#BUCKY CANT STOP FONDING FOR SAM

[ifmywishescametrue]

i don't know if you're still taking prompts (so please ignore this if you aren't) but i cant stop thinking about your recent buckytony fic (and how much i love breaking up and making up as a trope) - so i was wondering if you'd be up for doing smth else w that trope for buckytony?? maybe they re-unite at a mutual friend's wedding?? and it brings up emotions about their almost wedding?? idk i just really love breaking up and making up as a trope and i really love your writing :))

thank you!! I'm very much up for doing another buckytony break up/make up, plus you deserve nice things for finishing law school - congrats on that!🎉🎉hope you like this one 😊

There's a ring on Bucky's finger.

It's the first thing Tony notices when he walks into the bar for Natasha and Sharon's joint bachelorette party. He stands there in the doorway, frozen and staring until someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and he mumbles an apology as he moves out of the way.

He thinks about turning around and not coming back, just ditching the event entirely and maybe even the wedding tomorrow, but he tosses the ridiculous thought the second it comes. He promised Sharon when she asked him to be her man of honor that he could handle Bucky being Nat's. Living on the other side of the country afforded him to miss the rest of the events and planning along the way, and he could deal with one day of being cordial to his ex, even if the day comes with walking down an aisle together.

But now there's a ring on Bucky's finger.

The silver catches the light, and it's on prominent display with his left hand wrapped around a beer bottle. It shouldn't be possible for him to have moved on that quickly. Eight months shouldn't be long enough to bury three years of memories. Three years of hopes and dreams and plans for a future built together. Years of love so blindingly intense that it burrowed into Tony's soul to make a home and refused to be evicted just because it was supposed to be over.

Tony wonders what the timeline is. Did he find someone new while Tony was still just beginning to pick up his own scattered pieces? A first date for him while Tony was barely getting out of bed. When was it that he replaced Tony as the last person to have his heart? And how did he find forever in someone else so soon after losing the one he used to call his soulmate?

Natasha notices him first, still hovering near the entrance, and she raises a single eyebrow that calls him a coward. He rolls his eyes at the accusation, though it's accurate. She elbows Sharon to catch her attention, and before he knows it the entire small group is turning their heads his way, giving him no choice but to join them.

It's less bachelorette party and more pre-wedding celebration with the crowd they've gathered, all mutual friends of both brides with no regards for gender traditions that usually come with this night. Tony used to fit in well with them all, back when gatherings like this were just a typical Friday night. But he made himself an outsider between the move to California and the breakup with Bucky. All he has now with most of them is a dead group chat that hasn't been used in months. He wonders which one of them made the new one without him in it.

Sharon is the first to pull him into a hug, then Natasha follows suit. He gets a nod from Sam, a wave from Clint, and what might pass as a smile from Steve. Bucky stares so intensely that Tony can feel his eyes with his back turned, but when Tony looks his way, he pretends to be interested in the floor.

He had a plan before the ring threw him off. Step one should have been the entrance. Head held high, shoulders square, perfect outfit that shows everything off and compliments the Malibu tan he has now. Step two should be nonchalance. A light hearted greeting to everyone, accompanied by an easy grin and relaxed body language, and catching up with subtle brags slipped in. Show them all that he's doing better than he ever was, sitting on top of the world these days, even if most of the time it feels like he's barely above rock bottom.

Step three in his ideal scenario involved Bucky breaking down and begging to get him back. Some versions even had him on his knees for it, with tears running down his face. Others required it to be raining outside, and the cloudless sky ruined that before the ring on Bucky's finger did.

With steps one and three out the window, he tries to salvage step two.

“Hey,” Tony starts, a little too loud. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries again, “Hey, Bucky. It's good to see you.”

Bucky nods, a strained, jerky motion. “Yeah, you too. How, uh, how have you been?”

“Good. Really good, actually. Company just had its highest sales quarter yet, so it’s been a little crazy around there, but good.”

“Good,” Bucky repeats, and there’s a long awkward pause.

“And what about you?” Tony asks, and then because he can’t help himself, he adds, “I see you got engaged. Or, hell, I guess it could be married, even.”

Bucky freezes with parted lips and wide eyes for the briefest of moments, like he wasn’t expecting Tony to know about it or bring it up, and his eyes shift to the ring on his hand and stay there.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Engaged. Last week.”

Tony ignores the ache in his chest and plasters on a smile like he’s happy for him. “Congratulations. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know him. Steve introduced us. They work together.”

“So he’s at the museum then? I thought you used to say that you hated all those stuffy guys and Steve was the only one worth knowing.”

