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historygeekfics · 14 days ago
1940s!Bucky fic - Moonlight Serenade (all chapters AO3)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
Sharing the full work link to my 1940s Bucky Barnes fic Moonlight Serenade. This is the first fic I've ever posted online, and I hope you enjoy it. There are 5 chapters, so put on some 1940s music while you read, and scroll down for some moodboards I made for Gwen (my OC) and Bucky.
Please do not plagiarise, translate, copy, or repost anywhere else.
About Gwen (my OC): Gwen Powell was born in Swansea in 1914, making her 30/31 when the fic takes place. I have deliberately avoided describing her appearance, so the reader can imagine her however they want.
Please read the notes on AO3 for warnings. There is a whole lotta smut, so this fic is strictly 18+. Do not, I repeat, do not read or interact if you are under 18.
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jodfics · 17 days ago
Dirty Brooklyn
Female USO Reader x Bucky Barnes
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Timeline: 1940s
Rating: NSFW
Prompt: Inspired by this post Created by @actuallyasgardian​​
A/N: I would pay to have him talk to me like that....
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"Come for me, darlin'. Come on. Don't be shy, now...all of it."
She loved when his Brooklyn accent came out. When it was thick and prominent with lust. She had never been to New York. And now, in the middle of Europe, a USO dancing girl in 'Captain America's' soon to be cancelled tour. She didn't think she would ever see the place her blue-eyed lover was born.
She also loved how Bucky was a master of her body. His fingers curled inside her, massaging something inside that was making her body spasm and thrash. His fingers worked in and out of her at a maddening speed, and the soldier kept goading her. He wanted her to come, wanted her to scream his name for the whole barracks to hear, and the lewd sound of his digits pumping in and out of her soaking hole as she clenched was her undoing.
"Good girl...Mmm, fuck, so good," Y/N let out a helpless whine when she caught him sucking on his fingers as if she tasted like the sweetest honey.
"You're gonna be the death'a me, doll. You're a dirty little dame, aren't ya? Do that thing with your tongue again. Ah…shit…"
Y/N's tongue gave a broad lick along the vein of his cock from root to tip, circling the head in a fancy swirl before using the end of her tongue to tease his slit.
She was supposed to be practising a new routine to entertain the troops. Her friends were already on the makeshift stage going through the routine whilst she was tucked away, in a concealed corner, with Bucky. Worshipping his erection with her tongue and lips, getting off on his muffled moans and his hands fisting into her hair.
"I'm not tellin' you again, darlin'. You keep bitin' on that lip, and I'll be puttin' that pretty little mouth'a yours to good use."
She hadn't meant to catch his attention; honestly, she had just been sat at the bar, swinging her legs playfully as she sucked on the straw of her drink. It was a dance night, but Bucky was busy talking strategy with Steve. The blonde man threw apologetic glances her way - he was fond of the USO girls, and they adored him back. As far as they were concerned, Steve was one of the girls.
Y/N had been chewing on her bottom lip distractedly, staring off into space when Bucky's broad body pressed against her back, and he made the playful threat, "Sorry, Sarge." She batted her eyelashes at him and giggled happily when he took her hand and pulled her into the dance hall.
"Is there somethin' you're wantin', doll? You're gonna have to use some words. Throw in a, 'Please, Sarge,' and I'll be real good to ya."
He was a real tease.
Eyes full of mischief and desire as he breathed against her upper thigh, kissing the delicate skin and grinning at her desperate little mewls, "I want your mouth on me! I wanna fuck your face, Sarge! Please, Sarge!" There was no room to be ashamed, to feel the sting of humiliation at begging so filthily just for his perfect mouth to ruin her.
"Gonna be so, so good to ya…." There wasn't a single person in the building that didn't hear her delight when Sargent Barnes' head dived between her thighs. He always seemed like a starving man, sucking and licking and nibbling at her until there wasn't a single drop left.
"You can take all of it, doll. Good girl. Goddamn, honey, you feel so good. You know how good you feel, darlin'?"
He was generously endowed, and he made sure she knew it.
Making her lungs empty of all air as he held her hips still and pushed himself into her. Watching as her quivering hole stretched around him and slowly swallowed his length – he knew she was too full but would keep going. Forcing her to take all of him whilst telling her how good she was.
And when he was balls deep. When she couldn't take even a millimetre more. Bucky would pause just to feel her hot, wet walls hugging him tightly, throbbing and clenching so deliciously that she would come just from being full.
When Y/N's trembling spasms calmed, and when he could feel her juices leaking out around him, creating a damp patch on the bed, he would fuck her – hard and fast. Ploughing into her as her thighs spread further, and his name was the only thing she could utter.
"Shit...ah hell, honey. I'm gonna- shit. Shit, come here, take it. Take it, fuckin' hell, doll, yeah. Just like that, darlin'. My god, you beautiful girl."
Y/N always forgave him when he fisted her hair and pushed himself a little further into her mouth than she was comfortable with. She would leave angry scratches down his thighs and try to swallow around his length. Try to take his load as gracefully as she could, and she would forgive that his body would lock, and he'd just bury himself until she almost choked.
As long as she was the cause of his lack of control, she would forgive him.
She made him whimper and moan, made him lose his wits until that primal, urgent need to take what he needed and wanted took over. Bucky's body sagged against the wall, knees unable to keep him up as he slid to the floor with her, and he would lick his lips and give her a lopsided grin.
His thumb caught the string of seed that had escaped and dribbled down her chin, caressing her lips until she opened up and sucked the remainder from the digit. "You're my best know that, right?" Y/N felt her cheeks burn and nodded as she watched him pant, admiring the glow of his skin as he came down from orgasm, "Such a good girl for me."
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historygeekfics · 20 days ago
Moonlight Serenade, part 4
Chapter 4 of my 1940s Bucky Barnes fic. If you like please reblog, comment or message. Please do not plagiarise, copy or repost anywhere else.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
If you want to get all caught up, check out parts 1-3 on AO3.
Warnings: This chapter is mostly smut. And some very light BDSM thrown in. 18+ only. Do not read or interact if you are under 18.
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the-fallen-nightmare · 21 days ago
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: sorry for the long awaited update. This chapter isn’t very good, tbh. But the bigger part of the story is coming! 
TAGS: @overthinkinggotmedrinking @igothroughphasesalot @veralyonn @shannonleanna182 @white-wolf-buckaroo @whatawildone @jessyballet @sebby-staan @multiyfandomgirl40 @andeys-obsessions @spid3rgwen @slut-for-buck @spideyyypeter @voguekristen @justmeandmyfuckeduplife @kenziekugler22 @hoodedbirdie​
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January 12, 1942
“James Buchanan Barnes!” 
Laughter bounced off the walls of the small apartment as I ran around the couch, trying to escape Bucky’s wrath. With a quick jump over the couch, Bucky had tackled me to the floor, all but gently, and his fingers attacked my sides. A horrendous laugh escaped my throat while Bucky non stop tickled me. 
“Say it!” He yelled. 
“Never!” I breathed during giggles. 
Bucky lifted me from the ground onto the couch, pinning our hips together and locking my hands above my head. 
“Say it,” he repeated. 
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath but still wouldn’t say the words. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 
“You’ll never hear me utter those words,” I sliced my eyes into his. 
Bucky smirked. “I know what will make you talk.” 
His fingers gripped my thigh and I tensed under his touch, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 
“Don’t you do it,” I threatened. 
Suddenly, his fingers squeezed my thigh over and over again causing me to yelp out in laughter. I felt my tough exterior fall away as Bucky continued to tickle my thigh. 
“OKAY! FINE YOU WIN!” I bellowed, giving up. 
“SAY. IT!” Bucky said. 
Silence fell around us and while Bucky smirked down at me in victory, I pushed my bottom lip out in a giant pout. 
“I hate you.” 
He leaned down and kissed my pouted lip. “Love you too, doll.” 
We kissed once more, this time longer and more passionate than the last one. Bucky let my hands go and I ran them through his hair and down his back, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. 
“Aw, come on guys. Really? I’m still here!” 
Bucky rolled off my hips while helping me to a sitting position and I gave an apologetic smile to Steve. He was walking back into the living room, bowl full of chips in one hand and beers in the other. 
“Sorry, Stevie.” 
It was Saturday night and we all met at Steve’s apartment for our usual movie night. Except we hadn't seen Steve in almost two weeks because Bucky and I had been so busy with each other that we didn’t stop to think of our other best friend that we almost ditched completely. 
Steve said he didn’t mind, liking the time alone, but we both knew that he was hurt that we hadn’t made the time for him. 
There was also a massive thing that we had to talk to Steve about; something we weren’t happy about. 
“So, do you want to tell us where you were this morning?” I asked with a raised brow. 
Steve gave me a confused look so I continued. “Bucky said he saw you coming out of the enlisting office again.” 
He sighed while giving us an apologetic look. I would have believed it if he actually was sorry. This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to enlist for the war. They denied him so many times now he started to lie on the forms, saying he’s from somewhere else; a different city and even sometimes a different state. 
“They’re going to accept me soon.” 
“Are you asking for a death wish?” Bucky semi-snapped. 
“I can’t sit by and watch other men lay down their lives. I have to do something,” Steve stated. 
A soft sigh fell from my lips and with a sad stare, I placed my hand on his knee so Steve could look into my eyes. 
“We’re worried about you, Steve. That’s all.” 
He nodded and placed his hand over my own. “I know but you have to understand that I’m not going to stop until they take me.” 
I hesitated to speak but Bucky’s voice stopped me. 
“Doll, come here.” 
He nodded towards the spot next to him and without a second thought, I snuggled closer into his chest, breathing in his scent. No matter how bad I was feeling or sour in a mood I was, Bucky’s scent always relaxed me instantly. 
“It’s not worth it, sweetheart. You can’t change his mind,” Bucky muttered into the mess of my hair. 
I nodded while my arms snaked around his body, letting the warmth spread from his body to my own. 
The three of us sat quietly, letting the noise from the television be the only thing we bothered to listen to. My mind wandered to the smaller man sitting next to us, wondering what was going through his own mind. 
I knew he wanted nothing more than to enlist in the current war because he wanted to stand up to the bad guys. That’s what we loved about Steve, always willing to stand up against the bully’s, not letting any of them knock him down. 
Truthfully, I knew that they wouldn’t take him because of his list of medical issues but I couldn't help the lingering fear that I would be left all alone sooner than I thought.
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jodfics · 24 days ago
My Girl
Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
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Timeline: 1940′s Rating: NSFW Prompt: Shipped off to England awaiting his orders, Bucky meets a girl. A/N: I’m really proud of this one too. There’s some angst in here so make sure you have some tissues.
