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In the Blink of an Eye | Bucky Barnes (Mafia AU)

mafia!bucky barnes x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: With Bucky Barnes, the mafia lord of New York, as your boyfriend, you're usually safe from any and all harm. With a date night gone wrong and your boyfriend distracted, though, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

A/N: Another one of my favorites because come on, who doesn't love mob Bucky? If you couldn't tell by now, angst is my thing lol, but I'm working on some fluffier oneshots! True to my word, this one's a reader insert for all you lovelies, enjoy and as always keep dreaming 🤍

Warnings: mafia!Bucky, violence, angst, kidnapping, drugging, language, mentions of torture, fluffy ending because I just can't help myself.

Word Count: 5,896

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I knew the dangers when I started. I knew the risks. I welcomed them, I embraced them. They did not scare me and they haven't even now, so many months later.

We always seem to think we know ourselves so well, that we know what we'd do in every situation. I thought I knew.

Then I fell in love.

When you're in love, well, everything changes. For the first time, there's another person that you cannot live without. For the first time, you begin to realize just how far you'd go to keep that love, to strengthen it. I used to avoid love, used to think it was worthless.

Then I met Bucky Barnes, Wolf of the North and mafia lord of New York, and I fell harder than I ever have before.

I love him more than anything else in my life, and so I took on the risks willingly. When you love someone that deeply, that ardently, nothing is a risk. Besides, I knew that he would do everything in his power to protect me. Bucky would never let anything bad happen to me.

That's where I went wrong. Not in overestimating him, but underrating what can happen in the blink of an eye.

"Bucky, I think that guy's following us"

He acts as though he's heard me, but his eyes are glued to the phone in his hand as we weave through the crowds in the New York night. He never usually ignores me like this, and even though I'm growing annoyed, I'm hurt by his lack of attention too.

"We'll be fine, even if he is he wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything" Bucky brushes off, not even looking up from his phone. I let out a small huff as we approach the front of the bar and nightclub he owns.

Before we make it to the doors, I grab his well-muscled arm and gently tug him to face me. He looks up now, his usually softened ice blue eyes plagued with business and stress.

"I thought tonight was just for us, my love" I remind. Something softens in his gaze but he ices it down and doesn't as much as touch me.

"It is, but I have some business to attend to first" his gravelly voice replies.

"Business?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow and smiling softly at him, "You can get business any night, but I-"

"Just give me ten minutes, Y/N." my boyfriend interrupts, and if it were any other day I'd say something back. Too exhausted from work to want an argument, though, I simply sigh and decide to show him patience.

"Alright, you have 10 minutes."

We walk inside, but before we do I cast one more glance back towards the man who I saw following us. My heart hits the floor when my eyes connect directly with his across the street. His mousy brown hair and disheveled brown leather jacket and white shirt set me on edge, so I quickly turn around and follow Bucky into his club.

As soon as I'm back by his side, he presses a gentle but burning hand to my back, his touch, however small, still intoxicating me after all this time. Normally, he'd lean over and whisper sweet nothings or promises of love in my ear and I'd shiver at the whisper of his voice so near, but now he barely even touches me. His mind is so preoccupied with work, I know that, but it has been all week since this weekend is his rival's gala.

But I feel ignored and unappreciated and it's killing me.

The pounding music of the club wraps around me, making it harder to keep my thoughts straight. Bucky and I walk straight to the back of the club, where his business no doubt waits. He pulls away from me without so much as a goodbye, and my heart tugs. Quickly I grab his hand, making him glance at me.

"Bucky, this guy is really freaking me out," I repeat, and I know he said I'll be fine but I need him to be here with me, "Please, stay with me."

"Doll, you're gonna be fine. Now-"

I cut him off, getting frustrated.

"No Bucky! I can fight, sure, but if he-" I interrupt, only for him to cut me right back off.

"Drop it, Y/N. Just go to the bar or something" Bucky growls, pulling out of my grip and walking into the office without a single glance back at me.

My heart cracks.

He's never like this, ever. He's usually so protective it's overbearing, and yet the one time I need that to feel secure, he refuses. I can take care of myself, but I'm not stupid. And no matter how capable and independent I may be, Bucky brings a level of safety to me that I can't describe.

And yet here he is, leaving me alone in his bar with someone following us.

I huff out a sigh and try not to look too forlorn as I traipse over to the bar. Almost as soon as I've arrived and sat at an open bar stool, the bartender who has become somewhat of a friend over the last few months approaches me.

"And how is my favorite customer?" He asks, his hands busy preparing a drink. I shrug, offering him a soft smile.

"I'm alright, Lee," I respond, playing with the edge of my sleeve, "Just a whiskey please."

"Sure thing, Y/N," Lee says, his brows furrowed as he steps away to make my drink. When the glass slides in front of me, I grab onto it with tired fingers.

"So, do you want me to ask what's really going on or do you want me to believe the lie?" The bartender asks, making me raise my gaze from the amber liquid and to my friend's face. He must see the tears gathering in my eyes because a hint of concern grows. I never break like this.

"Believe the lie, please" I nearly whisper, desperate to not have this conversation right now. Lee stares at me for a second longer before nodding.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

When he walks away to take care of another customer, I'm left feeling alone and forgotten in my boyfriend's bar. I sip on the alcohol and seconds turn to minutes, and ten minutes soon becomes twenty. I feel patience slipping and am seconds away from barging into that room and giving my boyfriend a piece of my mind when another voice pipes up beside me.

"I thought tonight was date night," The voice says, and I can't put a face to it. When I turn, the haze of alcohol clears instantly and my spine snaps straight. The music dulls into a hum. The lights grow darker. The color leeches from my body. My hand trembles around the almost empty glass.

It's him. He's got the same messy hair, the same brown jacket. The same hungry eyes.

Instantly, I clamp down hard on my rising panic. I refuse to fall into hysterics of any kind right now. This is the safest place for me to be right now, so I should have nothing to worry about. Instead, I simply shake my head and turn forward, downing the last of my second whiskey.

"You're another kind of stupid if you think anything is going to happen to me in here," I inform, my tone even and calm despite the throbbing, tearing panic within me that makes me want to sprint for Bucky.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not going to do anything," the man responds, his tone just as even as mine.

