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Could use a cuddle with Bucky. 😭

Me, too, nonnie.

Open Your Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You aren't ready to face the day.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, insecurities, doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @flashfictionfridayofficial 's prompt: Open Your Eyes. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was difficult to rise and meet the day. Heavy were the burdens and challenges that awaited you. As much as the rays of sunshine beckoned for you to get up as the warmth touched your face, you refused to budge. Staying in bed was comforting. Easier. 

If sleep gave life to your dreams, why face reality?

Why did you have to get up?

“Open your eyes.”

You wished you could explain why it hurt to do so. Why it felt like you might break if you tried. You wanted some sort of relief. Answers to questions you hadn't begun to ask. You wanted to regain some sense of control and not feel like the build up inside of you would explode. 

Would it be so wrong to let it out?

“Please,” the gentle voice urged, patiently waiting. 

A man who would wait forever for you if you asked.

A pair of blue eyes bore into yours when you finally complied with his command. His loving gaze lifted some of the weight that settled in your chest. His smile alleviated it more, making it easier to take your next breath. He was one of the reasons why facing reality was better than any dream.

“There she is,” he whispered, cupping your cheek as you blinked the remaining sleep away. “Hey.”

“Hey, Bucky,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch before he brought his hand to your waist and pulled you closer. “You’re here.”

You half expected him to be on the floor with a pillow and sheet. Sleep wasn't easy for him to come by, especially on the nights when nightmares plagued him. He tossed and turned and had a hard time getting back to sleep when he abruptly woke up. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb your slumber. 

But you did your best to ease him through by being there. You took care of him. And some days he took care of you. Give and take. That’s what relationships should be. 

“I’ll always be here when you wake up,” he said when your eyes misted over. He pulled you closer, a look of desperation crossing his face when he saw your tears. “Are you okay?”

Words died on your tongue as you opened your mouth. You wanted to tell him you didn't know why today felt so heavy, but his presence made it better. You wished you could explain why you were pulling apart at the seams, but that his touch helped stitch you back together. He helped you without trying. 

When you were wide awake later, you’d remind him of how much you appreciated him. 

“I don't know,” you answered. 

He let out a breath. It was an answer he usually gave you, not the other way around. “Come here.”

He pressed a kiss on the top of your head when you laid it against his chest. You held him like this from time to time. You’d urge him to listen to the beat of your heart as you ran your fingers through his hair. It calmed him. 

Like the steady beat of his heart calmed you. 

But fear crept in like a slow poison when he gave you no reason to feel that way. It infected your confidence and securities with doubt. What if you were too much for him? What if he chose to walk away? Falling in love could feel terrifying when you didn't know where you’d land. 

As if he sensed your insecurity, he placed another kiss to the top of your head and renewed your faith that you’d be there to catch each other. 

“I love you and I’m thankful I have you by my side,” Bucky said, further affirming that he wouldn't give up on you for any reason. 

Just like you’d never give up on him. 

“I love you and I’m thankful for you, too,” you said, a tear sliding down your cheek before you hid your face in his chest. “But can we stay like this a bit longer? I know we need to get up, but I’m not quite ready.”

“We can stay here as long as you’d like,” Bucky promised. 

And when you were ready, you'd face the day together. 

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jealousy & flirtation

10: FLAMING JUNE

18+

You and Wren confront Juniper in a showdown, but some shocking truths are brought to light.

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x Fem!Reader, mature themes, dark themes, violence, strangling, injury.

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"You're really pretty when you're concentrating."

Thor looks up at Steve with narrow eyes. "Do you mind? I'm working under a time constraint, here," He says sternly.

"Oh, please, all you're doing is hooking a recorder up to a microphone," Steve says with an eye roll, before sitting down next to Thor on the bed and leaning in close. "Do you want me to do what I did to you in the car again?"

His jaw clenches, but Thor just lets out a sigh and utters, "Later."

Steve grins and squeezes Thor's bicep before getting up and leaving him alone with some peace. He walks into the living room where you and the girls are sitting around the coffee table.

"It makes sense for you to come with me," Wren is saying to you as Steve joins. "It'll probably scare Juniper even more to know we've joined forces."

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere. Sure, you want to give Juniper a taste of her own medicine, but you'd much rather explain yourself to Bucky instead. He's left you multiple voicemails since you left him at the diner, wanting to talk, but Wren told you to keep him on the back burner while you deal with his crazy best friend.

"I'll tell Juniper that I need to speak to her at the old student union building," Wanda suggests, taking out her phone. "She still doesn't know Steve and I are involved so she won't think anything of it, and the old union building is practically abandoned. There'll be no interruptions."

"Do we feel safe being alone with her there?" You wonder with a raised brow.

"We can take weapons," Wren suggests, causing everyone to give her a look before she lets out a dry laugh. "For self-defence."

While everyone else excitedly goes over the plan, sure that it can't go wrong, you can't help but feel off. There's a voice inside your head telling you to just call Bucky back and explain the truth to him yourself, but with everyone else so set on you and Wren tricking Juniper into admitting the truth, you don't have the heart to speak up and voice your reservations.

Yelena filled you in on everything Wren said. Knowing that all those years ago, Bucky proposed to Wren, you're feeling incredibly nervous about the future of your relationship with him. What if all those feelings come rushing back when he sees her? What if they decide to pick up where they left off and fucking elope?

"There's no way she'll see this mic," Thor claims as he places the small recorder in your pocket. "This is better than using a phone 'cause there's less chance of the file not saving or somehow getting deleted. Don't touch it; it's recording everything from this moment on."

"Okay," You breathe out, the nerves getting to you.

Thor places his hands on your shoulders. "Everything will be fine. By the end of the day, the truth will be out," He assures you. "You'll have Wren with you to back you up."

"Yeah, the cunt stands no chance against us," Wren says with a grin. "C'mon. We should get going."

While you and Wren prepare to leave, Yelena nudges Wanda's shoulder. "So, what do we do while we wait for them to collect their evidence?" Yelena wonders curiously.

Looking over at where Steve's mumbling something in Thor's ear with a smirk, Wanda raises a brow. "I have a feeling I know what they'll be doing," She says with a laugh before looking at Yelena. "I'm sure we can think of something to pass the time."

"Yep," Yelena squeaks, wondering if she's reading her tone wrong. "I- by that, do you- do you mean, like, similar to Thor and Steve, or-"

"I'll let you take me out for some lunch," Wanda cuts in, her eyes still forward and her face not doing much in the way of expressing her emotions.

Nodding quickly, Yelena decides it's best not to say anything in case she squanders her chance.

"Okay, we're ready," Wren announces to the group, squeezing your shoulder as a smile pulls at her lips. "Let's fucking do this."

The art studio in the old student union building is incredibly eerie now that it has sat unused for so many years. Half-painted canvases and dried paint pots litter the sides, dust covering every surface you can see. There's no power, so you're relying on the sunlight streaming in from one of the windows along the back wall, though that's doing little to illuminate the room.

"This is creepy, right?" Wren asks as she looks around. "Creepy enough to scare even a psycho?"

"Definitely," You answer with a nod. Juniper's yet to show up, but Wanda informed you that she agreed to meet her so she could show up at any moment.

Wren turns to you, an unreadable look on her face. "Do you think-"

She's cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. You quickly pull it out of your pocket, your stomach dropping when you see who it's from.

"Hang up," Wren says impatiently. "She could be here any second."

"It's Bucky," You tell her, eyes glued to your screen. "Maybe... maybe I should talk to him-"

"Are you crazy?" Wren spits with a frown. "No. You can't have any contact with him right now, not until we have proof. Hang up the phone."

Instinctively, your thumb goes to pick up the call, but you hang it up instead and put your phone down on one of the tables adjacent to you.

"We have to do this right. Juniper's smart," Wren reminds you, her tone a little softer now. "We cannot afford to mess up. Once this is over, you can talk to whoever you want. Okay?"

You nod, letting out a sigh. "Okay."

Another minute passes before you hear footsteps in the corridor. "That's her," Wren whispers, rushing over to hide behind a pillar. "Alright, good luck!" She hisses just before the door opens.

Juniper walks in, looking around with a grimace. "Why are we meeting in this dingy-" She stops when her eyes land on you. "What the fuck do you want? Where's Wanda?"

You take in a deep breath. "Hi, Juniper," You utter. "Wanda won't be joining us."

"Oh, my God, what have you done to her?" She asks, concern in her eyes.

"Calm down," You say with an eye-roll. "She's fine. But that's enough about her - I'm here to talk about you."

A scoff leaves her mouth as she folds her arms across her chest, walking further into the room. "Is this about me telling Jamie what you did? It was only a matter of time before he found out," She says with a bored tone. "Face it: he is so far out of your league, I'm surprised he even bothered to acknowledge your existence. You figured out a way to burrow under his skin like the parasite you are, but I'm the exterminator, bitch."

You can't help but laugh at her cheesy analogy, shaking your head. "Oh, shit. Y'know, you take yourself way too seriously, Junie," You tell her. "But you've had your fun, and now, it's over. Too many people have been hurt by you, and I'm sick of seeing you get the upper hand." Behind her, Wren slowly makes her way to the door.

Juniper tilts her head, eyes narrow. "You wouldn't touch me. Killing someone in self-defence as a teenager doesn't mean you have what it takes to actually murder someone in cold blood," She says. Nice to know what she truly thinks about you.

"I'm not going to hurt you," You tell her.

Wren slams the door shut, making Juniper jump. "But I might," Wren says coldly.

Juniper immediately stumbles away when she sees her, her eyes widening with pure fear. "You! I knew I wasn't seeing things, I-" She turns to you with a wild look. "You two are working together?"

"It's a temporary partnership while we take you down," Wren explains simply, walking closer to her. Juniper moves away with each step, making Wren grin. "Scared?"

"Fuck you," Juniper spits. "I'm calling the police-"

"Oh, no, you don't," Wren says, rushing over and snatching her phone from her hand and tossing it away. "This is between the three of us. We don't need anyone else joining."

Juniper closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before opening them again. "Alright. What is this? What's the goal here? If you're gonna kill me, just get it over with," She says bluntly.

"I think we should at least talk, first," Wren says. "It's been a while. You look good."

Though you know the aim of this is to scare Juniper into a confession, you can't help but feel uneasy yourself.

"Of course I do. I maintain a healthy diet, run every day, and drink plenty of water," Juniper returns flatly. "Unlike you, I don't need to rely on plastic surgery and heaps of make-up for my appearance."

Wren snorts, shaking her head. "Oh, Juniper. Always a delight," She utters, before the smile drops. "I'll have you know, all I've had done are my lips - but you go on ahead with that internalized misogyny. Let's see how many girlfriends you maintain with that energy."

"I don't need girlfriends," Juniper points out. "Girls are way too much drama - literally, just look at what you're doing right now. This is why I get along much better with guys."

Inwardly cringing, you look down. When will this be over?

"Of course, how could I forget?" Wren asks with a laugh. "Junie and her precious boys."

"Alright," You interject, feeling like enough time has been wasted. "Juniper, you're a bad person. A very bad person. But I know you don't care about what I think - after all, I'm just another obstacle in your way of getting to Bucky, right?"

Her brow twitches but she maintains her cool. "I don't know what you're talking about," She spits.

"Oh, please," You say with an eye-roll. "You're in love with him, Juniper. There's no point lying about that to Wren and I; we've been the victims of your unrequited love."

"Victims?" Juniper repeats incredulously. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Bucky and I were going good - great, even, and you couldn't stand to see us together, so you did what you could to tear us apart," You remind her. "Lying about him showing you my pictures and messages. Digging into my past and using what you found to paint me into a villain. You went too far."

"I went too far?" She retorts. "Says the one working with that crazy bitch!"

"Fuck you," Wren snarls. "Why don't we take a trip down memory lane, hmm?"

"Be my fucking guest," Juniper retorts before turning to you while pointing at her. "Do you even know what she did?"

"Dared to take Bucky away from you?" You ask coldly.

Juniper's eyes narrow. "Wren is a deranged psycho," She claims. "Do you know what she did when I finally convinced Jamie to dump her? She stabbed me!"

With a sigh, you shake your head. "There's no need for the act, Juniper," You tell her woodenly. "We all know the truth here. You stabbed yourself that night and framed Wren."