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Y/N gave a sigh as more of the noisy American boys flooded into the dance hall; they had just arrived and were eager to enjoy their downtime while it lasted. They were being stationed in the barracks of the English countryside but it was only a matter of time before they were shipped out to Europe. She didn't mind them too much; it was just they were rowdy and she had enough to deal with as a military nurse without brawls breaking out every night. The English lads didn't like how flirty their new allies were, and a lot of the girls didn't know what to make of it. She, personally, found some of the new arrivals awful.
The nurse had come with her friends to enjoy a few dances before returning to their barracks and getting much-needed rest, but she had a problem.
A very loud and very handsy problem.
The Soldier targeted her as soon as he stepped through the door, and several times she had politely declined his offer of a drink. "Come on! Just one dance, just wanna see your pretty skirt twirl a little!" His hand was wrapped around her wrist again, and with an annoyed huff, she pulled herself free. He was more persistent than the last time with more drink in him; he grabbed her upper arm and yanked hard enough that the seam along her sleeve split.
Y/N let out a sharp gasp in both surprise and pain. Before she could yell at him and shove the heel of her hand against his chin, another man seemed to materialise by her side and pulled him away. "Didn't bring your manners, pal?" She stared at the broad back in front of her; the newcomer seemed to be blocking her from the drunk's view on purpose, it was a very protective stance, and Y/N felt a little more at ease. "I think you need to head back to barracks. Better yet – Go back to Jersey."
"Why don't you butt out!" The drunk exclaimed and swayed toward the man with a beefy fist raised. A protective arm shot out toward Y/N and gently swept the nurse to the side with him as he dodged the sloppy punch; the drunk fell against the table and cursed loudly. He made another swing, and this time, the Soldier landed a solid, right hook to the drunk's jaw and knocked him out cold.
A cheer rose up, some of the other soldiers clapping and raising their glasses, "You show 'im, Sarge!"
"Alright, Bucky! You show 'em how Brooklyn boys do it!"
Y/N sighed at the rowdy men and turned to leave, this was enough for one night and she really was tired. "Hey, wait!" The tall man fell into step beside her, and Y/N froze when she saw his face for the first time; he smiled at her with a somewhat lopsided grin. "He's one of mine, sorry he caused trouble for you… I know he's been hounding you all night already, but…" he gave a shrug, "Can I buy you a drink?"
There was no possible way she couldn't stare at him. He was so attractive that she was captivated simply by his steel-blue eyes and his perfectly chiselled features. He wore his hat slightly to the side, brunette hair styled neatly beneath it. His entire appearance was impeccable, and she didn't think she'd seen a uniform look so well on anyone else. But his mouth… Those perfectly shaped, plump lips, pink and moist as his tongue peeked out to lick his bottom lip in what she assumed was out of habit. The corners curled up just right and Y/N couldn't have refused if she'd wanted to. "Sergeant James B Barnes of the one o seventh."
She blinked rapidly, her brain trying to process the information and get away from how beautiful he was, "Y/N, Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service." It was a mouthful to say; however, she was incredibly proud of the service. She pointedly ignored his bemused expression – he was likely trying to turn it into an acronym but no one had managed it yet. "And I'd like a G and T, please, Sergeant."
"Bucky." He said with another charming smile and pulled a chair out for her at the first free table he found.
"Sorry?" The nurse tucked her skirt underneath her as she sat, looking up at him, slightly confused by the single word he had uttered.
"Call me Bucky." Another flash of teeth and he was striding toward the bar, parting a few soldiers confidently and getting the barman's attention. She watched him curiously, admiring his confidence and poise – he had a funny accent. Still, he behaved better than most of his fellows had been so far. Soon he was back, setting their drinks down and sitting across from her before taking his hat off and carefully running his hand over his hair to keep it neat. Not that there had been anything wrong with it. Y/N wasn't really sure what to say to him and sipped quietly at her drink before asking him where the name 'Bucky' came from and he leaned forward to speak to her. Bucky seemed to be naturally friendly, and his every gesture showed it. "Buchanan is my middle name, my pal, Steve, came up with calling me Bucky, and it kinda stuck. James is what my Ma calls me; usually when I'm in trouble!"
He was so boyishly charming that Y/N began to relax and fell into easy conversation with him, which was only the beginning of her trouble. The way he unconsciously swayed to the music was a massive indicator that he liked to dance, and she really wasn't very keen on the activity. "How old's your sister?" The nurse had to smile when he sat up straight and furrowed his brows, lips pursed slightly as he so obviously wondered how she knew he had a sister. Y/N rested her chin on the palm of her hand and continued, "When you got between that guy and me earlier. You blocked me from his view and kept me behind you the entire time; that's something I've only ever seen fathers, brothers or lovers do." Her eyes flicked to his large hands, there was no ring and she didn't think he looked old enough for children.
"You one of those head nurses?" Bucky laughed and licked his lips before answering, "Yeah, I got little sisters back home. The older one, she's real pretty, and the fellas keep trying their luck… I hope she doesn't get in too much trouble while I'm here." There was such a fond look in his eyes that Y/N couldn't help but sigh whimsically, "And no wife." A flash of his left ring finger brought her attention back to him fully, what she knew already confirmed. He chose that moment to offer his hand, "I'm dying to dance with you, doll."
Her head was already shaking left and right, her eyes widened in a sort of alarm that made him grin further, "I… really am a terrible dancer. I'll step on your toes and lose all of my mystique." As an afterthought, she quickly tacked on, "I'm not your 'doll' either."
"Lucky for you, I'm a great dancer. And my boots can handle your dainty, little feet… ma'am." He was a devil in disguise, she was sure of it, and somehow that made taking his hand impossible to resist.
"That's worse," he knew that too by the way he smirked, "I'm not a 'ma'am' or a 'doll', I have a name, and maybe you could use it?" Bucky didn't reply as he tugged her gently toward him. The music wasn't too quick and there was a good beat; his hand rested on the small of her back as his other hand cradled hers, easing her into a few simple steps. "Not bad, Sergeant."
Bucky chuckled at her compliment, "You're not so bad yourself, d- Y/N." He turned them smoothly, and he wisely kept quiet when she tripped over her own feet; he thought the way she hid her face was sweet, "You're thinking too hard." He told her and she shrugged slightly rather than admit he was right. It was then that Bucky noticed the rip in her sleeve and a frown tugged on his perfect lips. It would need sewing up, and he felt terrible that she'd have to mend such a pretty dress because one of his men couldn't hold their drink, "If anyone gives you trouble again, you let me know and I'll take care of it. I'm gonna twirl you – there we go!" Bucky watched Y/N's skirt flare out as he turned her and he caught her smiling as she started to enjoy herself. "That's a good look on you, doll."
They met twice a week at the dance hall, Bucky was the only man she would dance with, and though he flitted from girl to girl like a bee to flowers, he always ended up with her. They didn't have much in common but they always found easy conversation. It wasn't long before some of the soldiers started referring to her as 'Bucky's girl'; she denied it when her friends asked her, and of course, the nurses all laughed at her dismissals. The barracks were always noisy on dance nights. Curlers, hair spray, dresses and excited yells made it busier than any dance hall. Y/N would hide her smile when they started talking about her 'American Sweetheart', and she would very quickly change the subject. Thankfully, her friend and a soldier she had been caught kissing in the hall the night before.
It became a thing that the one o seventh would make a loud fuss when Y/N and Bucky would greet each other; bets were already made on how long it would be until they were official. He'd tell them to knock it off and roll his eyes, nodding his head toward the bar so she would follow him without question. They would flirt. Everyone could see it, but no one ever noticed how they looked at each other or the subtle touches when they danced. Neither one of them were strangers to the opposite sex. After two months of hints and silent suggestion, Y/N took his hand and guided him out of the dance hall toward the barn doors of the neighbouring farm. She leaned up and was finally able to press her lips to his – she hadn't been able to stop her fascination with his mouth since the day she met him.
Bucky pulled her close, sealing his mouth over hers, devouring her moan as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and dominating the kiss like it was his sole purpose in life. She didn't simply let him take over, giving as good as she got and moving his hands from her waist to her hips as an invitation. His warm hands slipped under Y/N's uniform blouse, marvelling at the bare skin beneath his fingers. Bucky's thumbs caressed along her ribs and traced the edge of her bra before he pulled away, a smile playing on his lips when hers tried to follow - not wanting to stop kissing him. "Not out here, doll."
He took her hand, and together, they snuck into the barn. The Soldier helped her onto the ladder that led to the upper floor, bundles of fresh hay providing a safe hiding place for them to explore one another. Y/N's nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt with practised ease, sliding it down his shoulders as she straddled him. Her palms pressed to his naked chest with splayed fingers as she stroked down his body teasingly. Then she was undoing his belt, whining a little when he captured her mouth and blocked her view of his body. Bucky undressed her whilst he busied his lips and tongue with hers, fingers stumbling at the fastening of her bra. Still, persevering, he managed to remove the garment, manoeuvring them so that she was laid out atop his jacket, protected from the prickly hay. Once more, she fought him to keep the kiss going rather than take a breath. Bucky wanted to admire her though. His breath hitched at the sight of her; it was one of those clichéd nights where the sky was clear and the moon bright enough to cast its light in through the windows and gaps in the barn's old roof.
Every curve, and dip, and groove of her body was bared to his hungry blue eyes. Bucky dropped his head down to slowly worship her body with his mouth, groaning into her skin when her hands wound into his hair. Suspenders were unsnapped from her stockings, and Bucky slid her underwear down over her hips. His hands left a hot trail down along her thighs and further down her calves as he pulled them free of her, catching her foot in his right hand; the Soldier pressed a kiss to the inside of her ankle. He felt her tug her foot a little in his grip and looked up in time to see her cover her face, "Hey, you don't gotta hide, pretty girl." His smile was reassuring when she braved a glimpse in his direction. "We can stop anytime you want. I'm not gonna get mad, I swear."
"It's not that." She wanted this so much, almost too much. "I'm not used to a guy taking his time like this. Or paying so much attention to me. It's embarrassing." Y/N had never been looked at like this, never had a partner who seemed to cherish her as much as Bucky was right at that moment, and she couldn't think of a time she ever felt so exposed.
Bucky placed her knees on either side of his hips and leaned over her. Keeping his weight on his forearms so that he could nuzzle into her neck, sighing softly into her perfumed skin. "You got nothing to be embarrassed about - not a damn thing. If we had more time, I'd show you what I can do with my mouth." He felt her shiver and brought his head up so that he could look her in the eye, a slow grin spreading on his face and his eyes darkened with mischievous lust. "Yeah, I caught you staring. I bet you know every little detail of my lips, and I bet you thought about more than me kissing you with them." Bucky could practically see the heat rising out of her, and it was all because of the sinful words he breathed into her flesh. He had no problem with gazing into her eyes, boring into her very being with his mesmerising blues. "You wanna be my girl until this stupid war is over?"
