#bucky barnes x you
For the Love of the Game - Part Six
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Word count: 6k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mild language, descriptions of minor injury, fluff >:-)
a/n: Feedback is appreciated :)💛
Series Materlist // Main Masterlist
You sucked cool air through your teeth as Bucky pressed the cotton to your knees once more. He had you sat atop his bathroom counter, jeans replaced by a pair of his shorts with the baseball team’s emblem stamped on the side. He had a million of those; athletes had so many sponsorships they never ran out of clothes.
“I know, doll. Almost done,” Bucky mumbled. “Gotta clean ‘em all the way.”
After falling asleep in his—or Sam’s—passenger seat, you hadn’t woken up until he was opening your door and unbuckling your seatbelt. He tried to carry you up the steps to his small Brooklyn apartment, but you insisted that you were more than capable. He was left following closely behind with outstretched hands fidgeting each time you stumbled.
Once inside, you were quickly supplied with more water and a change of clothes, Bucky ushering you into the bathroom and lifting you onto the counter as soon as you were dressed. You definitely could have done that by yourself.
With another band-aid gently placed on your knee, Bucky rose to his full height. “Hands now,” he all but whispered, reaching for your wrists.
“You don’t need to do this.” Your voice matched his. “It would’ve been fine overnight.”
He paused, letting his thumb brush over the underside of your knuckles. He didn’t meet your eyes. “Are you gonna tell me who pushed you out of that car?”
The heat turned on then, warm air entering the bathroom in a soft gust. You let it reach your skin before responding, goosebumps prickling your arms.
He sighed, eyes falling shut as he shook his head. “Tell me more about freshman year then. When I… when I stood you up.”
“Uh, what about it?” He let you yank your hand away at the first touch of medicine to your palm, patiently waiting as you returned it to his tender grip.
“Were you disappointed?”
You let out a quick laugh, leaning your head against the mirror behind you. “Of course I was disappointed, Bucky. Have you met yourself?” He brought your left hand under the running water of the sink as you continued. “You were the first guy I was interested in at this school, so it was quite the wake up call.”
“And since then? There’re other guys you’ve... been interested in?” He sounded strained as he spoke, and there was a slight grimace on his face.
“Maybe some. But not in the same way.”
His gaze snapped up from your hand in a flash. “Not in the same way?”
“Unfortunately,” you murmured, an uncomfortable smile gracing your lips as his features seemed to burn through you.
“I asked you something earlier—in the car,” Bucky began, dropping your hand to place both of his palms flat against your thighs. “I’m gonna ask you again.”
You felt your heart pick up at his words. He looked so serious; his eyes were darting back and forth between yours and the muscle in his jaw ticked when you looked down at his lips. Your mouth parted to let out a breath at the intensity as his grip on your thighs tightened.
“So ask me.”
“Let me make it up to you, baby. Please.”
And you knew you shouldn’t, but your body was leaning across before you could stop yourself, lips pressed to his in a flurry. His surprised grunt was quickly followed by hands pressing against your waist until you were shuffled to the edge of the counter. His chest was prone to yours as he kissed you deeper and deeper, greedy touches trailing up to your cheeks.
You’d been kissed before, but never like this. Never with fingers threading into your hair, eliciting whimpers from your throat that were met with heavier breaths and teeth pressing against your lips. Never had your hands come up to find purchase in muscular arms, the action causing a deep, yearning groan to reach your ears. And when you pulled yourself closer, legs slotted between his, Bucky let his thumb press your chin up to kiss you even more—he would always want more.
It wasn’t until your hips met his—desperate to relieve the ache building between you—that Bucky broke the kiss. His lips trailed to the corner of your mouth in soft touches, deep breaths huffing along your neck. The thumb against your chin brushed down to the juncture of your shoulder, and his forehead moved up to press to yours.
“I gotta do this right, doll. I gotta show you I mean it,” he whispered, hands coming up to the back of your head to shift your eyes to his. “Let me?”
His pupils were blown—cheeks flushed and lips bruised from your own. His eyes shone with sincerity and an adoration that left your stomach dipping into unknown territory. All of this was unknown territory.
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip as you whispered a quick okay into the air between you. You were dizzy, but it wasn’t from the alcohol anymore.
“Tomorrow?” His question was laced with so much hope, you could hardly deny him.
“Okay, Bucky. Tomorrow.”
His lips turned up in a small, pained smile before he tilted your head down to place a kiss on your hairline. His next words were spoken to your skin. “Are you sure you’re okay, doll? Don’t need anything?”
He’d asked you that so many times.
“I think I’m okay,” you replied, hands coming up to rest on his forearms. “I’m hungry.”
He pulled back, a playful glint in his eye for the first time that night. “I think I can handle that.”
Bucky could definitely handle that—better than you thought he could. He had you sitting on a stool in the kitchen as he worked away at the stove, flipping yet another pancake even though you insisted you’d be okay with something small.
I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? he had quipped, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. Might as well start now.
“So where’s Sam?” you asked. A comfortable silence had found its way into the kitchen; you could hardly believe your night started out so poorly.
“His sister asked him to watch her kids for the night. Somethin’ about a date maybe? Wasn’t really listening.”
“It’s rude to ignore your friends, Barnes,” you smirked.
“I was a little distracted.” He passed you a plate which you immediately dug into. His food was eerily good for not having a pre-packaged mix.
Your next words were muffled by pancakes. “Distracted by what.”
He looked over at you, affection clear in his eyes as he took in your comfortable state. The blanket he gave you was sliding off your shoulders as you ate and your legs were swinging from the height of the stool.
You swallowed hard. “Me? I wasn’t even there.”
He shook his head fondly. “Exactly.”
Your face burned. How did everything he say have that effect on you? When you didn’t reply, he continued. “Was really worried about you, actually. But Nat said you were studying—” he sent you an accusatory glance “—so I felt better after that. Apparently I shoulda stayed worried longer.”
“I shouldn’t have gone,” you sighed. “It’s just that—” You paused, swirling syrup on the plate with your fork. You’d already been sufficiently embarrassed tonight, there was no need to add something else.
“Hey,” Bucky interrupted your brooding. “Tell me.”
“Nothing could be more stupid than me forgetting about you. Tell me.” He clicked the stove off and leaned against the fridge.
You let out a resigned sigh and kept your gaze on the floor. “You hurt my feelings. When you were embarrassed of me it hurt my feelings.”
“God, why does everyone keep saying that?” His feet came into view before his fingers angled your face up. “Look at me, okay? I haven’t been embarrassed of you a day in my life. There’s nothing I want more than to let everyone know about you—about how amazing you are.”
“I was trying to protect you from this.” He lifted your palms, running gentle fingers over the freshly covered scrapes. “From those jackasses giving you shit. The second I realized I had feelings for you, I cut ‘em off and they weren’t happy about it. I thought you’d understand what I was doin’, but I had no idea I’d already screwed things up a few years ago. I woulda explained more if I knew.”
“I didn’t—I mean you were acting all sketchy, how was I supposed to know?”
He pressed his lips to your palm. “You weren’t, I wasn’t thinkin’. Y/n, I’m bad at this. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, and it makes me do things. Stupid things. Like not tell you the truth about assholes ‘cause I think you’ll ditch me if you know I used to be one of ‘em.”
“Bucky… I know you used to be an asshole.”
“Alright, smartass,” he rolled his eyes. He took your cheeks between his hands, fingers sliding into your hair. “Listen, I’m dyin’ to make you my girl. I’m gonna prove it to you, yeah? Whatever it takes.”
“I believe you, Bucky. You don’t have to—”
“I’m gonna prove it,” he smiled, jostling your head a bit.
“Okay, okay,” you laughed, taking his hands away. “Don’t shake my head, you’re going to give me a concussion with your huge hands.”
He bit his lip to keep an even larger smile at bay. “God, I just—” He stopped himself, nodding to affirm something you couldn’t hear. His eyes never left yours. “You need to get to bed. We have plans tomorrow.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.” You slid off the stool, placing the plate in the sink and following Bucky down the hall.
“I’ll take you by the dorm. Maybe I’ll even make it past the door this time.”
“I don’t see why not. Nat’s at Steve’s for the day so there’s no security guard. I just need to—shit!”
Bucky whipped around faster than you’d ever seen him move. “What? What is it?”
“My phone! I promised Nat I’d call her when I got home from the library and it’s… oh god what time is it? I called her earlier and her phone was dead but I just know she’s going to kill me.”
“Hey, calm down. We’ll call her from my phone, yeah?”
“That’s worse! She’s going to know I lied and she’s scary when you lie.”
“Doll, I hate to say it, but she’s gonna find out anyway. Your hands are all torn up and your phone’s still lost,” he admitted, reaching over to pull the collar of his sweater further up your shoulders.
You let out an indignant huff. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“‘Course you can, c’mon.”
And so you found yourself, sitting on Bucky’s bed with Nat’s voice ringing through the speakers, Bucky sending you sympathetic glances from beside you. You had only been on the phone for a minute, but a minute was long enough for a Romanoff to get their point across.
“Do you have any idea how stupid that was? When you didn’t call, I was about to have Steve drive me around New York to find you! Your location’s off by the way. Did you decide that was a good idea as well?”
“And then I get a call from Bucky? I thought he was going to tell me you were dead, y/n. Dead! I swear to god, you have just absolutely lost your common sense these past few weeks.”
“I’m sorry! I know—”
“No! You don’t talk, you got that? You can talk when I don’t feel like strangling you. Put Bucky on the phone.”
Without so much as a whisper, you passed the phone to him with wide eyes. He took it from you with a grimace. “It’s Bucky.”
You couldn’t make out a single thing she was saying, but the yelling was loud enough to make Bucky wince.
“I know, Nat… No, she’s gonna sleep in my room… I’ll be on the couch… She’s fine, I swear…. Yes, I know she’s allergic to that… I’m not gonna do anything—no, you don’t need to get Steve… Okay, great… Okay, bye.”
“Well?” you asked, body tense.
“I think we’re good?”
You let out a relieved breath that was quickly overturned by nervous fidgeting. “Uh, are you… are you really going to sleep on the couch? In your own apartment?”
“I told you I was gonna do this right, doll. I gotta sleep on the couch.” His hand came to rest on your leg.
You fumbled with his fingers. “Not if we just sleep.”
He watched as your hopeful eyes looked up to meet his. He couldn’t say no to you; the second you brought it up, the subtle request was already set in stone. He’d give you anything.
“You can’t tell Nat.”
The smile you gave him was worth it. He’d let Nat ‘end him’, as she said on the phone, if it meant you looking at him like that forever.
“I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
He raised a brow at you. “Apparently.”
You rolled your eyes, walking around the bed to pull back his blankets and get comfortable. You were surprised by his bedroom just as much as his cooking; everything looked put together and coordinated—nothing like you expected. Maybe things were different when he was partying every day.
He quickly fell into bed beside you, careful not to look too eager. But he was eager. He wanted to feel your body against his as his heartbeat lulled you to sleep. His fingers were itching to stroke down your back as he counted your breaths, just as he imagined. He’d pictured it many times.
But as you laid beside him, shuffling in the blankets to find a good position, he was frozen. Your hair was still mused from the events of the night, and your makeup had been washed off in his sink, but you were so beautiful he was frozen. He’d never spent the night with a girl before, let alone with you. God, he was nervous.
And of course, you noticed. You noticed how stiff he was, stuck on the edge of the queen sized bed. He looked as if he would bolt at any sign of your discomfort, his preoccupation with ‘doing things right’ keeping him from getting a good night’s sleep. This wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
“It’s cold,” you affirmed, breaking the awkward silence of the room.
Bucky shot up immediately. “Let me turn the heat up for you.”
“No, Bucky. I’m just cold. Over here.”
“You’re—Oh! Oh.” He pulled himself back down just as quickly, making his way over to you with hesitancy.
When he reached you, his arms wound around your body, one sliding under your head while the other went around your stomach to pull you closer. He had your back to his chest with his legs carefully tangled with yours. Everything he did was timid.
“Is this better?” His breath puffed against the hair on the back of your head. This man had made out with you in the bathroom earlier, but holding you was making him lose his mind.
“This is perfect.”
He seemed to relax at that, body melting into yours. He nestled his chin into your neck and squeezed you just a little tighter; it felt like a reality check. His fingers were brushing at the sliver of skin exposed by his sweater riding up, the motions causing your lashes to flutter closed.
But Bucky didn’t know you took a little while to fall asleep, your mind always in overdrive even after such a strenuous night. Because after several minutes of your evened out breaths filling the room, you caught a whisper against your neck—a whisper you surely weren’t meant to hear. They were the same words you let slip at the party, but these were clearer and more absolute. These words were practiced.
You were right; this was perfect.
“And you’re sure he said it was okay to use his car?”
“‘Course he did, doll. You heard me on the phone this morning, didn’t you?”
You had heard him on the phone, but it didn’t sound like he was talking to Sam. It was a pretty long conversation—a lot longer than it would take to ask about a car.
You had woken up alone, the blankets beside you curled up to your chin, the blinds cracked to illuminate the wrinkles in the sheets. You laid there for a while, fingers wiggling through the strips of light as you tried to make out the low, muffled voice of Bucky in the other room. He came slinking in a few minutes later, cracking the door quietly until he saw you were already awake.
Damn, he whispered. Was tryna get back before you woke up.
With a quick kiss to your forehead, he had you up and walking down the steps to his apartment in a flash. He hadn’t fully kissed you again since your stunt in the bathroom. You figured that was a conscious choice; you could see the way his gaze would flit down to your lips each time you spoke, as if remembering the feel of them against his own.
You thought he might’ve been taking you to breakfast, the crisp Saturday morning a perfect backdrop for orange juice and gentle touches. But then he took you through a drive-thru, ordering you a coffee and a quick meal and you were instantly lost. Of course, he refused to tell you his plans.
You tried again. “Can I at least have a hint?”
“We’re gonna be there soon,” he laughed. “How was your coffee?”
“Don’t change the subject.” You pointed a finger at him, which he immediately took and brought down to his lap, grasping your hand in his own.
“I’m not! It was an honest question.”
He let his thumb brush the back of your hand as he spoke. It sent you reeling. “You’re trying to distract me and it’s not working.”
His smirk was damning. “I’m not tryna do anything.”
“Yes you are! With your hands and your stupid coffee.”
“If you thought the coffee was stupid, I coulda got you somethin’ else, baby.”
You could feel your chest warming at his words, already too flustered to form a better response. You yanked your hand from his playfully, an act he very much didn’t appreciate.
“Aw, c’mon. You’re not gonna let me hold your hand?” he jested, slapping his chest dramatically.
“Maybe if I knew where we were going, I’d want to hold your hand.”
“Fine, look.” He pointed ahead, the stadium you’d been to hundreds of times coming into view. “Can I hold your hand now?”
You sent him a confused look. “What are we doing here? There’s nothing going on today.”
“Maybe if you were holding my hand, I'd want to tell you.”
You rolled your eyes, slapping your hand into his with a suggestive look. You regretted it soon after, the band-aid Bucky placed on your palm this morning doing little to protect against the impact. You kept a straight face to get your point across.
“Thank you.” He kissed your knuckles. “But I’m still not telling ya.”
You groaned as he pulled into the parking lot, grabbing a spot usually filled by the time you got there. He kept his grip tight as he tugged you through the domed halls, your footsteps echoing off the postered walls. It was weird to be there when it was so empty; it made your stomach bubble up with excitement when Bucky gave you a quick, elated glance.
He stopped in front of the locker rooms, unlocking the door with a key he probably shouldn’t have. At his locker, he flung out a few items before pulling back and slamming it shut, his arms filled.
“You ready?” he beamed.
You gave him an incredulous look. “Ready for what, Bucky?”
He shifted his arms a bit, yanking a hat from the bottom of the pile. “Well, doll.” He secured the hat on your head, tapping your chin lightly on the way down. “You remember the last time you tried to pitch?”
“You mean a year ago? When I got my foot stuck under the rubber?” you laughed.
He hummed in agreement. “Well, I’m gonna teach you how to do it right.”
“Bucky, I’m going to suck. There’s a reason I’m here on a pre-med scholarship.”
“Everyone’s gotta start somewhere,” he proclaimed, guiding you out to the field. “And I’m a great coach.”
“Have you ever even coached anyone?”
“Not yet. But I’ve been playin’ since I was six, so I figure I got it down.”
You awarded him with a joyful laugh, his head tilting back from ahead of you to catch the wrinkles by your eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d gone years without this. He couldn’t believe you’d been here all this time, with your laugh and your smile and your wit—completely perfect and he’d never noticed. He couldn’t picture his life without you now.
You reached the mound, Bucky handing you one of the gloves in his arms and dropping a bucket of balls by your feet. The wind was brisk against your face; it tinged Bucky’s nose pink and made his fingers cold as he tucked some of your hair further into the hat.
You didn’t mind.
“Alright. You might not get it all the way to the plate at first, so for now, we’ll just focus on not getting stuck in the dirt.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, okay. Sorry, no more jokes. Watch me do it first, okay?”
You stepped back, watching as he pulled his arm back, his whole body pushing into the force. You’d seen him do this plenty of times before, but never up close. His wrist snapped so effortlessly and his feet slid across the dirt in a dance that’d be ingrained into his muscle memory forever. You broke your gaze with the sound of a ball hitting the backboard.
You hadn’t been paying attention to his form at all.
“Think you could do that?”
“Yes.” Probably not.
“Alright,” he smiled, handing you a ball. “Go ahead, doll.” He stepped off the mound, crossing his arms with a glint in his eye as he watched you maneuver yourself to the top of the hill.
You sent him an unsure glance and rolled the ball along the net of the glove. You lined up to the side as you’d seen Bucky do, angling your hips in an awkward position. Your feet felt uncomfortable against the rubber as you attempted to find a good footing.
“Here, baby, like this.” Bucky met you at the top, strong hands firm on your hips and he pushed you into the position he wanted. His words tickled your ear as he spoke. “You gotta twist when you throw it. It’ll add more force.”
Your breath came out in shaky puffs. “What about my leg?”
“When you pull it up,” he began, gripping the outside of your thigh. “Bring your arms down. It’s like a wind-up.” His hand slid back up to your waist, nose nudging behind your ear. “You got that?”
“You’re distracting me again.”
“Now why would I want to do that? This is my big coaching debut—I’ve got a lot to prove.”
You turned your head to meet his gaze, noses brushing. “If you’re banking on me being a success story, you better find someone else. I’m sure there are plenty of people out there that’d love Bucky Barnes coaching them. Maybe you could start a team.”
“I’m pretty happy with my team right now,” he whispered. His eyes moved down to your lips for one fleeting second before he squeezed at your waist, turning you back into position. “Remember what I said. Show me what you got.”
More flustered than ever, you shook your head out and threw the ball. It was awful, just as expected. Bucky’s “coaching” hadn’t helped.
“That’s alright, baby. Go again.”
You huffed. “Buck, if I keep throwing these, we're going to have to chase all over the field to get the damn balls.”
His face lit up. “We might need a catcher then, don’t you think?”
“And leave you up here alone? No way, doll, gotta be able to distract ya.” He jogged to the fence on the other side of the field, the dugout hiding his body for a few quick minutes. “Got you a catcher!” you heard him call.
If you hadn’t already been surprised by this entire morning, seeing Bucky walk back on the field with the school’s Bobcat mascot might’ve made you let out a gasp. Instead, an unexpected laugh bubbled past your lips.
“Bucky, what the hell?” you giggled, watching as the new addition to the field ran to home plate. “Who is that?”
He rejoined you, his hand sliding across your back. “What do you mean? That’s Bobcat, the team’s mascot. You’ve seen him plenty of times.”
“Bucky, who’s inside?”
“That’s classified information, doll. Now square your hips and chuck the ball at him,” he beamed down at you.
You shook your head, but complied, the next few throws just as bad as the first. At least someone was throwing them back now. Whoever was inside that costume had the good sense to throw the balls back to Bucky as well, and he had good form. It was definitely someone you knew, but their height didn’t give anything away.
Bucky sent you cheerful encouragement from his position beside the mound, but it was clear this was amusing him. You had the mascot running from side to side, attempting to catch the balls you threw in every direction. The smile on your face was beginning to hurt from how wide it was; Bucky’s laughs made you forget about the night before—the bad parts anyway.
“Alright, let’s call it a day, doll. Bobcat over there looks about ready to pass out.” He jutted his thumb out to the furry lump collapsed on the floor. “You can clean this up, right Parker?”
“Peter?” you exclaimed, watching as the head was yanked off to reveal the exhausted freshman.
He sent a halfhearted thumbs up into the air. “No problem, Bucky.”
“Peter I—Bucky, we can’t leave him to clean all this up,” you laughed, exasperated.
Bucky threw an arm around your shoulder, shuffling you off the field. “I’m payin’ him $20, he’s fine.”
“Is that who you were on the phone with this morning?”
He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “One of ‘em.”
“Well, I had fun,” you began, the place where his lips touched tingling. “Thank you, Buck. You really—”
“Oh, I’m not done.” He opened your car door, flipping the hat off your head and tossing it in the backseat. “We’re not doin’ exactly what I wanted, but I hope you like it still.”
“And what did you want to do?” you asked, turning to him as he settled in the driver’s side. He looked embarrassed at that, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Well, I called Nat this morning. Got her to tell me the restaurant I was supposed to take you to freshman year. But I called and they had no openings for the day—wouldn’t exactly take $20 like Parker.”
“Oh, Bucky. You didn’t have to do that. I’ve never even eaten there, I just figured you’d like it.”
He groaned. “Don’t say that. Every time you talk about that night I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”
“I’m serious,” you chuckled. “I don’t even know what food they serve there. I just wanted to impress you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, swiping your hand from your lap and putting the car in drive. “God, I don’t deserve you.”
He had you stumped again.
Bucky had been showing you all over Brooklyn for quite a while, stopping at random food carts and small businesses because you just had to see them. He couldn’t believe you’d lived in the city this long and hadn’t been to the bookstore on Dekalb Ave. You could; the place was impossibly hidden.
You could sense he was stalling. He kept checking his phone screen for the time—a luxury you didn’t have—and gripping your shoulders to move to a new location. It wasn’t until the sun began to drop below the tops of the Brooklyn buildings that your car ride became much longer. The final destination, you hoped.
“Listen, doll.” Bucky had begun to tap his fingers on the steering wheel a few minutes ago, a nervous habit. “I really wanted to show you that you’re important to me—that I care about you. I know it seems like I’ve just been draggin’ you all over Brooklyn, but I gotta reason.”
“No, I had fun, Bucky. Really,” you encouraged, attempting to quell his incessant nerves.
“Good, good, I’m glad. But the reason I did it is comin’ up over there.” He pointed out to a distant lot. “I uh, I called my Ma this morning, while you were sleeping.”
“You seem to have made a lot of phone calls.”
He sent you a nervous smile. “Needed it to be perfect. Anyway, I called her to ask where my Pa took her on their first date. They’ve been together for a long time—about 27 years. I know my old man would beat me over the head if he knew how I’d been actin’. He always raised me to be respectful and all that.”
Your brows shot up. “You don’t listen very well, do you?”
“I know, I know. But I figured what better way to start doin’ things right than to take you to where my folks fell in love? Not that we have to fall in love—I just meant that he seemed to know what he was doin’ and my Ma said girls love drive-in movies. Don’t think I’m pressurin’ you or anything because—”
“Bucky,” you placed a calming hand on his. “I think a drive-in movie sounds great. I didn’t even know there were any near the city.”
He let out a relieved breath. “Okay… okay yeah. It’s just a little ways up. Only plays old movies though. From the 40s I think.”
Bucky had already won you over on the field this morning, but his anxious explanation had you falling for him even more. He called his mom. He held you all night and woke up before the sun so he could call his mom and get advice.
And when he mentioned how long his parents had been together, you just about kissed him right there. He saw a future with you; he wanted to do things like his parents because he saw you as his future. He wanted to fall in love and be married for 27 years and have kids who didn’t listen to him. He wanted you.
Your prejudice had blinded you before; Bucky’s reputation had held him back.
“And what do you know about 40s movies?” you asked, whole body warm with affection—with excitement.
“Oh, I know tons. Big 40s guy over here,” he drawled. His accent was particularly strong tonight, a side effect of spending the entire day in Brooklyn.
