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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How about dbf bucky catching you masturbating? Like you don't know he is there in the house and you thought your dad was out, so you're just in your room, fucking frustrated and trying to release some of that frustrations by getting yourself off, but it's just not working out bcz of the stress and you're even more frustrated. He hears your whimpers and at first he's worried but as he moves closer, he releases what they really are and he's like oh fuck me. And there's always been a lot of tension between you two and then he hears a moan of his name so he just goes and leans by the door with a smirk on face waiting for you to notice and when you finally do, you're all on fire, cheeks flushing and heat radiating bcz oh shit he just caught you moaning his name and you just stop and he's like "oh gorgeous, don't stop on my account."
Avhshdhdjk idk what to do with thisssss
Summary// "Do you want me?"
Warnings// Filth, barely any plot, just filth, oral (f receiving, brief mutual masturbation, light praise kink, light hair pulling kink, cursing, age gap (reader mid 20s bucky mid 30s)
AU// dbf!bucky x f!reader
Note// I didn't expect this to get as long as it did 🥴🥴
Bucky called out for your dad when he walked in the front door, toeing his boots off. Both cars still parked in the driveway, but no answer when he walked in.
He could hear faint noises coming from upstairs, focusing his hearing on the quiet whimpers and whines before creeping up the stairs. "You alright up here?" He said, not getting an answer again as he rounded the banister. Eyes meeting with something he didn't quite expect.
Bucky's mouth went dry, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you laid back against your pillows with your hand between your thighs.
He started to back away unnoticed, the next sound that left your lips bringing him to the realization his feelings weren't one sided. That he wasn't the only who felt the tension every time hugs lasted a little too long, or lips knocked closer together than normal for a cheek kiss.
"Buck-" the whimper of his name was cut off by a desperate whine as he leaned against the door frame, his cock stirring in his jeans.
You nearly jumped out of the bed when you noticed the brunette in your doorway. Arms folded against his thick chest, sleeves of his sweatshirt straining at the seams around the corded muscles of his right and sleek metal of his left.
"Bucky- I-" you stammered, cheeks burning as his denim blues watched your every move. A sly smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, no, sugar. Keep going. You moaning my name is the sweetest sound I've ever heard."
Bucky's voice was low, laced with lust as he took another step further into the room.
You swallowed thickly, watching him with wide eyes as he moved to stand at the end of your bed. Eyes raking down your exposed form as he leaned down to press his hands into the mattress on either side of your hips.
"Do you want me?" Those four words had your heart beating erratically, blood rushing in your ears making it hard to believe he'd even said them. "W-what?" You mustered out, pressing your thighs together tightly.
"I said- do you want me." He repeated, getting a quick nod in response. "Show me, fuck your fingers." He smirked. "It's not working." You huffed, Bucky shaking his head at you as he wedged his hand between your thighs. Parting them to look at your glistening folds. "Keep trying, sweets."
The bed dipped under his weight when he kneeled on the edge, moving to sit on his heels between your knees. The fabric of his jeans stretching around his thick thighs. "Go on, nothing to be shy about."
Your hand slipped back down between your legs, hesitating to ease two fingers back into your heat as Bucky watched intently. His bottom lip disappearing behind his teeth as his right hand caressed and kneaded the inside of your thigh. His left going to prod at his belt.
Bucky noticed how you chewed your bottom lip as he tugged at the leather and fastening of his jeans and the way your free hand fisted the sheet under you. Your breath stuttering when his pants and briefs had been shoved down, metallic hand wrapping around his thick shaft.
"Fuck," you breathed out, eyes staying trained on the reddened tip that leaked precum as you rocked your hips against your hand.
Fisting over himself, Bucky watched the work your fingers did. Your thighs tensing and relaxing, bottom lip bit harshly between your bottom teeth as you let out a frustrated whine.
"Keep going, sugar. Look so fuckin' gorgeous." His gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine, adding to the overwhelming ache in your core as your hand reached to tug the hem of his shirt. "Take it off." You murmured, a cocky smirk tugging his lips as he reached back to pull his sweatshirt off. Dropping it to the floor beside your bed.
You were starting to get more frustrated. The pressure in your abdomen ready to be set off, but your own fingers unable to do the job. "Buck-" you huffed out, looking at him with pleading eyes that he easily gave into.
"I've got you, sweet girl. Just relax." Bucky assured, standing from the bed long enough to kick his jeans and briefs off before settling on his front between your legs. Lifting them to rest on his shoulders.
Your fingers fiddled with the sheet under you, waiting for him to do something as he peppered kisses to the insides of your thighs. "This is so fucked up." You said with a dry laugh. "Hm, feels good though." Bucky quipped, grazing his teeth to the supple flesh he'd just sucked a mark into.
You went to agree, the words dying off in your throat when his tongue plunged into your cunt. A gasped out moan passing your lips as the muscle stroked your walls.
Bucky's eyes fluttered shut, groaning against your folds and gripping your hips to hold you closer. His mouth lifting to lock his lips around your clit. Massaging the bud with languid licks. "Fuck- fuck, Bucky." You panted, your back already starting to arch from the mattress.
He licked his lips as he lifted his head, the tightening dying off as you groaned in frustrations. "Taste s'good, sweets. Just like candy." He chuckled, moving up your body as he pressed wet kisses to your skin in spots.
"You're horrible." You exhaled, resting a hand over your eyes for a moment. "Want you to cum on my cock." He mumbled, nipping your lips with his until you moved your hand. Your heart beat picking up again, as you looked into his darkened blues. Irises a dark ring around his blown pupils.
Sitting back on his heels again, Bucky tapped his tip against your sensitive bud, groaning when your thighs twitched slightly. "Don't tease me, James." You sighed, feeling the swollen head slip through your folds, catching on your entrance.
"M'not teasing, baby. Promise." He said softly, letting out a deep moan as he watched the way you stretched around him when he eased in. A mixture of a moan and sigh passing your lips.
"Fucking tight-" he grunted, leaning on his forearms as his hips rolled into yours. "Faster." You whined, lifting your legs higher on his waist.
Bucky's pace picked up the moment you said it, thrusts becoming harder and quicker as your fingers laced in the back of his short hair. Moans and pants shamelessly falling from your mouth as you gave his hair a harsh tug. A shudder rolling down his back, going straight to the building pressure at his base.
His head tipped back in a groan before he breathed out a delighted laugh. Bionic hand moving to squeeze your hair in his fingers, head dipping down to nip the skin of your jaw. "Keep doing shit like that and I won't last long, darling."
Bucky sat straighter again, hands going to your hips to lift them higher. The new angle letting him fuck into the sweet spot deepest in your cunt, your hands reaching out for anything to hold onto. Finding his wrists as your head tipped back against the pillows.
"Oh, God, Bucky-" you nearly sobbed, the tightening in your lower belly cresting higher and higher with every drive into your cunt. The rougher pace fogging your mind as your fingers curled into metal and flesh wrists.
"Make a mess on my cock, sweet girl. Squeezin' me s'fucking tight, goddamn." Bucky groaned, his grip on you bruising as you mewled.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast. Harder than any you had experienced before as your vision blanked for a moment, his name mixed with a string of curses a broken chant rolling off of your tongue as warmth flooded your veins.
"S'good, sucha' good girl." He panted, pushing in once more before his spend coated your walls. Muscles of his abdomen and thighs tensing as a guttural moan pulled from his throat.
You whimpered softly at the empty feeling when he pulled out, Bucky's heavy body laying next to you with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to figure out through the haziness in your head if you had dreamt the whole thing. The sturdy metal of his left hand on your shaky thigh reminding you that it was all reality. "That was perfect, sugar." He hummed, thumb brushing back and forth.
"Would definitely do it again." You exhaled. "Agreed." Bucky said, groaning lightly as he rolled to prop himself up on his elbow. "What's your dad's car still doing out front?"
You blinked your eyes open and turned your head to look at him. "Mine's broke down. He got called into work so I took him- time is it?"
You grabbed Bucky's wrist, turning it to look at his watch. "Oh, shit- I gotta go pick him up." You cursed, forgetting about the wobble of your legs until you stood from the bed.
"You okay?" Bucky teased, sitting on the edge as he pulled his shirt back on. "Yeah, I'm good. You can't-"
"I'm not telling your dad." He chuckled, stealing the words you were going to say. "Good, good. I just don't want him freaking out so soon after I come back from college." You muttered, pulling a pair of jeans on.
"I'm not worried about keeping a secret. Just hope I get another taste of your sweet pussy." Bucky grinned, his pants still undone as he walked closer to you. "I think that can be managed." You smiled, heat creeping up your neck as two cool metal fingers pressed under your chin. "Good."
His lips slotted over yours in a slow kiss, savoring the moment briefly before pulling away. "I'll fix your car for ya, free of charge." He offered, pushing his sleeves up. "Really?"
"Yeah, just come over later."
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A Big Problem | Stucky
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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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Bucky x little reader! Loves playing with his dogtags and loves wearing them, whenever he goes on a mission or something ( or just leaves to go to the store) she always gives them a kiss to keep him
this is so cute my god.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fluff, kinda angst at the end, mentions of missions, mentions of cglre
Word Count: 490
It started about a month after they had started seeing each other. You guys had met and immediately started a sort of caregiver relationship, where he took care of you and you took care of him, just a little differently. Which you both loved. It was hard for you both when he went on missions because you never knew if it would be a week, or a month, or even more. So one day Bucky thought of an idea, he wanted to give his baby his dog tags. So he was going to sit you down a day before he was supposed to leave. He didn't want to do something simple, he was going to take you to dinner and then back to your apartment and give you as much love as he could before he were to leave at 4:00 in the morning.
He texted you to be ready around 2:30 pm, he knew that way you would've had your nap, he didn't want a cranky baby today. Once he got to your apartment, he walked up the steps, flowers in hand, as well as a new stuffie he made at a build-a-bear. He knocked at your door, he smiled to himself once he heard your little pitter patter towards the door. You opened it all giddy and happy, ``Hiya mister!`` He quickly pulled you into a hug, ``Hi baby, I brought you a couple things. Now I know this Teddys uniform isn't exactly the same as daddy's was, but its close-`` ``Wait... why are your dog tags on the teddy? You never take those off``. He smiled down at you, ``Well, angel. Ive been thinking, I know how hard it is for you when im away and how much you miss me. So I figured, ill give you a teddy with a military uniform with my dog tags on him, so im extra close to you when I can't actually be close to you.`` Once he handed you the teddy, he immediately noticed the tears streaming down your face. You quickly sniffled and held the teddy close to you. ``I love him.. Thank you so much!``
It had been 2 weeks now, and Bucky was still gone. You cuddled your teddy every night, which you had named Sergeant Barnes. It was around 1 in the morning and you just couldn't sleep, so you decided to take the dog tags off your stuffie and put them on. Once they were on you grabbed them and held them close to your heart and just cried. You missed Bucky, a lot, and you had no clue when he'd be home. So for now all you had was your stuffie, the dying flowers he got you 2 weeks prior, and his dog tags. You eventually woke up, not remembering falling asleep, you grabbed his dog tags and kissed them good morning. The same way you did when Bucky was home.
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Some dangerous men get a hold of your address and Bucky comes to save your ass. What happens the next day?
Warnings: Cussing (obviously), implied smut, outright smut, fluff, god save the queen (also this is my first time writing any smut so just know that lol)
18+ Only, Minors DNI
Bucky woke up and turned so he could see you asleep on the pillow beside him. You took his breath away. It was raining outside, and the gentle light coming in from the windows lit your delicate features, making you look so innocent and sweet. You were snoring faintly and it made him smile. Even your imperfections were perfect. He would be damned if he let anyone hurt you. He kissed your forehead as lightly as he could and then snuck out of bed to get ready for the day. His legs were stiff and sore as he walked slowly to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his back in the mirror.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. There were red lines criss-crossing all over his back, a couple places had scabs where you had drawn blood. He turned and checked his chest only to find it littered with hickeys and some faint lipstick stains. Memories of screams, grasping hands, and desperate moans flashed through his mind and a slow smile graced his face. Last night had been…beautiful. He stepped under the warm water and hissed, the scratches stinging a little when they got wet. But his back, hips, and leg muscles needed the heat to help relax. After washing off and jacking off, he stepped out and dried off. When he came out of his bathroom, you weren’t in the bed anymore and his breath caught. His first thought was of the Dover Boys and how the hell they could have gotten in here to take you without him hearing anything. The rattle of pans in the kitchen grounded him and he sighed in relief. You were still here.
He slipped on a pair of boxers and gym shorts and then stepped out to find you. He followed the sounds of light music and singing to the kitchen where you were making eggs and toast for the two of them. His mouth fell slightly open when he rounded the corner. You were standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and an apron. He was quite certain that you were going to be the death of him, and no death could be sweeter.
One of your recent favorite songs was playing, and Bucky loved it too.
“Sylvia?” he called, joining in with Mickey as he walked to stand beside you at the stove.
Your head popped up and you gave him a large, joyful smile. “Yes, Mickey?” you sang.
He picked up a wooden spoon and used it as a microphone. “How do you call your lover boy?”
You used the spatula that was in your hand. “C’mere, lover boy!” you sang with all the sexy gravelly voice you could muster.
“And if he doesn’t answer?” He flipped the stove off and grabbed you by the hand to pull you in.
“Oh, lover boy?” you answered sweetly, wrapping one arm around his waist and holding your spatula microphone with the other.
“And if he STILL doesn’t answer?” Bucky bit his lip, knowing his favorite part was coming next.
You crooned, “I simply say, ‘Baby, oooohhh baby! My sweet baby, you’re the one!’”
Bucky took your microphones and set them down, taking you by the other hand and danced with you around the kitchen, the two of you singing together. The song faded out and you looped both arms around his neck. You pulled him down to kiss you, taking charge and swirling your tongue around his mouth. You loved the way you could still taste his cinnamon toothpaste. You broke the kiss with a pop and shivered, his hands coming to rest on your sides so his thumbs could brush back and forth over the exposed sides of your breasts. “I’ve got breakfast and coffee ready for us. Then, I’d like to help you deal with…the boys…today.” You looked at him with a serious face. “I don’t take kindly to someone threatening me at my own home. Can I be part of today, please?”
“Anything for you, my love.” He said. “How many hickeys do you have this morning?”
You winked at him. “One too few, I think. Could I get another one right here?” you asked, pointing to where your neck met your collar bone. “I think it would look really pretty there to show off at our meeting.” Without hesitation, he nestled his face right where you had pointed. You sighed and leaned your head back to give him more room to work. You tangled your fingers in his hair; that earned you a good slap on the ass.
He stood back up to admire his handiwork. Satisfied, he lead you to the kitchen so you could eat.
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You sat in Bucky’s chair behind his desk, cleaning your favorite pistol and waiting for the Dover’s to show up. Steve had set up a meeting between them and Bucky, but didn’t tell them what it was about. He just said that it was a good opportunity they would want to be a part of. He was waiting out front and Bucky…well, he was pacing back and forth, getting more and more angry. Not at you, never truly at you. Even yesterday he wasn’t mad at you, he was scared and mad at the situation.
“Mr. Barnes, darling, please sit down or come stand beside me. You’re going to wear tracks on my very expensive rug.” You were tense, and he could tell by the name you used. He walked behind you and started to rub your shoulders. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but it was also a good use of his nervous energy.
“Boss,” crackled the radio on the desk. “They’re here.”
You looked up at Bucky, a bit tense but also secure in your safety here. You nodded.