I furrow my brows at the ease of his response, but all at once it hits me. My head begins to spin and with each second that passes, my mind begins to fog. No. No. No.

He drugged me.

How did he get it into my drink?

How did I not see it? Smell it? Taste it?

I shove out of my chair so fast that the stool screeches against the hard floor. The sound is absorbed into the mass of the club, though, and an arm snakes around my waist.

"No," I manage out, but the connection between my body and brain seems to be almost severed. The words come out sluggish and far away and when I try to pull from the stalker's hold, my body barely moves.

Instead, I'm left stumbling like I'm drunk with this man guiding me towards the exit as if he's helping me to a cab. The bouncers. Ed and Damien, they won't let him take me. They'll stop him, they'll get him away from me.

"Don't make a scene, Y/N. Your boyfriend isn't even out of his office." My kidnapper's voice slithers into my ear, making my stomach church with nausea.

My boyfriend. Bucky. Oh God, where is Bucky? Why can't I seem to remember where Bucky went? Why he's not here? Why I was alone?

"Bucky, Bucky's gonna-" I slur out, sounding absolutely wasted to the unknowing ear.

"I know, Mr. Barnes going to be so glad I got you home safely," he says suddenly, his entire body shifting tone. I furrow my brows and manage to look and see us just passing Ed and Damien at the door. Even though I can really see straight, I see the two bouncers block the exit when they see me.

"Hey man, what's going on?" I hear Ed ask.

"Nothing much to see, Boss just wanted me to take his lady home," the stalker says, his grip on me tighter than it must appear, "She had a little too much to drink."

Too much to drink? Did I? Why can't I remember what's happening? I didn't think I did but...but maybe I did. Who is this man? He said he's taking me home, maybe Bucky had to cancel date night. It was date night, right?

Both Ed and Damien furrow their brows and look to me, immediate concern drawing on their features when they see the state of me. Some lucid part of me screams to alert them of something, anything, but the thought doesn't come to fruition. It dies somewhere along a neuron and leaves me tripping over my own feet and speechless.

"I've never seen you before, man. How do we know that boss told you to take her home?" Damien asks. My escort doesn't miss a step.

"The Wolf is in states nowadays, isn't he boys?" The stalker replies, and that lucid part sparks up again in protest at the familiar words. That's the code phrase to ensure safety in moments like this.

He knows the code phrase.

They're going to let him take me.

I do what I can to struggle as Ed and Damien step aside, but it only comes across as trying to walk on my own, because the bouncers chuckle slightly.

"Relax Y/N, don't overdo it" Ed quips.

"Rest up, miss. I'll let boss know you got home safely." Damien follows up.

And the lucid part of me fades into the drug haze as my kidnapper guides me out of the safest place on earth without so much of a gun fight. The cool night air slaps me in the face and I whisper, trying to struggle again only to forget why I'm struggling in the first place. My body feels like I'm running through neck-high mud, anyways. Any sharp movements I try to make end in my hands barely moving.

"Bucky," I breathe, an urgency in that word. Beyond the haze and the forgetfulness and the confusion, there's a deep and piercing need to scream out that name. I can't figure out why, but I need him. I can't...I need...

My head's spinning, or maybe it's the world. My stomach is twisting and turning and twisting and turning and tw-

"He can't save you now. He didn't even put up a fight to protect you," that ugly, slimy voice says as a car door opens, "What a shame. A treasure like you should be guarded. But I guess finder's keeper's."

Then I'm shoved into a car and everything goes black.

||| James Buchanan Barnes

Y/N's going to actually kill me. As in my liver on a plate kill me.

The meeting that I promised would only be ten minutes has now gone for forty, and by now she's probably restless, hungry, and a little tipsy.

Great, and I pissed her off earlier so tonight is going to be so much fun.

I pull a hand through my dark hair with a slight groan as the man I was doing business with finally leaves my office. I sit for a second in the semi-quiet of my room, the pounding of music and laughter dulled by the walls. I know I shouldn't have gotten short with her earlier, but damn she wouldn't let up on me with the whole "stalker" thing.

My club is the safest place for her. I would never let anything happen to her, so for her to even think that...I sigh again, shoving it from my mind. It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is finding my girlfriend and making all of this shit up to her. I rise from my leather chair and walk out of my office, the dulled sounds roaring into full force.

My eyes immediately shoot towards the bar to find my girl only to see an absence of her. With furrowed brows, I sweep my gaze towards the dance floor. Even crowded with people, I don't see her. I roll my eyes instantly, knowing what probably happened. She probably went home, probably's pissed as hell at me. I brush off my suit jacket and walk up to Lee at the bar, immediately garnering his attention. He smiles at me.

"Hey boss, can I get you anything?" He asks.

"No I'm good, thanks Lee," I respond, leaning on the bar with one arm and pinching the bridge of my nose, "Have you seen Y/N? I think I pissed her off."

There's a pause that makes me look over at my bartender. He's looking at me weirdly as he slides a drink to a customer and laughs slightly.

"Real funny, boss," Lee says, cleaning out a few glasses. I straighten up slightly, my brows furrowing deeper and my jaw setting.

"What's so funny, Lee? Have you seen her or not?" I ask, quickly losing my patience. I always thought he had a thing for her, always was too-

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Lee asks genuinely, cutting off my thoughts. When I don't respond, he realizes I'm not joking and his face goes grave, "So you didn't send her home twenty minutes ago?"

The world tilts around me and every ounce of anger, annoyance, and frustration leaves me in an instant. My heart drops like an anchor at sea and I don't dare to believe what Lee's words mean.

"She left twenty minutes ago," I begin slowly, trying desperately to hold myself together and not jump to a conclusion, "With someone who said I sent them to take her home."

Lee's face is slowly falling as he realizes the situation at hand. I feel so sick to my stomach that I can barely stand when Lee gives a faint nod. My world stops and then starts and then stops again.

"I never gave that order." I breathe.

"Bucky, I think that guy's following us"

I brushed her off.

"Bucky, this guy is really freaking me out. Please, stay with me."

I ignored her. I snapped at her. I prioritized work over the light of my life. I told her she'd be fine.

I left her.