“You’ll have to catch me up to speed then. I haven’t seen very many.”
“I’ll do my best,” he winked, pulling up to pay the teller at the entrance.
He drove Sam’s car along the bumps of the lot, finding the perfect spot up at the front. The screen ahead was worn and discolored and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was the same screen his parents looked up at before their date all those years ago. If his mom was as nervous as you were sitting beside a Barnes with their floppy hair and charming smiles. You suspected she was.
You felt Bucky’s gaze on your profile before he spoke up, the movie slowly starting on the screen. “You uh, you look really beautiful by the way. Don’t think I’ve told you that.”
“Bucky, I changed in ten minutes this morning and I still have hat hair from the field,” you laughed, but you felt the heat on your face anyway.
“Doesn’t matter to me. Still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
You turned to meet his glowing gaze, the black and white film illuminating the planes of his face. “Well, you’re pretty beautiful, too, you know. Probably why you’re so popular.”
He smiled. “I’m the one tryna win you over, doll. You already got me wrapped around your finger—flattery isn’t necessary.”
“Oh, wrapped around my finger?” Your tone was teasing. “Wonder what I could make you do then.”
“I’d do anything.”
There was a lightness to his words, but his eyes bore through you with such sincerity you felt your breath leave you. The movie’s dramatic, melancholy music slowly trickled through the car as Bucky’s eyes dipped down to your lips, once—twice.
If he’d do anything, you knew just what you’d ask for.
“Kiss me then.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
It was slower this time. His hand came out to gently brush across your cheek with undying adoration before he leaned in. His eyes were tracing over your face before your lips met, mapping out the high points of your brows and the delicate tip of your nose. It was a longing gaze; a longing he would soon remedy.
And when you finally touched—a sigh you didn’t know you were holding shakily making its way out between bodies—Bucky smiled against your lips. A quick smile soon overshadowed by the way his hands pulled you closer, but it ignited a rush beneath your skin you’d never forget.
Because Bucky’s smile was unforgettable, and now you’d had a taste of it on your lips.
He pulled away much sooner than you’d like, the feel of him still impressed upon your skin. “That’s how I shoulda kissed you the first time.”
Your laugh was a breeze between you, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I liked them both.”
“I’ll give you as many as you want.” Another soft press to your lips. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Barnes,” you teased.
“I love you.”
It was quick, unplanned. You didn’t even think he meant to say it, but the way his eyes were intensely trained on you proved that to be incorrect. He meant to say it, just maybe a little later in the night.
You opened your mouth to respond, eyes wide in astonishment, when he beat you to the punch. “Don’t say anything right now. I just saved you from an awful night and then told you my parents’ great love story before I kissed the life outta you. Your judgment might be clouded.” He brushed his nose to yours. “Tell me how you feel after a few weeks. After I’ve made you mad again and after you’ve met my Ma. She has some stories to tell ya, I bet.”
You pulled back a bit, shaking your head in disbelief. You already knew you loved him. You’d tell him right now if it weren’t for the conviction on his face. But he seemed very adamant that you didn’t say anything until you were very sure, so instead, you just nodded your head.
“Alright, but if you wanna meet my Ma, you gotta say you’ll be my girl.”
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henleys and hair ties- b. barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader, one mention of sam wilson
warnings: very fluffy you have no idea
about: domestic fluff with bucky barnes or: prompt y/n buying bucky something unrequested because it made y/n think of him.
a/n: stop i actually really like this, i had bad writers block so i just went to a prompt generator and wrote this
the bags in your hand gently knock against the door of your apartment, the other reusable bags gathered at your feet to let your other hand search for the keys inside your bag. you frown when you can’t find them, turning a bit to dig further inside and leaning your weight against the door. the knob suddenly turns, and you nearly fall when your boyfriend opens the door, but instead, your favorite super-soldier lets you sink into his chest rather than stand there to watch you pummel to the floor.
“doll?” he asks in confusion, looking down at you.
“um, hi, honey,” you greet awkwardly, sprawling your fingers on his chest to push yourself, standing up again to peck bucky’s lips.
“couldn’t find your keys again?” he teases, gently taking the bags from you, although you argue for a second.
“yes,” you grumble, watching as he bends down to collect the bags on the ground. the memory of you struggling to carry all the bags to the car briefly passing through your mind while you observe him effortlessly bringing them to the kitchen. “see, groceries would be a lot easier if i could carry all the bags like they were just a couple of tissues,” you complain, closing the door behind him. “‘told you to wait for me to go,” he reminds, setting everything down on the table and beginning to unpack. “you left the keys on the counter, by the way.”
you look at the counter to find he’s right, exhaling a short breath of annoyance when you realize it’s the third time you’ve forgotten. “another reason to take me with you,” he shrugs, and you breathe out a laugh, “why are you so insistent on going grocery shopping with me? you need to rest after missions like you insist i do. besides, it’s not as fun as you seem to think it is.”
you stand next to him, folding all the bags that are empty. “everything’s fun with you,” he winks, and you bump his hip with yours, a smile on your lips. “so cheesy, mister barnes,” you say, turning to look at him.
“only for you, doll,” he chuckles, handing you another bag. “so how was the store?”
you shrug, “boring. how was the mission?” he hums, putting away the fridge items while you stare at him from the pantry.
“easy. you cleaned up the base for us.”
you smirk, “‘s what i do.” he meets you at the kitchen table, pressing a proud kiss to your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly, twirling one of the loose strands from his bun with your finger. your nail drags on his jaw when you pull away, collecting the heat from his blushing skin. cute. “wanna watch a movie later?” you cock your head at him, grinning when he kisses your nose.
“sam picks today.”
your eyebrows furrow, “sam? is he coming over?” you look at the table, satisfied to find it clean and void of grocery bags.
bucky shakes his head, “no, he just keeps annoying me about this movie i’ve never heard of.”
“ah,” you nod slowly, already knowing what movie he’s talking about, “you really wanna watch mean girls?”
bucky’s shoulders raise cluelessly, “i don’t even know what it’s about.”
you chuckle, guiding your fingers to thread through his vibranium ones, heading to the couch as he trails along when you spot one more bag. “oh! one more thing,” you squeeze his fingers, reaching into the bag to pull out what you bought. “i saw this and remembered how you keep borrowing these because you hate your hair falling into your eyes, and while i really don’t mind, wan and nat kind of do, so i bought you some,” you smile, handing bucky the package of colorful hair ties you picked out for him. “also, you have like, two henleys left since i keep stealing them, so i got you some more.” you motion to the bag, which contains a few henleys in neutral colors. “but, i will probably steal those, too, after you wear them and they smell like you,” you beam, “just to warn you.”
bucky still hasn’t said anything, staring at the hair ties you gave him- bought for him. specifically for him. just because you saw them and thought of him and remembered something about him. his eyes flicker to the bag, and he remembers the way his henleys hung off of your shoulders, the crinkle of your eyes as you tell him they smell like him.
“oh, i almost forgot,” you tap your free palm against your forehead, turning to the kitchen, oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside bucky’s mind, “i got fresh plums for you since i know you really like them. they’re in the fruit container thing steve got for us-- which, by the way, i am one-hundred percent sure is not a fruit container--” bucky suddenly cuts you off, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“thank you,” he murmurs, recognizing the warm comforts of your arms as they wrap around his back.
“oh- yeah. it was no problem,” you laugh softly, before settling your cheek on his chest, rubbing your nose on the shirt that smells like a mix of you and him.
your knowledge about the plums-- something he hadn’t even told you, you’d just cared enough to notice- is what makes him shut his eyes as he drinks everything in, the hair ties in his favorite color settled in his hand, the henleys that he can’t wait for you to take again, the little notebook you got him a couple of months before because you had observed he had filled his last one up-- it wraps around him akin to your softness, assuring him that you actually love him, that you pay attention to him and think about him even when he isn’t there.
the tears that gather in his eyes make him pull you closer and kiss your forehead, and although it shouldn’t be, it’s a surprising realization that he’s happy. and maybe he deserves it, too.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky used to hate a lot of things.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: None of this, just wholesome fluff
A/N: I said I wanted to write something toxic but I ended up writing this wholesome piece instead????
Bucky was easily irritated by a lot of things, no matter how small or shallow.
Someone being talkative whenever he wasn’t in the mood, when someone would accidentally step on his shoe, a plan cancelled at the last minute because of the weather— even dropping a single M&M on the floor could ruin his day.
Bucky hated it when it got too cold, when the snow began to fall and drop onto his hair, dampening it whenever he was out. Bucky also hated the heat, there was something about feeling his sweat drip down his back that annoyed the hell out of him.
Melted ice cream, coffee that was room temperature because he couldn’t decipher whether it was warm or cold. The sunlight shining right into his face whenever he opened his curtains, strong winds that caused his umbrella to flip over...pretty much everything annoyed Bucky.
And then you came and everything that used to irritate him, he suddenly found endearing.
It was a little past noon when Bucky got up from bed, cranky from the lack of sleep. He still dealt with nightmares, not as bad as before but they still existed. Everyone else had finished their lunch and he was glad, he didn’t have to deal with anyone today.
The kitchen was quiet and he was enjoying his food and the silence when your perky voice greeted him as you sauntered in, all bright and radiant.
Bucky wasn’t in the mood and he rarely responded to your stories, but hearing you talk freely about anything and everything even when he stayed mum? He doesn’t know why, but he enjoyed it.
Maybe he was in the mood after all.
“Practice the waltz with me?” you asked one time.
There was another gala that required all the Avengers to attend and even though Bucky used to enjoy dancing back in his day, he was sure he got rusty. But then you laughed and said you didn’t dance either, that maybe practicing together would actually help.
So Bucky got up from the couch and taught you what he remembered. He discovered that you weren’t lying when you said you didn’t dance. If he thought he was rusty, you were so much worse because you kept on stepping on his foot and tripping on your own.
Bucky hated that but why was he laughing all of a sudden? Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes as he laughed at the way you danced; he almost wondered whether you were offended. However, the way you threw your head back in a hearty chuckle as your hand gripped his shoulders showed that you were enjoying this just as much.
Maybe being stepped on wasn’t so bad after all.
You were on the couch with Sam, scrolling through the numerous movie titles on Netflix. It was movie night and there were popcorn, sodas, skittles and M&M’s. Bucky arrived just in time for the movie and as soon as he sat next to you, you handed him a packet of classic M&M’s.
Bucky grunted when he tried to pop an M&M into his mouth, only for him to miss it. It hit his chin and stumbled onto his chest, until it landed on the floor. He frowned and cursed to himself, hating that he had to pick it up and throw it away.
But then you grabbed at the M&M and ate it as if it was no big deal that it literally was on the floor. He turned to you with a confused look on his face, “Why’d you eat that? It’s dirty.” he said.
You merely shrugged, “Five-second rule.”
Bucky should be disgusted, but instead, he found it amusing.
Maybe the five-second rule does work after all.
There was a time when Bucky cursed at the wind because he was so set on grocery shopping, but then it started raining cats and dogs. Sam advised that he postpone his errand and it ruined his mood. He didn’t like it whenever his routine was messed up, it always made him feel out of control.
“I’ll go with you, I need to buy coffee too. Can’t survive with it.” you said and grabbed an umbrella, motioning for Bucky to follow you.
The both of you didn’t make it to the store because of the strong winds that made the umbrella flip. Bucky should be mad right now, but he wasn’t because you found everything funny and whenever you laughed out loud, he often did the same.
His hair was damp by the time the both of you reached the compound, the hot cup of coffee that you two bought on the way to the store, now stale and warm. But the way your eyes shone as you hysterically laughed, recalling the disasters you both encountered, made it a memorable thing for Bucky.
Something that he’d remember simply because of how you clung onto his arm, ensuring that the both of you were properly shielded by the umbrella. How you looked up at him in horror when it flipped and almost flew away, but then you ended up laughing and dragging him back to the compound.
Maybe cancelled plans, warm coffee and flipped umbrellas can be funny after all.
Summer time, Bucky dreaded this season and now he was dealing with beads of his sweat rolling down his neck and back. His sweat started to soak his shirt as he walked around the compound, fanning himself.
He found you in the living room, sitting on the couch and sweating just as much, only you had a small tub of ice cream. You were playing a video game and pausing every once in a while to eat your dessert. He sat next to you and watched you play, finding it endearing whenever you lost and groaned out loud.
You paused and complained about the heat, grabbing a newspaper on the coffee table and folding it in half. You fanned yourself with it and then turned to fan Bucky, his cheeks turning red at your considerate action.
“Oh man, I forgot my ice cream.” you clicked your tongue, noticing that your ice cream had melted.
Frowning, you handed the tub to Bucky together with the spoon you used, “Do you want some too?” you asked.
Bucky was ready to refuse but he realized that you didn’t mind him using the same spoon. The act of sharing something with you felt intimate and something as simple as that made Bucky feel special. He always felt special whenever he was around you, because you paid attention to him and him alone.
Maybe he would enjoy eating melted ice cream, you wanted to share it with him after all.
The warmth of the sunlight stirred Bucky awake, his brows furrowing into his forehead as he slowly opened his eyes to the sun shining directly at his face. God, he used to hate waking up like this.
But the silhouette of someone standing in front of his window reminded him why he learned to love being woken up like this.
“Morning, Bucky.” you greeted with a smile when you turned around to find Bucky awake.
Bucky groaned as the sunlight continued to blind him, forcing him to close his eyes again; he listened to your padded footsteps echo around his room, until he felt the bed dip and the tips of your delicate fingers press against his forehead, soothing the crease.
“Grumpy again?” you teased with a laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss on his nose.
He softly laughed, shaking his head because no, the sunlight doesn’t bother him anymore. Nor do melted ice cream and M&Ms on the floor. Cancelled plans no longer irritate him, you always found a way to make staying home fun. Flipped umbrellas only reminded him of that disastrous run to the grocery, when you held onto him tightly and made his stomach erupt with butterflies.
You did a lot of things that Bucky used to hate and he realized that maybe, he never hated them in the first place.
Bucky was in love with you after all.
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Barnes' miscommunication | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader
Summary: Bucky was an idiot, and he tend to push away things he loved, and that included you. When he hurt you, he didn’t realise his apology would be too late. He didn’t know about your past with hydra, which made the situation, worse.
W/c: 5.2k (holy shit that's alot)
Warning(s): ANGST, weapons, harm (not on you), reader abilities, hydra, swearing!
A/N: A lot to write, I couldn’t find a good way to summarise this fic… you’ll just have to read it. There are -- read more-breaks for the story because it is so long.
Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Enjoy <33
You were never one to talk; even before you were kidnapped by Hydra, you still didn't really speak. You were quiet and reserved; being an ex-hydra assassin just solidified your personality. There was a lot to know about you, but you never really shared anything about yourself when it came to it. Everyone knew you as Y/n Stark, 'the daughter of Tony and Pepper Stark' and the girl kidnapped when she was five, found by the avengers later in life.
You worked through a lot of things. The therapy Tony and Pepper signed you into helped with the nightmares, but that was about it. But even still, you weren't entirely there; if people didn't know you, your first impression was always coming off as rude and inconsiderate. And you supposed that after all your years working for Hydra, you probably were. You were very much closed off until you met Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes, an ex-hydra assassin, was welcomed into the team just over a year and a half ago. Your dad agreed to the idea because he thought it might be nice for you to have someone else. One who had something in common with you other than, both Natasha and Wanda.
Meeting Bucky was all to be expected; you both got along well, but never once had you shared something about your personal life. You were closed off, and although you and Bucky were civil. He, too, was the same. It was like two peas in a pod.
Over time, it became a love-hate relationship; you'd try your best to be on good terms with Bucky, but over time it felt like he had something against you. You and Bucky were at constant war with each other, and you didn't know what you did for him to hate you so much, or so you thought. You thought that maybe if you tried to tell him that you were an ex-hydra yourself, that may be the pair of you could bond a bit more. But your attempts to do so turned out in failure.
A simple smile would turn into Bucky turning his head away. A good morning, Bucky would walk away. There were definitely good days where he would talk to you, but it wouldn't last long. You guys just didn't really click anymore, and it had been over a year and a half since he had arrived.
Then, not too long ago, Bucky started playing pranks around the compound with Sam. It was their thing. One day when you were about to go on a mission with Nat and Steve, Bucky had accidentally hidden all of your mission weapons, thinking they were Nat's. So you, too, joined in on the fun; two could play at that game, Ex-hydra assassin vs Ex-hydra assassin.
Slowly, you began pranking him back, shaving cream in his boots, salt in his tea or replacing his daggers with dummy knives, just to name a few.
Bucky knew it was you, and he was finding this game pretty fun. There was never a malicious intent behind the minor pranks the both of you played on each other. This quickly became your thing with him and was the reason you two became close again. Spending more time together than usual, you'd spend nights watching films with him, playing board games or even chatting until the earlier hours of the morning. He'd find it weird that you'd be the only one up sometimes, but he never questions it.
It was odd; you were slowly but surely falling in love with Bucky Barnes. You didn't know why or how it happened, but that love for him was there. He made you feel something you had been missing for most of your life.
Bucky, too developed a love for you. He, too, didn't know where it began or how it happened, but he knew that after all his years of not having anyone, he wanted you. Now I suppose when you put two and two together, it's not hard to know that you and Bucky had a thing for each other; the whole team knew it. Your dad knew it too. However, it never went anywhere; You were just as awkward as each other.
Leading to a few nights ago.
There were three hydra missions scheduled in the week; you and Bucky had been assigned to one of the three. When he came back from his mission that day, he was drained and distraught. You went to welcome him home, but he walked right past you and up to his room.
Steve said something about Bucky seeing where they had tortured him for decades, the memories had got to him, and you understood. Steve thought you might be the best to comfort him, but Bucky still had no idea that you had worked for Hydra before, but you never shy away from the fact that you did. If someone asked, you would tell them. Which still confuses you, the fact that it never came up over the year you've known him. You thought surely someone would say something to him if you hadn't.
The only genuine person who ever understood your pain was Wanda. Both you and she were hydra experiments at the same time. You, her and Pietro. Escaping together because of Ultron, and that's how your dad found you. When Pietro died, it was like you were losing a brother. So you stuck by Wanda; she promised to protect you as you would in return. She was the only one to actually understand what you were going through.
Before the hydra mission, he promised that he'd have dinner with you. Something the pair of you had been doing for quite a while now. So here you were, keeping that promise. You stood outside Bucky's door, softly knocking. You had his dinner that you made in your hand, waiting for him to answer. When Bucky didn't answer, you carefully opened the door just a tiny bit to see him sitting at the end of his bed, gripping the sheets tight in his hand.
His little run-in at the Hydra base triggered something in him. It got under his skin, and he was furious. But you knew that; you sensed it as soon as you walked in the door, and little did he know, you could see what had happened. A soft frown appeared on your face as you walked closer, sitting just a bit away from him at the edge of his bed. "Buck? I made dinner," You called; he didn't answer, just sat there breathing heavily.
"Y/n go away," he warned.
Head tilted, you weren't having any of it. Out of anyone besides Wanda, you knew just how bad Hydra could get, and you didn't want him to be alone. "Bucky, I'm not going anywhere, you promised me dinner, and I made it especially for you." You softly spoke, taking a seat next to him.
He turned to you, looking you up and down. Laying a supporting hand on his back, you leaned down a bit to see his face. "You need someone; Steve told me what happened, and he thought I may be the best to--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he snapped.
"Best to what, y/n? Understand me? NON of you understand me…" he growled. Sitting back a bit, you were stunned; you didn't know where this was coming from. "Bucky… I do understand. I've been trying to tell you for so long that I was-"
"NO y/n, you don't understand anything, you don't understand me, nobody does!" He yelled at you. You weren't scared; you were sad. You had never done anything for him to be this way to you, yet, here he was.
It hurt you to see him like this. "Bucky, please… I just."
"Get out! GET OUT OF MY ROOM; I hate you." Bucky turned, the words seething through his teeth. Your bottom lip quivered as you stood looking directly at him.
"You don't mean that.."
"I really thought that we were okay… I thought that-"
Bucky stood in front of you, your head looking up at him, "I SAID GET OUT Y/N." he pointed to the door.
A tear shed your face, setting the food down on the bed. You held in your whimpers, "W-well, at least eat. I made it just for you." You almost whispered to him. He watched as you walked away; he didn't realise what he had done. Shutting the door on the way out, you cried back to your quarters. Wanda caught you just in time, that sisterly sense she had when you were down. She sat with you all night while you told her what Bucky had said. You felt so stupid.
In the morning,
Bucky had awoken on his floor; getting up, he noticed the food sitting on his bed. Bucky couldn't remember much last night, only that he came home from the mission, and that was about it. He smiled upon seeing the wrapped food; you had written a note on it. The message you had stuck on it before you walked into his room last night because you thought he may have been in the showers.
"Because I know you like sushi, enjoy! :)"
Slipping on a shirt, Bucky collected the plate of food in his arm with a big smile on his face. Walking out and down the hall to your room, just as he was about to knock on the door. Wanda came storming down from the corridor.
"You son of a bitch!", she yelled slapping Bucky's face. The sushi you made, Bucky slipped from his hands, falling onto the floor in between Wanda and him. His mouth agape, he looked stunned. "If you are looking for Y/n, she's gone on her mission." she huffed out. Wanda gave him a nasty look before walking off. He turned quickly, running off to find Wanda. "Wanda? Wanda-" he stopped when he saw her in the kitchen.
"What do you want, Barnes!"
“I want to understand why you slapped me… What did I do? d-did something happen last night?" he asked. Wanda snapped her head in his direction, "Did you do something? Of course, you did!" She yelled. Bucky came closer to her, "I did? I seriously don't remember." he raised his hands up in defence. "I don't…" he hesitantly repeated.
"Well, this might help you!" Wanda brought her hands up, filling Bucky's mind with the memories of last night. It only took a few seconds for Bucky to fall onto his ass. He was speechless; he put his head into his hands. Wanda kneeled down, "What has she ever done to you?" she questions.
"Nothing Wanda… nothing… I don't even remember anything past coming home." He sighed. "I don't give a shit if you don't remember. Make it up to y/n! She loves you, for God sake, and this is how you treat her!" Wanda ranted mindlessly. "S-she loves me?" Bucky looked up and questioned.
Wanda gave him a shit-eating look, "Of course she loves you; everyone knows this!" She sighed, getting up. His face brightened, "I love her too, Wanda!" He spoke. He hadn't said this to anyone until this very moment, but he did love you. This was the reason; it was his fault for your rocky relationship with him. He was scared to love you, thinking you wouldn't love him in return.
Wanda turned around, shocked, "Then why tell the girl you love that you hated her." Bucky didn't know; he tried so hard to remember, "I got worked up over the mission yesterday, I set myself on auto-pilot. I'll make it up to her, I promise." He got up, trying to think about how to make it up to you.
"Bucky. I'm not in a forgiving mood right now. But just know, she has been through a lot, and you're the only one in this building which still doesn't know that. The best thing you can do is listen to her." She spoke before angrily taking her bowl of grapes with her out into the living room where Vision was.
Before the mission,
"Alright, it is a short but stealthy mission. Y/n, Steve, Nat and Clint, you'll be navigating this one." Fury spoke.
"There is intel that there could be valuable information on Hydra hard drives. We need you to extract them and burn any remaining evidence." He spoke again, everyone agreed, looking through the files. Nat had rested a firm hand on yours, "are you sure you're up for this?" She asked. You simply smiled, confirming her question with a nod.
Everyone in the room with you knew your history with Hydra; that's how you became an esteemed Avenger. Telling everyone your story led to you using your skills to help people around the world. It wasn't uncommon for them to occasionally ask if you were okay or wanted to stay behind if it ever came to a hydra mission.
Now hours later, you were on your way back to the compound. Pretty much feeling like shit. You were numb, and there was no energy left in you. Of course, you didn't let your team see it, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to take a nice shower, eat and sleep for days.
The quinjet landed, and everyone was dis-embarking the jet.
Being the last one out, you slowly made your way into the compound. Not wanting to see anyone, you made yourself a tiny portal to your room that you walked through; you couldn't care. You stood in the middle of your room, not knowing what to do with yourself. Sliding slowly against the end of your bed. Still, with your daggers and weapons attached to your mission suit. You curled up, hiding your face into your knees.
