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me getting ready to fight juniper rn

ALSO THAT SCENE WITH BUCKY WITH THE AFTER SEX REALIZATION IS SO GOOD LIKE I FELT THE FEAR

jealousy & flirtation

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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lvrdrafts · 2 months

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We're fanfic writers, of course were gonna get motivation to start writing when were not at home

We're fanfic writers, we spend hours researching an incredibly niche topic we know nothing about so that we can have one sentence be factually correct

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lvrdrafts · 2 months

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When u have so much motivation to write at the wrong times...

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lvrdrafts · 4 months

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uhm i got some news the next day.... my best friend is moving to another state 😶😭

I SHOULDN'T HAVE REBLOGGED GUYS IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

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lvrdrafts · 4 months

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guys you don't understand i need this luck

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lvrdrafts · 4 months

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A Love Tested By Time

★ Summary: You're in a five year relationship with Steve and all you want to do is settle down. But does he really want the same with his stressful job?

★ Pairing: Steve x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Toxic Relationship

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

★ Word Count: 639

Part 1 Part 2

You didn't know how the argument got so tense. It started with a simple question, innocent enough, or so you thought. "Steve, have you ever thought about settling down, starting a family?" You'd been together for five years, and the idea had been simmering in the back of your mind. After all, your friends had taken that step much earlier in their relationships. Yet here you were yelling at your boyfriend.

"I'm tired of waiting, Steve!" Your voice rose, the pent-up emotions flooding out. "All our friends are getting married, starting families, so what's holding us back? Do you even see a future with me?" You yelled and your voice boomed in this small apartment.

Steve's brows furrowed, and he sighed, the weight of his response heavy. "Y/N, being Captain America is too stressful. I can't just set that aside and jump into a serious commitment. I need more time to figure out how to balance it all."

"More time? Steve, we've been together for five years! How much more time do you need? Do you even realize what you're saying? You're not ready? After all we've been through, you're not ready because of your job?"

Steve attempted to interject, but you pressed on, your frustration pouring out. "Babe you don't understand I need someone who's sure on what the end goal is. Someone who's not going to keep me waiting around while they 'figure things out.' We're not in some romantic movie where a pause button freezes everything. I need to know where we stand in this relationship!"

You flare your hands up and gestured to Steve and you. "I sound so pathetic, really pathetic just saying this" you mumble under your breath but Steve still hears.

"It is pathetic of you to make me seem like the bad guy for wanting time" Steve says in his usual deep voice but this one is laced with accusatory. "I'm sorry that you can't understand how stressful this job is or how I'm not willing to drop everything, to give you the answer you want."

"I didn't mean it like that but I-"

"You always make me feel like I'm failing you just want too much from me." His words feel like venom to you and make you question what other times have you pushed him into doing things he didn't want to.

The weight of guilt settled in your chest. " I didn't mean to make you feel like a failure. I just want to know where we're headed. I thought we were in this together."

"I can't speak to you right now, I need some space to cool off," he said, his tone firm. The weight of his disappointment hung in the air, making the room feel even more stifling.

"I hope you realize how inconsiderate you're being," Steve added, each word a sharp edge to your already wounded emotions. With that, he turned away, leaving the room without waiting for a response.

The door closed behind him, and you were left standing in the heavy silence that followed. You felt so bad for being a bad girlfriend and the loneliness of the apartment didn't make anything any better.

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What felt like hours later of crying and rethinking your relationship, the door finally opens and you see Steve standing in the doorway. You look like a mess with your hair messed up and your eyes puffy but those few hours felt like hell.

In that moment, all you wanted was the comfort of his arms and the reassurance that your relationship was still strong. As you reached him, you jumped into his embrace, your arms wrapping around him tightly. The sobs that had racked your body for what felt like an eternity now found solace against his shoulder. Your apologies spilled out between gasps for air.

"I'm so sorry, Steve. I didn't mean to push you. I just want us to figure things out," you cried, the weight of the argument and the fear of losing him making your words tremble. "I-I promise I'll do better just please" your voice cracks and you can't bring yourself to finish the sentence.

Steve's arms encircled you, and for a moment, it felt like the solace you needed. Despite his earlier cold words, he began to soothe you back gently. "Shh, it's alright. I know you didn't mean it," he whispered, his tone softer as he tried to bring comfort to your distressed state.

"You need to realize how much you're demanding from me. I'm not always going to clean up your mess or play into your drama," he added, his embrace conflicting with the frigidness of his words.

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lvrdrafts · 5 months

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★Im backkk★

🌲 Hey there, I'm getting back into writing over this break. My ideas aren't the best at the moment, so I'm hoping for some specific suggestions from you. Please, no vague requests like "Bucky x Reader angst fic, pls🥺." If you have something more clearer in mind, please request it. 🌲

#fanfic request #fanfic rec #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x reader angst #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader angst #james barnes x reader #bucky x reader fluff #james barnes x reader angst #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes

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lvrdrafts · 7 months

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I am so sorry to hear that. I know that she will be missed and loved by all.❤😢

Two nights ago, JinAh passed away following a fight against cancer. She died in her sleep, in the arms of a loved one. She is now pain-free and at peace.