Juniper looks utterly appalled at your words, her eyes and mouth wide. She slowly looks over at Wren before rushing over to you and grabbing your shoulders. "No," Juniper utters lowly. "Look, I admit it: I fucked with you. I've been purposely trying to sabotage your relationship with Jamie because I genuinely do not think you deserve him. I lied about the nudes and I've been doing my best to turn him against you. I hired my father's PI to look into your past, and left out the self-defence details and your age when I tried to expose that past to Jamie. I admit all of that. But I did not stab myself that night."

The look on her face is one you've never seen before. It's fearful, and stern, and as much as it terrifies you to admit it - it's honest.

You look past her to see Wren. Her face is blank. "Just quit the bullshit, Johnson," She spits.

A chill runs down your spine. Fuck. They're both crazy.

"I, uh... I think I need to go," You say, carefully peeling Juniper's hands off of you.

"Nobody is leaving until we figure this out," Wren decides firmly, standing in front of the door.

"Figure what out?" Juniper asks, turning to face her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Wren asks with a scoff. "Until we figure out which of us gets Bucky."

You and Juniper share a look. Something you never thought you'd do is be on her side, but right now, it seems that she's the best of a bad bunch.

"Hey, don't fall for her bullshit," Wren says to you with a frown. "You know better than most people what a good liar she is. Are you seriously gonna believe her over me?"

Juniper's eyes remain glued to yours. "Don't listen to her," She whispers shakily. "I swear, back then, she was the crazy one."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Oh, please - you're the one who was insanely possessive over Bucky," Wren points out to her with a cold look in her eyes. "And you finally snapped at his birthday party. You lost your mind when you saw him proposing to me."

Juniper's jaw drops even further, a shaky breath leaving her mouth. Her eyes are so wide they're almost tearing up. "Holy fuck," She utters, looking back at you. "Is that what you think? You think Jamie proposed to her that night?"

You say nothing, not knowing what to believe anymore, and wishing you had told Yelena and Thor to come too.

"Jamie dumped her that night," Juniper claims. "I had finally proven to him that she wasn't worth his time-"

"You made me think he'd love a big party, you lying bitch!" Wren yells.

"Whatever!" Juniper snaps back. "I did what I had to, and as it turns out, I was right! He never should have dated you, and he finally realized it that night - and when he broke up with you, you begged him for another chance, but he left you there. And I came out to, admittedly, rub it in your face, but you grabbed a knife from the buffet table and stabbed me in the fucking side!"

Stunned, you take a step back. You watch Wren for a reaction, but her face remains blank. "You're lying," She mumbles. "She's lying, again!"

"Oh, brother," Juniper mutters before grabbing your arm. "I sure hope you didn't let her bring a knife to this party, otherwise it's lights out for both of us."

Slowly, so as not to alert Wren, you make your way to the table upon which lies your phone. She realizes what you're doing and immediately runs over, grabbing your phone and throwing it to the other side of the room.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You ask, your heart racing.

Without a word, Wren grabs the recorder from your pocket and drops it on the ground before stomping on it, destroying it and everything it's been recording.

"No!" You exclaim, absolutely terrified at this point. With no proof anymore of both Juniper and Wren's true colours, you might be about to die for no reason.

"You're being stupid," Wren says to you gravely. "Juniper is the bad guy. You remember that, right?"

"I'm starting to think the line between good and bad is blurred," You say, taking a few steps back. "Let's stop this, Wren. Let's just get out of here. You can talk to Bucky and explain your side. I'll make sure to keep Juniper away from him while you do."

Wren's eyes soften. "You- you'd do that for me?" She asks. "You don't want him to yourself?"

Swallowing thickly, you shake your head. "I think the decision lies with him. Once he finds out the truth, he might want to get back with you, which I'd completely understand," You say, hoping she believes you. "I mean, technically, you're still his fiancé, right?"

Her face lights up. "Yeah. Yeah, I am," She says with a smile. "You're right. Ha. You hear that, Johnson? You cunt?"

"Fuck you," Juniper spits.

"No, fuck you!" Wren retorts. "Neither of you have the deep love that I have with him. Our relationship was more than just boyfriend and girlfriend - we were soulmates. We are soulmates. And if anyone tries to get between us again, I'll destroy them."

During her rant, Juniper moves closer to you and lowers her voice to a whisper. "We... we should kill her," She suggests.

"Oh, my God, shut up," You hiss back at her.

Wren seems to be in deep thought while you try to figure out an escape plan. She looks to be in good shape - could you simply outrun her? But what if she has a gun?

"I spent the last few years doing a lot of inward contemplation," Wren tells you both. "I worked on myself. My mental health. I got better. And then, your friends came and visited me. At first, I was going to tell them to leave me alone. I had healed, you know? I didn't want to open up old wounds."

You and Juniper listen closely, equally as fascinated with hearing her story as you are scared.

"But then they mentioned you," Wren says, her eyes on you. "A new girl in Bucky's life. A new flame for Juniper to put out. Sure, I felt it was my duty to protect you from her - but at the same time, I realized I never truly moved on from Bucky. Why should I have helped you get your happily ever after with him? Nobody ever tried to help me. Wanda and Steve knew what a pick-me cunt she was in freshman year, but they never said a word to Bucky. And now I'm supposed to make sure Juniper doesn't do the same to you? Why? Why you? Why do you get the happy ending?"

You let out a shaky breath, doing your best to keep calm. "I'm sorry, Wren. I didn't know," You say lowly. "If I could have helped you out back then, I would have."

"You make me sound like a monster," Juniper says with narrow eyes. "Both of you. All I've ever wanted is for Jamie to be happy. That's what I've wanted my whole life. He's had girlfriends; he's been heartbroken. He's a sensitive soul. I won't let some bitch walk all over him and take advantage of his kindness."

"When did you realize you were in love with him?" Wren asks her with a raised brow.

Juniper glares at her, but her gaze gradually softens as she gives in. "Middle school. He was just getting into classical art, and getting really good at painting. He would try to copy famous paintings as practice. Flaming June. That's what he used to call me when we were kids. It's a painting, if that wasn't obvious. He said I was his Flaming June. Before I even knew what love was, I was feeling it for him. He made me laugh. He looked out for me. He remembered things about me," She says wistfully. "He was my best friend. And I waited. God, did I wait. I waited and waited and waited for him to fall, too, but he just kept floating on that cloud called friendship. I figured that would be enough for me. After all, it was better than nothing. But he's a terrible judge of character - he always has been. It's been my job to remove the weeds from his life - to take out any threats. Not threats to me, threats to his happiness. Jamie's happiest when it's just him and I. He just needs to realize that."

Becoming acutely aware that you're stuck in an abandoned building with two of the most unhinged people you've ever met who are both after the guy you're dating, you suddenly feel sick to your stomach and decide it's best to keep quiet and hope they forget you're there.

"Nice story. Anyway, there's something I've been wanting to do for a long time," Wren says with a sordid smirk. "It would just be so satisfying."

Frowning, Juniper bites, "What?"

Wren's eyes narrow. "Beat the fuck out of you," She utters simply before launching herself at Juniper in an attack.

You jump back instinctively, your heart lurching when you see her punch Juniper square in the jaw. Sure, a part of you would like nothing more than to see Juniper get roughed up, but you feel nauseous and want it to stop immediately.

"Wren, get off her!" You call out, rushing over and trying to pull her off.

Wren shrugs you off before shoving Juniper backwards. Juniper loses her balance and falls backwards, her head hitting the side of a table on her way down. When she lands on the ground, she's unconscious.

"Shit!" You whisper tensely.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," Wren says casually, smoothing down her hair as she turns to you. "Now, where was I?"

Not wanting to set her off, you keep yourself calm. "I think we need to call an ambulance," You say. "She might have a concussion."

Wren's face twists up. "Who gives a fuck?" She asks you harshly. "This is the girl that has ruined our lives. I heard what she did to you. How do you have any sympathy for her?"

You casually take a step back. "That doesn't mean I want her to die," You tell her. "You could get in a lot of trouble, Wren, especially with your history."

"Oh, my God. You actually believe her," She says with a scoff. "You actually think I stabbed her?"

Shaking your head, you take another step back. "Of course not. I just mean, that's what Bucky thinks, right? You don't want to give him any more reason to think badly of you. I'll even say it was me who pushed her," You promise. "I'll say we got into a fight, and I pushed her. You won't get in any trouble, just please call an ambulance."

She tilts her head. "Are you scared?" She asks you with a confused look. "Do you - do you actually think I could hurt someone?"

You steal a glance at Juniper's unmoving body on the floor before looking back at Wren. "No. Of course not. I'm just concerned for her wellbeing," You tell her. "Bucky would want us to look out for her. She's still his best friend, after all."

"Not after he finds out the truth," Wren reminds you.

You take another look at Juniper and panic. What if she's bleeding internally? What if her head cracked open? What if she dies? You refuse to have another death on your hands. If there's even a small chance that waiting another minute means Juniper will die, you won't take it.

With a sharp intake of breath, you lunge at Wren, aiming for the phone sticking out of her pocket. Even if she attacks you afterwards, at least there'll be help on the way. "Get off me!" She cries.

"Just give me your phone!" You shout, trying to reach for it. With a huff, she pulls the phone out of her pocket and throws it with all her might at the wall. "You crazy fucking bitch!" You can't help but scream.

Her eyes darken and she grabs you by the hair, pulling your head down onto a nearby table with a slam. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!" She bellows. "You just want him to yourself, right? You want to save Juniper and make me out to be the bad guy, again, so you can get him to love you!"

"Not everything is about him!" You call out as you do your best to push her off you, ignoring your pounding headache.

"Of course it is!" Wren wails, wrapping her hand around your throat as she pushes you back down on the table. In any other situation, being choked out by a flaming-hot redhead wouldn't be so bad, but right now, it's not what you need.

"Stop," You manage to get out as you kick her legs and claw at her hands to no avail. Your vision blurs and you start to feel lightheaded. This can't be how it ends. Was he worth it?

Who are you kidding? Of course he was. You may not be insane - or maybe you are - but you achieved your college dream. You slept with Bucky Barnes. Who knew that that party would result in your death? Worth it? Bucky's more than worth it. You'd take on a hundred Wrens and Junipers if it meant you had a chance with him. Maybe you are insane. Maybe loving Bucky has made you insane. Loving him? You're in deeper than you thought.

Your energy is dropping. You can't fight back as hard anymore. But all you can think about is Bucky. His perfect smile. His big hands. His incredible dick.

So, this is it. You're dying, and your last thought will be a montage of Bucky railing you. Not bad.

Just as the dark spots in the corners of your vision start to get bigger, and you start to succumb to the darkness, you hear a distant thud. Suddenly, the pressure around your neck is gone. You suck in a sharp breath, filling your lungs with sweet air as you fall to the ground, blinking away the blurry darkness.

Breathing heavily, you slowly look up to see Juniper standing over Wren, who's lying on the floor with a canvas around her neck. Around her neck? It seems Juniper smashed it onto her head, causing Wren to rip through the paper.

"Now, can we kill her?" Juniper asks you with her hands on her hips.

You use the little energy you have to shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. Juniper holds her hand out to you, but before you can attempt to reach up and take it, there are multiple voices in the corridor.

The door slams open to reveal Bucky, with Steve and Yelena on either side of him. Bucky's eyes fill with concern as he takes in the sight, before he shoots a glare at Juniper. "Get the fuck away from her," He says sternly, walking further into the room.

"Wha- Jamie?" Juniper whispers, shaking her head. "I wasn't- I was helping her."

He ignores her, running past Wren who's groaning on the ground and rushing to your side, taking your hand in his. "Are you with me, flora?" He asks, using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Are you okay?"

You nod slowly, your throat too sore for you to try and speak. Part of you wants to tell him that Juniper wasn't hurting you, but when you try to use your voice, all that comes out is a squeak.

"The police are on their way," Steve says, shooting Juniper a cold look. "I suggest you get your story straight."

While Bucky wraps his arms around you, you look up at Juniper, who looks back down at you with a terrified look on her face. "Please," She whispers to you.

You give her a nod.

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Indulgence

Pairing: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Female Reader Summary: When Bucky calls, you go to him. Word Count: Over 5.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, D/s elements, bondage, aftercare, established arrangement, insecurities, pet names, longing, possessive behavior, world building, mix of canon and non-canon, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm very excited for this new AU, lovelies! There's a deep bond between these two, but we know the road to love isn't always easy. ❤️Beta read by the amazing @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. And thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me ramble about this part. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had only been asleep for an hour when your phone went off, your eyes barely open as you reached for the device and saw the familiar name appear. “Bucky?” You answered drowsily.