“Strip them of weapons and bring them up,” he commanded.
Less than five minutes later, two gentlemen walked into the office followed by a very angry Steve. “They had weapons. I specifically told them to not bring anything and what do these fuckin idiots do? They brought these!” he shouted, dumping a pile of hand guns, knives, and a taser onto the floor behind the desk. You cocked an eyebrow at the assortment and looked back up at the boys. “Thank you, Steve. Please step just outside the door in case we need you.” You focused your eyes on the desk in front of you and began snapping your own weapon back together. “You want to walk me through that thought process, boys?”
They just stared at you. “Mr. Barnes, they’re all yours.” You said without looking up.
Bucky walked around and sat on the front of the desk, giving you a nice view of his ass and strong back. You knew you had carved into that back last night and the thought of those marks made you crave him.
You put the last piece into place and slammed a magazine into it, cocked the gun to put a bullet in the chamber, and set it back down with a loud thump. Bucky was asking them if they knew why they had been asked to visit, asked them if they knew why he had killed their cousin, the usual small talk. But you didn’t want to wait for him to do something, you were madder than hell.
“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck who we shot,” you interrupted. Bucky stood and walked to the side of the desk, holding out his hand to you. You took it and stood as well, allowing him to guide you to the front of the desk with him. He leaned against the desk and pulled your ass flush against him, rutting against you while the Dover boys stared wide-eyed. “Do you understand what this show means?” They shook their heads at you, their eyes glued to where your skirt was beginning to ride up with the friction. “You’re leaving here in a body bag. You think you can use our men to get my address? You think you can attempt to put me in harm’s way without consequences?” By now Bucky had lost control of himself. He unzipped his pants and pulled the back of your skirt up the rest of the way, burying himself in you. It wasn’t an accident you had “forgotten” to pack underwear for today. “You think you can see him touch me like this without losing your eyes? This is going to be the last thing you see. You think you can hear him whisper love words in my ear? No, you’ll lose your voice so you can never repeat them. You’ll lose your ears so it’s the last memory of sound you have. You made a big mistake gentlemen. He might be the king of this city, the head of this mafia, but I’m his queen and everyone knows you respect his queen or pay in blood.” You let Bucky go a few more moments, enjoying the sensation, the audience, and the adrenaline. “Kneel.” You commanded. The two men were crying but couldn’t seem to look away. Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers. You had driven him beyond the point of return, he was so far gone for you. Your demanding voice sent shivers down his spine and he had to slow down so he didn’t cum too early. “I said kneel!” you shouted.
They sank to their knees and started to beg for their lives. You whipped your pistol up and shot them both between the eyes before Bucky registered what was going on, blood splattering everywhere. You moaned and came, dragging him along with you.
When the two of you had cleaned yourselves up with the washrag and baby wipes you kept in his drawer for such an occasion, you opened the door and ushered in the clean-up crew. Bucky was slumped in his chair, still dazed. “You wanna go home, honey?” you asked softly.
He looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/n. I mean it. Will you move in with me? We can have your stuff in my house by the end of the day.” He grabbed your hands and guided you to sit on his lap. “I know you wanna get married, let’s go ring shopping tomorrow. Can we move you in today though? I love you and I don’t want to live another day without you.” He kissed your hands and sniffled.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much, of course I’ll move in with you!” You kissed him all over his lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, everywhere you could reach.
“Steve, will you bring my car to the front?” Bucky called. “And call the Francos, the Tanner boy, and a few other trusted guys. We’re gonna move my darlin’ to my house today.” He wrapped an arm around your back and one under your knees and picked you up. “I’m gonna hold you all the way to the house, and then carry you over the threshold. There ain’t a doubt in my mind you were made for me, babydoll. You drive me insane, you know that?”
You giggled and looped your arms around his neck. “I kinda had my suspicions during our meeting today.” You were looking forward to what the rest of life would bring with your Mr. Barnes. The two of you became the most dangerous couple in all of New York. Everyone knew to respect the king, but God help whoever disrespected the Queen.
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old friends. bucky barnes
word count: 1.7k
warnings: swearing, angst, mention of killing, guns, knives, lots of sarcasm and anger all the good stuff
requested: heey love! just saw that your requests are open and I thought I could request a Bucky oneshot because I am really in love with your writing. so, here's the idea: the reader is a skilled assassin herself but is more like an antihero. somehow she encounters the avengers, like Sam or Steve maybe, which is how she gets to know Bucky. They start to evolve feelings for each other blabla until one day buck looses control and beats her up like really really bad cause she doesn't wanna fight him back. I'd love to leave the ending and details up to you!
a/n: i have a couple other parts already written for this and while this particular part doesn't completely fulfil the request, it is the start of something along those lines so hang in there! this is just the beginning!
you held your gun at arms length, eyes darting around the hallway as you scoped out your surroundings. your feet padded along the concrete hallway, your body clad in a skintight leather suit that was chafing your thighs like crazy. your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, turning another corner to find it empty like all the rest. you let out a humph, your eyebrows knitting for a second as you lowered your gun.
"what the hell?" you muttered under your breath. you tucked your gun back into the holster before continuing down the hallway until you reached a dead end and a single door. your hand hovered over your gun as you pushed the door. you rattled the door handle but it didn't budge. you took a few steps back before running at the door and slamming your shoulder into it with a thud.
suddenly the door cracked open and you went flying inside the room, stumbling over your own feet. your hand quickly grabbed your gun as you tried to regain yourself. your eyes travelled up, the same time you lifted your gun and in front of you stood a round of familiar faces. your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you straightened yourself out.
"oh god," you let out an audible groan. "what the hell are you guys doing here?"
"we could ask you the same thing," sam quipped back. you sent him a glare out the corner of your eye before redirecting your attention to steve who stood at the forefront of the team of avengers.
"god, you cock blocks always ruin my fun," your hand remained glued to the gun you held out aiming at steve, who was eyeing you up with caution.
"i wouldn't call disrupting a military organised rescue mission fun," sam couldn't help himself. you got on every one of his last nerves and you loved it.
you shrugged. "well that's why we could never be friends, bird man," you rolled your eyes back over to when he cleared his throat to intervene.
"enough," you sneered at the way he lowered his voice. "if you don't turn around and leave, we have no choice but to take you in— you know that."
"or maybe i could just go ahead and kill all of you," your smile dropped from your lips, watching steves frown deepen because he knew what kind of threat you were. "then you wouldn't have to do anything."
"c'mon, y/n," tony spoke up. you glanced at him for the first time since you barged in. the man you probably hated most out of them all. you didn't give him more than a glance.
"none of you have any idea who's dirty work you're doing here," you fought back, your grip growing tighter on the handle of your gun. your teeth gritted. "always blindly following orders, hm?"
"and what about you?" natasha couldn't hold her tongue any longer. you cocked an eyebrow, pursing your lips as the red head spoke up. "how long were you under dreykov's thumb for?"
you clenched your jaw, you took a few angry steps closer before swinging your arm so the gun faced natasha now. "you are a traitor and a coward, and you have no idea what you're talking about," you spat hastily. she didn't flinch, her arms remained folded across her chest, staring down the barrel of the gun.
"alright— enough!" steve intervened again, slapping the gun out of natasha's face. she huffed and turned away from you. "will you put that gun away for christ sake, nobody's killing anyone today."
you gritted your teeth, breathing through your nose to steady yourself. you had once gotten along with the avengers until they turned their back on you. and seeing them again was bringing back old feelings.
"you always did take her side in a fight," you dropped your gun down for a second, backing towards the door but you were halted. your back collided into another person, you turned around and saw a man staring down at you, blocking your way out. he had long, dark hair covering most of his face but the pair of piercing blue eyes was what caught your attention first. you took a step back as he towered over you, your gun slipping for a split second but you recovered quickly and tightened your grip.
"hang on—" your eyebrows knitted together as you came to a sudden realisation. "how the hell did you get your hands on the winter soldier?" your eyes trailed up and down him, his expression staying the same until you uttered the name. his jaw tightened as he glanced down at his feet for a second.
he shook his head, meeting your eyes again before he spoke. “that's not my name."
"oh really?" you teased, eyebrow twitching upwards. "we've met before, if you want me to jog your memory?” you followed his gaze as he tried to avoid your piercing stare. he shook his head a little softer this time. you gritted your teeth. "you tried to kill me."
he faltered for a split second but quickly tried to disguise it. he sniffed, shaking his head again. "i had no control—"
"oh, well that makes all the trauma you inflicted ok then—"
"y/n!" steve growled, cutting you short as his patience began to wear thin with you. it always did, you knew how to push every one of their buttons.
"cut it out, kid. you made your point," tony mumbled, his eyes struggling to meet yours. you shook your head.
"i can't believe i ever associated with you cranks."
"she was an avenger?" a voice you didn't recognise spoke for the first time, you frowned. it was young, girl-ish and wearing spandex.
"no," you narrowed your eyes at him and he seemed to shrink back away from you. you glanced at tony again. "you're recruiting kids now? that must be sitting nicely on your conscience, tony."
"i'm not a kid," the spandex clad kid in the corner tried lowering his voice to disguise himself but he'd already given himself away.
"have fun dealing with that weight when he gets killed, alright?" you teased a little too darkly.
"you never did know when to stop talking," clint chimed in for the first time.
"how's the wife and kids, barton? haven't paid them a visit in a while— 'they still living out in—"
he took a step forward, his hand moving to grab an arrow, his bow swinging up to face you but it was natasha who held out her hand to stop him.
"always so dramatic," you rolled your eyes, turning away from the gang and back to where the winter soldier stood blocking your exit. you look him up and down again. "steve, you wanna tell your guard dog to move out of my way or do i have to make him?"
"you can't leave, you're involved," steve was short, he was trying not to lose his temper with you. you made it incredibly hard for anyone to be nice to you.
"also, you just told us you came here to deliberately sabotage this mission," sam added. "we can’t just let you leave to finish off what you started."
you eyed them both up irritably. realistically you had no way of leaving if they were going to try and stop you. you were greatly outnumbered.
you humphed. "what're you gonna do with me anyhow? guarantee you'll be sick of me in a couple hours and you'll have wished you let me go right now."
"it's not up to us," tony shook his head. "you've got a lot of people looking to hold you accountable for some pretty serious shit."
you shook your head, chewing on your bottom lip. "assholes," you murmured, more to yourself than to them directly. you narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows furrowing at the tone tony was taking with you. "if i remember correctly, you've all done some pretty serious shit in the past but i don't see that catching up with any of you."
"it's not the same—" tony shook his head but you cut him off.
"no because you have money, a shit tonne of it, so you can make it go away," you humphed, eyes dragging away from tony. "i don't see natasha being held accountable— and trust me—if you think i'm bad—“
"will you shut it," natasha snapped, her fists clenching at her side.
you let out a soft smirk, seeing her breathing heavy out the corner of you eye. "full house," you mumbled under your breath, amused that you got a rise out of every one of them in a matter of minutes. "you're all so easy."
"you're coming with us," steve ignored your comment, nodding to bucky. he picked up his shield and walked passed you without even a glance in your direction.
"fat chance," you scoffed, but before you could reach for your gun again, you were swiftly disarmed by the winter soldier. he tucked your gun away and made to grab your wrists, only for you to smack his hands away. you shook your right arm downwards, letting your backup knife fall from your sleeve and into your palm. you lifted it to his neck, the blade pressed up against his skin. "try to touch me again and i swear to god i'll kill you."
he didn't seem to flinch. he picked up on the slight tremble in your grip that might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. bucky gave you a second before catching you off guard and slapping the knife away from his throat, his hand catching your wrist before prying it out of your grip.
you huffed. "you're making the wrong call following them," you teased as he spun you around, yanking your hands behind your back and restraining your wrists with a zip tie. "trust me, you'll regret it. and i think you have enough regret to last you a lifetime, and then some.”
he turned back round to face him, his breath fanning your face he had leaned in so close to you. "why would i trust anything you say?"
you shrugged, your lips dipping down for a second. "that’s fair— you probably shouldn't."
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Galas, New Dates and Exes (Part. 4)
Warning: fluff and a tiiiiinyyy bit of smut (oopssss).
Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up and they see each other for the first time at one of Tony's parties. The only problem is, she has a new date.
Word Count: 4k
Author's Note: This is a looonggg oneeee. I know I said I was going to reveal what happened between them buuuutt I decided not to. Hope you guys like this part! Please comment if you would like more parts and what you would want to see happen between the two.
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3
It has been a couple of weeks since the New Year’s Party and (y/n) finally could go back to work. What at first seemed like a couple of weeks of vacations turned into forced leave by Tony Stark so, coming back into the field gave (y/n) something to keep her mind busy. She took a deep breath before entering the conference room where she saw that Natasha, Steve and Sam were already there.
“(Y/n).” Steve said, clearing his throat, not wanting her to know they were just talking about her. “Glad to have you back.”
“I’m glad to be back Cap. And-“ (y/n) took a pause and looked around the room. “I just want everyone to know that I don’t want any special treatment. I know Bucky was also assigned this mission, we’re both adults and can handle this situation as professionals. I don’t want our past to affect our jobs.”
Steve gave her a warm smile. “Please take a seat, we’ll be starting the brief in a couple of minutes.”
(Y/n) got lost in meaningless conversation with Natasha, soon after Wanda arrived and joined in. A few minutes later, Bucky arrived shocking everybody with his perfectly neat hair and serene appearance.
“Sorry for being late.” Was all he mumbled before taking a seat, not looking up at anyone.
The mission consisted of all of them traveling to some unknown part of the world. It was a pretty easy mission: go, get information, and get out without anyone noticing. They were set to leave the next day at dawn. As the meeting came to a close, everyone started leaving the room and so did (y/n). But before she could get to the doors, Nat intercepted her. Something seemed off.
“(Y/n) I want you to know I am so sorry. Truly. I never meant for any of this to happen, it was just that I was stupid and had way too much to drink and I just- I really messed up.” Natasha said, tears at the brink of her eyes. (Y/n) didn’t know what was happening, but as she turned around to see Sam and Steve with their heads in their hands, she started to understand.
“You told them?” She asked the redhead, much to her dismay she nodded. “Fuck.” Was all she could say, she couldn’t blame her friend and by the look on her face it was obviously not on purpose. The only thing that was left was to organize her ideas and face the two men.
“(Y/n). I need to know this isn’t going to change anything with the mission.” Steve started. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that Bucky doesn’t know, but I need my team to be ready for this.”
“Steve, I’m a professional spy, I can handle this.” (Y/n) said sternly.
“I also want you to know that I think he should know. He was going to be a father and the right thing to do is to tell him.” Steve told (y/n) looking into her eyes, seeing the fire building up.
“Steve,” (Y/n) said trying to calm herself. “First, I want to tell you how much I appreciate how worried you are about Bucky, I really do. But frankly, this is none of your concern. You may be the captain here, but you have no right telling me what I should or shouldn’t do in my personal life. Second of all, I have been a trained spy since I was twelve and have been working with you for the past eight years. You know me and because of that, you know that everything I’m doing has a reasoning behind it. So, I ask you to never question if what I’m doing is correct or not. Not in my personal life or in my professional work. I’ll get the fucking job done.”