Thank you to everyone who showered our girl with warmth, love and support.

Rest in peace, sweet violet.

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lvrdrafts · 8 months

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HIII

Hey y'all I just found out today is my one year anniversary. I cant believe I have over 500 followers! I would not have expected me being a fanfic writer because I had no creativity but look at me now lol 💗💗💖💖

#one year anniversary

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lvrdrafts · 8 months

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The Love That Seemed To Slip Away

★Request: Sorry I didnt know writing fics based on the lyrics was hard 😞 Thanks for trying though ❤️ I have another idea. What if instead of the lyrics , focusing on only bucky's trying to make his gf to hate him since he's gonna go to the most dangerous mission in his life and he thinks he might not be making it this time. Therefore, to save mc from this possible outcome, he's trying to make her hate him.

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Mentions of Torture

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

You wake up early, just as the sun is starting to rise, to make coffee for Bucky. It's a ritual you've developed over time, a small but meaningful way to show your love. Bucky always woke up before you to go on runs with Steve while you woke up around 7 to make coffee so that by the time he comes back he has something to look forward to.

The front door creaks open, and Bucky and Steve enter, their breaths slightly labored from their run. As they make their way to the kitchen, you stand ready with Bucky's favorite mug in hand, a comforting smile on your face.

But as he approaches, something feels off. Bucky doesn't meet your gaze; instead, he walks past you, heading straight for the sink to wash up. His demeanor is distant, and he seems lost in his thoughts, as if he's carrying a heavy burden.

You exchange a concerned glance with Steve, who also seems to notice Bucky's unusual behavior. Steve offers a quick nod and a sympathetic look, silently acknowledging that something is amiss.

Bucky finishes washing up and reaches for the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup without a word. He still hasn't looked at you, and the air in the room grows tense with unspoken questions.

After a few awkward moments, Bucky finally speaks, his voice lacking its usual warmth. "Thanks for the coffee," he mumbles, but his words feel distant and empty.

You walked over to him, a small smile on your face, and attempted to engage him in conversation. "How was the run, guys?" you asked, your voice warm and inviting.

Bucky's response was a stony silence. He didn't even glance in your direction, and the discomfort in the room grew palpable. You could sense something was deeply troubling him, and it weighed heavily on your heart.

Steve, noticing Bucky's reluctance to engage in conversation, decided to step in. He offered a reassuring smile and replied on Bucky's behalf, "It was good, Y/N. We had a solid run."

You nodded, trying to hide your concern but failing miserably. Bucky's continued silence was unsettling, and it felt like a wall had been erected between you. It wasn't like him to be so distant and unresponsive.

Desperate to bridge the growing gap, you reached out to touch his arm gently. "Bucky, is something bothering you?" you asked, your concern evident in your voice.

He finally acknowledged your presence, though not in the way you had hoped. Bucky met your gaze, but there was a coldness in his eyes, and his response was indirect and hurtful. "Y/N, maybe you should ease up a bit," he said, his voice tinged with irritation. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry so much."

As Bucky stood up, he turned away from you and walked towards the exit, leaving you feeling hurt and bewildered. The sting of his rejection weighed heavily on your heart, and you fought back tears, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Steve, who had been silently observing the exchange, approached you with a sympathetic look. He gently placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and said, "Y/N, don't take it to heart. Bucky's probably just having a rough day. He'll come around when he's ready to talk."

Trying to shake off the sting of Bucky's behavior, you took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself that perhaps you were overreacting. After all, everyone had off days, and maybe Bucky was simply having one of those moments. You didn't want to appear overly sensitive or needy, so you nodded in response to Steve's words, offering him a small, forced smile.

Steve sighed, clearly conflicted by the situation. "I'm going to go check on him," he said, giving you an apologetic look. "Maybe he just needs some space right now."

As Steve followed Bucky out of the kitchen, you were left feeling hurt and confused, wondering what had caused this sudden rift between you and the man you loved.

★★★

The evening had arrived when you and Bucky had planned to go out for a romantic dinner. It was a few days ago when you'd both set this date, looking forward to some quality time together amidst the chaos of the Avengers' busy lives. You arrived at the restaurant, your heart filled with anticipation, and chose a cozy corner table, softly lit by candlelight.

Time passed, and you checked your watch, noticing that it had been nearly thirty minutes since your reservation. An unsettling feeling began to gnaw at your stomach as you glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Bucky's familiar face.

Just as you were about to reach for your phone to text him, your device rang, displaying Bucky's name on the screen. With a hint of relief, you answered, expecting an apology and an explanation for his tardiness.

"Hey, Bucky," you said, trying to keep your tone light, "where are you? I've been waiting here for a while."

Bucky's voice on the other end sounded distant, and his response sent a wave of disappointment through you. "I'm really sorry, Y/N, but Natasha wants to spar with me for the latest mission, and I can't say no."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel hurt by his words. You'd been looking forward to this dinner for days, and it felt like he was prioritizing work over your relationship. Trying to mask your disappointment, you asked, "Can't you reschedule the spar with Natasha? This was important to me."