Bucky had run out from his room as soon as he heard the quinjet landing. He came into the bay, looking around for you, but all he could see was Steve, Nat and Clint. Steve smiled upon seeing his best friend, "Hey Jerk, how was your day?" Steve asked, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Uh… not great… where's y/n?" Bucky asked, running his hand through his hair. Nat, Clint and Steve all turned their head to look at each other before looking at Bucky. "In her room, catching an early night." Steve smiled, "Steve… I screwed up!" Bucky panicked.
Clint and Nat were putting away their things while Steve stayed with Bucky. "Buck… I don't know what to say." Steve lightly spoke. "Give y/n some time. But not today." Nat spoke before walking out the doors with Clint. Bucky looked back at Steve, "What's with everyone telling me not to bother her today? Wanda, Sam… even Tony has said the same thing."
"This mission was draining for her," Steve advised his friend before giving him another reassuring pat on the back. "If you really want to know, without bother y/n. Just ask Tony. I'm sure he'll tell you." Steve smiled, walking off.
Tony was focused on his tech while Bruce was working at his computer, Bucky had walked in, and without looking up, Tony spoke. "What did you do to my daughter, Barnes?" He questioned. Bucky stood there feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, Tony… I really am. The mission got to me, and I took it out on her." Tony looked up from his laptop, "have you apologised to her?" Bucky shook his head. "Good. Like I said earlier, let her cool down." He spoke before going back to working on his tech.
Bucky stood there trying to say something, "Is there something else, Barnes?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you about." this made Tony sigh. A hand running down his chin, Tony gives Bruce a look. Walking over, he patted the surface of Bucky's back, "Come… sit", he spoke, taking a seat at one of the lab tables. "By what she tells me, you don't know that she was an ex-hydra assassin, correct?" Bucky's face was confused. He was taken aback. "Well, I'm taking that as a yes."
"You know I'm surprised that you've never come across her..." Tony continued. Bucky was wide-eyed; oh, he knew he was such an idiot. "If my time calculation is right, you would've been there the same time as her." looking directly at Bucky, "You're going to have to ask her yourself about her past. Seeing as I know about last night and the fact that you love my daughter." he let out a slight smirk. "I advise that you do one hell of a job to make sure she knows you love her." He spoke. Bucky nodded, and there Tony was, telling you bits of your story.
"I've spent almost two years not knowing she was a part of Hydra? God, I'm so stupid." he sighed, "Tony, I really am sorry." Bucky looked at him. "Don't tell me that; tell her that, bud."
He thought back to all of the times you were with him, all the times you tried to tell him. So when you said you understood him, you really were telling him the truth. Although he couldn't remember the conversation between you two last night, he knew from what Wanda had shown him.
Getting into the shower, you stood underneath the running water for quite a while.
Your thoughts floating in your head, this mission had torn you to pieces, physically and mentally. It had drained you, and all you needed was to regain your health. Cleaning yourself off and washing your hair, you spent a few minutes more under the running water. Thinking about the mission and about Bucky. Bucky was on your mind; you confided in him. He was like your best friend, so you didn't know how to feel when he did this. You tried the entire night to understand his feelings, but you weren't genuinely processing it.
Bucky was walking back to the main quarters when he heard your angered scream, "BUCKY FUCKING BARNES," looking at yourself in the mirrors. Your hair was a mix of pink and green. You furiously went into your showering, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner bottle, checking the contents; it was dye.
Bucky ran up the stairs, coming out into the halls where Sam was standing just a bit away from your room. Then it clicked; Sam turned to Bucky, "I thought you took it out of her shower." Bucky mentally face-palmed himself. "I forgot! I forgot!" Nat and Wanda were coming out of their rooms; they looked at each other with an 'oh fuck look'. Bucky turned to Wanda and Nat, who looked like they were going to kill him. "I'm sorry!" He panicked.
You were a mix of furious and sad; you paced around your room with tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You dried your hair, slipping into a comfy jumper, some tights, and your combat boots. You pulled the hood over your head, grabbing your daggers. All you saw was red. Today all you needed was a nice shower, to have some food, put your mission gear away and then head to bed. But this was it, that was the cherry on top; you let the emotions run free.
You came out of your room to see Wanda, Nat, Sam, Clint and Vision standing there. "Where's Barnes!" You yelled at them. "H-here." Bucky came out from the staircase; your eyes snapped in his direction. Sam stood in front of your path, "y/n… y/n it was me. I'm-" you were still fuming; you had used your abilities to throw him out of your path. Clint came in sight, and you did the same thing to him.
Storming towards Bucky, your dagger was in your hand. Bucky stood there, not really know what to do. You kicked his chest in with much force that he went flying onto the ground. Groaning, you stalked closers, kneeling onto his chest, and he let you. You pulled the dagger to his throat. When you aggressively took the hoodie off to reveal your face, he could see you were crying. "You think this is fucking funny, Barnes?" You yelled at him, "I have done nothing but be nice to you!" You continued yelling at him.
Nat came in from behind you, but Bucky shook his head, "It's okay, Nat, let her." He groaned as you pushed into his chest. Still, with a dagger to his throat, he looked into your eyes as your cried. "I… I get it… I get that you hate me! I get it!" You cried out in anger. Everyone didn't really know what to do or how to react. They all just stood there watching.
"Y/n… please sweet. You're hurting him." Wanda spoke, your face dropped a bit, turning to Wanda, your eyes darkened, you couldn't get it out of your head. She saw it; she saw this look once before. This just made you a hundred times more dangerous, and you knew she wouldn't get in your way.
Turning back to Barnes, he was looking at you. "A-all I wanted was to come home, have a fucking shower and go to sleep." Your anger is apparent to him. The angrier you got, your hair began to strip of pink and green, turning into a jet black colour.
"I've called Tony," Clint reassured.
Bucky lifted his hand, he tried to caress your face, but you quickly swatted it away, "y/n… I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you…" he furrowed his brows, trying to bring back the y/n he loved. Your whimpers heard from him, "what did I do! What did I do for you not to like me." You yelled into his face. "I don't hate you Y/n… I promise you, I lo-" he stopped when you pushed the dagger further into his neck. You were too angry to let him speak; you couldn't.
Steve and Tony running up the stairs, Bucky briefly looked at Steve.
A black glow emitting from your other hand, and your eyes darkened more. Tony looked at Wanda and nodded. With a flick of her hands, she sent the dagger flying from your hands. Looking at Wanda, your eyes widened. Before you could do anything else, you were pulled off Bucky by the waist. "Hey… hey honey." You looked back to see your dad, a frown set upon your face as you dropped your hands; you gave in once you saw your dad.
Steve was helping Bucky up while everyone just stood there as you cried into your dad's arms, whimpering into his chest. He brought you into a tight hug caressing your back. Bruce came from behind, sedating you with an injection. Your eyed dilated slightly as you looked at your dad with pleas before falling limp into his arms.
Everyone watched, your hair turning back into its original colour. Bucky felt guilty, nor did he know that you had any abilities. Tony looks at Bucky shaking his head in disappointment before picking you up, carrying your sleeping body back to your room. "Friday, get Pepper over here," Tony spoke. "Right away, Tony."
"So everyone saw that?" Sam asked, "Y/n has powers?"
"Yes, she does, and it's none of your business." Wanda shook her head, walking off with Nat. Bucky was catching his breath as Steve held onto him. "I fucked up, Steve… I really did." He felt so bad. Steve looked at him with sympathy. "C'mon, Bud, let's get you back to your room. We can discuss this tomorrow." He spoke. Bucky looked at his best friend, "But I need her to know that I'm sorry… Steve, I need to tell her that I love her." He was almost in tears. "And you will tomorrow. The dose Bruce gave her will last until morning." Steve said.
Bucky sighed, nodding in defeat as he made his way to his bed. "Just trying and get some sleep, Buck." Steve closed the door behind him. Bucky laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling all night, trying to think of how to tell you he was sorry.
"They were eventually going to find out how bad she could get..." Tony spoke, running his hand down his face, "I told you and Fury not to put her on that mission, Tony." Pepper quietly yelled at him. They both turned your way, watching as you slept softly under your sheets. "She said she was okay; I trust her, Pep. Who am I if I am not to trust our own daughter's words?" Tony sighed. Pepper's arms folded, she took a seat right next to you, caressing the hair out of your face. "Is Bucky okay?" Pepper asked; Tony rolled his eyes. "He's okay; Steve said he keeps going on about apologising."
"Are you going to let him apologise?" Pepper asked Tony.
"Mh… I'm thinking about it."
"Yes, okay… I'm not one to stop metal arm from apologising." Tony replied.
"Don't call him that," Pepper spoke, giving your forehead a kiss. "Okay... sorry," he whined before doing the same, pulling your duvets up to keep you warm…
Groaning, your eyes flutter open. You didn't move; you just stared at the ceiling. You remembered everything last night, and you felt guilty for what you had done to Bucky. Laying amongst your pillows, you continued to stare at the ceiling.
It was maybe about 45 minutes later when a soft knock on your door lured you from your daze. Bucky knocking on the door didn't bother you. You just continued your stare into the void.
On the outside of the door were Bucky and Tony. Tony stared at Bucky, whispering. "Go in, Manchurian Candidate. We don't have all day." Tony spoke, opening the door, pushing Bucky in before closing the door behind him. You were awake and unbothered by his presence.
He walked towards your bed, taking a seat next to you. "I made you your favourite." He lightly smiled; you softly turned your head to look at him then to the plate of food. Bucky indeed made your favourite food, but you had no words. You didn't say anything but turned back to stare at the ceiling. Bucky placed the plate on your bedside table. Lying right next to you, he sighed.
"Y/n… I'm really sorry about last night and the night before. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I just wasn't in the right headspace, and I took it out on you" He quietly spoke. "I'm really sorry..."
"I know there have been multiple times you've tried to tell me that you were kidnapped by Hydra… and I'm sorry it took me until now to know." He turned to you as you tensed. He was exploring your features, the ones he had grown to love since the day he first met you.
"And I-" Bucky went to speak, but you cut him off, "Do you hate me?" You quietly asked, still with your eyes to the ceiling. Bucky shook his head, "I could never hate you y/n." "Then why say it?" You asked him again. "Because I was an idiot. I was angry, but I didn't mean any of it. I was so caught up in the mission that I took it out on you." he looked down at his hands.
"It was like I lost myself when I got back to the compound. But that is no excuse for what I did to you, and for that, I will spend however long it takes to make it up to you." You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you. Sympathy in his eyes, you knew he was genuinely sorry.
"I never meant to hurt you last night, Buck. I'm really sorry, I feel horrible." He smiled lightly at you, "You don't need to be sorry. I understand how you felt, and I'm an idiot. I never wanted to hurt you."
And like any other conversation of yours, the pair of you started fighting again.
"But you did-"
"I know I did-"
"What did I do, Bucky? Where did I go wrong?"
"Nowhere… you didn't do anything."
"But then why-" you were thinking out loud, and you didn't mean to; the words were just slipping out.
"Because I love you, okay? I love you y/n! And I am so angry with myself that waited this long to tell-"
"I love you too..." You cut in. "I know you do," you spoke again.
"You know?" Bucky questioned. You nodded, "I have been able to read your mind since the day you step foot inside this compound, Bucky. I've loved you even before you started liking me." you sent him a small smile.
He went to speak but quickly shut his mouth, taking the advice that Tony gave him about listening to you. "And when you told me you hated me, I couldn't read your mind. I couldn't tell myself that you were lying and that you said it out of the moment." A tear fell down your face. Bucky rested his hand on your cheek, lightly caressing away the tears. "I've spent months trying to tell you so you knew you could talk to me. Because I understood. I wanted you to know that we had something in common. I wanted you to know that I loved you. But you never gave me that chance."
"All the times you would turn away from me, or ignore me or even go as far as to telling the team that you didn't want to go on missions with me."
"I tried because I thought you hated me…. Until that day, when you came home, and I had made you tacos. That was the first time I heard your mind again; I had heard you say that you loved me."
Bucky smiled; he remembered that day. Thinking back to it now, he knew he never said it, but he felt it because it was true. "So you knew what I've been thinking this whole time?" He quietly asked; you nodded softly.
"So, how about now?" He asked.
You furrowed your brows and then heard it, I love you, Y/n.
A small smile paved your face, "yeah... I heard that." he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips which you returned.
He thought again, I'm so sorry for everything… I can't lose you, not when I've barely had you. I'm trying my best, for you and for me.
Your eyes opened back up, you stared into his eyes. "I forgive you, Bucky. Just please don't hurt me again." You whispered.
Bucky gave you a nod, kissing your forehead. "I will never hurt you again."
With the soft blink of your eyes, you believed him. You opened up your blanket, inviting him in. He took his shoes off and slide in next to you, pulling you into his arms. You smiled as he held you close to him. "Y/n?" Bucky whispered. You looked up to him humming in response.
"If it's not too much to ask, could you show me your past?" He asked; you thought about it for a second before gently nodding. Bringing your hand up, placing your hand softly on his forehead. Cuddled up together, you confided in him once and, going back to show him what you'd been trying to tell him from the very start.
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A Heart of Gold: Part 3
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: talk of sexual assault, Bucky being Bucky, two idjits in love, unrequited love, smut, oral sex, a lil angst, 18+, derogatory language, foul language, MINORS DNI
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The day went by quite well. You’d sold quite a bit of your goods that day, with many regulars coming through. It was always a bit weird to see Winifred’s table occupied by someone else, but you knew that she had never left. She would always be there, looking over you, keeping you safe. You couldn’t say the same for her son, though.
His name flooded your head with the memories of last night and this morning. You were conflicted. You didn’t like him, did you? He wasn’t the best husband, and so far he had shown you no amount of softness, except for this morning. It shook you to your very core.
Just then, one of your regulars popped in for a quick bite, with her cute baby. That was the best part about the bakery. You met so many people, they were like family to you. You cradled the little one, fondling her cheeks and giving her small kisses. You’d always wanted kids of your own, but it was an impossible dream.
Unbeknownst to you, there were a pair of eyes watching you.
Bucky was seated outside on his bike, hidden from the main entrance so that he could keep an eye on you without you noticing. He saw you with the child, smiling and giggling as you bounced it and kissed it ever so softly. He was smitten by the sight. But he knew it wasn’t meant to be. And it was all his fault.
Bucky was a man shaped by his circumstances, as most are. He had learned from an early age that this world doesn't accept softness, or kindness. It is hard, brutal, and unforgiving. Which is why he hated you, in the beginning. Your quiet adamance, your love for life, your sheer kindness made you everything he stood against. His mother didn't help, either. Fawning over the lass like she was her own. That angered him too. He missed his mother. He never showed it, but the woman was the very reason he was alive right now; she would get him out of fights, made sure he finished school, provided for the both of them tirelessly. The day she had asked him to get married to you was the day he would always remember. Seeing his mother like that shook him to the core. He had always thought of her demise as a thing of the future, and to see it so closely; he couldn't process it.
So he tied the knot, for her sake. The only thing that bothered him was your presence. It had been a thorn in his side. He'd always been a lone wolf, and he had convinced himself that that was the best way, or rather, the only way forward. He didn't need anyone entangled in his dirty stuff. But along you come with your shy countenance, your sweet smiles, and your sunny personality. Fuck, if it didn't annoy him in the beginning. The day it changed was the day you called him up from the hospital and yelled at him, only to hang up on him. Nobody had ever done that before; nobody had dared to.
He felt something that day, which he hadn't felt before. But he chalked it up to nerves and stress, what with his mother, the only family he'd ever fucking had being in the hospital and all.
But what excuse did he have for the days after that?
The day of the marriage. A day he swore would never come, but inevitably did. The moment he laid eyes on you, in your simple yet elegant wedding dress, with a hint of makeup and the most beautiful tulle veil he'd ever seen...fuck if it didn't stir his heart. He had to make a conscious effort to tear his eyes away from you. This marriage was never going to work. He would make sure of it. His resolution nearly broke after you first kiss as man and wife. Your soft lips against his; he felt like his knees would buckle under the intensity of emotions. He pulled back in an instant, afraid of what he might uncover.
He convinced himself that he wouldn't let anything happen, which translated into him unleashing his anger. But what was surprising was how you took it all with a smile, not faltering. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was douchey of him; and yet he did it. Why? He didn't know. Maybe it was the fact that you were always happy, a ray of sunshine even when the universe was shitty to you. But he knew, in his heart of hearts, it was because he was jealous of you. Jealous of your relationship with his mom. How much you loved her, and she loved you and how well the both of you were together. He couldn't say for sure, but he knew that somewhere, maybe Winifred liked you better. But he could see you tiring. Of life, of this relationship, of everything.
Which is why that night came as a surprise to him. You helped him, nursed him without any complaint. It flabbergasted him. All the while he thought he could break you and here you were, standing up and helping him, no less. He couldn't fight it, anymore. He couldn't fight you.
He'd met a lot of tough men in his career, who he thought could never be defeated. But with a look at you, he deduced that they would bow down in front of you.
It didn't help that Rumlow and his goons were after you. The one thing in his life he now looked forward to. He shuddered, remembering the recording his contact had sent him.
"What's with his new bitch? Does he love her?"
"From what we know, she seems to be quite the little housewife. Has a job at the bakery, volunteers at a hospital, and takes care of that shit-stain she calls her husband."
"Quite the pretty little thing. Must be wild in the sack."
They all laughed at that.
"Don't worry, you'll all get your turn with her. We'll turn her into a slut, and make that fucker watch."
Bucky could've killed them with his bare hands at that moment. He didn't know what to name his relationship with you, but whatever it was, it made him livid to think of them laying even an eye on you, let alone a finger.
He would have to get you someplace safe. Someplace away from all his mess. Because if something happened to you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Ever.
You nearly stumbled as you saw him outside the bakery. Had he come to pick you up as well? He was sitting there, leaning on his motorbike, playing with his lighter. Your stomach did a flip, for no apparent reason. Why were you suddenly so conscious? Taking a deep breath, you walked towards him, a slight tremble in each step.
"Ready to go home?"
Wordlessly, he handed you the helmet, which you wore without any questions. What could you say? Hey Bucky, why are you not being an asshole to me?
You sat behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder tentatively. He took your right hand and wound it around his torso, his grip tight.
"Hold on. I don't want you to fall off and break your neck."
He felt warm. Too warm, in fact. Scalding hot. Your core tightened when he revved the motors; he really knew his way around the steel horse. The engine purred to life and you were swept away, the wind against your body, threatening you to feel something: something you were not willing to visit.
You reached home way too quickly for your liking. Getting off, you handed him back his helmet, turning towards the door when you felt his hand grasp your wrist. You turned around, only to see his contrite expression.
"Will you have coffee with me?"
You blinked. No words came out of your mouth; honestly, it was a wonder he hadn't taken you to the ER, you hadn't said a word since he picked you up. Realising that the silence was borderline awkward, you cleared your throat and squeaked an "okay." before scurrying inside.
You dropped your purse on your bed, head in your hands. You were confused as hell. Here you were, worried that Bucky would lash out and be angry at what happened yesterday, but he was actually being nice. He had breakfast with you, dropped and picked you up. Like a real husband in love with his wife. Oh, and he'd called you Mrs. Barnes. MRS. BARNES. He acknowledged his marital status for the first time, without grimacing or cringing.
Did he suffer from a concussion? He was pretty banged up from the fight. Yes, that had to be it. You walked shakily to the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water.
Time to face the predator.
He had set the table; beatifully, that too. There was a french press with steaming coffee, on a plate were biscotti, plated neatly. And two slices of your famous strawberry shortcake.
And him? He looked significantly better than the day before. His wound was healing, and he'd cleaned up his beard a little. He looked...presentable. And kinder, more softer.
"Take a seat." His soft voice broke you out of your reverie.
You nodded, moving to sit opposite him. He took a seat, pouring the coffee in two beautiful teacups. Idly, you recognised them as Winifred's wedding china. She had told you so much about her wedding day, and Bucky's late father. It almost felt like you knew him. From what she described, Bucky was a lot like him, in many ways. Which is why she was always worried about Bucky, and the path he went on and continued to be on; the self destruction scaring her.
"Don't you like coffee?" He asked, warily.
"Oh..it's...really nice...thank you.." you trailed off, awkwardly.
A few moments passed, the sipping of coffee being the only noise breaking the silence. You threw a glance or two at him, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed impassive, trying his best not to make eye contact with you. Jesus. Could it get any more awkward?
"So..umm..how was your day?" He asked, his words a little jumbled.
"It...was good...thanks..." You mumbled. Perhaps he felt bad about yesterday. Perhaps he thought it was a mistake and was going to tell you that it wouldn't happen again. Your heart sank. That was probably it.
You finished your coffee in silence, exchanging small talk. You asked him about his day, to which he gave no more than a two word answer. It seemed as though he was uncomfortable with the mere concept of sharing his thoughts.
But it was bugging you. Why was he being nice? Why was he insisting on being a caring husband? Why did he call you by your marital name? These questions were threatening to drown you.
"Is everything ok?" You asked timidly, anticipating him to yell at you.
His brow furrowed as he turned to face you. "Yes. Why do you ask?"
Now how would you answer that? I dunno, you seem weirder than normal?
"Oh, nothing..I just..."
He narrowed his eyes, cocking his head just a bit.
"Is this question because of what happened yesterday?"
"U-Uhm, I mean, I don't...I'm not..."
He made his way towards you, a predator stalking his prey. You tried moving behind but your feet were firmly planted to the ground, for some reason. You grasped the counter behind you for support, your legs suddenly unable to receive any commands from your brain.
Caging you in his arms, he closed the distance between the both of you, leaning towards your ear.
"What happened yesterday, should've happened way before. And now that it has, I want more." He whispered, his hot breath caressing you, his voice silky around you, encompassing you like a blanket.
You had never noticed how raspy his voice was until now. Your systems overriden, you could only focus on his proximity; his body pressing deliciously against yours, how close he was and yet, there was distance of sorts. It was maddening, yet tantalizing. You remembered yesterday, how he'd felt under your fingers, how he'd driven you mad with just one kiss.
His lips were close to yours, almost too close.
“Why?” you murmured.
That seemed to break him out of his trance. He pulled back, his facial features hardening with each passing moment. You cursed yourself, not wanting to sour his bad mood.
“I..just meant that...after all that has happened-”
“I know, I know. I understood what you meant.” He moved away, taking a few steps back.
“I think I’m just gonna...go work on my bike for a bit... You should...too..” he trailed off, walking out of the house, his strides fast and heavy.
You jumped at the sound of the door closing, not realising how out of it you were. You just had to open your big mouth, didn’t you? Back to square one, it would seem.
Needless to say, dinner that night was a pretty silent affair.
You both settled in some sort of a twisted routine. There would be very less words spoken, both of you speaking only when necessary. But there were moments. Moments that made your heart jump. Like when he insisted on dropping and picking you up. When he made you both coffee in the evenings, but only with the strawberry shortcake you made. When he called you Mrs. Barnes. You could feel yourself heat up everytime he called you that. You had not forgotten the evening he’d almost kissed you, but then again, what was there to say? He wasn’t going to tell you, and you were afraid that he would go back to his angry, moody self and close himself off from you.
This particular evening, he seemed to be in a chatty mood. Which wasn’t much, considering it was Bucky; but still, it was something. It was a rainy evening, the skies pouring down and overcast, the piping hot coffee a necessity to enjoy the weather.
You both sat at the dining table, watching it pelt down on the window. It had a calming effect, and strangely, so did Bucky’s presence.
“What did you talk about with my mother?” he asked, out of the blue.
“What did you talk about? She seemed to be very close to you, and I’m sure she liked you better than she did me. Especially towards the end.” His eyes met yours as he said the last words, the sadness palpable.
“That’s not true-”
“It is. I know I haven’t been the best son but I do love her and I miss her. A lot. Please just..just tell me.” his sob caught in his throat as he ended his sentence, averting your gaze. It broke your heart to see him like this.
“Well, she and I talked about a lot of things. Things I wish I could talk to my mom about. She made me feel like I still had someone in this world, some type of family, in a way. She talked about you quite a lot. Said that she wished she was around you more, when you were growing up. She loved you dearly, even as she was on her deathbed. The only reason she asked me if I would marry you was so that you had somebody look out for you, like a family....” you trailed off, uncertain of what you were implying. You weren’t really his family, were you? You were just..there. Existing in his sphere of reference.
