Hi! How are you? First of all, I would like to tell you that my native language is not English, so I hope you can understand if I make a mistake writing this :( so, what I came here for is to request a Bucky Barnes x Male reader where the reader has the power of Mystique from x-men, I guess you know who I'm talking about haha, maybe it can be about the first time they met, they can be partners or enemies, I don't know, I trust you'll do something good, thanks for read xoxo
a/n: so... the first thing i want to say its sorry; you, my dear anon, gave me a damn good idea, but it is so good, soo goooood, that i think that i didn't something on the deserved level. But anyways, i hope you like it, this one was a bit complicated to do, so it may be not so good. Also, from now on, in my stories, i will be naming our reader(you). 'Cause for me, it's strange not to use a name or nickname sometimes, and i'll not use y/n or relateds, not that i don't like, i read a lot of fics with y/n, it's just that i don't want to use.
On this one, i used Mystique's name, Raven.
fandom: marvel/captain america/the falcon and the winter soldier too(?)
words: 1;880 words/10.311 chara.cters
warnings: idk shapeshifting?, a tad fluff in the end, fight
Bucky Barnes x Male!Mystique!Reader
As you walk away through the sidewalk, you shapeshift into a black woman, your blue skin turning brown, your yellow eyes turning green, your body changing to fit the appearance you want. In a mere second, the transformation it's done. Your clothes and ravenous hair are the only things that stay the same.
You are going to a Japanese restaurant to pay a visit to a friend. Honestly, it's not exactly a restaurant, but you quite like the place. It's the only one place you feel secure enough to turn into something close to what you look. Though today you will be going with another look.
Arriving at the place, which luckily wasn't so crowded today, you take a seat, waiting for your friend, who is the attendant, Leah. She is the only one who knows about your power and actual appearance. It was a dangerous decision to tell her about it, although you don't regret doing it.
When she looks at you, you blink, so she knows that it's you.
Before going to you, she passes on the kitchen and takes a plate full of sushi and other things and offers to you, on the house. You accept though you insisted on paying for all that.
Leah ever treats you like you are special or something. You'll never admit that you like it despite all the refuses. She makes you feel... normal.
"So, how was the investigation today?" Leah asks, closing the distance through the counter
You sigh, trying to hide things of Leah it's almost impossible, "Well, from what I discovered, the guy I'm after, that Ruin, works alone. I paid a visit to his former workmate-,"
"You paid a visit?" she interrupts you.
"I... may or may not have invaded his house and gently asked about his old friend?"
"Gently asked?" Leah raises an eyebrow for you, "Well, and then?"
"Then, he said that he never heard that name or anything related for almost two years. What proves my theory that Ruin is working alone," you explain.
"That's good," she states, surprised, "and you have an idea of where it's his hideout?"
"Actually, no. But I heard some strange things about that famous club on the south that links with my guy," you explain, showing her a photo of the place on the phone.
"That's Noapte Senina. You never heard about it?"
"Why would I-" you stop yourself when Leah frantically passes his palm like cutting close to her neck.
The person who entered the establishment sits on the chair near you, and he isn't alone. Yuri is with him. The elderly sit on the chair next to the guy.
Your friend walks away to serve customers, not before winking at you. As she goes, you gaze at that strange man: short brown hair, blue eyes, a bulky body, and a leather glove on the left hand. You never saw that guy here, yet he and Yuri seem good friends.
In the middle of it, your eyes encounter his. A slight smile is now on his lips, one that makes your face burn a bit. You look away, regretting that eye contact. It's undeniable that he's handsome.
"You should ask her out," you almost choke with one sushi when Yuri said that.
Though you could shapeshift your body and everything that it covers, you still a man. However, the problem is not that he is a guy, but that he doesn't know that you are also one.
He says something to Yuri before turning to you, "I'm sorry for him, I... uh, you can call me Bucky."
"Don't worry about it," you clear your throat, recovering your composure, "I'm Raven."
"It's a... good name," he tries a compliment.
That takes a chuckle of you, "Well, thanks. Bucky's not a bad name too."
This time he let a giggle out, and damn... what a smile.
You two stay chatting for a while. Bucky is an unusual person, and come on! The man is so damn handsome, and being honest, you wanted to have more time with him, but you couldn't, you shouldn't.
"I need to go. But, it was nice to meet you, Bucky," you smile at him.
At first, Bucky's expression seems to upsets, but as fast it seems, his serious countenance comes back, "It was… nice to meet you too."
As you get up, you blink for Leah. She covertly nods to you.
"Oh, look, wait!" It's Bucky's voice who's at you, "I... wanna know... ahm, we... if we maybe could see each other again?"
You feel a twinge in your heart, and still, that doesn't stop you from doing what is necessary, for the sake of both, "I think that this won't."
It's late-night already. You didn't tell Leah about what you were planning to do tonight.
You are with that same appearance as before, but now wearing a crop top with jogger pants, the most normal, the better. You read those big and bright letters: Noapte Senina.
The place's full. There's loud music that's echoing the whole space. People everywhere, dancing, drinking, or just vibing along with the rhythm.
You take a seat on the counter and ask for something not too strong to drink. While waiting, you run your eyes through the crowd of strangers, searching for your prey.
The barman man brings your drink. You silently thank him with a nod. Taking a sip, you feel something that tastes like strawberry. It's better than you thought. You take another sup before trying another time to search for your target.
Leaning against a wall with two women under his arms, a man probably in his mid-40s with an eye patch, "There you are..." you murmur. In a single gulp, you finish your drink.
On your feet, pretending that you are dancing, you swiftly pass through the people on the way. Then out of nowhere, someone suddenly appears in front of you. You don't have time to figure a way of dodging, so you bump in.
"Ouch, I'm sorry. I didn't see you-" your voice fades when seeing in who you bumped in, "B-Bucky?!"
"Raven?" his eyes widens.
"I-I... what are you doing here?!"
"I am... trying out this "club" thing," the brunette rubs the back of his neck, "but, well, I thought that we wouldn't see each other again."
His word makes you redden, "This is only a co-coincidence, bu-but yet, I'm still doing something important, and if you excuse me," you say, walking over him.
"Please wait," he grabs your wrist, "I-"
"Bucky, let me go, now!" you demand.
"Please just hear me!"
Even a plea won't work. You slide your hand through his glove, freeing yourself.
"Dammit! Raven!" he shouts.
You only ignore, walking away from him. Probably it's a good idea to shape into a different appearance, but there are too many people here that could notice.
You take a deep breath and shale your shake your head before looking for Ruin again...
"FUCK!" you curse.
The man isn't in the same place as before. Frantically searching for him, your eyes catch a glimpse of his face. He entered the toilet, the male one. As you walk to the same as his, you lower your head.
With your present look - a feminine one - someone could think something strange, but come on! It's the 21st century! Do people still care about these types of things?
As you enter, it's evident that there's only one door closed. You look one last time to the entrance, confirming that no one is coming.
You are ready to kick the Ruin's door on.
"Wait! Raven!" Bucky screams.
The brunette's eyes widen when the door collides with you, pinning you into the wall.
"Ohoho, so I really was being spied! I thought that Ramirez was only being a coward when he said that someone was hunting me, but look what we have here! You two are from the FBI?" Ruin asks. His voice's heavy, somewhat matching with him.
Bucky doesn't say anything but rushes on the man, eyes on fire. He aims a left jab at the other's face. Ruin evades, kneeing the abdomen of the brunette, which throws him backward.
"HA! That's all you've-"
Before he can finish, you, recovered from the earlier impact, swing your body upwards, then scissors your legs around the Ruin's head, spins around his body, and rotate your legs downwards, take downing him. His head hits the ground directly, passing him out. With the rest of your energy, you handcuff him. A trembled gasp escapes of you.
"Wow..." Bucky's notably amazed by what you did.
"Why did you follow me?!" you scream in your knees, panting,
"Why did I follow you? Why you came after this man? You knew that he's a dangerous criminal?" He shouts back.
"That's exactly why I came after him! That's what I do!"
"What? You are a vigilant?" his mocking tone enrages you.
"What if I-" An enormous pain progresses throughout your whole body. You passed too much time transformed.
"Raven? What happened?" He lifts himself, running to your side, "Sam! I need support here, Now!"
You need to go back to your natural form, but how would you do that now? You force your body the best you can to maintain your shape.
Bucky puts you in his arms, "Raven, what's happening?!" desperation on his voice.
You tried your best to preclude that. However, you needed to do that. Your body slowly regains its blue color. Your eyes recover their yellow tone. The only thing that stays the same it's your ravenous hair and clothes. Simple as that.
"I'm... sorry..." you slowly say.
Bucky's eyes widen. The only thing you can do is think how disgusted he would be to see your pure form, how he would feel cheated by you. It wouldn't be a surprise for you.
But that won't happen. You only feel Bucky's arms around you, hugging you tight.
"Please... don't scare me out this way..." his voice muffled in your neck.