Bucky smiles, a fond thing that widens the crack in Tony’s heart. “Yeah, well, I guess I was wrong. Felix is a great guy.”

Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid name that probably matches a stupid, punchable face.

Some masochist thing pulls at him to make him keep digging for more information, a twisted need to know even as each word pushes the knife in deeper. He aims for casual, leaning back against one of the high top tables as he asks, “So how long have you been together?”

“Just a couple of months. Kind of fast, I know, but when you’re sure about something, it doesn’t really matter, right? Why waste time waiting?”

“Right, of course,” Tony says, a little flatter than he intends. “So why isn’t he here tonight? Hope it wasn’t to spare my feelings, because it’s really not necessary.”

Bucky falters, “It’s not? You, uh, you’re dating someone, then?”

Tony nods, and he wishes he had grabbed a drink before this so he could hide behind it as he lies through his teeth. “Only a few weeks, though. A little too early to be a wedding date, but I’m sure your guy will be there tomorrow right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, definitely. Why wouldn’t he be, right? There’s no reason I can think of,” Bucky says, stumbling around it. “But tell me more about your thing. Your person. How’s that going?”

Tony shrugs, and he finally pulls off that easy smile he’s been trying for. “Well, it’s not get engaged in a couple of months good, but it’s been really great. We’re taking it slow. Trying not to rush anything and just get to know each other first. I think it could really be something, though.”

“That’s good,” Bucky mumbles. “You deserve something good.”

He isn’t meeting Tony’s eyes anymore, almost like he’s upset that Tony moved on, and the vindictive part of Tony wants to be happy about it, but another part wants to be angry because it isn’t fair. It’s not fair to act like Tony should stay stuck in time, forever longing for him when he already moved on with someone else first. It’s hypocritical and selfish, even if Tony is lying about there being anyone else.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a drink,” Tony says, pushing down every feeling. “Should catch up with everyone else, too, while I’m at it. I’ll talk to you later.”

He heads over to the bar and isn’t surprised when Sharon joins him a moment later, right after he orders a double shot of whiskey. She puts an arm around his shoulder and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tony laughs, running a hand through his hair. “My ex is engaged to somebody else and apparently doing really fucking well. Meanwhile, I’m making up fake boyfriends that I’m taking it slow with, because last week I went on my first real date in eight months and cried in the bathroom in the middle of it. And then, at the end of the night, he literally told me to my face that he didn’t think a second date was a good idea. We weren’t even talking about it, Sharon. He said it unprompted when we were still ten minutes from his apartment, and I was driving.”

Sharon nods slowly as she processes the rant. “He told you he got engaged?”

“Yeah, thanks for not telling me, by the way. It was really fun to get blindsided by it.”

She ignores the complaint to ask, “What else did he tell you, exactly?”

“Oh, just the whole line about how you know when you know, and Felix is such a great guy, and all that bullshit.”

“Felix,” Sharon repeats.

Tony knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another. “Please tell me he’s not better looking than me. Tell me it’s a downgrade. Don’t lie, because I know I have to meet him tomorrow, but please give me something that will make this better.”

“Well, I can guarantee he’s not as attractive as you. But he’s a little too perfect, you know? Like how could this guy possibly be real, he’s so unbelievably perfect,” Sharon says.

“I told you to make me feel better, not worse.”

Sharon shakes her head with a smile, the arm around him tightening into an approximation of hug. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I don’t think they’re going to last. He’s kind of flaky, too. Always cancelling at the last minute and all that. Bet he won’t even show tomorrow.”

The amusement on her face that she’s failing to hide confuses him. He’s starting to feel bad, though, for making the night about him when it should be about her and Nat.

Resolving not to dwell on it anymore, he squeezes the hand on his shoulder and says, “Alright, enough sad drinking, and definitely enough about me. We’re celebrating you and Nat and a lifetime of sickeningly wonderful happiness for both of you.”

Sharon grins, “Hell yeah, we are.”

“Shots?”

“Is that even a question?”

_____________

He wakes up with a headache and hazy memories. Shots of tequila that turned into shots of vodka when Nat got involved, then Clint’s terrible suggestion to try a shot of every liquor they had to offer. He vaguely remembers the round of toasts and drunken impromptu speeches from everyone, locking eyes with Bucky and failing to look away on both their parts. There’s a blur of wandering hands and heated, messy kisses. A bathroom stall turned into a cab ride which turned into his hotel room. He knows what he’ll find next to him when he opens his eyes, and guilt comes in full force.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky says, voice still rough with sleep. It used to be Tony’s favorite sound in the world. “And I know we’re both sorry about what happened, but pretending to be asleep isn’t fixing nothin’.”