With that said, and everyone in the room left speechless, (y/n) left the compound. She grabbed her car and left, not wanting to deal with anything that was happening. Before she noticed, she was driving back to her apartment in the city. It used to be her permanent residence but, it had too many memories. She decided to park her car a couple of blocks away from her building and walk back home, it was mostly her decision but also the parking situation in New York was vile. She felt the cold breeze on her cheeks and sloshing of somewhat melted snow on her boots, making her remember those first nights when Bucky and she were still hiding their relationship from everyone. Bucky would practically beg her to stay at his apartment.
“C’mon (y/n) let’s just go back to my place, there’s no need for you to stay here all alone.” Bucky said, wanting to spend more time with her.
“Buck, you know Steve could pop in at any moment! He’s got some weird attachment with you.” (Y/n) laughed and looked up at him. They had been going out for a couple of months, but this was their fifth official date, and they were both feeling like they were floating on clouds. “You just want me to go back to Brooklyn, so you have an excuse to show off your part of town.”
“I want you to go back with me to Brooklyn to spend more time together.” He said looking back at her with an amazing smile.
“You know that smile could melt any girl’s panties off.” (Y/n) laughed shaking her head.
“The real question is, do they melt yours?” He whispered in her ear.
She laughed even more and as they got to her building, she pulled on his leather jacket to push him closer to her. Planting a kiss on his lips, the only thing she said was “Come upstairs and we can find out.”
As their relationship grew, (Y/n) decided to get an apartment in Brooklyn. She had always said it was because her old landlord was always hiking up her rent and that she got a bad feeling about the guy. The truth was, she was spending most of her time in Brooklyn anyways it was just the right move. Plus, getting to spend Sunday mornings strolling through the farmers market with Bucky was one of her favorite things to do.
Before she knew it, (Y/n) was at her apartment door. She heard something coming from inside and with one swift move she entered, gun pointing at whatever the sound was. She silently went through each room and finally entered the bedroom. She let out a sigh and a small laugh as she saw the white cat purring on her bed.
“Alpine, you scared the shit out of me.” The cat only meowed back, she picked the cat up and sat back on the bed. “What are you doing here?”
It was as if the tiny furball understood her and leaped off the bed, walking casually to the kitchen and sitting in front of her food bowl. (Y/n) shook her head and looked through her cupboards to find the feline’s food. Alpine happily ate her meal while (Y/n) rummaged through the insane amounts of expired food.
(Y/n) thought her apartment would feel different and somewhat strange, but it looked intact. Like time had been paused and everything was as it should be. (Y/n) picked up her suits and some extra things she would be needing for the mission before grabbing the cat and heading out. (Y/n) thought of herself as more of a dog person, but as soon as she saw Bucky come in with the white cat she fell in love.
Bucky’s apartment was just a few blocks away but that walk seemed like a mission in and of itself. ‘Go to the building, get the spare key from inside the nearest air vent, enter the apartment, get water and food, leave the cat.’ She kept repeating this in her mind over and over. (Y/n) found the strength to go into the apartment and sighed as she saw the state it was in.
Bucky’s small apartment looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Sheets on the floor, half empty takeout containers everywhere and a distinct smell of death. As soon as she started putting water in Alpine’s bowl, (y/n) heard the sound of heavy boots coming to a halt at the apartment door.
“Shit.” She whispered, hiding behind the counter.
From outside of the apartment, Bucky saw the shadows from underneath the door before hearing an intruder inside his home. He silently left the brown paper bag filled with groceries on the floor and took out his knives. Slowly turning the handle and entering his apartment. He saw Alpine happily drinking water, she looked back at her owner and meowed. Moving from where she was sitting and coming behind the counter. Meowing again.
Before Bucky could do anything, he saw (y/n) spring up with her hands holding a gun directly towards him.
“Drop the knife Buck.” She warned.
“Drop the gun Doll.” He replied before taking a step towards her. “You’re really pointing a gun at me in my own apartment?”
She cracked a smile and slowly put the gun on the counter, putting her hands up in surrender. Bucky smiled too and put the knife back in his pocket.
“What are you doing here?” He asked before going back outside for the groceries.
“Alpine decided to pay me a visit, she scared the living hell out of me. I thought someone had broken into my apartment.” (Y/n) said. “On that note, I’m sorry for breaking in. I just thought it would be better if I brought her back here.”
Bucky smiled in response and started to put the groceries in the refrigerator. “Want a beer?”
“You know we shouldn’t be drinking before a mission.” (Y/n) shook her head, smile still plastered on. “Plus, you know I hate beer.”
“I know, just wanted to tease you a bit.”
“Buck, we need to do something about your apartment. This whole situation” she said, motioning the whole scene. “is not healthy.”
Bucky let out a loud laugh and turned to her. “We’re not dating anymore, you can’t complain about the state of my apartment. This isn’t your jurisdiction anymore doll.”
His laughter died down as soon as he saw (y/n)’s expression. “Sorry.” He coughed. “Too soon to make jokes about us breaking up?”
(Y/n) let out a nervous laugh and started to feel the nervousness leave her body.
“I know last time we saw each other was pretty rough but, I-I’ve been seeing a therapist and-“ Bucky was interrupted by another shocked expression coming from his ex.
“You mean macho man, James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes, is seeing a therapist?” She smiled and added. “I’m messing with you, I’m really glad you’re seeing someone.”
“I’m not seeing someone, I just decided that sulking around was getting me nowhere and messing with the old brain.” Bucky chuckled. “You know I realized that, when we broke it off. I didn’t just lose a relationship, I also lost my best friend.”
(Y/n) looked down at her feet, ashamed.
“And you know, we’ll be working together so I just wanted to become civil.” Bucky said, trying not to show how petrified he was but, as he saw (y/n) smile everything else seemed to disappear.
“I want us to be civil too Buck.” She spoke.
“So, as my olive branch to you, I wanted to say that Nicholas looks like a nice guy. I’m sorry for how I treated him, and I hope everything works out with you guys.” He took a deep breath before saying his last part, something that he had been practicing with Dr. Raynor. “I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James Bucky Barnes and you’re part of my efforts to make amends.”
“That last part is usually, um, directed to other people.” He laughed.
“I think the olive branch is supposed to be directed to Nicholas.” She said smiling back at him. This is the Bucky she remembered, the one she fell in love with. Goofy and kind. “About Nicholas, we um- nothing ever really happened.”
“What do you mean? What did he do to you.” Bucky got defensive.
“No, nothing. He was really kind but, things just didn’t work out. Our time schedules didn’t really mix and at the end of the day we just decided not to go through with it.” She explained, looking through his refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle.
Bucky had to admit to himself that he was glad nothing ever happened between the two of them. “No one is ever going to be good enough for you. You’re amazing (y/n). And I’m saying that as a friend.”
“Well, as a friend, I’ll say thank you and that no one will ever be good enough to be with you either Buck.” She smiled back. “You’re incredible, even if you’re an old man who doesn’t know how to work a TV.”
Bucky feigned hurt. “Speaking of TV, I wanted to know if you know. Obviously as friends, we could maybe. I mean only if you want to and have nothing better to do. Um- if you wanted to stay over and maybe watch a movie or something.” He grabbed the back of his neck as he replied, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks.
“Just like the old days?” (Y/n) asked in a quiet voice.
After her answer he was filled with regret. “Yeah, it was a dumb idea. I wouldn’t want- you know,” He tried to look around for an excuse, or basically anything to get himself out of the situation. “I wouldn’t want Alpine to get confused and maybe think that we were getting back together- yeah just forget I said anything.”
“It’s fine,” She laughed. “I would actually really like to stay.”
“Really?” He asked surprised.
“You know, you were my best friend too. I need someone to watch scary movies with.” She replied, taking off her jacket and sitting down on the couch.
“What? You can’t sleep after watching a scary movie without having a gun underneath your pillow?”
“You know that was only one time!”
(Y/n) and Bucky spent the rest of the night talking over the movie that had been put on the screen. Reminiscing the time when they spent two weeks off in Italy, new training moves and other random gossip. One topic leading to the next.
“So, Rebecca’s boyfriend told her he didn’t have time to go out to brunch but then Isla saw him playing basketball?” Bucky asked, filling his mouth with another sushi roll and (y/n) shook her head.
“No, Isla is Rebecca’s ex-girlfriend. It was Isis who saw Rebecca’s boyfriend at the court. You know the one on Houston street?” She explained, taking a sip of the green tea that had been “accidentally” delivered to them. Bucky insisted the delivery kid gave (y/n) someone else’s tea, her beauty making the kid’s head spin. He assured her that the restaurant he always ordered from, never gave out anything for free.
“My question is, why do you know all of this gossip from the medical department?” Bucky laughed and (y/n) just replied with a shrug.
As the credits rolled on the screen, (y/n) noticed the time. “Wow, I hadn’t even looked at the clock, it’s already 12:30. It’s really late, I’ve got to be up by 5!”
(Y/n) stood up and slowly took her jacket in her hands, hoping Bucky would ask her to stay over. Bucky nodded and gulped down his food, heading towards the door to show (y/n) out even though she knew the apartment like the back of her hand. As she pets Alpine, (Y/n) looked back at Bucky. ““Hey Buck, you know to celebrate our newly rekindled friendship I wanted to ask a favor.”
Bucky furrowed his brows and quickly nodded. “Yes, whatever you want I’ll do.”
“I wanted to know if I can stay here tonight.” She asked quietly. “I don’t know what it is but, being here with you is easier to deal with than being back at my apartment. I kind of feel like, I don’t know- I just can’t deal with that right now not before a mission. Not before my first mission back I just-.”
“You know you can always stay here doll.” Bucky interrupted her, he saw she was getting frustrated, he came up to her and kissed her forehead. “I know what you mean.”
(Y/n) softly smiled and put her jacket down again.
“You still remember where my t-shirts are?” Bucky smiled, getting the kettle out to make some tea.
“Yes, I remember. Did you throw out my things or do I still have a spare suit and underwear here?” She teased back.
Bucky immediately blushed and nodded. “Yeah, everything is still there. Third drawer on the left side.”
(Y/n) hummed and went into the bedroom. It too was exactly like she remembered. She quickly got changed into one of Bucky’s old shirts and went back to the kitchen, a cup of tea already waiting for her.
“You can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep out here.” Bucky told her, not looking up.
“Don’t be ridiculous Buck! This is your house, I can’t just kick you out of your room.”
“Doll, you know I don’t like that bed. I haven’t even slept in it since, well, since the last time you slept over.” He casually said.
(Y/n) widened her eyes. “You mean you haven’t slept in your bed in more than six months? You basically haven’t had a good night’s sleep in half a year?”
The former assassin shook his head and looked up with a smile. “You know, since you asked me for a favor. Can I ask you for one?”
“Can we sleep together? I me-I mean can we sleep tonight, together tonight?” Bucky was trying to find the right words but everything he said came out wrong. “Not like that. I’m not begging to get laid. I’m just saying actually sleep in the same bed.”
(Y/n) let out a loud laugh. “Handsome, I know you don’t need to beg to get laid.”
Bucky turned a crimson shade of red in part because of her nickname for him and in part because of what she said. “I haven’t- since us. You know I haven’t, done that.”
“Me neither.” (Y/n) replied. She knew this whole conversation was wrong, they shouldn’t be talking about this. ‘Or should they? Friends talk about these kinds of things, right?’ She asked herself. She didn’t want to admit it but, she was glad no other woman had come back to his apartment.
Bucky broke (y/n) out of her trance with a cough. “I’m gonna go get changed.” She just nodded.
After a while the ex-couple found themselves in bed together. As (y/n) moved, the bed creaked.
“You haven’t changed your headboard?” She said shaking her head.
“It’s still good.” Bucky said tapping the wooden frame, like clockwork the old wood creaked again making a noise straight out of a horror scene. “I mean it was fine before you broke it.”
“Are you seriously trying to blame me for that?!” She laughed as she playfully slapped his chest, noticing the muscles. Bucky maybe hadn’t slept more than three hours since they broke up, but he had been going to the gym. And (Y/n) noticed.
“I mean it was technically you who broke it.” Bucky smiled back at her, looking down at her hand that was moving up and down his exposed chest. “Like what you see?”
Thank god for the dimmed lights, if it weren’t for them Bucky would have been able to see how hard (y/n) was blushing. She turned around so that her back was facing him. “I only broke it because you flung me into the bed!” She defended, remembering that night.
“I thought you liked it rough?” Bucky whispered into her ear, grabbing her hips, and pulling her closer to him.
“I do, but I think that night was-“ (Y/n) was trying to find the right words to describe that night. ‘That night was when you got me pregnant’ didn’t really roll off the tongue.
“That night was amazing, and you can’t deny it. You know we’ve got amazing chemistry in the sac doll.” He cut her off, tracing one finger from her shoulder to her knee.
“What makes you think I can’t deny it?” She questioned, trying hard to disguise her actual emotions. With one swift move, Bucky was pinning her down on the bed. Lips only an inch away. With one forearm propping his whole body up, his vibranium arm started tracing circles on her hipbone. Inching closer to where she desired the most.
“Tell me to stop.” He ordered. “Tell me to stop and I’ll do it.”
(Y/n)’s brain was having an internal battle. She knew this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go but she couldn’t get herself to do the right thing. So, next thing she knew her mouth started moving. “Please don’t stop.”
The next day, Bucky and (Y/n) had agreed that the best thing to do was to enter the compound separately. Bucky had gone directly to the hangar where he saw Steve and Sam waiting.
“What’s going on, Bucky you’re scaring me.” Sam said, taking a step back looking at the soldier from head to toes. “You’re doing that weird thing with your face and you’re doing your happy walk.”
“It’s called a smile.” Bucky replied, ignoring the falcon.
“Why are you smiling?” He questioned.
“Do I need a reason to be smiling?” Bucky said.
“Yeah, you do, when you’re Bucky! You never smile, and if you do it it’s not at seven in the morning!” Sam said confused.
“Sam, let the man breathe.” Steve said, not looking up from the mission brief.
Bucky decided to change the subject. “Do you guys have an extra knife that I can borrow?”
“Okay. Man, now I know something’s going on! You don’t have your knife?!”
“Sam, seriously it’s 7:10 am. We need to get going, stop making a big deal out of everything! And Bucky, I know I said this mission was easy but really, you don’t bring your knives?” Steve said, shaking his head. “I have an extra one in my bag, you can get it when we’re on the plane.”
As Steve left to get on the plane, Sam turned to Bucky. “You may be able to fool that guy, but not me. You got laid last night, didn’t you?”
Bucky quickly shook his head with widened eyes and Sam let out a loud laugh. “Me and Redwing, we see everything.”
A few minutes later, Natasha, Wanda and (Y/n) arrived. As they were all walking towards the plane the ladies were falling behind. With Sam and Bucky following in front of them.
“C’mon (Y/n) are you gonna tell us?” Wanda said laughing a bit.
“You guys stop, I already said I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (Y/n) said as she kept on walking.
“You think we don’t know? Your hair is matted, and your smile is extending from ear to ear stop lying! We can almost smell the sex from all the way over here.” Wanda said, trying to get the spy to crack.
“Plus, we found an extra knife in your bag that isn’t yours!” Natasha said.
With that last comment, Sam stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at Bucky. As he saw his pleading eyes, Sam’s mouth fell open.
“Hey, um, (Y/n).” Bucky said, dripping with nervousness. “Sam wanted to ask you something. I think it’s gonna take a while, you ladies can get on the plane.”
Wanda and Natasha furrowed their eyebrows but kept on walking towards the plane as (Y/n) was left behind.
“You, you two. You and you, last night.” Sam kept mumbling over and over again.