Bucky's response was far from what you had hoped for. "Y/N, stop being so overdramatic," he replied, his tone icy and dismissive. "It's just one dinner. I'll make it up to you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You never expected him to be so callous, especially when you had been looking forward to spending this time together. "Bucky, this was supposed to be our time," you said, your voice quivering with hurt.

But he didn't seem to care. Bucky simply replied, "I gotta go, Y/N. Natasha's waiting. Bye."

With that, he hung up the phone, leaving you sitting there in the dimly lit restaurant, feeling abandoned and heartbroken. You were left wondering how the man you loved could prioritize a mission over your relationship, and you couldn't help but fear that this was a sign of deeper issues in your connection with Bucky.

★★★

As you walked into the apartment that night, the disappointment from the failed dinner date weighed heavily on your heart. Bucky sat on the couch, his distant expression telling you that something was terribly wrong. You knew you needed to confront him, to get to the bottom of what had gone so awry.

"Bucky," you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt, "we need to talk about tonight."

He sighed heavily, his blue eyes meeting mine briefly before he looked away. "I don't think there's much left to say."

"Are you serious?" Your frustration boiled over. "You can't just leave me waiting at a restaurant, call me, and then tell me you're not sure about us anymore, and then run off on a mission without any explanation!"

Bucky's jaw clenched, and he finally met your gaze. "I needed to spar with Nat. It's not just a mission; it's training, and I couldn't say no."

You couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You couldn't say no to her, but you had no problem saying no to me? We had plans, Bucky. Plans that mattered to me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your voice trembled as you replied, "Bucky, you could have at least canceled our plans earlier or let me know that something came up. You're leaving me here feeling humiliated."

He seemed to hesitate, the weight of his own emotions showing in his furrowed brow and clenched fists. "I don't know how to explain it, I've been feeling distant, and I'm not sure if I can do this anymore."

His words hit you like a sledgehammer, and your heart sank into a pit of despair. "What do you mean, 'do this anymore'? Bucky, we've been through so much together. We love each other, don't we?"

Bucky's eyes held a coldness you had never seen before, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "I don't think I ever loved you. I used you as a crutch to help me get through my PTSD, to make myself feel better. But now that I'm better I don't need you anymore."

The room seemed to close in on you, the pain and confusion overwhelming. "No, Bucky, you can't mean that. We've shared so much, and I thought we had something real."

But instead of responding, Bucky stood up abruptly, his duffle bag clenched tightly in his hand. His voice was as cold as ice as he said, "I have to go. The mission can't wait."

You watched in stunned silence as he stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. The emptiness that engulfed you was suffocating, and you crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down your face.

★★★

The past month had been a relentless nightmare for you. Bucky had stormed off after that painful confrontation, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. But nothing could have prepared you for the news that followed. Bucky had gone on a dangerous undercover mission with Natasha, and they had both ended up severely injured and captured by the enemy. It felt like the world had crumbled around you.

While the rest of the Avengers were busy with their personal lives and commitments, it was just you and Steve who had rushed to the hospital. Steve paced the sterile corridors with a worried expression etched on his face, occasionally glancing at you as you sat outside the intensive care unit, your heart heavy with concern.

Hours turned into days, and you refused to leave the hospital. You couldn't bear the thought of Bucky and Natasha going through this alone, and your presence seemed to be the only solace you could offer them.

One day, as you were sitting by Bucky's bedside, Steve entered the room, his face a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He approached you, and you could see the weariness in his eyes.

"How's Natasha?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steve sighed deeply. "She's stable, but she's not awake yet. They say it might be a while before she regains consciousness."

You nodded, your gaze drifting to Bucky, who lay unconscious with various tubes and wires attached to him. He looked so vulnerable, so far removed from the strong and stoic man you had known.

Steve sat down beside you, and his voice was heavy with guilt as he said, "I need to tell you something. Bucky was going undercover on this mission. He was supposed to be captured and tortured to be with the other agents who were captured, to get close to them and help them escape."

Your heart sank as the pieces fell into place. Bucky had been trying to cut off ties with everyone, including Steve, because he wasn't sure if he would make it out alive. It was a heartbreaking revelation, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and sadness.

"Why didn't he tell us?" you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Steve looked at you with empathy. "He didn't want us to get involved, in case things went south. He wanted to protect us."

★★★

As the days turned into weeks, Bucky's recovery showed remarkable progress. It was a sunny morning when you arrived at the hospital room, greeted by the sight of Bucky sitting up in bed, looking much stronger than before. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and a hopeful smile tugged at his lips.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice still somewhat weak.

But as you gazed into his eyes, you could see the turmoil within him, the guilt and remorse that had weighed him down during his recovery. His lips quivered, and he took a shaky breath before he began to speak.

"I'm so sorry" Bucky choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you like this."

You felt your heart ache as you watched him break down, his emotions laid bare before you. "Bucky, it's okay. You don't have to apologize."