Tony shifts over to his back, and if there was any question before about what happened between them, the all too familiar ache in his body would answer it. He stares up at the ceiling to avoid the acres of bare skin on display next to him.

“You should probably leave,” Tony says to the walls. “I’m sure your fiancé is wondering where you are.”

“I doubt it.”

Tony puts an arm over his eyes, partly to block out the light that makes them ache and partly to hide his face. “Just go, okay? It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again, and we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Was it a mistake?” Bucky asks. “It didn’t feel like one to me.”

He doesn’t answer, and it’s soft and broken when Bucky says his name. Too much for him to handle.

Tony pushes back the blankets and searches for Bucky’s clothes in the mess they’ve made. He finds the shirt first and throws it at him. “You’re engaged, which means it was a mistake.”

His boxers are on the back of the couch, jeans right in front of the door, and they join the pile on Bucky’s lap. “You promised the rest of your life to somebody else, and I’m pretty sure fidelity is supposed to go with that.”

He tosses a shoe in the general direction of the bed, and it hits the nightstand with a loud thud. The second shoe is still in his hand when Bucky gets up and walks over to him, taking it and letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes hold a level of intensity that Tony has spent months dreaming about, and Tony couldn’t look away or move from this spot even if he tried.

“Felix isn’t real,” Bucky says. “I made him up when you asked, because I didn’t want to tell you the truth that I haven’t moved on in the slightest. That I’m so pathetic that I’ve spent the last eight months wearing an engagement ring that I bought for a guy who doesn’t love me anymore because I don’t know how to let him go.”

Tony stops breathing. “What?”

Bucky slides the ring from his finger, holding it between them so Tony can see the inscription. Always yours. He can’t remember the last time he heard the words get spoken.

“When?” Tony asks hoarsely. “When did you get that and why didn’t you ever ask me?”

“About a year ago,” Bucky says, slipping it back on his own finger. He sits back on the edge of the bed and stares down at it, twisting it around. “I thought about doing it on your birthday, but Nat and Sharon had just gotten engaged the week before and I didn’t want to take anything away from them. You were working a lot of late nights after that, and I thought it would be better to wait until things slowed down. You were so tired all the time, and you deserved a better proposal than when you’re falling asleep in the middle of dinner. It never slowed down, though. And then you got that big promotion and somehow we fell apart instead. If I’m honest, I still don’t really know how. One minute I’m getting ready to come with you, and the next you’re telling me not to bother.”

Tony sits down next to him, shoulders touching, and he pulls Bucky’s left hand into his. “You didn’t really want to go.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says, but Tony shakes his head.

“All you talked about was how much you would miss New York. How much you’d miss your friends and your family and your job. Every day, everywhere we went. Even the fucking hot dog stands got sonnets about them. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out that you weren’t exactly looking forward to leaving.”

“I still would have gone for you,” Bucky argues. “I told you I would go anywhere with you, if it was what you wanted.”

“And then what? You move with me, and you’re miserable all the time, because my job never slows down so I’m still not around as much as you want, except now it’s compounded because you’re in a city that you hate with no one else that you know. You resent me for making you go, and the outcome is the same in the end either way.”

“Or I move with you, and I finally ask you to marry me like I’ve wanted to since almost the day we met. I find new friends and a new job, and even if it’s not perfect, it’s still worth it because at the end of the day I have a husband coming home to me.”

Tony runs his thumb over the ring and murmurs, “I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think I could do that for you anymore.”

Bucky cups his cheek, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but baby, you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Tony laughs.

“You’re my idiot, if that helps.”

Tony smiles, still fragile but growing more hopeful. “Am I?”

“Always have been,” Bucky says. “Always will be if you stop assuming I’m going to leave you all the time. Let me decide for myself what I’m willing to sacrifice for us.”

Tony nods slowly, then says, “I’m sorry for ending it like that.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to.”

Tony climbs into his lap, circling his arms around his neck, and Bucky pulls him in closer with his hands on Tony’s hips. The ring is strange to feel against his skin, but also completely right. He wants it to stay there and to mean what it was always supposed to. Wants one of his own to match.

“We can fix it, right? We can be us again?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, and Tony’s heart sinks for just a moment. “Is your boyfriend as real as my fiancé?”

Tony laughs again in relief, “Yeah, they’d be a good pair.”

“I knew you had to be lying. You’ve never taken it slow in your life,” Bucky grins.

“Do you want me to start now?”

Bucky flips them over in one fluid motion, and he kisses up his throat as he murmurs, “Absolutely not.”