Lee is saying something to me but I don't hear it as I shove away and storm over to Ed and Damien, my bouncers. My face is a painting of fury and shame and worry and panic and it's a storm that catches Ed and Damien's attention. They stop what they're doing and look to me, their brows furrowing.

"Boss, what's-"

"You let her leave?" I strangle out, my heart slamming in my chest and my fists balled by my sides, "You let a stranger take her away?"

The two share a confused glance before looking back to me.

"A stranger? Boss, the man who took Haven home knew the code," Ed informs.

"Did you not send him?" Damien suddenly asks, his face tightening in instant panic.

He knew the code. He knew the code and he somehow got my doll, my fighter, out without so much of a warning.

And it's all my fault.

"Shut the club down, get everyone out. Call together all of our forces. Tell them-" My voice breaks, raw emotion clawing up my throat, "Tell them Y/N's been taken."

I don't wait for a response and shove out into the cold night, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I was so obsessed with the gala this week that Hydra, our arch nemesis, was putting on, that I stopped paying attention to the only part of my life that matters. I have a lot of things, all of which I could live without, but I cannot live without her.

And I left her.

I left her and now she's gone.

She tried to warn me, she tried to tell me someone was following us. She tried to get me to stay with her, to not leave her. And yet I walked away. I just walked away like she didn't even matter and I left vulnerable and alone the only person in this entire fucking universe I love. It's all my fault, and I'll spend every second of the rest of my life trying to make it up to her.

If I can even find her in time, before she-

No. I will find her and she will live. I will burn down this whole damn world if I have to, and I will not stop. Not until every person who laid a finger on my girl is dead. I will paint the world crimson with their blood until I find her, and once I do I will never, never, ignore or leave her again.

That's not a threat. It's a promise.

||| Your POV

The collar secured to my throat is too tight, the metal no doubt leaving red grooves in my skin.

It hurts worse when Alexander Pierce, the mafia lord of Hydra, tugs the matching chain leash attached to it, pulling me closer to him and almost making me stumble mid-step.

The gala is glamorous, and my gown is nothing short of it as well. Pierce even went through the trouble of having someone do my hair. What he didn't do was my makeup.

That way anyone could see the dried blood and bruises littering my skin.

It's a scare tactic, I know that. A way to signal to everyone here that he's in charge and that he can't be defied. But I think he's got a bigger reason in mind for it all, the collar and the hideous marks on my skin.

And that reason is my boyfriend.

I can practically feel people's eyes follow me as I walk as steadily as I can at the end of Pierce's leash. Despite the radiating, excruciating pain that each step incurs, I keep my body steady and my chin high. I let the policemen and officials that are on his payroll and all of the members of his mafia see my bruises and cuts. He's parading me, so I'm going to put on a damn show.

A show to hide how mind-numbingly terrified I am right now.

Behind my set jaw and my cold eyes, I'm fighting back tears. The pain is mixing with the fear of the last few days to make a perfect storm within me. I'm terrified that any moment could be my last, that more pain could await me, that Bucky might never come for me

Or worse. That he doesn't even care.

Regardless of whether or not he cares, I'm still not going to give a single detail out. Even when Pierce himself tortured me until all I knew was blood and pain and fear, I said nothing. He didn't get a single word out of me. I just sat there, strapped to an iron chair, and took it. Every blow, every slice, every shout. At times my mind spared me and allowed me to slip into the sweet nothingness of unconsciousness, but it wouldn't be long after that I awoke to my head shoved into cold water to revive me.

And here I am, now taking a seat at the Dias of his gala room beside the mafia lord of Hydra, my boyfriend's sworn rival, with a collar around my neck tied to his wrist.

The music that wafts from the live orchestra is disturbingly jovial and light, filling the air with a sense of peace that provides such a stark juxtaposition to my insides that I almost puke. I sit ever so stiffly in my chair beside Pierce, my back burning with each movement because of the new stripes across its tender flesh.

As I feel warm liquid slide down my skin, I suddenly understand why Pierce insisted my dress be a dark maroon. I thought it was as at first just a beacon to everyone to show who I was with because it was his signature color, but I know better now. It's to hide the blood that seeps from my still-healing and probably infected wounds.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Pierce asks, and I don't even have to turn towards him to know he wears a devilish smirk. A cruel man's trademark of victory.

I stay silent.

I hear him click his tongue as he sits back in his ornate chair, "All this quality time together and all I've heard from your voice has been your screams. No matter how pretty they are, doesn't seem polite to me."

This time, I can't hold myself back.

"Neither is kidnapping another human being and treating them like a prisoner of war," I announce, my voice raw and hoarse from the screaming and shouting of the past few days, "So pardon me if I'm not feeling too polite."

It's a bold move, but I make it anyways, gambling that he wouldn't lash out in the midst of his party. A little breath of relief escapes me when he chuckles.

"And here I was under the impression you were a sweet, soft-spoken sort of woman. My sources misjudged you." Pierce responds.

Of course he's been watching me. A scheme like this doesn't happen overnight. He's been planning this for a while, now. Pierce knew exactly when Bucky would be most vulnerable, when the defenses would be the loosest. It makes me want to scream.

"You're going to die for this," I whisper, quietly but not softly. There's his laugh again.

"Oh honey," Pierce starts, his voice condescending as if I were a toddler, "Careful with blind faith. What makes you so sure Barnes will make it out of this alive?"

His words unsettle something so deep within me that if I spend more than a few seconds touching on it, I'll shatter. Instead, I turn to look at Alexander Pierce for the first time since we've sat down. My eyes are cold and harsh upon him and the shining metal of the collar that tethers us.

"What makes you so sure it will be Bucky who kills you?"

He has the good sense to look the slightest bit unnerved, and I give him a smirk of my own, "Like you said before, your men sorely misjudged me."

Before he can respond, one of the guards that stands behind us steps forward and whispers something in the mafia lord's ear. Whatever he says makes Pierce grin fiercely as he looks back to me and gives the collar a tug.

"Your White Wolf is here."

My heart jumps so hard that I forget how to function. For a moment, everything else fades and dims away, even the biting pain wrapping me like a blanket of thorns. I snap my head back forward and when I see him I swear I almost break right then and there.

Because his eyes are already on me, and they're coated with fury.

It takes every ounce of strength I have to not dissolve into tears, to not let my fear show.

He's here.

He's here.