Bucky shook his head, his voice trembling as he continued, "I need you to understand why I did it. I was scared. Scared of losing you, of losing everything we had. I thought if I pushed you away, it would protect you, protect us."

Tears welled up in your own eyes as you listened to his confession. "Bucky, I do understand. I know you were trying to protect us."

Bucky wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, his voice heavy with regret. "But it was a mistake, a terrible mistake. I should have trusted you, trusted us. I can't believe how foolish I was."

Bucky began, his voice trembling with emotion. "During that mission, all I could think about was you."

Your heart swelled with tenderness as you listened intently to his words. "Bucky, what do you mean?"

Bucky took a deep breath, as if reliving those moments in his mind. "Every time things got tough, every time I was in pain or scared, you were the one I thought of. Your face, your smile, the way you laugh—those memories kept me going. Even when they tortured me so badly I couldn't walk, all I could think about was you"

As Bucky shared his feelings about the mission and how you had been his source of strength, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and relief. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "But now you have me, and you don't ever have to go through something like that alone again."

A warm smile spread across Bucky's face, and he gently pulled you closer. "I promise. I won't ever pull something like that again. I want to face everything together with you."

You settled beside him on the hospital bed, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the beating of his heart against your chest. It was a moment of profound comfort and reassurance, a silent affirmation of your love and your commitment to one another.

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Rescued by Love Epilogue

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The grand gala was the talk of the town, a glittering affair held in one of New York's most luxurious ballrooms. The city's elite had gathered there, draped in opulent gowns and tailored suits, to witness the unveiling of the mysterious newcomer in the South's burgeoning mafia world. Rumors had swirled for weeks about this enigmatic figure, someone who was rapidly amassing power and influence, even threatening the established crime families.

As the anticipation built in the lead-up to the gala, Bucky found himself standing with Steve in a quiet corner of the ballroom, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"You sure about this, Steve?" Bucky asked, his gaze scanning the elegantly dressed crowd. "You really think this new guy gonna show up here?"

Steve nodded, his eyes focused on the entrance. "Yeah, Buck, I'm pretty sure. My sources are usually spot-on about these things. Whoever this guy is, he's been making waves down South. The word is, he's looking to expand his reach, and he's already got some of the old families nervous."

Bucky's brow furrowed. "Any idea who he might be?"

Steve shrugged. "Not much to go on, really. The details are pretty scarce. But the way I hear it, he's strategic, smart, and ruthless. He's got people willing to follow him without question, and that's how he's been able to rise so quickly."

Bucky crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. "But why would he come all the way up here? And why would they even consider teaming up with us?"

Steve leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "It's about strength, Bucky. This new guy wants to expand their reach, and allying with us would give them the backing they need. And in return, we'd gain access to their resources and connections."

Bucky's skepticism was evident. "Steve, I get the whole strength in numbers thing, but we don't even know who this guy is. He could be some hotshot rookie who's in over his head."

Steve nodded, acknowledging Bucky's concerns. "I know it's a risk, but sometimes you gotta take chances to come out on top. The potential rewards are too big to ignore."

Bucky let out a sigh, his uncertainty still lingering. "I just hope this guy shows up. I mean, what if he's got cold feet or something? We're all here waiting, and he might not even come through."

Steve gave Bucky a reassuring pat on the back. "Look, we'll know soon enough. And if he's half as smart as we think he is, he'll understand the benefits of this alliance. We just need to stay patient and keep our eyes open."

As the grand gala unfolded, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. Bucky and Steve continued to scan the crowd, their curiosity about the new mafia leader heightening with every passing moment. The anticipation reached a crescendo as the room fell into an expectant hush, all eyes locked onto the entrance.

And then, you walked in.

The room erupted into a mixture of gasps, whispers, and stunned silence. Bucky's eyes widened, his heart racing, as he watched you glide through the entrance with a confidence that commanded attention. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – you, his ex-wife, the last person he expected to be connected to the dangerous underworld they navigated.

As the shock spread through the crowd, Steve turned to Bucky, his own surprise evident in his expression. "Buck... is that...?"

Bucky's voice was barely a whisper as he confirmed the truth, his disbelief clear. "What she-she's been gone for so long it can't"

"Buck, I'm telling you, she's probably just the wife," Steve asserted, his tone condescending. "I mean, look at her. She's not exactly radiating power and authority. This whole setup screams 'arm candy' more than anything else."

Bucky's brows furrowed as he looked at Steve, his own doubts mixing with a growing frustration. He had kept his silence thus far, grappling with his own shock and uncertainty, but he couldn't let Steve's dismissive words go unanswered.

As Bucky approached you, his heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. He felt a rush of emotions seeing you again, especially in such unexpected circumstances.

Meanwhile, Steve's rant continued behind him, his words trailing off as he noticed Bucky's departure. "Buck, where are you going? You can't seriously be buying into this—"

But Bucky had already reached you, his gaze locking onto yours as he tried to read the truth in your expression. The chatter of the gala around them seemed to fade into the background as he stood before you, the weight of their shared history heavy in the air.