He looked over at you, a sheen of tears visible on his eyes, as he struggled to control his emotions. You could tell that he'd repressed any thoughts of his late mother for the longest time. The fact that he was willing to talk about it, made you feel a little warm inside. He was opening up.
"For what, being a better child to my mother than I ever could be?"
"That's not true. She loved you. A lot. A mother's love never dwindles for her children. She always wanted the best for you. And me." You added after a beat, her memories flooding your mind, your eyes misty. She would've been sad to see how your relationship with Bucky had started. Even now, it was very fragile. One wrong move from you, and it would crumble. You couldn't bear that. His ire was unbearable.
He stared out of the window, his tears running amok. He only stopped to wipe his tears. You wished you could reach over and give him a hug, or at the very least, a comforting pat or two. Reaching over, you placed your hand on his shoulder, hesitant in your actions. He turned his head towards you slowly, his face unable to hide his surprise. Looking at your hand, he inched forward, ever so slightly, the distance between the two of you diminishing as he shifted closer to you.
You weren't sure what was happening. Hell, you'd been sure he would have yelled at you for trying to get close. But you saw him; vulnerable, scared, sad. And it tore your heart. Tentatively moving closer, you wound your arms around his waist, wrapping your arms around him. Softly at first.
You could tell that he was shocked. His entire body went stiff, slight tremors racking his form. Finally, after a few moments had passed, he leaned into the hug more, wrapping his arms around you gently. He rested his chin on your shoulder, letting out a huge breath.
You closed your eyes, arms tightening around him. You wanted to show solidarity, to show him that he wasn't alone, no matter how badly he behaved. You couldn't understand why, but you wanted him to know that you were there for him, through it all.
Bucky was speechless; but a good kind of speechless. He hadn't expected you to do that. Hell, he hadn't expected to like the hug as much as he was. It felt right, like it was meant to be. He could feel his worry dissipate, his sorrow withering away, bit by bit. All he felt was a sense of calm; of peace. You were his anchor.
Pulling away, he looked into your eyes, boring deeply into yours. His intensity almost made you look away, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You looked into his blue eyes, a maelstrom of emotions swirling in them, getting darker by the second.
He leaned forward, his lips softly grazing yours. He was silently waiting for your permission. You leaned forward, your lips firm against his. You wanted to feel him. You needed this.
Your lips melded together; soft at the first instance, but insistent and intrepid the next. His tongue met yours as you granted him entry, as tongues met one another.
The very feeling of him against you made you feel like you were on Cloud 9. You didn't know how or when this happened. All you knew was that it was a force of nature, not to be taken lightly. His arms around you, his fingers delicately tracing patterns along your back, your neck, was the only thing keeping you grounded; in the moment.
You placed your palm on his cheek, his stubble lightly tickling you, and yet, the warmth inviting. He moaned into the kiss, leaning into the small act of affection, deepening the kiss even more. Time seemed to stand still, and the two of you in your own space.
You broke apart, only when the need for air surpassed your need for each other. Panting, you caught your breath, lost in each others gaze, drowning in what seemed to be a varied mix of emotions. Not dropping eye contact, Bucky held your hand, pulling you up with him. Lightly tugging, he led you to his room in step with one another.
Standing in his room, the jitters came back. Your mind was on autopilot uptil now, but your brain started thinking again; actually, overthinking. You weren't sure of what would ensue, but whatever did happen, you hoped it would be good for him, and you.
Closing the drapes, he made his way to you, holding your chin between his fingers. He kissed you languidly, his arms tightening around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt him through his jeans, hard and ready against your hip.
You gasped, eyes as wide as saucers. This was getting too real, too fast. Bucky saw your expression and pulled back, concern etched on his face.
"What's the matter? Is everything ok?"
You tried to calm your wild heart, running a palm over your face as you tried to gather your thoughts.
"I...I have to be honest with you. I haven't...been... with anyone else before...and I don't have much experience..with men. I just don't..." you tapered off, sighing in exasperation.
He looked at you, and after a beat, smiled. Gathering you in his arms, he rested his head on yours, leaving a small kiss on your head.
"We don't have to do anything right now. We can take it at the pace you want. I'm not going to pressure you for anything. And about you being inexperienced? That simply doesn't matter to me. Whatever happens or will happen between us, it'll be at your pace."
Looking at you, a wicked smile adorned his face. "But trust me, sugar, it will happen. Soon."
You bashfully looked down, unable to meet his gaze. He left a small peck on your lips, followed by a few featherlight kisses all over your face. You sighed, wrapping your arms around him; still in awe of the events of this evening. Was this still the Bucky you married? Because if so, you hoped he stayed like this for a long time.
"Stay with me tonight. Here, in our bedroom, as a married couple ought to stay."
You simply nodded. There was no where else you'd want to be.
You stared at his bed, the nerves slowly making themselves known again.
"Which side of the bed do you normally sleep on?"
Your question seemed to catch him off-guard, a chuckle escaping his lips as he registered your question.
"You can pick whichever side you want. I'm not fussy."
You decide to sleep on the left. You were scared of sleeping next to the window, and yes, scared of ghosts or any other extraterrestrial entity. Changing into your dressing gown, you finished doing your nightly routine, making your way to bed.
Exiting the bathroom, you saw Bucky sitting on the bed, staring at you, reverence in his eyes. You wondered what had happened suddenly.
You slowly made your way to your side, pulling up the covers. He had something on his mind, and you weren't sure what it was.
"Do you trust me?"
"...Yes.." you murmured, wired in anticipation. Where was he going with this?
"Good. You know that I won't hurt you, right?"
"Is it ok if I try something? If you don't like it we can stop immediately. But I just want to try something. Is that ok?"
You nodded, shyly. You had a small inkling of where this was headed. Best get it out of the way before your brain starts overthinking and ruining things again, you scoffed to yourself.
Lowering himself over you, he placed his lips on yours, languorously. You melted into the kiss, winding your arms around his neck. You had a feeling you would never tire of these.
Moving down, he left soft kisses along the column of your neck, his tongue laving your pulse point. Your breathing faltered, as you moved your head to the side, giving him easier access. Pulling the straps of your nightgown down, he gazed at your breasts, not peeling his eyes away. Not being used to anyone seeing you like this, you moved to cover them but were stopped by his hands.
"Don't. You have a beautiful body, sweetheart. Please let me see you. Please." His words of plea tugged at you, as you dropped your arms to the side, unsure of what his next moves were going to be. He dropped his head to one swollen peak, swirling his tongue around it as he gently took one between his teeth and tugged. You groaned out loud, your hands making their way into his hair.
Looking up at you, he grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. "I take it you liked that."
You nodded, shyly as he turned his attention to the other nub, giving it the same treatment. You gulped, the sensations going straight to your core; everything down south tightening with each wicked lick of his mouth. Whatever he was doing, you didn't want him to stop.
He slowly peeled off your nightgown, throwing it to the side. Dressed in only your panties, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Bucky seemed to catch onto that, as he pulled off his tee shirt as well, displaying his well defined torso, albeit with a few cuts and bruises here and there. You ran your fingers over his scars, the divots on his chest and torso. He really was a beautiful man.
Lowering you to the bed again, he left soft kisses along the soft swell of your stomach, your breasts, your neck. He moved down further, reaching your core. This, you weren't as sure about. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if you didn't taste good? Your friends had always talked about their.. experiences with men and the number one deal-breaker was always taste. Which you didn't really understand.
"Sweetheart, relax. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. Tell me to stop and I will. I promise."
"N..no. I'm okay. Please, don't stop."
"Are you sure?"
"Y..yes. It's just, i'm a little conscious, that's..all.." you murmured.
Your eyes plastered to the ceiling, you couldn't really see Bucky. You wondered what had happened, when you felt him slowly lower your panties down your legs, his hot breath caressing your most intimate part.
Slowly parting your legs, he left soft kisses on your inner thighs, till he reached the apex. You held your breath as you felt his lips on you, slowly leaving kisses along the length of you. You were wetter than you had ever been; you were sure of it.
He didn't give you time to dwell as he left a long stripe along the length of your lips, causing your legs to lurch around him. He chuckled, holding down your thighs, stopping you from closing your legs.
"Hang on, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you feel good, I promise."
And with that, he began his amorous assault, his lips insistent against your lower ones. He parted your folds, leaving kitten licks along them. He reached your swollen nub, hidden from his eyes, as the tip of his tongue grazed it lightly. You gasped, unable to contain your arousal. He grinned, before going to town as he sucked on the engorged flesh, for all he was worth. You wailed, flailing about as your hands tangled into his hair for support, tugging on it ever so slightly.
He moaned, his tongue slipping into your channel. "Do that again, sweetheart." He panted, his voice thick with emotion.
You tentatively tugged on his hair again, this time with a bit more force. He groaned, resuming his ministrations. You were lost, your body a mere afterthought at this point, your attention concentrated at one point. He gently ran his finger across your folds, aiding his tongue which he laid flat along it. You tried closing your legs, to stop this flurry of emotions he was invoking.
"Bucky...please...please..." You gasped, moaning as you felt yourself nearing your peak. You wrenched your eyes shut, trying to absorb all the pleasure.
"Don't worry sweetheart...gonna take good care of you...just..let..go." he muttered through gritted teeth, doubling his efforts.
You screamed, your core contracting around nothing as you reached your peak, rather explosively. Bucky didn't stop his actions through your climax, his tongue moving across your folds, licking up all you had to offer.
You panted, trying to gain your bearings again. That was...something beyond your imagination. Never had you thought that such pleasure could be felt, ever. Idly, you wondered if it was the same for Bucky as well.
Looking up, you saw him looking at your dazed expression, a smile on his face. He bent down and kissed you, your taste still on his tongue. It wasn't half bad, you thought.
"Was that good?"
"It was..amazing. Thank you." You murmured, shyly.
"Aren't we...I mean, don't you...have to.."
He laughed a little at that, laying on his side next to you.
"As much as I appreciate the thought, and as much as I want to, we should stop for now. I don't want to overwhelm you. Besides, we have a lifetime with each other to do..other things." He smirked, intent clear in his eyes.
You smiled, running your palm over his cheek. Making his way under the sheets, he pulled you to him, spooning you, his hand circling your waist.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Barnes."
"Goodnight." You whispered, drifting off in his arms. For the first time in so long, you had a dreamless sleep.
Waking up in the morning, you felt warmth emanating from beside you. You couldn't place it at first, but as you slowly woke up, you realised it was Bucky. His arm was draped around you, enveloping you in a bear hug.
You slowly moved out of his embrace, careful not to wake him, as you gathered your clothes and headed to the bathroom, to freshen up.
The shower felt heavenly, warm water calming your nerves and soothing you. It gave you time to think, to reflect on all that had happened. Bucky went down on you, and you liked it. He didn't care about his pleasure, instead focused on yours. It made you feel all fuzzy inside.
This was all so new, and yet, it felt right. Like it was meant to happen, sooner or later. You heard some noise from outside, which meant that he was awake. You wrapped up your shower, butterflies in your stomach as you mentally prepared yourself to face him.
He wasn't on the bed, as you'd thought he'd be. Shrugging, you went to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. You didn't want to be late for work, and you didn't know if he'd be willing to drop you again.
You were lost in your own world, engrossed as you were beating the eggs for his omelette. You didn't hear him till he placed a hand on your shoulder, breaking you out of your thoughts.
"Sweetheart, we have to go."
"Go...? Go where? Is everything okay?"
"I'll explain everything. But for now we have to leave. Is that ok?"
You hesitated. What was he hiding?
"I promise, I'll tell you everything, whatever you want to know. But we have to move, quickly. Steve and Sam are bringing their truck. Pack a few things and your important documents and such. We'll leave soon."
You nodded, hurrying to your room, your mind whirring. What had happened? Why was he so shaken up?
Whatever it was, you hoped he didn't get hurt in the midst of it. Hauling your bags through the house, you saw him ready in his biking gear.
"You're not coming in the car?"
"No. Our stuff will take up some space, and I need to check up on a few things. I'll be right behind you I swear."
You were about to oppose him and tell him that you would come with, but he held up his hand, stopping you.
"I swear, I'll be with you the whole time. I just...need to sort out some stuff, that's all. Till then, Steve and Sam will keep you safe. Do as they say, and stay with them at all times, till I come back."
He pulled you close, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "We'll be together soon enough, love. Don't fret."
You wished you wouldn't, but you did. Because if something happened to him, you weren't sure what you might do.
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hello!! I would love your take on bucky with his pregnant wife/gf being an stressed out mess because she is also stressing out and it's just a big stressing situation idk. I love me some domestic/father-to-be buck. it could be angst, fluff, humour, whatever really!
Summary: Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.
Pairings: bucky barnes x pregnant!reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff and pregnancy
Word Count: 1.2k
“I can get it,” you explained to Bucky, already feeling frustration rising in your chest.
“I know. Now sit down so I can do it for you instead.”
You shot your husband a tired gaze, sighing before turning around to face him. Bucky had always been the protective type to say the least, but with baby Barnes on the way, he was damn near obsessive.
“Am I in trouble?”
“I can get the damn cup.”
Ever since you hit the seven month mark, he had been doing this, wanting to do everything for you. At first, it was sweet, but soon you felt like you were going stir crazy. You want the remote? I can get it. I know it’s closer to you, I just want to help. Do you need some water? That’s all the way downstairs, I’ll get it instead. What do you mean you don’t need help to the bathroom? What if you fall? I am not being overbearing, I’m being careful.
He threw his hands back up in a defensive stance. “I just think I can help-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you were already on your tiptoes, reaching for a cup on the top shelf. Just as your fingertips began to grasp at the plastic, from behind your husband lifted you off your feet, picking you up before setting you down away from the cabinet.
You pouted as Bucky got the cup you had just been reaching for. With a bright smile, he handed you the small plastic dish before saying, “See? Wasn’t that easier?”
“I’m not thirsty anymore,” you grumbled before walking towards the nursery.
The smile quickly fell from his face as he trailed behind like a lost puppy, wondering where you were going.
“Doll, is something wrong?” He asked as he walked up the stairs behind you, hand on the small of your back to help guide you.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m just tired.”
“I can get you-”
“No!” you interjected. You reached the door to the nursery and shook your head profusely. His help was nice, but it could be overwhelming at times. You knew it came from a good place and this was the only way he knew how to help, but you could feel your patience slipping by the minute. Today your temper was extra short.
His bright blue eyes widened, taken back by your sudden volume. He carried the expression of a scolded child before he slowly nodded his head and whispered a small sorry. As his puppy dog eyes beamed into yours sadly, you felt yourself cracking.
Rubbing your temples, you swallowed as you apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m just- there’s a lot happening right now. You’re just trying to help. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he assured, seeing the tears brim at your eyes. Stupid hormones.
“Stop saying that,” you broke down, crying into your hands. “You’ve been trying to help this whole time and I’ve just been cranky and a mess and I’m agitated all the time and I don’t even know why.” The words came out of your mouth like a spilled glass of red wine. You’d managed to not be an emotional pregnant woman thus far, but something about today was just extra trying.
“Hey, hey,” Bucky comforted before wrapping his arms around you, allowing you to bury your face deep within the crook of his neck. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re going through a lot and you’re handling it so well.”
He pulled back to get a full view of your face, using his thumb to wipe at the tears as they ran down. As you sniffled, he knelt down on his knees to see the bump protruding from your shirt. “When you get here, you have to remind mama how great she’s doing. She loves you so much and she’s going through a lot so you can be happy and safe.”
Bucky looked up at you with a warm smile as he continued. “She’s the most wonderful woman dad’s ever met. You’re going to be just alright, kid.”
“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled, tears subsiding as a smile broke on your face.
He shook his head before pressing a light kiss on your bump and then standing to press a light kiss on your forehead. “I mean it, doll. Now, what do you want for dinner? If it’s okay, I’d like to cook.”
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
“Well, what did you have for breakfast and lunch?”
You gave it a moment's thought as you glanced at the nursery. You had been folding and putting away clothes in it all day, occasionally stopping to just admire the soft green color of the room. What did I eat today? It was so easy to lose track of time there, day dreaming about baby Barnes. Imagining Bucky holding them close to his chest as he hummed a soft tune.
“So, it’s a crazy story actually.”
“Y/N?” he asked, his tone more serious and expression more stoic.
“Am I in trouble?”
“Did you not eat today?”
“I forgot,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. Pregnancy brain was real. It didn’t just mean sometimes you’d misplace your keys in the fridge or forget your phone was in your hands. It also occasionally meant letting other more important things slip from your mind. Whoops.
His bright eyes immediately blew up with worry as he panicked, “You haven’t eaten all day?” He looked like he was about to pass out, scanning you up and down as if you were about to faint.
“Look on the brightside, at least it means I’m not an emotional pregnant lady. I’m just hungry,” you joked.
Bucky did not laugh. He did not find the situation funny at all.
“We’re getting food in you. Now,” he commanded softly, taking your hand to help guide you back down stairs.
“Bucky, I’m okay, you don’t have to fret so much.”
“I can’t believe my wife and child didn’t eat today and I didn’t notice,” he scolded himself.
You couldn’t help but giggle at your husband. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the crazy pregnant one.”
Leading you to the counter, he placed a cup of water in front of you before rummaging through the fridge frantically.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack, you know that?”
“Easy there, old man, you don’t want to run up your blood pressure,” you teased, sipping at your water.
“You, Missy, are in trouble. I’m fretful because it works,” he announced, placing ingredients for a sandwich on the counter before tossing you an apple. “Eat that while I finish. Where was I? Yes, I was talking about how my tendency to worry is the backbone of this household-”
“Do you need anything?” His head snapped up from the poorly constructed sandwich he was making.
“I love you. Don’t change,” you praised, leaning over the counter, to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead.
“I love you too. Please remember to eat,” he answered, returning your kiss with one of his own.
As you watched your husband hurriedly throw together a sandwich for you and your kid, you knew everything was going to be just alright.
A/N: Thank you for the suggestion anon! All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I thought I’d give y’all some fluff before I start writing another angsty^™ piece again, as I’m still getting comments about When It All Falls Apart.
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summary: When a mission with Sam goes wrong, and you're left bruised and battered, Bucky is there to piece you back together.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: ~4.3k
warnings: blood and injuries, recovery themes, medical procedures, sam wilson being the best, angst, fluff, happy ending
Bucky stood impatiently in the hangar of the compound, his arms hanging down by his sides, his fingers twitching anxiously. Steve and Natasha stood on either side of him, tracking the motion of the quinjet. Sam had sent an unstable transmission through his ear piece, and Steve was barely able to understand it. The mission you and Sam had been sent had been completed, gaining intel about an illegal weapons deal from a missionary group over the border of Canada.
The transmission that was sent was full of static, and Steve couldn’t understand what Sam was saying. The only thing he could read out was the pure panic in his voice, which had worried Bucky to no end. Millions of thoughts swirled in his head, unable to focus on anything. The three had been watching a movie when the transmissions came in, and as soon as he heard the franticness of Sam’s voice, he was unable to focus on anything else.
“How’re they looking?” Natasha asked, peering over Steve’s shoulder to look at the tablet in his hands. She looked down at the screen, watching the ragged movements of the aircraft.
“They’re approaching, but it might be a rough landing for them.” Bucky’s head whipped towards Steve, his eyes wide and frantic. The sound of the quinjet’s engines filled the air, and Bucky looked up, seeing one of the aircraft’s engines damaged, almost completely blown out. Parts of the quinjet fell onto the landing pad with a loud clunk echoing throughout the hangar, pieces rolling around.
The jet shook side to side as it hovered over the landing pad, and just as it was about to touch the ground, it suddenly jerked off to the side. Steve placed the tablet on a nearby table, watching as the quinjet crashed off to the side. A small explosion erupted at the damaged engine, gasoline dripping onto the white floor. Steve shouted for medical and fire, and Bucky raced forward, Natasha following him. The ramp extended out, and smoke filtered out.
Faint staggering steps were heard as a team of SHIELD agents ran up with fire extinguishers, and Dr. Cho ran up with a gurney, her lab coat flowing as she ran. Then, out of the smoke, Sam staggered out of the damaged quinjet, his face and arms all bloodied and bruised. In his arms laid you, head lolling against his shoulder, suit tainted with blood, face painted with bruises. You were barely conscious, blood pooling out of the cuts on your face and your nose. He wore a solemn look on his face and his eyes met Bucky’s.
Sam stepped forward, placing your limp body on the gurney, your head lolling aimlessly against the soft pillow. Dr. Cho shouted, grabbed the edge of the stretcher, pushing it down the hallway, with the help of her assistants. Sam winced, groaning loudly as he put pressure on his ankle. Steve quickly went to his side, and Bucky seemed to be frozen in place as he watched Dr. Cho raced you to the medical bay.
“What happened? We got the information about the weapons, what happened to Y/n?” Natasha asked, worry etching into her features, and she casted a side glance to Bucky, who kept his gaze on the bay doors.
“I-I don’t know. We were in the control room of the warehouse, there was no one in sight. Y/n downloaded all the files and sent them to Stark, and once we were on our way out, they just came out of nowhere. Ten or fifteen of them, armed with knives and clubs, I tried to usher them away, but they got the hold on her… she tried to take them on, but there were more of them than us.” Sam said, his eyes dropping to the floor. Natasha ushered a medic to their position, and a woman in a lab coat came with a medical kit, tending to Sam’s injuries.
“I was able to launch Redwing out and take out at least seven of them, she was fighting with everything she had. Once I was able to daze them, I grabbed her and ran to the jet and tried flying out of there, but they shot a missile at us. It didn’t do a great deal of damage, but it made the flight rough. I didn’t realize how many injuries she sustained. I-I couldn't… I couldn’t be by her side, and now she’s-”his gaze focused onto the scattered parts of the quinjet that laid on the floor, his hands shaking.
“Hey, this is Y/n we’re talking about. The same woman who smiled when her nose got broken on that mission in Bonn, remember? She’ll come out of this with a smile on her face, you know that.” Natasha said, and Bucky swallowed thickly. “Dr. Cho is with her, you know, the best we have. You did everything you could.” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Steve sighed, crossing his arms as he looked over to his best friend, and he walked over to him. He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s not his fault,” Steve said in a low voice. Bucky nodded, swallowing and fidgeting with his hands.
“No, I know, I know. I don’t blame him. It’s just… she looked so lifeless when he carried her. And I don’t know-”
“Stop.” Steve said, shooting him a pointed glare. “She will be fine, you know that. She’s survived much worse.” Bucky frantically nodded his head, repeating it in his head like a mantra.
She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine. She will be fine.
Sam winced as the medic pressed an antiseptic wipe against a cut of his face, clenching and unclenching his fist. He caught Steve in the corner of his eye, patting Bucky on the shoulder before the soldier walked down the hall, to the medical bay. Sam took a deep breath in as Steve walked over to him and Natasha.
“He’s pissed at me, isn’t he?” Sam breathed out, looking over at Steve.
“No,” Sam looked skeptical at him. “You know him. He’s overthinking.” The medic rubbed ointment on blisters, cleaned and bandaged open cuts, wrapped his bruised and swollen wrist in a wrap, and spread ointment over purple bruises.
“Take it easy for a few days. No strenuous work or training until the swelling goes down in your wrist.” she said, packing up her medical supplies. “Helen will hopefully be out in a few hours on an update on Agent Y/l/n.” she said with a soft smile, before leaving the hangar. Sam nodded, wincing as he flexed his fingers. Natasha and Steve stood by each other as he stood up, taking one last look at the destroyed quinjet.
The lobby of the medical bay was eerily quiet, save from heavy breathing of Bucky. Sam trudged in, his eyes sagging with exhaustion. Steve and Natasha followed, taking a seat cross from Bucky while Sam sat next to him.
“Thank you for protecting her.” Bucky said, looking over at Sam. The man nodded, gently patting his shoulder. “I… I don’t blame you, by the way.”
Sam smiled, nudging him playfully. “I know, man. You know, she was my friend before she met you, I wasn’t going to leave her. We don’t leave our own behind. Especially not someone like her.”
Bucky smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat better that Sam had been looking out for you.
“How long has it been? Steve asked, breaking the silence that lasted only a few moments.