Bucky found me.

When our eyes meet, something so primal and raw ignites in his features. He looks seconds away from shattering as his chest heaves, his eyes scouring every inch of me. I feel undone before him, as if the dress doesn't hide a single thing that Pierce and his men have done to me.

"James Barnes," Pierce announces, snapping the connection between us swiftly, "I thought you'd never come. I hope you don't mind, I think I've stolen your date for the evening."

Then he wraps his palm around the chain leash and yanks it so hard that I nearly tumble out of the chair. His hand is there to stop me as it grabs my jaw in a bruising grip. Pierce hums, turning my face side to side before forcing it forward to the crowd that now watches. Bucky is painted with dark rage and looks seconds away from ending Pierce's life.

"She makes quite the pretty pet."

Bucky begins to storm forward only for two of the guests who belong to Pierce's mafia to grip onto his arms and prevent him.

"Take your fucking hand off of her, Pierce, or I swear I'll-" Bucky growls, and hearing his voice is enough to ease some of the knot that's wound in my chest these last few days.

"You'll what?" Alexander asks, releasing my chin but remaining ever so calmly in his seat beside me, "You must not care that much for my pet, after all you were the one to ignore her."

There's a bone-crushing silence and I see that same something shatter in my love's gaze.

"You shoved her off, you left her alone," Alexander cuts out, reaching out and running a hand through my hair, "You so carelessly let her slip through your fingers and here you are pretending to care."

"What I did was unforgivable, I know that," Bucky says suddenly, and I see even from here the silver lining his eyes as he speaks, "But she is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. If you need to punish someone, don't let it be her."

"You don't deserve her," Pierce says, and I want to scream that he's wrong but Bucky cuts me off. His eyes clash with mine and I fall in love all over again.

"I know," he says so softly that I almost miss it. I try to shake my head 'no', but Pierce tightens the collar, making me whimper.

Bucky shoves off the two men holding him, composing himself and standing stiffly a good ways before us.

"Let her go, Pierce," Bucky reiterates, his tone harsh once more and his stare pure murder, "I won't ask again."

Pierce clicks his tongue beside me, letting up on my leash to let me relax slightly.

"Oh Barnes, did you really waltz in here thinking you'd walk back out?"

There's a deadly silence and I swear you can hear my heart smash into the floor even though I expected this. With every second between his last words and his next, I grow more panicked.

"I have you surrounded, Barnes. You're not getting out of this," Pierce announces. Bucky doesn't look the least bit unnerved, though.

Pierce reaches you to an ear piece I didn't know was there and touches it, "Guns at attention."

From my spot next to him, all I hear is static. There's no response coming back, and the confusion becomes evident on Alexander's face at the same moment I realize what's going on. Hope like a new sunrise breaks in me and I look over at Bucky to find him smirking. He winks at me once before furrowing his brows at Pierce.

"What's wrong, can't reach your men?" Bucky taunts.

And then all Hell breaks loose.

Guns are firing and people are screaming and within seconds, Bucky's mafia that's already infiltrated the gala hall appears from the woodwork, their guns raised and keeping the few mafia members left under gun point. Bucky just stands coolly in the midst as another deadly silence blankets the room. I can practically feel the rage draining off of Alexander.

"Get him!" Pierce suddenly shouts, and what few men are left charge at Bucky. Including the personal guards around us. The gunfire begins again, and the classy event is soon painted crimson.

I take the brief moment of chaos to my advantage and shoot up from my seat. As soon as Pierce registers that I'm moving, it's too late. Despite the screaming of my body, I sprint behind Pierce's chair and brace one heeled foot at its back. Then, before he can reach for a gun, I wrap the leash he's collared me with around his neck and pull back, strangling him with the own device he subjected me under.

His hands claw desperately at the chain and I feel my exhausted muscles trembling, but I refuse to let up. I keep holding the chain tighter and snap my gaze up in Bucky's direction just in time to see him shoot a guard between the eyes.

"Bucky!" I shout, gaining his attention instantly.

I know I can't hold Pierce off much longer, so Bucky will need to help me take him down while I've got him strangled to the chair. The metal is cutting deep into his skin when Bucky begins fighting desperately to reach us. Before he can, though, Pierce gets a purchase on the chain and yanks with such force that it sends my body flying over him and the chair. I land flat on my back so hard on the tile that the air rushes out of my lungs and every cut and tear rips open.

"Y/N!" Bucky roars, and it rattles my very bones

I gasp and groan in pain simultaneously, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. The second I can breathe again, Pierce is dragging me backwards by the chain.

"No!" I shout, reaching up and gripping the chain before yanking it.

We tug back and forth as he drags me, but I manage to hook my foot around one of the overturned chairs and use the leverage to yank the chain so hard that I hear a snap followed by a shrill yell.

I just broke his wrist.

When I pull again, the chain comes free and a weight lifts from my shoulders. I scramble to my feet, about to sprint away and towards where I last saw Bucky when Pierce's hands grip my shoulders and rip me back. I don't even have time to scream when my back is slammed into a hard wall and Pierce is before me, a knife in his unmangled hand that's pressed to my cheek.

"You little bitch" he seethes.

My chest is heaving with breath and panic as I read back and spit in his face as hard as I can. He recoils slightly and I relish in it. My happiness only lasts a second, though, because his knife is pressing into my cheek. I try to squirm but his body is pressed firmly to mine and pins me to the wall.

"I so didn't want to end you this quickly," Pierce whispers, his voice slithering against my skin.

I keep trying to be strong, to be so strong, but it's getting harder to keep up. I try to not show my fear, but it's getting harder and harder to hide. I feel myself finally breaking after the hell that these last few days have been and just when I think he's going to end it all, he's gone. In a moment, he's off of me and unconscious on the ground.

And Bucky is standing before me, his chest heaving and his eyes wild.

"Bucky," I breathe, already feeling my strength slip away.

I don't have to be strong anymore.

Bucky drops the gun he just rendered Pierce unconscious with, every inch of his face softening upon my bloody, trembling form. He looks a minute away from crying when I stumble forward and crash into him, letting myself break down in his arms that already wrap around my waist and keep me upright. He keeps me so tight to himself that there is no room between us. I bury my face into his neck and let out a sob, my tears mixing with the blood on his suit. I can't tell which of us is shaking harder, but all I can tell is the warmth and security that Bucky's hands bring me.