"Hey," Bucky began, his voice soft and uncertain. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Your silence seemed to stretch on for a moment before you finally spoke, your words cutting through the air with a chilling precision. "Bucky," you said, your tone icy. "It's not a crime to attend a gala, last time I checked."

Bucky felt his heart sink at your tone, the distance between you tangible. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Your gaze remained fixed on him, the coldness in your expression unwavering. "I have business," you replied simply, your tone leaving no room for further questions.

Bucky couldn't help but blurt out the question that had been nagging at him. "You joined the crime business? I thought you hated it." Bucky says with a growing smile on his face as a way to lighten the mood.

Your lips curved into a cold smile, and your response was laced with a sharpness that took him aback. "Noo who told you that." you said chuckling at his question "I just hated the way you and Steve acted the second you joined it, thinking you were big shit." you say still smiling knowing that the remark was gonna struck a nerve.

Before Bucky can respond, a man walks up to you whispering something into your ear and then guides you to a room, full of some of the biggest bosses the West has to offer.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself watching you from a distance, unable to shake the unease that had settled in his chest. He knew he needed to make amends, to bridge the gap that had grown between you. And so, as the gala drew to a close and you seemed ready to leave, he made a decision.

He approached you with a determined stride, his words rushed and heartfelt. "Wait, I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I was the reason you left"

Your expression remained guarded, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Before you could respond, however, Steve appeared beside Bucky, his glare directed at you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I needed space, time to figure things out."

Bucky sighed, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm so sorry. I should've been a better husband. I neglected you when you needed me the most."

His words hung in the air, heavy with remorse. The memories of your turbulent marriage and the pain it had brought resurfaced, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it touched a chord within you.

"I've moved on, Bucky," you said, your voice tinged with compassion. "I've learned to be independent."

Bucky nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "You've done well for yourself."

You acknowledged his words with a nod, your gaze lingering on him for a moment before you turned to leave once more.

"Take care" Bucky called after you, his voice filled with a mix of longing and acceptance.

As you walked away, Steve couldn't resist adding a remark. "You know, there was a time when life was simpler, happier, before you came into it. You just got to ruin it by coming back"

Bucky snapped his head at Steve but before he could respond you turned to him to speak to Steve instead.

"Well, Steve," you retorted with a touch of irony, "I guess life's full of surprises, isn't it?."

With that parting shot, you left Steve behind, striding away from the gala without looking back. The night was filled with possibilities, and the outcome of your journey remained uncertain. In this world of shadows and secrets, you had no time for sentimental reflections on the past. You were determined to thrive, no matter the cost, leaving the complicated relationships of your history in your wake.

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Unrequited Truths

★ Summary: You and Bucky have been friends the moment he came to the compound, and one day you finally gain the courage to tell him the truth about your feelings but does he feel the same way?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Rejection

★ Genre: Angst, One shot

★ A/N: I've had the worst writers block and now the semester is starting so I wont be posting as often

From the moment Bucky Barnes walked back into your life, you knew that things were about to change. It wasn't just his rugged good looks or the air of mystery that surrounded him; it was the way he carried himself, the strength in his every step, and the kindness that he often hid behind his tough exterior. As an Avenger, your life was an unending whirlwind of danger and adventure, with little time for matters of the heart. Yet, amid the chaos of battling supervillains and saving the world, there was a quiet corner of your heart that had always been reserved for Bucky.

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You were carefully measuring out the ingredients for a batch of chocolate chip cookies, your focused expression hiding the swirl of nerves and excitement within you. Baking had always been a comforting escape for you, a way to momentarily step back from the chaos of your superhero life and savor the simple pleasures

Bucky stood beside you, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms that held an air of both strength and vulnerability. His azure eyes followed your movements, and a small, bemused smile tugged at his lips. It was moments like these that made your heart race a little faster.

"Well, well," Natasha purred, her tone a blend of amusement and curiosity, "looks like the Avengers' kitchen has transformed into a culinary battleground."

You chuckled, feeling a gentle flush warm your cheeks. "Giving it a try, Natasha."

Natasha leaned against the counter, her expression inscrutable but a hint of mischief in her eyes. "You know what I love about cooking, there are certain ingredients that just naturally complement each other yet they don't even know it."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you exchanged a quick, almost imperceptible glance with Bucky. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a shared knowledge that Natasha's words held a deeper implication.

Bucky rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile. "Nat, don't start with your matchmaking."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Natasha pushed herself off the counter. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you two to your baking. But remember, if you ever need relationship advice, I'm here."

As Natasha made her exit, leaving the kitchen with a knowing smile, the room seemed to buzz with a newfound energy. Bucky's presence beside you felt warmer, more significant, and that shared smile lingered in the air like a promise.

Bucky turned to you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ignore her, she's always trying to meddle."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks warm as you met his gaze. "She's just looking out for us, you know."

Bucky grinned, reaching over and flicking a bit of flour in your direction, a mischievous smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Let's focus on baking before we turn this kitchen into a flour warzone."

