#bucky x you
Request: spontaneously dragging Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business.
Sealed with a Kiss
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 821
Summary: You keep stealing kisses with Bucky and then leaving him flat...
Author's Note: Hi lovely! This is so cute and sexy and I love it! Thank you! I would kiss Bucky until the end of time! Hope you enjoy and you're having a nice day! HUGS! 🥰 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Jobean divider by the lovely @imerdwarf and line divider by the lovely @skylightlantern
Warnings: Soft and sweet with lots of kisses and some spice :)
Gif not mine: Credit goes to @buvky thank you so much🥰
Bucky walks out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips and droplets of water still trickling their way down the curves of muscle that line his chest. You saunter up to him, taking his face between your hands and kiss him.
With a shove you have him against the wall, the slow press of your tongue between his lips making a low rumble of pleasure rise from his chest. Your fingertips trace along his chiseled jaw then graze the strong column of his neck until your nails are dancing down his abdominals and combing through the small patch of hair that disappears into his towel.
His metal hand grips your waist and he pulls your body flush to his. You can feel how hard he is through the towel as you suck and nip on his bottom lip before softly kissing the tender flesh. Your lips move to the corner of his mouth then across his cheek and finally just under his ear where you kiss him softly and step back.
“I’ll see you later Buck,” you whisper, throwing him a little wink over your shoulder.
The meeting takes longer than expected and you’re so ready to leave. Bucky’s sitting next to you, his hand resting on your thigh as his thumb rubs small circles over the fabric of your pants. His legs are spread wide and his jeans are pulled impossibly tight over his thick thighs. None of this helps you remain focused.
When the meeting finally ends and Sam dismisses everyone you rush down the hallway with your hand in Bucky’s and as soon as you find an open door you push him inside the room. The door clicks shut and you stalk toward him, pushing him down until he’s sitting in one of the desk chairs.
He doesn’t say a word as you straddle his waist and rake your hands through his hair. You slowly bring your lips to his, at first just brushing them over the soft skin as your thumb brushes across his cheek. With a few more teasing touches you deepen the kiss and part his lips, tugging on his hair when he throbs beneath you.
His hands slip under your shirt and splay across your back, pulling you closer until you feel his chest brush yours with every breath he takes. He makes the softest moans and sweetest sighs the longer you kiss him and it’s almost impossible to pull away.
When you do, his eyes are dark and his lips are pink and swollen.
“I love you Buck. I’ll see you after yoga.”
You crawl onto the bed and between his legs, carefully pulling the book from his hands. Your fingertips brush along his forehead and trace the smile lines at the corner of his eye. Your nose softly bumps his and you tilt your head, lowering your lips in a feather light kiss.
His arms immediately circle around your waist and his metal hand ghosts along your spine until he’s gripping the back of your neck. You kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jaw and all the way down his neck until you meet his pulse point and then lightly suck on the warm skin.
You can feel him tremble, his muscles contracting with every touch of your lips. Slowly you drag your nose along his neck and kiss just under his ear before taking the soft flesh of his earlobe between your teeth and giving it a little tug. He groans and your lips meet his, swallowing any more sounds he makes.
You lift your head and start to roll off him, opening your mouth to speak but in one quick move he has you pinned under him and his finger covering your lips.
“I don’t think so baby doll,” he simpers.
“Buck,” you giggle. “You know I have somewhere to be.”
“I don’t care. You’re not leaving again.”
You realize there is no way you’re getting away as Bucky’s hard body presses you into the mattress. The next thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it closes around your throat and his other cradling your cheek as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.
You sigh into the kiss, into the weight of his body, the smell of him and it all overpowers you and you make a throaty sound you can’t control. Bucky’s hand at your throat tightens and he growls.
The kiss grows deeper, more demanding and long enough to steal your breath. Your nails dig into his back and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as he rocks his hips into you.
He breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look you in the eyes. His own are dark, his long lashes lowered as he trails his tongue over his lips.
“You’re mine for the rest of the night,” he whispers.
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Coming In Hot
— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
— Summary: When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be.
Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem.
A hot, polite, gentle and silent-type of problem.
Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.
— Word count: 7.8k
— A/n: If you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated & highly encouraged and motivates me to write even more. mistakes/errors might be here, let me know if you find any.
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Series Masterlist — Previous Chapter
It takes you a few more days to organize everything you want, but once everything is set and ready, the photos you take for your page week can be easily classified as some of the best work you’ve done so far.
Thanks to tricks taught to you by a photographer friend and the few videos you gathered the patience to watch on Youtube years ago, you transforming any space — small or big — in a good scenario for pictures came easy to you, and that definitely helped you build up such a clean, “professional” image.
Artistic bullshit aside, the shots were stunning.
You spend a good hour hyping yourself up to the fact that these are the same shots as before, but it's evident in the lighting, the posing, the sheer sensuality that each of them owns.
You were inspired.
It was impossible to deny when the evidence was frozen in time.
gPictures of your foggy breath against the bathroom mirror, bathtub pictures with water dripping on your skin, and a few props around the house and you had enough to content to last you at least two months.
Between one scenario and another, you catch yourself thinking about a stain of grease running down your back.
Maybe on your cheekbones, matching the black lace covering your body.
That was a dangerous road and quickly, you shook yourself out of those thoughts.
Bucky has nothing to do with this is clearly the first bullshit you try convincing yourself of, but as soon as you do, you flop back onto your mattress with a defeated sigh.
The fact that you wanted to take that excuse in said it all.
At least whatever flame Bucky lit up under your skin resulted in all those nice shots.
You may not have a model's body, but your page as well as many others that you followed which did the same work as you did wonders for body acceptance and positivity, unlike what many people would expect.
The point was that the more you felt sexy in your own skin, the more others tended to do so, too.
You meant what you'd said to Sarah when the two of you met—employing other people with the job of liking or finding beauty in you never existed in your dictionary.
Your life's biggest blessing was, perhaps, that you enjoyed your own company.
After you finish editing, saving in their respective folders, and creating a schedule for posting them, you sit on your kitchen counter still in panties, bralette and a robe, a sandwich in one hand, and a lecture being plaid on your ear pods.
The heavy textbook on your hand is a good reminder of why making an extra few hundred bucks (nearing a thousand, depending on the month and your inspirations) every month meant everything.
You had a long way to go, and unfortunately living on this earth costs a lot, all the time.
Until the end of the week, you'd have another large bill to pay and you'd rather be able to do it without having to live off of noodles for the foreseeable future.
(Buying a new gloss since yours had ended before you saw Bucky again didn't sound half bad, either.)
i have something extremely important to ask u
that sounds ominous and v serious. is it srs
bc i'm under a car rn and i dont fancy hitting my head
are u abt to hit me with existential crack again
i havent had coffee yte hold on
lmfao theres no need for coffee
i was about to ask who on earth typed
those first messages of yours to me. 'cause it sure
has hell wasn't you. proper punctuation, capital letters and all...
do u use siri sometimes or what
i'm sorry that's so funny to me somehow???
how tf do u notice these little things is beyond me lol
it was peter. i was under a tight spot in a car and
asked him to type the messages for you
ah! makes sense.
speaking of the young padawan: has he
solved my riddle yet?
no and i am loving every sec of this lol
he went from 'riddles are just LoGiC , BuCKy' to
'why is lady bullet allowed to write things on the
office board through you, anyway???? no one else
is allowed to do that' and today morning he was screaming inside my office '
THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE I REFUSE
TO BELIEVE THERE'S AN ANSWER' so yeah
thanks for the entertainment
you all figured it out, right? :D
yup. gabe was the last one. now he passes peter and
laughs under his breath like an asshole
i think the kid might have a heart attack soon if we dont tell him the answer
let him marinate for a little longer!
as paramore once beautifully put
'that's what you get' <3
you know, when i asked u for a tip on how to punish
him for calling my favorite book dumb i didnt think you'd
actually find something but i am glad you did
it's hard to find someone as smart as peter
me n all the boys all thank u v v much.
he needs an ego trim every now n then
happy to help, sarge :D
Some people thought what you might hate the most in the subway was the crowd and the dirtiness — everywhere you looked, it seemed like a health hazard — but instead, it was the fact that you were under the ground.
Small or confined (or heaven forbid, both) spaces were not your thing.
"Thanks for coming with me, S."
Sarah adjusts her coat on the seat by your side and gives you an easy smile. "Duh."
Standing in front of you, AJ turns his GameBoy screen to you.
"Like this?" He asks.
You analyze the game screen and note with excitement that he followed your instructions and got himself in the hidden spot you were so familiar with. "That's it!" You lifted your hand for a high-five, which he gave with a smirk. "Nice job, kiddo."
"Can we go for ice cream before you two drop us off at uncle Sam's?" Cass asks, bumping his sneakers into your boots.
"Your ma and I told you we're taking you both for burgers and milkshake before we go to work, mister," you smack your teeth at Cass, and squeeze his cute little chin for good measure. "This is what you get for walking around with those damn pods all day and not listening to us."
"Hear hear." Sarah eyes Cass with 'i told you eyes'. "He knows very well what's gonna happen if those things seem permanently stapled to his ear very soon."
"I'm sorry, I was watching the new One Piece episode," Cass shrugs apologetically, and you and Sarah exchange looks at his sheepish and adorable face trying to gain sympathy with pleading eyes.
"Am I a bad TT for buying him those instead of that book I know he was gonna like?" You ask Sarah with a pout.
"Nah, he just needs to learn how to use his present without excluding himself off of the world, which we've talked about for the last time last night, right?" Sarah asks Cass.
Cass nods dutifully, and AJ shares a look with you above the exchange, then goes right back to his game.
Those small little looks are one of the things that make you feel the most at home in the city that feels too big for you sometimes. Truly being Sarah's friend meant being close to her kids, too, and being her best friends came with the benefit of being seen as an "auntie" for the cutest kids you had ever met.
"I can listen to music on the way there, right?" Cass asks, buttering up a sweet smile.
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Duh." Cass puts the ear pods back on and Sarah looks at you, sensing that their attention is fully on their little world now and she can go back to the conversation. "So—what was the reason again? The excuse you were giving me about why you can't invite him to your celebration day?"
You sigh deeply, feeling that anxious flutter inside your chest at the coded hidden question about Bucky.
"S. He's a life-saver and we're definitely... acquaintances, but that doesn't mean he's gonna want to come next month to a barbeque to celebrate 'little old me'." The last bit is a jab at Bucky's constant reminders of how much older he is than you, but Sarah doesn't know that.
"Why not? He's super close with my brother, you two now know each other," she prompts with an indulgent tone.
"Would you invite Amree for your birthday?" You ask her in return, changing your tactics.
Sarah was about to talk but stops with her mouth half-open at the mention of the handymen from her building.
You'd seen him the last time he was there, exchanging googley and dopey eyes at her.
The way she stuttered in the kitchen looking for the ingredients despite claiming she "doesn't need help to bake some cookies, babe, please".
"That. Is a completely fair point." She shuts her mouth and looks ahead of the subway.
A little part of you feels bad for being so surgical to get your point across, but Sarah was the only person in your life currently able to see right through you.
The only reason she still threatened waters around you to ask about Bucky, despite having seen on your face the clear signs of a crush, was because you were logical and as far she knew, you and he were mere acquaintances.
For some reason, how much you two have been talking is something you keep to yourself.
You nudge your arm against hers. "He'll just forget about me and my pretty car as soon as we're outta there today, S." You make an effort to sound playful, and not downright disappointed at that fact. "I don't wanna invite him for something he'll feel outta place in weeks. You told me he likes company that he knows, right?"
Sarah nods, a small pout on her face. "Yeah." She pulls AJ out of the way of a musician walking with an instrument and almost knocking it on the boy's head without meaning to.
"I've only seen him around the unit." Sarah looks at you. "He always comes to stuff Sam asks, but that's probably 'cause he's best friends with Steve and Sam and Steve are... well. You'll see."
You recognize in her scoff and tone that this is something you must see or speak of when not in the presence of already sentient and smart younger ears.
"But even then I've heard him say he's not big on parties." Sarah sighs. "Guess you're right, then."
An announcement for a cool super-hero movie pops up in one of the screens close to you both, and the rest of the way is a pleasant and fun conversation about movies that at some point, AJ and later Cass end up joining.
That's how you four arrive at Barnes Auto—nerding out, bundled up in cozy jackets for the chilly October air and with flushed cheeks from laughing.
The first one to see you guys is Peter who, this time, is standing at his working place.
"Sargeant! Incoming for you." He yells loud and clear, smiling at all of you. "Steve, get here," he adds in a voice a little lower, but loud enough to be heard through the noises of the mechanic shop.
"Hi Peter!" you say, echoed by the same greetings from Sarah and the boys.
He's coming around from behind the receptionist counter to say hello to the boys when you finally get to properly meet the infamous Stevie.
Out of the room behind the reception comes a blond man as tall and built as Bucky, with a thick beard and beautiful sand-blond hair.
His smile is contagious, and he waves excitedly at Sarah and the boys before pinning his piercing blue eyes on you.
After cleaning his hand on the rug on his shoulder, he extends it. "You must be Y/N. Nice to meet ya, I'm Steve."
"Neet to meet you, Steve." You shake his head, ignoring the hollering and laughter coming from behind you from Peter and the kids. "Last time I dropped by you were stuck under a beautiful 60s Camaro with a painting gun on your hand, so I didn't wanna bother."
"And also Buck told you to ignore the idiots on his shop, so," he points at himself with a doofus-grin.
Before you can find out a way to reply to his teasing, the boys come to wrap around Steve's legs.
"Hi uncle Steve!" says Cass.
"Uncle Steve, Y/n taught me how to pass that phase I told you about, d'you wanna see?" AJ asks excitedly.
"Of course I do, little guy!" Steve gives you a nod with raised eyebrows that kind of say 'nice one, Y/n' and then he's guiding both of the boys back inside the reception room, keeping up with both of them speaking at the same time.
When you look at where Sarah and Peter are still standing, both of them stop their conversation to look at you.
"Oh! Sargeant's waiting for you, Y/n." Peter smiles at you. "You remember where it is, right?"
"Yeah, I do."
"I'm gonna catch up with Peter, you go ahead," Sarah tells you when you direct your gaze to her.
With a nod to the both of them, you turn around and walk further inside to the back patio you're growing used to.
Madeleine Peyroux is the first thing you listen to as you get close to the place where you know Bullet is parked.
That's from your pen-drive, and you know it.
When you finally cross the arch separating the shop from the open back, you can see Bullet shining on the left side, and Bucky sitting behind the open door of an old Volkswagen beetle.
His eyes widen at the sight of you, and you smile up at him.
You'd texted earlier it'll be at least a couple of hrs till i'm there. gonna stop by n get S and the kids! but once you got to Sarah's house, everybody was dressed and ready to go, already, which meant you were at least an hour earlier than he expected.
"You're early," says Bucky, stopping the work he's doing to give you a small smile.
"The crew was ready when I got there," you shrug, doing a weird little dance bowin with your legs when he smiles back pleased at you.
Bucky laughs at you, entirely delighted.
It makes you blush, but that's something he's become quite good at even if he doesn't know it.
You turn around to Bullet, thankful he probably can't see it from this far. "I see you're still enjoying my sound system," you gesture towards your car blasting Etta James now at full volume.
Bucky's garage is well-built enough that the rooms feel like separate atmospheres.
On the reception and the first two areas of the shop all you heard was modern rock'n'roll that you, unfortunately, failed to recognize, but here at the back, Etta singing "Stormy Weather" was all it could be heard.
"You have a really good taste in music," Bucky nods and kind of bows to you with his upper body. The approval over your music makes you giggle.
"I can't lie, that's a pretty straight-up fact," you nod back at him.
Bucky laughs again, his eyes crinkling at the corner. You start moving closer to Bullet, wanting to take a better look at her.
It's clear the boys had washed and pampered her up.
"I had a pretty good crash course with her, I think." Even without seeing him, you can feel Bucky getting up from behind the car he's working and start moving to where you are as well. "I saved all the new artists I heard on her on my playlists."
Tracing your fingertips over Bullet's hood, you look back up at him.
"Many new choices?" You smile.
"Many," he stops right in front of you, and opens that side-smile that makes your heart a little weak. "I listened to pretty much the same stuff since I was kid before I went overseas, then I spent a good few years without listening to the top 40s if you know what I mean, so I was really out of the loop."
For someone who, according to others, loves being in silence or keep as short as possible, Bucky sure seems willing to offer you a lot of information, willingly.
"Not anymore." You knew from all the back and forth you two have had the past week that Bucky absolutely adores Paramore, Hozier, Frank Ocean, among many other artists.
Bucky nods along to you, a smile intact on his face until he seems to remember something and exclaims. "Oh! Steve's not trapped under a car today. He said something about talking to you about your good car choices, so don't leave before I've gotten a chance to introduce you two."
"He was at the reception room, I just did," you chuckle. "AJ and Cass have stolen him, unfortunately."
"Ah." Bucky smacks his teeth. "Their Uncle Stevie has to give them attention before he's allowed to spend time with the adults."
"They seem to really like him."
"They do. Steve won them over before they learned how to talk," Bucky scoffs, looking fondly in the direction where they all are. "I still remember the first time they called him uncle Steve," he adds with a far-away tone, smiling turning softer. "That man was so happy." Bucky scoffs again, chuckling to himself. "Punk."
Sam and Steve are... well. You'll see.
"Oh!" you exclaim out loud, a pin suddenly dropping in your brain, connecting one snarky comment to another.
The memory of Sarah on the first year you two met each other, sitting on a balcony staircase during a party and telling you all about her stupid brother and how he and his stupid best friends were stupidly in love with each other, but blind as a bat to that fact.
Bucky snaps his head to you.
"It's him!" You stage-whisper, leaning closer to Bullet and to where Bucky is. "When I met Sarah at Nila's party she was talking about her brother's best friend, who he served with after Riley decided to drop out of the course, and who—" you stop talking, altogether, shutting your lips tightly together. "I'm not going crazy, right? It's Steve?" You whisper to Bucky.
Bucky's looking at you with a funny expression, and when he answers, it's in a whispering tone, too. "His best friend who..."
"C'mon, you know," you giggle.
Bucky licks his lips, and looks away from you with a chuckle. "Everyone who knows those two knows, yes." When Bucky looks back, it's with a know-it-all smirk. "One day they'll figure it out." He shrugs his shoulders. "And I'm Stevie's best friend."
You roll your eyes at him. "God, I can hear the fights you and Sam have had about this," you chuckle.
"Only a couple. Until one of them decides to leave the idiot zone and smack the other in the face with a kiss, he's gotta be content with being best friend number two," Bucky widens his smile at you. "I met him first."
"Called dibs on him, did you?" You tease.
"Sure did, darlin'." Oh, lord. There it is again. Darling. "Plus—one day Sam will be 'husband' and I'll be the one having to deal with his smug ass and his husband dibs, so I'm getting my fill while I can," Bucky adds with a snicker.
"How long have you and Steve known each other?" You ask.
Bucky hums and leans with his back against Bullet.
"I... have lost count." He chuckles, quickly locking eyes with you. "We met when we were kids, then I moved with my dad for a while, but I went back to my ma's and since then Stevie and I have had each other's six."
Even if you wanted, you couldn't help but melt a little at the sweet and hidden smile in Bucky's eyes from talking about his best friend.
They sound like the kind of friendship anyone would dream of having in a lifetime.
"Adorable," you say.