Her hands cupped his face, tracing his cheekbones and nodding slightly, "I think I'd like that..." His boyish grin was the last thing she saw before he was kissing her breathless with an addictive passion that she was determined to match. Bucky's hand found its way to the base of Y/N's spine and lifted her hips just so, and with a deep groan, he sheathed himself inside. She was ready for him and Bucky nearly choked as her thighs squeezed against his hips. He didn't need to murmur sweet encouragement to her; he didn't need to praise how tight her heat was as her body hugged him so perfectly, and it was one of the few times he was utterly tongue-tied.
Bucky rolled his hips, and Y/N mewled into his mouth; she moved with him as if they'd done this a thousand times before. They found an easy rhythm; hands grabbed and stroked and caressed wherever they could, again and again. Her hands carded through his hair, tugging at the brunette locks as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. Whenever she pulled a little too hard, his thrusts would become a little harder, a little deeper. "God, doll," Bucky groaned. "So wet, so fucking wet for me - can't wait to get my tongue inside you. Gonna eat you up until you got nothing left for me." Bucky had slowed, grinding against her just right to make her whole body arch and tense, her mouth forming a sweet little 'o' as all sound became trapped in her chest. He grinned breathlessly, huffing out a small laugh before pressing his forehead to hers. "Lemme hear you, Y/N. Wanna hear my name outta your mouth so bad." Bucky hissed as her nails bit into his back, the fine sheen of sweat burning the marks and making his growl. He yanked her closer, driving into her slick heat desperately, her name becoming a mantra on his tongue – neither of them caring who heard it.
Y/N moaned, her body trembling so much that his grip became bruising - marks she would cherish in the morning. "B-Buc - Oh! Please... please, I'm... Bucky, I -!"
"Look at me." Obediently she found his eyes, her walls clenching around his cock as she did. "You're so fucking pretty. You feel amazing, doll." His tongue slid over his bottom before his teeth caught it; his gaze was so feral and raw that Y/N's felt her body clench. Her head fell back against the hay as she came undone for him - because of him. The brunette held her tight to himself. Smothering her yell with a hard kiss, he began to fuck her almost too harshly; his vision began to blur, and Bucky tore his mouth from hers in favour of crying out her name. Bucky caught himself before he could crush the nurse under him, falling to her right with a satisfied grin, both of them panting as if they had run a marathon.
They dressed quietly once they had cooled down, smiling at each other every time their eyes met and then helping the other neaten up their uniforms. Bucky held her hand all the way back to the dance hall, stealing kisses along the way and making sure she would get safely back to her barracks before heading to his own.
They were both deployed a week later. Bucky heading to the front lines whilst Y/N went to the field hospital.
Every time a soldier was brought in injured, Y/N silently prayed it wasn't him. The boys she took care of – and some of them were just boys, barely grown men – broke her heart. She watched them break both physically and mentally, missing limbs, and memories of their friends dying in front of them made for haunting nightmares. Screams and groans filled her ears day and nights.  
Y/N lost count of the dog tags she had had to collect from those that didn't make it.
By the time they were called back to England, the nurses felt as raw and as tired as the Soldiers; the glamour of helping their boys was sullied by blood, and no one wanted to go dancing at first. When Y/N finally plucked up the will to leave the dreary dorm she shared with her friends, she was surprised to find a familiar face. A brunette soldier halfway up the chainlink fence into the nurses' barracks. "…Bucky?"
His head jerked toward her, alarmed that he might have been caught trying to sneak in, but then he smiled big and bright. His eyes weren't as bright; no doubt he had seen the same horrors she had, but his smile was still boyish and his enthusiasm no less than before. Y/N watched him climb the rest of the way, wincing and looking around each time the fence let out a loud clatter, "Bucky, stop! You'll be arrested!" He jumped down from the fence and caught her in his arms, hugging her close and burying his nose into her hair – he'd missed her so much. "You're an idiot..." she admonished him fondly, her arms just as tight around him.
"You and your friends haven't left here in days. Me and the fellas were worried." He held her at arm's length, checking her over for any injuries; though nurses weren't in the fighting, they were still at risk. Every time he saw planes overhead or heard shelling in the distance - his heart throbbed painfully. He prayed she was safe, that she wasn't in danger. Bucky had worried that she might get hurt by a patient who had gone mad in all the violence. Seeing that she was okay, he pulled her to his chest again and let out a deep breath he hadn't known he was holding. "You gotta get out of here, doll. Thinking about what's happened won't help anyone... Hey?" Bucky looked down as Y/N hid her face into his shirt; she wound her arms around his middle and began to cry for the first time since she'd been deployed. "I'm here... I got you, Y/N, I'm not leaving you." Bucky held her tight and let her cry it all out.
It took a while for everything to fall back into place like it had been before. The American soldiers and the English soldiers still had disagreements; there were still fights, but there was a camaraderie there hadn't existed before deployments. The briefly, quiet and dreary nurses barracks came alive again as they would get ready and tease one another. "Y/N, do you think you and Bucky will go steady soon?"
"He broke into the barracks for her; they must already be steady - I wanna know when Susie is going to kiss that cute private!" Laughter lit up the room, and Y/N grinned as they made plans to set their friend up.
Bucky wasted no time grabbing his girl and pulling her in to dance, incredulous as Y/N tripped over her own feet and stepped on his toes. They snuck away from the crowded dancehall, like naughty children, to the barn – finding it padlocked. Y/N smacked his arm as he guffawed at the sight of it; the mystery of whether the farmer knew or not solved. Bucky picked Y/N up and carried her over a stone wall. His eyes searching for a suitable place to ravish her, both of them giggling when he got his boot stuck in a hole. They ended up in the middle of the field, laughing and checking they weren't going to be caught before Bucky made love to her in the tall grass.
The stroll back to her barracks was interrupted by his kisses, his body pressing hers against walls or trees. "This is me..."
"I guess it is." Bucky pilled Y/N into the shadows of the trees, the guarded gate within sight, "Y/N?"
His voice was quiet, still deep and pleasant to her ears, but it sounded so much softer than she could remember. "What is it?"
Bucky's fingers brushed along her cheeks, his lips pressing featherlight to hers before pulling back and licking his lips nervously. "I was just thinking... I was thinking that maybe you'd wanna marry me?"  
"I think I'd like that."
He kissed her until their lips were almost sore, and the light of a torch hit them. The guard grumbling at them and telling Y/N it was nearly curfew. She giggled at Bucky's lazy salute and blew him a kiss; he caught it and pressed it to his heart.
The warning sirens had been too late sounding when planes flew overhead, dropping shells from the sky with little accuracy – the explosions were scattered over the countryside. Flashing like lightning and making the ground tremble as they hit indiscriminately.
The nurses' barracks just collateral damage.
The only consolation was that they had been sleeping when the bombs hit, and Bucky hoped - he prayed - that they hadn't known. That they hadn't been frightened or suffered. Stretchers with bodies covered up in white linen were lined up along the road. He'd found Y/N and knelt beside her quietly, holding her cold hand that had slipped from the stretcher and rubbing the dirt from the gold band around her finger.
Tears fell silently down his cheeks, and guilt gnawed at his already aching chest, angry at himself that he hadn't been there to protect her and sad that he hadn't had longer to spend with her. Bucky pressed a lingering kiss to the back of Y/N's hand before tenderly placing it under the white sheet and standing up. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and stiffly, he began to walk away, his jaw clenched as frustrated anger began to fester inside his chest to dull the hurt. A fire was growing inside him that he hadn't had before, and he silently swore that if he had to walk to Germany to end this damn war, he'd do it.
Bucky stopped. He turned on his heel and stood at attention, saluting his girl with the silent promise to win this war for her.
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backoffbucky · 29 days ago
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I’d just like to remind everyone of this. No reason why, I just like this gif.
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the-fallen-nightmare · a month ago
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: I hope everyone is liking it so far!
TAGS: @overthinkinggotmedrinking @igothroughphasesalot @veralyonn @shannonleanna182 @white-wolf-buckaroo @whatawildone @jessyballet @sebby-staan @multiyfandomgirl40 @andeys-obsessions @spid3rgwen @slut-for-buck @spideyyypeter @voguekristen @justmeandmyfuckeduplife @kenziekugler22 @hoodedbirdie​​
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December 25, 1941
Snow fell around the two of us, bringing a smile to my face, and I linked fingers with Bucky as we continued our walk towards his house. 
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I questioned. 
Bucky grazed a kiss over my knuckles. “My ma is going to love you, doll. You have nothing to worry about.” 
His words did nothing to ease the dreaded fear of meeting his mom and sister. Bucky thought it would be a great idea to invite me over for Christmas and for his family to finally meet me. I, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a bad idea. 
We had been dating exclusively the last couple of months, seeing each other almost every other day. After Bucky talked to his mom about me countless times, she wanted to meet me. From what I heard, she is the biggest sweetheart and would do anything for her kids, but that still did nothing to stop my hammering heart. 
A sudden cold breeze blew past us causing Bucky to pull me closer to his warm chest, his typical scent weighing heavily on his suit. 
“Are you going to tell me what my present is?” I asked, looking up to Bucky. 
He shook his head. “Not yet. 
I gave him my best pouty lip which did nothing to phase him. He merely gripped onto my shoulder and turned our bodies down a corner, a lone house coming into view. It wasn’t one of the bigger ones I’ve seen but it also wasn’t small by any means. 
“I don’t know, Bucky,” I said coming to a stop. 
“Doll,” Bucky started. 
“What if she finds something she doesn’t like about me? What if she thinks I’m not good enough for you?” 
Words kept rambling from my mouth so Bucky pressed his lips to mine, hushing my doubts immediately. 
“She is going to love you, Y/N. Please stop worrying about nothing.” 
His blue eyes pleaded for me to trust his words so with a soft sigh, I nodded and allowed him to link our fingers together, leading me inside. The house was filled with loud voices, laughing and yelling, and my nerves relaxed only briefly. 
“Ma? Rebecca?” 
Bucky walked with me into the kitchen where two women were standing in front of the stove, working hard on dinner. Hearing Bucky's voice, their actions halted and once they saw me holding onto his arm, they broke out in huge smiles. 
His sister, Rebecca, darted around the counter and over towards me, pulling me away from Bucky and into her arms, a bone crushing hug followed. 
“Oh, hi,” I giggled, my own arms wrapping around her. 
“You are way too beautiful to be with my brother,” Rebecca joked with a smirk towards her brother. 
I raised my brow to him. “Hear that, Buck?” 
“Alright, that’s enough,” Bucky gently pulled me away from his sister and led me towards his mom. “Ma, this is Y/N. Doll, this is my mom Winnifred.” 
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Barnes,” I extended my hand towards her. 
She eyed it with an unreadable expression and the nerves wrecked my body once more the longer I stood in front of her, with my hand extended. 
A smile broke out on her tired face before pushing my hand away and pulling me into yet another bone crushing hug. 
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, sweetheart. James has talked about you so much, I was starting to think he was making you up.” 