That puts you in a mess of red, "What... are you... do-"
"I don't know too... I just... wanna hold you..." he intermits, "On the moment I saw you, I felt something strange and I-"
This time you cut him off, pushing yourself away from the embrace, "Bucky, I'm strange! I'm fucking blue! I'm not even a woman! I'm a damn aberration, and I fucking tricked you!" your voice burning your throat.
"You are saying that you are different and that you are a man? So what? I'm also a man and have a vibranium arm," he takes his left glove, showing his vibranium hand.
"C'mon, Bucky... this'... completely different," you lowered your eyes, you couldn't look at his now.
Bucky has a strange power over you. How someone you barely know can mess with you this way?
"It's not. I don't care about your color or anything. I... think I like you... the way you are," one of the brunette's hand in on your wrist again, but this time it's a gentle and soft touch. the other lifts your face, so he could look in your eyes.
Bucky's now in a blush too. There's a grin on his face. For the first time in years, he feels that something good may happen in his life, and it is you.
Series Summary: Through out your life you’ve been able to easily get used to many things. Sudden wealth, new cities, affairs, new step-parents, drugs, etc. All of these things were normal for you, your life was pretty normal to you at least. That was until a certain man flipped your world upside down.
Chapter Summary: You come home and help Wanda plan her first gala. And unfortunately she wants to invite a certain man.
Warnings: Some swearing
Word Count: 1.8k
a/n: it’s technically friday now where i live so i thought i’d post this tonight instead of waiting until i wake up in the morning lol 🤭
You smiled to yourself and crossed your hands behind your back as you stood in the elevator that would take you up to Wanda’s penthouse.
You were definitely glad that you had decided to take this trip, but you had to admit you did miss home a little bit while you were gone.
You still weren’t over Bucky, but you were aware that things like this took longer than just a few weeks.
You believed in yourself and the future.
You were excited for what has yet to come and thought that things were looking up for you.
You knocked on Wandas front door a few times and happily waited for her to come to the door with a almost genuine smile on your face.
Something still felt missing and you knew who that something was, but you chose to just ignore this feeling.
As she opened the door, she looked extremely relieved to see you.
While she took you into her arms for a hug, she informed you of the gala she had been planning and how stressful it was.
She guided you over to her dining table where there were what seemed like hundreds and hundreds pieces of paper sitting on it.
Your eyes darted all throughout every single one of them before you said anything.
“I wouldn’t mind helping you out a bit.” you offered as you gestured towards the papers.
She let out a loud sigh as she began to speak, “Please do! This is so overwhelming.” she swiftly said.
You chuckled and muttered a quiet ‘Alright’ as you sat down the table.
Prior to your arrival, she had been making invitations for this gala. Most of which were just for the owners of businesses along with their wives that your father knew when he was alive.
“Do you mind if I put some music on?” Wanda asked you.
“No, not at all. That’ll probably make all of this go by faster anyways.” you answered, grinning at her.
A smirk rolled out across your face as Ain’t Shit by Doja Cat played through the speakers in Wandas house.
“Just the song I need right now.” you said, softly chuckling.
“I know.” Wanda replied, giving you a knowing look while resting her hand over your own as she laughed with you. ￼
You bobbed your head as the song continued to play, raising your eyebrows with joy as you realized that your favorite part was coming up. ￼
“Said that's not cheating if I wasn't with your ass, yo.” you and Wanda loudly sang together in unison, laughing again afterwards at the coincidence.
As the last song ended, Wanda shakily held the last invitation in her hand. You knitted your eyebrows up as your eyes went to her hands.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to comfort her the best you could.
“Don’t be mad but, I saved this last invite for Bucky.” she told you, still obviously nervous.
You rolled your eyes at her and tightly crossed your arms over your chest.
You weren’t ready to even hear his name again yet, here Wanda was inviting him to this gala you knew you’d have to attend since it would be her first.
“Just hear me out, I think you should give him another chance. I saw him two weeks ago, just after he had barely moved into his apartment and he looked like complete shit. He told me to tell you when you got home that he regrets what he did and he wants you back. He said that he loves you (y/n).” she explained to you.
You sighed as you stared down at your laps and slowly uncrossed your arms. This was a lot to take in all at once.
“Oh.” you replied.
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before a notification went off on your phone. It was a text from one of your friends.
Now that you were single once more, your friends knew they had to take you out for a girls night, which you hesitantly agreed to.
You pulled it out and quickly read it before you put it back in your pocket and opened your mouth to speak.
“Sorry, I gotta go, I have a girls night to attend.” you cheerfully said, but slightly in a rush.
“Alright, don’t drink too much.” Wanda said as she hugged you goodbye.
As you exited the elevator again, your heart practically pounded out of your chest. You saw Bucky standing there on the other side of those shiny grey doors.
Wanda was right, he did look like shit. You kindly smiled at him as you walked out of the elevator.
“Hey (y/n).” he said quietly with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Hi Bucky.” you said, holding the door for him.
He still stood still outside of the elevator, he looked as if he was frozen in place and lost in your eyes.
Taking note of this, you removed your hand and just the two doors close.
“How have you been?” he awkwardly asked as he moved away from the elevator, causing you to slowly follow after him.
“I’ve been okay, Big Bear was really fun. I had a good trip. How’ve you been?” you answered as that beautiful smile of yours appeared on your face.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m alright, just hanging in there.” he said, stuffing his hands into his leather jacket pockets.
You nodded in response a moment before you spoke, “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I gotta head to a bar anyways. I’m sure my friends are already impatiently ￼waiting there for me.” you said, quietly laughing as you finished speaking.
He nodded as well and waved goodbye to you as you quickly left the building.
Once Bucky reached his apartment, he pressed himself up against his front door and slid his body down until his butt hit the cold floor.
He ran his fingers through his short hair and began to think about your short interaction.
He had been practicing for weeks what he was going to say to you the next time he saw you, but when he finally did he just froze up.
But he was glad that he hadn’t embarrassed himself too much.
Thirty minutes later he let out a quiet sigh as he took his phone out of his back pocket and started to look through peoples Instagram stories.
His eyes lit up as he reached yours and saw that you were already at that bar you were talking about, you had even tagged the location.
He decided to go there, he didn’t want to come off as creepy but seeing you again reminded him how much his missed you. Though, he didn’t even know if you would he happy to see him there.
But that was a risk he was more than willing to take.
So, he quickly threw on a nice outfit, hopped in an Uber and headed for this bar. He smiled to himself on the drive there, he was glad that he was taking this risk.
The second he got there, his eyes scanned the whole room, desperately looking for your beautiful face and body. He glared at anyone who came up to him and tried to buy him a drink during this time.
A few minutes into his search, he spotted you. You were hopelessly trying to make some creepy guy that was bothering go away.
He wanted to get you to trust him again. So, he swiftly walked through the crowd and up to this creepy guy.
“Leave me alone!” you screamed as Bucky continued to approach you and the creepy guy.
“She said to leave her alone man.” Bucky said, defending you.
“Why does it matter to you?” the guy asked.
Bucky tightly gripped this guys collar in his metal hand and brought him up to his eye level. The guy was already looking back at Bucky with pure fear and he knew that he would give up pretty easily.
“I’m her bodyguard, now fuck off!” Bucky shouted, dropping the guys body onto the floor.
He scurried away and left the bar the moment he was out of Bucky’s threatening and secure grasp.
“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” you said, smiling up at him.
“No, I did have to. Even if we aren’t a thing anymore, I’m still going to protect you doll.” he replied.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you that.” he added, scratching the nape of his already sweaty neck.
You set a hand on his right shoulder, “It’s fine Bucky.” you assured him.
“Okay.” he said, loud enough for only you to hear.
He watched with a pretty smile on his face as you went back to your friends. He liked seeing you happy and having fun.
You did think that it was little suspicious that Bucky had just happened to come to this bar. But you quickly shook these thoughts away.
Maybe he just wanted to get out of the house? ￼you thought.
By the end of the night, Bucky had crushed one or two glasses in his hand as watching you grind and dance on random men made him incredibly jealous.
Though, he was aware that shouldn’t feel this way because you still weren’t his at all.
Your presence pulled him out of his thoughts as he saw that you were drunk and stumbling up to him. He softly grinned at you as he helped you stabilize your body.
“Bucky, would you mind taking me home in a cab or something? All of my friends are drunk.” you slowly told him letting out a few laughs along the way.
“Sure, doll.” he said, already pulling his phone and ordering an Uber with his free hand.
Once the Uber arrived there, he helped you into the car and sat closely next to you, making sure to keep you sitting up straight.
“You were jealous of those guys, I saw the way you looked at them when their hands were on my ass.” you said, laughing as you slurred your words and lazily rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Mhm.” he quietly replied.
“I love you.” you told him, still slurring your words and giggling.
He looked down at you with a bit of concern, “You don’t know what you’re saying doll, you’re drunk￼￼.” he told you.
“Okay, whatever you say Buckaroo.” you said, still resting your head on his shoulder.
After he got you home, took off your makeup and tenderly put you in your bed, he contemplated leaving your home.
But, he remembered how bad your last hangover went, so he decided to sleep on your couch, using his jacket as a small blanket.