Bucky laughs under his breath, and turns around to your car, clasping his hands together. "Alright. Lemme tell you everything that she's been through." He places his hands on the hood, and your throat dries a little watching the shine of his metallic left hand against the black shining painting. "Then we can go to the office, 'cause I gotta show you something," he adds in a serious tone.
When you look up at him curiously, you see the same glint in his eyes from when he recorded himself listening to Paramore for the first time.
There's a playful mirth hidden in Bucky's looks — and comments — that you noticed.
"Go head, Sarge."
Bucky explains to you calmly and very thoroughly about the three main repairs he had done on Bullet, and where the problem had originated from.
He also says, "Ah, and I changed your battery 'cause it was shitty, and I did spend the whole week listening to music on Bullet while I worked, so it was only my duty." He throws you a half-smile over his shoulder. "I'm letting you know 'cause you might notice if you open the hood, but you won't see it on the bill 'cause I am not charging. I ran it to the ground, I changed it, you're welcome."
The tone he uses and the pointed look state to anyone willing to listen that this topic is not open for discussion, so you lift your hands up in surrender.
Seeing your compliance, he gives a tiny satisfied nod. Then, he points to the inside of the shop.
"Shall we?" He chuckles. "You're gonna like what you see."
Bucky leads you through the shop and right to the main office, then closes the door behind you two.
This time, your eyes roam around the place a little bit.
You can see pictures of what you identify from afar are a bunch of soldiers, there are spaceships prototypes, and a bunch of books you hadn't seen before spread everywhere.
It turns out, the thing Bucky is so secretly giddy to show you is the answer to the riddle you had texted him days ago and he'd written on the board:
You know my thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches. I'm...
Right under the riddle, there was the answer.
You point at it, smiling with your jaw fallen. "Is that Peter's?" you ask.
A burst of laughter comes out from Bucky.
"You bet." He comes around the table and sits on his chair. "Took him a while, but he got it."
You burst out laughing, too, thinking of scrawny and tall Peter furiously writing the answer on the green board in big, block letters.
The board is quite a masterpiece, you notice.
When you look at Bucky, you allow curiosity to peek its head out again. "Can I?" you point at it.
Bucky lifts one eyebrow, just like Sarah does. "Of course," he smiles at you, and gestures for you to go forward.
When you step closer to inspect, you see that the big — wide and a little tall — green board contains all sorts of messages.
Right on the center, there's a neat and talented spreadsheet with all of this month's dates and important car deliveries.
"Who's the bookwork of the shop?" you ask and start roaming your eyes around the rest surrounding the center spreadsheet.
There's the Santa Claus dick you recognize from Bucky's picture, a bunch of things in german and spanish thrown sporadically, and what you notice are book quotes.
Or maybe poems.
"Me." You spin around at the answer, and Bucky points at all the books. "These are mine."
There are so many books, and you look at all of them with growing satisfaction.
There was a time when you used to eat books like meals.
Reading pleased you immensely, but you rarely had time for it anymore.
Bucky watches your expression go from excited to melancholic, and his calm look turns into a frown at the same moment.
"What?" He asks softly.
"Sorry," you laugh, a little caught by the emotions. "I was thinking about how much I used to read. I love books. It's just... I stopped a little before I got into school and once I did—" you scoff.
It's not like you had much time to look up recommendations now.
Bucky watches you for few more heartbeats, then points at the board again.
"What's your favorite quote from there?" He asks.
You're pulled out from your blues with the question, and turn around to read all of them again.
Then, your eyes read on a small footnote on the right side.
The handwriting is elegant, yet messy.
could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Your heart seems to forget how it is that it beats, and you feel your jaw dropping one more time.
Your body turns around slowly towards Bucky, eyes almost glued to the quote, not wanting to let go. "Where is that from?"
Bucky looks in the direction you're pointing, and his eyes widen. "Oh." He looks up at you with the saddest smile you've ever seen on his beautiful face. "That's the best and the saddest book I've ever read in my life," he tells you in a low voice, emotion dripping from every word, as if he's feeling the power of the story webbed into his heart strike him right there. "I can lend it to you, but it'd break your heart."
It seems like the world stops for a second for you.
Bucky's sitting there in the morning light streaming from the glass walls, looking at you expectantly and all you can think about is whether this man was carved from gold or your dreams.
Was he real?
"I haven't read a book in ages but, yeah—I'd love to," you laugh, surprised at his offer and how happy the simple question makes you.
Happy and seen, somehow.
Bucky Barnes has known you not even for a full month and yet, here he was, making your inner child feel giddy and more pleased than in a long time.
"Hold on," he gets up with a smile and goes shuffling around his books, then walks to you with a small and well-cared-for example of a book called The Song of Achilles.
You read the summary at the back with hungry eyes, and when you're done you look up at Bucky. "Oh my god."
He laughs again. "I know."
"This is your favorite book?" You confirm with a smile, twisting the book around like you're touching something precious.
"Yup." He goes back to his chair and turns on his computer. "What's yours?"
"Love Is A Dog From Hell," you answer with a square smile. "I was really into Bukowski when I was a teeanger, but that one really stuck."
Bucky's jaw drops a little, too. "You like that book?"
Bucky smiles. "There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock..." his voice drifts off, and then he shakes his head. "That one fucked me up for a long time."
Recognizing one of the poems from the book, you take a seat in the chair in front of his desk.
"Isn't he a bastard?" You ask with passion.
One question is all that's needed for you two to start a conversation about the numerous reasons why Bukowski can make you drunk on feelings you've never felt.
In only a few minutes you realize Bucky's just like the friends you used to have back in high school, the ones who shared a cigarette with you under the bleachers and talking about things most teachers were too old to even consider.
It's so nice to speak with someone who listens intently to your point before sharing theirs, and you noticed while talking to him that apart from Sarah, no one else in your life now has a talk this nice with you, this easy.
He laughs numerous times at your smartass comments and adds plenty of his own.
When you ask him, "Oh—you know I won't be able to finish this soon, no matter how much I want to, right?" sheepishly shrinking your shoulders. "I really lost my touch and my focus is piss poor lately. That on top of the fact that I fall asleep on top of books now like I went to school for that, and—"
"Y/n," he interrupts you for the first time. "You're a busy woman. It's fine."
The 'woman' and the certain look he gives you makes something inside of you quiver.
"Okay." You pocket the book, then ask him to continue his point with a hand gesture. "Go on. The similitudes between Madeline's depictions and Illiad..."
With a quick scratch to his nape, Bucky goes right back to talking.
Time slips by through your lines about your favorite stories and his points on the poetry that never left his mind.
Steve is the one to burst your bubble.
Bucky notices him first through the glass window, and when he enters after a couple of light knocks, he stops under the threshold with a surprised expression.
"Sarah said something about you two getting early dinner before work?" Steve asks you with curiosity.
Why is he mentioning early dinner?
You take your phone out of your pocket and when the time stares back at you, space and time disappear from under your feet for a second.
"We just spent an hour talking," Bucky echoes your thoughts behind you.
With a glance, you see he's checking his computer's clock, too. "Shit." He looks at Steve. "Is Marcos here already?"
"Not yet, but he will be soon," answers Steve.
"Alright, I'm—we're wrapping up here." He gives Steve a nod. "Tell Sarah and the kids I'm coming to say hi in a couple of minutes?"
"Sure." Steve looks from Bucky to you. "Is it true you're into Harleys?"
Well, it seems Bucky's been sharing your conversations with his best friend, or least some of it.
"Yeah," you answer.
He enters the office and through the glass window, points at his station that's a few meters away across from it.
Your eyes follow the direction his finger points and finds it—a Harley Easy Rider painted almost entirely in baby, soft pink.
"Oh my god." Who the fuck would do that to a Harley? "Are you responsible for this sacrilege?"
That seems to be the appropriate answer, because Steve throws his hands up in the air and almost yells. "Thank you!" He turns around to point at Bucky. "I told you this goes beyond taste. No one should do be allowed by law to do this," he whines a little.
Bucky laughs at you two. "Well, she paid you good—no, she paid you great amounts of money to be done, pal." Bucky leans back against the chair. "You better get started on that coat of gloss paint and make that Barbie ride real smooth and shiny. Pink, gloss shiny."
"God, I hate rich people," Steve sighs. With a final look at you, he opens a sad smile. "Good to have someone else around with common sense on their shoulders, ma'am." He turns around to leave and right before closing the door, adds in a sing-song voice. "Don't take too long!"
You and Bucky share a look. We really got lost in our own world, huh?
After the smile returns to your faces, he opens the door he had initially gone through when he first got here.
"Shall we?" he pulls up a book and you sit down, ready to start paying him for his hard work.
He shows you the paperwork, runs you through all the needed things briefly one last time and you pay just like you two discussed, one-third of the money now, and the other two-thirds to be paid in debit in a fortnight, then another fortnight after that.
Bucky asks no questions about where you get all your money from or makes any jokes and you appreciate it—your anxiety whenever paying for things can eat you up enough alone without someone prodding into your windows.
When you two leave his office, you're clutching your backpack closer to you, thinking about the new addition in it.
Bucky said you could return it until one of the last payments, so at least two more times you were ought to see each other, even if for a brief payment transition.
Sarah and the kids all gush and hug Bucky when they see him, and you stand at the side watching the interaction with a smile on your face.
Bucky has to bid you all goodbye sooner than later because another client of his arrives.
The look he gives you and that shy, slow-wave right before you leave the shop's sight stays burned behind your eyelids all weekend as you work.
had your coffee yet?
not yet hold on
"you would not be displeased, i think. with how you look now."
my face grew warm. but we spoke no more of it.
yeah i know lol
this whole scene is beautiful
the love?!?!? and the soft tenderness?!?!?!??!?!?
can you IMAGINE greece's biggest hero and warrior
BLUSHING at the soft touches. i am SPEECHLESS
how much coffee have you had
did you get any sleep??
wow would u look at the time ! i must be on my way ! have a brand new car to drive to school!
y/n. get back here
oh my god if you faint from the caffeine and the alck of sleep im gonna feel sofucking bad
please eat something
ah. you're eating
good.. that's good
i'm glad you're liking the book, darlin
please get some sleep today tho
pretty sure i won't have a say in it
praying i dont fall asleep while walking
say amen, buck
say u wont drink any more coffee today pls
im genuinely worried for ur heart
no more caffeine today
pinky promise, sargeant!
thanks, lady bullet
have you ever heard of anne sexton
What you imagined was:
Bucky would deliver you the car, answer your final texts and after that, communication with him would slowly come to an end. The messages would get further and further in between (as it had happened with many acquaintances, potential friends and not) and that would be it.
Only polite nods and professional talks when you eventually did see each other.
What happens it:
The topic of literature steals at least two hours of sleep for the next two days, and when that changes to the current industry of entertainment, you found yourself texting even during lecture sometimes (only in the ones which the subjects you’d covered the reading beforehand, naturally).
October ends with you getting to know Bucky and one single thought growing in your head: you had told Sarah inviting him for your birthday made no sense given how you two didn’t talk, and now all you did was that. Talk to him.
By the time the second week of November rolls around, you can’t imagine not inviting him for your day. You want him there.
You two didn’t spend the whole day talking, you were both busy adults and thankfully, Bucky wasn’t the type of person to be bothered by hours of silence and sudden subject changes. Still. You didn't talk all day long, but you were talking almost daily.
You had to tell Sarah.
The opportunity presents itself through a picture and one of his texts.
why do we like the wilsons again?
god the dramatics
filed attached: a picture of Steve leaning against the reception counter with a happy grin on his face, Sam leaning from the other side with the same expression on his face.
i wonder why 🙄 sam keeps thst old bike 🙄
sure it was a great gift from steve but 🙄
whY kEEp It 🙄
You snorted looking at the screen.
Sarah lifts her eyes from the notebook, then glances back down with the hint of a smirk on her face.
“S?” you call, typing away an answer.
“Remember how I said Bucky would probably stop talking to me?” You send the answer (cause they’re nice n funny, and they’re great cooks) then look up at her. Sarah’s typing away, only the glint of curiosity on her face giving away the fact that she’s listening.
“I do, yes.”
“We’ve been talking.” When she looks up at you, you’re biting the side of your nails, smiling sheepishly behind your hand. “Friendly talking, you know. And now I wanna invite him for my birthday. It’s not too late, is it? Is it weird? I mean. He’s friends with your brother, and your brother’s kinda my friend already which is why he insists on taking over a grill for my day even though I didn’t ask, and—I could ask him, right?”
Sarah’s smile on the corner of her lips turn it into a full smirk.
“Just ask him, babe.” She looks back down at the computer, typing away again. “He’ll say yes.”
“Really?” you forcefully put both your palms on top of the books to stop taking your anxiety out on your poor fingers. “Cause you said he’s not big on parties.”
“He isn’t, yes. But mostly cause of their crowds.” Sarah shrugs. “Your party will be at Sam’s place and that’s basically one of his homes. There won’t be many people.” She looks up at you kindly. “He seems to enjoy your company if he’s still talking to you—he’ll say yes.” Her next chuckle is accompanied by a teasing smile. “Maybe I’ll even get to see some of that funny Sargeant you and Sam got to meet but I rarely ever see.”
You look down at your phone.
true but your wilson is scary in the kitchen
are you intimidated by sarah 😏
she threatened to cut my balls off once
it was a misunderstanding but still
she wasn’t jk
i know she wasn’t
You have to stifle your laughter behind your hand.
“He’s intimidated by you, S.”
Sarah stops typing again. “Ah.” Her smile grows again. “Still?” She goes back to her essay with a giggle. “I’ll make sure to smile to him next time.”
"Which will be at my birthday," you announce, deciding right there that you will muster up the courage.
Sarah looks up from her notebook and smiles at you. "Yup." Her eyes glance towards the piece of paper that's lying between the pages of my book. "Ugh. You already finished yours, didn't you?" Rolling her eyes, she answers to herself before you even open your mouth. "Of course you did."
You throw her a cheeky wink and let her go back to her own essay, keeping your phone inside your purse for the rest of your studying time.
Once Sarah finishes her own paper, you two close all your textbooks and spend the last hour of the day before Sarah picks up her kids from the other Sarah's house — Steve's mother — talking in hushed whispers about all the latest gossips and random things that pop up in your phones and in your heads.
Although you sounded very sure when stating to Sarah that you would invite Bucky, as soon as you're away from her bright persona and brave, encouraging smile, the usual nasty little thoughts start creeping their heads in.
What if he doesn't like you that much? What if he doesn't wanna hang around your friends? Bucky can find you a weirdo for inviting him to a party after knowing him personally for so little.
You clutch the steering wheel of Bullet, trying to shame those insecurities back into a drawer, back them into a corner of your brain.
Salvation comes in the form of Hozier.
Lost in your own negative thoughts, you'd missed the beginning of the song, but the moment you notice, it's like a surge of braveness.
You know better, babe, you know better abbe than to smile at me like that...
His coy smile, barely lifting the corners of his mouth, but still managing to call the crinkles on the corner of his eyes pops up in your mind.
Before you realize what you're doing, you're pulling up on the side of the road and taking your phone out of your pocket.
The twilight of this particular Tuesday paints the sky in the prettiest colors. You notice that while biting the corner of your nails, listening intently to the ringing of the phone.
You lower the sound system, as Hozier continues.
I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born... You'll hear me... howling outside of your door...
You hear the click of the sound coming through and you feel your palms start sweating a bit.
"Well, this is new." Bucky greets you. "Hello, darlin'."
"Are you busy? Is this a horrible time?" There's only so much of your anxiety you can rail in at a time. "I'm sorry I didn't text before I called, I know you're busy with—"
"Y/n," he interrupts you. Bucky's been getting better at noticing your rambles of anxiety and cutting them short, much to your pleasure (and less embarrassment). "I'm not busy, no. I mean. I'm still at the shop, but it's just me and Steve finishing up a few things. We kinda like it here."
There's that breathy chuckle on the other side of the line you love so much, and you take a deep breath with the ease and calm tone of Bucky's voice.
"So you can talk," he concludes his thought. You think you can hear the sound of the wheels of Bucky's mechanic creeper, but you could be wrong. "What's up?"
"Well. Hozier started singing your favorite song and I ended up pulling up at the side of the road as an impulse."
One of the tools you learned in therapy was to channel your anxiety and let your words flow—the unsaid bothered you plenty, and what if scenarios could drive you insane if you bottled things up too much.
Bucky didn't seem to mind. Most of his chuckles and head shakes came from the things you blurt out, just like now.
"It Will Come Back is a good reason to watch the sunset." The sound of the shop fades and changes, and you imagine Bucky walking towards the back patio for some reason. "When it isn't cloudy I can always notice this time of the day 'cause the whole light of the shop changes."
"That must be pretty," you muse.
"It is," he answers lightly. "I don't think you called me to watch the sunset together, though. And it definitely ain't for that beauty you're driving 'cause I know I did a good job. Unless—is it her?" He adds with a worried tone right after.
It's your time to chuckle.
The sky's turning the loveliest shades of blue, dark orange and pink.
"Nah, Bullet's good."
"Oh—okay. Thank god," he chuckles.
"Yeah." You take a deep breath. "I did have a question."
Bucky hums on the other side of the line. "Never heard you worried before askin' something before."
"Well—" you clear your throat. "It's an invite, but I don't want you to feel pressured or anything 'cause from what I've heard, you're not the biggest on... celebrations."
Bucky's silent for a second, and his next hum sounds a little confused. "Uhm... isn't it a bit early for Christmas parties?" He tries, and his tone says he was going for a joke.
It makes you laugh. "It is, silly. But my birthday's in a couple of weeks, so..." you trail off, then smack your teeth. "I'd like you to be there. Dunno if you heard it through the grapevine yet or not, but Sam apparently likes me enough to wanna host a barbeque for me. It'll be me, a couple of friends from university, my younger sisters and actually a couple of teachers of mine I'm really close to, but that's it." You breathe again before continuing. "You could invite Steve, too, and the other boys if they'd like to come. Y'all know Sam so it could be fun for you all, too. I'd love to get a chance to talk to them. No need for presents or anything—maybe some beer? But yeah. You guys would be very much welcome."
Very much welcome. God, why does She let you ramble?
"You're very cute when you're nervous, you know." The way he states it makes it seem like not a question, and before you can pick up your heart from Bullet's floor, he adds with a happy voice. "'Course we'll come. Sam had mentioned something about being busy in a couple of weeks but hadn't said why. I just imagined he was gonna cook Steve another delicious and ridiculously nice dinner or somethin' like that."
"Oh." You open the eyes you hadn't noticed you closed. He's coming "Yay! That makes me happy," you giggle, holding your desire to clap at how delighted you are that Bucky not only agreed, but did so that fast.
Bucky laughs a little on the other side. "Good. I don't mind parties where I'm wanted that much," he jokes.
"Good. Just don't forget some alcohol and you'll definitely be wanted there," you tease back.
It works—the heartwarming laugh you love so much comes through the line.
"Duly noted: I'm only wanted if I bring offerings."
"Well—I'll be there. I'll extend the invitations, too, and I'll text you if any of them confirms it, kay?" Bucky tells you, sounding almost as bright as you felt right now.
The sunset sky had been prettier, but for the first time, you enjoyed a conversation more than you did watch your favorite time of the day.
"See you then, darling," he adds in a lower voice.
"See you, Sarge."
When you two hang up, you have to sit there another moment now assimilating the fact.
Bucky will be at your party.
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Y/n: Will you be away for long?
Bucky: No, doll. I have three missions this month but they are quite simple. I'll be home as soon as possible.