"Oh doll," Bucky whispers, sending a shiver down my spine, "You're alive. You're alive."

I mumble some sort of affirmation, but I can barely think straight.

"I'm so sorry, doll. I'm so sorry." Bucky repeats it over and over again, "God, Y/N I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Buck. It's alright," I whisper, but he keeps shaking his head. He pulls back far enough to meet my gaze.

"I've been shitty to you. I should've listened to you, I should never have left you. I am never leaving you again."

"It's okay, I forgive you," I repeat, brushing a bloody hand against his jaw, "Of course it's gonna cost you at least four new pairs of shoes."

At my joke, a laugh of pure relief to have me back in hands escapes his lips. I chuckle softly too, taking in every inch of his breathtaking face. A tear drops down his cheek and he leans his forehead against mine.

"I love you so much, I love you more than life." he breathes.

"I love you too. That's all that kept me breathing, loving you,"I respond, and his lips are on mine in an instant.

Even though it's only been a few days, kissing him feels like I've been in a drought and he's my water. The kiss is desperate and pleading and consuming. It steals whatever strength is left in my knees and I link my arms around his neck to support myself. When he finally pulls away, he leaves a trail of kisses to my nose and then my forehead before tugging me to himself again.

"I'm going to tear him apart for this," Bucky vows, and I know it shouldn't but I still let out a breath of relief at that.

"Is that why he's not dead yet?" I ask, chuckling softly. He does the same, kissing the top of my head.

"That's exactly why," Bucky agrees, pulling back and rubbing a finger along my cheek. He becomes serious again and I feel my heart flutter.

"When I found out you were gone, I lost myself." He says, his throat bobbing as he Cho's my face with his large hands, "Y/N, there is no me without you"

I turn to kiss his hand before leaning into it more.

"I'll always find my way back to you. You're all I have, James"

Another tear works down his cheek before he finally steps to the side. The gala is trashed, but the gunfire is over. Apparently, his men were here hours before anyone else got here. I feel my strength abandoning me, so I lean my weight onto Bucky. He feels this and immediately scoops me into his arms, holding me close to his chest.

"I'm going to kiss every one of these scars when we get back" His voice rumbles, and I smile as I lean my head further into him.

"Let's go home, my love"

And he held up his promise. He never left me again.

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let’s play pretend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: You’re supposed to attend your sister’s wedding, but when you learn your ex-boyfriend is coming with his newly found girlfriend, you come up with a lie. Yes, you’re in a relationship, and yes, you’ll bring someone to the wedding. Since your sister already knows about your best friend Steve, you decide to set your sights on his taciturn friend, the infamous Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes. What’s the worst that could happen? Word count: 10.4k Warnings: fake dating, soft!bucky, sociallyawkward!bucky, fluff, fluff, and some more fluff, , flirting, accidental cuddling, morning wood, sexual tension, a bit of angst, smut (dirty thoughts, masturbation, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected penetration), fluff Author’s note: Yeah, I know. Fake dating trope is already an overused trope. Buuuut… I don’t care! I’m weak and I’m a sucker for clichés. Fake dating, mutual pining, only one bed, … Should I say more? Nothing new here, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

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What’s writing, you know? What does writing actually mean?

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Lovee this ❤️

You're all I need

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Fluff

Summary: When someone from your past shows up, Bucky can’t help being a little jealous.

A/N: Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! I have so much in my drafts, but, hey! Enjoy this small oneshot! :)

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surface wounds (b.b. x reader)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

summary: it's hard for Bucky to ask for help, but with you he doesn't need to ask at all. or the one in which you patch him up after a rough mission.

warnings: mentions of canon typical violence and blood, fluff otherwise. mentions of nickname (love, babe)

a/n: it hit me that I have never written for this man even tho I read Bucky fics sm skslsjd so here this is!

(gif not mine, credits to the owner/creator)

I hope she's asleep, Bucky thought, opening the door to your apartment carefully. he just wanted to sleep with you curled up against his chest but he needed cleaning up first.

apparently, his stealth flew out of the window in your apartment. he crashed in the counter near your door, rattling the keys.

he stilled, listening for sounds in the dead of the night. all he could hear was some honking far away, enough to not disturb you.

there was something itching in his side, and Bucky's hand came up red when he tried touching it, a slight wince escaping his lips.

right, he should probably check that out.

entering your bathroom, he tried to find the first aid kit you kept for moments exactly like this, except with the intention of aiding him yourself.

he wasn't going to ask, though. your sleeping form was so peaceful, how could he disturb that?

finding the kit in the front of your medical cabinet, he tried taking it out with one hand, pushing the other on his wound to stop the blood (why was it still bleeding? he suspected it was deeper than he thought.) his stealth flew out the window a second time, dropping the box.

the crash would have definitely woken her up this time. he dreaded.

in a matter of seconds, a dim light glowed in your bedroom, an indication you were up. he could hear footsteps, cautious and slow, approaching the bathroom. your messy hair and sleep riddled eyes peeked inside the door, opening it further with a "Bucky!" and coming inside.

"sorry, love." he said, sheepish. "didn't mean to wake you."

"are you okay?" you said, taking away his hand, gasping softly at the blood and the wound. "what happened? why didn't you wake me?" you knew the answer to the last one. "how many times will I tell you to wake me up? you know nothing is more important than your health."

"it's nothing I couldn't take care of, babe. go back to sleep, I'll be in bed in a few minutes."

you scoffed, giving him a look. do you really think I'll do that?

his sigh was his answer. no.

you had him sit down at the edge of the bathtub, helping him out of his soiled gear. you cleaned up his wound as gently as you could, making note of his winces to slow down your movements whenever required. Bucky had a loopy smile on his face when you were done.

"what?" you asked him, throwing away the pieces of cotton and washing your hands. you looked at him through the mirror, noting the way his shoulders slumped. you wondered when was the last time he slept.

"I am so lucky to have you take care of me." he stood up, walking over to his closet to take out some clothes he could sleep in.

"I accept payment in cuddles." you said, making a throaty chuckle escape his lips. your own upturned in a fond smile.

you brought a glass of water and painkiller, giving it to him when he was ready for bed.

the two of you got under the covers, your back facing his chest, his arm over your waist. sighing, he pulled you closer, arm tightening.