“I can assure you, Mrs. Barnes I’m real,” I laughed. 
She waved me off. “Please call me Winnie.” 
I handed my jacket and purse to Bucky before nodding towards the multiple pots and pans that cluttered around the kitchen. 
“Would you like any help?” 
Winnie nodded with a smile. “That would be lovely dear, thank you.” 
For the next while, I helped Winnie and Rebecca prepare Christmas dinner while Bucky sat at the table in the middle of the kitchen, a warm smile spread wide across his face. I would catch his eye every so often and felt the butterflies spring to life when I noticed how lovingly he was watching me. 
The table was filled with a large spread of food and as I was about to mention how much food there was, a knock sounded at the front door. Bucky excused himself for a moment before returning to the kitchen, Steve following in toe. 
“Merry Christmas, Stevie,” I smiled while giving him a hug. 
“Merry Christmas, Y/N. I hope you guys don’t mind me crashing,” Steve said. 
Winnie shook her head. “You know you’re always welcome here, Steve.” 
Dinner was an absolute dream, all of us talking and joking about God knows what. It had been so long since I sat down in a family dinner and I hadn’t realized how bad I had missed it. My parents died right after I turned eighteen so I had been on my own the last handful of years. That’s what made Steve and I so close and Bucky could also relate, losing his father at a young age. 
Bucky’s hand gently rested on my thigh under the table and with the warmth that spread from the tip of my toes to the cheeks of my face, I tried to remain calm as the thought of the present I was giving him tonight came to mind. 
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“Oh goodness, who let me wear heels and walk two blocks home?” I groaned as I stepped through the threshold of my apartment. 
Bucky chuckled before picking me up bridal style and carrying me into my room. He gently laid me on my bed and slowly worked at taking off my shoes. 
“Thank you, Bucky.” 
“Anything for you, doll.” 
With a quick toss of my shoes into my closet, Bucky sat on the bed next to me and traced shapes on my exposed thigh. 
After dinner, we walked Steve home and it took a little convincing of my lips on his to convince Bucky to spend the night. 
“Oh, before I forget,” Bucky leaned his body over mine as he reached for something in his jacket pocket that laid in a mess on the floor. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.” 
With a giddy smile, I propped myself up on my knees and slowly unwrapped the small present. The velvet of the black box tickled my fingers and I took off the tip, a gasp falling from my lips. 
“Bucky,” I breathed. “This is-.” 
Inside the box was a gorgeous gold necklace with a shiny black pendant in the middle. It was a large oval shape and when I flipped it over, the inscription on the back brought tears to my eyes. 
All the time in the world isn’t enough with you, doll. I love you. J.B.B.
I had to read the words a few more times for the words to really sink into my brain. 
I love you. 
My eyes snapped from the necklace to Bucky, who was watching me with an intense gaze.
“You love me?” The words came out quiet 
He nodded. “I knew the moment you spilled my coffee on me that I was in love with you.” 
Cupping his cheek with one hand and the other clutching tightly to the necklace, I gave Bucky a quick but firm kiss. 
“I love you too,” I mumbled against them. 
His eyes shone with the love he had just professed while he moved a strand of hair out of my face. 
“With this war going on, I don’t know what the future holds so I didn’t want another day to go by without telling you how I feel,” Bucky professed while helping me put on the necklace. 
The war overseas had been a looming fear in the back of our minds, wondering how it would affect our relationship. Men were either enlisting or getting drafted. The last thing on Bucky’s mind was enlisting, not wanting to leave me behind alone. 
I shook the thoughts of war out of my mind, not wanting to ruin the rest of Christmas with those sad thoughts. Straddling Bucky’s hips, I ran my hands through his hair causing his eyes to flutter shut. 
“Ready for your present now?” I questioned, leaving small love marks over his neck. 
Bucky’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he let out a low hiss. Our hips started to slowly move in sync, grinding over the fabric of our clothes. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, slowly lifting the bottom of my dress up over my ass. 
“Are you sure about this, doll?” Bucky asked after pulling away from a heated kiss we shared. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” 
I lifted his chin with my finger. “I’ve thought about nothing but this for awhile now. I want you, Bucky.” 
With my final words, Bucky turned me onto my back causing a playful giggle to fall from my lips. We spent that night together connected more than ever before and we ignored the worries of the world past the walls of my bedroom; even if it would finally catch up to us.
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the-fallen-nightmare · a month ago
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: It is so hard to find gifs on 1940′s Bucky that I haven’t used yet. As mentioned in a previous chapter, I’m really not too sure how long this series will be. So it’ll be a “go as we all flow” kind of story. Enjoy! 
TAGS: @overthinkinggotmedrinking @igothroughphasesalot @veralyonn @shannonleanna182 @white-wolf-buckaroo @whatawildone @jessyballet @sebby-staan @multiyfandomgirl40 @andeys-obsessions @spid3rgwen @slut-for-buck @spideyyypeter @voguekristen​ @justmeandmyfuckeduplife @kenziekugler22 
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October 31, 1941
The sound of kids laughing brought a smile to my face as I gave them all a wave goodbye before letting the door shut behind me. I set the bowl of candy down on the end table that stood its place next to the door and with a tired sigh, I allowed my body to mold into the couch. 
Halloween was my favorite holiday, my apartment being decorated from head to toe in a variety of decorations. Tonight, however, I couldn’t find it to be happy. No matter how many smiles I saw on kids' faces when they heard they could take two pieces of candy from my bowl. 
“Everything alright?” 
I looked over to Steve and gave him a sad nod. “I thought Bucky would be back by now.” 
“It’s alright,” Steve patted my knee. “His family goes on these vacations all the time.” 
“I know. I didn’t expect him to be gone all month,” I sighed. 
Bucky and I had gone on a handful of dates but never finished off the date with a kiss. He was always a gentleman, walking me to my door to make sure I made it inside safe. Call it nerves for the both of us or not ready to take the next step, we always found each other giving soft kisses on each other's cheeks. 
We never gave us a label, unsure of what to call us, but we both understood how much we had cared for one another. He was constantly on my mind and I knew I had been on his because he would call me whenever he could; wasn’t that often but when he did, my heart would flutter. 
Bucky had taken over walking me home from my shift from the diner some nights, Steve still doing so every once in a while. He promised Bucky while he was gone that he would look after me, even if some of the men we walked past on our way home were twice his size. 
Even if he was smaller than most men, Steve never let that stop him from standing up to the bullies. 
The T.V in the background played a soft tune of a commercial, showing men everywhere what they could do to help out during the current war that was going on. 
“Steve Rogers. Don’t even think about it,” I warned with a pointed finger. 
“I have to do something, Y/N.” Steve sighed. 
We had this conversation almost daily. He wanted to go fight the war overseas but with his medical history, there was no way they would take him. 
“You can do something. Stay here and stay alive,” I spoke. 
Steve knew when to stop the argument, knowing that he wouldn’t get me to see his side. I understood that he wanted to stand up to the bullies in Germany but I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt because his asthma alone would stop him. 
We sat in silence for a long while, watching the random show on television, and I could tell it was getting late, the sunset had casted the room in a glow a while ago. Now the bright moon light was now brushing across my bare skin of my ankles, my dress pants riding up a tad as I sat cross legged on the couch. 
Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly grabbed the bowl of candy and opened the door with a plastered smile on my face. 
“Trick or treat, doll!” 
Bucky leaned against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a playful smirk pulling at his lips. 
“You’re back!” I exclaimed, dropping the bowl of candy to my feet and walking into his now open arms. 
“We got back into town about an hour ago. I had to come see my best girl.” 
Bucky’s arm engulfed around me, his scent pulling me in. Teakwood was never my favorite smell but the way he wore it made my stomach flutter to my heart. It was the mint that made me completely swoon over him. 
We parted slowly, Bucky keeping me in his arms, and with a soft touch he moved a loose strand from my face. 
“You cut your hair,” he noticed. 
I nodded. “Just a few inches.” 
“I like it,” Bucky mused. 
Our gazes locked intensely and I could feel myself being pulled in closer to his plump lips. They were a light pink and looked so soft. This invisible vortex had wrapped around us like a ribbon, tangling us together, and while I stood on the tip of my toes I almost leaned into him. 
“Hey, Buck. Oh fuck, am I interrupting?” 
Bucky and I both pulled away from one another and I shook my head at Steve. 
“Watch your language, Rogers.” I mocked threatened. 
“How’ve you been, punk?” Bucky pulled him into him, squeezing his shoulder. 
They followed me back into my apartment while I tried to calm the heat that was engulfing me from getting caught for almost kissing Bucky. 
“Good, jerk. Y/N has been keeping me on my toes the past month.” 
I scoffed loudly, falling back onto the couch. “I have not! All we’ve done is eat junk food and watch television.” 
Each guy sat on either side of me and I cuddled closer into Bucky’s chest. His arm immediately wrapped around me, fingers drawing circles on my bare shoulders from my tank top. We all sat for a short time, enjoying the time together. These two men had become the most important people in my life in only a few months and I realized that if neither of them was around, it would instantly put a damper on my mood. 
An unattractive yawn fell from my lips and with a shrug from Bucky, he motioned to my bedroom. 
“You should get some sleep, doll.” 
I hugged him tighter. “But you just got back.” 
He chuckled and ran a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.” 
I looked up into his eyes and weighed the decision in my mind for a quick moment. Steve must have felt the tension between us so he stood from the couch, telling Bucky he would meet him outside. 
“Night Stevie!” I called over my shoulder to him. 
Bucky and I were staring at one another again and he rolled his lip over his bottom lip. Biting my own, I swallowed whatever fears I had and pressed our lips together. They molded together for a moment and I pulled away, looking deep into Bucky’s eyes. He darted from mine to my lips a few times and suddenly attacked my lips once more; this time deeper and more passionate. My hands ran through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed back locks, while his hand perfectly cupped my cheek. 
Our tongues danced with each other for a few more beats before we reluctantly pulled away, Bucky resting our foreheads together. 
“Wow,” I breathed, my voice coming out of the horse. 
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” Bucky admitted. 
I giggled and placed another quick kiss on Bucky’s lips. 
“I should go. Steve’s waiting for me,” Bucky noted. 
“Come over tomorrow?” I asked hopefull. 
“Wouldn’t want to waste another minute without you, doll.” 
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historygeekfics · a month ago
Moonlight Serenade, part 2
Here is chapter 2 of Moonlight Serenade, the 1940s Bucky Barnes fic I've been working on.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
Summary: Gwen meets Bucky for their date in London. After an air raid siren interrupts their fun, things get passionate...
Warnings: Flirting, fluff, and smut, so strictly 18+. There is also a reference to surgery, but it's very brief.