Y/n: You have too many missions. *you sit on his lap and hug him*
Bucky: And you have too many clothes on.
Y/n: *you smirk and take your shirt off*
Bucky: What are you doing? *smiles while staring at you*
Y/n: Making things easier for you, unless you have to leave now.
Bucky: I'm not going to see you for weeks, Sam can definitely wait. *crushes his lips on yours*
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Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: Bucky keeps his promises.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language
Word Count: 1K
A/n: I’m feeling a lil down but that’s probably because of the moon and the equinox coming up. send movie recs cause I’ve got mad writers block still. I’ll be posting shit that I wrote a while ago so it might be garbage rat but oh well
Companion piece to Promise.
Five painfully long years, where each day is just as bad as the one before.
Wakanda lost its leaders.
The Avengers lost half of their team, their family.
And you lost your other half.
The only man you’ve ever truly loved.
Five years is a long time to be without someone, yet every day something new reminds you of him.
More than once you’ve found yourself begging the Gods to bring you to him. If they won’t give him back, the least they can do is let you go with him.
But every time you’ve gotten close to the edge, his voice whispers in your ear to stop, that it’ll be okay.
And so far, you’ve survived.
Steve comes to check on you every so often. In the beginning, he was practically living with you. Making sure you didn’t do anything rash.
But now you’re lucky if you see him once a month.
And if he’s on time, he should be here any day, now.
You’re in the back yard of your new home, fighting with some particularly stubborn weeds in your vegetable garden.
You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, wiping away the sweat and leaving mud in its wake.
Since the blip, you’ve moved out of the house you shared with him, gotten a new place, and a job that understands deeply how much the snap affected you.
Almost all your free time is spent in your garden.
He’d wanted to start one for so long, but neither one of you got around to doing it. Now, it’s something you do for him. Something he could never do.
Thinking about him still hurts, but not nearly as much as before.
Steve says it takes time, but you don’t think any amount of time will stop this ache in your chest.
“Steve said I’d find you back here.”
You stiffen, heart skipping one beat, then two, before doubling its pace in your chest.
It can’t be.
You don’t turn around, far too afraid that this is just your mind playing tricks on you again.
It hurts. It fucking hurts and you shake your head to try and get the voice to go away.
You thought the hallucinations had stopped.
Tears well up in your eyes and you wipe your trembling hands on your shirt.
“Go away. Please. I-I can’t do it anymore. No more. Please.”
Your voice is a tired, broken whisper that absolutely shatters his heart in his chest.
Two hands are on your back, one warm and one cool, and you snap your head up at the contact.
You spin around and launch yourself into his arms, sending him sprawling onto his back in the grass.
“Whoa! Easy there, honey.”
You cling to him, sobs bubbling out of you.
“Are you real? Is it... is it really you?” You don’t want the answer, far too afraid that he’ll slip through your fingers like he did so often during that first year.
“I’m real, love. I’m real.”
You shake your head and push yourself off of him, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him through the blur of your tears.
“You promised! You fucking promised!” You spit the words with venom rivalling a viper, and he frowns at you.
He made you a promise and then he broke your heart, and now he’s sauntering back like nothing happened.
“I’m here, aren’t I? I told you, sweet girl, I never break my promises. Just... took a little detour on the way home, I guess. Sam wanted to stop for McDonald’s. Came back later than I thought but I’m here. I’m here now, baby.”
Your anger and betrayal are washed away by the tears of joy that fall freely from your eyes, and Bucky wipes them away with his thumbs gently.
He holds your face just like he did that day five years ago, and you can’t stop your bottom lip from wobbling.
“How... why... why now? Steve said...” You trail off, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head.
What Steve said doesn’t matter. He’s here now. He’s back.
He pushes himself onto his knees and pulls you into his arms, holding you tenderly to his chest.
“I’m here, honey. I’m here. Did you really think I could break a promise I made with my best girl?”
You don’t answer, your face smushed in the crook of his neck while you cling to him desperately.
So many years you wished for this, and now he’s here.
It feels far too good to be true.
He kisses the top of your head with a heavy sigh then slowly pulls away to look at you, wiping some dirt off of your face.
“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. It’s all gonna be okay. I’m home now. And m’not gonna leave you. Not again.”
You sniffle and look into his eyes.
“But what about... your team? Your family?” He shakes his head and cracks a soft smile.
“You are my family. And... I wanna start my own team. Me, you, and a buncha chubby little babies.”
You let out a wet laugh, shaking your head at him.
“You can’t just... quit.” He nudges his nose against yours gently then presses his forehead to yours.
“Already did. I’ve been fighting for almost eighty years now. I deserve a break. Fought in the Second World War, the first intergalactic space war, the second intergalactic fucking space war. I’m done. No more fighting. No more war. Just me, my best girl, and our fat babies.”
You shake your head again and smile, holding onto his wrists with your muddy hands, but he doesn’t care how dirty you get him. All he cares about is having you in his arms now and forever.
“You’re really here? To stay? Y-you promise?” He nods, his own eyes getting teary at the hope in your voice.
Your heart is so full of love and longing and optimism. And this time he’s not gonna break it.
He grasps your hands tightly in his then switches his grip, linking his pinkies with yours and pressing his lips to yours softly.
He takes a moment, re-learning the way you feel, the way you move, then falls into a familiar pattern.
Kissing you is like muscle memory. He could get his memory wiped again and again, but he’d never forget how it feels to have your pillow-soft lips against his.
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I love your writing so much 😭😭😭 idk if you take requests but if you do can I suggest a fight between Bucky and the reader due to a misunderstanding, they already are in a relationship, maybe it’s a big fight with one of them thinking it might be the end of the relationship but at three end it’s just a big misunderstanding and it’s ending with some fluff
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None, just swears cause I'm a sweary-guy.
AN: Not beta read. Edited on phone. Hey, Anon! Thanks. I Hope this is okay... I am very nervous
He should have stopped it in its tracks.
The moment Bucky watched your lips curl, and your anger double, he should have held his hands up. Even if you had told him to be there at seven, and even if you claimed you had told him six. He should have stopped it, because no would win if it spiralled further out than just angry words and gesturing arms after the cab home.
The cab where you spoke very little with words, but said enough with your eyes and silence.
And he was right.
It spiralled. It awoke words neither of you both meant. Pinging the air with annoyances you've both bottled up; peppering the walls off the apartment with anger and hatred.
Sometimes, he really hated being right. Not often, but right now he did.
He should never have let you get to a point where you thought he didn’t care. When all he wanted to do was show how much he cared, how much he loved you, how his literal world had begun orbiting around you.
Be nonchalant. Don’t raise suspicion, Buck.
It was the last time he'd take advice from Steve. Because now you’ve gone—left him for the night. Your overnight bag over your shoulder as you explained you need to clear your head. And all he could think was, fuck.
Fuck he loved you. Fuck he hated the apartment when you were gone. And fucking, fuck. He didn't even know if you'd come back.
Every second in the silence, he played back all the things he shouldn't have done. Like he shouldn't have raised his voice, he shouldn't have told you to fucking go if you were so unhappy, and he should have done a whole lot more than say, 'Baby, I didn't mean it' when he watched you flinch at his words.
Bucky groans as he runs his hands over his face, sliding down the wall to the floor. Hating how the thud of his body echoes around the apartment as he replays every confused expression you've sent him in the last few days. Because he's been different, almost difficult.
Stress does that to a person.
But you don't know he's stressed; you're not supposed to know he's stressed. You're meant to not suspect anything.
It'll be even more of a surprise if you're a bit off, a bit awkward.
Steve. Have we met, I'm awkward all the time?
No, you stare. You glare. You also have this menacing... anyway, just be a little more standoffish. It'll be such a surprise. It'll all make sense when you ask.
In a way, he'd been successful.
You'd be surprised for sure. But, more so because you currently think he doesn't love you anymore. Because he'd done everything recently to push you to that conclusion, even as far as pushing you away tonight.
Yes, he'd been spacey. Yes he'd dropped the ball. Yes he'd helped Stark out more just so he could earn enough brownie points to surprise you. To give you a slice of normal in the two of your very un-normal life. Because you deserve it.
And, because while time has changed, where he's from this is massive, huge. It's more than a statement you can redact several years down the line. It's... well everything. People shouldn't even live together until it's been asked, and yet, here the two of you were.
But, now you're gone.
For one night, you'd said. To think, to calm down.
But he knows one night can so easily become two.
Worst of all, he knows where you’ve gone. He can picture it now, your head lying on Wanda’s pillow as you sob about how shitty he is. How he stood there, as you yelled and he just fucking shrugged; how he shouted at you to go, and did nothing to stop you.
Even if the words escaped and he wanted to take them back immediately. Even if right now all he wanted to do was go and find you and throw you over his shoulder.
But, he's knows that'll make it worse.
Because he knows so much about you.
He knows how you liked your coffee, and how you prefer spice over sweetness. That you eat your vegetables first as you hate them, leaving the 'funner' food for last. In truth, he's been compiling a file of you, since the moment you bumped into him, all self-righteous and annoyed, as if it was him who wasn’t looking.
Your eyes not even batting when Steve introduced the two of you. Seemingly uncaring that he’d murdered people and was dubbed 'The Winter Soldier'. If anything, you arched your brow as if it was supposed to be impressive. And, fuck did he fall for you a little bit there and then. You made him work for your time, and as soon as he earned it, he understood why.
You were magic, you were light and joy, and everything he had felt previously sucked out of him.
Now, it’s all just fucked because of one night.
Now you’re mad, and he’s mad. His anger bouncing around the walls, the tension so sharp it could slice anything that enters in half. And the weight of the box in his pocket is growing heavier by the second.
Because he shouldn’t have listened to Steve. He shouldn’t have taken advice from Sam.
He should have just gotten down on one knee, in the kitchen at the compound like he’d wanted to. Because that’s where you met. It’s where your face planted into his black top, leaving perfume and a little bit of makeup.
Bucky doesn't sleep, but then he never expected too.
He switched from hot to cold, lonely to irritated throughout the entire evening. He rolled to your side, smelling your perfume before he'd grow annoyed with it and move back to his side. Nothing felt comfortable, because everything felt so wrong.
Vision did call. As did Steve, Sam and even fucking Stark. He didn't answer them, though. Didn't want to try and explain that you'd ripped him a new asshole because he'd been late. An hour late, at that. And now the two of you were in the worst fight. How you'd left him, even for one night.
Because if he answers the phone to any of them, he'll blame them. Berate them because it's their fault he's been difficult and different. It's their fault for getting in his head, and now because of it, a three-week old fight has blown up in the apartment you both share.
It didn't matter who was right and who was wrong.
He'd blown it.
The one time he needed to be as punctual as he could be, he'd been late in your eyes. Even if, he hadn't. Even if he'd been five minutes before the time you'd told him the table was booked for.
It didn't matter.
Because Bucky had been late a lot recently. He'd been unavailable, busy and late so much so, you'd begun eating alone and going to bed before he was even home. Some mornings, he woke and your side was cold, having left long before his eyelids fluttered open.
You were in the army, how are you so bad with time? And don't, don't blame Tony or Steve. You own your own time, Buck. Not them. Least you could do is call, so I don't look like a dick waiting.
You were technically right.
And he could call.
And while you knew missions didn't abide by the 9 to 5 hours other normal relationships deal with, he could have called.
Especially because you are so forgiving. So understanding. If anything, you understand too much, and he suspects it's why you were so angry. You are so lenient, to the point it eats you alive. You don't say it, but you want normal. You want date nights and early afternoon lie-ins.
And, while normally he can take the rant and the attitude from you when you're wanting what you can't have. He didn't last night, because his entire day had been about getting the box from the jewellers.
So, unlike normal, where he'd kiss you to ebb away at you until your arms move around his neck. Normally, where he'd carry you to bed, showering you with love and care as your stress melts away because of him, his hands and his mouth.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't even touch you without you feeling the box. The stupid velvet box he'd been paranoid about the entire walk over to the restaurant.
So when the words flew, and his jacket had been removed. A kiss couldn't fix it; a touch couldn't heal it. Not even him topless could solve it.
Because you looked different. You looked tired, broken, and a little bit defeated. There was no stress to melt, just pain and heartache instead.
It's why, as soon as Vision informed him you'd left with Wanda to go to the compound, he left the apartment. He's sure he broke speed limits on his bike, and he storms past everyone as he enters the main level. All he cares about is you. Finding, talking and hugging.
He knows where you'll be, and exactly what you'll be doing. He ignores the questions, the odd glances; he ignores the soft hand falling to his bicep as he passes Steve.
Because, he's tired, he's broken and he's a little bit defeated by the box in his pocket and the question on his mind.
He only doesn't ignore Wanda, who looks at him, and smiles.
"Don't be," she says, a warmer smile, "I know."
Because of course she does. The only person who seemingly doesn't, is you.
He nods, storming past the hallway, heading to the kitchen and he sees you. It almost takes his breath away like it does when he's been away a while, and he spots you. You're not even dressed your usual self, his baggy t-shirt and a pair of leggings you must have grabbed, but you're here.
You're in reach.
You didn't leave him completely.
He doesn't think as he walks up to you, noticing your eyes are down, wishing they'd flick up, but they don't not until he's directly in front of you. Your lower back meeting one kitchen counter as he stands in front of you, the island behind him.
Say something. Say anything. He pleads.
But you don't.
You look at him like you hate him, but it's forced. Not real.
Bucky snatches the bag of chips from your hand, as your stare pierces into him. You crunch the last few chips in your mouth aggressively, jaw tightening afterwards as he tries to think of something to say.
Because he didn't rehearse this. He thought of finding you, and nothing else.
“We should talk,” he says, crinkling the bag as he leans against the island counter. “Before you eat Stark’s entire supply of chips because you're mad at me and I get berated by him again.”
He watches you lick the salt from your fingers, glaring deeper into him as if you've been learning from him.
“You sure you want to talk to me now, and not in an hours time?” you comment.
And fuck, you're a brat.
Running his hand over his face he sighs, unsure whether to retort or not.
“Because I can go for an hour, if you'd prefer? Or you could schedule a time and place, and I could just ignore it. Because I do that, y'know? I do it so much it's becoming the norm.“
Brat. Brat. Brat.
He tries to focus on breathing, and not responding. Because he can't lose you. He refuses. He's also not sure he could survive another night without you, having grown so accustomed to your body beside him. The way you nuzzle into him, the way you wake up all sleepy in the morning and tell him you love him.
Bucky shakes his head, giving you the bag of chips back as you smirk, opening it up before your hand dives in.
“You’re grumpier when you’re hungry,” he comments and you snarl. “And you’re more forgiving on a full stomach.”
Your mouth opens, and he holds his hand up. Already anticipating the barrage of words being sent his way. But he has to talk, he has too. If he's silent, if he shrugs, he's lost.
Ring or not.
“One day, you’re gonna give me a chance to explain myself, and I’m gonna get the luxury of watching you panic as you realise, fuck, Bucky was trying to be nice,” Bucky says, and you crunch louder. "One day. Probably on an off-day for you, because fuck you're annoyingly perfect."
You frown, swallowing your mouthful. “Good start, Barnes. Insult me and—"
“You are. You're the most frustratingly annoying person, and we happen to be friends with Sam. But, baby, I love you. I love you so much I can't even think of how to tell you I love you. I just do,” he says, fumbling in his pocket. “But, I assure you, you told me seven.”
He places the velvet box down on the counter beside him, and your eyes fall from his to it.
Then there's silence. Not even the rustle of the bag meets the air, and he’s sure his heart is about to burst out of his chest.
He could have chosen more words, but he opts for action because it's all he has. He isn't skilled with romance like Steve, he isn't charming like Sam. He's brash and idiotic, saying everything in small gestures like rubbing your arms when you're stressed and kissing your hairline when you're sad. He holds you until you wiggle when you're not even sure what you want; he lets you use him when you're feeling powerless and stressed.
Bucky opts for a physical statement, one you can't ignore, because it says more than words.
He licks his top teeth as he rubs his chin. “You hug as a greeting. Before you kiss me.” You frown, and he smiles. "You always hug, actually. It's one of those frustratingly beautiful things about you."
Your eyes widen, the bag in your hand dropping to the floor with a low thud.
“If you’d have hugged me, you’d have felt it. Actually, one of your slaps almost connected with it,” he says, smothering a chuckle in his throat as best as he can. “I knew one day, you’d wake up and realise you could do better. I just didn’t expect it to be before I even asked you the goddamn question.”
He smirks. “No. No. No. You don’t get to Buck me, baby.” Moving towards you, watching your eyes follow him as he places his hands on your arms. In the way he always does when you're mad at someone else and not him. “You left me.”
“I left for one—“
Shaking his head, he continues his warm smirk.
The one you claim is yours. Not that it could ever be anyone else’s.
He does it, apparently, when you’re being cute—or as he calls it, a pain in his ass. And while he’s currently hurt, aching and worrying that you’d never come home; that you're done with him, and he's to late. He’s also just a little bit happy you’ve not left the room, that you’re letting his hands remain on your arms as he tilts his head.
“You left me,” he says more purposefully, and he watches your eyes sink. “Don’t leave again. Please? Not unless… not unless...” he clears his throat, set to finish the sentence when your hand takes his.
It’s smaller, softer than his own. And so cold, so cool against his warm skin, he wonders how you don’t shiver.
“It was one night…”
He closes his eyes. Not wanting to say how he's tossed and turned all night; how he bounced from nightmares of old versions of him and newer, horrid ones where you never came home for the few minutes he did sleep.
“One night too long." Your anger seems to vanish as your features soften before you glance past him, staring at the box. "You ruined my surprise."
Lips twitching, you smile. "I guess I did."
"You could sound more sorry."
Smirking, you look up, and he sees the normal hue of your eyes. No anger. No hatred. "I could, but—"
"You won't?" he snorts as you shake your head. "You know I'm gonna make you wait to ask you now, right?"
Laughing, you lift up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
He kisses you, more urgently, more needy before he caresses your cheek, staring into your eyes. "Don't leave me."
Your brows furrow, a softer smile replacing the smirk. "I could never, Buck. It was just—" He inhales, and you laugh lightly. "I'm sorry for leaving. I won't—"
"You better not."
"I won't. I'll stay, talk, and be mad. Yeah?"
He nods, watching your eyes flick to the box as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Yeah. Slam all the doors in the apartment. Make me sleep on the floor. Just don't..."
"Leave," you finish for him, softly as you smile up at him.
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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,
Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk
Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3
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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.
The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.
At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.
“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.
“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”
Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”
“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”
“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.
“As long as- “
“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”
“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”
There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was a Mexican standoff between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.
“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”
“For you to come to a meeting.”
“The families of Veterans ones?”
“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”
“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.
“You know sign language, right?”
“American? I think?”
“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”
Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”
Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”
“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”
Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.
“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”
It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.
You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.
You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.
“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”
You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”
“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”
“Good things I hope.”
“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.
Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.
“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”
“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”
You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.
The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.
It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.
You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,
“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”
“No problem.” He signed back,
You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”
Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”
“You know how to text?”
“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”
“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”
The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.
You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,
“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”
You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.
Well, that was hot.
You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,
“I’ll explain later.”
Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.
“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”
“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”
He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
There was an awkward silence.
“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”
Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”
“No problem, see ya.”
The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.
The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.
As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.
His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”
“Hot chocolate it is.”
You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1-
“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”
You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.
You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”
Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”
“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”
“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”
“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”
Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”
“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”
Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”
It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.
“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.
“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”
“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”
“You know what this means Bucky?”