#my writing #my fic #winteriron #buckytony #winteriron fic #prompt fill #ad1thi

[saryasy]

okay im SO SORRY but i cant stop thinking abt this beautiful line you wrote 😭 >> time loses all meaning when your husband’s body becomes a mosaic of bruises

Bucky trying to get some rest, Sam sitting on their bed beside him holding Bucky’s hand and oh so softly running his fingers thru Bucky’s hair. When he speaks its in a whisper.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“M’okay, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes well up with tears at the little smile Bucky tries to give him.

“You can say it hurts.” Sam’s voice cracks with pleading. Bucky’s always okay, whether it’s a bruised knee or broken rib, it’s always ‘I’m okay, Sam’ or ‘it’s nothing’ but it’s not nothing.

“Why’s your ‘okay’ been pain for so long? ‘S not right.” Sam’s tears spill over. He angrily wipes his eyes.

“Sam—” Bucky reaches out. Sam fusses over him, tucks the bed sheets under his hips. He can’t tear his eyes away from the blooms of red and purple on Bucky’s chest even after his vision blurs with more tears.

“I’m gonna make this better, Buck. I’m—we’ll figure out what’s going on with you, we’ll get you fixed up. Just hold on for me, baby, I’ll stop the pain, okay? Bucky, honey, I’ll make it better. I’ll—“

“Shh shh, Sammy.” Bucky cradles Sam’s cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “I’m okay—”

“You’re not!” Sam sobs.

Bucky hushes him and strokes his cheek with steadfast tenderness. He holds Sam’s face till Sam can catch his breath and they breathe together for a few moments, sharing the quiet.

“Hey, baby boy,” Bucky whispers with so much fondness it breaks Sam’s heart. He clutches Bucky’s hand and kisses his swollen knuckles. “You already make it better. I’m okay cause you’re here.” Bucky watches Sam and he’s smiling but his eyes get watery too. “Just stay here with me?” Bucky’s voice has a strain of desperation. “Stay, please.”

Sam lays down on the bed and curls around Bucky. He grips Bucky’s shoulders like he’s holding glass and kisses Bucky’s cheek.

“I’m never leavin’ my honey bear.” Sam chokes down his next sob to make his voice as steady as he can. “My Bucky bear.”

I didnt add Bucky stays quiet abt the pain until the implant starts hurting cause why the fucK

Oh...now I understand why everyone was yelling at me in the notes of that post....

because uh what the fuck indeed.

This is so heartbreaking, I have tears in my eyes. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME

Bucky would very much downplay the pain he is in. He doesn't want to worry Sam, he hates the expression of pure sadness and hopelessness on his face. It's just not right. Because Sam's smile can literally light up a room, and it's a tragedy every time he doesn't smile. From the day they got together Bucky made a promise to himself to never be the reason Sam's smile dims. But now he is, and it's killing him.

He knows Sam, he knows he wouldn't sit still and watch him waste away. He knows that Sam Wilson will walk to the end of the world if he has to, if it means there's a slight chance that Bucky might get better. It's just so.... Sam to go above and beyond for the people he loves, the people he cares about. It's one of the things that made Bucky fall in love with him in the first place. But now... he just wants his man, the love of his life, to stay by him. To tell him everything is gonna be okay even if it isn't. Because yes, the pain is unbearable, but not having Sam by his side will be the thing that kills him.

I need to go lie down

#NEVER apologize for gracing my inbox with your asks #painful as they might be #asks #sambucky #samothy-wilson #my writing

[ilvermourn]

headcanon that bucky's "holy shit i like/love sam" realisation isnt cute and adorable like we expect it to be, with soft domesticity. but rather the thought comes barging in unwanted unwarranted during a mission and it has him slightly distracted whilst theyre kicking ass, (sam on the other hand is having a great time bc for some reason he woke up on the right side of bed.) and maybe its exactly because of sam's smile this entire mission, or the fact that he was playing one of their favourite songs in the car this morning or maybe bc sam cant stop looking over at him with fondness, telling him "nice one buck!" and just being so in sync with him more than ever. but as soon as every bad guy is down or dead bucky just stares at sam as the younger man is in glee as if its his first time winning a fight. buck doesn't think before walking straight to him like a man on a mission. "what are yo- whats wrong?" is all sam can say before the other man is in his personal space with his hands firm against the back of his neck and waist, pausing only for a second to allow sam the chance to pull away if he wanted to (he doesnt) before pressing his lips against his.