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I've posted the fic on AO3 and shared the link here, so please don’t copy or repost it anywhere else. But if you like it and want to reblog or comment, I will love you a lot ♥
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the-fallen-nightmare · a month ago
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Words: 1087
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: I got my mojo back, y'all. Here is the prologue for my new Bucky fic! The first handful of parts will take place in the 1940's. Tags will be open for this story! Also, I suck at summaries so I apologize.
TAGS: @overthinkinggotmedrinking @igothroughphasesalot @veralyonn @shannonleanna182
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APRIL 23, 1945.
The small group stood around the large hole in the ground and the noise of quiet sobs and hushed voices filled my ears. I sat on my chair keeping my eyes trained hard on the casket in front of me. It was closed, not having a cold body lying inside of it, but it still did nothing to my breaking heart. Even though his body was never returned, mostly because it hadn’t been recovered, I could picture him laying in there; eyes sewn shut with his arms over his chest, clutching his dog tags in his hand.
I would like to think that there was a picture of us in the other.
Spring time in Brooklyn had approached fast and the sudden chill and shift in air caused me to pull my jacket closer to my chest.
“He loved you so much, Y/N. You were his everything.”
His mother’s words were deep in my mind, those words replaying over and over. She had been the only thing that kept me going during this hard time, knowing that I had no one else.
“Y/N, honey, it’s time.”
Turning my head up towards the familiar voice, I gave a small smile to Winnifred and with a quick nod, I stood on shaky legs as I made a few steps towards the casket.
My fingers sprawled over the cold wood and even though his body wasn’t physically with me, I could feel his presence around me.
“If only we had more time together. You promised to make an honest woman out of me when you returned. I promise to look after ma and the girls for you as long as you promise to stay with Stevie. I know he changed and doesn’t need you but we don’t know what it’s like on the other side.”
A loud sob got caught on my throat, realizing that I not only lost the love of my life but also my best friend in the matter of a few months.
“I love you so much, James. I’ll see you again soon my love.”
With a soft tap on the casket as a final goodbye, I gave a longing hug to Winnifred, promising to visit her soon, and made the lone walk towards my car on the other end of the parking lot. Thoughts of how much my life had changed the last few days swirled in my mind.
Winnifred had waited months after hearing of Bucky’s death before having a funeral for the hope of receiving his body. We both didn’t want to bury an empty casket but after another night of no good news, I convinced her that we needed to put his soul to rest.
In that time, I had found out that Steve had passed as well in a plane crash. The two most important men in my life were gone so close together and my heart couldn’t take the break and hurt any longer.
“He never had a choice,” I sobbed to myself. “He didn’t want this.”
Bucky never had a say in fighting in the war against the Germans, being drafted. But that didn’t stop the proud smile he wore when he received the news.
“The 107th. I ship out to London first thing tomorrow.”
The night before he left was spent with family and closest friends before it was the two of us, in his twin sized bed. We had to be so quiet so his younger sisters couldn’t hear us. That night he promised to make me an honest woman when he returned; buying a home, getting married, and having a family.
Nothing about his death made any sense to us. The military only said that he had died in the line of duty while working a secret mission that he and Steve had been working on for months prior. Everything about both of their deaths rang a large questioning bell in my brain but I had been overtaken with so much grief that I hadn’t thought to ask more questions.
Rain had started falling from the dark clouds above, mixing with my tears, and as my body continued to shake with the sobs, I heard a loud crack behind me. I didn’t bother turning to look, thinking that it was thunder, but when I heard his deep voice my feet froze in fear.
“Stevie?” I asked through my broken sobs. I hastily wiped away the tears from my eyes, wondering if what I was seeing was actually in front of me.
Everything about the man standing in front of me looked familiar only older; so much older than the last time I had seen him in that bar. Before his life with The Howling Commandos began.
“Wha-? How can you be here?”
“Y/N, you can’t get in that car,” Steve reached for my hand.
I smacked it away, fear of how Steve was standing in front of me. We had buried him and Bucky mere hours ago.
“You look like Steve. But you’re much older than the Steve I know,” I stared at him, puzzled.
“It’s me, Y/N. I’m here to take you home.” This Steve vowed. “You have to come with me, quick.”
I furiously shook my head. “How do I know it’s really you?”
My back bumped into the car and my shaking hands reached for the handle. Steve gently placed his hand over my own, forcing me to look at him.
“Please, you can’t drive away from here.” He begged. His bottom lip trembled slightly.
“Why not?!” I bellowed.
Older Steve shook his head, “I can’t tell you but you have to trust me not to get in that car.”
“I must be imagining this. It’s a side effect from the grief.” I rubbed my eyes, the exhaustion weighing me down.
“I can take you to him but we have to go now. Bucky’s waiting for you; his girl.”
With the mention of his name, I looked at Older Steve dumbfounded. The wet strands of hair stuck to my face as I stuttered over the words that fell from my lips.
“You can take me to him?”
Steve nodded. “We have to leave now. I don’t have much time to explain everything to you but once we’re there, I’ll explain it all to you.”
I shook my head confused. “Go where?”
“A different time,” Steve admitted, quickly grabbing my hand.
Our bodies were sucked through this kind of vortex and I felt myself flying through darkness.
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historygeekfics · a month ago
Moonlight Serenade, part 1
Hey guys, so I wrote my first ever fic on AO3 and thought I’d share the link here. Please don’t copy or repost it anywhere else.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
Summary: After Steve Rogers’ infiltration of the Hydra base and the rescue of the 107th, the men are recuperating in London. After joining the Howling Commandos, Bucky agrees to join Steve Rogers back on the battlefield. Gwen Powell, an overworked doctor, is tasked with giving him the all clear before he ships out. Quite unexpectedly, her patient is very taken with her, and she finds herself unable to resist his charms.
Warnings: I read stories about POWs to research this fic because I wanted it to be realistic. However this means there are medical references, mentions of blood, battlefield injuries, amputations, wounds, infections, and parasites. Nothing graphic, but please don’t read if medical stuff isn’t for you.
Hope you enjoy. Chapter 2 coming soon (with smut!)
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peterman-spideyparker · a month ago
Eternally (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 6/?
Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I'm taking a quick study break to post the next part, because let's face it, I'm awful with any kind of posting schedule! Remember, this fic has flashbacks, which appear in italics, and the flashbacks aren’t in chronological order of their happenings. Everything that’s typed in normal font, though, is present day and chronological. I really hope you guys enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged! :)
Summary: Expecting the worst, you face the team. While they're in awe, you've never felt more removed from any group of people. That is, until Bruce speaks to you.
Warnings: Angst and sadness, mentions of suicide, language
Other Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson
Word Count: 1,105
Read Part 5 here
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“I’ve fought aliens, and this is absolutely the weirdest fucking batshit thing I’ve ever heard,” Tony says, looking like his brain hurts as he tries to process information from your story.
“It is what it is,” you say with a bitter tone, your legs crossed as you sit at an interrogation table. “But were the handcuffs necessary?”
“Given that you ninja’d out on Steve, it was a good precaution,” the man from before, Sam, says.
“He had it coming,” you mutter. “But what does it matter? You’re just gonna run tests on me and find a way to use me. I avoided it for 150 years, so I guess this was inevitable. I guess it’s better than being accused of witchcraft, but still.”
“You don’t want to get to the root of this at all?” Bruce asks.
“I did at one point. But I have read every medical textbook, studied every possible field of medicine I could, read notes, theories, experiments, and absolutely nothing has given me an answer for what is going on. I just have to continue playing this sucky hand I’ve been dealt.”
“Do you know how much history you’ve seen? Lived through?” Clint asks.
“Do you know how much loss I’ve experienced? Fear? Discrimination? Sexism? I’d much rather be dead. I was always just too much of a coward to try anything.”
They all avoid your gaze except for Bruce, whose eyes soften with empathy.
“Can we have a minute?” he announces, never breaking eye contact for a second.
Everyone slowly moves out of the room, and when the door shuts, he unlocks your handcuffs.
“I know how you feel,” he starts softly as he sits down next to me. “With the Other Guy, he keeps me safe. Nothing can hurt me. But I always think that it’d be nice to just get slightly irked without worrying I’ll get big and green. I know it’s not the same thing as your case, but it feels like a curse more than a blessing, doesn’t it? Having this, unique, thing completely throw you for a loop.”
“Yes,” you say, feeling emotion enter your nostrils. “At first it was nice. Everyone thought that I had good genes, and even though I was considered old and spinster-y because of my age, my appearance helped prolonging my marriage opportunities. But it was only good for a little bit.”
You pause and look at your hands, looking at the faint blue and purple veins under the soft flesh.
“Small communities love to talk, and everyone knows each other’s business. They were suspicious of me. There was actually a rumor that I was possessed—almost like a Dorian Gray, deal-with-the-devil kind of rumor. Too many people were starting to question me, so I faked my death and watched the agony that my family suffered. That’s when I started to hate this. And then I slowly watched my family die. They were my world. After that I swore I’d never get too close to people, that I’d keep moving, because that way, I’d never really lose anyone. But Bucky, he . . .” You stop yourself before you can break down.
“I know you have said that you’ve looked into this—.”
“Bruce, I can’t,” you tell him. “I told Steve the same thing. No one and nothing can help me.”
“I know you feel like a lost cause, but—.”
“Please,” he asks softly. “Hear me out.”
You nod, something about his gentle tone and sincerity striking a chord in you.
“Have you heard of Wakanda?”
“The small agricultural country?”
He smiles and breathes a chuckle through his nose. “So you don’t know everything.”
You urge him to go on with your eyes.
“They’re quite advanced. They’re actually the most advanced country in the world. They put on a facade for the world so they are left alone. Wakanda has amazing technology and even more amazing scientists. I’d say there is a good chance that they can help you get to the bottom of this—start a normal life.”
“And if they can’t?”
“You can say that you tried. And even if they can’t figure it out now, they might in the future, and you’ll have the proper connections in place where they can help you when the time comes.”
You remain silent, unsure of how you should respond. He's trying to do the same thing Steve was, but this feels different, somehow.
“I know Steve told you Bucky was still alive,” he continues apprehensively. “And I don’t want to overstep, but he’s there in Wakanda. He’s getting the best help in the world.”
You look at him searching for more.
“It’s kind of a long story, but you’ve heard of Hydra, right?” You nod, vaguely remembering the name of the Nazi science division. “They were the ones that found Bucky after the fall. They took him and did terrible things. We were able to find him while tracking down Hydra bases, and our friends in Wakanda are trying to undo some of Hydra’s damage.”
“James is okay?” you ask, your voice so small and quiet it could be mistaken as you talking with yourself.
“For the most part, he’s alright. But seeing you, that might make it better. Patients with raised spirits . . . sometimes the good mood improves progress and outlook. And the scientists there could help you. I’m not saying you have to do it, but at least consider it? See what they’re doing for Bucky. Even if you don’t want their help, you should go and see him. I think it would do you both good.”