“Hey, angel,” he said roughly, the pet name bringing a sleepy smile to your face. It sounded like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I have tomorrow off,” you said, a bit more alert as you sat up. “Are you at your apartment?”

“Yeah, I got back a bit ago,” he replied, swearing under his breath. “It’s really late. I just…”

“Need me,” you finished for him, stretching your back as you stood up. If he wanted to tell you he made it home safely from his latest assignment, he would've sent you a text. You knew by now that a call meant he had to see you in person. “Give me a few minutes?”

“You sure? I understand if you’d rather go back to bed.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep until I know you will, too,” you said. It would drive you crazy. “I want to come over. Okay?”

You wondered if the call dropped since you didn't hear anything on the other end. “Okay. I’ll send a car,” he said. He never let you pay for a ride yourself. “Thank you,” he added so softly you almost missed it.

“You don't need to thank me,” you assured him, though you appreciated hearing it. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, your heart skipping a beat before he hung up.

You brushed your teeth again before you changed out of your pajamas. The outfit didn't exactly matter. If it had, he would’ve told you what you wear. It wouldn't stay on long anyway. You sensed that this was a night for him to simply blow off some steam or release anything still pent up from his assignment.

You were more than happy to help.

“On my way.” You messaged him a few minutes later as you went out to the car.

You politely greeted the driver before gazing out the window. If anyone had told you months ago that you’d be sleeping with the former Winter Soldier, you would’ve laughed at them for saying something so crazy. You never expected to meet the man, let alone connect with him. That was your life now though. You were sleeping with Bucky Barnes.

But it wasn't that cut and dry.

“I’ll be outside.” He sent back.

You smiled to yourself as you thought about Bucky, the man searching for himself again. After years of enduring horrific pain and having no control over his actions, he felt lost once he was free. In his eyes, he would never be able to right all the wrongs of the atrocities he was forced to commit, but making amends for his past was a start. It wasn't enough though to heal the cracks from within. It couldn't stop him from plunging into the deep abyss of his mind where it once felt whole.

He had to find a way to feel semi-normal again. He needed to do something good for someone else outside of his heroic duties. And he had to do so in an environment where he could express himself openly, honestly, and authentically with a person he could trust.

That was where you came into the picture.

If Bucky called, no matter what time of day and you were available, you went to his place in a car he paid for. You stayed until you were both satisfied. A more crude way to think of it was that you helped him fuck out his frustrations and gave him a means to inflict pleasure on someone instead of hurt. It was a routine you were used to by now.

“You wanna be my angel?”

You may be his angel, but you weren't his girlfriend. He wasn't in a place to have a typical relationship. You weren't just a fuck buddy either. You were his submissive of sorts, along with his confidant and a way for him to find release and some sense of normalcy.

While he sometimes fucked you like a whore, he never once treated you like one. He cared for your well-being and checked in on you the way a boyfriend would. He kept his place stocked with your favorite snacks. You didn't sleep with anyone else and neither did he. You looked out for each other.

Unlike your last boyfriend.

As far as arrangements went, you could do much worse. There were rules set in place. Bucky was honest about his needs and helped you heal your wounds from the failure of your previous relationship. But the more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Was it a recipe for disaster?

The drive seemed faster than usual because before you knew it the car stopped in front of Bucky’s apartment building. Your pulse quickened when you saw the brunette standing by the door, donned in his usual leather jacket. Even from a short distance, he looked massive and heat bloomed in your core as you knew what was to come. He moved to the curb with more grace than a man his size should have, his hard blue eyes set on you through the glass before he opened the door.

His gaze practically set your heart on fire and it went full ablaze when he tenderly smiled. He was stunningly beautiful even in the dark of night. It almost hurt to look back at him.

You had it bad.

“Hey,” he said, offering you his gloved hand to help you out. You hardly ever saw him out without his vibranium hand covered. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smiled softly, giving the driver a quick thanks before you got out. “You, too.”

Bucky's large hand moved to the small of your back as he gently led you toward the building and opened the door. He didn't like to linger outside for too long. Neither of you spoke as he guided you to his apartment on the first floor and you didn't push him to make small talk. It was a delicate arrangement and some nights didn't call for filler.

Still, you tried to get a read on his emotions. There was a stiffness to his stance, but he didn't appear upset or angry. You also didn’t spot any obvious injuries.

“Were you hurt?” You asked as he took his keys out. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you knew how dangerous the missions were.

He turned and stared at you, not at all surprised by your question since you always asked. “No, I didn’t get hurt,” he assured you, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. “But I can't exactly talk about it either. I’m sorry.”

You nodded in understanding. It was information you weren't privy to and you doubted he called tonight to talk about it anyway. He peeled back layers of himself, yet there was so much underneath that you didn't know about. You cared for him regardless.

“Bucky, you don't have to apologize for that,” you reminded him.

“I just feel bad. You can tell me about your work, but I can't always talk about mine,” he said, looking both ways before he poked his head into his apartment.

“My job isn’t as ‘exciting’ as yours,” you teased before he let you in.

Bucky had a nice place. The partially exposed brick walls paired well with the hardwood floors. Tasteful, but not extravagant. The thick curtains in the living room matched the drapes in his bedroom. Since he occasionally slept on the floor by the oversized chair, it helped to block out the sun. He didn't have much as far as decor, but he did have a piece of art that his best friend, Steve, drew hung up in the hall.

He also had a bowl that you made on the console to hold his keys, which he promptly set them in.

It meant something that he even let you into his apartment when others close to him had never been invited.

“Need anything to drink?” He asked, slipping his jacket and glove off.

He had an empty glass waiting on the kitchen island in case you did. While you indulged in a drink now and then, he wouldn't allow you to have too many. He refused to have sex with you if you were inebriated. Said it took consent away and you wouldn't be alert enough to use a safeword if necessary.

He wouldn't budge on that rule.

“No, thanks,” you answered, gazing at him.

His T-shirt strained against his biceps, one flesh and one vibranium. You could still smell his cologne from the small distance across the room, amber and cedarwood. Warm, comforting, dominating. All the things he was to you.

Not the monster he sometimes believed himself to be.

You eyed him as he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the need to soothe him coming forward when you caught a distant look in his eyes. He didn't even make a move to down his drink as he set his hands on the counter and stared off. Maybe he couldn't give you the details about what happened, but you could take care of him.

Because as much as he sometimes had to have control over you, both of you had power in your relationship.

“Bucky?” You gently called out, pulling him from his trance. “You can talk to me, even if you have to keep some things to yourself.”

His shoulders dropped as he sighed. “Three months.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Three months since we started this,” he answered.

You realized he was right when you remembered the date. It felt longer yet still brand new. “Yeah. Three great months,” you smiled.

A knot formed in your stomach when he didn't smile back. “And you still feel safe with me?” He asked, gripping the counter so hard you thought it might crumble in his hands. “You really trust that I won’t hurt you?”

Your smile slipped, the questions like a punch to the gut as you walked toward him. You stopped a foot in front of him to give him some breathing room as he made eye contact. Where had that come from? What happened to make him question that?

“Of course, I feel safe. Not only do I feel safe with you and trust you, I know that you won't hurt me. You will always take care of me,” you said with fierce determination, yet with a vulnerability you couldn't hide. “If I didn't believe that, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t submit to you.”

You told him the same thing the day you two agreed on this arrangement. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't like your ex. He wouldn't just throw you away without a second thought or ignore your needs. You also had faith in him that he wouldn't harm you.

And as much as you trusted him, he trusted you that much more. If he didn't, he wouldn't have called you in the first place. That meant he still trusted himself around you.

He looked away and asked above a whisper, “Do you still think I'm a good man?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart aching when his jaw clenched. “Bucky, look at me, please.”

He slowly made eye contact with you, a storm swirling in his stare.

“You are a good man,” you stated, needing to reach the part of him that believed it. “And it doesn't matter how many times you ask me that, my answer isn't going to change. Ever.”

Bucky was silent, his breathing the only sound in the space. You were worried that you said the wrong thing before he pushed himself away from the counter. Instead of moving back when he approached, you stood firm, ready to brace the storm. You sometimes felt like a mouse confronted by a lion when he got close, but it sent a thrill through you. Because you meant what you said.

You trusted him and he made you feel safe.

“I just had to hear you say it,” he whispered as he cupped your face.

A fire lit within you as Bucky captured your mouth with his. There was care and tenderness beneath the hunger and you found yourself clinging to his arms as you kissed him back. No one before him had ever kissed you with such desire, such passion. It had you chasing his lips when he pulled away too soon.

“Now go to my room, get undressed, and kneel on the bed facing the headboard,” he ordered, his voice low and allowing the words to sink in just in case you had any objections. Because he was done talking and ready to play.

So were you.

It took you a moment to answer since you had to bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, feeling his eyes on you as you walked to his bedroom.

You focused on keeping your breathing even as you shed your clothes, taking a moment to fold them before you set them on the chair in the corner. The only time you left your garments on the floor was if Bucky put them there or had you put on a show for him. It was his space and you respected it.

He hadn't told you how long to wait for him, but your heart thumped as you knelt on the queen sized bed. You didn’t see any toys as you glanced around, but there was water, snacks, wipes, and the soft blanket you loved waiting on the nightstand. It took a moment for you to spot that there was a blindfold and scarf on top of the blanket. Your womb clenched in anticipation, an exquisite feeling knowing your patience and obedience would reward you.

Bucky walked through the door a minute later and shut it behind him. The energy shifted completely, both of you ready for each other. As much as you wanted to lift your gaze and look behind you, you kept your eyes downcast as he approached the bed. He cupped your cheek once he was close enough and forced your eyes to meet his.

“My beautiful angel,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your skin as you glowed from the praise. He reached for the scarf and ran his fingers across the silk as he glanced at you. “As much as I hate to cover those beautiful eyes of yours and restrain you, I want you to concentrate on my touch tonight. Just let me have you.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back,” he said, moving to secure them once you did so. The silk was soft against your skin, almost as soft as the kiss to your shoulder. After years of being restrained, you knew he felt guilty at times taking your control away. The difference was you gave yourself to him willingly. “Tell me your safewords.”

“Green is good. Yellow to pause,” you stated, testing the scarf. He never bound you too tight, but it was enough that you couldn’t slip your wrists free. “Red to stop."

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You turned your head a fraction so he could slot his lips properly over yours. Gentle, yet hot enough to melt your insides. “My good girl.”

He maneuvered you so you were in the middle of the bed and spread your knees a bit further apart. He joined you on his knees, still fully clothed. Casting your gaze down again, you bit your lip when you saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A hand came up to grasp your chin before you could stare for too long and lifted your head. If you were still wearing your panties, they would’ve dampened from his darkened gaze.

“So beautiful and all mine tonight,” he said.

“I’m yours, Sir,” you whispered, the word “always” unspoken.

“And I know you were staring,” he smirked, his fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans. His impressive cock sprang free once he pushed his underwear and pants down far enough and you wished you could lean down and swirl your tongue around the large head. “Greedy angel. Just desperate to have my cock in you.”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” you begged.

He made a show of lifting the blindfold before he slipped it over your head, your body tensing up when your world went dark. Sight was one of the senses you relied on the most. It helped you absorb most of the world around you. And now it was temporarily gone. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest as you breathed a bit heavier. But Bucky was there, softly touching your face until you relaxed.

“Breathe, angel. I’ve got you,” he whispered, drawing a gasp from you when his lips touched yours. His hands mapped your body, brushing along your breasts down to your thighs. You felt him everywhere. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered as a hand moved around your back and forced you to arch. He was careful not to hurt your arms. “Please.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips closed around your nipple. You could practically feel that he looked up at you as he gently suckled. A wave of arousal crashed through you as he pinched the other. No one had ever lavished your body with such attention the way Bucky did.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured against the swell of your breast. “Helpless. Trembling. Needy.”

You didn't mean to let such a wanton moan escape, but he made you feel needed. He made you feel wanted. It was a beautiful thing to surrender to him.

“And I love that I'm the one you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you with my life, Sir,” you moaned.

And your heart, even though he had the power to break it.

Your chest suddenly felt colder when Bucky pulled his mouth and hand away and you shook from the loss of his heat. His vibranium hand touched your torso to remind you he was close when he shifted closer to you on the bed. You gasped when he dragged his hand down and you were helpless to do anything but feel when it slid between your legs.