"I love you." he said softly, still only able to say it in the cover of darkness.

it's fine, you would wait for him as long as you could.

"I love you, Buck. sweet dreams."

he kissed your hair, falling in a peaceful dreamland, full of sweet dreams indeed.

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bucky seeing other guys hit on you headcanon

this man is a jealous fuck, i said what i said

he hates admitting it though

"are. . . are you jealous, james?" / "i am not jealous, i just don't trust men." / "so. . .jealous?" / "doll, take it from me. as someone who has been a man for the past 106 years, i can confirm we are in fact all dogs." / "you're jealous :)" / ":["

as someone turned player to lover boy, he absolutely does not trust men around you

he trusts you 100%, no doubt about it, but he can't help but get a little protective

like that one time you were out on a mission with him, sam, and zemo at a club and he was about to lose his damn mind

"this outfit feels too, i don't know, promiscuous." / "you look amazing." / "it's cute, but people are going to stare. think you can handle that?" / "they can stare, i know how to fight. don't even worry about it, doll"

bucky stuck with you the whole night except when you requested to go to the bar for a moment

within minutes, two guys were on you like flies to honey

the attention was nice, but you could feel the hairs stand up on bucky's neck from across the room

they'd been talking you up until they felt a domineering^tm presence behind them

they scatter like fucking rats so quickly, it's almost funny

"were they bothering you?" / "i was having fun. now how else am i going to get free drinks?" / "are you serious right now?" / "deadly." / "i'll buy you drinks, you don't need tweedle dee and tweedle dumb for that."

it's adorable when he gets like that, really, but sometimes it's a bit much

"james buchanan barnes!" / "you're using my government name, what'd i do?" / "can you tell me why the pizza man is avoiding me like the plague recently?" / "i don't know." / "james." / "i may have *incoherent mumbling*" / "speak up" / "i may have lightly threatened him. only lightly." / "bucky, what the fuck?" / "he kept staring at your ass! that's objectifying :[" / "bucky, you stare at my ass." / "i don't stare, i admire, first off. second, that's different."

sometimes this dork just needs to be reminded he's loved, that's all

"can i ask you a question, doll?" / "it's three in the morning" / "is that a yes? :D" / "yes, honey?" / "do you have a crush on me?" / "we've been dating for two years???" / "is that a yes?" / "yes, bucky, i have a crush on you. i even love you too." / "just checking. i love you, goodnight."

all in all, this man is absolutely smitten

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All That Glitters is Gold

Masterlist

Pairing: Soft!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Type:  AU One-Shot??

WC: 4.7k

Warnings: Y’all know I love me some fluff!

Summary: The one where Y/N takes a chance on the mobster.

Note: This could become a short series but idk yet. I’m awful with deadlines, especially since I’m in college. But let me know what you guys think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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You wrapped your apron around your waist as you looked in the mirror in the back of the restaurant. You were admittedly tired and wished anyone could’ve picked up your shift tonight. It was just another reminder that maybe your co-workers didn’t deserve you picking up theirs. At least you would be making decent money tonight. Working at an upscale restaurant did have its perks financially. At least you would be working with your favorite co-worker and roommate.

“I thought you weren’t working tonight,” Natasha mentioned as you walked past her. 

“Yeah, well you’re the only person I can depend on to take my shifts, believe it or not,” you slightly chuckled as you picked up a ticket pad, pens, and straws to place in your apron. “But hey, at least the tips are usually good, right?”

“That’s the only reason I’m still working here,” Nat laughed. “That and because Manny in the kitchen still gives me free meals.”

“Well Manny is literally in love with you, and you gotta stop leading him on, Nat.”

“What? He makes food, I eat food; it’s completely transactional.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend before seeing someone get seated in your section. “Okay, well don’t be surprised if he asks you out soon,” you noted before approaching your first table. It looked like a couple on a date, probably a first one by the looks of it.

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sometimes i look at my masterlist and am amazed ?? that i wrote things ?? AND posted them for others to see ?? and there are so many things ?? like damn that's crazy

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Nahhh this was some cute shit ngl

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled "i could beat the shit out of you" in his ear.

he said "i know" with a smile

— based on this thing found on Pinterest (tho written in the you perspective)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you're drunk so I guess mention of alcohol

𝐕𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — not posted in a while so here is a little thing for you guys, like, comment and reblog!, not my gif

“Nooooo!” You shouted through the Avengers compound.

Bucky who had you thrown over his shoulder rolled his eyes at your dramatic actions.

For understanding, Tony had thrown one of his infamous party's after coming back from a successful mission and decided to get half of the Avengers drunk with you being one of them.

“Come on! I had– my drink wasn– Bucky–”

Bucky shook his head at your attempt to talk as you were constantly cut off by a hiccup.

“Buck! The room– oom it's– spinninggg.” You gasped while drawing out the 'ing'.

The former Winter Soldier couldn't contain his chuckle anymore.

“That is– that is not fun– ny!”

He learned over the past few years that it was better not to reply to anything you said right now.

When Bucky reached your shared quarters, he wasn't prepared for the following. He sat you down on the ground before closing the door quietly.

“Why is it soooo hot in here?” The hiccups were finally gone and were exchanged with a wave of heat.

“What?” Bucky turned around, his eyes widening.

You started unbuttoning your button up dress.

“Doll...where is your bra?” Bucky sighed, his thumb and middle finger rubbing his temples.

“Skipped it obviously and see! It's so hot it was worth it!”

The dress hangs on your shoulders, your body now exposed to Bucky.

Relief washed over him when he saw that you were wearing panties at least. “Stop undressing.” He demanded as he saw your fingers raising.

You pouted and walked over to him.

“Why? Don't you like me naked...at your mercy, make me do anything you want.”

Your hands trailed up his arm as you tried to seduce him, “not happening doll.” Bucky told you and grabbed your wrist gently.

“But Bucky I want you t–!” You began talking rather loudly

“Ssshhhh, you’ll wake the entire compound.”

Bucky put his hand on your mouth silencing you.

You grinned against Bucky's hand and licked it with your tongue.

He pulled his hand away in an instant, wiping your spit against his pants. “Really?” He asked with raised brows.