Bucky and (Y/n) looked at each other in shock and all was left was to mutter a simple: “Fuck.”
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games, riddles & tricks
pairing: gamer!bucky barnes x reader
a part of the thin lines universe
*written with a black reader in mind
word count: 3.8k
warnings: dirty talk, suggestive language, smut, swearing, exhibitionism if you squint really hard, bucky being a dirty lil shit, pls notify me of any warning i overlooked.
a/n: this piece is in response to this ask and i read it and fell in love with it. thank you so much @bucked-niall for this ask! i hope you enjoy this! i know its not really short but thats a testament to how much i loved your ask. also It became way more smutty than I expected. im sorry. I hope that’s okay?? And I hope everyone continues to enjoy these two as much as I love writing for them. Right now, I am completely open for requests and am so very grateful to everyone who has written one so far. Send in an ask, a PM, or reply to any of my posts to request something! If you want to be added to my taglist (general, steve, bucky, and/or frank), do the same. If you are interested in more of my work, please check out my masterlist or search #mjwriteshere. I’ll catch ya’ll later. –mj :)
The thing about Bucky is that because of who he is, he owns virtually any and every type of system on which you can play video games on. This reasoning isn’t solely because Bucky got every next-gen system and vintage handheld device for free because of his following. It’s also because Bucky was a big, fat nerd who would save up and buy all those things anyway. So, whenever you got to spend time at his place, you would have essentially an emporium of gaming devices to choose from.
It was glorious.
It also made a slight shame rumble in your stomach because you would always take a glance at your Switch that you brought everywhere with you and stuff it deeper in your bag.
“I still love you. I won’t let you feel neglected all night,” You would whisper to your Switch as the screen disappeared under your overnight clothes.
Tonight, you followed the same routine, having a real urge to play Wii Sports on his older console, and said an almost tearful goodbye to your Switch.
Bucky normally was very strict about his place being off-limits the nights of his streams. And by very, strict, he would send you the same text message those nights that stated:
If you even take a step towards my place, I will spank you. And you won’t like it.
(You replied: you know i’ll like them anyway. i might just sprint to yours to earn those. but that’s beside the point).
You always took his “threat” lightly but you knew there was extreme gravity behind those words. So, you listened. Usually. You stayed at your place. Usually. You didn’t think about going over there. Usually. But as of lately, you felt this imaginary tug at your limbs that signaled to your brain that you needed to be over there.
Truthfully, you just wanted to be near Bucky.
You had taken on a new internship that took more of your time than you anticipated and there were only certain times that both you and Bucky were completely available. Some of those times were the nights of his streams and when Bucky noticed how much time you two were not spending together (along with own almost primal need to always be around you), he broke his own rule tonight with a simple text: I’ve been thinking about your tits all day. Please come over here now.
Yani had been looking at a funny video on your phone at the time and gagged in your ear. You stuck your tongue out at her, told Bucky that you and your tits would be over there soon (Yani gagged again but told you to get out of your shared apartment), and sprinted to the bedroom to get ready.
When you arrived at Bucky’s apartment, you realized or rather remembered, why you and Yani were huddled up in your living room watching videos anyway. You two were relaxing before Bucky’s scheduled stream. Bucky answered his door freshly showered, with a phone in one hand, a controller in the other, and a headset placed upon his temple. You were confused for a slight second and then your eyes got big. You were so excited and eager to get to see him you forgot all about the stream. You blubbered out a hyper exclamation when you realized and slapped a hand over your mouth.
Bucky shook his head, “Mm, ‘Haven’t started yet. Just wanted to get ready.” You slowly nodded and took a step inside, letting Bucky close the door behind you. You clicked on your phone and noticed you sit had a couple of minutes before he began, “Hi baby.” He tried his best to tilt away the tiny microphone connected to his headset with the back of his wrist, before leaning down to kiss you. Still a little awkward, he let his lips pressed against yours in pecks before leaning to the side to kiss your cheek and going back to his full posture.
“Hi,” You grinned, releasing yourself fully from him, readjusting the strap of your backpack so that it fits better to your shoulder.
“Ah, there they are.” Bucky’s toothy smile confused you at first before you noticed his gaze glued to your chest. He set down the items in his hands and made grabby hands at your chest. You wanted to swat them away, but the no bra and tight crop top you were wearing was purposeful. So, you bit at your lip and pushed out your chest a little giving Bucky as much access as you could. He swooped down, burying his face in your shirt, and used his palms at the base of your back to push you closer to him.
“Ah, Bucky!” You yelped. Bucky rapidly tugged your bag off your shoulder and scooped you up. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around his back. Heat against heat, you were set up a little high on him so your chin rested on the top of his head. Bucky continued to rub his face against your tits, reeling in the softness that could be felt even through your top.
“Fuck, show them to me please.” Bucky tilted back his head and gave you a childish grin.
“Your streams starts in like a minute- “
“-This will only take a minute.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Rolling your eyes, you hesitated, before slowly pulling your hands from behind his neck and grabbing the hem of your top. Bucky weighted you down, helping you maintain your balance by gripping his hands on the exposed flesh of your torso. You leisurely pulled up the cotton and let it bunch up on your collarbones, still having to hold it in place.
You couldn’t lie. You loved this intense and often, silly-stupid, attraction Bucky had to you. The smiles that stretch across his face made a warmth settle in your belly like no other. You could be doing anything and wearing anything, and Bucky reacted to you like you were butt-naked, oiled-up pornstar ready for a shoot.
It made you feel undeniably sexy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cancel tonight,” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he took one hand to thumb as your nipples. His strength always stunned you especially when he was able to use one arm to hold you up, “And why are you hiding yourself in these ridiculous pants. Lemme see.” Bucky curled his fingers in the elastic band of your high-waisted leggings and shoved them down a little. Your soft flesh was on full display much to Bucky’s delight. His beard pinched a little against your skin when he started kissing up and down your ribcage.
“You’re not canceling. Now, put me down.” The sternness in your voice was lost with the heat spreading through your loins and the laughter in your throat. Still, Bucky gave a kiss to both of your tits and steadily lowered you down to your feet. Your running shoes squeezed a little against his hardwood floor when you tried to keep yourself upright – a little dazed from the intimacy you just shared. Bucky was the one to tug your shirt back down but not without saying, “Bye, I’ll see you two later.”
“I set up the Wii for you in the bedroom but of course, everything is up for play,” Bucky gathered his belongings, took another glance at your chest, and sighed,” I’ll have my door shut but you can message me if you need anything. I’ll have my phone beside me.” Bucky ducked down for another kiss and pushed his mic back into place.
“Okay…” A weird static feeling ran inside your stomach when you realized that Bucky was actually going to lock himself in his gaming room for the next couple of hours. Yes, it was your idea for him not to cancel but also, you couldn’t help but let it rattle in your brain that, that might have been a mistake. Bucky seemed to notice the drop in your mood and gathered you up again, pulling you against his body.
“It will be a quick one tonight, kay?” Him smelling all good and body so warm, you really decided that you should have agreed with him to cancel. Bucky would never say anything about it because honestly, he did really need to stream tonight, and for the most part, him suggesting to cancel it, was a joke.
“…Got some of my merch samples. Wore some of the hoodies this week. They’re stacked up on my dresser.” Bucky was saying exactly what you needed without actually saying it. You were going to absolutely throw one of those on as soon as he shut the door behind him.
You held an embrace for a few moments, kissing and letting your tug on the top of his ears and slide down his chest. Your fresh manicure looked great against the darkness of his own hoodie, making you almost whimper all over again.
“Have a good stream,” You pulled yourself closer to him,” I love you, baby.”
“I love you more,” He laughed,” You needy little thing.”
“You’re the one who said they missed my tits…” You grumbled.
“Shut up.” He pinched your side, “Gonna wait to eat after the stream but there are snacks in the kitchen for you if you get too hungry to wait,” The hair on his face tickled your lips,” I’ll see you in a few.” With that, Bucky scurried off and you heard the door of his cave shut behind him.
That’s how you got exactly where you were right now. Your phone propped up on his desk by a cookie jar tuning into his stream and practically drooling at the sight of him on your tiny screen. You were in your third game of Wii Tennis, a little sweaty in the hoodie you stole (or rather the one Bucky practically said you could have), letting your eyes glance down to your phone when Bucky gave a particularly large chuckle or said some expletive.
Bucky was funny. In fact, he was hilarious. You didn’t have to pay much attention to his gameplay to get a good laugh from his commentary. The hoodie of his jacket was placed a little back on the top of his head so you could see his slightly damp curls peeking out which made you groan out loud. Bucky was doing the absolute bare minimum right now and you couldn’t help but let all those gooey, lovey emotions flush your body. He looked good. He was making you laugh. Bucky was just being Bucky. God, that made you want to be right next to him. It was a blessing and a curse to know and love Bucky.
You tried to distract yourself. You were just too sweaty and too unwilling to get rid of the jacket that smelled just like him, that you had to stop playing the game as if you were actually on the tennis court. You turned off the console and humbled yourself to play your neglected Switch. Unfortunately, that distraction didn’t last long. You had kicked off your shoes and wiggled your toes in your fuzzy socks, letting your mind roam somewhere else. You thought about the times you played the Switch in Bucky’s lap and he would keep his hands on your belly and his face nuzzled in your neck the whole time. Those thoughts made you irrationally angry and you stuffed your gaming device deep back in the bag where it belonged.
You tried just not watching his stream but as you scrolled through Instagram or Tiktok, you found yourself switching back to see his face.
It was infuriating.
It was even more bothersome because he was only a few feet away from you, so much so that you could hear him in particular moments when he got especially loud about figuring something out or losing a life even with both your doors closed.
When Bucky told his audience, Eh, a couple more missions won’t hurt? that’s when you decided that you had enough. And if you were remembering correctly, Bucky was waiting to eat after the stream which meant it had been a couple of long hours between his last meal. Bucky did this – getting too involved in his work that he pushed down his hunger and mistreat his overall well-being. Okay, maybe you were being dramatic or just needed any morsel of an excuse to be where he was but the rational part of your brain simply ignored that.
You swiped up the cookie jar (a present from you that modeled the Hunny jar from The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh) and stomped over to the kitchen first. It was too late for a coffee but you knew Bucky would want it anyway so you grabbed a canned espresso shot anyway. As you plated him a PB&J, a sliced apple, and an assortment of cookies, you heard Bucky ask his followers if he should give this mission a go.
So much for a short one.
You absolutely knew that your emotions were unwarranted but this was Bucky. How could someone not always wants to be right next to him?
You put your hood on just like him, letting your straightened hair and extensions fall over the front of your shoulders before doing the easy balancing act of holding his plate and drink. What you were about to do was different. It wasn’t like his follower hadn’t seen your face before but this was the first time it was on the stream. You were opening it up to probably thousands of people who didn’t follow him on other social media platforms. You were opening yourself up to the cohort of Bucky’s real dedicated fans. The idea of it all terrified you a bit but it was bound to happen sooner than later, right?
That’s what you had to tell yourself.
With a deep breath and the hand holding the espresso on the doorknob, you slowly turned the mahogany. The room was pretty dark for the most part with the banality of having LED lights everywhere. Bucky’s color scheme was green and blue with hints of pink. The sign that said AVERAGEMCLOVIN was the largest touch of pink and could be seen in the background of all his streams. Bucky’s back, covered by his gaming chair, faced you so your eyes could really only the large screens that sat in front of him. He was so focused on the game and then back to the chat that he hadn’t noticed you appear somewhat in the webcam. You took a few steps forward, closing the door behind you so that your frame would come to light.
Bucky still didn’t notice.
“Guys, I know that’s a fuckin TikTok trend,” He laughed, rolling his eyes at the chat,” You guys just want to punk me with that stupid look behind you. You guys don’t think I’m very smart, do you?” Bucky’s eyes were still on the game feigning hurt.
“I think It’s that hot chick from your IG,” Bucky mumbled, reading off a comment, “She comes bearing gifts. What?” Bucky scoffed, loudly and continued playing the game, “Mister anakin3000, that’s scary. How do ya’ll know she’s even at my place?” Bucky didn’t even question who this “hot chick” was and knew exactly who everyone was talking about. You slightly laughed at that and decided to play along with everyone and not let Bucky in on the secret.
“Because she’s right behind, you doorknob.” Bucky read off another comment from the chat and winced, “Ouch.” With the chat still sounding off about your presence, Bucky finally twirled around his chair. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you let the air blow out your nose in a giggle.
“Hi.” You said softly.
Bucky’s eyes were large and smiling. Your heart just melted at that. The bit of anxiety you had concerning his strict, don’t bother me while I’m gaming motto, was all washed away.
“It is that hot chick from my insta,” Bucky’s game was paused and he twisted to the side so that he could easily keep his eyes on you but didn’t turn his back fully away from the chat, “And she does have gifts…” Bucky looked down at your hands and then back at your face. You were grinning now and taking closer steps towards him.
“Hi.” You squeaked. You step into the full light and were well aware that everyone could see your entire face now. But then Bucky did something.
“Hi, baby. Everything okay?”
That was the tip of the iceberg.
“Holy fuck,” Bucky whispered with a slight laugh on his breath. The words on the screen moved up, down, and away at lightning speed.
@anakin3000: Damn she fine
@mayod: NGL If she came to all of your streams I’d probably pay more attention
@cryingmj: mommy? Sorry. mommy? Sorry. mommy? Sorry.
@bonding007: U tappin that McLovin????
@xanadu: I bet she can whoop your ass in Clash.
@ifnotnowthen: crying and throwing up rn.
“Okay, guys. Fuck off.” Bucky laughed and grabbed your waist. The food on the plate jumbled a little but Bucky’s artful fingers (in more ways than one) effortlessly took the white porcelain from you and set it on his desk,” Ooh coffee.” He had it in his hands for about two seconds before cracking open the tab. Knocking his head back and taking a sip of his drink, Bucky moved you so that you stood between his spread legs.
Ignoring Bucky, the chat continued to spiral. Most comments were complimenting you or asking you questions. Some comments were odd but none were outright rude. You tried to smile, tried to give some answers but it was hard to focus on all the comments coming in so at one point you decided to hang your head down and trace the tattoos of Bucky’s hand.
“All right…” Bucky tapped his left thigh, urging you to take a seat. You did. You slowly lowered yourself down, keeping your eyes everywhere but the screen. Okay, maybe this wasn’t a great idea. But also, now you were here all close to Bucky with his cologne rushing through your senses.
“Yes, she is sexy. And no, I will not share.” Bucky almost growled out, tightening his grip on your hips. You laughed at that and turned your head up so you could look at his face. He gave you a little peck on the tip of your nose, moving away from the mic on his headset first, and smiled huge as he pulled away.
“You should eat something,” Was all you could say. You really kind of stuttered it out. You were too caught up in his arm around you and his big, beautiful eyes and yeah, this man had the most beautiful face you have ever seen.
Bucky started to rub your thighs, comforting you to stay a little longer. You thought he completely ignored what you said until you picked up a one diagonal cut half of his sandwich.
“You hungry too?”
“I can wait until you’re done…”
“You’re hungry too,” Bucky said this more as a statement this time. He slid the plate closer to you, telling you to take the other half giving you no time to protest. His face turned directly to the screens in front of him, reading more comments. You grumbled a little, as a sign to Bucky that told you could wait until his stream was done. Bucky took that as an opportunity to pinch your side, really hard while never turning his attention back to you.
Pouting you picked up the other half and gradually started taking bites.
You could make a really mean PB&J.