“You're doing so well for me,” he said, his teeth grazing your neck as his fingers spread your sopping folds. He teased you, letting you soak his metal fingers as you mewled. He lightly bit you again when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding along your slit, but not pushing inside you just yet. “You want me inside you? You need me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me.”

Your cheeks flamed as you whined. “I need you to fuck me, Sir,” you said, trying to widen your thighs to take him in more.

“I will. I'm going to give you everything you need,” he rumbled, gripping your hips with strong and capable hands to keep you still. “And you’re going to let me ruin your pretty little pussy with my cock.”

You panted with want at his possessiveness. Filthy words were something you never thought you’d hear from someone associated with The Avengers and they kicked your body into overdrive. You ached to have him split you open. “Ruin me, Sir.”

In one swift move he lifted you, pulled you into his lap, and buried himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you let out a cry, every inch of his cock stretching and making itself at home in your welcoming cunt. You couldn't brace yourself on his shoulders with your hands behind your back. You couldn't see the ecstasy in his eyes as he let you adjust to his size, but you didn't have to. Not with the way he dug his fingers in and groaned against your shoulder.

He took you to heaven when he was inside you.

“Color,” he said against your skin, thrusting his hips up once.

“Green,” you moaned, reminding yourself to stay still when you wanted him to move. “So green.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing up to your ear. “Keep being good while I bounce you up and down on my cock.”

Your eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he pulled you up and slammed you back down on his cock. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was difficult to string thoughts together, but they all went back to him and how good he made you feel. How he made you feel beautiful.

Flaws and all.

“It’s like your cunt was made for me, angel. Practically crying all over my cock,” his voice was smoky as sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips. The next moan was softer when he slid a hand up to your neck, resting it there as the other kept your hips flush against his. “You deserve to feel good because you are good. So fucking good.”

Your lower lip trembled as a sob worked its way to your throat, “Thank you, Sir,” you whimpered before he squeezed.

“And I. Deserve. You.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. You didn’t have to see his face to know the fury that surfaced. “My angel. Mine.”

It overwhelmed you as he bounced you in his lap, sinking you down onto him again and again. His thrusts were almost unforgiving, but the hand on your throat didn’t tighten anymore. He couldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m your angel, Sir,” you moaned as he reduced you to a needy wet mess.

“I wanna tear you apart,” he growled against your lips. “And put you back together so you still feel me when you fucking breathe.”

“Tear me apart, Sir,” you gasped, a plea for him to use you more. Your thighs hit his as he thrust up and all you could do was take it. He touched places inside you no one else could reach, physically and emotionally, and you never wanted it to stop. “Please!”

“Tell me you need me to come inside you and I’ll let you come,” he ordered, the hand on your neck squeezing a fraction. “Say it.”

“Come inside me, Sir,” you begged.

“Bucky,” he breathed against your lips. “Say. My. Name.”

Your next breath was shaky. He always had you call him “Sir” on nights like this. Why was this different?

Your orgasm began to crest, but you couldn’t let go until you gave him what he wanted. And he’d give you what you needed. “Come inside me, Bucky,” you exhaled. “Please.”

He swiped his thumb along your pulse with a deep groan, his cock still driving up into you. “I will after you come,” he promised, his tongue sliding past your parted lips and pulling away all too quickly. “C’mon, angel. Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The sob you tampered down earlier resuraced, wrenched from your throat as you came. Your release continued, practically leaking around his cock as tears slid out beneath the blindfold. You were beyond rational thought as pleasure spiraled through you, vaguely aware that he thrust through it to chase his own end.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunted, pulsing hotly inside you as he filled you up.

Both of you panted as you continued to drift from euphoria, your heart still beating wildly. You were warm, but your body shivered as he lifted you up. Your combined release slid from your aching cunt once he slipped free. You floated and wanted him to catch you, but you couldn’t put your arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered when you let out a whimper. He made quick work of untying your wrists so he could lay you down properly and wipe away the tears still on your cheeks. “I’m going to take the blindfold off.”

Your eyes stayed shut for a moment when Bucky removed it, but you cracked them open when you wanted to see him. Your vision slowly cleared as you blinked a few times, your mind still floating as he came into view. He called you an angel, but he was the one who had a halo around his head at the moment. A gorgeous angel who had unrightfully had his wings taken away. He smiled like he wanted to eat you alive, but his touch was nothing short of tender when he brought his hand to your face.

“So fucking beautiful. You did so well for me. Fuck, I just wanna clean you with my tongue and fill you up all over again,” he praised as you clenched around nothing and whined. As hot as it sounded, you needed a bit of rest after that. “Not tonight,” he smiled, keeping a hand on you as he grabbed a wipe.

A reason he had everything close by was because you craved his touch after sex. If he ever got too far away, you whimpered and reached for him. It made you feel needy, but he assured you that he needed to keep touching you just as badly.

It just wasn’t fair that he looked so composed.

Bucky continued to shower you with soft praise as he cleaned you up. It didn’t take him long before he wrapped the soft blanket around you, trembles moved through your entire body as he put his arms around you, too. He took aftercare very seriously. It was a way for you to feel cared for and nurtured while allowing your body and brain to return back to normal. He never wanted you to experience negativity or sadness after any sort of session, especially an intense one.

You were aware that he moved you closer in his arms and rested his cheek against the top of your head, but you weren't ready to speak yet. It always took you a minute to come back to yourself and he was never one to rush or push you. If relaxing in his embrace was what it took to return to the world, he was more than content to keep you in his arms.

At least, that was what he told you.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes. Your heartbeat was back to a steady rhythm, but you still weren't ready to move yet. You were warm and safe. Bucky was there to take care of you. But what about him?

Had you taken care of him?

Bucky had a faint smile on his face when you lifted your head, his shoulders relaxed and eyes soft. Like he was at ease with everything around him. “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered, peppering your face with light kisses.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly, your voice a little hoarse as you brought a hand to his hair, happy that you could touch him again. Judging by the way his eyes slipped shut for a moment before he opened them, he missed your touch, too.

“You okay?”

“I am and so are you. You're okay.” It wasn't a question. Whatever haunted him earlier was gone.

For now.

He didn't tear his gaze away as he reached for the water behind him, which you gratefully accepted as he put it to your lips. “You amaze me, you know? You just came back to yourself, but you're talking about me being okay.”

“Isn’t that why you call me?” You asked with a small frown, taking another large sip. “To help you?”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not just about me. This is about you, too.”

You took one more drink before you could say something stupid. Yes, this was about you, too. How he didn't push too far. How he’d hold you after sex and talk with you because those things were important to you. How he made you feel cherished and wanted for a short while.

You just didn't want to admit that he was a constant in your mind. But would it be so wrong if you did? Even if he’d never date you, didn't he have a right to know how you felt?

Communication was key and you would have to eventually tell him if those feelings persisted.

“It’s about both of us and I just want you to be okay,” is what you said because it was the truth.

He set the water aside and cupped your cheek, his calloused hand a little cool, but nice. You almost wished you could hide from his knowing eyes, but he didn’t press you for more. “I am now,” he said, swallowing a little. “I just couldn't let you see me tonight.”

Worry filled his eyes like he may have upset you, but you shook your head. You had seen his scars, but he was never obligated to show you his body. “You're letting me see you now,” you said, scooting closer as he brought your wrist to his mouth to kiss it.

You thought about how the evening played out. How he asked if you thought he was a good man. How he demanded that you speak his name. And how he said he deserved you. Either something happened while he was gone or someone said or did something to get to him. You wished you knew what it was since he didn’t expand on what had been eating away at him before.

“And before you ask, you didn't hurt me,” you told him, knowing the question was coming. You appreciated that he cared enough to check.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good because I’d never stop hating myself if I did,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “You don't deserve that kind of pain.”

Your heart swelled, not letting any past hurt enter your mind. He made you believe that you deserved better than what you had. It was a good feeling.

“Neither do you. And that's a reason why safewords exist. Both of us can use them,” you reminded him. Like aftercare, he took the words seriously. He listened to you. And if he ever got overwhelmed, he had every right to stop it the same way you did. “So no self-hate tonight.”

He huffed in mock annoyance. “Yes, ma’am. And speaking of self-hate,” he teased, tilting his head to look your way. “I really don’t want to go to therapy tomorrow.”

There was a forced calmness in his blue eyes as you assessed him. “You still don’t like your therapist,” you stated.

One of the conditions of his pardon was that he had to go to therapy. It was meant to help him process his thoughts and past experiences in order to work through them. Though he didn’t tell you what went on in his sessions as it was none of your business, he didn’t keep it a secret from you that the doctor was far from his favorite person.

You wondered if Bucky told her about you.

“What’s there to like?” He asked.

You smiled a little, knowing better than to poke the bear and say she probably wasn't that bad. “Well, being able to speak to someone who provides non-judgemental and empathetic support is one thing.”

“That’s why I like talking to you,” he said, the affection in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what else to say.

Moments like that made you think he cared. No, that wasn’t right. You knew he cared about you. But hearing things like that made you feel like there was hope for more and he wasn’t ready for that.

Hope was both a wonderful and dangerous thing.

“Have you met anyone else?” He asked suddenly, moving his hand to your back.

It was a question Bucky asked every time he had you over. He said from the start if there was another man in your life that you’d rather be with, someone who could offer you more, he’d step aside. There wasn't anyone else. You didn't want anyone else.

And while it was admirable that he would walk away if that ever changed, your heart ached at the thought that he’d easily let you go. Because at the end of the day he wasn't ready for a relationship. Not yet.

Even if he was, who said he wanted one with you?

“No, I haven't met anyone,” you said, feeling the warm breath of his exhale against your skin as his hand moved up and down your back. It relaxed you more and you found yourself fighting a yawn. “Have you?”

“No,” he chuckled. The crinkles by his eyes made him look carefree. “Not since you saved me.”

You shut your eyes, afraid that tears would well up if you looked at him. “I didn't save you. All I did was buy you a coffee one afternoon,” you whispered dismissively.

That day changed your life.

“I’m going to let that slide since you're sleepy, but I’m going to remind you when you're wide awake that you did a lot more than that,” he spoke. He held you a little tighter when you stayed quiet. You were more tired than you thought. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You let your eyes shut at his command. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bucky.”

“Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

There was something else unspoken in the air, but a tender kiss to your forehead stopped you from reading too deeply into it.

In the morning, he’d send you back to your place after he made you breakfast. He’d text you later to make sure you were okay. He would continue to check in and you would do your best not to fall for him more. Because one day he wouldn't need you anymore. You didn't know when that day would come, but tonight you could indulge in the fantasy that Bucky wanted you to be his girl.

Permanently.

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SEVEN: SHE'S CRAZIER THAN I THOUGHT

18+

No matter how much you may hate him right now, Bucky reminds you of all the reasons you were so attracted to him in the first place. Steve and Thor go on a road trip, unknowingly joined by two others with similar motives.

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, sexual tension, smut, penetrative sex, dom!bucky, degredation kink, angst, crying, insecurities, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, softdom!bucky, aftercare.

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Grant places the fourth glass of red wine on the coffee table with a clink, standing up proudly with his hands on his hips as he grins at you, Maria, and Bucky. The three of you sitting on the couch in that order, looking up at Grant expectantly.

"There's nothing quite like a Sauvignon to awaken the artist," He claims, picking up one of the glasses and taking a sip before closing his eyes and sighing. "Mm." When nobody says anything, he opens his eyes again and smiles. "Don't be shy, have some!"

Bucky's the first to bite. He takes one of the glasses and has a sip, Maria following suit soon after. Not wanting to be the odd one out, you take the last glass left.

"Now, we're ready to create," Grant decides. "We only have two weeks left before the deadline, so I'd prefer for us to have most of it done by this Sunday. The final week can be for minor tweaks."

"Who put him in charge?" Maria mutters bitterly.

"Maria- you and I are at opposite corners, so we'll go first," Grant says. "Let's go to my atelier."

"Why do we have to do this together?" Maria asks with a groan. "Couldn't we just each have the canvas for a couple of days?"

Grant looks appalled at her words. "This is an artistic collaboration. If we aren't in sync, there will be no meaning to this piece. We may be painting individually, but there needs to be synergy," He explains.

"Alright, alright," She mumbles, standing up with her tools and walking out of the room with him, leaving you on the couch with Bucky.

The silence lasts for a full five minutes before you finally get bored enough to swallow your pride and speak first.

"If we're gonna be painting together, we may as well talk to each other," You say, keeping your face forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his head twitch towards you.