He desired to be there incase you needed something from him.
Plus, he didn’t want you to be alone and accidentally choke on your own vomit. That probably wouldn’t end well.
This night had finally made Bucky feel happy for the first time in a little while. In a way, he had his girl back. Even though, he knew that you two still had a long way to go.
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@ascnsion submitted : steve says to bucky “i can’t lose you!” - not accepting clearing out inbox .
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 cut through the silence in the room . what did it feel like to care about someone so much that the thought of them not returning filled you with fear ? for that’s what steve was feeling , was it not ? the thought of not seeing his friend james buchanan barnes alive in front of him once again filled the other with fear . and here he stood in front of the man who had sacrificed everything for him and he could not return the sentiment . not fully anyway ... for bucky was still trying to understand the way of the world around him , the war they were about to fight —— it seemed he would never know peace for too long . but then again that is what he was created for , was it not ? sentiments and feelings were the least of his worries .
did he care for steve ? perhaps in a way that he couldn’t .. or rather didn’t know how to put into words . he had grown used to having the other by his side , just as he supposed the real james had . that was something was it not ? and fleshly hand will come up to rest on the others shoulder , for him he would play the part , till the bitter end . ❛ you’re not going to lose me steve ... ❜ and he’ll pause , a stolen memory coming to mind , hoping to give the other some reassurance. , ❛ ‘ cause i’m with you till the end of the line . ❜
Summary: You are properly welcomed to the block by your new neighbor.
Pairing: dilf!Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: SMUT (18+), mention of divorce, riding, spanking, just a hint of dom!bucky, finger sucking
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In the first month of living in your new home, you immediately started noticing a change in your demeanor. You were away from your old place, living alone for the first time in years. You didn’t have your shitty ex to think about or take care of. You had nobody but yourself to depend on, and you loved every second of it.
You would sit on your porch every morning, on furniture you’d thrifted within your first week of moving in, sipping your coffee and watch the kids across the street play. It was a boy with his younger sister, both of them no older than seven. They were early birds, no doubt. You’d be up as early at 8AM on a Monday, and they’d be out there, chasing each other, play wrestling, or drawing with chalk on the driveway. You didn’t mind; seeing kids comfortable enough to play in their yards was a good sign to you. It meant the neighborhood was safe.
It wasn’t until a month after you moved in that the children actually said something to you. You were in the middle of a book your friend had recommended to you when you heard the patter of little footsteps go from across the street and straight to you. “I like your book,” you were snapped out of your imagination at the sound of a little girl’s voice. You lifted your head and were greeted by the little girl you’d been seeing play with her brother almost every day.
“Thank you,” you said, smiling, “I like your hair.”
“I’m Becca.” The girl said, her brother chasing after her from across the street.
“Becca! Daddy said we can’t talk to strangers.” The boy said, grabbing his sister’s hand and looking directly at you.
“That’s a very good rule your daddy set for you. You’re a good big brother.” You said, sensing a little hostility from the child. He seemed to warm up to you instantly, showing a shy smile.
You smiled back, setting down your book and introducing yourself to the children.
“What are you two doing over here?” You heard a man say from behind the three of you. You tried not to audibly gasp at the sight of him. He was tall and built, nearly three times your size in muscle. He had his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face, ready to scold. “You two know the rules. You stay in our yard when you play. This isn’t our yard.”
“Sorry, daddy.” They said in unison.
The man took both of his kids in his arms, lifting them up in a big hug. You wondered if he could pick you up like that. “Go back inside, breakfast is ready.” He said to his children. He set them down and kept an eye on them as they ran inside. “I’m sorry about them. They love meeting new people.”
“It’s not a problem.” You said, “They’re sweet.”
“I’m Bucky,” he said as you stood up, now noticing how much taller he is than you. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thank you,” you said, “You have wonderful children. You and your wife are very lucky.”
“I wish you’d tell her that,” he said, “I haven’t seen her since Becca was a baby.”
You tilted your head, “What?”
“Yeah, one day she just... up and left. No warning. Nothing except the divorce papers a few weeks later.”
You brought your hand to his bicep, “Oh, you poor baby,” you said, your heart hurting for him. Your words just came out, and you hoped it didn’t sound like you were mocking him. You were genuinely upset for him, having to raise two kids all by himself.
He probably hadn’t been with a woman in so long…
Bucky felt his cock twitch at your tone, surprised by your behavior and welcoming it. You had definitely just awakened something in him, though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. “Um…” Bucky started, trying to gather his thoughts, “Sorry, again. It was nice to meet you.” He made his way back to his house and you took a deep, long breath.
Now more than ever, you were glad to have moved to this neighborhood. If not for the fresh start, then for the new eye candy across the street.
Your day went along as normal, sending emails to your colleagues, making meals, doing your dishes, budgeting for the month. You felt independent. You felt good.
That evening, you sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand and a movie on your television. You were just about ready to check out for the night when you heard a knock at your door.
Who could be trying to see you at such a late hour?
Clad in a large t-shirt and a skimpy pair of shorts, you made your way to the door, only to be greeted by Bucky once again.
“Bucky, hi!” you said, surprised, “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once.” He said, “I haven’t been with a woman in four years. I tried online dating, blind dating, all that shit, and it just didn’t work. But you-“ he traced patterns along your arms, “you just came out of nowhere.”
You could feel the goosebumps start to form on your skin as he continued to touch you, his fingers tracing over very promiscuous areas.
“You can say no if you want to, and I’ll pretend this never happened.” He said, coming closer and closer to you, your faces centimeters apart. You said nothing in response, mesmerized and in disbelief this was happening. He took your hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. “You see what you do to me, angel? Can’t get the image of fucking you outta my head.”
Within seconds, his lips met your neck, and you threw your head back in ecstasy, eliciting a moan from you. You brought him inside immediately, hearing him mutter filthy swears under his breath at the feeling of your hand still on his cock.
“Take me right now, on the couch.” You muttered.
Bucky sighed into your mouth, hungrier than ever for a taste of you. He couldn’t get you out of his head all day, no matter how hard he tried. Imagining his hands on your frame, you moaning his name, all from a little encounter that morning. The way you pouted for him, your words ringing in his ears, “Oh, you poor baby.” Sympathy. Something he hadn’t felt in years. A sign that someone cared about him.
He stripped off his clothes, putting his throbbing hard cock on display for you. You ignored the initial shudder at the size of him, you were going to make him fit. You quickly took off your pajamas and underwear and straddled him on the couch as he brought his thumb to your hungry clit, teasing you with light, small rubs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, admiring your core, “and it’s all mine.” You grinded onto his lap as he brought his hand down to forcefully smack your ass, the pain of the sting quickly being replaced with pleasure. Sick of the teasing, you brought his cock to your center, slowly taking every inch of him in then bouncing up and down. “Oh fuck, that’s it.” Bucky groaned, the feeling of your walls around him nearly bringing him to his climax, “You’re so fucking hot, bouncing on my cock like that.”
You tried to keep your composure, throwing your hair out of your face when it got in the way, but he really was hitting the right spot in you. You could barely form a sentence, you were completely dumb on his cock. Bucky took one hand on your waist and the other on your ass for leverage, watching you move up and down on his cock and replicating your movements with his hands, as if he were using you as his own personal fucktoy.
“Show me how you fuck me,” he whispered, gripping onto your skin harder and lessening his movements. He was going to make you work, but you didn’t care. You grabbed onto his shoulders, shifting your body back and forth, riding him until you were nothing but a moaning mess. You felt your insides tingle at the feeling of his hands on you, him inside you, and his hot breath against your neck. You kept riding him, as if it were your job, earning several praises and moans from him, which sounded like music to your years.
“You feel so good on my cock, baby girl.”
“Oh yeah, ride me just like that.”
“Right there, baby, right there.”
He slapped your ass yet again, the sting bringing a smile to your face this time. Your tits were at his eye level, and he brought one of your nipples to his mouth. The feeling of his warm tongue against your breast driving you absolutely wild. The moans coming out of your mouth were getting louder, more powerful. Bucky took his hand off of your waist and brought it to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded, and you brought his index and middle finger into your mouth, mimicking the movements you would make if it were his cock. “Thatta girl.” He cooed, and you were unsure if this was still actually happening. He was like a godsend, doing everything you wanted a man to do to you, touching your body like he knew every inch of it, and bringing you to that glorious edge.
You were doing everything for him and more; Bucky could completely have his way with you and you’d let him, and that was what drove him wild. You gripped onto his shoulders harder, squeezing at the feeling of your orgasm approaching. He brought the fingers that were just in your mouth down to your clit, rubbing hard circles into it as he pounded harder. “Yes, yes, yes,” you moaned with every thrust, knowing you’d snap at any given second. You hunched over, your face buried into his neck. “Cum for me, princess,” he commanded, and within seconds, you felt the coil snap, your walls clenching around him and feeling a sense of euphoria. You were seeing stars at this point, knowing that you could become addicted to something that felt that good.
“Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck-“ Bucky groaned as he pulled out of you and began to stroke himself, white, hot strings of his seed landing on your ass and lower back. You were still coming down from your high as he connected your lips with his for a long, passionate kiss. “I could get used to this,” he chuckled, massaging your ass, which was now red from where he slapped it multiple times.
You smiled in response, bringing your head to his shoulder, “Well, you know where to find me.”
So Bucky's favorite movie is Wizard of Oz right? It was a huge technological achievement and a fun fantasy setting. I bet him and his little sisters watched it all the time. Also! It's one of the few movies from that time period that people still love so I could totally see him and Sam bonding over it.
Summary: Zemo, Sam, Bucky, and Y/N have discussions in various means of transportation. Y/N also has a big realization.
Warnings: Language, Zemo being an asshat, TFATWS spoilers
A/N: quick note! Lisichka means little fox in Russian! please leave some feedback for me! struggling to continue this series.
| Chapter 9 |
Y/N now found herself in the back seat of a vintage Volkswagen. The interior was crisp and pristine. How these guys got this vehicle, she had no clue. She also had no clue on where they were going and what the plan was. The frustration that diminished earlier was now back, slowly eating at her stomach and rising towards her head. She swore she could feel steam coming out of her ears.
She took a few deep breaths, trying her best to ease the frustration out of her system. Bucky was sitting in the back of the vehicle with her, trying his best to offer some sort of comfort and moral support. Sam sat in the passenger seat up front, Zemo driving the vehicle. How he convinced Sam and Bucky to drive was beyond her. They knew how dangerous he was, yet here they were, probably a pawn in his plans.
She definitely didn’t trust him. And now, she was starting to question her trust in Bucky. Are they that desperate? Is she fully not understanding what they’re up against? Did she clearly not think things through when she told Bucky that she knew who he was? She didn’t think that telling him meant going on missions with him, whether it was their choice or not.
One thing she did know was that the tension in the car was thicker than the Great Smog of London. She cleared her throat, partly because she was uncomfortable. The other part was that she wanted answers. Desperately.
“So,” She started. “How did you guys get this car? Steal it?” A slight venomous tone filled the end of her sentence there. She didn’t mean to, but the frustration sat on her tongue and slipped between her teeth. Zemo chuckled at her, causing her to slightly tense up.
“This is mine. Collected by my family over the generations.” He stated, his one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the clutch of the car. His eyes trailed off from the windshield and into the rearview mirror, piercing right into Y/N’s. “You’re probably wondering why they brought me along, Lisichka .” A chill went straight down Y/N’s spine. Could he read her mind?
A small noise came out of Bucky’s throat as soon as that pet name was uttered from Zemo’s lips. A hand, specifically Bucky’s glove-covered metal hand, reached over to Y/N’s thigh, almost gripping possessively. His hold wasn’t too tight, just a light squeeze to Y/N’s thigh. She didn’t mind. She carried on with the conversation.
“Yeah, other than being a criminal mastermind, of course,” Y/N said, trying to rid of the flustered look that still sat on her face. A smirk filled Zemo’s face, pride practically exuding from his features. “I used to work for HYDRA, for their Winter Soldier Program.” He explained. “HYDRA had people who could recreate the serum. And once it’s out there,” He paused. “Someone can create an army of people...like the Avengers.” His gaze broke from the rearview mirror to look over at Sam who just glared at him.
Y/N wasn’t the only one who was against having Zemo on board.
Zemo turned his eyes back to the road and continued. “I ended the Winter Soldier Program once before and I have no intention of leaving my work unfinished.” The silence filled up the car once more. Y/N was a little stunned if she was being honest.
“How many are there?” She asked, obviously referring to the super soldiers that the quartet was searching for. “A total of 8 that we know of,” Sam answered, chewing his lip. “That we know of?” Y/N gasped, quirking an eyebrow.
Bucky turned over to Y/N. “We suspect that they need to serum to make more super soldiers. We’re trying to find someone who is still producing it.” Bucky’s hand still laid on Y/N’s thigh, his thumb starting to rub back and forth, providing at least what he thought was a bit of comfort.
“Any ideas on who they are? Why’re they’re doing this?” Y/N continued to prod. Bucky shook his head. “No specific names, just the group.” He replied. Y/N cocked her head to the side. Bucky looked at her, smirking to himself. Her detective brain was slowly coming to life.
“Sam,” She started. “What are their goals? The Flag Smashers?” She asked. Sam quirked a brow. “Does it matter?” Y/N coughed. “Of course it matters. Basic criminology is that criminal behavior has a reason behind it. Someone may steal from a store ‘cause they desperately need food.” She explained.
“Can’t they just be evil?”
“That’s a very low chance, especially considering you have eight possible suspects. Ninety-nine percent of the time, there’s an explanation for criminal behavior. A proper motive.” Y/N continued, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
Bucky stared as she typed quickly on her phone. A smirk infiltrated her concentrated features. “Ha, a quick Google search says that they’re an anti-nationalist organization trying to get the World back to the way it was before the Blip.” Y/N read from the Wiki page.
“A world unified without borders,” Y/N added, pocketing her phone again. Bucky, Sam, and Zeno sat there stunned. Sam clenched his jaw and bit the inside of his cheek. “Maybe Raynor was right about bringing you along.”
Y/N now sat on a plane, sailing 30,000 feet in the air. She sat directly across from Zemo, adjusting her sitting position under his gaze. She tucked her legs underneath her butt, trying to get herself comfortable. It was a private plane owned by Zemo. It was a nice plane. The seats were made of fine tan leather coupled with dark oak wood panels. The floor of the aircraft was carpeted. Y/N had made herself comfortable earlier. She flipped her shoes off and felt the warm woven carpet under the soles of her feet.
She fiddled with a pair of wireless earbuds in her hands, nervously. She still had no clue where they were going. A voice tripped her out of her thoughts. It was an old man, Ozenik, to be specific. He greeted the four of them outside of the plan. He seemed to be a sweet and loyal old man, considering he waited around for Zemo while he was in prison. Ozenik spoke in a croaky voice, “Apologies,” He started, handing Zemo a glass of champagne. “The fridge is out, but I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”
Zemo replied in Sokovian, making Ozenik chuckle. “It’s great to have you back, sir.” Ozenik ambled back to the front of the aircraft as Zemo took another big gulp of his glass of champagne. Y/N’s eyes shifted over to Sam and Bucky, who were giving her the same concerned look.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell,” Zemo said. He glanced over at Sam. “Oh wait, you do.” Sam sighed, looking directly back at Zemo. “Why don’t you tell us where we’re going?” He asked, clasping his hands together. Y/N noticed that Sam did this when he would get nervous. She grimaced. They didn’t know where they were going either .
Y/N faced ahead at Zemo. He was holding a book in his hand, probably some light reading for the plane ride. “I’m sorry,” Zemo replied. “I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems important.” Zemo pulled a smaller book from the book he claimed to be reading. “Who is Nakajima?”
As quick as lightning, Bucky lunged over to Zemo, grabbing him by the throat. “If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” He threatened. Zemo offered him a small nod in agreement before Bucky released his neck from his grasp. He grabbed the notebook from Zemo and shoved it into his pocket. He sat back down in his seat. Y/N turned her seat over to him, trying to offer him a smile. He didn’t return it.
He was starting to brood.
Zemo started to address Bucky. “I’m sorry. I understand the list of names. People you wronged as the Winter Soldier.” He explained. Bucky bit the inside of his cheek. “Don’t push it.” He replied.
“I’ve seen that book,” Sam nodded his head at Bucky. “It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice.” Sam tried to bite back a smile. Y/N felt her heart swell as the two started to discuss their dearest friend, Steve. Sam's smile widened as he continued to talk. “I told him about Trouble Man . He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?”
Bucky’s body tensed, his shoulders going up in a shrug. “I like 40’s music, so...” Bucky trailed off. Y/N scoffed. Sam about fell back in his chair, offended to hell. “You didn’t like it?” He exclaimed. “I liked it.” Bucky deadpanned, a slight bitter sass in his voice. Even Zemo chimed in. “It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” He explained. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I agree with him, but I don’t like that I do.” She stated, pointing a finger at him.
“Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”
“I like Marvin Gaye.”
“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”
“Uh, don’t let him fool you, Sam.” Y/N started, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Bucky loves Marvin Gaye. He was obsessed with Too Busy Thinking About My Baby for a week straight.” Sam gaped at her. “You’re lying.” He gasped. She laughed and shook her head. “I’m not! After I played it for him one day, he would come back over and beg me to play it.” She chuckled, looking over at Bucky who was bright red in the face.
“You must’ve really looked up to Steve,” Zemo interrupted. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.” He said, swirling his glass of champagne. “Watch your step, Zemo,” Sam warned, as Bucky tensed up again. Y/N wasn’t sure if Sam was protecting Bucky or Zemo at this point.
“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo tilted his head at Bucky, who just stared back at him. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?” Zemo shook his head. “That’s why we’re going to Madripoor.”
Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Y/N bit back a laugh. “It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained, turning his head from the side window of the plane. “It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves.” Zemo continued. He paused briefly before sending a slightly guilty look towards Bucky. “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”
Y/N swore she never saw someone turn that shade of white in her entire life. Bucky’s jaw was clenched. Everyone knew exactly what Zemo was referring to, and no one agreed with it at all. Y/N bit her lip and looked down at her phone. She connected her earbuds to the device and offered one of them to Bucky, who gave her a reluctant look. The look of anxiety was all too evident in his eyes. Y/N motioned for him to take the earbud, which he did, but not without a big sigh first.
He placed the earbud in his ear and laid back in his chair, closing his eyes. Y/N played a song that she loved, one that Bucky loved also. The guitar strums, accompanied with bass drums and a muted tambourine filled Bucky’s left ear.
He immediately knew the song, Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers, a band that Y/N adored. The lead singer’s voice made Bucky open his eyes and look over to Y/N. Her legs were still tucked under her butt. Her arms were crossed on the wall as she looked out the window. He loved that when he first listened to it, Y/N explained the song to him.
It was about a couple who ran to big cities and “seized the day”. Bucky liked it because it reminded him of his old self.
If the sun don't shine on me today
And if the subways flood and bridges break
Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Bucky staring at her with an unfamiliar look on his face. She’s seen that look on other people, but never him. She couldn’t tell you what it meant.
Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave
Or will you rail against your dying day
She knew what it meant. Of course, she did. She’s seen it on teenage girls’ faces, young couples after they married, and even on old men who accompanied their wives on daily trips. It was love. A loving look was on Bucky’s face as he stared at her. Butterflies filled her stomach, but she pushed it back down. She didn’t say anything to him but returned the longing look that he gave her. She gulped, leaning her body toward the other end of her chair. She reached her hand out to Bucky, trying not to look too hard at him. Just short glances. He didn’t grab her hand. For what reason, neither she or Bucky knew. Feeling rejected, Y/N looked back at the window, trying to ignore the feeling of her aching heart. She still kept her hand out, in case he changed his mind.
A few songs changed and Y/N was starting to give up any hope. She started to draw her hand away but was stopped by a gloved hand who encased their large hands in hers. She looked over again to see Bucky hold her hand but staring out his window. She bit back a smile and went back to her respectable window.
Bucky keeps growing his long hair out because he knows that little!reader loves to play with it and he’s a really sweet daddy? Just overall fluffiness!
NONNIE OMG YES, I just dropped everything I was doing to write this
pairing: daddy!bucky x little!reader
rating/warnings: it's all fluff
Bucky was never a fan of long hair. It was to hard to keep up with, and it always got in his way during a fight. The first time he got a haircut, you cried. You cried for days. He didn't realize that it wuld make you so upset.
So, Bucky did what any good daddy would do, let it grow.
"Daddy look! Your hairs so long!" You yelled, jumping up and down. He smiled at your little antics. "Yeah sweetheart!" You giggled even more. Bucky guided you to the living room, and put on your favorite movie, tangled. Another squeal came out of you as you plopped on the couch.
Bucky grabbed your paci, and stuffed it in your mouth. "Fanks dada" He smiled ans ruffled your hair. He went to go sit on the couch next to you but, you whined and tugged on his sleeve. "What's up love bug?" You whined again and pointed to the floor. Bucky tilted his head in confusion. "I don't understand what you need sweet girl, can you use your words?" He asked softly. You only whined and made grabby hands at his hair. "Oh! You want to play with my hair huh?" Your head nodded frantically.
"Alright hold on, I'll get a brush and some clips. Stay here." He left the room, and let you watch the movie. So immersed in the movie you almsot didn't see Bucky walk back in the room. He walked over and gave your head a scratch, catching your attention. You perked up, watching him sit down in front of the couch. He handed you the brush and some butterfly clips.
You started to gently brush through his long locks. “Mmmm feels good sweetheart.” Your light giggles made him smile, even if you couldn’t see it. He felt you start to braid his hair, tugging on the strands a little harder. “careful my love, don’t tug too hard” He said gently. You let out a gasp, as if he had a bleeding bullet wound. “Sowwy” You scoot closer to edge of the couch, placing your legs over Bucky’s shoulders. He grabbed your calfs, and gave the left one a kiss, emitting more giggles. “Tickles”
He stayed like that for awhile, letting you tug on his hair, tying it up, putting clips in it. He was content, watching disney movies letting his baby make him up. “done dada!” He got his phone out, opened the camera and smiled. “Wow sweet girl, I look great! Good job!” He blushed at his praise. “Fanks dada”
“Let’s take a picture” He held the phone up so it could see your face and his. His hair was covered in colored butterfly clips, and differetn braids all around. “Say cheese!”
You grabbed the phone from him and laughed at how you looked. “Pretty”
“Aw thanks my love” Bucky got on the couch and pulled you into his lap. “wuvs” Your speech slurred, falling to deep. But he understood, “I love you more”
PLEASE OFKFJJFJY, he'd argue so much with you about putting it on put he randomly comes out from the bedroom with it on and he can see the change in your body language and he gets all cocky about it
"buck! look, you can pretend it's halloween and say you're dressing up as a soldier" you smile but he looks at you with a thin smile and his eyes low. you rolled your lips between your teeth, trying not to smile.
“i don’t care if it actually is halloween, i’m not putting it on” bucky sat next to you and handed you the bowl of popcorn.
“okay, okay. you don’t have to if you don’t want to” you smile and he kissed your cheek, turning on the tv and playing a movie.
a couple weeks had passed and you had honestly forgotten about the uniform sitting in the back of your closet. bucky didn’t.
while you were out shopping for a birthday party, bucky put the uniform back on. once he turned and saw himself in the mirror, a rush of emotions poured throughout his body.
when he heard the front door close, he jumped and closed the door softly, leaving just a crack so he could spy on you. when he saw you climbing up the stairs, he quietly tiptoed into the bathroom.
“in the bathroom, just a minute” bucky smiled in the mirror, rubbing his hand over his freshly shaved face and hyping himself up.
“hey i was thinking we try making something new for dinner. maybe you can call up sam and his sister for a.. recipe” bucky opened the bathroom door and you did a double take as you watched him walk out. “james buchanan barnes..” you breathe and he smiled, holding his arms out beside him and spinning.
“well? after weeks of you begging, which i love to hear, i decided to finally make your wishes come true” bucky grinned as he watched you cross your legs, shivering just a bit. “it feels weird. i feel like i’m 20 again”
“well you certainly don’t look weird, come here” you uncrossed your legs and he stepped in between them, your hands holding the back of his thighs as you looked up at him.
bucky watched as your breathing became uneven when your hands traveled around his body. a side smirk rose on his lips, and he adjusted his stance, puffing his chest a bit. "so you like it, hm?" bucky's fingers touched under your chin, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip.
"as much as i love it, buck, i wanna rip it off of you" you stood up and took his hand, taking him down stairs. you smiled and took out your phone, playing the playlist bucky made of his old favorite songs, stuffing it in your pocket.
before you grabbed his hands, you gasped and he jumped, blinking a few times. you paused the music and raced up the stairs without a word. you headed back down a few minutes later in a flowy dress, bucky grinning ear to ear.
you played the music again and grabbed his hand, his other hand on your waist with your hand on his chest. bucky looked down at you with hooded eyes, kissing your nose and placing his hat on your head, making you laugh.
"i know this isn't the 40s, but it's good to know what it'd be like to dance with james" you smile and he scrunches his nose, shaking his head.
"you're slow dancing, that's not the only dancing i know" he winks and takes your phone, playing 'blue suede shoes' by elvis presley, twirling you and dipping you, the both of you laughing as he kisses you.
the night didn't end with you ripping the uniform off like you wanted, it ended with you and bucky asleep on the couch, clothes still on and all. you two danced the night away, falling asleep around 3am, but neither of you cared. that was the most smiling and laughing bucky had ever done in his life.
Summary- Y/N is a top notch agent that left SHIELD years ago on not so great of terms. Now she is forced to go back and face the past, including a blue-eyed someone she used to call her best friend.
A/N- Here’s an angsty little something I cooked up to vent. Based loosely on some real life issue and events. I truly wrote this for myself to help deal with things. It’s a five part mini series.
It had been a little over a year since the blip. Since you had been winked back into existence. Settling back into life had been difficult with the loss of some of your closest friends and coworkers like Natasha, Steve, and Tony. Luckily you still had Bucky and he was experiencing that same difficulty of transitioning back as you were.
As with everything, time moved forward and the world progressed. Sam became the new Captain America and SHIELD had reformed newer and better than ever before. With your extensive experience and training you were primed to take a newly created position as lead agent where you’d be working directly under Bucky who was now instated as head of field operations.
It was everything you had ever hoped and dreamed for. A perfect job, working with your closest friend, and receiving the recognition that you were one of the top agents outside of the Avengers. While the job wasn’t yours yet, you were confident the offer would be given to you any day now.
Standing in the kitchen eating buttered toast, you heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Bucky entering the room. He wore a particularly blank look on his face causing you worry.