Bucky glanced at the clock on the wall, biting his lip nervously. “About two hours.” he said, voice thick with emotion. Steve nodded, and Natasha sighed, leaning her head against Steve’s shoulder.
Waiting seemed like an eternity, the only sounds being the ticking from the clock and Bucky’s constant sighing. Bucky anxiously scratched at his fingers, drawing red, irritated lines along the sides of his fingers. Steve had placed his cheek on the top of Natasha’s head, taking her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
After what felt like hours, Dr. Cho stepped out of the room, her hair that was one in a neat ponytail, now messy with strands poking out. Bucky sat up straight, nudging Sam, who had dozed off.
“How is she?” Sam asked, and Steve and Natasha perked up, the lines of Steve’s jacket embedded on her cheek. She sat up, running her hands through her messy hair, looking over at Dr. Cho.
“She sustained quite a few serious injuries, she had a stab wound in her shoulder which has been stitched and cleaned up, a severe concussion, three cracked ribs, a fractured wrist and a strain in her ankle, but that should be healed in a few days. She has quite a few injuries that I would like to monitor over the next few days, like her wrist and ribs, and the concussion.” Dr. Cho said, sighing as she read over the medical chart in her hand.
“There is a possibility of amnesia with the concussion, but when she was brought in, she was conscious, and knew of her surroundings. But it’s still a possibility. After the cast comes off on her wrist, I would recommend physical therapy. Other than that, I would say she’ll be okay.” Dr. Cho finished, and Bucky felt somewhat relieved.
“How long do you think she’ll be in the medical bay for?” Natasha asked.
“I would like to keep her here for the next few days, monitoring her head and ribs, but if everything looks good, she should be good to be in her own room. Although I am putting her on bed rest for the next two weeks, and after that I would highly recommend that she stays away from training and doing missions.” she said, looking over to Bucky. “You can see her if you’d like. We just put her under sedation, so she’ll be asleep for the rest of the night.” she said softly, and nodded at them before retreating down the hall.
Bucky stood up and made his way into the room, holding his breath when he laid eyes on you. You seemed fragile, laying in a light gown with a thin blanket splayed over your bruised form. Bruises and cuts littered your face and arms, and he could see the braced wrap that covered your left arm, and the white bandage that covered your shoulder.
Bucky sat down in the chair next to your bed, and gathered your uninjured hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. He held on tightly to your hand while you slept, leaning his body over the edge of the bed. He laid his forehead on your arm, and he closed his eyes.
He didn’t remember drifting off into a dreamless sleep, but the feeling on fingers shakily combing through his hair roused him from his sleep. Bucky lifted his head up groggily, meeting your tired eyes. “Hi, sleepyhead.”
“Hi,” he said, before frowning. He blinked his eyes rapidly, clearing the sleepiness from his eyes. You gave him a tired smile, and he shot up faster than you’d ever seen, hovering over you, unsure of what to do. “You’re awake! Oh, god you’re awake… do you need anything? Does anything hurt? Do I need to get Dr. Cho? Oh, I should tell Sam-”
“N-no, I’m fine.” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Just calm down a bit, okay?” you giggled, grabbing his hand with your uninjured hand. You tugged, and Bucky sat down, bringing the chair as close as he could to your bedside.
“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked, and you turned your head to look at him.
“A little sore, but okay. My head hurts a little.” Bucky nodded, holding your hand in his, squeezing lightly. The door squeaked open, and Bucky turned around to see Sam poke his head in, a small stuffed falcon in his hand.
“Looks like you have a visitor.” Bucky whispered, and Sam stepped into the room, slowly making his way over to the other side of your bed. You smiled up at him as he took a seat next to your bed.
“Hi, Sammy.” you said, and Sam smiled, carefully taking your injured hand in his. You saw his eyes fill with tears, and he struggled to say something. You heard Bucky get up and walk to the doorway, giving the two of you privacy.
“Hey, missy.” he said in a tight voice. He cleared his throat, bringing the plush animal up off his lap, onto the bed. You smiled at him, gently encasing his hand with yours. “I’m so sorry-”
“Sammy, stop.” you said, urging him to look up at you. “It’s not your fault, okay? I don’t blame you, so please don’t put this on yourself. You were the one that grabbed me so we could escape. You triaged me the best you could, and survived because of you.” he looked at you, and you squeezed his hand gently. “It’s not your fault, okay?”
Sam nodded, leaning forward, gingerly hugging your frail body. You hugged him back, pressing your face into his shoulder. He held the back of your head and kissed your temple before pulling back. He wiped his face and held the stuffed falcon in his hands.
“For me?” you asked with a smile, and Sam laughed lightly, nodding his head. He handed you the stuffed toy, and you held it gingerly in your hand, fingers dancing over the brown wings and black beaded eyes.
“I’m happy that you’re okay, missy. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” Sam said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
You hugged the stuffed toy close to your chest, and you urged Sam to come closer. With all the strength you had, you leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. You smiled at him and looked at your falcon again, toying with the fluffy feathers.
“I’m glad you’re okay too, Sammy. But if I catch you blaming yourself, I will be very upset with you, you hear me? Very upset.” you said, looking at him with the best stern face you could muster. But a tired smile broke through your faux stern expression.
“Yes, ma’am.” Sam saluted you. He could see exhaustion evident in your eyes, and he leaned forward, tucking the blanket around you. “Get some rest.” he whispered, and you nodded, relaxing into the pillows as sleep overtook you.
As Dr. Cho promised, you were released from the medical bay within the next few days, with two bottles of pain medication and plenty of wraps and braces to change. She had offered to place your braced wrist in a sling, noticing how you held it close to your chest, and you obliged. Bucky walked next to you, one hand on your elbow, the other on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the residential wing of the compound.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, noticing how you were biting your lip. You nodded, stretching out your sore ankle. You took a deep breath in, leaning into his side to take the sudden pressure off your ankle. “You know, I could always just carry you.” You chuckled, leaning your cheek onto his shoulder.
“I know, but my legs are so stiff from laying down all week. It’s just a little sore.” you said, continuing your trek from the medbay to your shared room. You knew doing the little things in your daily routine were going to be a little rough at first, but you could get through it. After all, there were worse injuries you had come out of.
Bucky opened the door and held it open, and you walked through, making a line for the comfy bed you craved, rather than the lumpy medical bed you had been lying on all week. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you exhaled deeply, closing your eyes.
Bucky closed the curtains, seeing as it was almost completely dark outside, and he quickly moved around the room, turning the lights on. He gently closed the door, kicking off his shoes before making his way back to you, kneeling down to your eye level. You opened your eyes, softly smiling at you, and Bucky leaned forward, kissing your forehead.
“Why don’t I get you into a bath and some fresh clothes, and then settle down for the night, hm? That sound okay?” Bucky asked gently, tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded, allowing him to help you up, guiding you to the bathroom. He sat you on the closed toilet seat and leaned over the edge of the tub, turning on the warm water.
Turning back around to you, Bucky leaned down and carefully removed your clothes, taking the sling off your arm with care, and placing the cover that Dr. Cho had given you hours ago. You frowned, turning your hand around.
“It looks like a clear oven mitt.” you said, and Bucky chuckled, sealing it at your elbow. He turned off the water and grabbed your hand, helping you ease into the tub. You closed your eyes, feeling the warm water soothe your bruised body.
“It’s not too hot, is it?” Bucky asked, and you shook your head.
“It feels nice.” you said. Bucky smiled and sat down on the edge of the tub. He leaned over and grabbed a cup, dipping it into the water. He watched it fill to the brim, and shielded your eyes with his hand, pouring the water down your hair. He poured a quarter-sized amount of shampoo in his palm and rubbed his fingers together, massaging your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut, Bucky’s fingers working magic against your head.
Bucky rinsed out your hair, clearing out the suds of shampoo with water, and he repeated the same motion again, this time with your conditioner. While he let the conditioner sit in your hair, he grabbed the loofa from the wall and gently picked up your arm, tenderly moving the sponge up and down your arm.
You watched him, smiling when you saw the concentration in his furrowed brows. Hegently dipped your arm back into the water, and cupped the backs of your knees, washing them as well. “You treat me too good.” you whispered.
Bucky looked up at you, and he shook his head. “You deserve every bit of this treatment, sweetheart. All the time.” Bucky smiled at you as he rinsed out your hair. He unplugged the tub, and slowly the water drained out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and helped you up, and he wrapped you in the towel, leading you out of the bathroom.
Rummaging through drawers, he pulled out an old t-shirt that he had seen you wear countless times, and a soft pair of shorts, helping you into them. Bucky carefully pulled off the cover of your brace and placed it on the desk, grabbing one of the bottles of pain medication Dr. Cho had prescribed you.
Bucky placed the small white pill in the palm of your hand, and as you threw it back in your mouth, he brought a glass of water to your lips. Squeezing your eyes shut, you swallowed the pill back with water, wincing at the feel of the medicine against your tongue.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Bucky murmured, and you nodded. You felt an ounce of guilt pass through you, and you looked up at him. Bucky caught your eyes as you laid down back against the soft sheets. “You okay, baby?”
You nodded. “You don’t have to do any of this for me,” Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Yes, I do. I love doing this, okay? You’re not burdening me, or taking up any of my time. I would rather wait months and see you get better than not help you, and watch you suffer silently. I love you, honey. And I’m willing to wait however long it takes for you to get better. I’m with you through it all. Okay?” Bucky said, tenderly cradling your face in his hands.
“Okay,” you whispered, and you felt the drowsiness of the pain medication start to kick in. Bucky draped the sheets over your body, and he quickly made his way across to his side, turning off the lights before crawling in the bed with you.
“We’re gonna get through this together, okay? Together.” Bucky whispered as he pulled you into his arms, so that your head was resting on top of his chest. You nodded before closing your eyes, letting yourself fall into a dreamless sleep.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Bucky stayed true to his word, staying by your side through everything.
When you would wake up, tears streaming down your face from the sudden pain in your arm, Bucky would be there, wiping away your tears, pressing a cool ice pack to your fractured wrist. When you had trouble cutting up your dinner, feeling everyone’s concerned eyes on you, Bucky would help you without hesitation. Or when it was time for your physical therapy appointment, he was there next to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder, when you tensed up during your hand stretches.
But most of all, he was there when you felt your walls crumble, feeling useless and helpless. Not being able to do the smallest task because of your hand, Bucky was there to wipe your tears away, to hold and comfort you, to press soft and loving kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
Sam always did his best to cheer you up, and sometimes it worked. Him intimidating one of the characters from the movies you’d watch, activating Redwing and having him follow Bucky around always brought a smile to your face. And most of all, when he noticed you were in an off-mood, and Bucky was out with Steve on a briefing meeting with Tony, he made you his famous beignets, coated with powdered sugar. He showed them to you, and your mood instantly lightened up.
One morning, on a rare occasion, you awoke before Bucky. You looked over at his sleeping form, and pressed a light kiss to his cheek before padding down the hall, and into the kitchen. Pushing yourself on the balls of your feet, you reached and grabbed Bucky’s mug, one that was grey with a quote from his favorite book, The Hobbit. You filled the filter with grounds and brewed coffee for him, while rummaging through the fridge for a muffin.
You knew, on the occasion, that Bucky loved quiet mornings, and he would usually be drinking his coffee with a muffin to go with it. So, you looked through the fridge before your eyes landed on the blueberry muffin he had bought a week earlier.
You pulled it out and closed the door, moving your attention back to the coffee that was almost ready. Studying for a moment, you looked down at your arm that was still in a sling, and came to a decision. Grabbing the mug with your free hand, you held the muffin by the wrapper in your injured hand’s hold, you held onto the pastry in a vice-like grip, fear of dropping it.
You made your way back to your room, feeling your hand start to cramp up from holding the muffin. You pushed open the door with your foot, and placed it on the desk near the door, looking up to see Bucky still asleep. You placed the muffin next to the mug, stretching out your hand.
The bedsheets rustled, and Bucky turned on his back, a hand coming up to wipe his face. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the handle of the mug and walked over to his side, and you placed the mug on his nightstand, going back to the muffin.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead as he blinked his eyes open. Bucky smiled tiredly at you and sat up, stretching his arms above his head.
“Morning, doll,” his voice came out rough. He leaned forward and pressed a sleepy kiss to your jaw, nudging his nose into your cheek.
“I made you coffee.” you said, grabbing the mug shakily. Bucky grasped the handle and smiled at you, taking a sip of the dark coffee. “And I brought you a muffin.” You smiled at him.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky said, placing the mug back on the nightstand. He pulled you into his lap, arms circling around your lower back. “What’s all this for?” he asked, tilting his head. You shrugged, playing with the lapels of his Henley that he wore, fingers circling around the buttons.
“I dunno… I just wanted to do something nice for you. Just as a thank you for the last few months, being patient with me.” you said, ducking your head in embarrassment. Bucky curled his finger and hooked it under your chin, gently bringing you to meet his eye.
“You don’t have to make me coffee, or bring me pastries to thank me. Being here with you, being able to hold you at night, and to sit next to you at dinner, or having you in my lap when we’re watching a movie, that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me.” Bucky said, and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” you whispered, pressing your lips to his. Bucky cradled the back of your head as your lips molded against each other, fitting like a puzzle piece. Bucky pulled away, keeping you firmly in his lap as he reached for the muffin, tearing off a piece and offering it to you. You smiled and took it, biting into the soft pastry.
Looking at Bucky as he ate his muffin and drank his coffee, you felt an undying devotion to him, knowing that through the thick and thin of life, he would be there through it all. Through the happy moments to the rough patches, you had him. And that was more than enough for you.
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looking for comfort.
summary: you had a weird dream and just want buckys warmth.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader.
warnings: just fluff.
word count: 390
a/n: this just came to me when i had a weird uncomfy dream last night. hope this is brings you comfort if ever needed. i’m back to writing after years, so bear with me ok?! thank you. ♡
more of my writing if interested.
isn't the dreams you were conscious but not in control of anything, the worst kind? the weird feeling of being trapped inside of your own imagination and no where to run.
the desperation of trying to wake up was getting into me, how do i wake myself up?
and suddenly, not even moving my body, i open my eyes, with a gasp leaving my mouth, i try to breath and get away from the weird feeling of not belonging in this existence.
i'm laying on my back, i turn my head to the side but keeping light movements, to not wake the man sleeping beside me, even though i find that hard to do.
bucky is a heavy sleeper, he might never admit that, but i, better than anyone, know that it is in fact the true.
not that it's something bad, i kinda like that, at least knowing that when he's not having nightmares, he gets a good night of sleep.
moving slowly, i turn on my side, where i'm facing his back and hug him. my face is close to his neck, i close my eyes as i can smell his hair, and his skin, trying to calm myself and fall back to a normal sleep i hope.
"honey, you awake?" i hear him whisper, and open my eyes.
"yes, did i wake you up? i'm sorry"
"it's ok... had a nightmare?"
"no, just a dream that made me feel kinda weird. why?"
"your heart is beating really fast. you sure it wasn't a nightmare?" he turns to face me.
"yeah, don't worry" i say trying to give him a small smile.
"ok then" he gives a small smile back but still looks worried in his eyes before he closes them again. i can tell.
"can you hold me?" i say, almost whispering with how low my voice was.
he open his eyes again, "of course baby, anything for you" he says, as he gives me a small kiss on my forehead and put his arms around me protectively. protecting... which i don't even know from who... my mind i guess. he, better than anyone, knows what needing grounding from your own mind feels like.
and just like that, i feel the sleep going back to my body, but this time, with calmness in my heart.
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Hi, Navy! I know you aren't taking any requests right now and you are super busy, but can we get a small taste of florist Bucky? I'm sorry for asking. I've been having a bad day. 🥺
Hi, nonnie. I'm sorry you're not having a great day. Maybe a small headcanon for how the reader and Bucky meet? First thing I've written in days. Hope you like it and feel better! 💙
Pairing: Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: Over 450
Warnings: Beefy florist Bucky (that's a warning, okay?), fluff, no smut (not yet at least)
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When you walk into the bright shop with your friend, Ruth, you almost whimper at the sight in front of you.
A massive man with a metal arm is carefully putting together one of the most beautiful arrangements you've ever seen.
He should look out of place surrounded by flowers, but he looks right at home as he turns his head and asks how he can help you.
You aren't sure what to concentrate on first: his warm smile, stunning blue eyes, soft hair kept in place with a bun or how his apron looks like it's about to tear from the sheer size of him.
Ruth nudges you since you're close to the drooling stage and says she's trying to decide on flowers for her upcoming wedding.
She also gives you a wink and secretly hopes you ask him to be your plus one.
The god man in front of you introduces himself as Bucky and gazes at you as you say your name before listening to your friend talk a mile a minute about the colors and options for the bouquets, corsages and reception tables.
Bucky is attentive as she shows him swatches of the bridesmaids dress and tablecloth colors, but you swear he keeps giving you small glances as he listens. And you know you're staring.
You have to smile when Ruth finally takes a breather and asks for his opinion. It's clear that he's passionate about what he does as he offers his expertise and shows sample photos of what we can do.
You wonder what else he's passionate about… Something tells you he would be the best boyfriend.
"Are you single?" you blurt out.
You wait for the ground to swallow you up as Bucky and Ruth stop talking. You can't even think of a good cover up for why you asked that.
Instead of brushing you off like you expect, he smiles. "I am, doll."
"She's single, too," Ruth adds, an all too gleeful look in her eyes at what's unfolding. "And free on Saturday, in case you were wondering."
Bucky makes a show of checking the calendar as you nudge Ruth, who tries to feign innocence. "Would you look at that? I'm free on Saturday, too. Would you… like to grab a bite to eat with me?"
There's an almost nervous look in his eyes that makes him more endearing as your heart races. "I'd love to."
"It's a date, petal," he smiles, excusing himself to ring up another customer. You're proud you don't faint on the spot from that grin.
"Petal?" is the only word you can get out as he walks away, still in disbelief that you have a date.
"Oh, he already gave you a pet name. He's gonna marry you. Just you wait."
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drinks on me | bucky barnes
pairings: coworker!Bucky Barnes x coworker!female reader
summary: your friends beg you to play in the friendly company softball championship against your work crush.
warnings: pure fluff, this is literally a rom com, cuss words, mentions of baseball/softball (sry im an ex softball player), mutual pining, “friendly” game of softball, etc etc
You laugh at the desperate pleads of your coworkers as they follow you into your office.
“It’s just one game! Just one!” Anna pleads.
“No, absolutely not.” You shake your head. You place your files down on your desk and turn to see your three best friends/co-workers with hopeless faces.
“Y/N... please!” Maggie begs.
Rachel echos their statements and gives you a strong puppy dog pout.
“Jesus...Fine!” You drop your head in defeat.
The three musketeers erupt in cheers. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh at their excitement.
“One game. That’s it. I’m too old for this bullshit.” You sigh.
“Oh shut up, we are still young. You literally stopped playing softball two years ago. You’ll be fine, champ.” Rachel winks.
“Besides, I just want to see the look on Bucky’s face when he sees you in softball pants.” Lauren chimes in.
The three then giggle like high school girls and you dramatically roll your eyes.
The thought of picking up a softball glove again was very enticing but the thought of playing against your work crush was not. You and Bucky always had a thing for each other but neither of you was bold enough to make a move. He was sweet, caring, funny, and oooh so attractive. His old-school Brooklyn accent was enough to make any girl mad but you were particularly drawn to his ocean blue eyes and strong jaw. The accent was merely a plus.
When all your coworkers discussed making softball teams and playing a few games you immediately opted out. You went to every game and cheered everyone on but you didn’t want to play again. But when one of your coworkers hurt themselves last game, your three friends came to you and have begged all week for you to play as his replacement. Tonight was the “championship” game and losers had to buy winners drinks afterward.
The stakes were very high. Clearly.
“He’ll hate me after he sees how competitive I get.” You sigh.
“Or... he will get super turned on and finally make a move!” Lauren smiles.
The three continue their giggling and you force them out of your office. “Go! Go! See you tonight.” You hurry them out.
You sit behind your desk and dread tonight. The only good thing is you get to see Bucky in baseball pants up close. Thank god for that.
After work, you hurry home and grab the essentials. You throw on an old t-shirt from your college softball days and dig out your glove and cleats. You throw your hair up in your signature high pony and smirk in the mirror. Rachel was right, it had only been two years since you played but you knew it was going to take a minute to warm your body back up. You meet up with your girlfriends and you all head to the field together.
“Just like old times!” Maggie smiles as you climb in the car.
“Don’t remind me,” you groan.
Once you pull up to the field you immediately spot Bucky. Tight white baseball pants. Navy short sleeve t-shirt. And to top off the look, the Yankees hat he stole from you a few months ago. You told him he looked better in it than you and you’ll never forget the way he blushed. A few days later he showed up at the office with a new one for you. “I think you pull it off better than me, so we will just have matching ones.” He smirked.
You pull yourself from your reminiscing daydream and get out of the car. One of your male coworkers whistles, once he sees you, and Bucky quickly turns around. His eyes widen as you walk towards him.
“Woah. Hey there, superstar.” He smiles.
“Aaron Judge?! Is that you?” You tease.
“Yeah baby, it’s me! Gimme a hug,” He teases back as he puts out his arms.
You love how he can combat your sass. You roll your eyes and he quickly changes his tone.
“What’re you doing?” He asks as his eyes wander down your body. You try to control your smirk as you know he’s enjoying his view.
“She’s playing for us tonight, Buck. Prepare to lose.” Rachel steps in.
“What!? I begged you to play and you told me no!” He whines.
“I’m sorry,” you smile.
“No, you’re not.” He says as he acts offended.
You chuckle to yourself and take off towards the dugout. As you warm up you take the chance to glance at Bucky at every opportunity. Of course, every time you look, he’s already looking at you. You see one of your male coworkers tease him as Bucky is too busy watching you he misses a ball. You chuckle to yourself and continue doing your own thing.
Your stomach fills with butterflies as game time quickly approaches. Just like the old days. Your team loses the coin toss, so you’re the away team which means you hit first. Your friends put all of their faith in you as they place you 4th in the lineup, cleanup position.
Once you get to the plate there is one out and two runners on the bases.
“Easy out!” Bucky jokes from his position at shortstop.
You shake your head and chuckle to yourself as you dig in the batters' box. You make a mental note to slap him after the game. Lucky for you, the first pitch is right down the middle and you hit a line drive into the outfield. You quickly make it around first and head towards second as the two runners score. You see Bucky coming towards the bag and see the ball is being thrown back into him. You slide headfirst into the bag avoiding the tag from him and being called safe. Your team and the fans made up of significant others and friends all cheer. You pop yourself up on the bag with a large grin on your face. Bucky throws the ball back to the pitcher and turns around and looks at you with raised eyebrows.
“Impressive,” he smirks.
“Oh, that? That was nothing.” You shrug your shoulders.
He giggles at you and takes a few steps into you. His ocean blue eyes were barely hidden by his cap.
“You’re killing me in the pants, doll.” He whispers.
“That was the point, Barnes.” You smirk.
He chuckles at your response. He turns to walk off but then spins around,
“Loser buys winner a drink.” He says.
“That’s already the deal, idiot.” You roll your eyes.
“Loser buys winner drinks, tomorrow night, by themselves.” He clarifies.
“Game on, Barnes.”
You both smirk at each other. The rest of the game was merely a competition between the two of you. Forget everyone else. If you hit a double he had to hit a triple. If he made a great play, you had to make a better one. You both knew it didn’t really matter who won, the deal was a win-win situation. But it was something about competing against Bucky that you enjoyed. Your other ex-boyfriends always hated how competitive you were. Really they were just jealous you were more athletic than them. But Bucky thrives on it. Lauren was right, it actually turns him on to see you so involved and determined to win, determined to beat him.
Your team was leading by one run and as if it was fate or a 90’s baseball film, Bucky was up to bat with two runners on and two outs.
“Easy out!” You mimic him from earlier.
He gives you a sharp look which gives way to a sly smirk. He works the count to make it more dramatic. 3 balls, two strikes. In your mind, it’s game 7 of the World Series and you will get this last out even if it kills you.
The sound of the ball popping off his bat forces you to run backward. You were playing your native position of shortstop (just like Bucky) and followed the high pop fly backward and backward. Always one for the theatrics, you dive backward, falling to the ground rather harshly. Your head thumps against the ground and you hear Bucky shout out your name. As you pull yourself from the ground, you see Bucky running into the outfield towards you.