Bucky grinned, reaching over and lightly brushing a speck of flour off your cheek with his thumb. His touch was gentle and tingling, leaving a sensation that lingered even after his hand had retreated.

"Yeah, well," Bucky's voice was teasing, "I don't need anyone to tell me how lucky I am to be baking with you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, his action, and the way he held your gaze. A part of you wondered if there was more to his words, if the playful gesture was his way of letting you know that maybe Natasha's observations weren't completely off base.

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The training room echoed with the clash of combat as you and Bucky sparred. His metal arm glinted as he delivered a punch, accidentally hitting you harder than intended. Pain flared, but you soldiered on.

Bucky's eyes widened as he registered the unintended force behind his punch. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You winced but forced a nod, sweat dampening your brow. "Yeah, just got a bit carried away."

His concern was evident, his blue eyes locked onto yours. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

You shook your head, offering a tight smile to reassure him. "It's fine, Bucky. Accidents happen. It's just a minor hit, I'm good"

But Bucky's concern didn't wane; he approached you cautiously, his blue eyes locked onto yours. "Let me see."

Reluctantly, you moved your hand away from your side, allowing Bucky a better look. His fingers gently probed the area, his touch surprisingly gentle given the strength he possessed.

His expression turned apologetic. "I'm really sorry about that, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You managed a reassuring smile, despite the slight discomfort. "It's alright, Bucky. It was an accident." you say chuckling, hoping that would ease the tension.

But without warning, Bucky pulled you into a gentle hug, his embrace warm and comforting. You felt his guilt more than anything, and his concern for your well-being was evident in the way he held you.

"I still shouldn't have let that happen," Bucky murmured against your hair, his breath tickling your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat at the close proximity, and you couldn't help feeling a bit flustered by the intensity of the moment. You had always known that Bucky cared deeply for his teammates, but there was something about the tenderness in his actions that sent your thoughts spiraling.

As he released you from the hug, Bucky's fingers brushed against yours, and a soft, almost playful smile curved his lips. "I promise I'll be more careful next time."

You laughed nervously, trying to dismiss the flutter in your chest. "Yeah, well, I'll be sure to keep my guard up."

As he released you from the hug, his fingers brushed against yours in a way that could be easily dismissed as accidental. But there was a lingering touch that left your skin tingling, a sensation that you couldn't ignore.

"I'll make it up to you," Bucky said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "How about I treat you to dinner later?"

The invitation caught you by surprise, your heart skipping a beat. Was this just a friendly gesture, or was there something more behind it? You managed to gather your thoughts, offering a small smile. "That sounds nice, Bucky."

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The dimly lit restaurant provided a cozy atmosphere as you sat across from Bucky, your heart pounding in your chest. Your heart raced, knowing that tonight was the night you had to finally confess your feelings to him. The menu lay before you, but your focus was entirely on the heavy truth you were about to unleash.

Bucky looked handsome as ever, his piercing blue eyes glistening under the soft candlelight. The menu lay between you, but your attention was far from the food. You cleared your throat, trying to steady your voice.

With a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. "Bucky, there's something I need to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to mask the anxiety. His piercing blue eyes bore into yours, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Bucky leaned in, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "What is it?" he asked softly.

You swallowed hard, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the menu. "I... I really like you, Bucky," you confessed, the words escaping your lips in a rush. "More than just a friend."

The air in the restaurant seemed to grow thick with tension as you awaited his response. Bucky's brow furrowed, and he seemed to search for the right words for a long, agonizing moment.

"I... I appreciate that," he finally said, his voice low and measured. "You mean a lot to me, too."

The tension in your chest eased slightly, but there was something in his tone that made you uneasy. "But?" you prompted, your heart sinking.

"I…" he began, but then paused, his eyes darting away. "I can't," he finally said, his voice low and filled with regret. "I can't feel the same way. Not romantically."

"I just thought... I thought we had something special," you stammered, your voice trembling as you struggled to keep your emotions in check.

Bucky's jaw tightened, and he looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "We do have something special, but it's not... it's not what you want it to be."

The words hung in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the bond you had shared, a bond that had always teetered on the precipice of something more. The bitter irony of it all was that the very thing that had drawn you together as friends was now the same thing keeping you apart as lovers.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you struggled to hold back a sob. It felt as if the world you had built in your heart had crumbled, leaving behind a desolate landscape of unfulfilled desires. The restaurant's once inviting ambiance now felt like a cruel mockery of your shattered hopes.

"I just wish..." you began, your voice faltering as you searched for words that could capture the depth of your feelings.

Bucky's gaze returned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting moment before he pulled his hand away, a physical manifestation of the emotional distance he needed to maintain.

"I wish things were different too" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't change how I feel."

The truth was like a knife to your heart, and the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air. The warmth that had once defined your friendship had now been replaced by a chilling silence.

As the evening wore on, the conversation became strained, and the laughter that had once filled the air was replaced by an uncomfortable tension. The waiter discreetly brought the check, and Bucky, with a heavy sigh, signaled for it.