“Hey, what’s up? You ok?” You asked him.
“I came to talk to you about the new position.”
Heart racing in your chest, you couldn’t believe the moment had finally arrived. “Yeah? What about it? Did you decide?”
“We uh. . . I ah, I decided to go with someone else to fill the lead agent job,” he mumbled. “I wanted to tell you in person. But I also want you to know this decision isn’t a reflection on your importance to the team.”
“I—what? How? How!” you bellowed, not believing what you were hearing. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing. You’re an amazing agent. One of the best. We— I had to do what I thought was best for the team at this point,” he explained.
Stunned, you didn’t know what to say so you just stood there staring at a wall just beyond Bucky’s head.
“Y/N, are you ok?” Bucky asked after several minutes of silence.
“Ok? You want to know if I’m ok?” you laughed. “I just had my best friend tell me they didn’t choose me for my dream job. I’ve just watched my ship sail away while I was chained to the shore. Am I ok? No! I’m not fucking ok. I’m fact, I’m kind of dying inside,” you sobbed, tears spilling over in anger and disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“Right, you’re sorry. Well so am I. I’m sorry I ever thought I was worth a god damn to this organization or to you,” you spat.
“Please don't do this,” Bucky pleaded.
“I just had my heart ripped out Bucky, I think I get to be a little reactive for the moment.”
“Alright, just please. . .don’t do anything rash, ok?”
Standing outside Bucky’s bedroom, you knocked on his door, half hoping he wasn’t there. A whirlwind of contradicting emotions swept through you. One moment you felt relief that it hadn’t been Bucky to make the decision, but then the next you felt the betrayal that he had lied to you all these years. No matter his reasons, you would never get those years back, yet you had to know the truth of why he would cause such a divide.
Just as you were about to turn around and leave you heard the knob turn and watched as the door opened to reveal a very shocked Bucky.
“Y/N? Is everything ok?” he asked on edge, unsure of why you had come to him.
“You lied to me,” you accused as you stormed past him into his room.
“What? What are you talking about? I’ve never lied to you,” he defended, staring you straight in the eyes after closing the door.
“The fuck you haven’t,” you spat at him. “I want to know why?”
“Why what? Y/N I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Fury told me,” you growled, as you curled your hands into fist at your side.
“He told you what?”
“That it wasn’t your decision. . .it was his. He’s the one that decided not to promote me. Why did you lie about that? Why did you let me hate you all this time?” You demanded. “Did he ask you to lie for him?”
“No, he didn’t know I lied until after.”
“So it was all your decision to throw away our friendship? And for what? To protect Fury?”
“I did it to protect you.”
“Protect me?” you questioned. “Protect me from what?”
“Being hurt,” he said softly.
“Hurt? You wanted to protect me . . . from being hurt. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but you fucking failed. I’ve had my heart ripped out twice now,” you squeaked, on the verge of tears.
“Fury was right. We clouded each other’s judgement and I was afraid that you were going to get hurt.”
“Was this because I missed the guy on the roof when you got shot? Because I didn’t ask you to jump in front of me,” you proclaimed.
“No, it’s not because of that. It. . . I mean it was an example but not just that incident,” he muttered.
“What are you talking about?”
Sighing deeply to collect his thoughts, Bucky took a moment to respond. “I was overly protective of you. And I was starting to make poor decisions to ensure your safety. And you were missing small things that endangered us. And those things only happened when we worked together.”
You had been seeking it for so long, you should have felt relief to have the answers. But you never could have anticipated this mess. For a moment you just stared at him, unsure of what to think or say.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I never thought it would end up like this. I thought the bond you and I had was stronger than this. That’s why I took the blame. I figured you’d forgive me. I know you haven’t seen it, but this has been hell on me too. I was furious at Nick for what he did. I wanted to leave SHIELD countless times, but Sam always persuaded me to stay.”
Then Bucky unexpectedly reached out and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ve missed you Y/N. It’s killed me everyday to know how much pain I caused you. To not see your face around here. Or to have you to talk to.”
“Bucky don’t,” you told him as you moved your face away from his hand. “Do not go down this road. I can’t. . . I just can’t. Not after everything.”
“But now you know. It wasn’t me. I didn’t deny you your dream-“
“But you did. You may not have taken away my dream job, but you lied to me. And you took away a different dream and so much more,” you said through tears.
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter now,” you scoffed.
“No, tell me. What other dream?” he pressed, cocking his head to the side.
Laughing gently to yourself, you sighed. “Once upon a time, I had a dream that was you and me. Together,” you started. “Foolish, I know. But I think I was in love with you and I held onto the hope that maybe someday. . . someday you’d see me for who I was and find me as amazing as I found you,” you confessed with a small, bitter smile.
“But then when you didn’t pick me for the promotion, it was like you were turning me down, closing off that possibility. I thought it was your way of letting me know you weren’t interested and didn’t see me as I saw you.
I was heartbroken.
And now I’m heartbroken all over again. And I know it’s dumb of me, foolish to feel so hurt even after all this time--”
“No, it’s not foolish. I felt the same way. I still do. I know my actions don't make any sense with that, but I was afraid,” he told you as he reached out and grabbed your hand. “Fury got into my head and I became so afraid you’d get hurt or killed if we continued working together. And I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you if I had the opportunity to protect you. I panicked. And I never had the nerve to act on my impulses for fear of ruining what we had.”
“You’re an idiot,” you deadpanned.
“Yeah, I am,” he smiled back. “I'm really, truly sorry Y/N. Can you forgive me?”
“I honestly don’t know Bucky. I’m . . . very confused right now. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, miss us. But my life went off the fucking rails and you had a big part in causing it. I can’t just be ok with that,” you explained.
“That's understandable. But maybe after we work together again on this Flag Smashers case, it’ll feel like old times and we can move on from the past.”
“I don’t think I’ll be helping with the Flag Smashers mission. In fact, I think I’ll be leaving SHIELD again,” you said.
“Y/N I’m begging you. I’ll get down on my hands and knees, please don’t leave again,” he pleaded with a strained look on his face.
“I appreciate finally knowing the truth. And maybe someday I’ll be able to forgive. But right now,” you sobbed, “I can’t be around here. It’s too painful.”
“Please, don’t. You don’t have to leave. I can go. Then your mom can stay and you can keep your job. It’s what you deserve,” he offered.
“Even if you left, there’s just too many memories here. And Fury sure as shit isn’t going anywhere anytime soon and I don’t think I can bear to be around him either,” you countered.
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know yet. This . . .I hate this feeling. I loved it here, and no place will ever compare. No partner will ever come close to what we had. And for a brief moment, I thought maybe I could recapture that magic. But it looks like I’ll have to find a new place to be from again.
Oh sorry! The 5,18,19 from the fluff list haha. Thank you!!
prompts “I’m so proud of you.” - “I love seeing you smile.” - “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”
pairing bucky barnes x reader
summary you and bucky reunite after a mission
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Bucky wasn’t expecting you to come until Saturday, so when he found you sleeping next to him, cuddling to his body on Thursday morning, he was surprised and curious.
You had been on your first solo mission for the week and although Bucky was worried sick, he was also very proud of you.
“Bucky? Stop moving.” you mumbled sleepily when his moves woke you up.
“Good morning to you too, sweetheart. How was the mission?” he asked and kissed your forehead.
“Successful but it felt like years, Buck. I missed you so much.” you kissed his neck and he smiled at your needy behaviour.
“I missed you too, baby. I am so proud of you.” he said, making you smile. You put your hands on his chest and looked at him with a smile on your face and he smiled too.
“I missed your smile. I love seeing you smile.” he said and kissed your nose, making you giggle. You kissed him on the lips, he kissed you back and rolled over so he was on the top of you. You two made out, his hands on your waist and your hands rubbing the back of his neck.
“I love you so much, honey.” he whispered after you stopped. He kissed nose again and you giggled again.
“Why are you wearing my sweater?” He asked when he saw you wearing one of his sweaters that he got as a gift in christmas. You looked so adorable in it that he wanted to take a picture and keep it with him forever.
“Because it smells like you.” You answered shyly, looking away from him. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed your cheeks.
“I am right here, baby.” he said and you buried your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
“I know.” you answered, still embarrassed.
“Hey, doll, if you want to wear it, you can, okay? It looks better on you anyways.” he grinned at the last part, making you smile.
Description: Idk what to properly title this. Reader has freckles. Okay that’s the big part of the story. Tony Stark is having another one of his parties and Natasha has decided to set Bucky up on a date with her friend. Oh and Bucky’s obsessed with freckles.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
POMF’s Note: This is set sometime after Wakandan Bucky because he’s still not *well* and he has his long hair.
. . . Freckles . . .
Why had he let Nat talk him into this? He’s not ready to “get out there” - as she had said. He’s not ready to talk— to have a full conversation with anyone he isn’t close to. Especially if that person is the opposite sex.
A date? This was a date right? Or maybe they were just going to hang tonight as friends. Why had Natasha decided to set him, of all people, up with her friend? If her friend was anything at all like Nat, this was going to be a long night.