“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”
“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.
“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”
You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”
Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.
“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”
Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.
“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.
You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”
“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”
Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”
Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-
“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.
Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”
“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”
Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”
You both looked guiltily at one another.
“You owe me. That poker night, void.”
You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”
It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.
Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.
You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.
“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”
Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.
You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.
“I should be asking you that.”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”
Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.
“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”
Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.
“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”
You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.
You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.
“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.
You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.
He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”
You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”
“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”
“I was watching myself most of the time.”
You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”
There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “
“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”
“Those were your dreams?”
“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “
“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”
You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”
“And I love you.”
There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.”
Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.
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the bodyguard | part 4
pairings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x chief of staff!female reader
summary: part 4 | the day off | things seem to be picking up between you and your bodyguard. you laid in bed all night replaying him calling you by your first name along with that sly smile. the next morning you were ready for a new day with your bodyguard.
warnings: angsty, mentions of violence, james pushes someone up against a wall :/, kinda fluffy, possible first kiss!!!, more build-up, I promise we are getting there. I PROMISE.
You spring out of bed and quickly get ready. You’re more upbeat than normal. You can’t help but think it’s because last night you laid in bed and replayed James calling you by your first name accompanied with that sly smile…over and over.
You tell yourself it’s just a little crush, what could hurt? You have been with one person for the past six years. You haven’t gone out on a date for months.
Christ, it feels like you haven’t even flirted in years. You have this feeling of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of seeing James, even though it made you feel like a teenage girl you kinda enjoyed it. It’s Saturday so you dress casual as you only need to be at the office for a few hours. Before you reach the door you selfishly hope that James brought you a coffee again. You open it and are met with an unfamiliar face.
“Good morning, Miss. I'm Agent Casper, I'll be accompanying you today.” He smiles.
You stare at this person unsure what to think. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his badge to prove he isn’t lying.
“Where is Agent Barnes?” You ask.
“It’s his day off, ma’am.”
Day off? Your bodyguard can take a day off?
You are still uncertain what to think about this individual so you take off down the hallway towards where James is supposedly staying.
You abruptly knock on the door and within seconds, the door creeps open and a sleepy James is behind it.
“Casper, what the fuck?” He wipes his eyes and looks up to realize it’s you.
You smirk at the sound of ‘fuck’ leaving his lips. His raspy sleepy voice mixed with the Brooklyn accent, makes it become your favorite word all over again.
“Oh-um. Ma’am.” He clears his throat and steps in front of the door.
Your eyes wander down as you realize his black t-shirt is barely covering his boxers, you stare at his toned bare legs and instantly have to control your thoughts.
“Hi.” You say looking back up to him.
“Are you alright, ma’am?”
Back on the ma’am bullshit, you see.
Probably because the other agent is around and he has to keep up his professional persona. Annoying.
“Why didn’t you tell me today was your day off?” You ask.
“Oh, well, it was in your briefing from Jim. I assumed the Chief of Staff would read all the memos given to her.” His sarcastic response prompts a chuckle from you.
“Interesting. Enjoy your day off. Apologies.” You smile.
“Are you sure, ma’am? I can get ready.” He says, your heart flutters at the thought of him giving up a day off at your request.
“No need, Barnes. Casper seems like he can do the job.” You wink at him before walking off.
Though it’s Saturday everyone usually comes in for a few hours to catch up on all the things that were neglected during the week. You asked your assistant to let you know once Josh was in because you need to discuss his little habit of not listening to you.
“He’s in, do you want me to call him?” She announces over the phone intercom.
“No, I will surprise him. Thanks.” You respond with an evil smirk.
“Oh Jooooosh,” you yell as you walk down the hallway to your deputy’s office.
You hear the shuffling of papers on his desk as you round the corner and stand in the doorway. You lean against it and give a wide smile.
“Hi.” He smiles. He knows you’re here to yell at him. He’s prepared himself. You slowly walk into his office and walk around a bit before sitting down.
“Josh. My man. My friend. How are you?” Your sarcastic tone rings throughout his office.
“I am great, boss. How are you?” He responds back. Josh and you can always go head to head. You enjoy these moments.
“You know, Josh. I would be better if my deputy wouldn’t run his mouth all over town.” You narrow your gaze.
He sighs in defeat.
“I’m sor --“ he begins.
“Josh. I know Walker is your best friend but you don’t have to tell him everything. Especially about me.”
“We are worried about you. He has a right to know.” He attempts to explain himself.
“He lost that right a few years ago.” You state.
“I’m sorry. I am. He cares about you, you know.” He says.
You nod your head and sit there and talk with Josh for a few minutes. Josh notices that Agent Casper is outside of his doorway and he chuckles.
“He really does follow you everywhere, huh.”
You roll your eyes and stand up.
“That’s not even the main one.” You roll your eyes and stand up to walk out.
“I figured as much, Walker said you had a thing for him. That one doesn’t look like your type.” He retorts and you spin around, your eyes wide.
“Excuse me?” You state and Josh quickly realizes he overstepped but he doesn’t care.
“I mean, you have a type, you know, men you can't have.” He chuckles.
“Shut up.” You raise your hands to stop him.
“You know I am right,” he smiles.
“Get the fuck back to work.” You demand as you walk out of his office.
You finish up a few hours later than expected but still enough time to allow you to enjoy a lazy Saturday night.
Casper checks your apartment and lets you inside, you watch as he walks down to James’s apartment and knocks once, and then enters.
You stand out there for a few seconds, hoping for some reason James would pop out and say hello or something.
But he doesn’t.
You go inside and sulk for a few minutes, who would've thought only seeing James for 5 minutes would make you so... sad.
You eventually get over yourself and order some pizza. While waiting you open your fridge to see a beautiful six-pack of beer you were saving for this moment. You flip on the tv and find the baseball game and sit down.
You let out a content sigh as you secretly live for these Saturday nights alone. 30 minutes or so pass and you hear a knock on the door. You jump up and find your wallet as you walk to the door you hear a man yelling.
You open it to find James has shoved the pizza guy against the wall and is frisking him.
“James, what the hell?” You ask
“Hey, man, get off!” The pizza guy who is pushed up against the wall attempts to push James off.
“Stay inside, Y/N.” James demands.
“James — it’s the pizza guy. I just ordered pizza. Let him go.” You try to explain.
He quickly lets up his grip and the pizza guy stands back, his face is red and he is confused and shocked. James steps back and fixes his shirt. You notice that his jaw is clenched and you can see the veins in his forehead. Without thinking you step out and grab ahold of his arm,
“It’s okay, James,” you whisper.
His body immediately relaxes with your touch and you notice this. He looks at you and you offer a smile. You then turn towards the delivery kid and pull out a large bill and hand it to him.
“Keep the change, I’m sorry.” You explain but he lights up when he notices how large his tip is and takes off running down the hallway.
You notice your pizza is laying on the floor and you laugh as you open it to see it remand in perfect condition. You stand back up and James is leaning against the wall. His jaw is still clenched. He is breathing somewhat heavily and you step towards him again.
“James, it’s okay, I’m alright and my pizza is still in perfect condition.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood.
“Christ. Next time, tell me when you’re ordering food. We have to check people. I have to do my fucking job, Y/N! Do you realize how easily you could’ve been hurt just now? Fuck!” He yells.
This is the first time he’s raised his voice at you. Normally if a man, well if anyone, spoke to you this way you would enter into defense mode and yell back. For some reason, James yelling at you made you upset.
You step back and sigh.
“I’m -- I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” You mutter.
He looks up at you, shocked you didn’t respond with a sarcastic comment or fight him on trying to do his job. He sighs and steps into you, forcing you back against your door. Your body tenses as you catch your breath. He is so close to you, you can smell him. His scent is unique. You’d like to bottle it up and keep it with you forever.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean — I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just have to protect you, okay? I have to keep you safe.” He practically whispers.
You’re so overwhelmed with his scent and the fact he is so close you can make out more of his gorgeous features, all you can do is nod in response. You both stand there in silence for a few seconds.
“So are you on the clock I’m assuming?” You finally say.
“No — I just heard someone knocking and looked out to see him. Casper must’ve checked him at the front but no one told me.”
You laugh as you realize he completely overreacted just now, he slammed a poor pizza guy against a wall for nothing.
“Well if you’re off the clock, you can join me for pizza and beer, then.” You smile and pull him inside.
“Uh — I probably shouldn’t” He begins once you’ve pulled him inside.
You watch as his glances around your apartment as if he hasn’t been in here several times before.
“Shush. It’s free beer and pizza. What else are you doing?” You ask as you walk off towards the kitchen to grab plates and some beers.
“It’s just — I shouldn’t hang out with the protectee. It’s against protocol.” He follows you.
“For who?” You ask, spinning around cocking your head at him.
“Uh, the secret service.”
“Well good thing you don’t really work for them, huh. You’re just the hired bodyguard.” You smirk and hand him a beer.
He chuckles as he takes the beer and pops it open. You step back to take him in.
This is a sight you could get used to. James. In your kitchen wearing normal people clothes which is a first. He’s wearing a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and jeans.
You enjoy his bodyguard attire as it involves him in a suit, but wow who knew a guy could look so good in a gray t-shirt?
You lead him back to your couch and plop down, patting the cushion beside you. He’s hesitant at first but eventually gives in. You slap a slice of pizza on his plate and he whispers a “thank you” and you watch as he takes a slice of pizza and folds it up like a taco. This makes you laugh.
“What?” He asks.
“I love seeing people eat pizza. You can tell what type of person they are.” You respond, smiling over at him.
“What type of person am I then?” He asks as he leans back into your couch, throwing one arm behind your head.
“Can’t tell you that. Then I’d have to kill you.” You smile.
He chuckles at that response.
“I’d like to see you try” he whispers to himself.
“Oh I wouldn’t kill you, I’d just have someone do it.”
He looks at you and smirks not aware you heard his comment.
You two sit there and eat more pizza and drink a few more beers. The only talking that goes on is the announcers of the game. You eventually lean up and place your plate on the coffee table and fall back into the couch. You feel yourself gravitate towards James and your leg brushes up against his.
He coughs slightly and leans up to place his drink on the coffee table.
“I should probably go…” he says as he stands up.
“No wait.” You say as you stand up and are face to face with him. This is the closest you two have been since the other night when he held your drunken self up.
You smell his scent as you did earlier and you feel yourself glance down to his lips. You watch as the breath catches in his throat and now it’s his turn as his eyes glance down to your lips.
You two stand there staring at each other for a few more seconds before you slightly lean in. He follows your lead and as your lips are millimeters apart his phone starts to ring. He quickly pulls away from you and you let out a silent sigh.
“Barnes.” He answers
“What? Are you fucking serious? When?” His tone changes in a second.
You turn and give him a worried look.
“OK. I’ll get her. We are leaving.”
He shoves his phone into his pocket and looks at you, his jaw is clenched, you’ve picked up that this isn’t normally a good sign.
“Jame — “ you begin to speak.
“We have to go.”
“Why? What’s going —“ you shake your head.
“Pack a bag of clothes that can last you the rest of the weekend. Someone will come back for your other stuff.” He cuts you off.
He notices your wide eyes and how scared you’re beginning to look, he grabs ahold of your hand.
“Y/N, please. Please just trust me.” He whispers as he squeezes your hand and you silently nod before jumping off the couch and packing a small bag.
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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, 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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Summary: Bucky and his spouse didn't want kids, but nobody said anything about a pet. or four.
Warnings: swearing, shreksual innuendo, fluff, bucky pls stop adopting ever fucking stray animal, not edited
a/n: I'm writing in second person for the first time and this feels very weird. Also, bucky calls reader doll but not necessarily in a feminine way
Word Count: 621
James Buchanan Barnes is scary and edgy and a deadly assassin, and the kitten he's trying to hide from his spouse does not change that fact, no matter how much Sam or any of the others insist otherwise. He's scary, period.
His beloved loves him, that's why they're his beloved, so they should understand his impulses. People do different things to cope, his spouse indulges in trashy soap operas and cackles at horror movies, some people take long naps and take self-care days, so he shouldn't be judged for adopting, or attempting to adopt, every single stray he comes across, right? After all, at least he isn't watching The Kissing Booth.
Really, Bucky should've divorced you the moment you forced him to watch the movie and its sequel, eyes positively gleaming with delight and cruel joy, and the only reason he didn't is because he loves you. Plus, you're cute.
"If having kids will make you stop, then you're free to put it in me,"
Bucky freezes, hand on the apartment door he'd tried to close without letting you know. Clearly, you knew. Fuck.
"What?" He questions, deciding to play it dumb. His bag lets out a meow. Fucking shit goddammit. He thinks he's running out of swear words, though you have increased his vocabulary considerably. Your reasoning behind making him sit down for a "Swear Session" was that you didn't want him moaning 'fiddlesticks' in bed. He did it once, just to annoy you.
"World's best assassin," you mutter, raising an eyebrow as you make your way towards him, hand held out expectantly.
"Look, I know we have too many-"
"We have three,"
"-and this might be more than we can handle-"
"The smell of dog food is giving me trauma, Buck, we have more dog treats than human food,"
"-but she was so sad-"
"you named the last dog 'Turkey' Who the fuck names a dog Turkey,"
"I couldn't say no-"
"Are you into pet-play? Is that it? Fucking zoophilia, always knew you were weird, no wonder the penguin at the zoo likes you so much,"
He opens his duffel bag and shoves out a white kitten into your face, staring at you expectantly. You're not sure which one is cuter, Bucky or the cat. In the end, you're the cutest, you decide.
"You gonna name her Q-tip? Ovulation? Cum? Bleach Baby?"
"Her name's Alpine," he says, surprising you with a shockingly normal name, and pulling her away from you and covering her ears at your crass language, "and don't say that in front of the kids,"
"Kid," you correct him, "the girl downstairs is walking the rest of 'em,"
"So," he begins, raising her little body, "Can we keep her?"
You sigh, rolling your eyes affectionately, "You're such a fucking himbo. Fine,"
He grins, and you think you're going to melt. So fucking cute.
You reach out to pet her, and she hisses at you, making you withdraw your hand.
"Broody," you note, "like you,"
"Sure you ain't. I bet she's an aries," you say, not even letting him finish his sentence, and nod towards the cat.
"Aries slander," he chides, and you shrug.
"At least she isn't Pisces,"
You watch her trot around, examining your odd choice in furniture with distaste. She tips over a plastic glass, and you grin.
"She's like me,"
"A walking disaster?"
"One more word and this disaster is walking outta here,"
He smiles, hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. He laces his fingers with yours, placing a kiss on your cheek and whispers, "So, while I was coming here, I saw a dog-"
"Finish that sentence you fucker and we're getting a divorce,"
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The Past Can Break You - 10
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?
A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.
You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.
Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster.
Bucky and you stare at each other for a few moments, having a silent conversation. He finally breaks eye contact with you when your smirk widens. He looks down at Dot, who is trembling on the ground beside him.
“Dot, you need to stay back. I... I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you if she does this,” he says.
Dot looks up at Bucky terrified, “Why would you hurt me? What is that book Jamie?” she cries.
You open the book and turn through the pages, looking for the one you need.
“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you? This is not part of the plan!” Nat shouts hoping to get through to you.
“Nat. I know you wanted to help, but obvious Jamie over there picked who he wants. I need to make them both suffer for hurting me,” you say.
“This isn’t the way to go about it. You know who those words bring out. You will never forgive yourself for hurting the man you love,” Nat pleads.
You laugh, “Nat, please.”
You look back at Bucky who is holding Dot’s arms begging her to leave. “She isn’t going anywhere!” you yell.
You look down at the Russian words before and slowly start to read off the list, one by one. Each time you read a word, you look at Bucky, who stays tensely still. After a few words you look at Nat, who looks at you with furrowed brows. It makes you smirk knowing that she is starting to catch on.
You look back over at Bucky and say the remaining words and see him straighten up, staring at you with an intensity you can feel go right through you. You look at him and cock your head to the side, and then look at Dot, who is frozen watching everything go on.
“You see Dot. Bucky boy was used and abused by these people called HYDRA. They brainwashed him and had him kill on their whim by using trigger words,” you say with a smile as you see her pale. “Now that he has been triggered, he only listens to me and will do what I say.”
Dot starts to cry and tremble, “Please. Please don’t let him hurt me,” she cries.
You coo in fake sympathy and then look at Bucky, “Soldat?” you call, and then motion for him to come and stand beside you. He walks over silently and stands by your side facing your friends. You whisper something in Bucky’s ear and then step back and he walks toward Dot.
“No one move or I will make sure you all regret it in more ways than one!” you shout to your team who stares at you and then watching Bucky walk toward a hysterical Dot.
“Jamie, please! It’s me! It’s your Dot. You love me! Baby please!” she pleads through her tears.
Bucky grabs her arm and drags her toward you before depositing her in front of you. You laugh at how pathetic she looks and squat in front of her, “Now, why don’t you tell everyone how you fucked my boyfriend. Tell them how you are nothing but a lying manipulative whore. TELL THEM HOW YOU MADE SURE I HEARD YOU FUCKING HIM!” you yelled.
Dot is sobbing harder. Steve stepped by, “Y/N that’s enough,” he said in his authoritative tone.
You look up at your captain and stand, giving him a short nod, “You’re right Cap. It is enough. So, Dot let’s try again, and if you lie I will make my soldier here do something he will regret. So tell me... did you sleep with Bucky when he came home from that mission?” you ask calmly.
Dot is too hysterical to answer and just shakes her head no. You look up at your team and then to Bucky, who has a hard face on staring at the woman in front of him.
“How did you get sounds of Bucky moaning like that?” you ask, still calmly.
Dot takes a deep breath and looks around the room and stops at Tony before looking at you. “I-I.... I pretended to be interested in FRIDAY so Tony will show me everything,” she says. “I had FRIDAY record you and James having sex and then had him change from saying your name to my name. When I heard you coming out of your room, I had FRIDAY play it in my room so it sounded like James was in there,” she says.
Bucky takes a step forward, but you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looks at you and nods to tell you it was ok to release him, which you did. Now Bucky squatted down in front of Dot, “You just couldn’t let me be happy if it wasn’t with you,” he says angrily.
Dot looked at him in surprise, “Jamie?” she gasps.
Bucky gives a dry laugh, “You are as poisonous as you were back in the 40′s. I should have known better than to help you. You tried to ruin my relationship!” he yelled as he stood back up and wrapped him arm around your waist. “This woman loves me in spite of all the bullshit I have been through in my life. In spite of who I was and what I did. Do you honestly think you could handle being with a murderer Dot?” he asked her.
Dot now stood up and wiped her tear-stained face, “No. When you told me about you and your friends, I knew that I didn’t want you anymore, but when I saw you were famous... I...” she trailed off.
You scoff, “You spoiled bitch!” you yell.
Bucky squeezes your waist and then let’s go before stepping toward Dot, who fearfully takes a step back. Bucky glares at her for a moment before looking up at Tony, “Are we all set on everything?” he asks.
“Oh you bet. Small little apartment in her old neighborhood. Enough money to cover 1 months rent,” Tony said.
Dot looked at Bucky, “And what am I supposed to do with 1 months rent?” she asks annoyed.
“I don’t give a damn. Figure it out. Get a damn job, but let me tell you something. If you ever come near me, or my girl again, I will make you regret it. Got it Dolores?” Bucky sneered.
Dot whimpered and then turned running out of the room. Sam and Wanda offered to go make sure she leaves. Bucky turns toward you and cups your face, “Are you ok?” he asks searching your eyes.