“Mm, they want you to talk to them some more, sweetheart.” Bucky used the roller on his computer mouse to slow down the comments, “Only if you want to.” Bucky could definitely sense your reserve. A million thoughts ran through your brain – Was this a good idea? I should have just stayed put? But look at me now… Fuck, Bucky looks so good. I’d be an obsessed fan too.
You took a deep breath and gave a glance at the comments. With Bucky’s hand rubbing up and down the small of your back, you slowly started to gain the courage to answer some questions. We met in college. No, I don’t play games nearly as much as him. I’m wearing the black and green mascara from Essence. Uh, yeah! This is some of his new merch – Shit, Bucky was I supposed to announce that?
You both started to settle in comfortably, the game is long forgotten. Sometimes Bucky would answer a question and give you the chance to continue the answer. Sometimes you were the only one who could answer it. It was fun. Bucky made you feel so cozy the entire time with reassuring touches and once he removed his headset, he was able to whisper little sweet nothing in your ear.
“You’re doing so well, honey. So, brave.”
“Thanks for joining me. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Mm love you s’much. Love that you’re right on my lap. Love that you love me.”
“Such a good girl…”
As much as you tried to focus on answering questions or just adding your voice to some remarks on the screen, the room started to get a little too hot and your body’s reaction to his words was the root of it all. Bucky was daring – he marched against his own drum. He was truly the last person on Earth you would ever think would care about someone else’s opinion. That’s what you loved about him most of all. So, when Bucky’s murmurs in your ears started to turn a very different way, you cursed yourself because how could you not guess this would happen.
“I cannot wait to eat my favorite little pussy, tonight... You deserve to be rewarded.”
“My sexy, fuckin baby. You want my dick tonight?”
“Can I fuck you tonight, please?”
You knew you were playing with fire but you shifted across his thighs to sit further up on his crouch, letting the thin layer of your leggings and the thin layer of his sweatpants allow you to feel the hardness of him. In the viewfinder, you could see that Bucky was leaned all the way back, his eyes on the sight of your ass on his cotton-covered print.
You had answered approximately two questions and wiggled on his lap four times before Bucky leaned forward and announced it was the end of the stream. It was abrupt but warranted when a few comments started to ask Bucky why the fuck his face looked like that. Bucky clicked off everything, still holding you close, but not without mumbling how naughty you fuckin’ are or how he should have fucked you right in front of everyone.
You sighed at that, “Maybe you should have… You would’ve probably gotten more tips.”
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She'd forgotten New York's chill. Burning as she breathed in crisp and the hairs on her neck stood. Icy bitterness - biting into skin and her fingers were numb even stuffed into her pockets. The man ahead didn't even seem slightly inconvenienced.
"You're being dramatic," a crinkle in his eyes before a chuckle and white breath. His shoulders seemed lighter.
"Says the Super Soldier with the metal arm, you've got less parts to get cold."
"You've said worse to me."
Eyes glared in her direction then back ahead, she caught the quirk at the corner of his mouth before he could hide it. She couldn't help her own smile.
Bucky, to her, felt like comfort. An odd kind of uncertainty but safety that left her longing for more and she wasn't entirely sure for what.
But she caught herself memorising the tension in his jaw when words got stuck, a squint as eyes darkened - the way his head would tilt when he spoke. The sorrow in his features when he thought no one paid mind. He carried more hurt than he'd let on.
Though he'd watch her hands, she'd notice. Eyes would focus on chipped nail polish and picking at raw edges as words took - almost distant gazes but she knew he'd heard.
"Hey," a bump to her shoulder and she almost gasped at the pull from thoughts. "Where are you?"
She breathed a short laugh, watching her boots as she sifted through her brain for an answer that wasn't related to him. Because she couldn't do that yet, she wouldn't.
"Uh," another forced chuckle before an awkward smile. He had every right to be suspicious.
"'Think the cold might be freezing your brain."
"That and I can't feel my nose or my fingers," an eye roll with a smile from him. "Don't roll your eyes at me, I will punch you."
Feigned fear in his eyes before he broke out into grins, her chest felt warmer. Static in her stomach like he was a high school crush.
"I hate you, Barnes."
Right hand held out to her, he still wore the gloves and it almost made her frown. Even through the leather his palm radiated warmth and the butterflies doubled.
"Yeah?" The smug in his grin never faltered, seeming to widen at the colour growing in her cheeks. "Seems like I'm helping now."
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Could I get some headcanons of how yanderes Stucky and Peter Parker would react to the reader freaking out after he kidnapped her and she suddenly yells ''What's the guarantee you won't kill me after you're bored with me?''
Yandere Stucky x GN reader
I didn't know how much I love yandere stucky until you started requesting to so thanks lol
You woke up in your "new home" not to long along and you where not taking it well. Steve and Bucky tried very hard to sooth you. At one point you tried to hit them so now you where trapped in Steve's lap on the floor. He wasn't hurting you. God no he would never just holding you in place. Bucky was on his knees in front of you trying to see if you wanted some water or a blanket but nothing worked. "Please let me go. I want to go home." You sobbed. "Baby you are home." Bucky said. You shook your head. "Yeah you are, honey. We are going to have so much fun here. Isn't that right, Bucky." Steve said trying to help. "What's the guarantee you won't kill me after you're bored with me?" You asked through tears. They stopped for a moment and looked at each other. 'Did they think we would really hurt them?' The both thought to themselves. Steve turned you to look at him. "Y/n, you are the most extraordinary person very. Look at me." He said grabbing your face as you tried to turn away. "We would never hurt you. We brought you here to keep you from getting hurt." He kissed your nose. Bucky chimed in. "Steve and I could never get bored of you either. How could we? You've got so many layers to you." Bucky reached out his cold metal give you chills as his careful brushed your hair behind your ear. "We love you every much y/n. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.... C-Can I have a hug?" Bucky asked shyly opening his arms. Your hesitation lead to Steve gentle nudging you to move. You cautiously move to bucky hugging him. It was his turn to have you sit in his lap. Steve smiled at the both of you and took a quick picture while you weren't looking. Bucky rubbed your back. "I love you, doll." He said kissing your forehead before leaning forehead to give Steve a kiss.
Yandere Peter Parker x GN reader
I'm not really into Peter Parker so I did my best. there's a deleted scene from endgame where he calls mantis lady bug & it was so heart warming.
You woke in a bed you didn't recognize, hands and feet bound by insanely strong spider webs. "HELP!!" You screamed as you struggled. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!" Peter came running the room. "Are you okay?!" He asked frantic. "No no please don't hurt me!" You begged knowing he was the one who webbed you up. "W-what hurt you no I-" He stopped and realized that you where scared because he, you know kidnapped you. "Oh no no no." He said sitting down on the bed next to you. "Hey hey it's okay. It'd okay. I promise. I know it's all a little scary right now but this is for the best y/n. I've been watching you for a while and you where so stunning and then you accidentally found out I was spider man because I was changing in the alley outside your window." Peter continued to ramble explaining that was planning to take you anyway beacuase he just loved you so much and you finding out was a perfect excuse to act soonerthan later. "But but what's the guarantee you won't kill me after you're bored with me?" Peter paused his rambling and looked up from his lap to your face. You where crying. "No no no no. I love you I would NEVER kill you. You're my GF/BF/partner, y/n. I would never ever ever do something so cruel to you but if someone tried to hurt you I don't think I could say the same to them." He said blushing at the thought. His eyes where heart-shaped. "I'm spider-man its my job to look out for the little guy. You know? It's my job to look out for you." He lead foreword. "Can I kiss you, love bug?" You shook your head. His heart eyes sadden. "That's okay. I can wait. It's not like your going anywhere."
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hi lovely! i have a request if you’ve not already wrote one or you’re willing to write it :) - a lil drabble about if mafia!bucky misses date night bc he’s too busy with his business and stuff (a little angsty and a lil fluffy)
thank you sm <3
SUMMARY// Bucky misses the 3rd date night in a row and assumes buying you something will make up for it
WARNINGS// cursing, lil angst, lil fluff, I think that's ab it
NOTE// this was pretty fun to write, not gonna lie
Bucky mentally cursed at himself as he got out of his car, quickly climbing the stairs of your apartment building as he looked at his watch.
Five hours late for a reservations he'd made to your favorite restaurant three weeks before.
"She's gonna fucking kill me." He grumbled to himself as he flipped through his keys for the one to your apartment door.
"Hey, baby." Bucky gave you a nervous smile when he saw you stand from the couch, dress flowing against your thighs as you stormed down the hallway.
"Come back- I'm sorry." He huffed, letting the door shut so he could follow after you. "Get out." You snapped, slamming the bathroom door.
He leaned his forehead against the wood and sighed. "I got caught up, I said I was sorry." Bucky tapped his metal knuckles against the door, hearing a soft sniffle on the other side. "This is the third time you've missed a date. In a row. I've barely seen you in the past two months. I might as well be single..."
His heart twisted at your words and he squeezed his eyes shut, the possibility of losing you due to him flaking out so much finally weighing on him. "Don't say that, darling. Please, don't say that." He pleaded, trying to turn the knob. "I'll make it up to you. New dress? Maybe some shoes to match? Anything you want, I'll buy for you."
Bucky almost fell forward when you slung the door open, swiftly catching himself with the doorframe as you looked up at him with tears streaking your face. "I don't want you to spend money on me, I wanna spend time with you."
His hands reached to hold your waist as you shoved pass him. "You look so gorgeous, sweetheart. C'mon, let's go find something to do." He offered as you pushed his hands away. "Go away." You muttered, feeling behind you for the zipper of your dress.
"No, don't undress. We're gonna go do something." He said while tapping your hands away gently. "You can go do something, I'm going to bed."
"I told you I was sorry and I would get you whatever you wanted to make up for it!" Bucky didn't mean for his tone to raise the way it did. Though, it still didn't phase you as you whipped around to glare at him.
"Buying someone things doesn't make up for everything, James! You need to understand that money doesn't solve every problem!" You retorted, Bucky's shoulders slumping and eyebrows knitting together. "I figured it'd make you happy."
You scoffed and tugged at your zipper. "I don't want money, I want you. You make me happy. Get that through your thick skull." You seethed, poking a finger into his thick chest.
"Did you just- poke me?" Bucky wasn't mad, more confused by your actions and words. "Just go home. If you can't understand that all I want, is to spend even just an hour with you- then go home." You said waving a hand at him.
"I'm offering to take you somewhere and buy you something, sweetheart!" He tried to soften his tone with the petname so it wasn't as harsh, urging his gaze not to watch the dress pool at your feet. "Exactly- buy me something! That's all it ever is! 'I'll buy you this, I'll buy you that'- I just want my fucking boyfriend!"
The tears that pooled in your eyes made everything click in Bucky's mind, knowing exactly what he had to do so that he could make it up to you.
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Fine," he said pulling his dress shirt from the waistband of his slacks. "Wanna go to bed? Do it. I'll be in the living room watching TV. Might even order some take out." He walked to your dresser as he unbuttoned his shirt, getting in the very last drawer that held some of his clothes he'd left behind.
"Whatever." You mumbled, getting a shirt from your closet to wear.
You watched as Bucky pulled on a pair of sweatpants, sitting a thin, rectangular box on top of the dresser before walking out of the room.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, you folded your arms across your chest and huffed out a breath. Looking at the box he'd left behind.
You rolled your eyes at it as you crossed your legs under you. Thinking it was something he'd sent someone for as a way to apologize.
Maybe you had overreacted, maybe you hadn't. It didn't seem like such a bad thing to want some time with him. He just stayed so busy all of the time.
Bucky sat in the living room for almost an hour, waiting for the food delivery and for you to finally come out of your room. He knew that you wouldn't actually go to sleep if he was sat in your living room. You'd wait for awhile for everything to cool down, then come out.
Your soft footsteps caught his attention from the TV as you padded into the room wearing one of his shirts. Eyebrows knitted together as your eyes wandered towards the TV for a moment and you moved to stand in front of him. "I'm sorry, darling." He exhaled, reaching his hands out to you.
You looked at him for a moment before sitting on his lap, his arms going around your tightly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." You murmured, tracing one of the golden lines on his bionic left arm. "I understand, I shouldn't have yelled either. I'm not around as much as I should be. I'll turn my phone off until I leave tomorrow afternoon- Did you open the box?" He said, pressing a kiss to your temple as you shook your head. "No, I don't want an apology gift. I told you that."
Bucky chuckled lightly and hugged you a little tighter. "I bought it yesterday, didn't think I was gonna be so late. Was gonna give it to you over dinner as an early anniversary gift." He shrugged, another kiss pressed to your shoulder this time before he patted your leg for you to move over.
You watched him go down the hall and into your room, coming back out with the velvety box in hand.
"You're impossible sometimes, you know that?" You stated as he sat back down beside you. "Mhm, you love it." Bucky smirked, pecking a kiss to your lips as he opened the box. Taking the tennis bracelet out. "And cheesy."
Laughing lightly, he placed it on your wrist. Clasping it before turning the jewelry to show the 'J' pendant that was attached to it. "Extremely cheesy for you, sweetheart."
"What kind of food did you order?" You said softly, looking down at the pendant as you messed with it. Bucky sitting next to you and pulling you into his side. "The all night diner down the street. Your favorite." He exhaled, pulling your legs to hook over one of his. "Really?" You said, finally looking at him again.
Humming in response, he place a brief kiss to your lips. Cold left hand cupping the inside of your thigh. "I really do care for you, sweetheart. Would hate to lose you." You nodded pecked a kiss to the dimple of his chin, lifting your hands to hold his scratchy jaw. "No more apology gifts."
Bucky's blue eyes sparkled as he looked at you, a wide smile flashing his pearly whites. "Whatever you want, sugar."
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TO ME YOU MEAN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE
Summary: For the first time you feel like you have finally found home and most importantly someone who sees you for who you are.
Author’s note: So, this might hit too close to home for some of you because daddy issues and whatnot. If you’re going through anything abusive in any kind of relationship and need to vent feel free to dm me. I hope this can bring comfort to all of you. And Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
Pairings: Bucky x reader(any race)
Word count: 2.2k+
Warnings:( tw) daddy issues like a literal monster of a father,angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, toxic father.
DO NOT PLAGIARISE, TRANSLATE OR DO ANY OF THAT CHEAP SHIT.
“Love, do we need to buy more syrup?” Bucky asks, holding up a bottle of syrup and the shopping basket in the other.
“Oh yeah, we do. Thanks for remembering, Jamie.” You say giving him a kiss on his cheek, where you felt heat rise up under your lips. This big hunk of a man was the most adorable being to exist, you could swear on that with your whole life. He gives you a boyish grin as he drops the bottle into the basket and takes your hand.
It was mornings like these filled with domesticity that you always looked forward to with Bucky. It made both of you feel normal and grounded.
Growing up around people who never seemed to care for what you wanted and always taught you to never speak your mind was not the best to say the least. For years you never got a taste of freedom, independence or even the feeling that you are enough. Que the entry of Bucky Barnes into your life like the hopeful ray of sunshine after years and years of storm and rain. Clearly this man did not understand how much he flipped your world upside down. How he made you feel like you could actually breathe. He always insisted that you were the miracle in his life, the one who pulled him out of an abyss of sorrow and hopelessness. Both of you were right. Both of you were absolute blessings in each other’s life. The two of you met at a time where you as well as him were lost. But, with each passing year, both of you fixed each other and gave all the love and affection to compensate for all the years neither of you had received any and in the process you and Bucky fixed yourselves too. Neither of you were showing any signs of letting go of the other ever. Long story short, life was a blissful dream when you both had each other in your lives.