#sam was happy bc he also realised how much he loved bucky the night before #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #sambucky #winterfalcon

[marvelandimagine]

Re: Chopping a stranger's leg off out out of vengeance something irreparable and brutal and permanent --- incomparable // i think you missed the whole point of the anon. at first, i was really fond of the scene and i thought what ayo did was right and i find the dora badass but hearing the perspective of someone who is actually part of the community and feels hurt by it, i don't wanna overlook that because i've never been in their position. but yeah i believe the fact that we claim that chopping a stranger's leg off out of vengeance is not comparable to disabling one's prosthesis is what they find upsetting. weapon or not, it's prosthesis. it's part of their body, and pretty much functions like any other leg. so why cant we all treat it like a normal leg? why should the act of taking a handicap's prosthesis out of anger weigh less than chopping an able-bodied's leg??? it's not just prosthetics to them, it's their freaking leg! this can't just be based whether the act itself involves blood or not, you can't treat them with indifference. saying that it is also a weapon does not take away that you are gratuitously disabling a handicapped, it doesn't matter if you can put it back ---you missed the whole point--- you should not have done it in the first place, you should not have think that it was acceptable for you to use their incapacity to your advantage. that was far from strategic because that wasn't even a real fight, he was not the one who started it and being unecessarily violent. i was so amazed by that scene but this made me realized that it was kind of uncalled for. i love how the creators felt the need to add more stupefying stunt scenes and decided to feature WOC kicking white men's ass but with the context of the situation, the fight was uncalled for. maybe it would have been acceptable if they were fighting sam and bucky for interferring with them because mind you, they came for zemo, not captain america. john might have slightly provoked her but he still haven't done anything that drastic for them to resort to that kind of measure. ayo was really going to kill john if she didn't get stopped. heck, lemar didn't even say anything and they also tried to kill him. how is that strategic? i think bigotry is much more fitting. that's all :) x

Thanks for sharing your perspective, anon! I still don’t think the initial analogy holds (maybe if it was equated again to a temporary stun or isolated paralysis because that’s what basically happened here) but I do understand the anon’s point of frustration stemming from individuals treating prosthetics differently than original limbs. And it’s something I probably wouldn’t have thought about had I not engaged in discourse on here, which I appreciate. I’m not treating anyone with indifference. I understand how multiple individuals with disabilities are bringing their own experiences and feelings in their interpretation of the scene that differ from mine because we all come to experience media through our own lenses. And it’s good to have different perspectives and discussion so we can each consider the other’s point of view and maybe learn something new in the process.

I still think the context of it being a vibranium arm attached to a super soldier that was temporarily disarmed in the heat of a physical altercation matters and why I don’t see this as ableism. Bucky’s prosthesis does give him an advantage in a fight and Ayo disarmed it vs. Rocket taking the guy’s leg for shits and gigs in GOTG. If people wanna call ableism, I understand it much more in the latter than the former.

And a lot of the responses I’ve seen hinge on an idea of what’s “fair,” that it wasn’t considerate of Ayo to disable Bucky’s arm. These characters are skilled soldiers, warriors, killers, strategists with their own unique objectives and emotions. Politeness doesn’t take precedent and that’s just the reality. Was it considerate of Bucky to release Zemo knowing full well it would upset the Dora, specifically Ayo? Was it considerate of Tony to blow Bucky’s arm off in Civil War? Was it considerate of Wanda to manipulate everyone’s personal trauma in Ultron? This expectation to have everyone playing perfect and nice and sensitive to everyone’s personal issues and cut in these cloths of black and white good choice vs bad choice is naive and unrealistic IMO.

I also don’t understand your comment about bigotry .... if you’re saying that Ayo went after Walker and disarmed Bucky just because they’re white..... I 5 million percent disagree with that and I’m sure others would as well.

Also, this isn’t just directed at you, but so many people in my inbox only share their opinions anonymously whether agreeing or disagreeing with me and I don’t understand that ... like if you feel strongly about something, there’s no shame in attaching your name to it? Maybe I’m just old school Ron Swanson that way 🤷🏼‍♀️ And I like getting to know people!

#faws #faws spoilers #fatws spoilers #fatws ep 4 #fatws bucky #Bucky barnes #marvel #marvel fandom #fandom discourse #falcon and winter soldier spoilers #falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #Dora Milaje #gotg #rocket raccoon #just my take

[ibelonginthepast]

Bucky!!(for the send character thing)💕❤️

I CANT EVEN EXPRESS HOW FUCKING THANKFUL AM FOR THIS!! I rarely get marvel asks <3 thanks babe,,, I haven't watched the show yet uk cause am a bit weird rn, so yeah ig remember that while reading the following?