You can’t help but laugh, “I made you pretend to go Winter Soldier Mode, and you’re asking if I’m ok?”
Bucky laughs and pulls you into a passionate kiss, which was interrupted by Nat, “You could have told me ya know,” she says feigning annoyance.
“You’re right. But your face when you were scared was pretty funny. How was my Russian?” you ask with a smirk.
Nat laughs, “Well when you were saying words like teddy bear and lollipop, I figured you 2 planned something without me,” she said.
“Sorry, I needed it to look as real as possible,” you said with a shrug.
Nat walks away with a smirk and you look at Bucky again. “So,” he says, “Are we ok?”
Chapter 9 / Chapter 11 (finale)
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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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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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Nothing Personal: Chapter 8
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader (enemies to lovers)
Prompt: Bucky’s public appearance was lacking in the… well, everything department. And now, with him fully being in the public eye as the new Captain America’s right hand man, that needed to be fixed. That brought you into the equation, someone who seemed to be the direct opposite of the White Wolf. Bubbly, friendly, the perfect PR girlfriend for the grumpy man. Whether he liked it or not.
Chapter Summary: Time makes the heart grow fonder, at least that’s what they say. You thought you’d finally let go, but the world likes to keep you on your toes. (Word count: 5047)
Warnings: mostly angst, some fluff, language, mentions of cheating, mentions of drinking
A/N: Holy cow guys! It’s the last chapter! We’ve made it! But don’t worry, I’ll also be posting an epilogue and I can always do drabbles for these guys! As always, my taglists, messages, and inbox are open!
Catch up here!
Two years is a long time.
Two whole years had gone by, two Christmases, two birthdays, two Halloweens. The third year was creeping up, whizzing past New Year’s Eve and Valentine’s day.
Time seemed to slow down, though, on March 10, 2028. Truly, time basically screeched to a halt for the past two March 10′s, but for some reason, it was more noticeable this time around.
Maybe it was because you realized that it had been three whole years now since you’d met Bucky. Maybe it was because he was now 111, one of your lucky numbers. Maybe it was because you thought back to that party you threw him for his 108th, how he told you all that time ago that he never wanted you.
Nevertheless, your mind was flooded with ideas of what you would’ve gotten him for his birthday. A new pair of combat boots, a nice homemade dinner and dessert, a day off from all the craziness in his life.
Maybe just a hug would’ve been enough for him.
During that first year, when you weren’t engulfed in your thoughts of Bucky, you were actively searching for work. It was hard getting a job when you moved back down to Louisiana. Being the ex-girlfriend of an American hero isn’t really good publicity.
Luckily, the only people who didn't care about your relationship status were kids, so you got a job at the local elementary school as a teaching assistant.
It was nice. The kids were cute, the job just covered your rent, and you got free lunch. It was... peaceful.
Well, it was peaceful until you’d reach the World War II section in history and you’d have to stare down at photos of the Howling Commandos, of Bucky Barnes himself. Obviously, the kids weren’t oblivious to news. They’d see Bucky’s face and make the connection, and once they did, the questions about him were endless. Of course, they were harmless and pretty cute if you were being honest, but it still stung.
The most common question was about what he was like, and it was a hard question for you to answer. You didn’t know what he was like. To others, he was kind and playful but still stoic. He was like that with you a few times. But mostly, all you saw of him was cold, distant, and reserved. But the kids didn’t want to hear that.
“He was a brave man, and he cared a lot about the people he loved,” you’d tell them with a smile, and after a while, it felt true.
Other than the few rare days that stood out for one reason or another, every other day blurred together until it had finally reached the Fourth of July.
Sam, Mr. Captain America himself, had it in his mind that he had some patriotic duty to take upon himself. thus he decided to hold a large event at the docks, complete with food and fireworks, and of course, photo ops with Captain America and the Winter Soldier.
You stared at the flyer that sat on the top of the pile you were holding. Winter Soldier.
“You’ve got a stink face goin’ on,” Sam teased, nudging your shoulder. He stared down at the flyers, sighing. “Listen, I don’t want him anywhere near you, but it’s for the family business. And besides, I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“White Wolf,” you spoke, looking up at Sam.
“I remember Bucky telling you once that he preferred White Wolf over the Winter Soldier. But these flyers say Winter Soldier.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on, he screwed you over and you’re making sure he gets called what he’s comfortable with?”
You shrugged. “Just forget I said anything.” You grabbed the tape gun from Sam’s hands and began to rip off a few pieces.
“Hey, hey, slow down.” He took the flyers and the tape gun from your hands. “You’re right. We’ll go and fix them.”
You gave him a nod, a small smile quirking on your lips.
Organizing a party was hard enough as it is. Having to organize a party for hundreds of people while having the fear of seeing Bucky once more looming over you? Nearly impossible.
You sat on Sarah’s couch, your head in your hands as you tried to physically soothe your migraine. “Tell me again why we have to do fireworks?” you grumbled.
“Because they’re fun!” AJ piped up, earning a hum of agreement from Sam.
“And expensive! And dangerous! Did y’all forget that we’re doing this on a wooden dock?”
“Oh come on, Y/N, get into the spirit!” Sam whined, shoving your shoulder.
“God, you’re obnoxious.” You leaned back on the couch. “You do understand that this is in 2 days, right? I have no idea where we’re gonna get all of these fireworks from.”
“It’ll be fine, you stress too much.”
As you were about to open your mouth to argue, a knock sounded at the door. You rose from your seat, and you didn’t notice the look Sam and Sarah shared. “I got it, I need a break from this.”
“No, no, I’ve got it,” Sam spoke up, rushing over to you.
“Sam, I’m like five feet from the door, it’s fine.” You rolled your eyes at him and continued walking, reaching out and gripping the doorknob.
“Y/N, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
You looked over your shoulder and gave him a weird look, stopping for a moment to think about what he was saying. With a shrug, you turned back to the door and opened it.
“Y/N,” Bucky breathed out, his eyes meeting yours as he stood up straight.
You gulped. “James,” you spoke curtly, taking a few steps back. You wanted to walk away, to turn on your heel and run as fast as possible in the other direction. But you were frozen, lost in a trance as you stared into his eyes.
Sam appeared behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and pulling you from your stupor. “This is what I was talking about,” he hissed in your ear before jerking his head to one side, signaling over at the open side door. You gave him a nod and slipped away, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Footsteps sounded behind you as you sat down on the porch steps, your back tensing as you contemplated turning around to see who was coming.
“You okay?” Sarah spoke, settling down next to you and nudging your shoulders with hers.
A sigh left your lips. “I don’t know,” you told her.
It was true. Part of you was happy to see him in the flesh after all of these years, see his blue eyes glisten in a way that couldn’t be caught on camera. You wanted to hug him, to beg him for another chance, to kiss him just once. The other part of you a jumbled mess of heavy emotions. Anger, regret, misery, wariness. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at him, cry, vomit, or hold him close to you.
It had been a rough couple of years for Bucky.
After everything fell apart, after he lost you, no one wanted to talk to him for awhile. He understood why, of course, and he knew he’d do the same if he was in their shoes. Jess didn’t even talk to him, other than her confirming that the arrangement was over with and having him sign a few things.
During that time of loneliness, he thought a lot about what you’d told him. God, how could he even try to forget what you said. Every word, every cry, every strangled gasp of breath was ingrained in his mind, playing on a constant loop.
It wasn’t the 40′s and he couldn’t hop form girl to girl like he used to or blame his dumb actions on said girls. You told him he was free now that the relationship was over, when the last thing he felt was free when you let him go. You never wanted to see his face again. You gave everything up for him, and you did it because you loved him. He broke you.
Then he looked back on the past four months, all the effort you put into the relationship. Your birthday party for him, complete with a bonfire when you wanted to burn the tabloids that put him in a bad light.
You were so adamant on showing him that he wasn’t a monster, while everything he had done to you was nothing short of monstrous.
Hell, you almost died for him, let yourself get tortured for hours on end because you wouldn’t give up where he was. He wished he could say that he knew he was in love with you he found you clinging on to life, but it wasn’t. He wished he could say he was stubborn up to that point.
Truly, he fell in love with you that first night at the bar wearing your pretty sundress and your signature beaming smile on your face. He remembered that he wished he could taste the sugary drink on your lips, get drunk off of you and let himself give in.
His thoughts traveled to that first night he spent with you, your limbs tangled together and his lips latched onto yours to make up for lost time. You didn’t even need to have any liquor on your lips for him to feel intoxicated. It was the first time he felt that way in close to a century, the hazy dreamlike state that made his head spin as he craved more.
If he did sleep, he’d fall asleep on the carpet of your old room, imprints still left in the fabric from your bed frame and your bookshelves and your desk. His cheek would be pressed against the carpet, leaving a pattern on his skin when he’d inevitably wake a few hours later from a nightmare.
He didn’t dream of his days as the Winter Soldier like he used to. Now, he dreamt of your tear-soaked cheeks, your pleas for him to stay, your ragged sobs. He dreamt of Steve who was disappointed in the man he became, the man who’d hurt someone so easily. He dreamt of you and Steve ignoring his pleas for you both to stay, you two had your backs turned to him as you walked away and faded from his view.
After a few months, Sam gave in and spoke to Bucky again. Bucky had suspected Maria Hill had something to do with it as she was worried about his reckless solo missions that usually ended with him in the medical bay. They’d joined back together, but it took about another 12 months for the two to get close to the way things were. But it would never be the same, they both knew that.
Wanda had barely spoken a word to him in two years, and it was only after his 111th birthday when she’d found him sobbing in your old room that she let her walls down slightly.
“Bucky?” Wanda spoke, peeking her head through the cracked door.
Bucky sat on the floor, his back propped up against the wall and his head in his hands. His legs were pulled up to his chest and his elbows rested on his knees. His whole body shook with sobs, and when his fingers weren’t scrubbing away the tears on his cheeks, they were tugging at his long and tangled waves.
“Bucky,” Wanda gasped, stepping inside and rushing over to him. “Are you okay?”
At her voice, he froze for a moment. His hands retreated from his face and he stared up at her, his lower lip quivering. “I can’t close my eyes, Wanda,” he rasped.
“What do you mean?”
“Every time I close my eyes, I see her. I... I can’t do it anymore. I miss her so much it hurts.”
She bit back the snide comments that rested on her tongue. Instead, she stayed silent, settling onto her knees next to him.
“A picture came up in my notifications, from three years ago. It was the birthday party she threw for me.” He held back a sob, unlocking his phone and sliding it over to her.
On the screen was a Facebook post (she made a mental note to tease him later for still using Facebook) that one of the party’s attendees made three years ago, popping up as a memory in his notifications. The post was a collage of photos. Photos of the scenic lake, of Bucky staring distastefully at the cake you made him, at your face smiling up at him while he was giving you a tight-lipped almost-grimace, of your face and Bucky’s illuminated by the bonfire.
“I love her,” he admitted, staring up at the ceiling. “I love her so much and I just want to see her one more time, but I can’t and it hurts so bad.”
Her lips pressed into a fine line. “I know, Bucky.”
“Can...” He sniffled, wiping the tears from his cheeks before looking at Wanda. “Can you do something? Please? Just... do something with my mind so I can see her one more time?”
The request took Wanda aback. For as long as she’d known Bucky, he was adamant that he didn’t want anyone in his mind, that he had enough of people being in his mind for ten lifetimes. Now he was begging her to manipulate him, to project something in his mind that wasn’t real just so he could feel a sliver of peace. But did he deserve the peace, a momentary refrain from all of the guilt he held for hurting you? “You know I can’t do that. You... You need to feel what you did. You can’t forget it.”
He nodded, his head bowing. “Trust me, I’ll feel it for the rest of my life.”
It was true. He’d felt that pain since you left, settled deep in his stomach and sitting heavy like a stone. After that day, it became more present, that stone sitting heavy on his chest and making it hard to breathe.
But when he saw you on the other side of the door, caught off guard with a smile teasing on your lips, that weight was lifted for a moment, and he finally was able to breathe.
He stared into your eyes, and he knew that if his hands weren’t occupied with holding his few bags, he’d be pulling you into his arms and kissing you like he’d fantasized every night for the past few years. Maybe you’d let him, maybe you’d pull him just as close and melt into him. Or maybe you’d slap him, wrestling out of his hold before cursing him out. He knew he didn’t deserve the former. He knew he deserved the latter.
But a man could hope, right?
Before he knew it, you were rushing away, shoulders hunched and arms wrapped around yourself. That’s all that he could catch before you slipped out the side door. He watched Sam and Sarah share a look before Sarah directed her two young boys to go to their rooms and she followed you out the back door.
“She still can’t look at me,” Bucky spoke before he could stop himself.
Sam let out a huff, leading Bucky inside and taking his bags. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised,” Sam sassed, glancing back at Bucky as he led him back to the guest room. “You know what you did to her.”
Bucky nodded, lips pursed. “I know.”
Sam set Bucky’s admittedly-light bags next to the bed, moving to the doorway when Bucky sat down on the bed. “Just try and keep your distance from her.”
Again, Bucky nodded, staring at his hands in his lap. “Promise.”
As Sam turned to leave, Bucky spoke once more. “Can you tell her I’m sorry?” he rasped, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... It’s not enough, I know that, but I just want her to hear it.”
Sam let out a sigh, incredulously shaking his head before turning back to Bucky and giving him a small smile. “I’ll tell her,” he agreed before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Sam, I truly have no idea how you bought 100 pounds of fireworks,” you grunted, tugging the seran-wrapped box off of the truck bed. “I don’t even know where we’re gonna set these up. Or if I can even get them off the truck.”
“Oh come on, I thought you were a strong woman,” Sam joked, grinning at you before ushering you to the side so he could have a crack at the box. Bracing himself, he wrapped both arms around the box and tugged with all of his might, only for it to budge slightly.
You let out a laugh. “I thought you had some superhero workout regimen you stick to?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s mostly legs. Can’t have a tree without a good trunk.”
As you and Sam continued half-joking-half-bickering, Bucky silently stepped over. The moment your gaze fell on him, you went quiet, watching his every move.
Bucky picked up the box with ease, holding it in his arms and looking at you. “Where do you need it?” he asked.
Your brows knit together for just a split second before you let a small smile crack on your face. “You can just set it down for now,” you spoke with a hint of trepidation.
He nodded, placing the box down in front of you.
“Thank you, James.”
He let himself savor the heat that flooded his cheeks and the flutter in his chest when you finally spoke to him. “Of course,” he spoke finally, clenching his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out for yours.
You two stood there for a moment, tension hanging heavy in the air as your eyes stayed locked on his.
You forgot how blue they were, how they held so much emotion if he let them. There was something in his eyes as he stared, something you thought you could place but were too fearful to hope for.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll come get you when we need it moved,” you breathed out, breaking eye contact to stare down at the box.
His lips pursed for a moment before he let out a hum of agreement and walked away.
“What the hell was that?” Sam scoffed, waving a hand in front of your face. “I thought you were done with him.”
“I am,” you argued, sitting down on the box.
“I think your googly eyes say otherwise.” He seemed upset, and you knew why. You were upset for the same reason.
It wasn't fair that Bucky could just worm his way back into your heart, making you swoon over him despite how much he hurt you.
“Just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Sam let out a sigh, squatting down in front of you so you two were eye-level. “I’m sorry,” he spoke, patting your leg. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “Do you still love him?”
Your heart sunk to your stomach. You’d been asking yourself that question ever since that day, and every time, you’d come up with the same answer, no matter how much you hated it. “I... I think so, yeah.” You sniffled, putting your head in your hands. “God, I’m pathetic, aren’t I?”
“No, you’re not.” Sam grabbed both your hands and held them in his own. “I’m gonna tell you something you might not like.”
You huffed out a small laugh through your nose. “That’s all you do, Sam.”
“Bucky’s hurting too.”
“Hey, just listen.” He waited until your lips were pursed shut before continuing. “I know love when I see it, and I know that Bucky loves you. Truly, no matter how much of an asshole he is.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you and Buck are my friends, and you’re both hurting because of each other. I just want you two to be happy, but I don't want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Just... Think about it, okay?”
You reluctantly nodded. “Okay.”
The event turned out to be much bigger than you’d expected.
As you talked to some of the attendees while helping out with a little bit of everything, you found that people had driven from states away just to get a chance to meet Sam and Bucky. It was crazy to you, seeing the boy you’d grown up with be such an idol in someone else’s eyes.
You tried to stay as low-key as possible during the night, but there were quite a few people who had recognized you from the paparazzi photos. They’d ask about you and Bucky, about why you broke up, and you’d just have to smile and give them some weak explanation about how you two were better as friends.
Everything seemed to die down as the sun set and the photo ops between Sam and Bucky had ended. As soon as you got the chance, you escaped from the crowd to sit at the end of the dock, feet hanging over the edge as you stared out at the water.
Though your eyes didn’t move away from the horizon, you could tell that someone had sat down next to you.
“They really like you,” you spoke.
Bucky shrugged, fiddling with his hands. “I think they really just like Sam,” he argued, stealing a glance at your profile once every few moments.
“Well everyone was asking me about you, so I’d have to argue against that.”
His shoulders slouched slightly. “I’m sorry.”
You shrugged. “I was expecting it. A lot of my kids ask about you too, so I’ve had some practice.”
“I’m a teacher now.”
A smile settled on his face. “That’s good. I bet they love you.”
“They tolerate me,” you teased, a smile cracking on your lips as well.
There was a beat of silence, but the tension that was there earlier no longer sat in the air. After a moment, you turned to face him. The waves that once only fell to his temple now skimmed just below his jawline and a few strands were tucked behind his ear. You were pretty jealous of how good it looked, you had to admit.
“Your hair is longer,” you pointed out. “It’s still wavy.”
“Someone told me once that they liked my hair when it was wavy,” he hummed, looking at you. “I don’t remember who, though.”
“Hmm, I wonder who it was.”
He grinned. “Maybe I’ll remember someday so I can thank them.”
You let out a laugh, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
You don’t know the tears that flowed down your cheeks, the sobs that strangled your throat after just a few moments. Maybe it was because you had finally touched him, felt the heat of his body underneath you. Maybe you were reminded of everything you’d never have.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered when he felt your fingers tightening around his leather jacket, heard the sobs bubbling past your lips. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
You pulled a fist away from his jacket before slamming it down, hitting him in his shoulder. “Why’d you do it?” you cried out, hitting him again and again. “Why the fuck did you do it?”
“You broke me, James. I hate you.”
Those words hit harder than any of the feeble punches you were throwing, knocking the breath from his lungs. He pulled you closer, pressing your face into his clavicle and he rested his chin on your head. “I’m so sorry, doll.”
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” You let out a wail, slumping against him. “Why did you do it? What was wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you. God, you’re... You’re perfect. You’re too perfect for me. I just... I couldn’t let myself have anything good.”
“You’re such a fucking idiot.”
He nodded. “I know.”
“I gave you all of me, and now I have nothing left. I can’t feel anything anymore, James. But I still love you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
He was silent, his eyes closed as he took in your words.
He loved you. He knew he did. Why couldn’t he just say it?
With a sniffle, you wiggled yourself out of his grip and rose to your feet, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Goodbye, James. I hope you’ll be able to heal from all of this,” you spoke with a sense of finality, not even sparing him a glance as you turned on your heel.
Bucky watched as you walked away, your dress blowing in the wind. He remembered that dress.
It wasn’t until you were halfway down the dock for him to finally snap out of his stupor, jumping to his feet. “I remember” he yelled, his hands shaking.