He’s the man. He’s supposed to be able to “lead”. Lead the conversation, lead the lady around, lead everything. But if the mystery woman had any similar traits as Nat —independent, strong, hot-headed (sometimes) — there was no way he’d be able to go through with this.
And, of course, when he had asked about what she was like, which is a reasonable thing to ask, she smirked and had the audacity to giggle. Giggle. Natasha Romanoff does not giggle.
And now, here he was, failing for the fourth time to tie his tie. What kind of a man is he if he can’t even tie his own tie? Not the kind of man that should be going to a nice party to meet a strong, independent woman. He sighed, extremely frustrated with himself.
Get it together, Buck.
“Need some help?” Her voice startled him. He quickly looked up in the mirror to find Nat leaning against the doorframe with an amused smirk on her face.
“How long have you been watching?” He asked, trying once again to tie the lousy piece of fabric around his neck.
“I think I’ve seen enough.” She said softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she walked over to help.
She slapped his hands away from the tie. “Hey, really?” He grumbled lowly.
“Do you want my help?” She asked, without glancing up at him. And before he could answer she had already tied his tie, perfectly. How she manages to do everything seemingly perfect was beyond him.
“Thank you.” He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. He was trying to find any dignity he had to get his confidence up, but he couldn’t seem to find any.
“Will you at least tell me her name? Please, I need to know something about her before I meet her and make a complete fool out of myself.” His tone was hushed and slightly desperate.
She smiled to herself. “Y/N. Her name is, Y/N. And you won’t make a complete fool of yourself.” She reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
“How do you know? I couldn’t even tie my own tie, Nat. How am I supposed to charm her? This is a date right?” He had so many questions and none of them were being answered.
“Yes, Barnes. This is a date. I would’ve made it very clear if this was just a friendly meet up. You won’t make a fool of yourself because she won’t make you feel like one.” Her tone was reassuring. To say Bucky felt relieved when he heard that sentence was an understatement.
“So, I have to know, what do you think she’ll be like?” She looked in the mirror at herself and combed through her hair with her fingers, loosening her curls a little more.
“Based on the only information I have of her, which is her name?” He scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked before.
“Yeah.” A one word response.
He sucked in a breath and looked down at his shiny, very expensive looking shoes. What were they again? Italian leather? Oh right, the question. A blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks as he thought about his response. “She— she’ll probably be strong and independent.” He mumbled, tugging on the collar of his suddenly too tight shirt.
She wiped the corner of her mouth, removing excess lipstick. “You would be correct, Barnes. She’s strong and smart and beautiful. And she’s perfect for you.” Her smile was bright and her eyes held a lot of hope in them, which he rarely saw. He nodded and she exited the bathroom quietly, leaving him with only his thoughts.
He had never been a fan of Tony’s crazy parties that he seemed to throw all the time and for no good reason whatsoever.
There were so many people and even though Stark Tower was ginormous, there never seemed to be enough room for all the guests.
Bucky looked around for any sign of Natasha, Steve, or even Tony. But none of the familiar faces he knew were around. That irked him. Where were they?
He, rather frantically, started to look everywhere for anyone he knew, at that point. It was hot. Too hot. And too tight. He started to sweat and his heartbeat sped up uncomfortably. The door. He needed to leave right now. He couldn’t do this. All rational thoughts left his head and he was solely focused on getting to the door and leaving this awful party.
He made his way through the sea of already drunk bodies as quick as he could. It felt like forever before he was at the door to the stairwell. He hurried passed a couple as he began to quite literally ran down the stairs. All the way to the bottom floor.
He shoved one of the main doors open nearly hitting a man who was innocently trying to go inside.
“S-sorry.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, his breathing shallow and short. He stumbled out to the curb on the sidewalk and plopped down, putting his head between his knees in an attempt to keep the panic attack that was about to ensue at bay. He focused on his breathing and steadying his heartbeat.
When he finally seemed to calm down, he took a long inhale of breath and exhaled with a loud, exasperated sigh. The night had only just begun and here he was already having a breakdown.
Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder and he jumped up ready to defend himself.
“Woah! Hey, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve said quickly, putting a little distance between him and a heaving Bucky.
It was just Steve. “You scared the hell out of me, Steve! Where have you been? Where’s Natasha? Why were none of you at the party?”
“Did you know I basically had a panic attack? Yeah, all because I couldn’t find anyone familiar at this stupid party—“
“Bucky.” Steve said a little louder. Bucky stopped talking and looked at him with a what-I’m-busy-trying-to-explain look.
“We were all meeting Y/N. As soon as Natasha said she was going to set you guys up, I wanted to meet her. And so did everyone else. We wanted to make sure she had good intentions. Don’t want her going around breaking your heart on us.” Steve smirked lightly, trying to lighten the tone of their conversation.
Bucky had completely forgotten he was even meeting her tonight. That was tonight. He’s not ready. He had undone his tie in the process of trying to flee the crowded building and in the midst of having a panic attack, he had messed up his hair.
Quickly he started to smooth his hair down then he began re-buttoning the top few buttons on his dress shirt. Then it was the tie all over again. And this time, his hands were shaking. It was hopeless. He was hopeless.
“I’m hopeless, Steve. I’m tellin’ you, I’m cursed. And I’ve lost all of my charm. How am I supposed to charm her without my charm?!” Bucky frantically asked his best friend.
Steve chuckled to himself. “Here.” He helped Bucky straighten his tie. “Your hair looks fine, your tie is tied. I don’t think anything is missin’. Ya ready?” He smiled brightly.
“Charm, Steve. You’re forgetting I don’t have any charm anymore! I’m not smooth like I used to be. And if she’s as beautiful as I pictured her,” He pauses for a moment. “Hell, Steve, I’m going to be in serious trouble.” The concern in Bucky’s tone was prominent. He really didn’t want to mess this up.
“Buck, listen to me. I just met her. And you know what I think? I think that she is going to make you feel like you know what you’re doing, even if you don’t. She doesn’t care if you’re smooth or charming. If she wanted that, she’d probably be going for Stark. Look, pal, I don’t want to tell you everything about her or it’ll ruin the get-to-know-you part of this set up. Just be yourself. She’s just as excited to meet you as you are to meet her. So what do ya say, Buck? Are you ready?” Steve finished enthusiastically. Bucky was silent for a moment.
“No.” And then he walked passed Steve, walking back toward the tower
“That’s my boy!” He exclaimed triumphantly. He ran up to catch up with Bucky and threw his arm over his shoulders, smiling from ear to ear.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, the air began to suffocate Bucky. He shirt was too tight again. His tie had him in a chokehold. He felt so clammy everywhere for some reason. Steve led him to the bar, where Y/N and Natasha were apparently.
There she was. Or at least he assumed. I mean she was talking to Natasha and her back was to him. As he walked closer, it felt like he was walking through deep mud. His hands began to shake again and he could feel the perspiration on his forehead. He just hoped she wouldn’t notice. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, he chose to awkwardly stand there. Natasha made eye contact with him and nodded, making Y/N turn around to see him.
She stood up gracefully, smiling like an angel at him. At him. Bucky had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t imagining this whole exchange.
“We’ll leave you two alone. Have fun.” Natasha smiled and waved them goodbye, taking Steve’s arm and pulling him away.
Talk, you idiot!
“Hi.” He cringed as his voice came out higher pitched than usual.
“Hello, Mr. Barnes.” She said sweetly.
“Please, call me, Bucky.” He smiled back at her. The angel. Where to begin.
Her hair was curled to perfection, framing her face in the most pleasant way.
Her dress was a dark, wine red color, complimenting her skin perfectly. The dress was more modest than most of the dresses worn by the other women at the party. It fell just above her ankles and her shoulders were exposed in the most elegant of ways.
Her eyes, somehow light and dark. Sparkling in the light and so deep he might fall in.
And if he thought she couldn’t be any more beautiful, he would have been incredibly wrong. Now, Bucky has a thing for freckles. He doesn’t know what it is. It’s just the perfect amount of imperfect perfection anyone could have.
And Y/N’s face was covered with them. Little tiny sun kisses across her nose, peppering her cheeks and her forehead. And she even had freckles speckled across her collarbones.
He was sure he had just fallen in love. From head to toe she was stunning. He was convinced she was an angel straight from Heaven. She was ethereal.
“You— you look very beautiful.” It was obvious Bucky did not have a way with words. He could’ve used any other word and it would’ve been better. Gorgeous, stunning, angelic, breath-taking (literally).
Shyly she smiled, looking down at her shoes to avoid his gaze. “Thank you, Bucky.” His name falling from her lips was like nothing he’d ever heard before.
A silence crept up between the pair as Y/N turned to watch the dance floor.
The music was so loud, it was pulsating through Bucky, only making him more on edge. Noticing how she watched the guests that were dancing, he realized he may as well ask her to dance.
Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “Would you like to dance?”
When she didn’t look at him or respond in anyway, it made it his stomach drop. He licked his lips before leaning slightly closer and speaking up.