The act of paying the bill felt like a finality, a symbolic gesture that marked the end of a chapter in your relationship. Bucky's regret-filled eyes met yours one last time, and it was as if an unspoken apology passed between you.

With a reluctant nod, you both rose from the table, the weight of unfulfilled dreams and unanswered confessions hanging heavily between you. The restaurant's doors swung shut behind you, leaving you standing in the cold night air, aching with the knowledge that the connection you had cherished had been irrevocably altered.

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Hi :) can u write a Bucky x Fem!reader fic based on the song "I need you to hate me -JCStewart" (Btw, it's a great song :) ) Reader and mc are the epitome of opposites attract.

I can not-

I TRIED TEN TIMES YES TEN I COUNTED AND EACH TIME I JUST STRUGGLED WRITTING IT

THOSE LYRIC FANFICS ARE SO FRUSTRAITING CUS LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN DO- IM SO SORRY JUST LYRIC FANFICS R HARD BUT HERES A SUMMARY ABOUT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO

😭😭😭

Summary :Grumpy Bucky and sunshine you live in the same apartment building and you try to be his friend since you just moved in as the new neighbor and try being friends with everyone but he keeps you shut so one day while in the elevator you see him holding the book the hobbit and ur like omg i love that too and later bonding but day he has a dream that he hurts you and then pushes you away but you comfort him in THE END

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lvrdrafts · 9 months

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Rescued by Love Final

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The air in the room was heavy with tension, each heartbeat echoing the weight of their unspoken words. Bucky's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and hope as he looked at you, his heart laid bare.

"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a soft plea that seemed to hang in the air. "I know I fucked up and I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes pleading for you to reconsider. "Please don't do this. I know I can be better for you."

Your eyes met his, a mixture of pain and indifference clouding your gaze. "Bucky, you don't understand. This arrangement was forced, and I've tried to find something worthwhile within it. I really did. We both knew it was poison from the start"

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of your hand as if reaching for a lifeline. " Angel, I want to fix this- build something better for us."

A humorless laugh escaped your lips, the bitterness in your voice unmistakable. "You're missing the point, Bucky. This isn't some fairytale where we can just fix the mistakes and forget the bad things prince charming did"

Bucky's grip on your hand tightened his voice a mix of sorrow and urgency. "Please, Y/N, let me show you that I can change, that there's still a chance for us."

You pulled your hand away from his, your voice resolute as you held your ground. "Bucky, stop your just hurting me more the more you talk. It's time for me to break free from this cycle of being someone no one cares about, please"

Your gaze met his, a tempest of pain and skepticism swirling within you. "Bucky, every word that left your lips was a lie. You left me feeling foolish for ever believing you were different." you say walking towards the door "Don't wait up, I need time to think about this"

Hours turned to night, and then into a new day. The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon by the time you returned to the place that had once held only pain. In your hand, you held a document that represented the finality you sought – the divorce papers.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you, holding his coffee tightly. He must have sensed the gravity of the moment, the weight of your decision. Silence hung in the air for a moment, the room seemingly holding its breath.

You walked closer, each step deliberate, your gaze locked onto his. His features, once so familiar, now seemed distant and foreign. The air was tense, like a taut wire about to snap.

"I've made up my mind, Bucky," your voice was steady, but the undercurrent of emotion was palpable. "This is the only way to move forward."

His eyes locked onto yours, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. "Please, sweetheart, let's not give up on what we had. I'm ready to fight for us, to demonstrate that change is possible."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, your heart fortified against their release. You didn't want to show him pain so you stayed strong "Bucky, you're in too deep".

You hand him the pen "Please if you care for me so much then sign it"

Without a word, Bucky reached for a pen, his hand trembling as he signed his name on the divorce papers. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you that is all I ever wanted to do, that's why I wanted this marriage," Bucky says as the tears fall down his eyes.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't get the divorce papers sooner, your protection is torture," you say calmly walking to your room to take your belongings. It felt like deja vu yet this time you were happy it was repeating. This time you had control of your life no one else.

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Rescued by Love Part 4

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the television as you settled onto the couch, trying to find some distraction from the world outside. The sound of a show's opening theme filled the air, but it was interrupted by the ringing of your phone. You picked it up, seeing Sam's name on the caller ID. Curious and a bit surprised, you answered, your voice a mix of confusion and warmth. "Hey, Sam."

"Hey, I... I just wanted to call and say I'm sorry for your loss," Sam's voice carried a gentle tone, as if he was choosing his words carefully.

Your brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Loss? Sam, what are you talking about?"

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the line, and then Sam spoke softly. "Your father's passing. I know it might be overwhelming, and I wanted to reach out."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat, the words not quite sinking in. "Wait, my father... passed away?"

There was a pause, and then Sam replied, his voice understanding. "Yeah, the funeral is tomorrow. I can't tell if your messing with me right now or not"

The shock and disbelief coursed through you as you tried to process what Sam was saying. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. "I... I didn't know."

Sam's voice held empathy, and he responded gently, "Wait- actually?"