“Doll? Are you alright?” His face is full of worry.
You pull the ball out of your glove and smile.
“You’re out! We win! Kiss the ring, Barnes!”
You stand up and your team erupts in cheers. Bucky rolls his eyes and laughs at you.
“I’ll do more than that,” he whispers as he grabs your free hand and pulls you into him. He plants a soft kiss against your lips and before you can comprehend what’s happening he pulls away.
You look up at him with a large grin which prompts him to chuckle. Even more, cheers erupt behind the two of you,
“About fucking time!” Someone yells.
You both roll your eyes and he leans down to capture you in one more kiss.
“Drinks on me.” He smirks.
“About fucking time,” you whisper.
a/n: we love a good rom-com meet softball game!! hope you enjoyed <3
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So, ummm Chubby Bucky and Alpine.
This literally stole my heart ❤
Pairing: Chubby Librarian Bucky x Reader.
Warnings: Fluff. Alpine. Chubby Bucky wearing a sweater.
A/N: HC #1
Likes comments and rebogs are appreciated.
Your boyfriend is a softie. He’s as soft as his belly and you love him even more because he’s such a sweetheart. You watched your soft-spoken librarian patiently guide his elderly patrons through the rows of books and read off titles until they find the one they want. He waives fines for any kid who forgets to return their books on time because he’s just happy they’re reading. Bucky orders your favorite books and hides a copy of all new releases under his desk so you always have first dibs.
So it’s no surprise that he would adopt a stray kitten.
The night he found little alpine, it had been drizzling all day. The library was empty most of the day, so he spent his time organizing the shelves, catching up on reading and sending you risque pictures. Even when he’s sending you a filthy snap, his face is burning and you can practically hear his flustered tone when he sends a message right after the pic, asking if you liked it. The familiar shade of bright red gracing his cheeks has you giggling even as you ogle his impressive body. Yes. You like. You like it a lot.
And you planned on showing him how much when he gets off.
You’re waiting for him outside the library in his car with the seat pushed back, your feet on the dash, scrolling through tiktok while Bucky closed up the library. The steady patter of the rain on the windshield lulling you to sleep. Fighting off a yawn, you smile when his picture flashes across your screen. “Hey, Buck-”
Bucky cuts you off with a frantic gasp. “Listen Peach, stay on the line with me, kay?”
You sit up, brows furrowing in concern, you hear rattling in the background. “What? What’s going on baby?”
Bucky clutches the phone to his ear, holding a novel in his other hand, slowly raising it above his head as he peeks around the corner. “Someone broke into the building. They’re messing up my children’s section.”
“Hold I’m coming in-”
“The hell you are! “M not letting some crazy person hurt you. I-” Bucky swallows, pushing down his nerves into his chest, he takes a deep breath. “I got this.” He glances at the book in his hand. “I have a weapon Peach.” Bucky takes another look at his book. Actually no. He really likes this one. He gently sets it down on a table and balls up his fist.
He flinches at the loud crash echoing through the library, whispering that he’s okay. Ignoring your pleas for him to turn around, he follows the noises. This is his library and he’s not going to let anyone mess up his library. Bucky also wants you to think he’s brave but he’s not going to say that aloud.
Bucky skids to a stop, his blue eyes widening in horror. It's not the upturned potted plants or the displays scattered on the floor that he's worried about. One of his favorite novels is on the ground, the spine cracked. Someone hurt one of his books. It takes a lot to upset your man. So when he hissed that he’s going to lose his shit on whoever destroyed a Tolkein book, you sit up even straighter. You feel a tinge of shame at the dull throb that blooms between your thighs. But damn, you didn’t know his voice could get that deep and his angry tone sounds sexy.
You’ll explore that later.
“I’m going to kick their ass, I swear to-” Bucky glances up. His phone drops to the ground and you hear muffled “Oh my god, oh my god peach.”
“Bucky? Bucky!” you call out. The sounds of clattering and a dull thud echo through your phone. You repeat his name but he doesn't respond. Without hesitation, you jump out of your car, you let out a frustrated scream as you get pulled back in by your seatbelt. After a brief fight with it, you manage to free yourself. You run up the stairs to the entrance and burst inside, glancing around the empty space, you sprint past the main desk to the children’s section. Your heart is hammering in your chest, shit why didn’t you grab a weapon. You start to take a book off the shelf figuring you can at least throw it at the intruder. Then you see the author. Oh wait, this is Livingston, no you can’t throw Livingston.
There’s a strange soft rumbling, it sounds so familiar but in your panic, you cant’ fully recognize it, almost like purring but that can't be right, shaking off the thought, you look around. You see a flash of brown hair through the spaces between the books. “Bucky,” you whisper, ducking down. “Are you okay?”
“Heeey Peach.” You tilt your head at his chagrined tone. “You look pretty.” That has you slowly standing up. “I love you.” Your deep sigh reverberates through the room.
You saunter to the next row and immediately burst into giggles. Putting your hand over your mouth, you struggle to find words. You can’t believe what you’re seeing right now.
Your 6’4” sweater-wearing chubby man is cradling an oversized cotton ball with blue eyes. You stare at Bucky with your brows raised. “So you gonna kick his ass huh?”
Bucky ducks his head, his pink lips stretching into a soft smile “Her.”
You know by the way he’s gazing at the curious little kitten kneading her paws into his belly that he already loves her. “Can we keep her Peach?”
Honestly, he doesn’t even have to ask, you’d do anything for this man. You take the fluff ball from his large hands and snuggle the sleepy kitten while he cleans up her mess. By the time, he’s done, he’s already named her alpine and he’s made a space for her by his desk.
You and Alpine wait for him to lock up and you all head back to the car. You shrug when he sees the passenger door open, his smile growing wider. “Thank you for coming to save me Peach.” He kisses your forehead, placing his hand on your back as he helps you inside.
Bucky settles in his seat. “And you,-” he points at the yawning cat on your lap. “-no breaking stuff, do you have any idea how much-” Little Alpine perks up at the sound of his voice and climbs over to his lap. She gazes up at him, purring loudly, she places her head and tiny paws on his belly. “You can do whatever you want.”
You chuckle, muttering, “big ole softie.”
Bucky grins proudly. “Damn right,” Covering Alpine’s ears, he leans over, “but tonight I’ll show you how hard I can get for you.” His lips slot over yours, kissing you until you’re dizzy. Pulling away, he turns on the car. “But first, we’re going to the pet store and buying everything.”
Narrowing your eyes at a still beaming Bucky, you shake your head. If he spoils her the way he spoils you, you know he’s really going to try to buy everything cat item he can get his hands on. “No Bucky, she only needs a few things.”
“All the things Peach. All the things”
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(Not So) Obvious (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
summary: Bucky almost gives up asking you the most important question of your life when you seem to just not get it.
word count: 1.5K
James Buchanan Barnes.
The man of your dreams. The man of your reality. Of your past, present and future. So how come you were so bad at recognizing his plans for a shared future?
It all started when you heard of the engagement of your friends Hope and Scott - Bucky was so happy for them… but the whole time the couple told him the story about how Scott asked Hope to marry him, he could only imagine your possible answer if he would ask you that question. He decided that he was ready for the next step. Were you though?
There was only one way to find out.
Well, or in your case: five.
Bucky, the old romantic he was, wanted everything to be perfect. So, when you returned from a mission that took longer than expected, he created a romantic candlelight dinner. Or at least that was what he was trying to.
After you got back, you went to have a shower real quick and then went to spend the evening with Bucky. You were really exhausted but you saw how excited your boyfriend was at you returning, so you kept it together and tried to not fall asleep on the table.
Tho when he noticed that you were leaning against your fork and your eyes were already close to sinking, he took your hand and looked at you with worried eyes. “Hey honey, are you okay?”
“Tired…that‘s all”, you mumbled and Bucky noticed your inability to keep your eyes open for more than ten seconds.
“Why don‘t we postpone that dinner to another evening?” Bucky sighed and squeezed your hand.
“You‘re not mad?”
“Of course I‘m not mad, you just came home from a long, exhausting mission. Now come on, I‘m gonna take you to bed.” He stood up and pulled you with him, and then put his arms around your shoulder to steady you.
“I could just marry you, man of my dreams.” You uttered tiredly under your breath.
Bucky gulped, the weight of the engagement ring in his jeans pocket doubled at the hint.
The next time he tried to ask you the question, he went for a special walk with you on a late autumn evening. It was perfect: september sun was shining, leaves started to change colours, and a fresh breeze was in the air.
When he took the corner that leads to the place you first met, an old kickboxing studio, he realized that he could discard his plans all over again.
“w-what? why?” You pouted at the now empty place where some of your favorite memories together were made.
He turned around at the sound of you sounding sad and smiled apologetically. “I‘m so sorry. I thought it was cute, I didn‘t know it got knocked down.”
You stepped forward and hugged him, leaning against his chest, and hummed faintly. “You couldn‘t know, darling. It was a cute idea.” You kissed him and the only thing he could think about was how you hopefully would kiss him much stormier if you knew the real reason for your walk to this place.
Bucky wouldn‘t give up though. He organized everything again for a special occasion: the 4th anniversary of your relationship.
He booked a luxury hotel a bit away from the town, so you two could relax and enjoy some time without agents or fellow Avengers buzzing around.
Bucky put your suitcases in the car, drove the first bit, and when you parked on a public layby, he was checking if he had the ring with him.
Yes, he had the ring, but he found something different too. Your car had a flat tyre.
Bucky got so angry that he dropped his coffee and kicked against the tyre when you came out of the bathroom and saw his tantrum. You hastily walked to him and tried to grab him by his shoulders, of no avail of course, but at least your touch seemed to calm him.
“What is it??” You put your hands on his cheeks, looking him deep in his eyes, scared to find a dark part of his personality shining through.
“Everything is going wrong.“
“That‘s not true. We both had coffee, and we listened to great music. We are both here together and we love each other. What do we want more?”
“A promise for the future.” He mumbled ununderstandable to you while melting in your touch.
“I love you, you grump.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, so close you could even hear his breathing calm down. You sighed in relief that he was better, though you still worried about his sudden change of mood.
“You would talk to me if there was something else?” You asked him with expectant eyes, trying to understand his behaviour. But he nodded and smiled, and assured you that he was okay.
Bucky was annoyed. And he lost his patience. And he wanted to be more obvious from now on.
So when he wore a T-shirt saying “Marry Me?” and you asked him if that was an old shirt of Scott, he almost got insane.
“No - uhm, actually it‘s mi-”
“Bucky!! Have you noticed that Redwing changed colours?” Peter walked in the living room of the compound, completely clueless that he interrupted a very important moment. “Oh! Nice shirt. Scott has the same, right?”
Bucky blushed and went back to his shy self. He couldn‘t ask you the question while wearing a shirt your friend had already worn some time ago.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He plopped onto the couch next to you and put his arms around you, for you to snuggle into him. “I probably mixed it up when I took down the wash.”
Your boyfriend began to ask himself if that all was some crazy sign from the universe. Maybe you two just were not meant to get married? So, he swore to himself that he will try one last time before giving up.
You were reading in your bedroom when you suddenly noticed an unevenness in the paper. Confused, you turned to the next page and found a small silver ring stuck.
Bucky was just returning from training with Steve as you grabbed the ring and touched it carefully. He saw that you found it and immediately stopped walking, red cheeks forming and his heartbeat faster than ever.
“Look Bucky, there was a ring in my book!”
He sighed and started walking to the bathroom again, closing the door with a loud noise. You didn‘t think too much about it, maybe he just had a not so nice training with Steve or got a new mission he didn‘t like.
Then, he finished showering, laid down on the bed next to you and you asked him if he wanted to watch a series. He nodded and you turned the tv on, grabbed some snacks and cuddled up with him.
When a episode of the sitcom played in which the main characters got engaged, he rolled his eyes and eyed you tensed. But you just sat there, eating popcorn and staring at the tv screen. The scene ended and Bucky knew he was done with the whole marrying thing.
Though suddenly, you jumped up at the engaged couple telling the story of their engagement to their families and spilled the whole popcorn. Bucky startled and looked at you worried, but you just fluttered your hands and stared at him.
“Oh. My. God.”
“What is it, honey??” He frowned and tried to come closer to you, but he had to get the snacks away from the bed first.
“Oh my god, James!” You laughed and started pacing around the whole room. “Of course, yes!”
He chuckled and got out of bed, walked to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, you-” your expression faltered when you realized you were just guessing the reason for his behaviour lately, “I thought you were asking me to marry you?”
“What?!” His eyes widened and he took a step back. You cursed under your breath and turned away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “This is weird. I thought all the trips and dinners were times you were trying to ask me to marry you but nevermind just forge-”
“Yeah, I uhm- I was.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck with his hand. “I thought you don‘t want to marry me cause you never seemed to get it and ignored even the obvious tries.”
You turned to him again and shook your head. “Oh god. This is so embarrassing. I just- i don‘t know…something clicked while watching", you gestured to the tv screen, "that. I never thought about your intentions too much, god, I‘m so sorry.”
Bucky stepped closer again and took your hands in his. “You‘re all good, babe.” You squeezed one of his hands and he pulled you closer, a smile on his face.
“So?” You bit your lip to contain your smile as you looked lovingly into his blue eyes.
“Yes or No?”
“No if you‘re not asking me the full question now.” He gasped as you laughed and lightly pushed you.
He sunk to his knees and you gasped, hands coming up to cover your mouth. The brunette took the box (that he always carried around) with the ring in it out of his breast pocket and took a deep breath.
“Will you marry me, my love?”
Tagging: @bisexual-chupacabra @mrs-avenger3000 @musicinourlips @yeetus-thyself (please let me know if you wanna be tagged for specific characters only)
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Y/n: Baby, are you okay? You seem a bit off today.
Bucky: It's just a bad day, doll. I'm tormented by memories. That's all.
Y/n: Mmh, do you want to talk about it?
Bucky: Not really.
Y/n: Totally okay, I respect that.
Bucky: Thank you.
Y/n: What about some food? Are you hungry?
Bucky: No, doll.
Y/n: *slowly caressing his cheek* What about cuddles?
Bucky: That sounds great. *pulling you on his lap and hugging you*
Y/n: I'm sorry, I wish I could do something to help you. *caressing the back of his head*
Bucky: You already are, doll. *looking at you with a tiny smile*
Y/n: Woah, was that a smile, Sargent Barnes?
Bucky: Maybe. *smiling again while pressing his lips on yours*
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Hello Kitty - B. Barnes
NOTE: for the sake of this imagine, let’s pretend that Bucky knows about HK. WARNING: contains smutty ending, do not read if you are below the age of 18! aka MINORS SCOOT! also this isn’t proofread so sorry if it’s shitty?
TAGLIST: @poetic-heart @hallecarey1 @moonlightbaby10 @5-seconds-of-bucky @bbl32 @wobblymug @iwannabekilledtwice @golden-hoax @barnes-lokison
SUMMARY: it’s your third date with bucky and you are dressed to impress...for the most part
“It’s our third date.” You admit shyly to Natasha and Wanda, who sat before you on your bed. The two women’s “oohs” had your body feeling much warmer in your bathrobe than moments before. You maintained your gaze on your bare thighs, with your fingernails continuously picking at loose pieces of fuzz on your robe.
“So what are you wearing?” Natasha quirks an eyebrow at you, the corner of her lips tilted up deviously. Wanda matches her expression, further encouraging you to stand up and retrieve the knee-length, red dress from your closet. Once again, the two “ooh-ed” simultaneously at the piece.
“I don’t think he’s ever seen a dress so revealing.” Wanda giggles. Natasha joins her with a few chuckles of her own.
“He might think he chose to go out with a harlot.” Nat jives, earning another barrage of laughs from the girl beside her. Yes, Bucky did have a few years on him, but it was nothing you enjoyed hearing others tease him about. Bucky Barnes knew how to put up a shell, and do it excellently. Something you are certain of though, is nobody enjoys having their age being commented on.
“Guys, come on…” You whine, tossing the dress onto your bed and returning to the seat at your vanity, where various makeup products lie scattered.
“We’re only teasing, Y/N.” Wanda’s hand, donning several rings, waves carelessly about. Natasha hums in agreement.
“What are you wearing underneath?” She questions.
“Underneath? Why’s that matter?” Natasha and Wanda both suck in a sharp breath, and exchange a wary glance. When they lock their bewildered stares back onto you and still say nothing, you begin to grow impatient.
“Hello? Am I missing something?” You fold your arms together, leaning back in your chair and looking at the expectantly.
“Y/N, it's the third date.” Wanda snickers.
“Then you should know that it’s important to wear the proper...undergarments.” Natasha mumbles.
“Look who’s sounding old now.” You turn in your seat and waltz over to your dresser. “What’s wrong with wearing what I normally wear?” You call back to them as your eyes study the selection of panties and bras displayed in your top drawer.
Natasha scoffs, before bluntly stating “Your sports bra and granny panties aren’t gonna get you laid, Y/N.” You take a deep inhale through the nose and spin around to meet the woman’s interrogating eyes. Part of you almost makes a comeback on the sports bra comment, but find yourself squeaking after processing her last few words.
“Laid?! Who says we’re going that far?” You nearly choke out, laying a hand on your cheek in mortification.
“Says anybody who’s ever dated anybody. Third dates require you to bring your A-game.” Wanda informs, now making you succumb to humiliation further. The girl is years younger than you and knows more about a stable love life than you ever could. “You have to dress up. Even underneath.” She adds.
You glance down at the sloppy bow you tied to keep your robe shut. “Well...that rule is stupid. And outdated. Who says we can’t go out on a third date, have a good time fully-clothed and end it that way?” You snip, turning back to grab a nude bra with a satisfied smile.
“Y/N, just take our advice. It’ll help you in the long run.” Nat begs, catching a sinister glint in your eyes. You make an indecisive noise, feeling giddy for keeping your friends on their toes, before declaring:
“No, I don’t think I will. In fact, to prove to you both how ridiculous that rule is…” Your hand shuffles around the drawer, away from Natasha’s and Wanda’s prying eyes. When you finally retrieve your most embarrassing pair of underwear, you elicit a devilish laugh and raise the piece of clothing, high and proud for their eyes to see. In sync, you watch their lips part and eyes grow ide.
“Y/N, no…” Wanda’s strawberry-blonde hair swishes on and off of her shoulders as she shakes her head furiously.
“Don’t do this.” Natasha continues pleading. But their desperate attempts to keep you from wearing the pair of panties, clutched tight in your grasp, is only further motivation for you to pull them on your body.
“Y/N, yes.” You nod. “If you two ladies don’t mind excusing yourselves, I have a date to get ready for.” Both women perceive your satisfied smile with doubtful frowns tracing their lips. Natasha and Wanda knew perfectly well that you would come to regret your decision later in the night. You, however, were too ignorant to realize the mistake you had just committed.
“Thanks for taking me out, Buck. I had a really great time.” Your hand, entangled with Bucky's, lessens its grip. As the two of you approach the elevator to ride up to your floor, the red fabric adorning your body stops swishing at your knees. Bucky rests his vibranium hand against his chest, sparing you a smile nobody else in the compound would ever have the delight of seeing.
“The pleasure is all mine, Y/N.” His fingers remain laced with yours throughout the entire elevator ride up to your respective floor. When you began leading the way to your own bedroom, Bucky stops you with a proposal.
“Actually I was thinking about it, and uh…” the same hand on his chest moments ago winds behind him to scratch at the nape of his neck, “did you want to come to my room and chat a little longer.”
You graciously accepted the super soldier’s offer, but it was not long before your lips and tongues pursued more intimate activities. Currently, yours were forming escalating moans as Bucky’s mouth prioritized the space between your shoulder and neck, giving each patch of untouched skin his undivided attention.
“I gotta get this off of you,” he grumbles, yearning for more of your bare skin to meet his lips. Eagerly, his flesh hand searched the back of your dress up and down for a zipper. His vibranium hand remained at the bottom of your thigh, metal fingers tucked just below the red skirt of your dress and dangerously close to--
You suck in a sharp breath, eyes enlarging at the thought of the underwear shielding your privates. Bucky’s blue eyes, darkened by the dimly lit bedroom cast down to yours with concern.
“W-what happened? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You respond with a viscous shake of your head, desperate to not let this moment slip through your fingers.
“Just had a...small chill.” Your lips tremble at the sight of Bucky’s turning up into a smirk. You swear his eyes darken four shades in front of you too, complementing the burning list fueling your actions. His lips bend down to greet the shell of your ear, and this time, a sincere chill does run through your body. It sends tingles to your toes and an itchy feeling only Bucky can give you antidote for.
“Why don’t I warm you up, then?”
You’ll admit, for being over one hundred, the man still had power to every butterfly in your stomach, and each thump of your heart. Once glance from his blue eyes could send your knees wobbling, or worse, be to blame for a full on collapse. Currently, this charm of his was sparring with your inner-shame all because of what lies beneath your dress.
You remember why you put the pair of panties on in the first place, but you never expected your long-time crush to be witness to them. Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared to deal with any future teasing from Bucky this moment would bestow on you. After all, it’d be quite nice to rub it in Natasha’s and Wanda’s face that you still got laid while wearing them.
“Yeah, I’d like that…” you elicit a nervous chuckle, following Bucky’s perusing eyes. You feel his hand still struggling to take hold of the small zipper and tug it down. His impatience grew clear when his warm palm and cool metal appendage dissipated from your back entirely, and instead, grasped the hem of the dress pooling at your thighs.
“Fuck it.” He mutters, and lifts the skirt of your dress up. By this point, your eyes were clenched shut and your teeth were grinding together in anticipation. Without realizing it, your fingers were clutching Bucky’s bedsheets for support of the various reactions feeding through your brain. Only did your hands release the cotton sheets when Bucky’s hands cloaked them.
You peeled your eyes open to see him, a cheeky smile lining the bottom of his face as he responded in a coy manner. “Nice panties.” A wave of heat filled your body from top to bottom, while your heartbeat reached a pace that you never knew to be possible. Bucky could hear each thump for himself, and chuckled to himself at the sight of you falling sheepish underneath him.
The blue beauties of his eyes dragged down your body to the light pink cotton underwear, where a familiar cartoon head was printed all around it. The yellow noses and dotted eyes stared up at him daringly, awaiting his next move. As did you.
A sharp breath leaps down your throat when a cool metal finger inserts itself through the side of your underwear, and you feel your stomach begin quivering at the feeling of Bucky’s vibranium hand sliding the panties down your leg in a teasing manner.
“Hello Kitty.” Is all he says, before introducing your wet heat to the magic trick that is his thick, pink tongue.
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𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 🖤 ᴅᴀʀᴋ 🤍 ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ᴅᴀʀᴋ ❤️ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 💖 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ❤️🩹 ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ 😂 ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ, ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ) 👻 ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ
☼ 🖤❤️ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ 🖤❤️ ꜱᴏɴɢʙɪʀᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 // ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 (ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ ❤️😂💖❤️🩹 ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴋɪᴅ (ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ᴀꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ—ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ) ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2// ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3
☼ ❤️💖😂 ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ (ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
☼ ❤️💖😂 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴛᴏᴏᴛꜱ) ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ
☼ 🖤❤️ 👻 ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ɴᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ (ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x “ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ”!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ 💖❤️ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ ❤️💖 ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
☼ ❤️😂 ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ/ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ: ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
☼ ❤️ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ (ᴅᴏᴍ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʙʀᴀᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ 🤍❤️ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴀʜᴏʟɪᴄ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ ❤️😂 ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ 1 2 (ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
☼ ❤️💖❤️🩹 ꜰɪʀᴇꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ
☼❤️💖 ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ (ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ! ɢᴀʀɢᴏʏʟᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ
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Caught in the Fire 7 - Crossing Paths [Bucky Barnes x Reader]
A.N: An early chapter! Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! ❤ I hope you like it as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!❤
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Not everyone has to be friends.
Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
After all these years you were sure of one thing, your friends were very supportive. In fact, they were quite possibly the most supportive people you had ever met, and no matter what happened you just knew that they would be there for you, that they would never judge you.
With very few exceptions.
This right here was the exception.
“I’m sorry, for a second I thought you said you spent the night with one of the most dangerous people in the city.”
“….I just fell asleep, that’s it,” you tried to defend yourself, dangling your legs from where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. “He happened to be there.”