"I'm good."

Baffled by his attitude, you turn to face him with a scoff. "Excuse me?"

There's no clear emotion on his face as he replies, "I said I'm good. I prefer to paint in silence, anyway."

Not only are you confused by his obvious anger at you, you're annoyed. He's the one who showed his best friend your nudes - how dare he act like you're the one who hurt him?

You think back to the events over the past week. The last time you spoke to him was a pleasant interaction, so why has he reverted back to being cold? But then, you remember that he saw you making out with Tony. Is he seriously pissed off because of that?

"You really need to get your shit together," You utter bluntly before taking another long sip of wine. Admittedly, the alcohol is loosening your lips. "We've been over for weeks. Did you not think I'd eventually get with someone else?"

"I'm not a child," Bucky replies lowly. "I guess I just thought you had raised your standards since dating Tony."

With a roll of your eyes, you stand up, not wanting to spend another second in his toxic presence. "I thought so too, but you turned out to be an even bigger asshole than him," You spit.

He stands up too, narrowing his eyes into a glare. "I'm the asshole?"

"Yes!" You double down. "You put on the good boy act, but you're just another heartless sack of shit."

Bucky has no idea where this is coming from, but he's too pissed off to ask for clarification. "I can't believe I ever wasted my time on you," He says coldly.

"Why don't you go cry about it to your best friend, you prick?" You say childishly.

"Shut the fuck up," Bucky spits.

"Make me," You dare him, hoping he's intimidated.

With his jaw clenched, Bucky says nothing in response. Instead, he drops his glass of wine and grabs your arms before pulling you closer and crashing his lips onto yours.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Yelena asks with a frown as she looks up at the red brick house.

Wanda shrugs. "This is the address her old friends gave me," She says as the pair cross the street. Wanda's ready to make her way through the small pathway and up to the impressive house to knock, but Yelena stops in her tracks.

"What the fuck?" She mutters under her breath.

"What is it?" Wanda asks, following her eyes to a grey car.

"That's- I'm so sure that's Thor's car," Yelena says with narrow eyes, shaking her head.

"Thor Odinson?" Wanda asks with a frown. "Why would he be four hours away from campus during the week?"

"I have no fucking idea," Yelena replies. "But I'm sure that's his car."

"Maybe one of the letters in the license plate is different," Wanda suggests. "Y'know, maybe that D is actually a zero on Thor's car."

Deciding she must not know Thor's car as well as she does, Yelena shrugs. It's next to impossible that Thor would be on the same street as them right now, so she turns away from the car and rejoins Wanda in walking over to the house.

"Wait," It's Wanda's turn to stop. "Do you hear that?"

Yelena's ears perk up. The sound of two men scuffling between the two houses in front of men. "None of our business," She states firmly, not wanting to get involved an unrelated fight when they have a clear mission.

"Hold on," Wanda insists. "I'm sure I recognize that voice..."

Yelena's about to argue that they shouldn't start a side mission and that there's no way the voice belongs to someone she actually knows, but when Wanda takes her hand to lead her to the alleyway, her mouth clamps shut. Yes, ma'am. Anything, ma'am.

When they round the corner, it seems the men have stopped arguing and instead have started making out. It's Wanda's instinct to look away to give them privacy - until she realizes she does recognize them.

"Steve?" She asks, utterly appalled.

"Thor?" Yelena echoes, her eyes wide.

The two men pull away from the kiss and turn to the women, the looks on their faces a mixture of confusion and oh fuck, we've been caught. Instantly, Thor pushes Steve off of him. Steve is too busy staring at Wanda, baffled, to be offended.

The four of them, looking between each other, only have one question on each of their lips, which they chorus: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Bucky's hands are all over you, making you realize just how much you missed him. Even a quickie against the wall with him gives you more passion and pleasure than a night with any other man, making you forget that you hate him right now.

"Look at you, getting all quiet on me now," He mutters as he rubs his cock against your soaking pussy. "This all I have to do to get you to shut your mouth?"

"Fuck you," You spit, digging your nails into his shoulder. "Just... Just put it in, Bucky."

He smirks, teasing you as he brings it to your entrance and pushes the tip in, only to slowly pull it back out. "Say please, flora," He whispers.

You should tell him to get off you for what he did - but in this moment, you can't even remember what it was you were angry about. What did he do again? Something that pissed you off... but what?

"I'm not a very patient man," He warns you. "You gonna show some manners for me?"

Afraid he isn't bluffing and will leave you high and dry if you don't do as he says, you lock your eyes onto his. "Please fuck me," You say quietly.

Bucky tuts, shaking his head. "Not good enough," He says. "Louder."

It doesn't matter to you that you're in someone else's home. It doesn't matter that that someone else is currently in their home. All that matters is Bucky being inside you.

"Please, Bucky," You whine, wrapping your arms around him. "Please fuck me. Use me."

"Use you?" He repeats, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, you want me to use you?"

"Yeah," You whimper, pressing your forehead to his. "Use me like a fucktoy."

Holding back his groans, Bucky slowly sinks his cock into you. "That's it, take it all," He mutters. "Fuck. Almost forgot how good this pussy feels."

You throw your head back as he starts fucking you, fitting inside you perfectly. The wall keeps you firmly in place as he pounds into you, his eyes fluttering shut as his head falls into your neck. He lets out low grunts into your ear, each one sending a shiver down your spine.

Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as he snaps his hips, fucking you harder. The expensive painting on the wall next to your head thumps with each thrust, threatening to fall off. Neither of you care enough to-

"Wait, hold on," Bucky mutters, slowing down as he reaches out to pull the painting off the wall and carefully places it on the couch. "That's a Dumas. Can't harm it."

You let out a soft laugh, agreeing with his reasoning but eager for him to finish what he started. Without wasting much more time, Bucky tightly holds your hips in place and continues slamming in and out of you. He brings one of his thumbs to your clit and rubs it, stealing the air from your lungs.

"Bucky, don't stop," You cry, tugging on his hair. "I'm almost there."

He keeps going at the same pace, his other hand rubbing your neck, making your stomach flip. "Cum for me, fucktoy," He mutters lowly. "Show me what a good little slut you can be."

With a loud moan, you finally meet sweet release, your heart racing as your body shudders.

"That's it," Bucky grumbles, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reaches his end, filling you with him cum. "Look at you; such a dirty slut for me. Fuck."

Whimpers escape your mouth as you slowly catch your breath, your mind gradually coming back to you. Bucky gently puts you down, and you stumble back to the couch, a sudden dread forming in your stomach. It all comes back to you, along with your common sense - why you were angry at him. Because he betrayed your trust and showed off your nudes as if you're nothing but an object to him. No, a fucktoy. And you've just played right into his hands again.

Before you know it, you're tearing up, disgusted with yourself. How could you give in to him again? Hot tears fall down your cheeks and you cover your mouth, not wanting him to hear you.

"You okay, flora?" Bucky asks from behind you while zipping up his jeans. The sound makes you cringe, and an uncontrollable sob escapes your throat. Immediately, Bucky walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as concern floods his features. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, blinking away the tears and sniffling. You've never felt this horrific after sex, and you want the ground to swallow you up. Everything that usually turns you on - his degrading words, rough treatment - has you feeling utterly worthless now.

"Come here, baby," He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. You try to fight against him, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, but he doesn't let you go.

Your breaths are shaky, your words barely recognizable. "I'm not a slut," You manage to utter, feeling pathetic after the sentence leaves your mouth. Yeah, right. You just let a man who exposed your intimate pictures to someone else fuck you against the wall of your classmate's apartment. What else are you if not a slut?

Bucky holds you tighter, stroking your hair. He isn't completely sure how to navigate this situation - nobody's ever cried after he's had sex with them, admittedly - but he knows he wants to make you feel better. "You know I didn't mean that," He states lowly.

"It's true, though," You whisper against his chest, his shirt wet with your tears.

"No, it's not," Bucky assures you, cupping your face and tilting your head upwards so you're forced to look up at him. "You're a good girl, flora."

Your stomach flips, but you still can't bring yourself to believe him. "I sent you nudes and we weren't even dating," You say, your words echoing Juniper's harsh insults outside the library.

Bucky frowns, wondering where this is coming from. "And I sent you nudes back," He reminds you. "Does that make me a slut, too?"

"But... you showed them..." Your voice trails off as you wince.

"What?" He asks with furrowed brows.

"Did you show them to anyone?" You question him quietly. "My pictures?"

Bucky feels his blood run cold - do you really think he could do that to you? To anyone? He guesses that you regret sending him those pictures, possibly concerned that he'd show someone else.

"Flora," He begins, doing his best to remain calm. "What happens between us stays here. I wouldn't- fuck. I'm not like that. You know me better than that. Don't you?"

You hiccup.

His thumbs rub soft circles on your cheeks. "I wouldn't do that to you, baby. Not when you're so good for me," He mumbles, his lips brushing against yours.

"Promise?" You whisper.

"I swear to you," Bucky says gravely. "Never. Nobody else gets to you see you like that. Your perfect body gift wrapped in that pretty lingerie... nobody else gets that. Nobody but me."

Your heart soars and you hope to God you aren't being a fool by believing him. This means Juniper was lying. She was either bluffing about the colour of your bra, or she went through Bucky's phone without him knowing. Either way, you have a newfound rage towards her and a burning desire to beat her ass.

"Look at me," Bucky whispers. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

You nod, once again feeling safe in his arms. "I don't want Tony," You tell him. "I want you."

"I know, baby," He says before kissing you softly. "You're all mine. Tell me."

"I'm yours," You reply, clutching onto his shirt. "All yours. I don't want anybody else."

"And all I want is you," He promises, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing your ass. "You're mine, flora. Nobody else gets you. Nobody."

With that, he kisses you again, both of you ignoring the sound of Grant and Maria entering the room.

"What the fuck?" Grant spits, appalled. "What happened to my Dumas?"

Yelena stirs two sugar cubes into her tea, keeping her eyes on the dark, swirling liquid. The room is silent, and she doesn't feel brave enough to be the first to speak.

"So," Wanda begins, slapping her hands on her thighs. "Shall we start at the beginning?"

God, Yelena thinks to herself. She's so sexy when she takes charge.

Wren Wragley is sitting on a green armchair opposite her four guests. She looks different from how Steve and Wanda remember her. Her ginger hair is longer with blonde streaks in it, her top lip is fuller than it used to be, and she got better at doing makeup. All in all, she looks like she's doing well for herself. If Thor wasn't here, Steve thinks he'd definitely be trying to get into her pants right now.

"Look, I have shit to do," She says, marking another difference - she curses a lot more now. "I could spend hours talking about that cunt. What's in it for me?"

The four guests look amongst each other, each of them silently willing the others to pipe up. With a soft sigh, Yelena decides it's time for her to be brave. "I know going over what happened in the past isn't going to be fun for you," She begins. "But we need to know the truth before Juniper ruins another girl's life. My best friend made the mistake of getting involved with Bucky, and now Juniper's doing the same thing to her that she did to you."

Wren's brow twitches at Yelena's words.

Steve sits forward. "You know what Bucky's like, Wren. You know he's a good guy - his only bad trait is how naive he is when it comes to Juniper," He says softly, attempting to pull at her heartstrings. "He was happy with Y/N. Really happy. Juniper's already managed to come between them, but if you help us, we can fix things for them and expose Juniper's true colors to Bucky. He needs to know what she's been doing behind his back all these years - that she's the reason he's been so unlucky in love."

"This is your chance to get revenge," Thor chimes in, using a different angle. "Help us take Juniper down. She's been in power for far too long, and it's about time she gets knocked down a peg."

Wren raises a brow at Wanda, waiting for her input.

Wanda sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "If you come back with us, I promise I won't hold you back from beating the shit out of her," She offers.

"Alright," Wren says. "I'll tell you what happened - but we need a plan. A good plan. As much as I hate the cunt, she's smart and manipulative. We need Bucky to see her for what she is, completely, so she has no space to wriggle through and get his forgiveness."

"Deal," Yelena chirps.

A long sigh leaves Wren's mouth and she sinks back into her chair. "Fuck. Where to even begin?" She mumbles to herself before sitting up again. "I'll make this quick. I met Bucky at a party, first week of college. The party was at my sorority house. He was cute, and nice, so we exchanged numbers. I texted him a couple days later, but he didn't respond. I must've really liked him, 'cause I texted him multiple times, and finally got the hint after two weeks that he didn't like me."