You swallowed hard, your voice catching in your throat. "No, Sam, I had no idea. Bucky, he went on a business trip for a month, and I've been... I haven't been allowed to leave the house."

There was a somber pause on the other end, and then Sam said "What-what do you mean Bucky's not with you? He's here right now, with Steve, making arrangements for the funeral."

The weight of the situation bore down on you, the reality of your isolation and the secrets that had been kept from you leaving you feeling even more adrift. Your tears began to flow freely, and you managed to stammer, "I... I have to go, Sam."

"Take care," Sam's voice was soft, filled with understanding.

As you ended the call, your heart felt heavy, and the weight of the situation seemed almost suffocating. Alone in the dimly lit room, you leaned forward, your face in your hands, allowing your tears to flow. The television's flickering light seemed distant and inconsequential compared to the storm of emotions that raged within you.

After a few moments of collecting yourself, you reached for your phone again. There was one person who might be able to guide you through this tumultuous time – Matt Murdock.

"Hello?" Matt's voice came through the line, a calm and steady presence on the other end.

"Hey, Matt. It's me," you greeted, your voice carrying a mix of weariness and determination.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd call. How can I help you?" Matt's tone was empathetic, as if he could sense the weight of your burdens.

Your heart felt heavy, the desire for liberation clashing with the reality of your circumstances. "I... I need your help with something big. My father passed away, and I've been isolated at home. Bucky hired bodyguards who won't let me leave. And now I want to divorce him."

A thoughtful silence hung in the air for a moment before Matt spoke, his voice filled with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear about your father. And as for the divorce, that's a significant step. I can definitely assist you. We'll need to navigate the legal aspects, especially given your current situation."

Relief washed over you as you realized you weren't alone in this daunting journey. "Thank you, Matt. I really appreciate it. I... I want to regain control over my life."

Two days passed in a mix of tension and anticipation. The weight of your impending actions sat heavy on your shoulders as you waited for Bucky's return from his supposed business trip. The isolation that had cloaked you seemed to grow even more suffocating, the silence of the empty house echoing your thoughts.

Then, the door finally swung open, and Bucky stepped inside, his presence a blend of weariness and something you couldn't quite place. Steve trailed behind him, his features etched with a mix of determination and cold detachment. The air seemed charged with unspoken words as they both entered the room, their gazes meeting yours.

"Bucky," you greeted him, your voice carrying a mix of emotions – frustration, sadness, and something else that had been building within you.

He looked at you, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes before being replaced by a guarded expression. "Hey."

Steve's gaze remained fixed on you, a coldness that seemed to permeate the air between you all. It was as if the unspoken truths that had been kept hidden for far too long were about to surface, ready to shatter the fragile semblance of family.

"You're back," you stated, your tone tinged with an edge that betrayed the turmoil within you.

Bucky's jaw clenched, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away. "Yeah. Business trip was... intense."

You took a deep breath, a surge of courage propelling you forward. "Bucky, I know."

His gaze snapped back to yours, a flicker of surprise mingling with caution. "What do you mean?"

"The funeral. I know about it," you stated firmly, refusing to back down.

Bucky's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as if calculating his next move. "How...?"

"Sam called," you said, your voice steady. "He told me about Dad's passing. And about the funeral that both of you conveniently forgot to inform me about."

A heavy silence settled in the room, the tension palpable. Steve's cold demeanor remained unbroken, his gaze like ice as he observed the exchange.

"I didn't want you to have to deal with it," Bucky finally spoke, his voice tinged with sympathy.

You scoffed, a bitter chuckle escaping you. "So, you decided I didn't deserve to know, right? Just like everything else?"

Bucky's brows furrowed, his expression a mixture of frustration and guilt. "It's not like that. Please I don't want to see your hurt, its fucked up but you mean-"

"Isn't it ironic you don't wanna see me hurt yet you hurt me all the time?" you shot back, your voice rising with each word. "You've controlled my life, kept me isolated, and now you're making decisions about my own family without even telling me."

Steve's cold voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You're better off not knowing, Y/N."

His words ignited a fire within you, fueled by years of resentment and the determination to reclaim your agency. "No, Steve. I'm done being kept in the dark. I'm done being treated like a pawn in your twisted game. I'm getting a divorce you piece of shit"

"You better not," he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper as he took a step toward you, his fingers reaching for your arms with an intent that sent shivers down your spine.

Fear clamped its icy grip around your heart for a moment, paralyzing you. The shadow of past trauma loomed, threatening to engulf you once again. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as Steve's fingers tightened on your arms, his grip threatening to crush your spirit as it had for years.

Before the fear could completely consume you, a flash of movement caught your attention. Bucky, faster than you could anticipate, stepped between you and Steve, his stance protective. His strong arm shot out, intercepting Steve's grasp, and with a force that surprised you, he pushed Steve back making him hit the wall and fall on the floor.

"Steve, go this is between my wife and I not you" Bucky says coldly and Steve walks away with blood dripping down his nose. "Lets talk" Bucky says with a cold expression but past that you see a flicker of pain.

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