You were still grinning and before Bucky could stop you, you had discarded the last of your clothes including the panties.

“God doll...” He mumbled, sighing, “today is one of those drunk days huh?”

Yeah there were also crying drunk, angry drunk, funny drunk and well horny, hot, not listening to anything Bucky says drunk. Today was a mixture of the last three to four.

He shook his head amused by your action.

“Now all fun aside, it's time for bed.” He propped his hands on his torso looking like a dad.

“But I'm not even tired!” You whined as Bucky picked you up once again to lay you on the bed.

“Look I'm gonna lay right next to ya, okay doll?”

“On one condition,” Bucky raised his eyebrows, “you take your pants and shirt off.”

Bucky chuckled, of course you would say something like this. “Fine, but you put a shirt on, I don't need ya catching a cold.”

He was just as tired as you even though you felt like running a marathon your boyfriend knew you would be out cold within five minutes.

You took Bucky's shirt and pulled it over your head before sitting on the bed.

Bucky laid down next to you, relieved to finally have you in bed, “are you sure you don't wanna have sex?”

“Yes doll.”

As Bucky got comfortable you laid yourself on his chest. You let a quite sigh from you lips “You know if we were to fight each other..,” you began.

You kissed his neck and whispering, “I could beat the shit out of you,” in his ear.

He said “I know” with a smile.

While being drunk you could go from one topic to the other without it having any connection to the other.

“Bucky if I was a worm would you still love me?”

“Bucky why don't you wanna have sex with me?”

“Bucky if animals could talk, which species would be the rudest of them all?”

He rolled his eyes playfully and put his hand over your mouth again, “sleep doll please.”

“Tell me a story?”

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Favorite Sambucky trope

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Let’s Clear Some Things Up

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: based off the tags in this reblog

Warning: angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: <2k

A/N: big ups to @brownsugarcoffy​ for writing the ending and betaing the whole thing! I appreciate everything!!!

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Nahhh this was the CUTESTTTT 😭😭😭

I Could

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I request something with Angel/reader based on Selena’s “I Could Fall In Love”? Maybe something with her resisting her feelings for Angel for the longest time but something happens that finally forces her to admit her feelings. Angsty with a happy ending please 🥰

Warnings: language, angst (with a happy ending), mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Reached into the hat and plucked out an old request that I haven’t gotten to yet. So this fic started off as a song fic when I was sketching it out and then it for sure got away from me a bit but I really like how it turned out! Some good old pining and friends to lovers. Little bit of awkward, little bit of comfy. Hope you enjoy. xo

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Personal Fave Fic Recs - Bucky Barnes

Do you have fics that you wish you could reread for the first time again? Same. So I decided to start making a list of some of mine because why not. Reading is my happy place and one of my favorite feelings in the world is reading a fic that is so good that I wish I could immediately forget that I just read it so I can reread it again because it was so good that I genuinely tuned out the world and fully immersed myself into the storyline. I just want to relive that feeling and experience the emotions all over again. Idk if that is weird or not, I just love reading fics and it is my way of escaping the world. Anyways, enjoy and happy reading! :)

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Also, please send me any fic recs you have!! Or if you just want to talk about fics you've read that you love, I am all ears!!

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[One-Shots & Two-Shots]

Graveyard // Sacrifice by @wkemeup

Feel Again by @wkemeup (doctor!bucky)

Back To Bourbon Street by @wkemeup

Flashing Lights // Convalescence by @pellucid-constellations (paramedic!bucky)

Haze by @pellucid-constellations

One in a Trillion by @softlybarnes (soon-to-be dad!bucky)

Soft by @softlybarnes (tattoo artist!bucky)

Home // Better by @softlybarnes

Our Family by @imaginativeavengers (dad!bucky)

Respect is Earned by @duuhrayliegh

The Little We Have by @justanawolf (soon-to-be dad!bucky)

Waiting Game by @buckychrist (biker!bucky)

Deadweight // Deliverance by @loving-bucky-is-easier

In the Right Hands by @loving-bucky-is-easier

Left Behind by @soap-bubble-nebula

I Am Your Fall by @sinner-as-saint (mob!bucky)

Who is She // The Long Run by @itsapeterthing

Siren // Burn by @boxofbonesfic

[Series]

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations (college athlete!bucky)

Coming in Hot by @nexusnyx (mechanic!bucky)

To Serve and Protect by @chouettedubois (social worker!bucky)

It Never Ends by @chouettedubois (college!bucky)

Howlin' For You by @invisibleanonymousmonsters (biker!bucky)

Just Try by @waiting4inspiration (alpha!bucky)

One Last Job by @sunriserose1023 (bodyguard!bucky)

A Touch of Ink by @deamstellarus (tattoo artist!bucky)

The New Girl by @omnomsauruswrites (biker!bucky)

Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream

Bad Reputation by @likeahorribledream (biker!bucky)

Heart & Soul by @all1e23 (alpha!bucky)

Swallow by @all1e23 (biker!bucky)

Power Over Me by @sinner-as-saint (soft dom!bucky)

Mess is Mine by @scrumptious-delusion (boxer!bucky)

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To be continued...

updated December 2, 2021

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All Bikers are Hells Angels

Pairing: biker!Bucky x reader

When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.

warnings: hospitals, talk of injuries, wheelchair use, swearing

one // two // three // four // five //

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No but I absolutely loved this 🥰🥰🥰

Secret Love - Part III (Final)

Word Count: 3,359

Warning(s): None

A/N: Alright my loves, here’s the last and final part to this. This one really took a life of its own. Thank you so much for all the love you all have shown. Never thought a simple Song Fic would turn into a multi series. BTW - hella kudos to those who do multi-chapter series, this aint easy. Thank you for reading and enjoy! ❤️ Gif credit: angels-reyes

Part I | Part II | Part III

By the following week you had worked up enough courage to show your face at the Clubhouse again. You hadn’t seen or heard from Angel since that night and had avoided going to the Clubhouse all together. But Bishop had asked you for a favor on some paperwork weeks ago and you had pushed it off longer than he would have liked.

Walking into the clubhouse you instantly feel a set of eyes on you and you knew exactly who they belonged to. All you wanted was to find Bishop, hand him his paperwork, and get out. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you find Creeper sitting at the table in the middle of the Clubhouse talking with one of the ladies.