All of you had decided to get together and eat your lunch in the kitchen of the bakery and you being you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut, as usual. Summer let out a furious breath and turned to look at Hunter as if asking for help.
“And when you woke up?”
“He was gone.”
Jace slurped his smoothie loudly, making you heave a sigh.
“These two are too polite to ask but I’m not,” Jace said, motioning at Summer and Hunter, “Your long lost love—“
“He’s not my long lost love.”
“The one that got away?” Hunter offered, nibbling on a cookie and Summer scoffed.
“The spoiled rich asshole?”
“Whatever it is we call him,” Jace pointed his smoothie at you, “He stayed over and you expect me to believe nothing happened?”
“First base? Second base?”
“Oh come on, the guy calls her Peaches,” Hunter stated, “I think we all know what base they’re starting with.“
“That nickname has nothing to do with—“ your voice went a pitch higher, “It’s not like that, and there was no base. We just talked and then I fell asleep and he was gone by the time Emma woke me up.”
Summer leaned back on her seat while Jace grabbed his smoothie again.
“Do you think he still has feelings for you?” Hunter asked and you shook your head fervently.
“We’re completely different people now.”
“I don’t know, something tells me he wouldn’t keep a museum open for me.” Summer murmured and Jace scoffed.
“Not so surprising. Name one time you were nice to him.”
“Why would I be nice to him, he’s an asshole.”
Hunter made a hand motion, as if saying there you go.
“I’m just putting it out there, I think he is a terrible idea,” Summer said and you raised your brows.
“Shocker,” you said as Jace’s phone beeped and he checked the time, then groaned.
“I gotta get back to work. Guys?”
“Yeah I’m coming with you.”
“I’ll be right there,” she said and Jace and Hunter left the kitchen as Summer turned to you.
“I know,” you said, “I have it under control.”
She pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back like she was trying to assure you.
“Just let me know if you need anyone to badmouth him to his face.”
You grinned, and nodded.
“I will,” you said and she winked at you, then walked out of the kitchen. You grabbed the apron to put it on before washing your hands, and placed the pumpkin cake on the plate.
They had a point. You were supposed to keep your distance, regardless of your history.
“Should be easy…” you mumbled and left the kitchen to put the cake on the display behind the glass while your cousin was busy with the register.
As soon as you raised your head, your jaw dropped and you straightened your back. Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister was standing on the other side of the counter, smiling at you. Despite being very close with Bucky when you were younger, you hadn’t spent much time with Rebecca and after he had left for college, your interactions with Rebecca were limited to occasional greetings and smiles whenever you saw each other.
But she hadn’t attempted to talk to you in years now.
“Hi,” you said after a beat, fixing your apron, “Anything I can help you with?”
“You can, actually. Do you have a minute?”
You frowned slightly, then nodded and she stole a look at the cake.
“Can I have a slice of that too?”
“Sure thing, just take a seat and I’ll bring it,” you said and after she walked away to sit down, you put a slice of the pumpkin cake on a plate, and made your way to her table.
“Thank you so much,” she said and motioned at the chair across from hers, “Please sit down?”
Well, this was gonna be awkward.
You offered her a small smile and took a seat, ignoring the way your cousin was staring at you from behind the register.
“How are you?” Rebecca asked and you cleared your throat.
“Um…I’m fine, how are you?”
“Oh I’m fine. Emma grew up so much since I last saw her!” she said, “I barely recognized her the other day, she’s the sweetest kid!”
“Thanks,” you murmured, “She’s a bit chaotic but she means well.”
“She’s going to school now?”
“Jesus, I feel old.”
You scoffed a small laugh, “You’re telling me. Oh and— I’m sorry for your loss, by the way. Your father was always very nice to me.”
She pressed her lips together, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Thank you, it means a lot,” she said, “So um, I was wondering if I could put in an order for next Friday?”
You frowned, “Hm?”
“I had the chance to eat one of the cupcakes you sent us after the funeral,” she said, “I mean I could literally eat only one while Bucky and Steve were fighting over them, before they ended up breaking mom’s favorite glass table because they were basically wrestling over the last cupcake but— it was delicious.”
The mental image was way too funny but you managed to control your expression.
“Anyways, my boyfriend’s birthday is next Friday,” she said, “We’ll have dinner with my family and his family at my mom’s place, and I was wondering if I could hire you for the cake. Our chef is good but let’s be honest, you have no rival when it comes to baking.”
“Oh—“ you murmured, “Rebecca I’d have to be in the kitchen until that’s served and I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t worry, my insufferable brother already threatened him, so he knows. He’ll be there too—“
“More reason for me not to be there.”
A look of realization dawned on her face and she heaved a sigh.
“I owe you an apology,” she muttered, “I heard about that…conversation you and my mom had, before Buck left for college.”
Your eyes snapped up to hers and you shook your head, “Rebecca—“
“Don’t worry, he still doesn’t know,” she said, “And for what it’s worth, I apologize on my mom’s behalf.”
“You don’t need to,” you murmured, “That conversation wasn’t even necessary, I wasn’t gonna go with him. I couldn’t. I thought everyone knew.”
She raised her brows, “For what it’s worth, I really thought you two would end up together.”
“…We were just friends.”
“Mm hm, of course you were,” she shot you a look and leaned her chin on her fist. “You have every reason to say no, but it’d really mean a lot to me if you said yes. I swear I’ll keep my mom away, and you name the price. Please?”
Well, some extra money wouldn’t hurt, especially with the way Emma needed something new almost every single day as well as this summer camp she didn’t stop talking about. You’d probably have to make sure to stay out of Mrs. Barnes’s way, but something told you she wasn’t the type to visit the kitchen when she had guests, so you figured it’d be easy enough.
Wishful thinking, that one.
“Alright then,” you said and Rebecca squealed, clapping her hands together like an overly excited kid, “Any flavor you have in mind?”
When you went to pick up Emma from school, Alex was way too busy with some parents, so you couldn’t talk to him but you got a text from him after dropping Emma off at your father’s place, asking if you two could grab coffee if you were available. It was a slow day anyway, and you thought your cousin could close the bakery for the day, so about an hour before the closing time, Alex walked into the bakery, making you smile wide.
“Hey!” you rushed to kiss him on the cheek, “Just give me like five minutes, then we can leave.”
“Sure thing,” he said and took the cookie you handed him, “Remind me to tell you what Emma did today at school.”
Your head shot up, “What? What did she do? Is she in trouble?”
“Wh-no!” Alex laughed, “She shut this kid down about a math problem, it was hilarious, it’s a long story.”
“She’s weirdly aggressive when it comes to math,” you stated, putting the napkins in the box, “I don’t know where she gets that from.”
“Nah, maybe my dad?” you asked but you were distracted when you heard the wind bells chime, and as soon as you looked around Alex’s shoulder, your heart started pacing in your chest. A soft smile warmed Bucky’s face as he looked at you, but it faded the second he saw Alex standing there.
“Bucky,” you said after a beat, “Um, I— I didn’t know you were coming.”
His brows furrowed as his gaze went from Alex to you. “Am I interrupting something?”
Alex’s jaw clenched and he looked at you as if waiting for you to say yes, but when you didn’t, he cleared his throat.
“Oh sorry. Bucky, Alex. Alex, this is Bucky, my uh… my childhood friend.”
A small smirk graced Bucky’s lips as he shook Alex’s hand, and turned to you.
“Can I borrow you for a moment?”
“Is it urgent?” you asked, “We were just leaving—“
“Don’t worry Peaches, he’ll wait.” Bucky’s voice was calm, “Won’t you Alex?”
You shot Alex a pleading look and he licked his lips, then tried to smile at you.
“Go ahead, I can wait.”
“Thanks,” you said and grabbed Bucky by the arm to lead him into the kitchen, snapping your fingers at your cousin.
“Josh, could you excuse us?”
He stared at Bucky only for a moment before scurrying out of the kitchen and you crossed your arms, turning to Bucky.
“That was rude.”
He had the audacity to look surprised, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. So does this count as a date?”
“It’s not a date.”
“You might want to let him know about that,” he said, “He looks way too hopeful, it makes me want to shoot him.”
You put your hands on your hips, “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“How did you two meet?”
“He’s Emma’s teacher, why am I here?”
Bucky snapped his fingers, “Right. I heard you’re gonna make Rebecca’s boyfriend’s birthday cake.”
“And I heard you threatened him.”
“It was friendly reminder, not a threat.”
You tried not to laugh at that, “Yeah, I’m sure it was.”
“So I wanted to ask you, do you want to come to the party?”
You frowned, “Sorry?”
“It’s gonna be a small crowd anyway, and we’d have fun. I’m gonna be honest, the only way I’m gonna have fun is if you’re there.”
You blinked a couple of times, “I’m gonna be working.”
If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the light in his eyes was naively hopeful, “But not for the whole night. You could just make it and join us upstairs?”
Bucky really didn’t know about that conversation years ago, and now he was still unaware of just how much his mother disliked you.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you said, “I only said yes to it because Emma wants to go to this summer camp— it doesn’t matter. I’m just gonna bake it and make sure it’s up to Rebecca’s standards, then I’ll leave.”
“It’s not like Rebecca’s standards are high, considering the guy she’s dating.”
You tilted your head, shooting him a reprimanding look as he grabbed a cookie off the jar. “Be nice.”
“I’m always nice,” he grinned at you mischievously before biting into the cookie, “Come on Peaches, just stay for the cake.”
“I already have plans for next Friday,” you managed to lie, and Bucky rolled his eyes.
“With the teacher guy? So what, just ditch him.”
“I promise you I’ll entertain you better than him,” he smirked and you pushed at his arm, trying not to laugh.
“Out with you Scarface,” you said, making your way out of the kitchen but before you could walk past the counter to go to Alex, Bucky stopped you and leaned in to whisper into your ear.
“I don’t know where this dickhead is taking you,” he murmured and you tried to ignore the shiver running down your spine, “But stay away from the northeast—you know where Steve’s territory ends? The brewery?”
“Don’t pass that, okay?”
You nodded again and made your way to Alex who was watching him with narrowed eyes and Bucky grinned, then wiped at the corner of his mouth, which looked way less innocent of a gesture than it was supposed to be.
You knew it was because of the cookie but somehow you doubted Alex would think the same with that arrogance radiating off of Bucky.
“Have her home by nine, sport.” He called out as he walked out of the bakery and you shook your head, shooting Alex an apologetic look.
“Please don’t mind him,” you said, putting your jacket on, “No one has the guts to tell him he’s not funny, so he thinks he’s hilarious.”
“I could tell.”
“So,” you smiled at him, linking your arm through his “Shall we?”
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Wolf Like Me
Prompt: Bucky finds out his “beta" best friend has been lying to him.
Pairing: Dark!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader
Word count: 4k
This is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.
Warnings: dark!fic, non-con, a/b/o dynamics.
a/n: This is my interpretation of a prompt given to me by the lovely and amazing @thanatosfic. I really hope you enjoy this, sweetie 💖 I also got inspiration from the song Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio. Give it a listen to feel the vibe.
Dream me, oh, dreamer, down to the floor
Open my hands and let them weave onto yours
Feel me, completer, down to my core
Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours
Feeding on fever, down on all fours
Show you what all the howling is for
↳ Wolf Like Me, TV on the Radio
It wasn't supposed to have got this far, your lie.
When you'd been given the chance of working as an intelligence analyst for the Avengers, you nearly died of happiness, but when you realised it was open to only Betas and Alphas, your deception had begun.
An Omega, you began taking suppressants to stop your heats and block your natural scent. You hated the way others treated your designation, as if you were inferior, at the whim of any Alphas command and needs. It was bullshit, not having control of your own life. So, you decided to fake it, so you could have a chance at a real career.
It was easy hiding it, simply taking the suppressant tablet at the same time as your daily anxiety medication. No one even batted an eye when you brought the medicine on missions, as everyone you worked with knew of your anxiety.
It felt wrong hiding who you were, especially as you became closer with each member of the Avengers. But how could you tell them? Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Peter and Thor were all Alphas, and you knew they'd think with their knots before their brains. Tony, Clint, Wanda and Bruce were Betas, but you knew they wouldn't care for your pleas, especially if one of the Alpha team members got their claws into you. You were the only Omega in the Avengers tower, and you couldn't afford to let them know.
You knew if they found out you'd lose your job, and worse, you'd lose their companionship.
It would be game over on everything you'd worked so hard for.
You'd never be able to playfully spar with Natasha again, listen to Bruce talk about scientific prospects you didn't understand, try and fail to teach Steve and Peter to cook, curl up on the couch with Bucky and watch films he missed, go on morning runs with Sam, play and lose at poker with Thor, Bruce and Tony, playfully make targets for Clint to shoot, or let Wanda teach you how to braid your hair in different styles. It would all be gone because they would see you as a precious little Omega who was no better than a hole to fill with pups.
It wasn't all their fault. It was a societal problem. But a problem, nonetheless.
Most of all, you couldn't afford to lose the friendship you'd made with Bucky.
He'd been wary of you when you'd first joined the team. And rightfully so, the man had been through a lot. He didn't trust people easily, but there was something about you that chipped away at his icy heart. You saw the way his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkled when you were around, as if he were finally feeling alive. Around you, he wasn't a weapon. He was Bucky Barnes.
Your heart ached for him when you all did public appearances. It didn't go unnoticed, the way Omegas would fawn over the other Avengers, but around Bucky would become reserved and cautious, as if he was still the Winter Solider and not a recovering prisoner of war. Bucky often came back from those events crestfallen, and you always did your best to try and bring a smile back on your friend's face.
Lines became blurred as you started to notice the way he would purposely take any chance he had to touch you, or the way his gaze turning longing when he looked at you. But you never reciprocated it. Not because you weren't interested per se, but because you knew getting involved would mean you would have to reveal yourself, and you didn't want to ruin the platonic friendship you had built and the career you worked so hard for.
Bucky Barnes was incredibly kind and sweet, and you'd revel in the comfort his warmth would give you as your curled up on the couch together, laughing and sharing popcorn after hard missions. You'd always smile at the way he'd tease you and mess your hair as he walked past you in the halls, the way he never let you pay for your iced coffee when you went on café outings, or the way he'd light up when he tried new food. It was beautiful watching Bucky Barnes become a man, not just the weapon of flesh and metal. Steve had told you he hadn't seen Bucky like this since before the war. His playful happiness with you was unlike any other friendship he had in his life.
You both trusted each other wholeheartedly, even though you were deceiving him.
The mission was compromised.
You and Steve had been sent to a Hydra base that was supposedly empty to do nothing more than receive some data and come home. Simple, right? It would have been if Hydra forces hadn't repopulated the base. While neither you nor Steve were hurt during the ordeal, you were forced to reside in a safehouse for a few days when the Quinjet was damaged, and comms systems were downed.
That would have been fine. If you had your suppressants with you. But you didn't.
Steve watched as you anxiously paced the small log cabin the morning after the incident, wringing your hands as you thought. "Hey, doll, what's going on? Hydra won't get us here."
"I— I don't have my anxiety medicine, Steve." You weren't lying. It just wasn't the whole truth either. You didn't know how long it would take for the suppressants to wear off and your breakthrough heat to arrive, but based on the warnings you were given about how to never miss a dose, something told you it wouldn't be long.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. Tony will have seen the distress beacon by now, and he should be here within two days maximum. We'll just have to sit tight." Steve said with a confused tone, clearly taken aback by your level of anxiety.
You were ready to have a panic attack. You felt as if you could self-combust.
This was bad, really bad.
"I'll be outside on the porch if you need me," you said in a rush as you scurried off, opting to sit out in the cool breeze instead of the stuffy cabin. Maybe the fresh air could help keep you calm? Wishful thinking.
There was a small log bench on the pristine porch, and you sat yourself down on it with shaky legs.
Remembering your therapist's advice, you started counting three things you could hear: the rustling of leaves, the rattling of the cabin windows, and Steve shuffling around inside.
Then three things you could smell: fresh pine from the surrounding woods, the slight burn from the wood fireplace, the growing endearing smell of Steve's vanilla scent, shit.
You shook your head, clearing your thoughts and counted three things you could see: the plethora of trees surrounding you, a small bunny hopping away, and the sun setting.
You blinked at the realisation. The sun setting? It hadn't even been midday when you'd come outside. How had you lost so much time? You gulped, throat tight and breathing heavy. At least you were a few hours closer to getting home. Although, by the way you could smell Steve's alluring scent from outside, you knew it wasn't going to be long before it was too late.
When you came back inside, the sky pitch black outside, Steve gestured for you to sit at the counter and placed a plate of pasta in front of you, his own plate already finished and sitting in the sink.
If Steve smelt anything, he didn't show any indication of it. Although the way he watched you as you ate had you on edge.
As you ate in silence, trying to remain calm, Steve excused himself to his bedroom, saying he wanted an early night.
Did he know?
Surprisingly, Steve said nothing during the time you were holed up in the cabin with him. You were sure he must have been able to smell you by now, but he said nothing, didn't even give you a second glance.
You could sure as hell smell him, and your hindbrain had already been intruding your thoughts every time you were in the same room as him.
Your heat is coming. You should snuggle with the Alpha.
You should tell him everything. Maybe he'll mate with you?
Wouldn't life be so much easier just to let everything go?
In horror, you pushed your thoughts down as far as you could, but you couldn't help the slight sheen of sweat that was starting to form as a smouldering fire began to rise in your core.
It was slow but powerful. And something told you this heat was going to be your strongest one ever.
The Quinjet sent by Tony couldn't have come fast enough, and it was luckily piloted by F.R.I.D.A.Y., meaning you didn't have to interact with anyone else.
The sooner you could get back to your apartment on the Avengers compound, the better. At least then you could put a lockdown policy with F.R.I.D.A.Y. before organising to stay with a friend for the rest of your heat.
The flight was thankfully short, but you spent the whole trip with your leg bouncing anxiously, the cramps in your abdomen starting, which almost had you keeling over.
Just a little bit more.
Bucky was sitting on his bed reading as he heard the familiar sound of the Quinjet landing. Finally, his two favourite people were back.
With a yawn and stretch, he finished off his chapter before marking his place, ambling his way into the shared kitchen and living space. "Hey Stevie, mission go well?" He asked as he clapped the man on the back, a signature grin on his lips.
The odd smell in the compound had Bucky's nostrils flaring, but he simply thought they must have had an Omega guest come through when he wasn't paying attention.
"Yeah, yeah. Went great, actually," Steve said as they walked back to Steve's room, Bucky plopping down on his bed as they went over the mission details.
As Bucky listened, his mind wandered to all the times he'd been on Steve's bed before, sobbing to him. Steve had spent countless nights comforting Bucky as he wailed, broken over how he could never get an Omega of his own, how maybe he could be happy with you, a Beta. But then the nights turned into comforting him when Bucky had told him you weren't returning his advances.
"I'm broken, Steve. No one could ever love an Alpha like me. Not even the one girl I trust more than anything."
When Steve came out of his wardrobe, Bucky snapped out his thoughts.
Changed out of his uniform, Steve picked up a small black zipped pouch off his dresser and tossed it to Bucky. "Hey, I forgot I meant to give this to Y/N, but she said she wasn't feeling well and rushed off before I could give it to her. I've got a heap of mission reports to do. Think you could go give it to her for me?"
Bucky's brows furrowed. You're unwell? "Uh, yeah, sure." The concern in his tone was evident, and Bucky saw Steve's lips almost quirk into a smirk for a moment.
"You're the best, Buck."
Bucky gave a brief smile and took the pouch, starting to make his way to your apartment. He was tempted to open the bag and have a look at what Steve had for you, but as the elevator doors opened on your floor, the aroma he had smelt earlier hit him like a tonne of bricks. And as his heavy steps neared your door, the odour just got stronger and stronger until it was all he could process.
His mouth watered as he tilted his head back and took a deep breath in. It was by far the best thing he had ever smelt in his life. He was surrounded by a harmonic blend of lavender, pear and coconut… And something about the sweet smell reminded him of strawberries and whipped cream.
Bucky's mind flashed back to one of your movie nights where you'd made a fruit platter with him, which had turned into a mess once Bucky had started spraying the whipped cream in your hair, eliciting delightful squeals from you.
God, the smell was so good. It left him wanting to do nothing more than devour you like the good little Omega you were.
The thought left Bucky staggering back from your apartment door. Omega. You smell like an Omega.
You're an Omega.
Bucky's fists clenched when he recalled all those nights where you'd rushed for your tablets. He should have known. You were taking fucking suppressants.
Anger and betrayal burned inside Bucky like an uncontrollable wildfire in a dry outback.
All this time, he's had an Omega right by his side. His best friend. Lying to him. Denying him. How could he have missed this?
An uncontrollable growl escaped his lips as his mind spiralled. Why didn't you want him? It was because he's broken, isn't it? A laughable man, trying to be an Alpha.
He questioned everything – were your smiles at him real? Did you even want to be around him? Were you disgusted to call yourself his friend? After all, who could ever want the Winter Soldier, his Handler had once mocked him.
Letting a guttural sound, Bucky's vibranium fist collided with the hallway wall, plaster splintering and covering his arm with a fine layer of white dust.
Bucky's heart was hammering in his chest as he mulled over the situation, but with each passing moment of your intoxicating scent surrounding him, his resolve became obsolete.
With his last sense of self-control, he checked what was in the bag Steve had given him, and a sick grin spread across his lips at the sight of its contents.
You smelt Bucky before you heard him. A blend of bergamot and rose backed by a rich oriental woodsy smell attacked your senses, the combination a perfect balance between soft and bold, leaving your thighs gushing with slick.
You had to get out of here.
But the moment you heard the sound of metal colliding with the wall, you knew you were done for.
You threw the last of your items into your duffle bag and zipped it up with haste, slinging it over your shoulder as your cramps had you folding over.
Everything in your mind screamed for you to go back to bed and nest.
But you had to leave.
For a moment, you almost considered climbing out the window, but trying to scale a building on its upper floors while in the throes of your heat would likely be more dangerous than it was worth.
With a huff, you decided you'd have to run for it.
But as you rushed for the front door, ready to bolt, the door slammed open. Before you could react, you were slammed against the wall by a towering figure. Bucky.
Except this doesn't look like the Bucky you know.
No, this is a feral Alpha with wild dilated eyes and a sneer on his face.
You can't help but whimper as he harshly pins your hands to the walls with his own, your bones throbbing painfully under the grip. His scent is overwhelming now. And everything in your brain wants to love it, but you just can't because this is Bucky, your friend. Not your Alpha.
The snarl that comes from Bucky sends shivers through your body, your mind blanking for a moment in pure terror.
A rabbit caught in a snare.
"You little fuckin' bitch, takin' my trust and thowin' it in the fuckin' dirt." Bucky pulled your body forward and slammed it back against the wall, your vision going blurry for a moment as your head pulsates painfully. "You enjoy toyin' with me, huh? Think I'm not good enough to give you pups, is that it? Too broken to be your Alpha?"
Beneath all the pure rage bubbling out of his pores, you could see the twinge of hurt, Bucky's eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"B-Bucky, I—" You tried, but before you could get the words out, his metal hand latched around your throat, leaving you breathless and your world hazy.
"I bet you want Steve's pups, huh? 'Wanna be mated with him, be his good little Omega," the hate and jealousy dripping from his words had you reeling and clawing at his hand, your breathing wheezing as your lungs were empty.
"Well, it doesn't matter, little Rabbit. You're mine." The animalistic growl that filled the room sent your mind reeling and senses into overdrive.
Bucky ripped the bag from your shoulder and tossed it across the room, the grip around your neck loosening to allow gasping breaths. But there was little reprieve as he dragged you to your bedroom.
You watched Bucky frowned at the sight of your room, taking note of the made bed, but no nest. He gave you a burning glare as he tossed you onto the mattress, licking his lips as you scurried back against the headboard.
"No!" You cried out, hot tears running down your cheeks, but all your body could process was Alpha is upset, comfort him.
"You dare deny your Alpha, little Rabbit?" Bucky shed himself of his clothes as he slinked towards you, a wolf cornering his catch.
The mix of smells in the room – your terror mixed with his angst and lust – had the room spinning and your limbs weak.
You watched as he freed his cock from his boxers, gasping at the way it sprung out and stood proudly, tip red and already leaking with precum.
"Bucky, please… Don't do this!" You wailed as he reached the bed, screeching as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you down the bed.