Wanda raises a brow. "I remember that party. Steve, that's when you and I hooked up," She says, making Thor scoff softly.

"You two hooked up?" He asks casually.

"I remember because it was the night I realized I was a full-blown lesbian," Wanda continues, to which Steve inwardly cringes while Thor laughs heartily. Looking back at Wren, Wanda goes on to say, "Bucky was glued to your side all night and Juniper was pissed. No way he would have ghosted you if he knew you were texting him."

"If he knew I was texting him," Wren repeats with a sordid smirk. "I didn't know at the time, but the cunt was deleting all my messages before he had a chance to read them."

"Fucking hell," Yelena mutters. "She's crazier than I thought."

"Oh, wait for it," Wren sings. "I started working at that bakery opposite campus - is that still there? - and one morning, Bucky came in. At first, I tried to avoid him, but it became clear he was still interested. Instead of texting him, I'd just wait for him to come in every morning, and we'd share a Danish while talking about video games."

"Cute," Yelena can't help but swoon, causing Wanda to nudge her in the stomach.

"I met the cunt about a month later," Wren says. "She immediately disliked me, and made that clear to Bucky, but he'd just laugh off her concern."

"Then he's dumb," Wren states bluntly, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, we carry on dating, and eventually, he asks me to be his girlfriend. That's when the cunt really kicked things up a notch. She'd tell him that I was flirting with other guys at parties, that I didn't seem as into Bucky as he was into me, that he needed someone he could trust. But none of it worked. He just ignored her."

"He's always just thought she's over protective," Steve says, shaking his head. "That she's just looking out for him."

"We saw the report she made," Wanda says. "About Professor Derrick?"

"Professor Derrickson," Wren confirms with a nod, her jaw clenching at the memory. "A sweet, old man. Taught me Sociology. Actually, he taught me and the cunt. She made up some bullshit about me trying to sleep with him for better grades."

"Seriously?" Steve asks, taken aback.

"Yep," Wren says with a nod. "But after their investigation, they eventually figured out that the cunt was lying. Well, she claimed she misheard, so she got away with it. Professor Derrickson, however, assumed it was me that complained about his conduct, so he asked for me to be removed from his class. I didn't blame him."

"That's horrible," Thor mutters with a frown. "She took it way too far."

"Oh, I'm not done," Wren tells him with a dry laugh. "And neither was the cunt. After that, she dropped the act around me. I guess I was afraid Bucky wouldn't believe me, so I didn't say anything. I didn't wanna lose him, so I just put up with the cunt's bullshit, no matter how far she took it. There's so much she did, I can hardly remember it all. She contacted my parents at one point and told them I was a drug addict and that they should convince me to drop out of college and go home, where I'd be safe from temptation."

"Holy shit," Wanda mutters, in disbelief that this is the same Juniper she's been living with for the past two years.

"Thankfully, my parents eventually believed me and let me stay at college," Wren says. "That was the first time I told Bucky about what a cunt the cunt was. He was confused, naturally, and told me he had to talk to her about it. I d'know, I guess she broke down in tears and convinced him she was a perfect angel. He told me I must've had it wrong. That someone else must've been the one who spoke to my parents."

"Dumbass," Wands mutters under her breath, hoping Bucky isn't still as naive as he was back then.

"I kept quiet after that. Despite the cunt's attempts, things were going really well between Bucky and I. Then came his birthday," Wren's tone darkens as her eyes glaze over. "He wasn't used to having a big celebration, but the cunt convinced me it was what he wanted. For some reason, I believed her, and planned a huge party. Hired a fucking yacht, and all. He hated it, all the attention, but assured me he was thankful."

"That was a crazy party," Steve says, looking down.

"Yeah. It was crazy," Wren agrees, a nervous look in her eyes as she looks up at her guests. "Uh, I'm not sure how much Bucky's told you about that night..."

"Not much," Wanda tells her. "All I've heard is that... you had a breakdown, fought with Juniper, and nobody ever saw you again."

A small smile pulls at Wren's lips. In a way, she's proud of the mysterious legacy she's left behind. "The night started off well. I... I really did love Bucky a lot, and he loved me," She says, unable to look any of them in the eyes as she speaks. "Our relationship moved really fast. Too fast. We were probably more infatuated with the idea of each other rather than in love. Our first relationship as adults, we thought we were the only people in the world who felt as intensely as we did." Wren looks around the room, her stomach flipping as she continues her story. "So, when he proposed to me that night, I didn't hesitate in saying yes."

so sorry so so sorry for the cliffhanger but part 8 is almost ready so you won't have to wait long !!

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Patience

Pairing : Mafia!Bucky x OFC

Summary : Bucky Barnes wants her, and he is ready to wait...

Author's note : Not beta read. Some of the many little stories I have in my head. Maybe a future fic ?

There he was, leaning against his car, waiting for her. Just like every time she finished work. And it was the same in the morning. He waited in the same way, ready to accompany her. And every day she would meet his eyes and decide to take the bus.

But Bucky Barnes was a patient man. And patience always pays off in the end. Like today. It had been a long and complicated day. The buses were full and she didn't have the strenght to stand in the cold until the next one came along.

She'd be lying if she said that he was the only reason. This man looked after her. He gave her the attention she needed. He wanted her. Her and no one else. Something that no-one before him had ever offered her.

As she walked towards him, took his hand, let him kiss it, got into the car with him, she knew she was crossing a point of no return. But she did all this without regret.

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Thank you ! 🥰 I will probably turn this one into a full fanfiction 👀

Patience

Pairing : Mafia!Bucky x OFC

Summary : Bucky Barnes wants her, and he is ready to wait...

Author's note : Not beta read. Some of the many little stories I have in my head. Maybe a future fic ?

There he was, leaning against his car, waiting for her. Just like every time she finished work. And it was the same in the morning. He waited in the same way, ready to accompany her. And every day she would meet his eyes and decide to take the bus.

But Bucky Barnes was a patient man. And patience always pays off in the end. Like today. It had been a long and complicated day. The buses were full and she didn't have the strenght to stand in the cold until the next one came along.

She'd be lying if she said that he was the only reason. This man looked after her. He gave her the attention she needed. He wanted her. Her and no one else. Something that no-one before him had ever offered her.

As she walked towards him, took his hand, let him kiss it, got into the car with him, she knew she was crossing a point of no return. But she did all this without regret.

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Thank you so much ! ❤️❤️

In Every Universe

Pairing : Bucky x Female Reader

Summary : Bucky wants to know if he deserves you...

All Bucky wanted was to see his mother again. He hadn't been able to say goodbye. Didn't get to tell her he was still alive. Hydra had stolen his life. His family. He wanted to see her smile again, talk to her, tell her he was okay now. And above all, to tell her about you.

Sometimes, often, he thought you deserved better than him. Better than a broken, tortured man. And on the other hand, he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to believe he had a right to happiness. The right to a second chance. And to believe it, he needed to hear it from his mother. This woman who had loved him so much. The woman who would have given up everything for him.

So he'd gone to see Doctor Strange, who'd agreed to help him, though with the caveat that he'd only be allowed a short time with his mother. But that was all Bucky needed. He was happy, but also nervous. Very nervous. And by pacing and asking too many questions, something had gone wrong. It wasn't his mother who had appeared, but Bucky . Several versions. From, according to Strange, different universes.

They were all somewhat surprised to be here. However, Bucky could see the happiness emanating from some of them. Others, with metal arms like his, were troubled in a way similar to his own. Finally, he kept his distance from some who seemed strange, even dangerous.

Hoever it was one in particular that caught his attention. An older version of himself. The only one of advanced age. He claimed to be Secretary of State of the United States. The wedding ring on his finger indicated that he was married. So he asked him questions. And old Barnes told him his life story. That he'd been saved. That he had been able to return home and marry the woman of his life. And that they'd started a big family.

The Secretary of State then pulled out a photo he always kept in his wallet. It was an old photo from when he was younger, back from the war: him and you. Or at least another version of you. This woman had the same name as you. For Bucky, this couldn't be a mere coincidence.

Bucky needed to verify the theory that emerged in his head. He showed a photo of you to each of his variants. And each of them recognized you. In every universe where he existed, you were there too. With him.

And that was enough to prove to him that he had a right to be happy, to keep fighting for it. For you. For both of you.

At last, each of them began to disappear. Time was up. The last to go was old Barnes, the Secretary of State. The latter greeted him with a wave and a smile.

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In Every Universe

Pairing : Bucky x Female Reader

Summary : Bucky wants to know if he deserves you...

All Bucky wanted was to see his mother again. He hadn't been able to say goodbye. Didn't get to tell her he was still alive. Hydra had stolen his life. His family. He wanted to see her smile again, talk to her, tell her he was okay now. And above all, to tell her about you.

Sometimes, often, he thought you deserved better than him. Better than a broken, tortured man. And on the other hand, he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to believe he had a right to happiness. The right to a second chance. And to believe it, he needed to hear it from his mother. This woman who had loved him so much. The woman who would have given up everything for him.

So he'd gone to see Doctor Strange, who'd agreed to help him, though with the caveat that he'd only be allowed a short time with his mother. But that was all Bucky needed. He was happy, but also nervous. Very nervous. And by pacing and asking too many questions, something had gone wrong. It wasn't his mother who had appeared, but Bucky . Several versions. From, according to Strange, different universes.

They were all somewhat surprised to be here. However, Bucky could see the happiness emanating from some of them. Others, with metal arms like his, were troubled in a way similar to his own. Finally, he kept his distance from some who seemed strange, even dangerous.

Hoever it was one in particular that caught his attention. An older version of himself. The only one of advanced age. He claimed to be Secretary of State of the United States. The wedding ring on his finger indicated that he was married. So he asked him questions. And old Barnes told him his life story. That he'd been saved. That he had been able to return home and marry the woman of his life. And that they'd started a big family.

The Secretary of State then pulled out a photo he always kept in his wallet. It was an old photo from when he was younger, back from the war: him and you. Or at least another version of you. This woman had the same name as you. For Bucky, this couldn't be a mere coincidence.

Bucky needed to verify the theory that emerged in his head. He showed a photo of you to each of his variants. And each of them recognized you. In every universe where he existed, you were there too. With him.

And that was enough to prove to him that he had a right to be happy, to keep fighting for it. For you. For both of you.

At last, each of them began to disappear. Time was up. The last to go was old Barnes, the Secretary of State. The latter greeted him with a wave and a smile.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #sebastianstan #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfiction #bucky x you #multiverse #bucky variants

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

🌻 : Fluff || 🔥 : Smut || 🥀 : Angst || 🌑 : Dark

- SERIES -

Willow and the Winter Soldier 🌻

He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.

You and Us 🌻🔥

Sebastian is mistaken for Bucky by Hydra agents. Wounded but alive, he is taken into the protection of the Avengers. There he meets Bucky, his look-alike, and his girlfriend, Y/N. When Bucky notices that the actor is attracted to the woman he loves, an idea comes to him...

Alpine 🥀

- ONE SHOTS -

Christmas Gift 🌻

Just a special gift from your boyfriend.

Ugly Christmas Sweater 🌻

Spending Christmas Eve with your favourite super soldier.

Every Hour

The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.

Final Exam 🌻🔥

It's the end of the year and so the time to check your results online. But apparently your password doesn't work. You then decide to call you favourite professor : Mr Barnes, handsome history teacher. Inviting you at his place, he will make you forget about your fucking password.

Forehead Kiss 🌻

You are sick and refuse to kiss your boyfriend because you don't want him to get sick too. But this doesn't stop Bucky from taking are of his sunshine.

What you want 🔥

After a shitty year, Y/N goes on a trip to Las Vegas with her best friend Wanda. There, she met a man who says he can give her whatever she wants.

- DRABBLES -

Overthinking 🥀🌻

Bucky and you are overthinking, and this can put your relation in danger. ➸ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Personal Heater 🌻

When you're on painful period.

Necklace

Bucky wants to offer you something, and you choose something special.

Patience

Bucky Barnes wants her, and he is ready to wait...

My SuperHero

Your son wants be someone special for Halloween.

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My SuperHero

Pairing : Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary : Your son wants be someone special for Halloween.

Bucky always thought he was a monster, that he didn't deserve happiness. It changed when he met you. When you said yes. When you became Mrs Barnes. And when you gave him a child. A son. Still, the thoughts were here sometimes. Haunting him. What stopped them for good was what his son did on the day of Halloween. He only said "Dad, I'm dressing up as my favourite super hero". You and your son didn't want to tell him who it was, even if he was sure it was Captain America or Iron Man. Until he saw the toddler standing in the living room, his left arm made of aluminium, a red star on the shoulder. "Tell your dad what you told me", you said, standing near Bucky. "Dad, you are my favourite superhero."