You stopped in your tracks, scrubbing the tears off of your face before you glanced back at him. “What?” you shouted back, waiting for a moment before shaking your head and continuing to walk.
Bucky felt the panic flood his veins as his body worked on autopilot, breaking into a run to try and catch you before it was too late. When he was only a few feet away, he spoke again. “You wore that dress on our first date. At the bar.”
That made you fully freeze, glancing down at the dress that you’d absentmindedly threw on this morning.
“You look just as beautiful in it as you did that night. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that night.”
He stepped over to you, walking around until you two were face-to-face.
“I’m sorry for it all.”
“There’s a lot of things I need to apologize for, and I don’t know where to start. But I’ve been trying to get better, to let myself have people close to me. To let myself love again. You made me want to do that. I was so scared of letting myself love again, letting myself be vulnerable, that I hurt you more than I thought possible. I’m so fucking stupid for doing any of that to you, for letting a woman as amazing as you slip right through my fingers when you were the best thing I’ve ever had. But I didn’t even have you. A-And I guess maybe I had this issue with control, that I was so scared of letting you go on your own, letting you make your own decision to leave me, that I just had to push you away myself so I knew why you left. I just... couldn’t let myself get too close because I might lose control.”
you could hear the quiver in his voice, and though you didn’t dare look at his face, you could tell that he was crying. His voice held that certain husk that you’d heard only once, and it made your heart shatter.
“Why are you telling me this?” you whispered.
“Because I care about you.”
You nodded, looking over at the setting sun on the horizon. “Can I ask you something?”
“Do you think that if we met under normal circumstances, if we weren’t forced into a relationship, we would’ve worked out? Do you think that you... That you’d love me?”
“Oh, doll,” he whispered both of his hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “I love you now. I-I’ve always loved you.”
“When was the last time you told someone that?” There was a hint of annoyance in your voice.
He sucked in a shaky breath. “Probably to my mom. Or to Steve.”
You gulped. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, and I’m sorry that I hurt you so bad.”
His eyes were swimming with tears, but you could tell that his words were honest. You could see the admiration in his eyes, the emotion he’d tried so hard to hide until now. “James-”
“I think I knew that night at the bar that I was in love with you. God, you were just so perfect and beautiful. And you’ve only gotten better.”
You knew he could feel the heat that flooded your cheeks at his words. “I guess I’m finally getting a glimpse of that flirty ladies man I’ve heard so much about.”
“I wanna show you who I am. I... I want to try again. I want to give you the love you deserve. Take you out on dates and kiss you and... I just want to be yours.” There was a moment of silence as he searched your eyes. “But I know that I don’t deserve that chance, and I understand if you won’t give it to me. We can never see each other again. Whatever you want.”
You tugged your lower lip between your teeth in thought, staring into the vast oceans of blue that swirled in his eyes. “I want to start from the beginning,” you spoke finally. “I want to know all of your favorite things. I want to know the real you. And we’ll just see where that takes us.” Your hands moved up, resting on his and linking your fingers together. “How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect, pretty girl.” A smile broke across his face, crinkling the corners of his still-damp eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”
He nodded, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Cross my heart.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can I ask you something?”
“Before we start from scratch, can I get one last kiss?”
You let out a laugh, bumping your nose with his. “Just one.”
“That’s all I need.”
With no hesitation, his lips captured yours, his hands holding you as close as possible as he poured every last emotion into the kiss. His lips and yours still tasted of saline, but it was perfect. It was everything you needed.
You two jumped apart as a boom sounded in the sky, and you both looked up to see fireworks exploding above your heads. “He was definitely timing that,” you joked, looking over at Bucky to watch the colorful lights dance over his face. “These lights sure are flattering on you, James.”
He sighed, turning to face you. “Doll, if you keep calling me James I might just cry again.”
You grinned. “Bucky.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “That’s more like it.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours once more.
“Hey, you said one kiss,” you playfully whined against his lips.
“Yeah, but we were interrupted. Now, let me get my kiss.” He kissed you again before pulling away, staring at your lips. “Okay, one more.” Another kiss. “Hold on, just one more.” Another kiss. “One last kiss.” Another kiss. “I lied. One more.” His lips melted against yours as you melted into him, hands gripping at his biceps. “Hmm, maybe one more.”
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Y/n: Baby, are you okay? You seem a bit off today.
Bucky: It's just a bad day, doll. I'm tormented by memories. That's all.
Y/n: Mmh, do you want to talk about it?
Bucky: Not really.
Y/n: Totally okay, I respect that.
Bucky: Thank you.
Y/n: What about some food? Are you hungry?
Bucky: No, doll.
Y/n: *slowly caressing his cheek* What about cuddles?
Bucky: That sounds great. *pulling you on his lap and hugging you*
Y/n: I'm sorry, I wish I could do something to help you. *caressing the back of his head*
Bucky: You already are, doll. *looking at you with a tiny smile*
Y/n: Woah, was that a smile, Sargent Barnes?
Bucky: Maybe. *smiling again while pressing his lips on yours*
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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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Bail Me Out
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader / Peter Parker x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 2.6K
Summary: You and Peter get into trouble in the middle of the night and there’s only one person in the world that can come to your rescue.
Warnings: Swearing, self destructive behaviour, arguments and a bit of angst.
A/N: Dividers by the amazingly talented @firefly-graphics
This night had been doomed from the start, before your plan had even fully formed. It was going south.
It was predetermined from the moment you decided to steal a set of Tony’s keys from the garage. Or when you were speeding down the highway cruising towards the city until the compound became invisible in the rearview.
Or when you’d thrown rocks at Peter’s window, waved an unopened bottle of tequila and begged him to go for a drive. Or when you’d both abandoned the expensive sports car, along with your clothes by the beach and sprinted off into the sea.
Yes tonight had truly been doomed.
You felt lucky that the officers who’d picked you up were generous enough to re-dress. You’d seen the movies, the thought of being wrapped up in one of those tin foil blankets sent chills down your spine.
After all, how would it look if Tony Stark’s top scientists were caught by the press being hauled off to jail stark naked?
On the flip side, you didn’t feel so lucky about being locked up in an overnight cell with the early hours of a wednesday morning. Trapped in a flurry of uniformed steel bars with all the other creatures of the night.
You were surrounded, stuck in that tiny cell for what felt like an eternity. Despite the fogginess in your brain from all the alcohol you’d consumed, the reality of this situation dawned on you.
You’d fucked up big time.
You were filled with utter dread as you listed the growing list of consequences in your mind. You were already in such deep shit with the team, this was only going to make things worse.
Worst of all you’d dragged Peter into your self destruction. He was just being a good friend, trying his best to distract you from reality.
You sighed defeatedly, each breath released a new wave of intoxication that made the room spin. You rested your head on Peter’s slumped shoulder to ground yourself, his head on yours.
Little droplets of ice cold water fell from his hair onto your shoulder and down your bare arms. An unyielding chill overtook your body, you tried to stop your teeth chattering but it was near impossible. The dampness of your skin, the frosty air conditioning and cool steel bench chilled you to the bone.
You closed your eyes for a moment, drunken sleep threatening to pull you under.
“Parker, Y/L/N! Phone’s free.” An officer barked at you from the other side of the bars. You were startled back to consciousness, jumping away from Peter’s fear stricken body. You both shared a wide eyed, terror filled stare.
Peter stuttered and stumbled to his feet, pulling you up from the seat. “We… We can’t call anyone we know, May and Happy would have us hung.”
You nodded fervently in agreement, “Tony would bench me permanently.”
“MJ and Ned don’t have cars.”
“We just can’t call anyone, Pete. We’re just going to have to wait it out till morning.” You decided, sitting back down on the steely glacier.
“Well…” Peter trailed off, staring down at you hopefully, a grimace etched into your face. The words hadn’t even left his mouth but you knew what he was thinking.
“But he’s our best best!” He practically cried, he dropped down in front of you so that you were eye level. “He won’t say anything. He’d have the car picked up and he’d never leave you sitting in a cell all night, even if you guys aren’t talking.”
“I can’t call him.”
“But isn’t this what you wanted all along?”
You looked at him confused, tilting your head to the side. “Well he’s shut you out for weeks, so you’ve been acting out and doing reckless things until he comes to save you.” He muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
You felt your eyes well up with tears as you averted your gaze over Peter’s head. He was right of course, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.
Tony had sidelined you from your work after a weapon’s experiment went wrong. Turns out playing around with biological weapons and temperamental nanotech could go very wrong. You’d accidentally put the lives of everyone in the compound in danger. Yours included.
You hadn’t spoken to Bucky since that day three weeks ago. In that time you’d spiraled out of control waiting for him to reappear in your life.
You could still feel the way his eyes burned into you with panicked fury. He’d almost lost you.
Bucky had always been a man of few words, but he’d been so furious and so scared. He couldn’t hold back the tsunami of berating. The last thing you’d heard was him calling you immature because storming off to his bedroom. It’d sent you on a warpath, he thought you were childish, you’d show him. Well you’d definitely succeeded on that front.
Your head fell into your hands, groaning loudly. “Give me a quarter.” You muttered defeatedly.
Bucky hadn’t left his bedroom in three weeks, he’d become a total recluse. Unable to stomach more than a shower after the way he’d spoken to you after the incident. Sam had been kind enough to bring him his meals and whisperings of your most recent activities.
He wanted to intervene, to shake some sense into you. To lock you up with him, in his bedroom and show you how much you’d scared him. It terrified him knowing he could have anything to save you had your experiment now been contained and destroyed by Wanda. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing you.
A sharp ringing sound pierced through the sleepy fog, it grew louder and louder drawing him back to consciousness. It punctured through his mind painfully, until he was forced to wake up.
He reached out, hand slapping against his phone, hoping the incessant caller would go away. But it wouldn’t stop.
The screen light seared his bleary eyes, he just about made out the word ‘unknown.’ The anonymity of this three am caller piqued his interest. It just just seemed too suspicious.
“Hmm…” He grunted into the phone.
“A collect call from Queens Police Department, will you accept the charges for this call?” An automated voice boomed through the phone’s speaker.
“Huh?” Bucky grumbled, his hand rubbing over his eyes. Nothing was making sense, his sleepy mind working on a five second delay as he tried to catch up.
“Yeah I will.” There was a long, harsh beep as the call connected. And then, complete silence. Dead air deafened him as he waited for the caller to say something.
“Buck?” You whispered into the phone. humiliation ate at your stomach as you rocked from one foot to the other.
Hearing your voice was the wake up call he hadn’t truly expected. An alarm bell rang in his ears, his heart thudded as his chest tightened. “Why are you calling me from a police station at 3am?” He snapped loudly, fear trickled into his voice unwillingly.
“Because I’m in a police station at 3am...” You smirked, rolling your eyes.
He didn’t need to see your face to see the face you were pulling. He let out a humoured breath, “no shit baby.”
“Ask a silly question-” You shot back at him, but he cut you off.
“Get a silly answer, I know.” He muttered.
“Look I wouldn’t be calling… but I didn’t have a choice. I can’t call anyone else.”
You lent your head against the cool yellow tiles that decorated the police station. It was the kind of drab yellow that could only make people feel depressed after looking at it for too long. “Could you please just come and get us.”
Bucky’s resolve hardened, his jaw tightening angrily. “Us?” He spat.
“Yeah Peter and I got picked up by the cops…” You winced.
“You gotta be shitting me.” He growled.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, you were always getting into trouble with that little punk. He enabled you, encouraged your wacky ideas and often ended up causing endless nightmares for the rest of the team.
“I know, I know. We’re bad influences on one another.” You pleaded, beating him to his usual argument. “Please James, I need you.” You begged quietly into the speaker of the plastic phone.
Despite himself, your honesty melted his cold heart. He’d do anything for you, even if he was royally pissed off with you. “I’ll be there shortly.”
You watched the hallway, waiting for the guard to call for you. It was agonizing, your eyes flickering from the hall to the broken clock on the wall. Every sound, every movement made you twitch with anxiety.
It was the longest wait of your life. Worst of all, you weren’t sure you were ready to face him.
“Parker, Y/N/L! You’re free to go.”
Blood rushed to your ears, you felt woozy as you stood up and trudged towards the front desk. Peter followed you timidly, unable to look up from the ground as you came face to face with your saviour.
He swerved around Bucky’s tall, hulking frame. Embarrassment tinged his cheeks as he collected both of your belongings from the front desk.
Your eyes trailed up from his chest painfully slowly until you met his eyes. His muscular arms crossed tightly over his broad chest. He looked furious, heat radiated from his body.
You wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms but his burning stare stopped you. Instead, you dropped your head dejectedly, mumbling a barely audible thank you as you moved around him.
The three of you were completely silent as you made your way to the car. And no words were exchanged in the car as Bucky sped in the direction of Peter’s apartment building.
The tension between the two of you was stifling, almost painful. Every so often Bucky’s eyes flickered up from the road to the rearview mirror, checking that you were still in the car. You kept your head pressed against the window, eyes focused on the world outside as it melted by.
He pulled up to the dingy building with a screeching stop. Smoke billowed around the car, the scent of burning rubber flooded your nose.
Peter stumbled out of the car and muttered a feeble thank you to Bucky. He was met with a severe look, eyes burning into him. The colour in Peter’s face drained entirely and he scrambled back from the car towards his building. He sent a shaky wave in your direction before disappearing entirely.
Bucky waited, his left hand wrapped tightly around the leather steering wheel, the metal cogs whirring steadily. His right hand was wedged between the gap in the window and the car bonnet, his flesh fingers tapped steadily against the shiny metal.
You fidgeted in your seat uncomfortably, the tapping sound of his fingers drummed loudly in your brain. His eyes met yours in the mirror, narrowing slightly.
“Am I your chauffeur as well as your bail out guy? He challenged.
You sighed despondently, climbing through the gap in the seats, dropping into the passenger seat. “I’ll pay you back for the bail.” You muttered, turning your body away from him.
“Baby, that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.” His voice softened, reaching over he placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it gently.
Fresh tears welled in your eyes but you fought against them desperately. You sniffed quietly, placing your ice cold hand over his. “Thank you.”
Just as everything felt like it was beginning to mend, your cold hand was a fresh reminder of everything that had happened. He recoiled instantly, leaving your body without warmth once again.
“I can’t believe you got arrested tonight.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “That was really fucking stupid and with the spiderkid of all people.”
“He’s the only person on the team that hasn’t shut me out completely or isn’t treating me like a child.” You replied harshly.
He didn’t respond, staring over the dashboard out into the early morning as he processed your words.
“Are you jealous of Peter?” You asked, you couldn’t hide the humour in your voice.
“What? Course not!” He hollered. “It’s just we’re a team, you and me, you should be doing this sort of shit with me.”
It was the words you’d so desperately wanted to hear him say, but he’d hurt you as much as you’d hurt him. “James… You screamed at me and then went MIA for weeks.” Your voice broke harshly as the lump formed in your throat. “Sam won’t speak to me, I didn’t even know if you were still alive.”
“You couldn have come to my room. You knew where I was.” He dismissed you.
“That works both ways.” You shot back. “I was terrified, I nearly killed people. The guilt has eaten me alive and you disappeared. You cried, “I needed you by my side. You say we’re a team but you left your partner in the dust to pick up the pieces while you sulked.”
Your words hit harshly, he’d been so deeply invested in his feelings that he hadn’t thought of you and what you’d been going through.
You needed him.
Fresh hot tears rolled down your cheeks. This had been the longest night of your life and you were craving your bed now. You threw your hands up desolately and Bucky caught your arm, wrapping his fingers around your wrist.
You looked from your arm to his face. “M sorry.” He mumbled, his oceanic eyes glistened in the dusky sky.
You parted your lips, but your words failed you, he’d thrown a curveball your way. Vulnerability wasn’t his strong suit and you knew apologies didn’t come easy. You fell back in the seat, lacing your fingers with Bucky’s.
Silence fell over the two of you. The only sound filling the car was the quiet droll of the radio, hot air blew out of the radiator. Outside, the early morning sun had begun to peak through the dissipating clouds.
It really had been a long night.
Silently, Bucky tugged at your hand, signalling you over to him. You smiled down at your lap as he pulled your body over the seat into his lap.
He placed your legs either side of his, his hands gripping your bare thighs. Your fingers ghosted over his, trailing up the sleeves of his red henley and across his chest.
Your fingertips ran along the metal chain of his dog tags. Slowly you traced the engraved name of the metal plate, over and over again methodically.
He smiled to himself, brushing his nose against yours tenderly. You only played with his tags when he made you nervous. Just as he liked to play with the hem of your shirt for the exact same reason.
You and he were cut from the same cloth, damaged by your lives before the Avengers saved you.
Your hands settled on the base of his neck, finally meeting his eyes with a bashful smile. You kissed his lips carefully.
“We’re a team.” He affirmed, placing another kiss to your plump lips. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel like we were. I got so scared I was gonna lose you and I reacted terribly.”
“Well.. I’ve been a bit stupid too.” You giggled softly.
He rested his forehead against yours, chuckling smoothly. “Just promise me next time you feel like releasing a deadly virus or getting arrested, let me be by your side.”
You grinned at him, mulling over his words. “Deal.” You couldn’t help but connect your lips. It was a moment of pure relief, of oxygen returning to your lungs as his soft plump lips moved against yours.
“I’m taking you home.” He growled against your mouth, silently promising to never let go of you again. He put the car in drive and sped off in the direction of the compound, no indication that he was going to let you move from his lap.
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Record Shop Funk - Pt. 4 - R U Mine?
A.N. : Hey guys, i'm so incredibly happy that you love this new series so much, love ya <3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)
Warnings: sex, double penetration, toys, heartbreak, cheating, audioporn,
Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..
Read the third part here:
Pt. 3 - Coffee and cigarettes
Pt. 2 - Let's pretend
Pt.1 - Like real people do
It was Steve's birthday this weekend and Bucky tried to convince you to come, as "it would be the greatest gift ever" that you somehow forgave him. Looking back to the past months, there really wasn't anything you needed to forgive him for. All he did was confess in his weird way that he and Bucky got feelings for you. Of course ever since then you know Bucky's side.. Listening and dancing to music in the shop soon enough turned into well... spending your breaks in the back, having sex anywhere you could. In the shop, in bar's bathrooms, behind bars, in alleys, all around your apartment. Really anywhere you wanted to.. and hell you did, you couldn't get enough of the other. You needed to touch any given moment, as if your life depended on it.
-So did you tell Steve?
-Tell what doll?
You pointed a finger between him and you. - Us?
-No i didn't i thought we'll tell when the time is right.
You felt a little pang in your chest. Sure you never exactly said what are you two, but somewhere deep inside you had hoped he told his bestfriend about you. You didn't want to be a little secret. Gathering a small but fake smile, you said - okay, i'll go.
Then Saturday came, Bucky said he had something to do before the party so you two can just meet at the bar. Now you had all afternoon to do anything you wanted. Then you got the first notification since forever. Steve uploaded an audio. Your finger hovered above it a little bit, before sighing and tapping. You put your airpods in, and closed your eyes, listening to the man you deep down missed as crazy.
*in the audio*
Hey honey, i'm really sorry to disappear on you, i fucked up something good real bad, and didn't have the same enthusiasm as i did before. But now i am here, and i have a little helper to get you reach the heights you missed so much. Baby, come say hi...
it's a pleasure to meet you doll...