“Steve’s right, though,” you say, a silent tear rolling down your cheek. “Whatever is between Bucky and I can’t last. He’ll be crushed. I can’t hurt him like that. He’s better off thinking I’m dead.”
“Is he, though?” Bruce says, giving you a poignant look.
“Bruce,” you say, your voice cracking. “If I loose him again, I . . . Bruce, I don’t think I could survive that pain.”
He puts a sympathetic hand on your knee. “Promise me that you’ll at least think about it. There’s a jet leaving for Wakanda in a few days. You’re more than welcome to hop on to see him or to talk to the scientists. Hell, you can even come if you want to do some sight seeing.”
Bruce moves his hand to your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Just know, (Y/N), that you’re apart of this team now. We’re always here for one another, and we’ll never let you go through anything alone.”
He lets his hand linger on your shoulder before slowly removing it and walking out of the room, leaving you with your thoughts.
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hford0311 · 2 months ago
My Dearest Bucky (Pt. 2)
You were going through the letters that Bucky had sent you over he last two years. Two years. It has now been four years that you have been dating. Your eyebrows furrowed at the last date of the last letter. It has been about two months. Usually, he was good at sending his letters every two weeks or once a month, depending on how much they were moving in Europe. It made you slightly concerned, but you were sure it was just because he hadn't had the proper time to write to you yet. You sighed and looked at the photo the pair of you made sure to get before he left. You traced you finger over the edges. "Why couldn't this stupid war end sooner, my love?" You questioned hopelessly. You started writing your next letter to Bucky, even though you never received one back from the last one you sent.
My Dearest Bucky,
I hope you are still doing well. I am still counting the days that you have been away from me now and waiting for the days that you will come back to me will become shorter and shorter. Home life have become quieter. No one really wants about the people that left when the war started. Everyone listens to the radio minute by minute in silence. All hoping that the goods news will come on. It never does. We just simply count our few good blessings anymore. We've known so many people that have become MIA or come home in caskets. We say our prayers daily and nightly hoping it all ends.
You stopped your writing, hating how you could only about the depressing news from home. Bucky probably already sees and hears enough bad news while he is overseas. You ripped the letter and put it in the trash. Good news, give him good news. You told yourself.
"Y/n!" Your mothered called, causing you to run from your bedroom down to the entry way of the townhouse where your mother was with the daily mail in her hands. Mail. It could be your dose of serotonin. "There's nothing from James, but there is something from his mother." Your mother handed you the envelope. You were confused by this, she never really reached out to you before you. "It could be good news." Your mother attempted to lighten your spirit. You nodded and walked back up to your room, examining the exterior of the envelope as if it would explode at any moment. As soon as you sat at your desk, you ripped open the letter. As soon as you read the content of the letter, you wish you had never opened the letter.
The letter told you that the United States Army had informed Mrs. Barnes that James was declared deceased. You sobbed. All of the prayers you prayed each night, all of the daydreams you wanted to happen so badly when Bucky came back.  You were in denial. You swore that he was just missing, since the army couldn't find his body anywhere. Just missing. MIA. You kept repeating in your head. You could still hear him tell you about the life the pair of you would have.
To try to help clear your mind, you went on a walk. Only to end up at Bucky's apartment building. Knowing where the spare key was, you let yourself in. "We were going stay more nights together, Bucky." You spoke into the empty apartment. The tip of your fingers gently stroked his blankets. You sighed and move onto his dresser. You opened the second drawer, knowing it was the one where he kept all his shirts. You were about to grab one of them when you saw a small box. You delicately picked it up and opened it. A simple silver ring with a square diamond setting. "Oh, Bucky," you cried. You quickly shut the box and placed it back in its spot. You quickly retreated from the apartment, locking the door behind you and hiding the key again.
There it was. The surprise you wanted those years ago. He was going to propose to you when he came back home. It was always a mystery weather he was going to or not. But now that you officially saw it, you did not know if it helped or not. You thought about turning around and grabbing the ring, but you never did. Because, what if he did return?
You attended James's bodiless funeral. Everything still did not feel real to you. Bucky will come home. Everything will pan out the way that you want it to, you kept thinking. But when you stared at the gravestone while everyone left, reality crushed your soul. "I-I don't know what to do now what to do w-with m-my life now." You stuttered and sobbed out the words at the grave that did not have a casket or a body buried underneath of it. "Y-you were m-my e-everything, Bucky." You continued, and you went got on your knees. The words on the stone did not change when you pinched yourself or when you blinked and wiped the tears away from your eyes. That gravestone was the image that you never thought you would see in your life. Let alone when you were only twenty-two years old. You thought with the war seeming to come to a close, you thought the two of you would end up being married soon and making a life together. You pictured it. All the details of the wedding. The beginning being not the best but end up having the goals you both wanted. Now, everything was shattered like someone threw a brick at a mirror. It was destroyed, and there was nothing possible to ever fix it to the original glory that it had.
"I will always love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You wiped the final tears you had and walked away from the cemetery, but it would not be the last time that you walk in or out of that cemetery. This time was just the first of several trips to that cemetery and Bucky's gravestone.
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hford0311 · 2 months ago
My Dearest Bucky (PT 1)
"James!" You screeched as Bucky propped you over his shoulder as he walked down the outside hallway of his apartment building. He chuckled at your struggle against the position and gripped the back of his shirt. "You'll be put down soon enough." He said as you huffed in defeat. You noticed the fog was starting to roll in this sunny Saturday afternoon.
Bucky shifted you a little as he managed to grab his keys and unlock the door. When he walked in, he slowly slid you down from his shoulder to a standing position and passionately kissed you. His hands on your cheeks made you melt. "You make me the luckiest man in the world, Y/n." Bucky smiled down at you. You giggled and blushed. "Then, I must be the luckiest woman in the world because of you, James Buchanan Barnes." Oh, how the pair of you loved each other deeply.
"I have a surprise for you." He happily mentioned and guided you towards the bedroom. Your mind ran with ideas, but two of them struck you the hardest. "Sit here and cover your eyes," he instructed, pointing to the side of the bed. New thoughts rolled in your head just like the fog. "James, you know how I-" "Oh, no. I know. Nothing like that, I promise. Now, sit." Bucky gently encouraged you.
The topic of actions only to happen after marriage had came up before. You had uneasy thoughts about it. He respected as such, but you were still cautious when he gave you instructions in his bedroom. But you obeyed, sat quietly and covered your eyes with your hands. You heard him shuffling around. What ever is he doing? You kept asking yourself. You hoped to open your eyes to see a certain piece of jewelry, but you kept an opened mind. You heard his footsteps stop in front of you. "Can I open them?" You inquired. "Yes, my dear." He calmly responded. You slowly lowered your hands and opened your eyes.
Rather than seeing him on one knee. You saw him standing. In an army uniform. "Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes," he gleamed with pride. You weakly smiled up at him, feeling the tears threatening to emerge. Bucky's smile faded and he sat next to you. "What's wrong? I hate it when you look at me like that, doll face." His voice was full of concern. You couldn't speak. You just hid your face in his shoulder, starting to shed the tears in the new uniform. The uniform, in your mind, made him a hero and the same one that he would die in overseas.
Your boyfriend was surprised by your reaction. It was discussed several times about joining the service between the two of you. He didn't understand the tears. However, Bucky hushed you and stroked your back. "I promise-" You pulled away from his grasp, "Don't," you whispered, cutting him off, "don't make promises you can't keep, Buck." He gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead. "I should leave," you said with a shaky sigh, attempting to stop the tears. "What? No. Stay with me, Y/n, I'm leaving for training next week. Please stay," he begged. You paused a moment from getting ready to leave. The both of you were defeated. You took a deep breath and rested your forehead on his. "You know my parents won't approve, Bucky," you stated. Your parents were highly cautious of your dating life. "Just this one time," he gently spoke and softly kissed your lips and cheek. You felt your face heat up. You felt yourself giving into himself. Giving into his kisses. "I love you, James Buchanan. Let me tell my parents and grab a few things." Suddenly, when the words changed your mood from dreading the idea of him being gone; now, you simply wanted to stay and just be held by him. "I'll walk with you there." His grinned shinned.
You woke in Bucky's warmth. You never remembered anything so welcoming or be anywhere else in the world. You didn't want Bucky to go anywhere where. The pair of you just to stay in that bed. "Good morning, doll," Bucky's voice slightly groggy as he wrapped his arms around you. You lightly laughed, still slightly tired yourself. "When I come back, we should do this more often." He spoke. You nodded and snuggled closer to him. You daydreamed about the future you two would share when Bucky would come back from the war. "We really should."
* has been a while! Hello, everyone! You can thank (or don’t) The Falcon and the Winter Soldier for this inspiration. Let me know what you guys think of this and if I should continue the series or not. Thank you!
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peterman-spideyparker · 2 months ago
Eternally (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 5/?
Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Since I’m frustrated with revising an essay, I thought I’d pop over and post! I know the gif is with Nat, but it’s like perfect so . . . Remember, this fic has flashbacks, which appear in italics, and the flashbacks aren’t in chronological order of their happenings. Everything that’s typed in normal font, though, is present day and chronological. I really hope you guys enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged! :)
Summary: You find out a truth that Steve neglected to tell you, and you confront him in your rage.
Warnings: Angst and pain, sparring
Other Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor
Word Count: 905
Read part 4 here
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“The test results came back inconclusive,” you tell Bruce as I walk into the lab, flipping through the PDF on the tablet. “So I’m thinking that we—.”
You look up and find Steve next to Bruce, their conversation halted by your appearance. Steve shoots you a steely glance before muttering what you can only assume was a goodbye to Bruce before striding out of the room.
“People usually have to be here for a week at least before they piss Steve off so badly,” Tony says, addressing the elephant in the room. “What did you do in the span of a day and a half?”
“It’s personal. Between me and him,” you say curtly. “And because of that, I’d prefer not to talk about it.”
“Did you two meet like months ago and have a one night stand and never call each other?” Tony continues. “I wouldn’t take Steve to be the promiscuous type, but—.”
“No,” you say, giving him a decisive look so he knows that he is sniffing down the wrong trail.
“Well, whatever it is, he’ll probably be fine in a few days anyways,” Dr. Banner says, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Steve always seems to be in a better mood after he visits Wakanda to check on the progress they’re making with Barnes.”
Your head snaps in his direction, your heart skipping a beat and your stomach lurching.
“Did you just say Barnes?” you ask, your cheeks burning hot and the stinging sensation of tears threatening your eyes. “James Buchanan Barnes? Brown hair, 5”11’, blue eyes?”
“Yeah,” Bruce nods slowly, looking quizzically between you and Tony. “You okay?”
His question doesn’t process in your brain. How could Bucky be alive? Steve went down in a plane and froze—that’s how he’s still here. But Bucky fell off a train. People saw him fall off the train. He died in the snowy cliffs, scared and alone. They buried an empty casket. You mourned him for years.
“Oh God,” you stutter. “H-How? He died. He . . . No . . .”