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfiction #bucky x you #dad bucky #dad bucky x mom reader

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Patience

Pairing : Mafia!Bucky x OFC

Summary : Bucky Barnes wants her, and he is ready to wait...

Author's note : Not beta read. Some of the many little stories I have in my head. Maybe a future fic ?

There he was, leaning against his car, waiting for her. Just like every time she finished work. And it was the same in the morning. He waited in the same way, ready to accompany her. And every day she would meet his eyes and decide to take the bus.

But Bucky Barnes was a patient man. And patience always pays off in the end. Like today. It had been a long and complicated day. The buses were full and she didn't have the strenght to stand in the cold until the next one came along.

She'd be lying if she said that he was the only reason. This man looked after her. He gave her the attention she needed. He wanted her. Her and no one else. Something that no-one before him had ever offered her.

As she walked towards him, took his hand, let him kiss it, got into the car with him, she knew she was crossing a point of no return. But she did all this without regret.

#bucky #bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x ofc #mafia bucky barnes #my head is full of small stories like this #maybe i shoud turn this into a fic

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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒰𝓈 - MASTERLIST

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x FReader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, smut, threesome, fluff, injuries, torture, angst,

Summary : Sebastian is mistaken for Bucky by Hydra agents. Wounded but alive, he is taken into the protection of the Avengers. There he meets Bucky, his look-alike, and his girlfriend, Y/N. When Bucky notices that the actor is attracted to the woman he loves, an idea comes to him...

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue (?)

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You and Us - CHAPTER 5

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, smut, angst, fluff, voyeurism, masturbation (m, f receiving), breeding kink, a bit of dom Bucky I guess

A/N : As someone who doesn't write smut very often, I am really proud of me. I know the more I'll write, the better I'll get! Please, do not hesitate to give me advice or to correct me as English isn't my first language !

Bucky was sitting on the couch, his eyes firmly closed. Maybe you were right, maybe he should stop fighting all the time. But he felt like he was nothing without that, because that's all he knew for so many years. What was he good at outside of being a soldier ?

"Is everything okay ?" he heard a voice. Not yours unfortunately. "I saw Y/N rushing to your bedroom and it looked like she was crying." Sebastian. The actor. Your favourite one.

Damn, he really looks like me.

"Yeah, I kind of screwed things over."

"I don't know her much, but from what I understood, she loves you more than anything in the world. Whatever you did, I'm sure you can work this out."

Maybe he was right. But right now, you didn't want to see him and he had to accept this. Even if the wait was long. To make time go faster he invited Sebastian to stay with him. He used his "staring problem" on him, saying that they should "talk about last night". Poor man was terrified for a few seconds, but it helped Bucky to laugh and lightened his mood.

Surprisingly enough, the two men started to get along. They talked about their families. Bucky explained how life was back when he lived in the 20th century. They also shared their unfortunate experience with Hydra. The former assassin didn't enter into too much detail, but enough so Sebastian would understand.

They exchange like that for a moment. Until the night settled.

Bucky was really tired, the last mission, the fear of losing the woman he loved more than his own life, it was too much. He needed some sleep. There was no reply when he knocked softly on the door of your shared room.

You'd fallen asleep with the light on and Bucky could see your reddened nose, a few tissues that hadn't ended up in the bin, and your pillow a little wet. All the signs were that you'd been crying, and not just a little.

He blamed himself terribly. You were supposed to be able to count on him, and he'd let you down. It wouldn't happen again. He changed into his pyjamas and joined you in bed, putting an arm around you and taking care not to wake you up.

He had dozed off for just over an hour when he felt you stir. You slowly opened your eyes. The alarm clock said two o'clock in the morning. Bucky was still hugging you, his hand holding one of yours. You turned to him and smiled, still half asleep. Then that smile disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Bucky remembered at the same time as you: he'd made a decision to go on a mission when you needed him. But he needed you too. He pulled you close and placed a kiss on your head.

"Please don't go. Please, Navy," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm staying dragostea mea, I'll go and see Fury first thing tomorrow. You're right, I don't have to fight all the time."

"Promise?" You asked, dipping your gaze into his. "I promise." Bucky felt the relief of his answer, such a relief that you kissed him. A sweet kiss that quickly turned to passion. You both needed it.

Bucky moved you on top of him, running his hands from your hips to your ass. You were wearing nothing but a tank top and panties, while Bucky was dressed only in his grey sweatpants, outfits that turned you both on. And it didn't help that you were rubbing your sex against his. Bucky knew he was hard as ever, and he was sure you were soaking wet.

He needed to know. To feel it. To hear you enjoying yourself. He switched positions, then stood up. You watched him remove his trousers, and Bucky loved the desire he saw in your eyes. Just as he saw you start to take off your shirt, he got back on top of you, locking your hands above your head.

"Don't take away my pleasure in undressing you, dragostea mea."

"James, please don't keep me waiting."

"You're right, we've both waited too long." Then he ripped off your shirt before starting to suck on your nipples, making you moan softly.

His metal hand played with the breast that wasn't under the onslaught of his mouth, then began to slide gently over your stomach, then your hip, to finally linger at the level of your thighs and caress your intimacy.

You were already soaking wet. You were moving your hips hoping to have some relief. Your clitoris ached, a pain brought on by all the pleasure you felt, by the desire to feel Bucky inside you. But he wanted to wait, to enjoy this moment. Yet even he couldn't hold on any longer, so he plunged two of his metal fingers deep into your pussy, and you screamed with pleasure.

"James, please, don't stop !" you begged, one hand in his hair, the other gripping the pillow as if you were going to fall from all the pleasure the man between your legs was giving you.

As an answer, he stopped, replacing his fingers with his mouth and tongue. And damn, you tasted so sweet, he could feast on you forever. The moans escaping your mouth only made him harder. He knew you were getting closer by the way you were chanting his name.

"Come on my face, baby. Come on, make a mess", he said between licks of your pussy. He craved being inside you, but you had to come first. Which didn't take long with all the praises and touches he was giving you.

You were still shaking when he lined up to your entrance, and penetrated you in one thrust. It got you to arch your back. He was fucking you through your orgasm. The one of many. Another was building up with each hard thrust Bucky was giving you, eating that sweet spot of yours every time.

"Fuck… James! James! James! Please." It was all you could say. It was good. Perfect.

"Does it feel good?" He smirked when you nodded. "Like that, right?" he continued, abusing that sweet spot, not slowing down.

The second orgasm hit you hard. Your eyes rolled back, and Bucky was pretty sure he'd have marks on his back with how hard you were gripping him. He was close, but he knew he could go all night, so he teased you again : "Damn, you're so tight. I won't last long. Gonna cum in that pretty pussy. Gonna get you pregnant so everyone knows who you belong to, even that actor you like."

"All yours, Bucky!" you screamed as he painted your walls with his cum.

After a few more thrusts, Bucky laid down beside you, opening his arm so you could curl up against him. You looked tired : "Sleep, dragostea mea. Take some rest for our next round." A smile spread across your face, and you closed your eyes. Bucky moved slowly as he turned off the small light, not wanting to wake you up yet.

But before doing that, he glanced at the door, which had remained ajar. He had heard Sebastian while he was buried deep inside you. He had heard the actor stop near your room. He must have got up in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had heard you.

But Bucky had heard him too.

Sebastian couldn't help but hear what was going on. He had heard and listened to your moans, your cries of pleasure. He wanted you to scream out his name in the same way you did for the Sergeant.

He should have left. But it was so exciting listening to you. And before he could hold back, his hand was in his boxers, pumping his member harder than ever. He imagined himself on top of you, under you. His hands caressing you, his mouth exploring your body. He was cumming at the same time as you, his breath coming in gasps. Your name escaping his lips in a whisper.

He returned to his bedroom, exhausted.

He didn't know that Bucky heard him.

And he didn't know that Bucky had an idea.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one will by spicy too !

Thank you for reading me, and do not hesitate to vote, share and comment if you feel comfortable to do so :D

~ Willow

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She’s a 10, but she’s really smart until you put a dick inside her.

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I’m sure she looked at the messages and Bucky didn’t know ! I refuse to believe he could show her the pictures !

jealousy & flirtation • 5

FIVE: OPERATION DISTRACT JUNIPER JOHNSON II

18+

Thor and Steve make a start on their plan to reunite you and Bucky, and Juniper decides it's time you and her had a talk.

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, college au, angst, Thor x Steve, toxic girl best friend, Juniper continues to be the worst.

Series Masterlist

Dragonhead Woods is usually a place where low-level criminals meet up, acting out their low-level crimes far away from the eyes of the law. Though its name suggests majesty and awe, it isn't as cool as it sounds, and it is simply a woods at the edge of town with tall trees and minimal wildlife.

And tonight, it's hosting Tony Stark's birthday rager.

"All I wanna do tonight is get fucked, fuck shit up, and fuck!" Tony yells wildly before gulping from the bottle of whiskey in his hands while a crowd of people cheer around him.

"Can't believe you ever let him go," Yelena says dryly, to which you snort. She grabs two beers from one of the ice buckets and hands you one.

Though you wouldn't usually accept Tony's invite to a party, his birthday is always a big event and missing out is social suicide. You also know there's a big chance you'll see Bucky tonight, and as desperate as it is, you'll use any excuse to be in the same vicinity as him. He may hate you, but he's still nice to look at.

"Where's Thor gone?" Yelena asks you as she looks around, trying to find the blond giant amongst all her peers but failing. "He said he was going for a piss like, ten minutes ago."

"Maybe he's been eaten by a bear," You suggest, to which she swats your shoulder.

"Don't say stuff like that, it'll come true," She warns you. "Let's hope, wherever he is, he isn't being attacked by a bear."

"Will you leave me alone?" Thor asks Steve who's seemingly glued to his side as they traipse through the trees and back towards the party.

Steve just grins up at him, invading his personal space without second thought as he wraps his arm around Thor's shoulder. "Don't be so mean. I was only kidding when I offered to hold it for you while you pee," He says playfully, before lowering his voice. "We need to conduct part one of our plan!"

"Tonight?" Thor asks with a frown. He was hoping to kick back and chill out tonight, not meddle in his best friend's relationship with his annoying ex.

"Of course, it's the perfect opportunity!" Steve exclaims. "Operation Distract Juniper Johnson is a go."

With a sigh, Thor stops in his tracks, causing Steve to bump against him. "And what, exactly, does this operation entail?" Thor asks, not sure he wants to know the answer and slightly regretting that he ever agreed to work with Steve.

"Nothing crazy - we just need to get Juniper away from Bucky for a little while and force him to talk to Y/N," Steve explains as his lips curl upwards. "Simple."

Thor, on the other hand, does not see the simplicity in the plan at all. "How do you suppose we get her off him?" Thor asks with a frown as they rejoin the party.

"That, my darling, is up to you," Steve answers.

"What? Me?" Thor sputters. "You're her friend; I have absolutely nothing in common with her."

Steve lets out a huff, his hands on his hips. "She... Juniper isn't exactly my biggest fan," He admits with a wince, as though it physically pains him to say someone doesn't like him.

Thor's confused. "How could someone not like you?" He finds himself wondering, quickly regretting it when he sees Steve's face light up. "I just mean, you have a way of forcing yourself into people's lives. I didn't think it was a matter of choice to be your friend."

"She is my friend," Steve assures him, still reeling from Thor's comment about how hard it is to dislike him. "But we aren't best friends. Juniper thinks I flirt with everyone too much."

Thor shrugs at that. "I mean, she isn't wrong."

"I can't help it; it's who I am!" Steve claims. "The world needs people like me to keep things interesting!"

"If you say so," Thor grumbles.

Steve nudges his arm, moving closer to him. "C'mon, just turn on that Odinson charm and distract her," He says in a softer voice. "While you're doing that, I'll figure out a way to get Bucky and Y/N to talk. And hopefully kiss and make up."

Thor says nothing, only letting out a grunt.

"Now look, Juniper's talking to Wanda. See? That's how good my idea was - it ran itself!" Steve says with a chuckle as he pats Thor's shoulder.

"Uh, I think we have a problem," Thor says, slightly concerned as he spots Juniper making a beeline straight back over to Bucky.