Your eyes shoot open, you cover your mouth with your hand not believing what you just heard. You are 100% sure that it was Bucky's voice. You felt your heart break. Sure you never said you were exclusive, hell you never even said that you are going out, so basically you didn't even had the right to feel jealous about it, but you did. You couldn't help but feel heartbroken over Bucky getting all hot and heavy with Steve.. That's it. you thought and decided to wear the new dress you got, and thought to wear on your 3 month anniversary... (funny huh? you were keeping it in mind, thinking it meant something).. When you entered the bar, you fell all eyes on you, the men's full of lust and the women's well.. full of hate, some with lust. The new dress worked just as you thought. You were wearing red high heels, with a red, bodycon dress, with spagetthi straps, your hair was in a messy bun, near the back of your neck, showing off your neck, you had put on light makeup, just foundation, mascara, and a wine red lipstick. You put on your favourite perfume Daisy by Marc Jacobs. You were out to kill.
When Steve saw you his eyes lit up, you were carrying a present bag, and smiled warmly at him, ignoring the look on Bucky's face as he looked you up and down (you already knew his dick will be twitching just at the sight of you) and then how his jaw clenched as you sat beside Steve.
-Hey Stevie. - you hugged him, and he hugged you back, so thightly you thought your back will break.
-Hey peach. Listen I.... - you didn't let him finish, you put the gifbag in his hands.
-Happy birthday, i knew you always wanted one of these so..
His eyes were sparkling as he looked at you in disbelief. It was a vinly of led zeppelin. It was his favourite band, and this was exactly his favourite album. He got up, and picked you up, spinning you around in the air.
-Thank you so much sweetheart. I don't even know what to say... i thought you..
-No Steve, theres nothing to apologize for, and there's nothing for me to hate you for. We're good. - you said one hand cupping his face, while you gave a little kiss to his cheek. Then smiled and headed to the bar - Next round's on me. -as you swayed your hips, making them shift in their seats uncomfortably.
You didn't come back for 15 minutes and they started to worry. Then when their eyes found you the bartender was flirting with you, and you were giggling around, practically already having him wrapped around you finger, as well as the two guys next to you. After taking a tequila shot with them, you took the three whiskeys, and headed back to the booth Bucky and Steve where in. You put a drink before each of them, as they were watching you wordlessly.
-Doll, what was that?
-What was what Bucky?
-Why were you flirting with them?
-Are you jealous my sweet little tiger? - you said as you run a finger along his jaw. You were getting drunk and well you were getting petty, not being able to hide the hurt he caused you just this afternoon.
-Did you two have fun this afternoon? It was a fun little record Stevie.
Bucky's jaw clenched, Steve nearly choked on his whiskey.
-Wh-what? Did you? - He asked visibly uncomfortable.
-Oh yea i did. Glad you could get moans out of him i couldnt.
With that you headed to the bar, back to the bartender, where you remained for a good hour, listening to his pathetic flirting, taking all the drinks he decided to give you for free. You were way too drunk, and all the men that gathered around you noticed. It suddenly became a silent competition, and the winner gets to take you home.
Steve and Bucky wanted to leave so they searched for you.. Only to hear the drunken conversation you had with the man next to you.
-Oh Petey, Petey... you wouldn't do that to me would you? - as you had one hand on his chest and one caressing his cheek - Breaking my fragile little heart like that, fucking your best friend after fucking me stupid everyday for months... You wouldn't cheat on me would you...
You were about to kiss him when a strong arm yanked you out of his hold.
-What the fuck are you doing (y/n)? - asked Bucky, anger visibly in his eyes.
-Let go of me, Buck. I don't want to be your worthless hook-up anymore, that you can throw away whenever to be with Steve.
-Hook-up? What the fuck are you talking about? Doll...
-Don't you doll me... You know how i felt, you know i never wanted to be just a hook-up, you know i thought that either of you would really want me.. and then you went and did just what i was afraid of. so don't you fckin doll me Bucky... - you ripped your wrist out of his hold, and run out the door. You didn't wanted to stay, and you didn't wanted to go home either. It was hard finding a place where you didn't had memories of being with Bucky, so you decided to just roam the streets until you found the strenght to go home.
You left your phone at the bar so whoever tried to reach you had to find you, which of course noone managed.
You thought they just didn't wanted to find you. It was around 11 am when you got home, sober finally. Sadly you weren't drunk enough to forget the events of last night. When you opened the door, you saw Bucky and Steve anxiously pacing around the living room. You didn't as much as glance at them, taking a waterbottle, and heading towards the bathroom.
You heard the door open, but you couldn't care less.. If it was Steve he'll have a good day, finally seeing you naked, if it was Bucky, it wasn't anything he didn't already see yet.
-Doll... will you please listen to me? - asked Bucky.
-No. I don't wanna hear lies about how much you wanted me, how important i was, when i wasnt.
-I never lied to you.
-You know.. i know we never said we'd be exclusive, you never even asked me to go out with you, so technically you didn't even cheat on me, yet i feel just as betrayed. I saw how you looked at him, and him at you.. I was stupid to ever think that i will be able to surpass that..
-Doll just listen to me. I know you hate me now, but you need to know how much i love you. I really do. I can't deny that i love him, i had since the 40's, but i love you just as much, and i don't wanna lose either of you.
-So you're asking me to share... thats just great. - you laughed while stepping out of the shower, Bucky's jaw hit the floor everytime he had seen you naked, this wasn't an exception. You put a towel around yourself, another went on your hair, as you left the bathroom, heading for the livingroom where Steve sat, quickly standing as he heard you aproach.
-So let me just test something, dear James, you wouldn't wanna punch a hole in the wall or throw stuff at me, if i do this? - you asked as you grabbed the collears of Steve's shirt, yanking him towards you, chrashing your lips on his. He was surprised at first, then his hands fly to your waist.
Bucky tried to hide his erection under his palms as he stood there watching you and Steve kiss for the first time. When you let Steve go, you looked at Bucky. He was next to you with two long steps, taking a handful of your hair, guiding your head and kissing you harshly, all teeth and bites. While you lost in Bucky's kiss, Steve watched as the flimsy towels fell to the ground, revealing a very naked you. Bucky felt it, and he smiled into the kiss, slowly pushing yourself backwards, until you hit something warm and hard. You were sandwiched between them. Four hands roaming around you, as Steve's lips were leaving little marks on your neck, and shoulders, and Bucky's were still hungrily biting at yours. You were angry, you desperately tried to hold back a moan from all these sensations. When Bucky's cold metal fingers gathered some slick from your aching entrance, you couldn't hold back anymore. You threw back your head, moaning sinfully as ever. It was the prettiest sound Steve have ever heard. With the gathered slick Bucky rubbed circles around your clit, while Steve massaged your breasts, occasionally twisting and pinching one of your nipples. It was almost too much.
-Are you still angry, or are you gonna be a good girl for us?
-Oh i'm fuming. - You said between breaths.
You suddenly felt a sting on your butt, then immediately after a shooting caress.
-Guess we'll have to tease that out of you then.. brat..
You clenched around nothing at the sound of your new pet name. You became so wet, it glistened on your thighs.
-Oh Stevie.. look at her.. so angry, yet already soaking her thighs for us..
-I bet she tastes sweeter than how she behaves.. - said Steve, while teasing your etrance, dipping in a finger a few times. You whimpered when he removed his finger, only to have him showe it to your mouth..
-Tell me how you taste princess.. - he said, as you eagerly sucked on his finger, eyes not leaving Bucky's. -I won't tell.... go taste yourself... - you said between moans as Bucky continued to attack you.
Another slap on your butt, and you knew there probably will be red handprints, but as the pain turned to pleasure you couldn't care less.
- What do you think Buck... should we edge her until she begs, or should we make her cum so many times she pass out?
-Hmm... I'd say the latter... She needs to learn not to be a brat, the same time she needs to know how much she means to us...
Steve then smirked, and threw you over his shoulder, giving a few slaps on your butt.
-This red looks good on your ass peach.. -you couldn't help but blush, and bite back a moan as he inserted a finger in to you, pumping a few times, keeping you on the edge before throwing you on Bucky's bed. You laid there with Steve between your legs, hot breath fanning over your aching cunt as Bucky kissed you softly. YOu moaned into his mouth as Steve started to lick you. Hungrily as if you were his last meal. Soon inserting a finger, then two, fucking into you, curving just the right way to find that sweet spot. Your back arched off of the bed, while Bucky had a firm hand around your neck, kissing you still. Then your orgasm hit you. Your legs closed, keeping Steve between them, his strong hands now keeping them apart, as he continued licking mercilessly. There was a slap on your tit, as Bucky undid his belt with one hand.
-No moving princess. For every move like that we're adding another orgasm to the list.. or do you want me to tie you up?
-She clenched on my fingers... tying up it is then. - Said Steve and you let out a moan. You didn't know what got into you, but this, with them.. it just felt right. All your anger vanishing with your orgasm.
While Bucky tied your hands together then to the bed, Steve pulled another orgasm of you, your release all over his face.
-Here, use this while we tie her perfect legs as well. - said Bucky, as he gave a hitachi wand to Steve, which he took from him with a smirk. He put it on your clit, as he was helding a leg while Bucky tied them to the sides of the bed, as you laid there, all for them.
-I don't know Buck, something is missing... What do you say we make this sweet torture even sweeter and highten her senses?
-You know it bud.. - then he took a blindfold from the desk, and blindfolded you, before kissing you passionately.
They stepped away for a bit, mentally taking pictures of you all laid out before them.. Then Bucky lowered himself between your legs, wanting a taste, while Steve kissed you passionately, massaging your breasts..
-Will you be a good girl and take care of Steve? - You clenched around his fingers, and nodded.
-I didn't hear you princess..
-Yes, please, let me take care of you.. - you said whimpering under their touch. YOu heard Steve's pants fall to the floor, then you felt his velvety sof tip on your lips, as well as a bit of pre-cum he already head. You stuck your tongue out, slowly swiping over the head of his cock, then licked along his shaft, trying to somehow measure him, jsut to see what you're dealing with. Then there was a bite on your inner thigh, near your pussy.
-No teasing for you peach... as you slowly took all of Steve in your mouth, nearly gagging as he reached the back of your throat, slowly starting to bob your head. His hand soon finding it's place in your hair, guiding you along his shaft.
Bucky, slowly lined himself up at your etrance, slowly easing into you, while rubbing circles on your aching nub. Your moan sent vibrations all over Steve's cock, as it twitched in your mouth.
-God peach, your mouth feels like heaven.. - as he continued fucking into your mouth. As Bucky was roughly pounding into you, while keeping the wand on your clit, occasionally leaning to kiss your neck, or play wiht your nipples. Soon enough your third orgasm washed over you, clenching down on Bucky's cock, trying to milk it.
-Gosh doll, so thight, i can barely move.. You feelin' good huh? We're not nearly done with you... - as you whimpered and trembled as you were getting down your high..
-Come Steve feel this heavenly pussy... - then they switched... Steve was more gentle but he too found all your sweet spots, relentlessly pushing on them. At this point you couldn't even say a sentence, you were only capable of moaning their names..
You continued to lick Bucky's cock clean after your orgasm, as Steve pounded into you, hands grabbing your hips and thighs so hard, that you were sure it will bruise, but you couldn't care less. When your next orgasm washed through you, they stepped away, letting you breath for a bit. You heard them whispering among themselves, them rummaging through a drawer.
You flinched when you felt a pair of lips on yours, quickly easing into it, biting on his lower lips.
-Well princess, what do you say, do you want us both to make you full? - asked Bucky in a low voice.
-Yes please what baby? - asked Steve.
-Please make me full, fill me to the brim.
-We're gonna train you bit then..
Then they untied your legs,turning you around, but instead of the pillows, you found yourself on top of Steve, straddling him, with hands still tied above your head. You felt something cold at your etrance but it wasn't Bucky's metal digits. It was something metal nonetheless. You figured out what it was after a few pumps into your pussy, while Bucky licked a few on your back hole, making it wet, while he gathered enough slick to the plug from your sweet pussy. Then he slowly, inserted it leaving it for a min before slowly pushing and pulling. Your back arched, which ended up with your nipple in Steves mouth as he rubbed your clit to keep you on edge.. Then he slowly lowered you on his cock. You felt full already, not knowing how you'll deal with both of them splitting you open. As Steve fucked into you from under, Bucky turned on the vibrator part of the plug, then gave a few slaps on your butt, earning sinful moans.
-She's close... milking me so hard i can barely push inside again.. god.. such a good girl, taking my cock...
-Turn her around, let me see.. - said Bucky, while he removed the plug.
After they turned you around, Steve slowly entering for the back, making you try to close your legs, Steve grabbed them, holding them apart, as you laid on him, all laid out for Bucky to see, with Steve's dick in your ass. Bucky never thought he'd get to see this, let alone hear you beg for this... He then slowly entered you, he was more gently this time. You were so full, already clenching around them, biting on your lip trying to hold back the moans.
-Fuck, i wanna see you cum..- said Bucky as he removed the blindfold, eyes then never leaving yours, as he increased his pace.
As your fourth orgasm hit you, you threw your head back to Steve's shoulder, who was still gripping your thighs, holding them apart, arching your back, while Bucky caressed your body with love. Steve gave a kiss on your temple. They were fucking into you, mercilessly ripping you open, yet in these little touches you could feel the love. Maybe you imagined it, but you wished it was there. As you got down from your high, you heard a chuckle from Bucky.
-Well well princess... four and we're didn't even cum yet... give us one more..
-I... i..... can't... it's... it's too... too much... - you said between whimpers.
He leaned in close, and whispering on your lips - i know you have a few more in there - before kissing you passionately..
He took the wand and pushed it to your overstimulated clit, you started to thrash on Steve, trying to get away from the sensation, but he held you in place.. They continued and soon enough your fifth orgasm came, just in time with theirs. They fucked you through their (and yours) high, before stilling, but not pulling out, as if to make sure you had even the very the last drop of cum they had to offer. Your body limped on Steve. He chuckled while untying your hands, kissing your red, bruised wrists with such love, a tear escaped your eye. Bucky then came back with a damp towel to clean you and Steve up a bit, while you heard the shower running.
- Come baby, let's get you cleaned up.
-Noo i wanna sleep. - you said as you snuggled further into Steve, and he put his arms around you.
-You can't sleep this stinky doll, at least let Steve carry you there.
-But will you come with me? - you looked at him under heavy eyelids.
He just smirked, then followed Steve as he carried you to the shower. You were glad you had a shower this huge. They both fit in beside you. You whimpered as they cleaned you, you were so so sensitive.. When they were done, he put a towel on you to dry you off. You somehow managed to get both of them to sleep with you on your bed. You were laying between them, snuggling to each of them.. Bucky chuckled again, while caressing your face and giving a kiss on the tip of your nose.
- not so angry anymore huh?
-mmmmmh... - was all you managed to get out before hiding your face on the crook of his neck.
That's how you fell asleep, arm on the waist and chest of Bucky, head in the crook of his neck, while Steve spooned you from behind, hand on your waist, pulling you close...
You woke up, feeling sore, and really sweaty.. Then you saw why everything was so hot, you were sandwiched between two very naked, very godlike bodies. When you sat up, to leave, two hands reached for you, yanking yo back between them..
-Don't you dare leave.. - said Bucky with his raspy morning voice as he and Steve held you thighter.
-But i need to pee... - you giggled..
-Pee on me, but you're not leaving us ever again..
-Geez, i'll just go pee and make coffee, i'm not leaving the house..
-Okay okay, but come back after...
You gave him and Steve a quick kiss, then you ran to the bathroom. You had hickeys, and bites all over, as a sweet reminder of yesterday. You then made coffee, and brought one-one for the men in you bed too.
Slowly sipping it, smoking on your balcony, they came out too, Steve picking you up, and putting you in his lap, so you all fit on the small balcony. His hands draw lazy circles on your thighs, as you all sipped your morning coffee..
-So doll... we were thinking...
-Oh god, when did that ever go well...
-Shhh... so we were thinking, would you want to... maybe.. go out with us?
Your heart stopped for a bit, anxiously waiting for them to laugh and say this was a joke..
-You're not kidding right?
-Jesus baby why would we...
-I.. i thought... i ...
-Baby.. we want you, we have loved you from the very start, and continue to fall in love with you deeper and deeper ever since.. We made stupid mistakes, and god knows, we all have a lot to learn... but we want you. be ours.. not for a week, not for a month.. forever.. I don't wanna go to jail for murdering the bartender flirting with you again..
You giggled as you placed a kiss on Steve's cheek, earning a happy smile from him.
- sure sure.. but i don't know you might have to convince me a little further...
They looked at eachother with devilish smirks, and you giggled while Bucky threw you over his shoulder this time, spanking your butt along the way...
-Okay okay.. i will... i will be your girlfriend... - you said as he dropped you on his bed, tickling you..
-Oh look baby.. where did your clothes go? - he asked then you realized you were naked again... with two very naked men on each side of you...
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The Sergeant's Heart - Masterlist (unfinished)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
Summary: You joined the 107th Regiment as a medic to both serve your country and make sure that your younger brother always has someone watching his back. But then the worst thing imaginable happens and it feels like your whole world has fallen apart. Enter the charming new Sergeant Bucky Barnes, who seems to be keen on learning the ins and outs of war from you (which catches you off guard seeing that you’ve never been the object of anyone’s affection). It turns out that he can’t seem to stay away, and you don’t really want him to. But war is ugly, and a secret organization called HYDRA has plans in place that no one could have ever seen coming. It’s up to the both of you - and a few other friends - to work towards stopping them.
Word Count: TBD
Series warnings: Violence, death, mentions of blood and war-related injuries, medical procedures, assault, body image issues, mentions of torture, angst, fluff
Note: This series is probably going to be riddled with historical inaccuracies. 😅 I truly tried my best and googled A LOT but at the end of the day I wanted to focus more on the story instead of boggling myself down trying to get every last detail correct. I hope it doesn’t take you out of the story too much. 💕 This story takes place within the timeline of Captain America the First Avenger. New chapters will be linked below!
CHAPTER 1 - coming 9/23
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SAME PROMISES, DIFFERENT PERSON ( ALTERNATIVE ENDING )
Summary: Bucky has always been a man of his words. Just not to you or so you thought.
Author’s note: Alternative ending for all you heartbroken hoes. Reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated so please do leave comments.
DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE OR DO ANY OF THAT CHEAP SHIT.
Pairings: Bucky x reader(any race)
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: angst, ANGST, ANGST, fluff in the end
“ We could either get out here or you could get drunk and give him the speech of his life and make a dramatic exit.” That makes you laugh for the first time since you arrived at the wedding location. It felt weird hearing the sound of laughter coming out of your mouth, especially considering where you were and you could see that Sarah was genuinely happy to hear you laugh. She looked a bit surprised too but, you ignored that.
“ As much as I am tempted to do both, especially the latter, I think I’ll pass. I read in this blog run by a divorced lady that this can be a way to get closure.” Sarah looks at you with the same emotion you’ve seen in her eyes ever since he broke up with you for your best friend. Pity and worry. As much as you appreciated Sarah, you did not want to be looked at like that. It only further reminded you of why she worried so much. So, you look away and admire the beautifully decorated place. They really did put a lot of thought into the wedding. There were lilies adorning the place and everything about the whole place looked like something out of a fairytale just like how Bucky wanted his wedding to be and now when you think about it maybe he was talking to you about the wedding he wanted with Leila but you were so stupidly in love with him to notice that and thought it was about the two of you. Maybe he had been thinking about how his wedding would be with Leila while he was with you.