You stand back in the women’s hygiene aisle as you watch your boyfriend grab a box of tampons/pads/menstrual cups for you from the top shelf.
“ Here we go. Now I don't have to rush out of our house to get you these.” Bucky says, his eyes softening and heart fluttering at the breathy laugh that left your mouth.
“ Don't be so sure about that. Now I'm just going to make up excuses just to see you rush out of our house.” You say giving him a playful jab on his side with your elbows to which he smiled an eye-crinkling smile and kissed the top of your head.
His life was good. The best. He doesn't remember the last time he felt so satisfied with everything going on in his life. Bucky Barnes was finally learning to live his life to the fullest all because of his angel. His (Y/N). He yearned for those soft touches on his skin, the way you kiss the tip of his nose, the way you would curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest. Unlike all the times before, you made him feel wanted for good reasons. He was well aware of everything that you had gone through since your childhood. Even before you told him about it, he could make out from your need of constant validation, attention and assurance that you were enough. He went out of his way every single day since he met you to make you see and realize how much you mean to him, how amazing and otherworldly you are. He hated that you thought so low of yourself but, he hated your father the most for making you feel this way.
The moment you told him everything and how you were brought up and the effect that kind of upbringing had on you, he wanted to do nothing more than make your father regret acting the way he acted towards his angel. But, he couldn't do that . You were finally at peace, enjoying your life with your man and was starting to see your worth. He didn't want to ruin that and bring more mayhem into your life. He knew he would get a chance to give your father a piece of his mind. He just had to wait for it. Even with your insecurities, in his eyes you were the strongest person he has ever come across. Handling him wasn't the easiest task, he knew that way too well. But then, there you were not even considering it to be a task or job and loving him just because you could and wanted to. You were so strong and brave for opening up to him, letting him help you, for being so patient with him and never giving up on him. There was nothing either of you wouldn’t do for each other and in the end that's all that mattered.
“ We have bought everything we need, right? Is there anything left?” Bucky asks with a soft smile that never fails to make butterflies erupt in your tummy.
“ Yeah we've got everything we need, Jamie.” You say returning the same smile before walking towards the billing counter with his hand in yours.
“ (Y/N), my sweet girl, it's been so long since I’ve seen you.” That voice made you stop in your tracks, eyes widened and fear took over your body. It was a completely normal response to that voice. You turn around, hand clenching Buck’s as you face your father who was right in front of you.
Bucky’s blood boiled at the sight of him, already ready to lurch at him and knock him out but his girl needed him by his side right now.
“ Father. Good seeing you here.” The fear in your voice made Bucky’s heart throb but he was so proud of you for staying strong. You were talking to him like how one would with a stranger where they would put on a formal behaviour to please the person and no one deserved to talk to their own father like they were someone they weren't. No one deserves to feel the need to hide their real self due to the fear of not pleasing their father.
“ Aren't you going to give your dad a hug?” He asks, almost like he was mocking you. You walk over to give him a quick hesitant hug while Bucky never lets your hand out of his.
“ New boytoy, huh? What was the other one's name? Trevor? Bet you drained all of his money.” There it was , the insulting. Before you could respond, Bucky already had him pinned against the nearest wall. If you weren't so traumatized by your father, you would have felt scared for him.
“ Don't ever speak about my girl like that ever again and stay the fuck out of her life if you know whats good for you.” Bucky says through gritted teeth, the veins in his neck bulging and his chest heaving with rage. People have already started to gather around watching the whole scene unfold and the last thing you wanted was videos of The Winter Soldier beating up someone.
“ Boy, if you know what's good for you, you’ll leave her or she’s going to end up leaving you when she has finished using you and realize that you have nothing more to give her. And I’ll gladly stay out of her life. I have more interesting things to do than wanting to know what goes on in a whore’s life.” Bucky snapped at the words that left your father’s mouth and within seconds he was punching him at a rapid pace and you knew if you didn't stop him it was going to end up bad.
“ Bucky stop. Please let's go home.” You beg but he was too caught up in trying to make your father regret his words. People had their phones out and were filming now and you were terrified of the world seeing what was happening without any context.
“ Hey, what's happening here?” You turn around and see two security guards hurrying towards Bucky. Oh God no.
“ Stay back, mister. Stop this right now.” One of them shouts as they try to pull him away from your father who falls to the ground clutching his now unrecognisable.
“ STAY AWAY FROM HER, I MEAN IT.” With that Bucky lets himself free from the guards’ grips and takes your hand as the two of you walk out of the store.
The ride back home was quiet and tense. You could still feel the anger radiating off of him and the best thing to do would be to give him some time to cool off. Bucky on the other hand was not sorry about beating your father up. He deserved it. What he was terrified of was the thought that maybe he had scared you by his violent actions. What if he reminded you of your father? What if you no longer wanted to be with someone who could get so violent? Or worse, what if you thought he would behave so violently towards you? Bucky’s mind was racing with these terrifying thoughts.
By the time the two of you reached home, you were asleep on your seat .
"Sweetheart, wake up, we're home." Bucky says gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, a small groan leaving your lips which earned a chuckle from Bucky. He gets out of the car and walks towards your side, opening the door for you as you climb out, immediately wrapping your arms around his left one, pressing your cheek against his upper arm, not letting go throughout the whole walk towards your apartment. The gesture made Bucky's heart expand as he let out a sigh of relief after giving you a soft smile.
The moment both of you entered the apartment, you dragged him to the bathroom to clean up the cuts on his face. Silently pull the necessary items from the cabinets, you hop onto the sink counter and pull him to stand between your legs. Before you could start cleaning up his face, he takes your hands in his and rests his forehead on yours, his eyes closed as well as yours.
“ I’m not sorry for beating him up.” He says, emitting a breathy laugh from you and to say he was relieved hearing the casual sound would be an understatement.
“ I wouldn't be sorry either so don’t worry.” You say, with your eyes still closed and this time it was his chance to release a chuckle.
“ Why are you with me , Jamie? What makes you so sure that I wouldn't do what he told you I would?” You ask, genuinely wanting to know the answer. All these years you were doing so good not letting your father get into your head, but he had to show up and ruin everything like always.
“Sweetheart.” He sighed before continuing, “ You listen to me okay? Do not let him get inside your head. Don't give him what he wants (Y/N), he doesn't deserve that kind of satisfaction. And I know that everything he told is not true because I know my angel for who she is unlike him. My angel is the best thing that has ever happened to me, the best thing to ever exist on this planet. So, don't you dare question your worth because of him. Promise me that.” He says, boring those gorgeous eyes filled with so much love and adoration into yours. You have no idea what huge deed you have done in your life to ever deserve him but you're not complaining either. He brings his lips to yours, kissing you with so much passion, that you can feel his love for you radiating off of him, enveloping you completely as his arms wrap around your body , holding you so preciously and fuck you havent felt so bloody special ever in your life.
“ You know what? Let's go on a vacation. A road trip.” Bucky suggests, breathless from the intimate moment. This pulls an amused laugh from you.
“ Aroad trip? Really?” You ask, your voice filled with excitement and Bucky can't help but give you a kiss on your forehead as he hears the excitement in your voice.
“ Yes, really.”
“ Right now?”
“ Right now.”
“ We gotta pack. Race you to our room." He says right before bolting out, chuckling and you follow him, ' you little shit' said under your breath, both of your laughter filling the whole house.
You were happy. You were content and as long as you had your man by your side there's nothing that would change that. Shitty fathers be damned .
A/n(2): again I would love some feedback/comments so that I know what I should be working on
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Character: James Bucky Barnes
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes / SecretaryFem!Reader (OC)
Warnings: Mentions of Fear. Nightmares. Relationship things. Cuddle. Hugs. Light mentions of sex (nothing so bad). Post! TFATWS. New Avengers. Mentions of member of the team. Insecurities. Fluff. So fluff. Bucky being cute and adorable (This is a full warning!!)
Author's Note: Hello! Hello! Hello! How are you doing? I'm so happy to bring you a new fic with my beloved movie husband Bucky.
I write this in a couple of hours. So...I hope you like it so so much!!! I'll wait for your replies.
Thanks for all of them, it means so so much. XOXO ❤️
Half asleep I grope the space next to me, trying to reach Bucky but can't find him. I just feel cold. I open my eyes and barely take the cell phone, the black screen yells at me "Sorry, you forgot to charge me"
I barely get up as I hug myself and feel the warm fabric protect me from the morning chill. I hear a complaint when I walk into the living room and see that Bucky is on the floor, exercising like he needs it.
He drops himself on the ground and closes his eyes, as if something is bothering him. I knock slowly on the threshold of the door and he barely sees me, surely headlong, and he gives me a smile, the kind that does not reach his eyes.
- When will the day be that I do not find you exercising? It's early James, come to bed.
I indicate the room while I look at the clock on the window: it is 06:30 in the morning.
- I needed it, doll.
His tone tells me that he was on one of those days where he needed to discharge energy. I knew what he was referring to.
- Nightmares again?
- Yes - his monotonous reply makes me sigh when I realize what nightmare he is referring to.
- That nightmare, right?
He does not confirm it to me but he does not deny it either. I lean against the doorway as I feel the cold air hit my knees. Even being summer, the mornings used to be very cold. ÑAnd without pants, it was so much worse.
- I'm here, can't you see me?
He closes his eyes again and rests his arm on his forehead. I can tell how tense he is based on his position, plus the muscles in his arm seem to be made of titanium, as if his were his other arm.
- The fear of losing you can with me. I still can't handle it.
I sigh as I see how weak a man can become when his mind is on the mend. And that's my man like that Taylor Swift's song say.
- You will not do it. You have me here - he looks at me, removing his arm from his face, but making no move to get up- If you don't get a little closer I can't prove my point, Barnes.
He lets out a laugh as he gets up and gets close enough for me to take his hands and place them both on either side of my waist. - Here I am, Bucky. I'm here for you for whatever you want, but you're not going to get rid of me so easily. And they won't take me away from you so easily either, baby.
He laughs again as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me like he's going to say goodbye. I didn't usually like those emotions because they reflected his suffering, but he dealt with them tooth and nail. Nightmares despite being rare, each time they occurred, they made him even more sensitive but they were not as difficult to deal with as before.
- What if something happens to you when I'm not here?
- It won't happen - I look at him frowning, trying to look annoyed, which I can't since I see he's trying not to laugh, even though his eyes are still sad - I know I have Spector breathing down my neck every time you leave - Look away for a second and I hit him on the arm - Did you think I didn't notice? Marc may be very good at what he does, but dissimulation is not usually his strong suit.
He shakes his head as he leaves a soft kiss against my hair.
- All your enemies are gone, Bucky. Only you and the world remain in front of you. It's time for you to show them what you're made of.
- You're my World.
I hide my head against his chest as I feel the color begin to invade my face. He could be romantic at the wrong times, like now - I despair at the very idea of losing you. I can not control it.
- Do not let the fear of something that did not happen or will happen, because you are a kind of demon when it comes to me, and that is something that pleases me a lot - I turn away and take his face with both hands at the same time that he turns to leave a kiss on the back of one of them - Try to distract yourself, focus on the now and that here I am cold.
He laughs out loud as I feel his body relax in my hands. I was always to deny my sense of humor, but since I discovered that it was a form of distraction for Bucky when he had nightmares, I made the passes with it and used it as my secret weapon against his fears.
- Look at you, I'm at a disadvantage. I only wear a shirt and you wear pants and a shirt. That's not fair.
- Is that your way of telling me what you want me to take off some clothes?
I laugh as I pull away and take his hand, pulling him into the room.
- No, Candyman. I want you to get your ass in there and get into bed with me.
- Your wishes are orders to me, doll.
He laughs again as I feel the sound of his identification badges hitting each other and against my chest, and I see his eyes go down to the chain that can be seen under one of his shirts that I am wearing.
- I like to see you alone with them. It's a way of telling the world that you are mine.
This man is going to kill me with words like this...
- Me too, but you won't see them again if you don't go in there, Barnes.
He looks at the window for a few seconds and lets out a sigh as he lets me guide him to the room - I appreciate the day I met you, doll.
- You should thank Spector. If it weren't for me agreeing to be his temporary secretary, we wouldn't be here.
- Sometimes I think you like Marc more than I would like.
- I like him. And let's leave it there.
I can't say the same when he becomes Moon Knight. He has given me more of a scare that I prefer not to remember.
I smile when I notice that Bucky is getting upset and that also works to distract him from his bad nights.
I walk around the bed and feel his hand try to grab the shirt, but I dodge as soon as I notice his movement.
- No. No.. Go to bed, James - I point it out as he gives me one of his best pouts and I shake my head so he crawls into bed like an obedient child.
- You look amazing in it, but I want to take it off...
- James, I'm cold. You hug me?
I see his eyes melt at my words and as soon as I get under the covers, he surrounds me with his arms, while I feel that his body transmits heat to mine.
- Thanks for being here, doll.
I move enough for his lips to press against mine and I settle against his chest to try to get at least the rest of sleep before the damn clock wakes us up at eight.
- Whenever you need me, you have me, Barnes.
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You and your roommate, Bucky, go to a haunted forest Halloween attraction. Maybe you can get a date out of it?
This is another entry for @metalbuckaroo s 2K Writing Challenge! I used a random number generator for my prompts and somehow it came out better than when I picked my own 😂
35: Kiss me better
38: I'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand
12: I'm going to ruin that pretty makeup
47: I'd rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do.
Warnings: Cussing, implied smut, a haunted forest
Words: 2k and some change
18+ only, Minors DNI
Bucky sat in the living room drinking a beer and waiting for you to come home. He missed you on the days you worked and he didn’t. The house was a lot quieter without you. Most days, he would play music off of one of your Spotify playlists to make it feel like you were around, but he always turned it off at 5 because he didn’t want you to hear it. He was head over heels in love with you, but he’d never admit it because then you might not want to be roommates with him. But you were so full of life, your laugh was contagious, the way you danced around the kitchen while you were making dinner captivated him. Life would be so dull without you. And of course he loved catching glimpses of you walking from the bathroom to your bedroom in nothing but a towel, or the nights he would come home late and you were obviously braless in your pjs, relaxing and drinking wine on the same couch he was sitting on.
He was lost in a daydream of you when you burst through the front door, scaring the shit out of him. “Aaahh!! Fuck, Y/n, you’re gonna give me a heart attack!” he scolded, flustered and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I figured you woulda heard me knocking for you to open the door. Would you help me with these bags?” you asked as you stumbled through the narrow entry way. He dashed over and took the bags off of your left arm. “Thanks! You excited about tonight?” Your eyes were shining with excitement.
Bucky bit his lip and thought for a moment. “Tonight…What’s tonight?”
“Of course you would forget. It’s only the night you promised to go with me to the best haunted forest in the whole state. You forgot we were going to dress up, too, didn’t you?” You tried to hide a smile. You were hoping he had forgotten that part, too, cause you had bought both of you costumes and were so thrilled about it.
“Oh, uh, yeah the forest. I remembered that part…” he blushed a little before adding, “I don’t have a costume. I’m sorry.”
“Yes! I’m so excited!!” You bounced around the kitchen and started unwrapping bags at lightning speed. “I have the perfect thing for us then!”
Bucky had no idea what was happening. He forgot about the forest and he didn’t have a costume and you were excited about it? He might not understand, but your face all lit up like that was more beautiful than he thought he could handle. “Ok, well good. What did you buy us?”