"Shit! Quick, Thor, go!" Steve exclaims, pushing him forward. "Now!"

Flustered, Thor rushes out to the crowd of people, grabbing a half-empty solo cup from someone's outstretched hand and yelling an apology to them while striding over to cut Juniper's journey short. With no idea what else to do, he stumbles into her and spills the contents of the cup onto her shirt.

Juniper immediately lets out a yelp, recoiling backwards as the cool liquid soaks through to her skin. "Oh, my God!" She cries, looking down at her wet blouse before looking back up at Thor with a glare on her face. "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry!" Thor says, holding his hands up as he drops the now empty cup onto the ground. "I didn't see you there."

"You're a fucking idiot!" She hisses with a glare. "This is a vintage football jersey, and worth more money than you have in your bank account."

He raises a brow, taking a step back. "That's pretty presumptive - you don't know how much money I-"

"I know it's not $12,000!" She cuts him off, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. "Jerry Rice himself played in this jersey- do you even know who that is?"

Though Steve was planning on watching his plan take place from afar, when he sees Juniper screaming at Thor, he knows he has to intervene. Thor isn't exactly being charming, and Juniper looks like she's half a second away from hitting him. With an inward groan, he walks over to them and stands in between them. "What's going on here?" He asks Juniper with furrowed brows.

She scoffs, pointing at Thor. "This klutz ruined my jersey- my authentic, vintage jersey!" She says with frustration on her face.

Slowly nodding, Steve turns to face Thor. Not knowing what else to do, Steve glares at him. "What the fuck is your problem, man?" He asks lowly.

Taken aback, Thor tilts his head. "Excuse me?" He questions Steve, wanting to make sure he's reading this right.

"I asked you a question," Steve utters, before pushing Thor back with a shove. "Gonna answer it, or keep staring at me?"

Thor's eyes narrow as he realizes what Steve is doing, but admittedly it would feel great to take out some anger on him. "And who the fuck do you think you are, Rogers?"

Meanwhile, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to ensue, you're staring at Bucky longingly while Yelena rolls her eyes. "Just go and talk to him, already," She says with a tone of disgust. "Worst he can do is tell you to fuck off."

Your lips part in slight shock. "If he said that to me, I think I'd cry," You admit. "No. I'll just watch him from afar and wait for him to realize how much he misses me."

"I can't believe how quickly you've folded," She groans, rubbing her palm against her forehead. "I thought he wasn't worth the drama? Now you want him back?"

"It's just... he handled it pretty well, you know?" You say, watching as he laughs at something Sam's saying to him. "I thought he'd be like Tony and get all asshole on me for ending it, but he's being... nonchalant. As if I have no effect on him at all. Like he doesn't want me anymore. And that makes me want him more."

"Oh, brother," Yelena groans, before hitting your shoulder. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yes, I do," You say with a sigh, about to spout some more bullshit before a crowd gets your attention. "What's going on over there?"

"No idea," Yelena mutters with a frown. "Maybe Tony's doing something stupid."

Suddenly, the crowd's shouts make it clear that there's a fight happening. Usually, you'd steer clear of it - but when you recognize the man getting punched, you gasp. "Is that-?" You begin before you look at Yelena and the both of you say in unison, "Thor?"

Steve's got him in a headlock when you arrive, but Thor quickly wriggles free before slamming Steve onto the ground.

"Thor, what are you doing?" Yelena yells at him.

You look up across the crowd and your eyes meet Juniper's. She looks indifferent; as if she couldn't care less about the outcome of this fight, but her eyes sharpen into a slight glare when she sees you.

When you hear Thor's grunt of pain, you decide you can't stand by and watch anymore. With a deep breath, you push through the handful of people in front of you and lean down, grabbing Thor's shoulder and trying to pull him back.

"Oh, yeah - now this is how you get a party started!" Tony announces from the sidelines with a sordid grin on his face. "Anyone taking bets? My money's on the giant."

"Thor, get off him!" You hiss, failing to pull him even an inch backwards. Steve grabs Thor by the head before pulling him down and spinning him onto his back, and with your hand still firmly on Thor's shoulder, you find yourself being pulled down with him.

Neither of the men acknowledge your presence as they continue to scuffle, but you get an odd elbow to your ribs and knee to your groin as you try your best to stand up. Soon, someone grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, and you're glad to have escaped the chaos. He places you firmly on the ground, and it isn't until you move your hair out of your face that you see it was Bucky who helped you out.

"Thanks," You say between heavy breaths.

He gives you a cold look on return. "What were you thinking?" He snaps, not bothering to wait for your response before he turns back to the boys and grabs Steve, yanking him off of Thor and pushing him back.

Yelena grabs your hand and asks if you're okay while you wave to Thor. "Get over here, right now!" You shout, and he reluctantly trudges over to you. "What was that?"

He only groans, shaking his head. "Don't ask."

"That's not like you at all, T," Yelena says with a frown. "Who started it?"

Thor looks back to where Steve's giving him a strange look you can't decipher. He doesn't look angry, and almost looks like he's holding back a smile. Weird.

"I think this party's over," Yelena decides. "At least for us."

Just as the three of you begin to make your way out of the woods, Steve comes over, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just wanna apologise," He claims, to which you and Yelena share a flat look before walking away.

"What the fuck was that?" Thor hisses, looking at the cuts and slowly forming bruises on Steve's face.

"It was all I could think of," Steve replies back with a whisper, keeping his face straight as he looks around at the dispersing crowd. "Didn't you see it? Bucky totally white-knighted Y/N - that's bound to be some sort of progress."

"He was helping her not get punched by one of us," Thor grumbles. "That was a complete failure. We did all that for nothing."

A small smile plays at Steve's lips as he looks Thor up and down. "Is it weird that it gave me a boner?" He asks.

"For fuck's sake," Thor mutters before taking a step back. "Your next plan needs to be better. Much better." And with that, he leaves, refusing to admit that the boner is mutual.

You stare at the blank canvas, hoping to find some inspiration in the crisp whiteness, but failing. It's split into four sections, Grant having decided the best thing to do being for your group members to each paint their own interpretation of saudade.

Maria, Grant, and Bucky are sitting at the table behind you, each of them lost in their own world as they draft up their ideas on paper. Though you love art, and dabble in creating it, painting isn't your chosen method and you're worried you'll ruin the piece if your section is weaker than everyone else's.

Sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the canvas, you continue to stare at it, hoping something will suddenly pop into your mind. You hear a slight shuffle before you feel the presence of someone next to you. Assuming it's Grant, you're shocked when you hear Bucky's voice instead. "Can't decide on what to do?" He asks you lowly.

You glance back at Grant and Maria who are engrossed in their drafts before letting out a sigh. "Decide suggests there's ideas I need to choose between," You say flatly. "I got nothing."

He hums, placing his paper on the ground on the other side of him where you can't see it. "Do you paint?" He wonders.

"Rarely," You reply with a dry laugh. "I sculpt, and do a little wood carving, but painting isn't my go-to."

Bucky tilts his head. "I didn't know that," He says, a slight hint of surprise in his tone. "You never showed me any of your work."

With a shrug, you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your pants. "I don't really show anyone," You admit.

"What kind of things do you sculpt?" Bucky asks you.

You're surprised he's giving you the time of day, but you assume it's only because you're in his group and he doesn't want to fail this project because of you. "Uh, animals," You answer him. "Mostly birds. It's hard to get their wing texture right sometimes, but that's why I like making them."

"You like the challenge," Bucky utters, before frowning. "I can't believe I never asked you about your art." He almost sounds disappointed in himself.

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head. "I hardly ever make anything. I'm nowhere near as talented as you," You assure him. "Even if you asked, I probably wouldn't have shown you."

He rests his hands on the ground behind him, leaning on them. "Why not?"

"Like I said, I don't show anyone," You reiterate.

"I would've asked for a hand-sculpted keyring," He says lightly, a hint of a smile on his lips, before he nods towards the canvas. "Why not do some birds?"

You frown, thinking about his suggestion. "Do they link to saudade?" You ask.

"I don't know, flora," Bucky says blankly. "Do they?"

With that, he gets up and walks back over to the table, leaving you with your thoughts. Once again, you stare up at the white canvas, though this time you're feeling a little less lost.

An hour later, the rest of the group decides it's time to call it a day. Maria and Grant say their goodbyes, Maria instructing you to keep the canvas safe before they both leave. Bucky's ready to leave too, but he stops at the door of the small room.

"Don't stay too late," He says. "Give me a call if you need a hand moving the canvas."

"I won't, and I will," You answer, giving him a nod as he leaves. While the air between you is still off, it's nowhere near as tense as it was before, which you're grateful for. You doubt he'll be running into your arms anytime soon but it seems he doesn't despise you, which is good.

You stay in the library for a couple more hours as you flesh out your plan before finally leaving. Thankfully, you're excited about your idea, but you hope the rest of the group likes it. The last thing you want is for Bucky to be disappointed in your artistic skills, being so talented himself, so you know this has to be perfect.

On your way out, lugging the canvas under your arm, you stop at the main doors as Juniper walks in. She's holding a pile of books and her face drops instantly when she sees you. You continue walking and there's a moment of silence, but just as you're about to step foot outside, she calls your name.

"Hang on," She says, waiting for you to turn around before continuing. "I think we should talk."

The words fill you with dread, but you keep your composure. "Okay," You reply. "About what?"

She rolls her eyes at your question. "Don't get cute with me," She says curtly. "We need to talk about Jamie."

"Do we?" You wonder, frowning at her. "What's there to talk about?"

An impatient huff leaves her mouth. "You're gonna keep beating around the bush and I don't have time for that, so I'm just gonna say it how it is," Juniper decides. "I want you to stay away from him. I know about your stupid project, but outside of that, there's no need for you to speak to him."

Aghast, you open your mouth. "I-"

"I'm not done," She cuts you off harshly. "You had your chance with him, and you blew it. But it's not like he'll take you back, anyway - the way he speaks about you, it's clear that the chance of anything happening between you is zero."

You swallow thickly. "The way he speaks about me," You repeat lowly, your stomach flipping.

She scoffs, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "You were just an easy lay. Something to pass the time. If you hadn't ended it, he would've at some point. Once he got bored of you," She says coldly. "You were nothing special."

"Given by how quickly you slept with him, you have no self-respect, so how can you expect anyone else to respect you?" She asks with a shrug, looking you up and down. "And the pictures you'd send him? When you weren't even dating him?"

Utterly surprised by how openly cruel she's being, you let out a huff of air that's almost a laugh. "And you're a bitch, Juniper," You say bluntly. You refuse to believe Bucky speaks about you in that way; she's just trying to get in your head.

Your blood runs cold at her words. Surely not. There's no way in hell Bucky would show her those pictures. Is there?

"Red lingerie is a little tacky, don't you think?" Juniper says smugly. "It was annoying when his phone kept going off during movie night, but to see your pathetic attempts at turning him on was worth it."

That fucking asshole.

"At first, I found it funny, how desperate you are," She goes on to say, before pouting. "But now I just find it sad. You should speak to a therapist. Get those daddy issues fixed up, and maybe then you'll be normal enough to be in a proper relationship and not just someone's sex toy."

With that, she shoves past you and walks into the library, her footsteps slowly getting quieter behind you. Still in shock, you're frozen in place, clutching the canvas as your sight blurs.

Feeling sick to your stomach as you imagine him showing her all your texts, all the photos, you begin to stumble home, trying your best to keep the tears at bay until you're in your bedroom but failing.

After spending all this time feeling guilty about the way you dropped Bucky, it turns out he betrayed you long before the end.

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Hey fanfiction writers: If no one's ever told you this before, it's not just fanfiction.

It's something you spent hours, days, maybe even months on, pouring your heart out onto a page because you were so full of passion and thoughts about a story or characters, you felt like you were going to explode if you didn't get it out. Maybe you lost sleep because your mind was racing with ideas or you forgot to eat or drink water because you were so focused. Maybe your back aches from being hunched over for so long, unmoving. Maybe you even felt like you were going a little feral because you were so excited about what you were creating, or were frustrated when you got stuck. Either way, you put your heart, mind, soul, and body into making something.

It's okay to want people to read it, and it's okay if you're disappointed that they don't or it doesn't get as much of a reaction as you were hoping for. Humans are social creatures. Sure, we write for ourselves, but we also share because the joy of doing so is just as powerful as the joy of the process. Of having created something.

We all experience that joy and that disappointment, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

So it's okay. It's not just fanfiction.