“(Y/N), you look like you’re gonna pass out,” Bruce says, very concerned. “Tony, get her some water. Maybe you should sit—.”
“No,” you say, dropping the tablet, moving out of the lab at a record pace. “I have to go.”
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” you seethe, confronting Steve in the spacious gym. “Why didn’t you tell me Bucky was alive?”
“You didn’t give me the chance,” he says, moving away from the punching bag.
“No, no, you had the chance to tell me. You were just toying with me, choosing your words carefully so you could use my memory—my love—for him to get me to do something I didn’t want, something that I have avoided for a very long time. I never imagined the Steve I knew would ever do something so low.”
“I’m not that skinny little kid anymore,” he says, his voice low and his eyes narrow. “I thought you knew at least that much.”
“And I thought you knew I valued honesty above all else. If you told me the truth, I would have trusted you and considered your offer if you were just straightforward with me from the beginning.”
“That’s rich, coming from someone who has lied their entire life.”
His words make you snap and you lunge toward him. He does what he can to block you, but he does not anticipate your combat knowledge. You effortlessly dodge his block and catch technique and use the momentum from your evasion to move up and scissor around his neck, bringing him down to the mat with a thud. You quickly reposition yourself so he cannot get up or move you off of him.
“I never lied to you—to either of you—back then,” you tell him as you hold him down.
“Well, you sure as hell didn’t tell us the truth,” he grunts, somehow sweeping your leg so he can try to overpower you on the mat.
“I did tell the truth,” you say through gritted teeth as he holds your wrists above your head on the mat while the rest of the team rushes to see the cause of the commotion. “I told Bucky what he needed to know so he wouldn’t get hurt.”
“How unhurt would he have been when you eventually decided to leave, huh? It would have shattered him.”
You desperately try to move him off of me so you can fight him, rage clouding your judgement and tears clouding your vision. Before you can do anything, however, a pair of strong arms lifts you out from under Steve and holds you back from fighting. It’s no need though. Instead of holding to restrain your bodyweight, the arms support you as you sob heavily in their arms. You don’t even know what you could even counter to Steve’s point. You know he’s right. He knows he’s right.
“What the hell is going on here?” an Australian-sounding voice says directly behind you.
“Why don’t you ask (Y/N), here,” Steve says, getting up with the help of a man you have yet to meet. “Since she values truth.”
“Melissa, what the hell is happening here?” Tony asks looking between the two of you.
Everything you worked so hard to build and protect, you’ve undone in a matter of seconds.
And you’re terrified of what comes next.
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earlgreydream · 2 months ago
the garden.
| 1940s!bucky barnes x reader | fluff | mild angst |
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You walked home from work, seeing your new neighbor, Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall of his house. His arrogant smirk appeared as you walked up the path to your door, scrunching your nose at the sight of him. 
James Buchanan Barnes was irritating. The first day he’d moved in, he and his friends were loud until the early hours of the morning, drunkenly shouting along with his record player. Then, his drunk friends had walked through your garden, trampling half of your flowers and some vegetables. And he was always outside with his stupid smirk, thinking his pretty face was enough to win you over. 
Bucky was also gorgeous, and the worst part was, he knew it. You’d seen him in town flirting with girls in the market, and everywhere he went. Even your friends all fought for his attention. When they’d come over, you’d sit outside on your porch and they would all wave to him and giggle. He greeted them, chattering with the blushing and giggling girls who fell at his feet. You always rolled your eyes and ignored him, unamused.
Bucky was fascinated by you, the only girl to never fall for his charm. He was charismatic and had every girl at his fingertips that he had ever wanted. He knew that the two of you had gotten off on the wrong foot, and you despised his smoking habit. However, he had made it his goal to win you back over, but you had proven to be stubborn. You were a challenge, and Bucky was determined.
“Hey doll.” He greeted you as you stepped up onto your porch.
“It’s Y/N.” You scowled at him, and he said your name, winking at you.
He checked you out, admiring you in your high waisted pants and button down. You shook your head at him, going inside your house, closing the door. You put your grocery bag down and started to make dinner, when you saw Bucky on your porch. You groaned and opened your window, looking at him.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“My stove is out of gas. Could you put me up for dinner?” He gave you a boyish grin, rocking on his heels.
“Why would I do that?”
“To be neighborly,” he suggested.
“C’mon. Because I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow?” Bucky tried again.
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Y/N, the stores are closed, it’s late.”
“Fine. Get in here.” You gave in, shaking your head and shutting the window. He waltzed through the front door, looking too pleased with himself.
“Plus, I brought a gift!” He held up a bottle of rosé.
“So you can get drunk and ruin my flowers again?”
“I apologized for that. Please forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven.” You said, not convincing him or yourself. 
“Where’re your glasses?” He asked, and you pulled a cabinet open, stirring your pot of pasta. He pulled down two glasses and filled them.
“Maybe I don’t drink.”
“You do, this is your favorite wine. I’ve seen you drinking it on the porch swing at least twice.” Bucky called you out.
“Oh, so you stalk me?” You accused. 
“No, you just sit outside all the time.” 
He lifted the glass to his lips, smiling behind the rim. You drank from your own, needing it in order to deal with him. You noticed his dog tags, resting against his skin with the top few buttons of his shirt undone. He caught you staring, but he held eye contact, wanting to make you blush. 
“You fight in the war?” You asked, and he shook his head.
“I will. I haven’t been deployed yet. Me and my friend Steve recruit here, but we’ll go with the next team.”
“Where will you go?”
“Germany, maybe. Or Poland.” 
You hummed, thinking that Bucky didn’t seem like the military type. You supposed it was his duty though, and he didn’t want to be labeled as a draft dodger. You strained the noodles and mixed them with the sauce, serving him a plate. Bucky thanked you, taking a seat at your tablecloth. 
“Hey, get down, Pepper.” You scolded your cat that jumped onto his lap. You apologized and he smiled, petting her head.
“She has no manners. Push her off,” 
“She’s fine. I don’t mind.” He smiled, and your cat jumped onto the floor, prowling for dropped food. You ate quietly, ignoring his silver gaze. 
“How long have you lived here?” He made conversation.
“Since I left my parents’ house when I was sixteen,” 
“That’s awful young. Why?”
You didn’t answer, pouring yourself another glass of wine, and he tilted his glass for more. You emptied the rest of the bottle into his glass, earning a thank-you. 
“You don’t have to buy me dinner.”
“I’m absolutely buying you dinner. We’ll go out, to Brooklyn.” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes. 
“Is there any way to get out of it?” You asked.
“I’m afraid not.” 
“You’re an amazing cook.” Bucky complimented, standing and taking your empty plates before you could.
“Thanks. I got that-”
“No, you cooked. I’ll do the dishes.” He turned on your sink and began to wash everything, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You watched him, biting back a small smile. 
“I’ll just be getting out of your hair. Have a goodnight, doll.” 
You rolled your eyes, closing the door after him. You picked up your cat and held her, watching him walk across the lawn. He waved at you when he saw you watching through the window, and you shut the curtains.
You came home the next day, tired and annoyed from work. You were in a bad mood, and you just wanted to relax.
“James?” You stopped when you saw him kneeling in your yard.
“Y/N, you’re home.”
“Why the hell are you in my yard?!” You demanded, opening the gate. 
“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. I was replanting your flowers.” He said, kneeling in your garden. 
Your eyebrows shot up as you saw the rows of freshly planted daffodils, and you walked over to him slowly. 
“Thank you.” You were impressed, and he leaned back on his heels. 
“I’m... I can’t take you out like this. Let me change, then we can go for our dinner?” He smiled down at himself, dirt and grass staining his pants.
You nodded, hiding your smile behind your hand, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You shook your head, watching him go toward his house. You went inside and quickly changed your own clothes, into wide white pants and a yellow button down. You fixed your makeup, and went to meet him on the porch. You bit your lip, smiling as you opened the door to find him standing with a bouquet of daisies.  
“Bucky...” You couldn’t keep the grin off your face.
“I thought you’d like them. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“It’s working.” You whispered before putting the flowers in a vase. You walked to his car with him, and he opened the door for you, being so charming.
Bucky lived to see your smile. When he finally earned it with the flowers, warmth erupted in his chest and spread through him. He had truly felt bad about your garden and spent the whole afternoon replanting it for you. He drove you into the city, music playing softly on the radio.
“Where are we going?”
“New York pizza, Y/N,” Bucky looked proud of himself.
“That sounds amazing.” You confessed, your stomach growling. You’d missed lunch at work, and you were starving. 
“Pizza is my favorite.” 
“Mine too!” Bucky announced, and you giggled at that. He turned and smiled at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than it usually did. 
You arrived at the pizza place, following Bucky inside. He put his hand on your lower back, and you felt the butterflies again. 
“What would you like?” 
“Margherita pizza. I’m a classic girl.”
“Perfect.” He ordered for the two of you, leaning against the bartop while you waited.
“We’ll take it to go.”
“We’re not eating here?” You asked, confused, and he shook his head. 
“Got a better idea.” Bucky winked at you, taking the pizza box once it was done. 
“Can you take this for a second, doll?” He asked, handing it to you as we stood outside. You took it from him, and he leaned into his car, pulling out a blanket before taking the pizza. He nodded for you to follow, and you walked a few blocks down to a park, where he spread the blanket. You were beaming as you sat down beside him, the glow of the street lights and the stars making him look impossibly more attractive. 
“You’ve outdone yourself.” You smiled, biting into a slice of pizza. He looked pleased, and the two of you found yourselves talking until the streets were silent. You were sitting in front of him, when he leaned forward, kissing you. You kissed him back, threading your fingers into his dark hair, letting him move you onto his lap. His tongue pushed past your lips, your mouths moving in sync. 
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Bucky asked, surprising you. You were blushing furiously, and you almost said no, but the feeling his words gave you, made your heart race.
“Yes, James.” You pecked his lips and he grinned into the kiss.
That was how you and Bucky ended up spending most of your time together. He helped you tend to your garden, and you taught him about the plants. You were a botanist with a green thumb, and he was in awe of your tender care of your plants. Every night in the following weeks was spent with the two of you gently rocking on your porch swing, drinking coffee, listening to records, or making out. Either that, or you were listening to him read on the couch or in your bed. 
You and Bucky had been together for almost two months, when he came home late from work one evening when it was nearing October. You were waiting on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, watching for his car to roll in. 
“James!” You called, and he walked up to you. 
“Hey, doll.” He leaned down and kissed you sweetly. You looked up at him, and your gaze meeting with sad eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Worry filled you, and he sat down next to you. 
“I’m getting deployed. We leave in two weeks.” He breathed, and your heart fell into pieces. 
“I’ll wait for you.” You said finally.
“Y/N, you could be waiting for years, or I may not make it back.”
“Don’t say that!” You cried. 