You held up a long black dress and a cheap black suit. “We’re gonna be the Addams! I’m gonna be Morticia, obviously. Look at how gorgeous this dress is! Ok, here’s your stuff, go get dressed and then I can help you with hair and makeup. This is going to be the best Halloween ever!” You raced out of the room, taking Bucky’s heart with you.
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Forty minutes later, you came out of your room and stood in the doorway of the living room. “Wha’d’ya think?” You gave a graceful spin and Bucky admired the dress. It was low cut in the front and he could see the tops of your breasts. As you spun, he admired the way the dress hugged your figure and the low cut back that accentuated the curve of your ass. Damn, you looked good. He took the final swig of his beer and stood up. “Stunning. I like that necklace, is that a bat on it?” He was desperately trying not to stare at your chest while he walked closer to see better.
“Yeah, not exactly what Morticia wore but I liked it well enough. Honestly, I’d rather have your hands around my throat, but the necklace will do for now.” You gave him a wicked smirk as he choked and coughed. “You look really nice in your outfit, too! Give me a spin, darling!”
“You’re going to literally kill me.” He grumbled as he spun around for you.
“I love it! You look so handsome!” You hoped tonight would give him the encouragement he needed to finally ask you out. You had been in love with Bucky for months now, and he wasn’t very subtle with his wandering eyes and flirty comments. You had tried to flirt back and drop hints, but nothing ever happened. It was like he was completely oblivious. If you could just tease him enough, maybe convince him you liked him back, he would ask you on a real date. “You know, Morticia and Gomez Addams are married, so we have to pretend to at least be dating tonight.”
Bucky’s eyes got huge. “I mean, that’s fine with me. You wanna…you wanna do my makeup or whatever and then go?” He was so nervous, he hadn’t planned on any of this tonight. The most he was hoping for tonight was to hear you sing in the shower and then watch you walk through the hallway, dripping water and looking good enough to eat. He gulped when you walked towards him, placed a hand squarely on his chest and pushed him backwards until he bumped into the kitchen table. His mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute but he wasn’t having any cohesive thoughts at all. He may as well have been drooling.
“Sit down, sweetheart. I’ve gotta fix your hair,” you said in a sultry voice. You knew exactly what you were doing to him and you loved watching his mind unravel. You brushed his hair and styled it, then grabbed your makeup kit. You walked in front of him and used your hands to hold his legs together so you could straddle them and sat down. You had purposefully bought a dress with a high slit in it so you could do this exact thing. You hadn’t really known where or when, but if the opportunity struck you wanted to be ready. And boy did it strike.
“Just a little powder and eyeliner, ok?” you asked. He nodded and kept his bright blue eyes trained on yours, the light hitting them just right and making them practically glow. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
He shook his head. “No, not at all. But what are the rules? Is it strip club rules, completely hands off? Or…” his words seemed to dry up and you smiled.
You bent forward so your lips were brushing the shell of his ear. “You can touch anything you want to. Hands, lips, teeth, you can use them all, whatever you want, Sarge.” You bit his earlobe and he let a small, breathy moan escape, his mouth opening slightly. You sat up and grabbed your makeup and brushes. “Close your eyes for me and hold your breath.” You dusted his face with powder to make it matte and said “Ok, all done with that part.” His eyes opened again and his hands came up, cupping your ass with a firm grip. Your eyes got wide and it was his turn to smirk at you.
“Now eyeliner, right Cara Mia?” (my beloved). He slapped your ass with one hand before trailing upwards to rest his hands on your hips.
You grabbed the eyeliner and did his eyes, but before you could slip off his lap, his metal hand traveled up and squeezed your breast. His other hand slid up your back and pressed you forward so he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh peeking out the top of your dress. You mewled and he left a nice hickey ringed in teeth marks there for everyone to see. “Thank you for your help with my costume. You ready?” he asked as if nothing had happened.
You stood up, brain a foggy mess. “Yeah, I think so. Let me go get my purse.” You thought that maybe, you were going to get way more than you had bargained for when you left the Halloween store today.
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The drive over to the haunted forest was surprisingly relaxing, despite you both being horny. You turned on your spooky music playlist and the two of you sang along. It was almost enough to distract you from his hand on your thigh, holding so firmly you were sure there would be fingerprints left. The two of you parked and purchased tickets, waited your turn and finally got to go through the forest. Bucky wasn’t sure what to expect, but he figured he wouldn’t be phased by anything these people could throw at him. What he wasn’t expecting was the clause in the waiver the two of you signed that stated that the actors would be given names of people going through the forest, and could use your names whenever to scare you. So when the guide dressed as the Grim Reaper took you through a portion of the woods decorated like an abandoned insane asylum, he wasn’t expecting the girl sitting in the corner to talk to him. Or you.
“Buuuuuckkkyyyyyyyyyy,” she called in a quiet, sing-song voice. “Y/n,” she said in the same way. “Come play with me!” She jumped up and ran towards you, stopping a few feet from Bucky. You screamed and flung yourself into his arms and he spun you around so that his back was to the girl. If she was going to get one of you, he thought it should be him. The guide laughed evilly and told her to go back to her corner. Bucky opened his eyes, not remembering closing them, and sighed in relief. You let go and laughed uneasily.
“I’m not scared, but if you are you can hold my hand,” he offered, trying to be brave.
You didn’t say anything back but gripped his hand with yours and wrapped your other arm around his.
The rest of the group started walking and Bucky guided you to the middle of the pack so hopefully the rest of the actors would target other clients, which they did. The rest of the forest was fun, but you had had enough by the end of it.
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The two of you walked into the apartment, tired from the adrenaline of the forest and the raging hormones from earlier. Bucky sat down in his spot on the couch, cold beer in hand. “That was fun,” he said before taking a long drink.
You walked over to him and waited for him to be done. When he pulled the bottle from his lips, you took it from him and set it on the end table. Then, you straddled his lap again and laid against him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. You really wanted to be held, and Bucky was happy to oblige. He leaned his head forward and pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder where the dress had slipped over a bit. He absentmindedly picked at the high seam of the split at the top of your thigh. “I like your dress. You should wear it all year round,” he mumbled.
“Thank you. Who knew a haunted forest could be that terrifying and that exhausting?” you asked, your voice muffled. You sat back and the two of you just looked into each other’s eyes, breath syncing up and feeling connected in a way you had never felt before. His hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, gently urging you forward. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
He blushed and smiled at you shyly. “I like you, a lot. More than roommates or friends. Would you think about giving me a chance, maybe go out on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“Kiss me better.” You answered.
He gave you a confused look. “What?
“I’ve been waiting for months for you to ask me out. Kiss me better,” you insisted.
He kissed your nose and replied, “I’m gonna ruin that pretty makeup. But your wish is my command, Cara Mia.”
“Oh, before you do,” you interrupted. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I’m a little scared sleeping alone after the forest.” You blushed sheepishly.
"Hell, you can move into my room if you want." he grabbed your ass and kissed your throat, working his way up to your lips.
He stood up and carried you to his room, throwing you down on his bed. He crawled up over you and claimed your mouth with his. It didn’t matter that you were scared to sleep alone, he didn’t let you sleep until the sun came up and the birds were singing anyway.
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Stop Fucking Things Up!
Summary: You love Bucky even tho he hurt you but why is your heart beating faster when you heard Steve's Confession?
Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader x Steve
Word Count: 900+
Warning: Bit of Dark!Steve, Angst, A bit short.
A/N: Please give me feedback I would really appreciate it!
Part 1: You Betrayed Me, Part 2: Mend The Broken
"You fucking did what!? Steve how dare you touch her!!" Bucky screams at him through his phone. The sadness and guilt change into anger and betrayal.
"I know Bucky stop screaming it was all me and she pushed me away" Steve sighed he knows he fucked up but who could he not he was also in love with you.
"So what Steve I know (Y/n) won't betray me but I never thought it would be you, Steve... Why..? Why would you do that..? I am also in a place where I already regret what I have done to her but why would you have to betray me don't you God Steve... I-" Bucky couldn't stop now all the sadness he was holding it all came out with a burst.
He fell on his knees and began to sob loudly it was unbearable to hear his cries itself made it clear that he does regret it and he feels badly betrayed by his own best friend.
Steve didn't know what to say he knows he did some fucked up things when the situation was already bad and he didn't know why he kissed you maybe he felt selfish because he was always in love with you before Bucky decided to have you for himself.
(A few moments Before)
You looked away when Steve literally saying marrying you if it wasn't for Bucky " I- I don't know Steve... Maybe he really didn't know what he was doing... Maybe it was all me misunderstanding things... because I do know Bucky clearly never Cheats because He- I Just know..." You didn't know what to say but you were sure he isn't the type of guy who would ever cheat.
"I know (Y/n) he never cheated but he was just spending more time with her than you making you feel neglected and unworthy but you are not (Y/n) only if you were with me ." He said making you look at him "Steve... I-"
And the Steve kissed you it was quick and would have been longer if you hadn't pushed him away... "Steve No! This is wrong! I know I have broken up with Bucky but I still love him! Steve, I am so sorry but I can't You are my friend!" You got out of the car immediately and walked into the house.
You felt like you have cheated on Bucky even though you were hurt badly by him but that didn't mean you should do it to him too. Steve didn't get in but he stood outside the door and spoke "I- am sorry (Y/n) I don't know what came over me I didn't mean to disturb our relationship... I am sorry I... I was actually in love with you.. from the very start... I wanted you to be with me but I just couldn't because Bucky loved you too Maybe more than me.." he held that door but then he sat down and sighed.
"But I am truly sorry for that (Y/n) I am umh going back if you need anything else just tell me ok but I also wanted to say Bucky never betrayed you..." With a heavy heart, he left.
You didn't know what to do him yes you are feeling Betrayed by Bucky but also relieved that he never betrayed you and also your heart fluttered by Steve's confession.
"I don't know what I am feeling..."
Steve then confessed what actually happened but in the end, he even gave Bucky the address where you are Bucky didn't talk much to him once he heard where you are he immediately canceled the call and went to the garage to take his bike.
Before he could start the engine he got a call he was about to cancel it again thinking it was Steve but then his eyes light up. The caller was you...
"Doll... I am so so-" "I am sorry Bucky... That I... I have betrayed you I kissed Steve I am sorry he told me you never betrayed me-" "I know everything Doll... I know just wait for me I am coming" Bucky never felt this much happiness ever he never thought you were this innocent this kind and all he did was break your heart he knows you don't mean it! You didn't accept Steve's kiss instead you told him what happened!
Now all he knew was he had to make things right but why? Why he feels uneasy at the thought of Steve and you being alone in a house in the middle of nowhere?
Steve knows he has fucked up but what he can do he can't deny his love for you it wouldn't be fair for you and him. But knowing that there is still a chance for you to go back to Bucky breaks him.
He can't bear to see you being lovely with Bucky again it was already hard for him. He was a good friend but his own friend fucked up so why he should help him more his friend knows what he was doing so it doesn't matter if he pursued you right?
Steve walked back in and saw you sitting with your phone on and yours and Bucky's photo now he hates it, God...
(Y/n) looked at Steve "what's wrong why do you look so mad?" (Y/n) saw a frown on his and got a bit worried since he was not having a good mood was it because you rejected him?
"I want to ask you something (Y/n)" he sits beside you and holds your hand. You hesitate but nodded letting him continue trying to remove your hand from his but he had some firm grip.
"Why can't you give me a chance with you? I can treat you better!-"
"The fuck you doing Steve?" Bucky Exclaimed.
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chapter twenty-two - “a series of unfortunate events”
word count: 2.8k
synopsis: something scary happens in y/n’s home city, but it’s a lot more than meets the eye. the more she figures out, the worse things get, and the worse things get, the more bad things keep happening.
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol addiction
"Thank you so much. Have a good day," Y/N smiled at the cashier before leaving the market with her groceries.
She lived alone, so she only had to carry a few bags.
Stepping outside, she let the sunshine warm her face. Y/N walked a couple paces, then turned her head suddenly. She could've sworn there had been someone standing by the doors of the super market. Must've been a trick of the mind. It's not like they could've just disappeared.
She kept walking, down the block as she always did. It looked like it had started to snow. But then she looked closer. It was... ash? Why would there be ash?
Y/N looked up. Maybe it was some freak weather thing, or maybe a huge fire nearby. But it wasn't falling from the sky like ash normally would in those scenarios. She stopped walking and turned around. She had somehow... walked through a small flurry of it?
The spot she had walked through had a pile of this 'ash' on the ground. And some was on her clothes and in her hair.
"Oh, ew," she brushed it off.
She was about to bend down to inspect whatever she had just walked through when her entire body startled from a massive crash behind her, and she stumbled to the ground trying to cover her ears.
Panicking, she tried to scoot away from the street. Two cars just slammed into each other and caused a cascade of accidents around them. They were just a few yards from her; she very nearly could have died.
She was wobbly on her feet trying to stand back up. Her ears were ringing and one of her knees felt wet. She looked down. Blood. There was screaming a couple blocks down the street, and somewhere else there was another crash.
Her chest sunk when she realized. "Oh God."
A terrorist attack.
She didn't even think about looking back at the bags she left on the sidewalk as she ran as fast as she could back to her apartment.
She had no idea what was going on. Whatever was happening had killed the power in her building. No TV, no news, no internet. She was in the dark, literally and figuratively.
She placed candles around every room. She barely slept, and she didn't once dare to leave. Every now and then she heard some kind of crash or boom or yelling outside.
It had been four days.
Y/N was running out of food, supplies, and whatever else. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, what she was even supposed to do.
She was thinking about it when there was a knock at her door.
She stopped breathing. Then looked to her bedroom. Would she have enough time to make it there and get her gun before whoever was on the other side of that door broke through? Was it looters? Or psychopaths? Or the terrorists themselves? Who knows? Maybe they were going door to door.
It was almost silent. Whoever it was hadn't knocked again yet. Perhaps they were polite killers - wait for the fight to be fair before doing their worst. Whoever they were, she wasn't willing to give up more time.
Slowly and as quietly as she could, she tiptoed to her bedroom. One anxious step at a time. She made it with no trouble, and before she knew it, her gun was in her hands. A Glock 19. It wasn't huge, but it would do the job. No one had kicked down the door just yet.
Incredibly carefully, she made her way back to the living room, weapon aimed in front of her, hands dead still. Soon enough, she was facing the door. She took a deep breath.
"Come on, motherfucker," she whispered.
Another knock, more forceful this time. She didn't move.
Then, the knob started to jiggle; someone was trying to pick the lock. If they were attempting to sneak in, why the fuck would they knock first? Her grip tightened on the gun.
She didn't have time to ponder it before the door started to open. She pulled the trigger.
"Woah! Oh! Hey!" Steve yelled after he ducked. "It's just me! It's me! It's Steve!"
In the blink of an eye, Y/N shoved the pistol in the back of her jeans and lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his back.
"Oh my god! Steve!"
"You almost shot me!" he exclaimed, but returned the hug all the same.
"I know! I'm sorry! I didn't think it was you!"
He closed his eyes. "I was worried when you didn't answer when I knocked. I thought you were dead."
She let out a pained laugh. "I thought I was just about to be."
Steve gently pulled away. "How are you? Are you okay? Everything is... crazy right now."
"I know, I don't- There's no power in the building- I almost got hit by a car. Which fucking terrorist group is it?"