Sexuality Headcanon: i am gonna add his romantic orientation too cause its not in the options... aromantic demibisexual babes😍😍 idk why but I have this distinct memory of immediately hc him as aro once I was reading about aromanticism. I like to explain his lack of love interests till now by that.

Gender Headcanon: cause this is hc, once he's familiar with the pronouns and shit he would defo switch between he/them or even go for just they/them. I know pronouns not equal to gender, but my relationship with gender is complicated and rn thats the best way I can express his.

A ship I have with said character: defo with sam. I always shipped him with sam. I think he would settle for a queerplatonic relationship with sam which will be sexual at times.

A BROTP I have with said character: !!STUCKY!!!

A NOTP I have with said character: not any particular one i guess? Idk, but am not fond of the comic ship of him with nat,, they just don't go for me :^)

WAIT EDIT: please I hate it when people ship him with iron man. I am a sucker for enemies to lovers, but this ain't my tea. I am all for them getting around each other and growing into very good bros who genuinely care about each other outside of work, but not romance no.

A random headcanon: he'll eventually settle with sam, and go on a trip round the world. After years of violence and war, he'll go on a journey to find himself. He'll be a poet. He'll write to cope up with ptsd and trauma. One of his faves will always be Owen. After years of being conditioned into being pro war and militaristic, he'll unlearn that behavior,, get involved in politics and diplomacy later in life,, as he grows old with sam.

One about his orientation: sam will develop feelings for him real quick, and confess too. But bucky will take time to get to it. He'll reject sam initially, a lot of angst there. This confrontatiom will make bucky stop his hectic non stop life for once, and will force him to think. Bucky will start wondering why he can't feel anything like sam expresses he did for bucky. He'll think he's broken, because of his ptsd and trauma and the effects of the serum. Which will lead more self loathing for him. Because he's demi too, he doesn't get sexual feelings real easily as well, so that will contribute to his sus that the trauma broke him and he cant feel anymore and he's a monster and all that uk. That will mean he wont realize his bisexuality for a long time either. Over time, after spending so much time with sam and getting so used to him, he'll start getting protective over sam, start having some demi sexual feelings too, which will really annoy him. Tho idk somehow he'll eventually settle for a friends with benefits with sam. Some angst sprinkles there too. Cause sam is romantic and gay. Through sam and other gay peeps round him, he'll get around the term aromantic and really resonate with it. He'll read more about it and start to understand that its okay to feel the way he does. He'll think back to the way he felt about Steve, and remember how he felt sexually attracted to him too. But he will get confused too, cause he cant understand the relationship he wants with sam. He'll come around his feelings, and let himself just feel what he does without trying to understand labels too much, without putting himself in a box, and when he will realize that he likes the commitment he has going on with sam, they will agree on a partnership sort of. Some angst there too, cause sam will not understand aro feelings, and feel a bit betrayed. But that will be his arc. He'll eventually start to understand and stop expecting bucky to feel obsessively and romantically about him like he does for bucky. They'll once in a while have 3rd partners. In their long life together, sam will have romantic relationships too. And yeah.

Angst one: because of his slow aging, he will outlive sam, and suffer from horrible depression and desperately try drugs, but those won't effect him much cause of the serum,,, so he'll go for super strong drugs and get into substance abuse... idk where to go from there.

General Opinion over said character: i am a slut for morally grey characters who have suffered through too much and trying their ass off to redeem themselves and are fucked up for life @_@ what can I say

#bucky barnes #thanks anon #marvel

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Honey Haloed Weakness

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: Bucky Barnes has a Honey Haloed Weakness- there’s nothing more to add! Warnings: Bad language, fluff, feels…nothing specific Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC Honey, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

A/N: This was written for @jbbuckybarnes Birthday Challenge. I know she’s on a hiatus after some sucky drama (I’ll keep my opinions to myself but will say that it’s ridiculous the amount of drama this site has at times an I’m really glad I’m not popular enough to be roped into any of it!) Anyway, as I’ve written it, I’m posting it. Congratulations on 900 followers and happy birthday!! My prompt was dialogue: “Did you just shoot two guys  with one bullet?” “Did it look cool?“ Prompt is in bold in the story.

I’m really nervous about this one, as it’s completely different to anything I normally write but I hope you enjoy.

