and treating you so poorly. I know it doesn’t make it any better right now, but i’m sorry. I tried to make you jealous with all the girls and the date at the gala, even a couple of months ago when i lied and said i’d found a girl that i really liked. They were all just to get to you, to maybe have you come to me. It’s wrong i know, again i’m sorry. I just- the other night at the gala, i didn’t even know the girl, didn’t do anything with her. All i could think about was you, but then you and Loki- I saw you two, and talked to the two of you. It got me, jealous. I knew i needed to fix things soon, but i didn’t expect all of this to fucking happen. Because I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, then i heard him in here the other day, and my heart dropped because he made you laugh and i’ve never been able to do that because i’m an idiot- and an asshole. But i’m so fucking sorry. I love you, and the whole situation scared me the other day when you were bleeding out in my arms against my chest. It scared the fucking shit out of me. I’ve not felt fear like that in a long fucking time, y/n. I thought i was going to lose you.”
It takes you a minute to process all of what Bucky’s saying, but you finally get it. “Bucky, i wouldn’t have been pissed- where is your damn mind at?” “How could i have been so sure?” “You could’ve just asked?!” It goes quiet within the room, but you speak up again. “And Loki and i are just friends. I wanted to make you jealous too. It worked by the way, the girls. Yeah, it worked. But him and i are just friends; really good friends. The way we look at each other is nothing, i can assure you that.” You walk closer to Bucky, a slight pain shooting in your side makes you groan.
“Hey, you okay? Here, sit down. I knew i shouldn’t have started this. Damn it, i’ve got you too worked up.” Bucky rambles out. “Bucky, shut up. It’s fine. It’s just a little pain, it’s nothing you did.” You do sit down on your bed with him beside you to help ease his worries, but you continue afterwards. “I wish you would’ve just told me. I could tell it in your face that day that you cared, just didn’t want to say anything about it. Figured it might’ve just been a silly little realization that you’d never want to talk about. But….” You take his hand in yours and squeeze it, “I love you too, Bucky. I think i’ve been in denial for a while about it, but i’m ready if you are?” You smile at him and he returns it. We’re talking about an ear to ear muscle hurting grin on his beautiful face. “Of course i’m ready, doll. Please, you call the shot. Where to first? Or do you just want to rest? I understand if you-.” “Bucky?” “Yea?” “Please, for the love of Thor, shut up. I’m okay.” You chuckle a bit and a deep blush crosses his cheeks.
“If you’re still willing, i’d love to go for some Chinese food?” Bucky looks at you again, and a gleam appears in his eyes. “Of course i’m willing, but you have to let me tote you to the car.” You huff out in fake annoyance, your eyes rolling a bit too at his words. “Okay, Bucky. You can tote me.” He then gets a bit giddy, almost like a toddler that’s just received a new toy, and he presses a small kiss to your forehead. “Okay, good….can i carry you into the restaurant too?” You laugh at that, “sure Bucky, but you better place me down as soon as we get into the doorway. I don’t want attention on me, i don’t like that type of stuff.” “It’s a deal, doll.”
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