“Would you like to dance?” And she turned to him with the brightest of smiles painting her lips. “Of course I’d like to dance!”
He held his hand out for her taking and then lead her out into the mess of bodies that were “dancing”, though to Bucky they were more just stepping and jumping.
Just as soon as they make it to one of the corners of the dance floor, Bucky gulps when he realized he doesn’t know what to do. What kind of dance is appropriate and what is the song? Of course he’d never heard it before. As he starts to look around him for clues on what to do, a slower paced song begins to play. His heart drops as he watches people pair up and start to sway. He was sweating and he could feel another panic attack starting to come on.
Y/N seemed to pick up on his anxiety and decided to take the lead. Gently, she took his hands in her own. And Bucky noticed how she didn’t flinch when she felt his metal hand. It’s like he was in a trance as he let her completely take control.
She placed his hands on her waist and without skipping a beat, placed her own on his shoulders. She began to sway back and forth, slowly and softly as Bucky began to pick up the rhythm.
He couldn’t seem to look away from her eyes. So soft and adoring. Then her arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Closer.
He no longer feels like he’s on the brink of panic but instead he’s filled with a sense of peace and softness that he’s never felt before. His confidence was coming back and without really thinking, he wrapped his arms around her back, tugging her even closer. He didn’t miss the way her breath hitched in surprise. Y/N rested her forehead on his shoulder for a moment, trying to hide her blushing face. And she was just so beautiful, an angel in his arms.
As the song comes to an end, the two gradually pull away and the wonderful, slow moment that was shared is shattered when the next loud pop song comes on.
Y//N is blushing and Bucky is blushing and it’s like the two are at a middle school dance. “Would you like a drink?” His voice comes out strong and leading. She simply nodded her head linking her arm with his as they walked to the bar.
Bucky lost count of the number of songs that went by whilst the two drank and shared stories and talked. But now Y/N is tipsy and well, Bucky is not because of the serum but she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind.
Before they knew it, the party was over. The amount of people in the room diminished quickly. Quiet replacing the booming music.
Y/N clears her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Well, I better be going…” Her sentence trailed off. Bucky looked back up at her from his drink.
“Can I walk you?” Without even trying to hide her excitement, she nodded vigorously, causing Bucky to stifle a laugh.
He offered her his hand once more, which she graciously took since the room was now spinning.
“Thank you.” She mumbled under her breath, a blush painting her cheeks as she hiccuped. Bucky could only smile as she leaned into him.
As the pair left the tower, she simply pointed in the general direction of her apartment. Her steps were small and uneven and he wrapped the arm around her shoulders tighter so she wouldn’t stumble to the ground.
Bucky inhaled the night air slowly, his foot steps falling at the same pace as hers. There was a slight chill in the air and he felt peaceful for the first time that day.
She stopped rather abruptly, dragging Bucky out of his thoughts. He let the arm around her shoulders fall as she bent down to unstrap her heels. She was mumbling under her breath, something about her feet being sore and her hair that kept getting in her mouth.
“Okay.” She stated, more to herself than to Bucky, as she straightened up again.
“Here—,” He started, reaching to grab the shoes from her hand. “Oh you don’t have to—,” Her words slurred together before he cut her off.
“Ma’ raised a gentleman, darlin’.” The grin his lips contagious. “Let me help you out.”
She only nodded before wrapping her arms around his right one, leaning into him again.
When they make it to Y/N’s apartment, she is reluctant to open the door. Or maybe she was truly so disoriented that she really couldn’t find her keys.
Her eyebrows rose when she finally found them, holding them up for Bucky to see. He nodded, lips in a straight line as a silence settled over them.
She fumbled with getting the key in the lock, muttering about her shaky fingers. The door clicked but she didn’t open it choosing to instead turn around to face Bucky.
He chose to look down at his shoes rather than her sparkling eyes. Y/N cleared her throat, somewhat unsure of what to do next.
Without thinking, she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned up to place a clumsy kiss on his cheek. Bucky couldn’t stop the heat that crept up the back of his neck and seeped into his cheeks. He finally looked at her, finding her eyes already on him. Suddenly she hiccups again, her face red, and she starts to back away. The door ended up being much closer than she previously thought as she bumped into it, another hiccup leaving her lips.
Bucky didn’t know how someone so clumsy and drunk could still look so beautiful and adorable.
“Ope— there’s the door.” She giggled, biting her lip as she mumbled out an apology to the inanimate object.
Y/N cleared her throat. “Thank you for the wonderful night, Bucky Barnes.” The smile on her face so genuine and sweet that it made Bucky break into a wide grin of his own.
“Of course, Y/N. Sleep tight.” His voice was low and warm and it made butterflies erupt in her stomach.
She opened the door. “Good night, Buck—,” a hiccup interrupting her sentence. “Bucky.”
He had to bite his lip to keep his smile from getting too big as she slowly shut the door behind her. And he definitely wanted to see her again.
prompts “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” “You’re really warm.”
pairing bucky barnes x reader
summary bucky comes home after a mission
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Bucky was finally home after a mission, He couldn’t wait to hold you again after being away from each other for a week.
He silently opened the bedroom door, just to find you sleeping in the bed. He didn’t turn on the lights to not wake you up. He just changed into his boxers in the dark and laid on the bed, wrapping his arms around you.
“Mmm… Bucky?” you mumbled sleepily, opening your eyes. You smiled tiredly when you saw Bucky, kissed his chin and put your head back on his chest.
“Hi doll.” he whispered and kissed your hair, smelling your shampoo.
“I missed you. You are warm.” you mumbled again when you felt his naturally warm skin, making him chuckle.
“I missed you so much too, sweetheart. Is that my shirt you are wearing?” he asked when he realised that you were wearing one of his shirts, certainly too big for your smaller body.
“You mean our shirt?”
“Well, I am pretty sure it was my shirt last time I checked, but since it looks way better on you it’s hard to prove.” he said and laughed, making you laugh too.
“It smelled like you, baby. I miss your scent so much when you are not here.” you confessed and hid your face in the crook of his neck.
“I am here now, doll.” he kissed your hair again and hugged you even tighter.
Ooooh I love thisssss can I please please please request
Angst Prompt - 2
General Prompt - 7
Hehhehehehehehehehe I can’t waittttt 💗💗💗💗
prompts “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?” “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
pairing bucky barnes x reader
summary Is she really just a friend?
warnings angst. friends with benefits. fluff.
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“We are just friends.” Bucky would say every time someone would assume that you two are dating when you two join an event as each other’s date.
Is she really just a friend? Bucky would think sometimes.
Bucky would touch you like no one did before. You would make him feel things he never felt before.
But you two were just friends.
He would spend nights in your bed. He would spend days thinking about you.
This had to end. It was torture to him. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t listen, he couldn’t sleep. He was tired of thinking of you in that way when he knew that you would never love him back.
“I think we should stop.” he said. You were laying naked next to him, sitting up when you heard his words, covering your breasts with the sheets.
“What?” your voice was calm.
“I-I think we should end whatever this is, y/n.” your name felt unfamiliar on his lips, unlike the pet names he always called you. You looked him in the eye and he felt a wave of regret when he saw tears in your y/e/c eyes.
“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?” you mumbled and looked away from his eyes trying to hide your tears.
“It meant everything, doll. I can’t keep doing this because it meant everything. You are everything. I love you and I can’t handle it if you walk away again.” there wears tears in his eyes too.
“Really?” you asked and Bucky held your hands in his.
“Really, honey.” Bucky smiled at you.
“Say it again.”
“That you love me.” you said.
“I love you.” he said with a smile and you smiled back at him. You leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips, leaving him wanting more.
“I love you too, Bucky.” He grinned wider than ever and kissed both of your cheeks before asking
“Will you stay this time?”
“At least take me out on a date first, Barnes.” you said with a grin, making him laugh.
“I’ll take you to as many dates as you want for the rest of our lives, doll. Just stay with me tonight.” he said and kissed you.
summary your compliments have a very special effect on bucky.
warnings none. fluff.
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“Doll, can you help me for a second?” you heard Bucky saying and left the bathroom.
You two were getting ready for one of Tony’s galas. You were doing your makeup while Bucky was getting dressed.
“Yes, honey?” you walked inside the room and saw Bucky trying to tie his tie.
“I-I swear I knew how to tie these. I just.... It’s so complicated.” Bucky said and you laughed, tying it quickly. He gave you a kiss to thank you before turning to the mirror again to fix his suit. You hugged him from the back, your arms around his waist as you both faced the mirror.
“You look handsome.” you kissed his shoulder. Bucky blushed at the unexpected compliment. He looked down to hide his rosey cheeks.
“Bucky Barnes, are you blushing?” you asked and unwrapped your arms around his waist, cupping his cheeks to make him look at you. You giggled, making him laugh too.
“You are just very kind, dollface.” He kissed you tenderly, making you melt.
“It's just the truth, Bucky. You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” you said, knowing that he’ll blush even more and he did. You kissed his rosey cheeks between the laughs, making him laugh too.
“I love you so much, Bucky.” you said between laughs and kisses.