****** One bullet. One pull of the trigger. That was all it took. As Bucky watched the shot flew clean through the shoulder of one hostile, ricocheted off Sam’s shield and then hit a second straight in the hand causing him to drop the knife he was slashing at Sam with. The three of them stooped, Falcon, The Winter Soldier and Silver Shadow. Shield, guns and sparking hands lowered as they glanced around. “Man did you just shoot two guys with one bullet?” Sam turned to Bucky, his tone laced with shock and awe. “Did it look cool?” Bucky quipped back, an air of nonchalance in his voice, despite the level of surprise he himself felt.  James Barnes knew he was a good shot. But that…that was something else. And something that had been down to chance more than anything. Even if he had tried to make that shot, there’s no way of predicting the trajectory of the bullet once it emerged from the guys shoulder or controlling the angle it exited at… 

Unless… He turned to look at Shadow. Her soft honey- coloured halo of wavy hair, splattered with blood and gore from the battle, hung like curtains of scarlet coloured silk round her face from which warm amber eyes glanced back at him. Her pretty features remained passive, adorned with the same expression she had worn when he had first seen her in his rundown apartment in Bucharest when Steve had come looking for him post the Vienna bombings. 

Sam turned away muttering something about retrieving the Intel they had come for off the hard drives in the main office and once his back was turned she caught Bucky’s eyes with her own. They were gold, haloed, just like her hair, and as he allowed himself just a second to indulge in the warmth they exuded over him, one slipped onto a sly wink. And then he knew for certain. She’d done it. She had controlled the shot.  Directed it where it needed to go. And Bucky wasn’t sure whether he felt turned on or slightly emasculated.

His Honey haloed weakness. “Don’t worry…” she said gently as they made their way back to the jet. “I won’t tell him, on one condition?” “Yeah? What’s that?” Bucky asked, turning to look at her. “You ask me out for that drink Steve’s been telling me you want to take me for.” And with that she left him standing there, slack jawed as he watched her head up the ramp. **** “So…in a word old man, you’re still a punk.”  Bucky finished recapping the tale later the next morning, leaning back in the comfy chair by the bed Steve lay in. The old man laughed and shook his head. “She’s a minx, I’ll give her that. And she always was good at playing the cards she was dealt…” A fond smile spread across Steve’s face at the thought of his other best friend, his sister, the girl he had pulled from that shitty HYDRA base in 2014 when they had been chasing the Sceptre. No one had any idea who she was, what she could do, where she had come from…and that included her. She hadn’t spoken for 3 days other than to thank him or Natasha for the food and clothes she was given, and Tony for his kindness. And then on the 4th day Steve had found her in the kitchen at the Tower and had won her over with an expertly made grilled cheese. “What’s your name?” He asked softly as she sat chewing.

“I…I don’t know.” She shrugged, her eyes wide as she looked down. Steve gently reached out, his hand taking hers softly as she looked at him.

 "Honey, you’re safe now, you know that right?

“Honey…” she said wistfully  "I like that…“ 

And so it had stuck. And suited her.  Where her ability to manipulate metal came from, no one knew. A mutation? Maybe. Human enhancement experiment? Possibly. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact she embraced the responsibility that came with that power. She wanted to help people. She agreed to stay with the Avengers and they were better for it. 

Steve was better for it. She had been like the little sister he never had. Allowing himself another few moments of nostalgia, Steve eventually shook himself free of his memories and, with a sly look turned his head to face Bucky. “In my eyes its normally correct to buy a dame a drink before you roll around on an African Plain…yeah, I know exactly what went down between you two that night in Wakanda…” Bucky blinked before he snorted, shaking his head. “Of course she told you…” When the dust settled after the show down in Leipzig, Bucky hadn’t seen Honey for almost a year until she came to Wakanda with Steve to be there when they brought him out of Stasis. She had been different then, but so had Steve. A year on the run in the shadows had hardened them both. Those amber eyes carried a darkness that hadn’t been there before. But they still exuded all the power and warmth of the sun. And he was on fire. 

His Honey haloed weakness.  “Cant sleep either?” He asked as he emerged from the comfortable farmers hut he had been given to live in. She shrugged “ my mind gets a bit busy sometimes…I find the stars help.” He sat down besides her, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Ever wonder what it’s like just to be normal?” she sighed and he snorted. “What’s normal?” She laughed softly and looked at him, her eyes flashing in the moonlight, deep amber speckled with brown, the soft honey tones in her hair glowing in the lunar rays, a soft ring around her crown

His Honey haloed weakness. 

Under the moonlight sultry cries and gentle whimpers were shared. Skin slid on skin, hands wandered and explored…together they reclaimed their grasp on humanity. What it was to feel something other than fear and death and anger. And then she had to leave and it was another 12 months since he saw her again. On a battle field in Wakanda…with those creatures. This time she was fierce, those amber eyes glowing as she tore metal armour limb from limb, wrenched weapons from hands, made sure shots hit their targets, her daggers flying and returning to her hands. But there was no beating Thanos. 