“It’s the truth--” 
Tears started rolling down your cheeks, and you shook your head. You climbed onto his lap and clung to him, gripping his shirt and crying into his shoulder. He rubbed your back and held you on the porch. 
“I want to get married, before you go.” You said, and he turned your face to look at him.
“Doll, you can’t mean that.”
“No, I do. Marry me. Marry me and promise you’ll come back for me.” You touched his face, and he brushed tears from your cheeks. 
“I will marry you, and I will fight every single day to come home to you. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you.”
For months, you and your cat waited on your porch, the cool metal dog tags resting against your sternum. A box of his letters sat on your bedside table, telling you how much he missed you, and loved you, and he wanted to come home to his beautiful wife. All of your friends thought you were mad for marrying a man you’d only dated a few months, the week before he went off to war. A star hung in your window, and every day was spent waiting. Your garden flourished, pumpkins growing as autumn approached. The nights you spent outside began to grow colder, and you waited.
When you saw him, it was like fireworks exploded inside of you. He was tired, he looked wartorn, and he was definitely more muscular. You screamed, tossing your blanket off of you, and running. You jumped over the fence, making him laugh. You threw your arms around him, and he caught you as you jumped into his arms. He held you tightly and spun you around, planting a deep kiss to your lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” 
You were crying as Bucky held you, overwhelmed with joy to see him. You didn’t sleep that night, or the next few. 
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earlgreydream · 2 months ago
| 1940s!bucky x reader | angst |
warnings: mentions of blood, violence, war, etc... general angst 
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Your feet smacked the pavement as you ran. Your muscles felt like they were burning in fire, but you kept going, terrified. Bombs crashed all around you, buildings crumbled, and the ground shook as if it were going to open up and swallow you. You almost wished it would. 
Gunshots popped and bullets whizzed past your ears. You made it to a rocky staircase, and you tried to run down when you tripped. You tumbled down the stone stairs, smacking against the ground, blood rising to the surface of your hands and knees. You swore, and before you could stand up again, the soldiers surrounded you. 
You screamed as your ankles were grabbed, and you were flipped onto your back. 
“Stop! it’s a woman!” A soldier called as your cloak was ripped from your body. You were hyperventilating, panic seizing you as you stared up at the American soldiers. The dagger sheathed in your belt was confiscated, and the men stared down at you. 
“Please!” you begged for mercy, your accent thickening in your desperation. 
“Sergeant Barnes?” The soldiers looked to their leader, the man who had yelled for them to stop attacking you. 
“We are not going to kill her!” He sounded angry.
“What if she’s a spy?”
“I’m not, I swear. My home was bombed, I was running in fear!” You cried, pleading with him for mercy. 
“We cannot leave her in the streets-”
“Of course not.” The Sergeant spoke to his soldier, wearing a uniform different than the others. You winced at a sharp pain in your side, and you looked down to see blood soaking through your dress. You began to feel lightheaded, but you were terrified to black out and be left at the mercy of the likely sex-deprived soldiers that were invading your country.
Your eyes grew heavy and you moaned in pain, gripping the wound on your side from hitting a rock in your fall down the stairs. 
“We need to get her to the medbay, come on!” 
The words echoed in your head as you were lifted by the leader, carried in his arms. You wanted to struggle and try to make a run for it, but you were far too weak and you had nowhere to go. 
“You’re safe, doll, I’m going to protect you.”
Your head dropped as you slipped into unconsciousness, limp in his arms.
Bucky stood over your unconscious body as the best medic treated your wounds. She wrapped your hands and stitched the gash on your side, and Bucky winced as he watched. 
“Will she be alright?” he asked the medic anxiously.
“Yes, she’ll be fine. I think she’s asleep from the shock.” The medic nodded, and he breathed a sigh of relief. 
She wrapped the wound on your side and left Bucky with some morphine to give you when you needed it, instructing him to monitor you. 
“Do you think she’s a spy, or a soldier?”
“No, there’s nothing that would suggest that. I think she really was just a victim-- collateral damage.” 
Bucky was alone with you, then. He sat beside his bed that you were currently sleeping on, in his private chambers, away from the men who wouldn’t be able to keep their hands to themselves with a pretty young girl unconscious. 
Your eyes opened slowly, and you looked around, disoriented. You tried to sit up, but weakly sank back against the pillows. You noticed him sitting beside you, and you looked down. You were now wearing loose pants, and an oversized t shirt-- an army green, from a soldier. 
“Did you-?!” You cried in horror. 
“No, no. The medic cleaned your wounds and changed you. She said you’re going to be fine!” Bucky assured you quickly, and you relaxed a bit. 
“Are you going to kill me? Or keep me as a prisoner of war?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. 
“No. You’re not a captive, or a war criminal.” He shook his head. He handed you a glass of water, and a piece of buttered bread and some blackberries. You accepted them with a quiet thanks, and he sat back, giving you space.
“What’s your name?”
A small smile pulled at his lips, and you gazed down at your lap.
“I’m James Buchanan Barnes.” 
You spent two weeks recovering in his quarters, while he slept on a cot, guarding you and making sure you slept and had plenty to eat and drink. He’d opened up to you in that time, telling you about growing up in Brooklyn, New York. He had been drafted into the war, not really wanting to go overseas and kill people, and hurt innocents in the process-- innocents like you. Bucky was consumed with guilt, and was growing fond of you. 
He wished that he could just leave, go back to America and take you with him.  He had learned that you weren’t any kind of enemy like others suspected. You were orphaned by the war, by your own people. Almost everyone you knew and loved had been lost in the bloodbath, and now you were alone, struggling for survival in what felt like an apocalypse. 
Bucky convinced you to get some fresh air, and go outside. You’d stayed hidden under his protection, feeling safer with him than you had in years, since the war started. 
“It will be fine.” 
You took a walk with him, holding his hand as you walked through the soft grass. You giggled as he picked a daisy, handing it to you with a smile. 
“Are you trying to impress me?” You asked, blushing as you looked into sweet grey eyes.
“Is it working?” He grinned boyishly at you, and you saw a glimpse of the real James, not the soldier. He leaned down and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. 
“I love you, Y/N” He smiled at the bright spot in the misery, the girl he began to wake up for. His gaze was filled with adoration as he looked at you, a rescue from the streets of a war-torn village.
“You’re not bringing that nazi bitch with us!” A soldier shouted, and Bucky was at his throat immediately. 
“Don’t ever speak about her that way!” Bucky yelled, pinning him to the wall by the throat, a gun pressed against his chest. 
“Stop!” You cried, trying to pull Bucky off, not wanting him to murder the soldier in front of you, and all his troops. 
“Sergeant Barnes, you cannot seriously think of bringing Y/N to the Danish border with us.” Steve, Bucky’s loyal friend asked, giving you a pathetic look.
“Shut up, of course she’s coming with us!” Bucky wrapped an arm around you, trying to calm your shaking.
“Sergeant, she’s a nazi.”
“She’s NOT!” Bucky fired off a shot, and you winced against him. The bullet sank into the wall, but you were sobbing with fear, memories of being shot at flooding your mind and taking over your ability to think. 
“Ever since she came, you’re not the leader you were. You’re not thinking clearly!” Steve argued with him as if you weren’t there. 
You already knew what everybody thought of you. There was no hiding it. To the Americans, you were just a nazi whore that Bucky kept around for sex, and nothing more. They didn’t know the way he kissed you, the way your eyes sparkled with joy at even the slightest bit of attention from him. When you had nightmares, Bucky read to you from one of his books, or sang a song softly from Ella Fitzgerald. 
There was no one else. Every day, every night, all Bucky could think about was you. Leaving the war, taking you back to America, and building a life with you. He thought of a brownstone in Brooklyn, buying you dresses and making a family with you. He wanted to spin you around and dance with you to records in your living room, and take you on dates to a drive-in-movie. He wanted you to be the last thing he saw at night and the first thing in the morning. He was in love with you. And you were in love with him.
But you couldn’t escape the slurs and hate of his colleagues, and dearest friends. You knew it would be nothing like what you would receive in Brooklyn, your accent and broken English giving you away. It would make Bucky an outcast too-- a former soldier who left the war for an enemy girl. He would be a disgrace. 
You knew you could receive asylum in Denmark, a country not plagued by the war like elsewhere. You’d be a refugee, but you could join their society safely, and build a real life there. You traveled with the soldiers, transported there safely. 
You laid in bed with Bucky, kissing him sweetly. He ran his fingers through your hair, your head on his chest. He talked about New York pizza, and you smiled, tracing shapes on his skin with your fingertips. His voice sounded so happy when he talked about a future with you, you felt like your heart was going to shatter. 
“I love you, James.” 
“I love you more than the stars, Y/N.”
You pretended to sleep, but fear and nausea kept you up all night. You didn’t stir as Bucky got up for an early meeting with an officer at the American Embassy in Denmark. 
As soon as he was gone, you were on your feet. You got dressed silently, slipping money and a knife into your clothes and pulling a coat on over it. Tears blinded you and made it more difficult, as well as struggling to be quiet in the dark so you didn’t catch the attention of Bucky’s soldiers. 
The sun had barely peaked above the horizon, the sky still mostly dark, and the world asleep. You broke into a run, escaping out the window in the back. You ran from the base, getting as far away as you could. Your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, pain shooting through your chest. 
Nightfall, you made it to a home for female refugees, women left alone by the war. You were dirty and exhausted, and barely able to breathe. You had sobbed the entire day as you traveled, making it nearly to Århus. 
“Welcome. You’re safe now.” A danish woman said, embracing you as you were taken inside the safehouse. You broke down in her arms, screams of heartache ripping through your chest.
“Y/N! I’m home, doll!” Bucky called, opening the door. His brow furrowed in confusion upon finding an empty room. He went to the bathroom, checking to see if you were in the shower. He couldn’t find you, and he walked through the halls. 
“Has anyone seen Y/N?” He asked every soldier desperately, all of them shaking their heads. 
He went back to his room, finding a note written inside of the book cover on his bedside, left open. 
I love you. more than the stars. I hope you understand.
He screamed your name, dropping down to his knees, his head falling into his hands as he rocked back and forth. Steve ran in, dropping down and wrapping his arms around Bucky as he fell apart. Sobs wracked his body, his dreams falling apart, his lover slipping through his fingers. He had just gotten news that he could be honorably discharged in three months, to start a family with you. He came home to tell you that you just had to stick it out a little longer. The flowers he brought were discarded and littered amongst the floorboards. 
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bluemoon1066 · 3 months ago
list of all my writing 
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Bucky Barnes x reader
My Hero - 1940s Bucky
Why Did This Have To Happen 
It Just Had To Be My Sister 
Loki x reader
Why Must You Always Lie
Peter x reader
Life of the Party 
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Davey x reader
I Love You 
Jack Kelly x reader 
What If Things Were Different   
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Tom Holland
2 Truths 1 Lie 
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