"You-... what? Terrorists?"
"Yeah. It was some sort of attack."
He looked at her quizzically.
"What?" she asked.
"It's not terrorists."
"Then what is it? I haven't left this apartment in four days."
"This is gonna be... hard to explain."
"Do you remember what happened in New York in 2012?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Something like that happened again."
"Oh shit. Here?"
"Every-... how? What happened?"
It took about ten minutes of explaining. Thanos. The stones. The snap. The dusted.
"Half of the entire planet?! Just gone?!"
He gulped. "Yes."
"That's why- Oh my god- I walked through it- I walked through someone," her voice shook. "It was-... they... were in my hair... on my clothes..."
"I'm sorry. We fought- we-... we really tried. All of us."
She tried to breathe, in shock. "Are you okay? You have bruises and cuts everywhere."
He shook his head, eyes glossy.
"No, I'm fine, I'm fine. But we lost... so much. I really thought there was a chance with the mind stone but Shuri-" he cut himself off suddenly.
Her mind caught up to her. And she froze.
The silence was barbed wire around Steve's throat.
"You were in Wakanda? The fight... was in Wakanda?"
He bit the inside of his lip.
"Steve..." her body didn't move an inch.
"I'm sorry," is all he could say.
"I'm so sorry."
"Is that why you came?"
"Y/N..." his voice cracked.
She paused, then looked away from him. "He's dead?"
Shakily, Steve exhaled. His voice was tiny.
Then it was quiet. The two of them just stood there, neither saying a word. Steve honestly had no idea how she was going to react. He watched her closely but nothing really happened.
"He... really loved you. So much. I'm so sorry."
She just nodded. "Thank you. For coming to tell me."
Steve was trying to figure out what to say next when the lights turned on.
She looked up. "Thanks for coming all the way here, but uh, I think I'm okay now. And you probably have somewhere to be..."
"Y/N, if you need something..."
"Think I'm good."
"Are you sure? This is all a lot, so I'd understand if you don't wanna be alone or need help with anything. I mean, I owe you that much."
"Thank you, but I'm fine. I actually think I need to go out and get some stuff for the apartment. I've been cooped up in here for days, so..."
Steve conceded. "Okay. I'll leave you be. But if you need anything... I'm here for you."
He went in to hug her goodbye, but her arms barely moved.
And then she was alone. In more ways than one.
It didn't take that long for the news to sink in. After Steve left, it was like her brain was in suspended animation. She went the rest of her day walking around like a ghost. Aimless and hollow. However, over a little bit of time, she slowed down, and it caught up to her.
At first, it was just words.
Dead. Death. Gone. Died.
But they held no weight, they had no meaning. They were just letters strung together without any significance. She hadn't fully wrapped her head around it until later that night, when she was sitting in her bed.
When she began to actually think about it, it was more of an abstract thought puzzle. Like, how strange is it that someone is there, alive, and all of a sudden they just aren't anymore? How was Bucky just breathing, talking, moving, and now he's simply gone? How can a person just be gone? It wasn't about the "dusted" effect of simply fading away. He could've gotten shot or died any other way. It was the fact that he was an entire being with history and personality and now he just didn't exist anymore.
Once she got passed that, it was just one truth: he was gone.
She cried - hard - but silently into the darkness. She didn't scream or sob. She sat, still and alone, as the tears fell and her breathing became progressively erratic. It went on until her head was pounding and the pressure in her sinuses made her feel like her face was going to explode. It was a pathetic sight - a woman alone in the dark, weeping until it hurt.
When she woke up the next morning, it was the first thing she thought about. Any normal person would be concerned about the state of the country, the planet for that matter. The world was in shambles around her, but this was all that mattered. He was all that mattered.
She hoped he wasn't scared when it happened. She knew no one who died in "The Snap" felt any pain, but is fear not a different form of pain? Bucky spent so much of his life afraid. Thinking about his last moments being solely composed of fear made her want to throw up.
The worst part about it was the lack of closure. The way things ended between them was horrendous, and she never got to tell him the truth. She never even wrote him back a letter. The guilt and the regret nearly gave her chest pain.
Days went by and all she could feel was his absence. Yes, she had been without him for a while, but this was a different kind of separation. She had missed him before, of course. But this time, she mourned. It is poignantly difficult to long for someone who doesn't exist.
Y/N thought eventually she would get angry and or have a breakdown or something. It never came. She just remained immersed in melancholy.
One afternoon, she woke up from a nap and swore she heard his laugh in her dream. It hurt, but it gave her an idea. She crept into her disaster of a bedroom and went over to her desk, opening one specific drawer. She wiped the tissues and other trash off the surface of her desk, so there was space for the stack of papers in her hand. The stack of letters.
She didn't move from that spot for the next couple of hours. She read over every single letter, some more than once. These were the only pieces of him she had left. That realization was somewhat scary but it did give her a level of comfort. At least she had something.
They became a way to cope whenever she was feeling bad; she'd go back and read them. Some she'd read for specific feelings.
When she was stressed, she'd find the ones that made her laugh, the ones where he talked about funny things from the forties or dumb stuff Steve has said or done. He'd make fun of Sam or bring up some inside joke. He always knew how to make her laugh.
When she was sad and missed him - which was a lot of the time - she would read the ones where he wrote about how he missed her. It was nice to know what she was feeling wasn't one-sided, even if circumstances were different now.
After a while, she could have recited them almost entirely from memory. It's nice to have something to look back on when someone dies. However, there is no new input of memory to have; nothing new ever happens. So, Y/N was forced to only look back on what she already had. When she kept seeking comfort from the same thing over and over, she seemed to develop a sort of tolerance for it. She had read it too many times, looked over the same words too often. It didn't feel the same anymore.
She tried to ignore it, tried to find comfort in other places... It didn't end up being at the bottom of a bottle of Belvedere. But it was numbing enough to do the job. Over time, a colony of bottles grew on her table, her counters, her bedside tables. Not on her desk, though. That was a sacred place. The vices of her distress need not invade the only pure corner left in her life.
It went on like that for a while. Sleeping, drinking, trying to forget. The vodka used to make her puke, but she guessed she developed a tolerance for that, too.
She missed an entire day of work once, just slept right through it. That knocked some sense into her. If there was one thing that still mattered it was work. It didn't completely fix her problem. Alcohol is an addictive drug. She was able to cut down on it to manage her career, but it was still an almost daily occurrence.
A replacement behavior. That's what she needed. For whatever fucking reason, she landed on writing. All she could think about was the letters, but what always did her in was the guilt accompanying the fact that she could never write back. So... she finally did.
Whenever she felt like a drink, she went back to the letters and responded individually to each one. She would write pages and pages, easily. The words bled out of her. Soon enough Y/N didn't even care about the stupid Belvedere. All she wanted to do was write. Perhaps she just switched from one addictive behavior to another. But at least the swap was to something healthy. Relatively.
It worked, quite well, for a while. Until she ran out of his letters. Fuck.
Okay, okay. Easy fix. She didn't need something specific to respond to. She could just write to him, regardless of whether or not he was alive, regardless of whether or not he could write back. She would write to him and he would never answer. Just like she did to him. It was the perfect punishment.
That was the beginning of the end. It was non-stop, the writing. Whenever she had a free moment, she was at her desk, pen in hand. Papers were scattered around her room. They were everywhere. Shoved in the drawers, pasted on the wall beside her bed, some in neat piles on the floor. Basically, it took over her life. And she wasn't sure if she was upset about it.
That was until she almost lost her job. "Too distracted," "too late," and similar phrases echoed around in her mind when she came home that day. It was a decent enough wake up call, the fear and worry. It gave her a fresh head.
She walked into her bedroom that day and just stood, staring. At all the paper littered over everything. She was there all the time, and looked at it all the time. But for some reason, now she was actually seeing it, seeing how it took over her thoughts. How it seeped into every facet of her life. In a way, she had trapped herself. And she lost her freedom.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "I can't live like this anymore."
But the thing it, that feeling, that desire, that need to write to him, didn't go away.
Y/N knelt in front of a case in one of the closets in her apartment. It was filled with a bunch of paperwork, old S.H.I.E.L.D. files, and other materials. Frantically, she dug through it.
"I know it's here, I know it's here."
Lots of exasperation and one or two paper cuts later, she held the file in her hand. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
For a minute, she just stared at it, eyes attached to the title.
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I could have but I didn’t- Pt.4
Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Loki x Reader
Summary: You have always had these powers but you never realized how, until one day you finally do and it changes everything in your life, your friends, your love, no one trusts you anymore, except one person who you never thought would be your only remaining friend, even in your nightmares.
A/N: This is a small one but don’t worry I’ve already started the next one ;)
After a really long time you woke up to someone's skin touching yours, and you twitched to the sight of someone lying beside you.
"Y/N? Good morning doll."
You knew who it was as soon as you heard his calming morning voice, it was Buck, lying in the bed with one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other arm under your pillow. Your muscles relaxed as you shut your eyes back and whispered, "Good morning love."
Bucky moved his hands up and started rubbing your cheeks. You could feel him smiling behind you and with your newly explored powers, you could feel what he was feeling, happy, but worried about you.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. It wasn't the first time."
Bucky moved himself up and looked into your eyes, his hands cupping your face.
"How did you? How did you know?"
"Well I had to do something in the past few weeks so I learnt some new techniques," you said, bringing his hands to your lips and kissing them.
"Nat told me to not talk about last night, until we sat down with everyone," you could still feel that he was worried, he was constantly looking in your eyes and then at the sheets laying between the two of you.
"I understand what she meant," you moved your hand towards his face, "she probably didn't want me to tell it twice, everything that's happened," you paused, "I think I agree with her."
"Whatever you like princess," Bucky said as he rubbed his thumb on your lips.
You knew exactly what he wanted, and you wanted it too but you weren't sure, because what happened yesterday could happen again and you wouldn't want it to happen while you were with him, you didn't want him to see that you were weak. You knew he'd understand if you tell him but you weren't sure, you didn't have a good feeling about this, so you gave into what he wanted instead of talking to him.
You moved yourself towards him and placed your lips on his and gave into the feeling that you had been dying to feel.
And just like the last time, it was different, again, it was like kissing him the first time all over again and that's all you wanted to feel at the moment. That's all you wanted to do, you just wanted to live in the moment. You could feel the sensations in your stomach and you kissed him harder as his tongue made it's way inside your lips but you were scared, scared of what could happen if you grew week so you pushed him away.
"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Bucky said, trying to search your eyes for what could have possibly gone wrong.
"Everything's fine. I'm okay, for now but I need to tell everyone and most importantly, you". You said and started playing with his hair.
You moved closer to him and burried your face into his neck, the tears which had been gathering in the corner of your eyes finally made their way out. He knew you weren't fine, but he didn't say anything, he just held you, and that's all you wanted him to do, he held you as he felt your warm tears on his neck and pulled you closer than you already were. It was the most comfortable you had felt in weeks, you were here, with the person that is home to you, in the place that accepted you for who you are, that’s all you wanted right now, this person, whom you haven’t seen in weeks was making you feel so comfortable, you never knew you could have this with someone, this bond, this connection, that you found with Bucky.
The two of you sat in that position for hours, even when your tears stopped, you didn't want to leave him and he didn't ask you to, both of you sat in silence, comfortable silence, you never knew it existed, he kept rubbing your back as he held you, until someone knocked.
"I'm coming in," you heard Steve's voice and moved to the other side.
He opened the door and helped himself in, "I still don't know why no one tells me anything but that's not what's important right now. C'mon y/n you'd be hungry, let's get you something to eat, it's almost noon."
He started moving outside but stepped back in immediately, "You too Buck! I heard you haven't been eating properly. See you two downstairs." and with that said he shut the door.
"You sure you wanna go?," Bucky asked holding both your hands in his.
"I'll just take a quick shower."
Bucky nodded and started moving towards the door, "You want me to stay?" he asked.
"I'll be fine Buck."
After a few minutes, you got out of shower and hopped into the first set of shorts and t-shirt that your hands were able to grab.
You looked into the mirror and decided that it's time to talk, to everyone who is waiting down there for you.
As you walked inside the kitchen, everyone's eyes moved towards you, except one pair of eyes kept staring the other way.
"Tony?" you called out.
"I should have never sent you to him. I'm so sorry."
"No no no. You don't know anything. You didn't do anything wrong," you say as you move towards him, "that was important, worse things would have happened, I don't think I would even be here if not for Stephen."
"What do you mean Miss. Y/L/N?," asked Vision, appearing through the walls.
"I'll explain everything, once everyone is here."
"Everyone is here," said Natasha, scanning her eyes through the room.
"Thor, he needs to be here, because I need answers from him," you walk to the couch where Bucky is waiting for you with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.
"I don't feel like eating right now."
"Just a grab a bite, I'll help you finish it," he says and puts a spoonful in your mouth.
"We can't just call Thor whenever we want, you know that, right?"- says Tony.
"I know but someone can."
"Who?", Steve asked.
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Let me help you
*Brief, short. Bucky soothes you after you got dumped.*
Bucky perked his head up with curiosity when he heard the doors slam on the floor that the pair of you shared. Then, he couldn't help but hear you throw objects on the walls. Bucky left his room and walked over to the thuds against your bedroom walls followed by the blaring your break up theme playlist. He then hesitated on the actions that he thought about doing moments ago. Bucky couldn't help but ease drop on you. His stomach dropped when he heard to your combination of the insults that were aimed at yourself as well as the sobbing. Bucky then began to pace in the hallway, debating whether or not he should knock on your door and try to help. It was your soft crying while singing to the songs that made Bucky softly knock on your door and almost instantly regret it. He heard you swear and sniff as you approached the door. "What is it?" You tried to hide your crying as you spoke. "It's Bucky...can I come in?" His voice was a normal volume, but he wanted to as gentle with you as possible. You nearly broke down more. You may have agreed with the lightest verbal breath ever or just by opening the door.
His blue eyes met your face. "Oh, doll," at his voice and his face became concerned, and it made you instantly you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in his chest. "Let it out, let it out," he whispered and ran his hand up and down your back. "I'm going to walk over to the bed, okay?" Bucky informed you and slowly started walking the pair of you to the bedside. He handed you the tissue box that was on the nightstand. "Why are men assholes," you cried and threw one of your tissues into the trash. "That's the thing, doll, most of them aren't even men." Bucky tried to comfort you. You aggressively nodded in agreement with him.
You hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. "Can I change the music?" Bucky softly asked. You nodded, "Yeah, whatever," you said and unlocked your phone. Bucky managed to change it to 1940's music. You heard and felt the vibration of him humming along. "I like the brass instruments," you muttered. Bucky agreed and resumed stroking your back.
The tears never did stop that night. Bucky tried to comfort you the most that he could. The sways with the music was soothing and tiring along with the crying that your eyes never seemed to persist to do. "Will I ever find a real love, Bucky?" You whispered, more to yourself than to the man you really did question. You were embarrassed when you realized that you said those words out loud. "You will one day, doll." He softly responded to you.
From then, you realized that you nodding off to sleep on Bucky's chest as he continued to sway the both of you. When your full body began to dip, Bucky stopped and fully wrapped his arms around you. You tried to stand back up, but he gently lifted you into his strong arms and then Bucky placed you on the bed. He then proceeded to tuck you in your bed and pulling up your collection of blankets up to your shoulders. "Thank you, Bucky," you whispered to him as he was preparing to leave the room. "Goodnight Y/n doll," Bucky responded to you before quietly closing the door behind him.
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