“Hay Princessa! How’s it going?” Creeper greets you when he spots you walk in.

“Hay Creep. Bishop around?” you ask him, giving him a smile as you approach the table.

“Templo. Meeting with Alvarez.” He points towards the closed Templo door, your eyes moving in the door’s direction, but stopping when you meet Angel’s hazel eyes instead. You can instantly see the hurt he still carried from your reaction the other night, topped with your subsequent disappearance.

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath as your attention goes back to Creeper, who was sitting there giving you a questionable look as his eyes bounce between you and Angel.

“I can’t stay. Can you please make sure Bish gets these? He’s been bugging me about it for the past week.” You ask him as you hand him the folder.

“Sure thing Baby girl.” He gives you a smile and a wink.

Leaning down, you place a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks Creep. I’ll see you later.” You tell him as you make your way towards the clubhouse door. Doing your best to avoid Angel and his glare as you make your way out to your car.

“Just going to walk into my Clubhouse and not even acknowledge me sitting there, querida.” You hear Angel call from behind you as he followed you to your car.

“Don’t be fucking rude, Reyes!” you yell as you suddenly turn to face him. Angel almost running right into you.

“How am I being fucking rude? I haven’t seen you in over a week because you panicked and ran. But I’m the one that’s being fucking rude!? Explain that to me!” Angel shouted back, his frustration clear.

“I left because I didn’t know what to do, what to think. I’m not doing this with you right now, Reyes. I’m out of here.” You say as you open your car door.

Angel laughed bitterly. “Running is what you do, isn’t it? Too scared to face the truth. You brought this on the both of us, you pushed me to tell you how I felt and now you are just running away.” Angel tells you as he towers over you, staring down at you.

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Bucky suggestion where you get hurt whilst pregnant and he gets really stressed 🥲

ah, yes, protective daddy barnes is the best

feel free to send me ideas for the barnes au!

(also isn’t the gif so cute, im imagine bucky getting his first aid kit out of the bottom of the sink)

Bucky Barnes tended to get stressed when you were pregnant. You had put him through the first go around with going on missions during the early days, but nothing was compared to the incident when you were carrying Rebecca.

No because back then, you had been a couple months pregnant. Now, you were a full seven month with a round swell that makes you waddle through the house.

It was winter, and the ground has been slick outside the house. It was so cold that Alpine and Grant barely left the comforts of their favorite blanket. The white cat curling up in the two years old lap as he watched cartoons.

Bucky wasn’t sure why you were out there in the first place, without a coat and everything. You wanted to get Grant’s stuffed bunny from the car, he had asked you for it while Bucky was putting together the new crib in your favorite sweater that he owned.

“Daddy, daddy!”Grant came rushing in after you had yelled for help, which Bucky hadn’t heard from the back of the house.”Mommy fell!”

Bucky’s eyes widened, dropping the tools in his hand and following Grant outside.

“Baby doll, are you okay? The baby?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay, I didn’t hit anything, just caught myself on my knees,”You told him, trying to calm down his frantic aura.”I’m serious, I need help up, I didn’t hurt myself.”

Except your scrapped your knees underneath the fabric of your maternity pants. He picked you up easily basking Grant to take the bunny inside.

He took you to the bathroom while asking Grant not to hover. Alpine seemed to be quite interested too. He shooed away the cat, and Grant picked her up to cuddle on the couch.

“That was dangerous,”Bucky huffed, upset you hadn’t come to get him.”The ice...you could have been seriously hurt.”

You sat on the closed toilet after Bucky had stripped you of your pants. You were wet (and not in a good way) from the ice with bleeding knees that Bucky was gonna fix up.

He dug under the cabinet under the sink as you replied,”I can do simple things, I’m usually surefooted.”

“Well, you are heavily pregnant, baby, there’s nothing wrong asking for help, especially from me,”Bucky sighed, cleaning your knees before wrapping them up with a clean bandage.

“I’m sorry,”You whispered, caressing his face gently.”You look cute when you’re worried.”

Bucky rolled his eyes,”You just love this sweater.”

“It’s my favorite one, you look so soft and cuddly in it,”You smiled, slowly breaking his frustrated mood.

“You’re forgiven, baby doll, but you have to promise not to do that again,”Bucky told you and you nodded,”Good, ‘cause I don’t think Alpine can handle it, did you see her?”

You chuckled at that, and yes, your cat was quite concern with her meowing and closeness. She was a very good cat and she loved you now.

“I think the only thing that would be worse is you got hurt,”You pushed his shoulder before he stood up, taking your hands.

“Oh, she would lose it, wouldn’t leave my side, she is very much my cat,” Bucky kissed your forehead, helping you up.”Let’s get you changed into something more comfy and dry.”

“Can I have your sweater?”You asked shakily, biting your lip as Bucky nodded slowly because he had a feeling you wanted it before.

“How did I know you were gonna ask that?”

#fic rec #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff

[bucky-iss-bae]

Little tips for when you feel bad and don’t know why.

-Ask yourself the last time you drank some water. Drink a few sips even if it wasn’t long ago. Coffee doesn’t count (neither does soda unless it’s the only option) 

-When was the last time you ate? Get a small snack if able.

-Are ANY of your clothes too tight or uncomfortable? This includes socks, headbands, hats, and shoes.

-Stretch! Pop those shoulders, arch that back, straighten those legs. It Helps.

-If you happen to stim, do it! Do whatever feels right!

-Look for sounds, smells, etc. That are bothering you.

-Get your headphones and put on whatever music makes you feel happy/good/energetic.

-Loosen your shoulders, take some deep breaths. Drop your head and loosely roll your head. Try to relax as many muscles as you can.

-Close your eyes for a second.

-Did you take your meds (if you have them)? Do you need to take a Tylenol, ibuprofen Etc.?

-Are there allergens in the vicinity, are there any allergy medications you need to take?

-Breath deep.

I am by no means a professional and I don’t know what could be causing it but I know that these are kind of helpful. I’m not you and you aren’t me so these might not work. If the feeling bad is medical attention worthy, these might not help.

However, I hope that this does help someone.

#self care #self care tips #tips #advice