As he tore your clothes off you fought him, slapping and punching against any point you could.
"Enough. Stop." His command had you freezing, hindbrain instantly submitting despite wanting to run.
Tears were still running down your cheeks as he manoeuvred you, so you were naked and on your back, body presented to him.
"You have no idea how much I've thought about this moment," he whispered as he leant over your body, scenting you as you whimpered.
Everything became a blur of Bucky as his hands were all over you, palming every piece of flesh as he kept nuzzling against your scent gland.
This is exactly what you were scared of. Why you'd hidden in the first place.
Your legs unconsciously opened for him, presenting your wet glistening pussy as your body begged for you to let him mark you, claim you. Your heat was getting stronger, and you were quickly losing any semblance of control you had left.
"That's a good girl. You want your Alpha's knot?"
You hated the way your body shivered with want, your core burning at the thought.
A harsh grip to your chin brought you back to reality as Bucky's eyes bored into yours. "I asked you a question. Do you want your Alpha's knot?"
The aroma in the air was quickly turning to pure arousal as innate desires took over both of you.
The voice that came out of you was not yours. It was pure Omega. "Yes, Alpha."
Satisfied, Bucky released your aching jaw and quickly positioned himself at your entrance, revelling in the way your body was shining with a layer of sweat, warmth radiating off you.
He held the base of his length as he rubbed it between your folds, your body shuddering with a mewl each time he brushed past your clit.
"I've waited long enough," Bucky groaned as he started pushing into your waiting heat, a slither of curses falling past his lips as he felt your walls quivering around his cock.
The stretch was painful. You'd never taken an Alpha's cock before, and Bucky's thick girth had you swirling with a mix of pleasure and pain. Tears sprung past your eyes as you lamented, fingers clawing against the bedsheets below as Bucky bottomed out inside you.
He gave you no time to adjust as he started snapping his hips, pounding into you with a feral fervour that had you seeing stars.
The pace was relentless, your breath hitching with each punishing thrust as you watched Bucky's dark eyes focus on your neck.
You writhed, mewling in a mixture of desire and fear as Bucky leaned over you, his hips not stopping for a moment as he licked your mating gland.
Suddenly everything became white noise as you realised what was about to happen. Your hands moved to Bucky's chest, attempting to push him back, but he was like stone.
The world stopped on its axis the moment Bucky's teeth grazed against your neck. You couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't smell. All you could feel was his canines against your burning skin.
And the moment he sank his teeth into your mating gland, the world exploded into fireworks, and the orgasm it ripped from you sent shockwaves through every muscle in your body.
You couldn't even hear yourself scream as the bite took hold, bonding you to Bucky forever.
You were awash with his emotions of hurt, anger, lust and satisfaction as his jaw held firm, ensuring the mark would take.
You could feel him like never before. He was a part of you, and you part of him.
As you returned to reality, you could feel the swell of Bucky's knot beginning to catch at your entrance, his thrusts becoming more erratic and bruising.
He finally relaxed his jaw, lapping up your blood as his deep gravelly voice filled the room. "Mine. My Omega. My Bunny."
Bucky clung to your body possessively as his knot locked your bodies together, his head tilting back with a husky moan as his cock pulsated, his cum painting your walls. You were left speechless as he filled you, the hot pain in your core calming with each passing moment.
He held you close as you both panted, your brain still a mess with sensory overload. But beneath it all, you could feel the way your heart beat in time with Bucky's, your bodies harmonic.
As his knot released you, Bucky got off the bed and moved towards his clothes.
Panic surged through you, and you quickly sat up. Alpha is leaving me.
"I'm not leaving, Bunny. Hang on," Bucky cooed, pulling something from his pant pocket.
A black pouch. You tilted your head in confusion at him, but as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a navy-blue collar with gold stitching, your eyes went wide.
"I got my vibranium arm as a gift to new beginnings. Leaving my old self behind," Bucky started, approaching you slowly as he held up the collar. "This is your new beginning, Bunny."
You watched in awe as Bucky leant before you, shifting your hair so he could clip the collar around your neck.
You hated to admit it. But it made you feel safe. Alpha loves you.
"But if you ever lie to me again, Bunny, I'll make you fuckin' regret it."
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Can I request a fic from your 🍁 prompts list? With dialogue 42 and 24? Maybe with a Roommate!Bucky? Thank youuuuuuu!!
I hope this is what you were looking for! Thank you for your request love!
24: Your feet are fuckin' cold!
42: Can we just snuggle and watch a movie instead?
Warnings: Cuteness, implied smut
As always, 18+ only, Minors DNI
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You were humming and swaying in the kitchen, waiting for your muffins to be done in the oven when a half-asleep Bucky stumbled in.
“Good morning,” you sang. It was a particularly good morning because it was the first day of fall, and it was raining. The temperatures outside had dropped fantastically overnight and you were finally comfortable in your sweat pants and baggy Henley shirt you had stolen from Bucky a few months ago.
“Yup,” he grunted as he took a mug down from the cabinet. He poured a stout cup of coffee and held it in both hands, eyes glazed over staring into the distance. You knew better than to interrupt him and just smiled, patting his hip with your hand as you slid past him in the narrow space.
“Ooohhh, perfect,” you said as you pulled out a tin of apple cinnamon muffins, one of your personal favorites reserved for autumn. Bucky reached for one and you grabbed his hand before he could make contact. “Don’t! It’s like four hundred degrees! I’ll bring you one in a second.” He didn’t let go of your hand and your cheeks tinted pink.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, kissing your knuckles before letting go and shuffling to the couch. He sat down in his favorite spot on the end, propped his feet on the coffee table, and took a long sip of coffee.
It wasn’t like you and Bucky didn’t flirt. In fact, once he had come home absolutely shmacked after a night out with Steve and Sam and told you he loved you and wanted to take you out. You, of course, said yes if he remembered in the morning. Which he did not. So you didn’t say anything, but after that you flirted without reservation.
After carefully moving the muffins onto a plate and allowing them to cool for a minute, you took them into the living room. “Here, hon.” You picked one up and handed it to a more awake Bucky.
He took a large bite and his eyes fluttered closed. “Damn that’s good,” he said, trying to talk around the muffin.
“They’re my favorites. So, what do you want to do today since we’re both off work? You wanna tackle a project around here?” You hoped he wanted to be lazy today, but you weren’t willing to make that call first.
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Can we just snuggle and watch a movie instead?”
You had a brilliant idea. “Oh, yeah, we can watch a movie. I don’t know about snuggling though…that’s a part of the Boyfriend package. Unfortunately, your subscription is only for the Roommate package.”
He raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, really. Well do I qualify to upgrade?”
“Hmmm…my records indicate you might…” You couldn’t hide your smile. Just then, a glint came into his eyes that made you nervous. He set down his coffee and turned toward you, resting his forearms on his thighs.
“Might?” he said lowly.
You just nodded. The sight of him staring you down like that made your brain a little fuzzy. Suddenly, his hands reached out and started tickling your sides. “BUCKYYYY!” you squealed. You thrashed around, but he was too strong. After a few seconds of laughing and wriggling, you fell onto the floor and scooted away from him. You hopped up and dashed away to put the kitchen island between you and him. He leaped up and chased you around and around through the apartment. You managed to dodge him until you made a fatal mistake and ran into his bedroom. There was no way out after that. He grabbed you by the waist and flung you down on the mattress, climbing up after you. He pinned your wrists above your head and started to tickle you again.
“Ok, ok!” you screamed. “I give up! You qualify, yes!”
The hand at your side moved away, but the one holding your hands didn’t. His free hand came up to cup your cheek. “Are you sure? Would you be my girlfriend, Y/n?” he asked quietly and earnestly, suddenly serious again.
You caught your breath and looked into his nervous eyes. “Yeah, I’d love to. And since you wanted to upgrade I’d love to snuggle and watch a movie.” You giggled at the look he gave you. He bent forward the rest of the way and kissed you softly, letting go of your hands. He got off you and helped you stand up, holding your hand again and leading you to the couch.
The two of you settled down, his arm around your shoulders and a blanket laid over both of you. After all that excitement you were a little sleepy, so you kicked off your socks and snuggled down, wrapping your legs around his.
Suddenly, he yelped. “Your feet are fuckin’ cold!” he cried. You shoved your cold feet between his calves and he hissed.
“That’s part of the boyfriend package, babe. No downgrading on the same day.” You smirked up at him and he just shook his head.
“I guess that’s a fair deal. Kiss me, darlin’,” he demanded before pulling you up to straddle his lap and claiming your mouth again. He found several ways to warm you up that day, all of which were very enjoyable exclusives in the Boyfriend Package.
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Summary: Bucky finds out the truth.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)
“I’ll get it,” Steve told you.
He went off to the front door. He opened the door thinking it’d be one of the neighbors dropping off yet another casserole. It’s not. It’s far from it.
“Bu—?” Steve said.
A metal fist collided with his jaw and forced the super soldier to turn 180° and drop to the ground. A squeal followed by giggles and clapping from tiny hands.
“James?!” you exclaimed.
“I’m not even sorry,” Bucky said stepping over the man on the floor. “I feel no remorse.”
He pulled the six month old out of the walker and held him close. He then went over to the kitchen table and sat down in Steve’s spot. He sat your little one in his lap. You’re in complete shock.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve hissed as he finally gained his bearings and got up off the floor.
“Don’t get blood on the floor, Steven,” Bucky said with a glare.
“You knocked out a tooth,” Steve said with a bloody tooth in his hand.
“That’s what you get for being a lying dumbass,” Bucky sassed.
You closed the front door and helped Steve into the kitchen. He’s very much still in a bit of shock. Bucky obviously knocked out the blond for a good few seconds.
You get Steve a paper towel to hold to his bleeding wound which is his lip and where his bottom right canine was. You also grabbed the frozen peas out of the freezer and wrapped a clean kitchen towel around it. You gave it to your husband and made Bucky a plate of pancakes and sausage.
“You didn’t have to punch him,” you said putting a plate of pancakes in front of him.
Bucky gave you a look that told you otherwise. You kissed his temple.
“I’m glad you finally decided to visit me… after two years,” you said.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said softly.
You took his head into hands and kissed his forehead.
“He can have very small pieces of food,” you informed.
Bucky nodded. You moved back over to the stove by your husband.
“Why are you sweet on him?” Steve asked. “He punched me.”
“You’ll be fine, Honey. And I want him to feel welcomed and loved. I missed having him around,” you said.
“He’s giving our child a whole pancake,” Steve pointed out.
“Bucky,” you scolded.
“Your dad is such a snitch,” Bucky grumbled to your son.
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the bodyguard | part 5
summary: part 5 | the kiss & the regret & the realization | after a phone call ruined the moment you've been so desperately hoping for, you're now being rushed from your apartment and thrown into a situation you weren't quite prepared for.
warnings: 18+ ONLY | smut!!! (IT'S HEREEEEEE; fingering, reader is on the pill, praise kink, pet names, sweet sweet luv making), fluff, angst, mentions of stalker, cuss words, aaaahhhh!!!!
eighteen plus only ~ by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
“Y/N, please. Please just trust me.” He whispers as he squeezes your hand and you silently nod before jumping off the couch and packing a small bag.
You quickly pack a bag of necessities and quickly meet James in the hallway and he’s back in his usual bodyguard attire.
“Ready?” He asks and you nod your head.
He quickly ushers you into an unmarked car and he climbs in the back seat with you. Two guys up front hand him a package and he begins to look through it.
“What is that?” You ask and no one answers you.
“Hello? Can someone please tell me the fuck is going —“
“They know where you live. This was just dropped off. It’s pictures of you going to dinner the other night, at dinner, and then pictures of us walking into your building. They followed us back to your apartment. They know where you live, Y/N.”
James looks at you very seriously. You feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach and tears forming in your eyes. This whole situation just began to feel very real.
You quickly turn to look out the window to gather yourself. Your breathing begins to pick up and James can tell through the darkness of the car you are scared. He reaches his hand out and grabs yours just like he did a few moments ago in your apartment. You glance down and then over to him. He offers a small smile as he squeezes your hand for reassurance.
You two hold hands for the rest of the car ride. You are taken to a hotel right outside the city. One of the other guys takes you to your room as James meets up with a few other people you assume to be the secret service.
You sit down on the edge of the bed and try to understand what the hell is going on when a knock at your door scares you. You sit there for a few more seconds until a familiar voice speaks out.
You quickly run to the door and open it.
“Hi.” You say as you open the door.
“Hi. Are you okay?” James asks.
You signal for him to come in which he does.
“You’ll be safe here. I promise.” He says as he steps inside just enough for you to close the door.
You nod your head but for some reason, the tears begin to form once more and fall down your cheek.
Something inside him snaps, as he can’t stand to see you like this. He immediately grabs you and pulls you into him, he knows he shouldn’t but he doesn’t care. He knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to hold you.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to protect you, doll.” He whispers.
The pet name gives you instant butterflies as you wrap your arms around him and you two hold each other for minutes.
He allows you to softly sob into his chest while he runs his hands up and down your back. You eventually calm yourself down and look up to James.
You weren’t sure if it was the flood of emotions, or his scent, or just the fact you’ve wanted to kiss him since you saw him.
You pull him down into you and he doesn’t hesitate as he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is slow. His lips feel like they look, soft. His hands find your hips as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You slowly back him into the wall and he moans slightly as you push him up against it.
“Doll —“ he begins.
“James. Just — just kiss me.” You demand.
He does just that. He now controls the kiss with his tongue and dominates your mouth. Your hands move to his jacket and begin to push it off. You realize that this isn’t a good idea but you don’t care. You just want him.
“Doll, I want to do this. Oh god, do I want to do this…but,” he says as he pulls away.
“But what?” You ask as you furrow your brows.
“You’ve had a long day. You’re stressed. You’re emotional. I don’t want to be something you regret in the morning.”
His words are like daggers. You can’t imagine why on earth he would think you’d regret spending a night with him but you knew he was right. This wasn’t appropriate.
He’s your bodyguard. He’s supposed to protect you. Not fuck you.
“Jesus, James, I’m sorry.” You say as you walk further into your room.
“No, please. Don’t apologize.” He begs.
You turn away from him but he grabs ahold of your hand pulling you back into him.
"I like you, and I— I can’t, and I don't know what to do, so just be patient with me?" He pleads.
You stand there amazed he just admitted feelings for you. You feel the same, and you think he knows that but you can't form the words to tell him that. He stands there silently for a few seconds and turns to leave.
“Yes?” He quickly turns to face you.
“Will... will you just stay with me?” Your voice shakes as you’re still scared.
“Of course.” He nods and slips off his jacket.
You climb into bed and he follows you. You turn on your side and he slinks up behind you and wraps his big arm around your stomach, pulling you into him. Your body immediately relaxes with his touch. This man does something to you that no one else has ever been able to do.
Calm you down.
You know you’re in trouble, but you don't care. You like him too much. He holds you close as your eyes begin to flutter shut.
“I like you too and I certainly wouldn’t regret anything with you.” You whisper.
“Go to sleep, doll.” He responds as he pulls you closer, his kisses the top of your head as you slowly drift into sleep.
You wake up the next morning alone. It hits you that you are in a random hotel room and not your comfortable apartment. It also hits you that you tried to have sex with your bodyguard last night.
“Nice,” you quietly berate yourself.
You spend the day in your room. You don’t see or talk to James. You hear from Ron who informs you that you won’t be returning to your apartment anytime soon. You begin to ask about James and where he is but stop yourself. You don’t want him to get in trouble and you don’t want this to be a thing. The next morning you quickly get ready and are met by James in the lobby.
“Good morning.” You say.
Where the fuck have you been? Where were you yesterday? Why didn’t you stay the night?
Are a few of the things you wanted to say but didn’t.
“Morning, ma’am.” He nods.
You whence at the formality leaving his lips. You’ve really fucked up. In the car, you receive a call from Walker. He apologizes about the other night and as you’re staring at James through your tinted sunglasses an idea pops into your head.
“That’s ok, Walker.”
“You know, I missed you on Saturday night. Nothing like a few Saturdays ago...” you give it your best flirty voice.
You glance to see James’s reaction.
Unbothered. He is unbothered.
Walker rambles on and you eventually give up your act. You hang up and sigh silently to yourself. You glance up at James again and he’s smirking.
He knew what you were trying to do.
The next few days you and James barely talk.
Other than greetings and good nights, no serious conversation has been had. This annoys you. You want to talk about the other night and the kiss you shared.
Well, really you want to slam him into a wall and do it again but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen anytime soon.
After another day of barely any communication from the man you've slowly become fascinated by... maybe Josh was right and you do have a thing for men you can't have.
You sigh as you walk into your room. It’s late on a Thursday night and you can’t tell if this has been the longest day of your life or the worst. Or both.
You are tired of being in this hotel room. You’re tired of having bodyguards. You’re tired of liking a guy who can’t like you back. You’re tired of him not talking to you.
You begin to pick up your phone and call him to your room and cuss him out for acting like a child but you decide against it. Instead, you decide to drink yourself to sleep.
You flip on some music and turn the volume all the way up. You make yourself a very strong vodka sour and dance along to your music to try and forget about your shitty situation.
The blaring of music and 4 or 5 drinks later prohibits you from hearing your door open and close. You’re dancing around in your hotel living room and almost spill your drink as you turn to see James standing a few feet from you.
“Hi,” he says.
“Oh, Jesus. Hi.”
“Your music is loud.” He states
“What?” You ask and he chuckles.
He walks over and turns the music down and you roll your eyes.
You notice he isn’t in his work clothes so this must be a personal visit.
“Did you come just to turn my music down?” You ask
“I came to see if there was a party I wasn’t invited to.” He sarcastically replies.
“Yeah, there is.”
“Oh? A party for one?” He raises his eyebrow.
“Well it could’ve been a party for two but you haven’t spoken to me all week so, yeah, a party for one.” You finish off your drink and place it down on the table.
He chuckles at you.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” He nods
“The other night. You said you like me but you can’t. What does that mean? Is this a usual thing for you? Liking the women you protect?”
James smirks. He loves your sass and you’re feeling awfully sassy right now. You cock your head in anticipation of his answer. You knew what you were doing. You just wanted him to play along.
“No, ma’am.” He smiles.
That asshole. You roll your eyes.
“That’s it? Really?” You ask.
“What? What do you want me to say?” He asks as he takes a step into you. This forces you to take a step back.
“I want you to tell me why you can’t like me.”
He takes another step into you.
“I did. It’s against protocol.”
“For the secret service! You aren’t secret service! You’re just some type of bodyguard they hired!” He notices the annoyance in your voice and he snickers once more.
Your butt brushes against the table as James slowly creeps towards you more and more. Eventually, he is standing right before you as he has backed you against the table and you watch as he glances down at your lips and backs up to you.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble.” His voice is so low it sends chills down your back.
“Me? Why would you get me in trouble?”
“I can’t imagine the President would approve of you sleeping with your bodyguard.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“I think the President has better things to worry about than my sex life.” You joke and he lets out a dry laugh.
Silence falls between the two of you and you pray he makes the first move. He stares at you and then at your lips once more.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about the other night.” He whispers.
You feel your heart begin to race.
“I want you so bad. So. Fuckin'. Bad.” He says as he leans in closer. His accent thickens with the expletive.
You feel the wetness already collecting in your underwear as he glides a hand up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw in his giant hand.
“Do you want this?” He asks.
All you can do is nod your head.
“Words, doll.” He whispers.
“Please.” You practically whimper.
He leans in and his kiss is sloppy and wet. Your tongues fighting for dominance which eventually he wins. You moan into him and this immediately makes him hard. You’re so captivated by his kiss that you don’t realize he unzips your skirt and pulls it off with your underwear in one motion. He hoists you up on the table and moves his lips to your neck and begins to unbutton your blouse.
Your heart is practically beating out of your chest. You have been wanting this since the second you saw him.
You whine as he sucks at your sensitive skin.
“Is that your sweet spot, pretty girl?” He teases between kisses
“Ri-right there” you pant as your hands run through his hair.
He pulls your shirt off and now you do the same. You unbutton his shirt and practically rip it off. He’s wearing his bulletproof vest underneath and you stop having no idea what to do with it.
He chuckles as he pulls it off and gently kisses your forehead.
Your hands land on his chest and you’re mesmerized by how fucking built he is.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say and he blushes.
“Stop-“ he groans and attempts to kiss you again but you pull away.
“I’m serious. You are so fucking hot, holy shit. This can’t be real life.” You laugh.
He blushes once more. You can tell he isn’t used to these types of compliments. Which amazes you as he seriously is the hottest man you’ve ever seen, let alone been with.
“Thank you.” He whispers.
“You may proceed now,” you say with a smirk as you pull him back into you.
His cold hands land on your knees and he opens up your legs. His hand is quickly on your hot center and your eyes practically roll back in your head.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He murmurs.
He begins rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushes one finger inside of you.
“Shit!” You moan and he smirks.
“You okay, sweet girl?” He looks up to check.
“More,” you moan.
He enters another finger and you already feel the knot in your stomach.
“James — Oh… fuck,” you whimper as your head falls onto his chest.
He continues pumping his fingers in and out of you as your thighs begin to shake. Right before you come apart for him he pulls out his fingers and you groan at the loss. You pull away from him to watch as he sucks on the fingers that were inside of you.
“So fucking sweet, can't wait to get another taste.” he hums.
He pulls you off the table and carries you to the bed. He gently places you on the edge and you unbutton his pants and slowly pull them down. He steps out of them and then stops.
"Shit, fuck, I don't have a condom." He curses himself.
"It's fine. It's fine. I'm on the pill." You insist as you begin to palm his cock in the process and he lets out a soft moan.
You look up at him innocently and he is biting down on his lip. As if this man couldn’t get any sexier. He slips off his boxers and pushes you back onto the bed. He kisses you softly and pulls away.
“Are you sure?” He asks, it's so sincere and genuine and if you weren't already soaking the sheets you would be now.
“James, I’ve wanted to do this since the second I saw you.” You remind him of how desperate you’ve been for his touch.
He chuckles at your admission and kisses you once more. You feel one hand glide down your body as then he lifts his cock into you. He slowly guides himself inside of you and you throw your head back with a small whine.
“You’re so tight. Fuck. You feel so good, doll.” He moans into your ear.
He gives you a second to adjust to his length and slowly begins thrusting in and out. Your hands grasp his shoulders as this is the best yet most painful feeling you’ve ever experienced. He sees you grimace and he stops.
“Doll, are you okay?” He questions
“Don’t stop — please, you're just so huge,” you beg and he continues.
You begin moaning his name and this forces him to thrust harder and quicker. He loved the sound of his name leaving his lips.
“You’re so good, baby doll. Fucking shit, I could live right here.” He groans as his thrusts get sloppier.
"James, please, please, I'm so close," you whine.
"Fuck, thought about this every night since I saw you. So fuckin' good for me, doll. So fuckin' perfect." He praises.
He nuzzles his head into your neck and begins sucking as the same spot from earlier. The coil from your stomach quickly returns as this new sensation overcomes your body. As James sucks and hits your spot repeatedly your moans get louder.
“Fuck, James, baby — I’m —“ are the only words you get out between pants.
"Good girl, Y/N. Such a good fuckin' girl for me." He grunts.
James pulls away to watch you fall apart for him and that’s enough for him. With a few more thrusts James begins to shake and pulls out and comes all over your stomach. He falls beside you and you both catch your breath for a few seconds. James quickly stands up and runs to grab a towel. He comes back and cleans his mess off of you and throws the towel onto the floor. He climbs back up the bed and pulls you into him. He runs his hands through your hair and places several kisses along your forehead.
“That was…amazing.” You whisper.
You glance up at him and he’s smiling down at you.
“You’re amazing.” He says.
For a moment you forget what’s happening. You forget he’s your bodyguard that you’ve only known for a few weeks. You forget you're in a hotel room and not your apartment. You forget that someone is stalking you and possibly trying to kill you. You forget your job and your life. It’s just you and James. Together. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips and then fall back down into him.
You wrap your arm around his stomach and hold him tightly. You listen to the sound of his heartbeat inside of his chest and you think of the life you could have if it wasn’t for your job.
A few minutes pass and James finally speaks up.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
His favorite question to ask you.
You glance up and smile,
“I’ve never been better, James.”
The two of you lay there for a little while longer until you eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.
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