“ You don't owe them anything, (Y/N).” Sarah says rubbing your shoulder comfortably as the both of you sit on your cushioned chairs, waiting for the ceremony to begin. She was right, you did not owe them anything and you knew it. But you were doing this for yourself. Seeing him for the last time and accepting the truth would finally help you to move on with your life. It was about time to have your life back in your own hands.
You thought you were doing well after the grand break up. You had a job that kept you occupied most of the time and most importantly you had Sarah and Sam. Each night you cried, or felt down they were always there for you doing anything they could to make sure you were doing well. Or as well as you could be doing for someone who was dumped by her boyfriend of 5 years for her best friend. Even though that painful throb in your heart was still persistent every time you came across a picture of the happy couple having the time of their lives, you started feeling hopeful again that maybe you can have a future without him.
But constant peace had not been something that was a part of your life for a long time.
You were finally back to the house which you and Sarah shared now after an exhausting day of work. The only thing on your mind was to get into some comfortable clothes and sleep through the weekend. Or maybe even watch that one movie Sam wanted to watch. Caught up in your head you did not notice the guests as you walked over to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water, until Sarah had called out your name and there they were, the oh so lovely couple sitting on the couch giving you cautious smiles. But all you could focus on was how they looked picture perfect together, Bucky’s arm around her shoulder and his other hand holding her’s on his lap and they fit together so perfectly. Not even a year ago it was your hand holding his, your legs draped on his lap, your fingers raking through his soft locks as he whispered how would do anything to stay like this forever.
You were finally finding the lost broken pieces of your shattered heart and you would not let them ruin your healing process. And the reason for their visit did not ruin your healing process. It ruined you even more than before, your heart crumbled and broke into even more pieces, a sick painful throb made its way to your chest and even more pieces of your heart were lost and you knew you by the agony you were feeling that they would remain lost.
They were there to invite you to their wedding. That word left you stunned in the worst way possible. A bloody wedding. It hadn't even been a year since yours and Bucky’s separation or since he and Leila had started dating. That's when your eyes fell on the lovely diamond ring resting on her finger twinkling under the rays of sunshine pouring in through the window. You didn't even know that they had gotten engaged. No matter how much the whole situation was affecting you, you put on your unbothered facade and congratulated them and kept conversing. Sarah saw right through you and kept sending you glances that conveyed how proud she was of you for staying strong in front of them.
Bucky and Leila wanted to invite you to their wedding in person because apparently you’re a very important person in their lives. They sure did have a lot of funny ways of showing it . Like, when Bucky confessed his undying love for your best friend a few days after your five year anniversary and said how it had been her all and how she was the one for him. Or when, Leila decided to set you up with one of his friends to go on a double date with her and Bucky not even a week after he left you. You hated how they were acting like you were not affected by the break up. It was like you and Bucky didn't even share a past. Like it was Leila instead of you who had been in a 5 year relationship with him.
“ The ceremony is about to start.” Sarah said, nudging you with her elbow to snap you out of your dreadful reminiscing. Taking a deep breath and giving her a small nod, you looked up at the bright blue sky trying to calm yourself down.
“ I’m here.” Sam says as he took a seat beside you and the boys took seats beside their mother after giving you “hey (Y/N)”s and you ruffled their hair in response.
“ What took you three so long?” You ask genuinely curious as to why the three first insisted you and Sarah leave before them and then arrived only minutes before the ceremony.The three did a really bad job at hiding their panic as they exchanged glances.
“ Sam, what's going on ?” You hear Sarah ask , her voice slightly raising and a smirk made its way onto your face thinking about the pleasant time you're going to have at home watching Sarah giving Sam a hard time to get him to tell what he was doing and by the looks of it you dont think its something Sarah would like hearing about.
“Noth-” Sam was cut off by the guests erupting in whispers.
“The groom is here.” You hear someone say, making you close your eyes instinctively, preparing yourself to look at the man who promised you the world once upon a time. You open your eyes to see him walk towards the altar where he would wait for his soon-to-be wife to arrive. He looked ethereal in his wedding suit and slicked back hair. Under the golden rays, he was glowing, wearing the biggest and brightest smile. You don't think you have ever seen him this happy. Not when you used to bring him a flower every night when you came home after work, not when you planned a surprise rooftop dinner date and slow danced under the moonlight. It hurt to think about how you never got to see him this happy and hopeful while he was with you, when Leila had an effect on him that you never had during the whole of your relationship. But then again, it had been a while since Leila owned his heart.
As he stood at the altar, his eyes already glistening with happy tears, you couldn't help but notice how he didn't even spare you a glance. The least he could do was acknowledge your presence.
“Breathe.”You hear Sam whisper as his fingers laced through yours and you do as he says which draws Sarah’s attention.
“You're going to be just fine.” She says as her hand repeats the same action as her brother’s from a few seconds ago. You allowed yourself to hurt now and feel the pain and betrayal. It was better to get over with dealing with all these emotions than denying keeping them for later. The excruciating pain swallowed you. Your heart ached, your stomach twisted in sorrow and tears threatened to spill from your eyes and your emotions compounded even more when you heard the music play as an indication of the bride’s arrival. Tears were freely rolling down Bucky’s cheeks as well as yours. The only difference was that his were of joy and yours of the misery the bride and groom had caused you. As the bride walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father, your chest tightened as you recognised the gown that she was wearing. You designed that. Back in high school Leila had asked you to draw a wedding gown for her because in her eyes no one had better taste in anything other than you and she wanted you to design a dress so that she could add it to her wedding planning book that she had kept. In a different circumstance your heart would have been soaring with happiness at the sight of her wearing what you designed for her. You were convinced that your life had turned into some sick joke.
The ceremony continued, with Sam and Sarah squeezing each of your hands comfortingly, some of the guests dabbing at their eyes and giving the soon to be married couple teary smiles. A few minutes later Bucky finished saying the traditional vows but he wasn't done yet. He had a few vows that he made for her. You were starting to question your decision to come to the occasion that was only proving to be even more dreadful and miserable with each passing second.
“ Sweetheart, there's nothing that can compare to how much you mean to me and how special and lucky you make me feel everyday. There’s nothing in this world I would not trade if it means that I get to hold you and love you for the rest of my life……”
STOP. You wanted to scream at him to stop. Those were the words he spoke to you, the promise he made to you the first time the two of you made love. You were too caught up in the memory to notice Bucky’s gaze drift to you.
“ Oh sweetheart, you're so good to me. What did I ever do to deserve an angel like you?” He says nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as the two of you lay on your bed sweating and trying to catch your breath after he made love to you for the first time. Giggling at what he said, you press a kiss to his forehead. “ You deserve the entire world and more, love.” He pressed his forehead to yours before saying, “ Sweetheart, there's nothing that can compare to how much you mean to me and how special and lucky you make me feel everyday. There’s nothing in this world I would not trade if it means that I get to hold you and love you for the rest of my life.” He sealed the soon to be broken promise with a soft kiss.
“....You have taught me so much about true love and how deserving I am of it. I promise to cherish you and make you feel as loved as you have made me feel for as long as I’m alive…” He stops to swallow his tears and releases a teary laugh to cover the anguish he was wallowing in. But, you did not notice that either. All you can focus on is how he made the same promise on your birthday that you celebrate with him, 2 years into the relationship.
“ You baked a cake for me?!” You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he looked when he was nervous.
“ I tried.” He said, smiling shyly at you before gesturing for you to cut the cake and so you did.
“ This is so good.” You said after taking a bite and the way his eyes lit up was enough of a birthday present for you. “Baby is there anything you're not good at?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“ God, I love you so much.” He said before going in for a passionate kiss.
“ The cake does taste good.” He smirks cheekily before going in for another kiss.
“Sweetheart, happy birthday.” He continues in a soft voice, “ You have taught me so much about true love and how deserving I am of it. I promise to cherish you and make you feel as loved as you have made me feel for as long as I’m alive.” And like that another promise was made that he would definitely break.
By now your hand was clamped over your mouth as you silently sobbed. You don't think you can ever get over this kind of intense pain. You felt so used like he was experimenting and practising everything about being a boyfriend and in a relationship with you so he could be the best for Leila and that realisation only caused more tears to flow down your heavy eyes.
“ (Y/N), come on, let's leave. You have been so strong all along but this is not healthy for you. You don't have to put yourself through this.” Sam says as Sarah smoothes down your hair. You could see that they were very concerned, borderline panicking, for you at the moment. You wanted to explain to them what tipped you over the edge but you were too afraid to open your mouth so you just shook your head no and proceeded to take a deep calming breath.
“... these are the words you never have and never will deserve to hear from any man after what you did to me and (Y/N). How you manipulated us.” The last part of his vows left a tense silence in the air after shocked gasps from the crowd. To say that you were caught off guard was an understatement. You heard a confused whimper leaving your mouth as your lips parted before Leila’s shrill voice broke the confused and stunned silence.
“ Bucky, baby, what are you talking about?” Leila asks, panicking as she holds his face in her hands, which soon were smacked away by Bucky as if the mere touch caused his skin to burn. For the first time that day, his eyes drifted to yours and how tortured and in pain he looked caused a different type of pain in your heart. His eyes spoke a million words as they bore into yours before Leila’s father interrupted the intimate moment.
“ How dare you talk about my daughter like that?” He questioned as he walked up to him and grabbed him by his collar. Bucky was eerily calm by his reaction and the smirk that curled up on Bucky’s lips sent a shiver down your spine.
“ What the absolute fuck is happening?” Sam whispered, his eyes not leaving the chaotic sight in front of him. You wanted to respond but like most of the guests, you were too shocked.
“ Oh you’re going to see how much of a manipulative snake your precious daughter is . Every single soul present here is going to see her true fucking colours.” A collective gasp follows as he shouts the last part at the crowd sitting in front of him.
“ Everyone’s going to know what she did to me and my girl.” Those precious blues shining with tears were on you and you could feel that his eyes were not the only ones on you. You mouth a ‘what?’ at him to which he gives a reassuring smile as if saying that ‘everything will be fine’.
Through the whole unfolding events, Leila was and is still crying, clutching onto her father’s arm. But you knew her way too well to know that those were not tears of being misunderstood. Those were tears that someone would shed after being caught for doing something unforgivable, like ruining someone’s life.
“ So, how is this going to go , Leila? Are you going to explain to everyone what the fuck you did or do you want me to bring the evidence and show everything you did?” Bucky asks with his arms folded across his chest.
“ I don't know what youre talking about, baby.” She sobbed in response and by how she was acting you would have believed her if you didn't know her all too well.
“ I’ll be a bit more specific then.” He continues as his voice raises,” I’m talking about how you tricked me into believing that (Y/N) cheated on me and how instead of confronting her I should hurt her the same way she supposedly hurt me by saying that I was in love with you.” Your hand flew to clutch your chest at the revelation. Leila, your best friend since you were 12 ruined both yours and Bucky’s life just because she didn't want him to be happy with you.
“ Bucky how- I- who told you that?” Leila gasps as her facade of being the victim finally wears off. You wanted to do nothing more than tear the hair off her head and punch her in the face but you had to wait until he was done. You wanted to hear the whole story from her mouth and then you can have a go at giving her a slap or two.
“ Oh how did I know?” He lets out a dark chuckle before continuing,”I think you forgot that I’m a supersoldier . I heard you loud and clear when you were bragging to that methhead fucky buddy of yours about how you made your best friend’s boyfriend leave her for you. After that it wasnt that tough getting every single detail from him considering how he was running an illegal drug business and lets just say that you won't be seeing him any time soon. Now go on and explain to our guests what you did. Bet they are so excited to hear what precious little Leila did.”
You could see the gears turning in Leila’s head, trying to come up with some excuse but, by the way she sighed, you knew she gave up and was going to tell the truth.
“ I- I’m so sorry for hurting both of you. I-” Leila’s trembling, meek voice was cut off by Bucky.
“ Stop fucking apologizing. You and I both know that you’re only sorry because you got caught and just get on with telling what the fuck you did.”
“ Y-yes I will. I fell so in love with Bucky while he and (Y/N) were together and she always got the best things all the time. Every single time.” You noticed all too well how her tone became venomous as he talked about you. You were so ready at this point to drag this bitch to hell yourself. You deserved all the best things in the world and that's why you got them. Unlike Leila, you were not selfish or manipulative or any thing of those sorts. You always did what you had to do without expecting a reward for everything. You hated how she was acting like it was your fault that she didn’t the supposed good things in life.
“ I needed him. He was just so perfect and he was right there every single time. So, I took her to a club and called up this guy from her office who liked her a lot. Told him that she was interested in him and how unhappy she was in her relationship with Bucky. I convinced him that she liked him just as much as he did her and she was just playing hard to get so, he shouldn't give up on her the entire night. ” Henry. The guy from work who just wouldn't give up no matter how many times you told him that you had a man who you loved more than anything. You remember that night in the club how he randomly showed up and wouldn't stop flirting with you and when you had tried to find Leila, she didn't appear to be anywhere.
“ He made it seem like she was with him and every time he touched her or was close to her, I took a picture, made it seem like she was cheating on him and sent them to Bucky. I then met up with him and convinced him to not confront her and to hurt her back just as bad by telling (Y/N) that he was in love with me. He was vulnerable and I took care of him and then we started dating.” She ended what she had to say with a sob raking through her. You couldn’t believe what the absolute fresh fuck had just happened. You felt so betrayed. You couldn't fathom how a human being could be so cruel. So vicious. The whole sight of the wedding venue would have been amusing in a way if you weren't so stunned. Leila’s father was staring at her like he didn't know who the person in front of him was while her mother was weeping in her place. Some of the guests left the place and the remaining were chattering and shaking their heads as if being somehow related to her was an embarrassment and no, you couldn't blame them. Sam’s face was buried in his hands, probably trying to comprehend the chaos and Sarah was whispering something to AJ and Cass.
Bucky was seething, absolutely blinded by rage as you saw him talk to her through gritted teeth. If your mind wasn't in a hazy state due to the overwhelming feelings you would have been able to hear him. You had to get away from everyone, everything was just too much, too fast.
Without a second thought you were hurriedly walking towards where your car was parked ignoring your name being shouted behind you by Sarah, Sam and Bucky. A few more steps later, a strong hand wrapped around your arm and you were pulled into Bucky’s Suit clad chest. For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were staring at those blue eyes where you once found home and surprisingly still do.
“ Please listen to me, sweetheart, please.” Bucky begged, tears streaming down his face.
“ I’m so tired, Bucky. So fucking tired of all this. When will it stop?” You say defeatedly as you rest your forehead on his chest.
“I know baby I know but please, love, just hear me out. I have so much to say.” He begs as he caresses your cheek.
“ (Y/N), do you want us to stay?” You hear Sarah question. You turn to give her and Sam a grateful smile and reply with a ‘no’. They give you a nod before walking away leaving you alone with Bucky.
“ Let's sit in the car.” You say as you walk towards your car and he follows with his hand hesitantly lingering on your arm.
“ Let me start from the beginning, yeah? Just sit back and listen please.”
You give him a nod, looking at the steering wheel.
“ I’m so sorry for everything I have put you through. I should have asked you about the pictures but I was so fucking hurt. I was so blinded by the betrayal I felt and I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. When Leila told me to tell you that I was in love with her I knew how much it would hurt you so I did.” He stops to take a deep shaky breath trying to collect himself together.
“I felt so vulnerable and alone and she was there comforting me and I fell into her trap and started dating her. But it felt so wrong, baby. She just wasn't you. But all I could think about were those damn pictures. And then I heard her talking over the phone and sweetheart, I lost it.I didnt think I would have survived through the pain and guilt I was feeling for what I was putting you through. But I stayed just to hurt her and make her feel the same betrayal she made us feel. I convinced her that I was in love with her. I gave her all the hope I could just to make her experience the hell she put us through. The hell she made me put you through. I had to stay with her for that and I knew if I saw you, my plan wouldn't work. I'm so incredibly sorry, sweetheart. It was so fucking painful for me being away from you and with someone who wasn't you, who could never be you. I'm so sorry." He finishes as he drops his head into his hands and sobs, the sound cutting through your chest like a knife.
" Bucky, you could have told me. You made my life a living hell for almost a year. You fucking ruined me."
" I know honey I know it was like that for me too but I was so consumed by the betrayal and rage I felt towards her and I had to. She deserved to feel that and I couldn't just let her get away with what she did."
" What now Bucky, I'm suddenly supposed to ignore the past few months and act like you didn't ruin me?" You questioned as his eyes widened.
" No baby, I just need to make up to you. I don't want this to be the end of us. Please give me a chance, love."
" This won't be easy Bucky I need time and we need to go slow but you can start by giving me a kiss " Your heart felt full at the gorgeous smile on his face before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You felt the love, the longing, the utter adoration he felt for you through a simple kiss and you knew it would be a long rocky road before things would go back to normal but you would get there. You and Bucky would get there together with eachother.
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PersonalTrainer! Bucky masterlist
It’s been a few weeks now and you decided to keep seeing Bucky as not only your personal trainer but also outside the gym. You’ve been on a few dates with him now and it’s been going so well the dates have been great and the sex has been even better.
You’re having a lazy day today as you have no plans and it’s a rest day from working out so you’ve decided to indulge even though you’re not really allowed to but doritos are your weakness.
The doorbell rings and you get up to answer it. Shit, it’s Bucky. You wipe the dorito crumbs off yourself and open the door.
“Hello Bucky, come in, what are you doing here? Did we have plans to hang out?” You’re rambling and he eyes you as if he knows you’re hiding something.
“No I was just in the area and decided to pop by. Is that not allowed?” You just look at him. “What are you up to Y/N?” he smirks. “Were you doing something you shouldn’t have been?”
“Nooo, mee? Definitely not” eyeing the couch where the open bag of doritos still sits he follows your gaze.
“Oh Y/N, what did I tell you would happen if you broke your good diet?” His smirk is bigger now and you know he’s been waiting for you to fuck up.
“No, I don’t recall, care to remind me?” taking you bottom lip between your teeth you bat your eyelashes innocently at him.
He has you pinned against the wall before you even know what’s happening and his hands are all over you. He’s kissing you and it’s needy and full of tongue.
“Bedroom now, I’m gonna show you what happens” He growls in your ear as he lifts you up by your thighs to carry you to the bedroom.
Getting to the bedroom he throws you on the bed and removes your sweatpants grabbing you by the legs and flipping you over.
“How many doritos have you eaten?” there’s a glint in his blown out eyes.
“Uhm, I dunno like half the packet?”
“Stay still” he commands as his hand comes into contact with your right asscheek and you whimper.
“You were a bad girl, bad girls get punished” his hand comes down again the sting from the last slap still lingering making you hiss.
“Bucky, please” you plead with him but it’s no use. His hand comes down again.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes Bucky, please, fuck me now, I need to feel you”
He starts unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans “as you wish, my love” he plants a kiss on your stinging asscheek before plunging deep into your aching core.
Crying out in pain you grip onto the bed sheets. He stays still for just a few seconds to allow you time to adjust before he pulls back out again only to snap his hips in just as fast again. This time it’s all pleasure you feel as his tip comes into contact with your sweet spot.
“I’m not gonna last too long babe, I’m getting real close” he continues to pound into you hitting the spot over and over until you’re a quivering mess under him.
His movements start to get sloppy and you know he’s close.
“Cum for me Bucky, please.” your words push him over the edge and with a low raspy moan he cums coating your walls.
“Maybe I should eat doritos more often because that was fucking mindblowing”
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