“I can’t control his gauntlet.” Her voice was desperate, broken as she has realised her powers were of no use.

And then he had been dusted. “Those 5 years were long.” Steve shook Bucky from his reminiscing “For all of us. Trying to forgive ourselves for our failure. And it was that inability to do so that saw us figure it out, a way to bring everyone back…” Bucky looked down. He knew all about that. Seeking redemption, wiping your leger clean. “Don’t keep her waiting another 5 years” Steve locked his eyes onto Bucky’s. A plea, a beg.

So he didn’t he asked her for that drink. He dated her, bought her flowers, made love to her some nights, fucked her into the mattress on others. They ran missions side by side with Sam, walked and danced in the rain. A diamond ring was bought, a yes was said

And one bright April day a year later, his honey haloed weakness became his wife.

***** “Where are my keys?” Bucky asked, frowning as he gently closed the drawer to the sideboard that they normally kept all the sets of keys in. “I wish you’d stop moving my stuff…” He felt a vibration in his pocket and a moment later he heard the keys in question jangling and turned with a soft sigh to see them hovering about a foot away from him in the air. Honey stood at the other side of the room, hand raised lightly as she wriggled her fingers causing them to move higher. “Oh look, they were in your pocket…” she arched an eyebrow “You owe me an apology.” “So what’s new?” He chuckled and she smiled as she shrugged on her jacket and walked towards him as he checked they had everything they needed. Even for a simple trip down the road it seemed like they were prepping for a mission, but then again, maybe they were… They made their way out of the Brownstone into the glorious September sun and Bucky took the lead, as always, his wife gently walking alongside him, hand curled round his arm. He had a knack did Bucky, for steering and making sure everyone moved out if the way, which was why she was happy to let him. They reached their destination and made their way down the familiar little gravel path towards what they were looking for. Their pace slowed a little here, it was always harder on gravel, you sank a little and it took more effort to push through. They stopped in front of a beautiful headstone. White marble with gold writing, and a simple inscription Steven Grant Rogers Much loved husband, father and friend. Below the wording Steve’s symbol, his shield, the star surrounded by rings was etched, along with a simple phrase to remind everyone exactly who he had been. “Captain America is hope, he’s freedom, he’s just a kid from Brooklyn” Bucky’s hand gently ran across the top of the headstone and Honey smiled softly at him, before a noise drew their attention back to why they had come here today specifically. Smiling at one another, Bucky turned and gently lifted his 4 day old baby boy from the buggy as his wife watched, reaching up to smooth a finger down the baby’s soft, rosy cheek. Steve had been so excited when Bucky and Honey had told him that they were pregnant. But they had all known deep down that Steve’s time was coming to an end. The serum wasn’t repairing what was happening to him anymore, and hadn’t been for a while. Steve had noticed its effects had been dwindling for almost 30 years by that point and he was ready to go, to be with Peggy who had left him some 20 years previously. All of them had hoped he would live long enough to see Baby Barnes but things never do work out the way you want them to, and Steve had passed quietly surrounded by his friends, family some 6 weeks before their baby boy bad been born. Bucky had made a vow, a promise to himself that his son would understand exactly who his Uncle Stevie was. Not Captain America, but that little kid from Brooklyn who was always too dumb to run away from a fight. “Had to bring him to meet you one way or another.” Bucky said gently, looking from his son’s face to the stone with a soft smile before he crouched down in front of it. He took a moment, the words he was trying to form sticking in his throat as pure emotion washed over him. He felt grief, he felt loss…but also joy at the fact he was a new father and serenity that he had found his salvation, his second chance. And it was draining to feel it all at once. His wife softly squeezed his shoulder before she crouched by his side, gently wiping her own face as Bucky finally found his voice again. “Yeah, it was a him…so I got to pick the name.” Besides him he heard his wife chuckled as she spoke “I can still see your face Stevie, when we told you about that deal. Girl I picked, boy he picked…” Bucky smiled, he could too. Watery blue eyes that still had that sparkle had widened as Steve had looked at them both, horror on his face as he shook his head on disbelief. “What? You can’t do that…I mean it needs to be a joint decision, no matter what the gender…surely?” In the end Steve had been right. Whilst Bucky had suggested the first name for their little boy, he had struggled with a middle one…and it had been his wife who had quietly suggested it as he stood in the hospital room, gently rocking his new-born baby in his arms. Both had agreed there and then that it was perfect, both filling up with tears at the simplicity and the poignancy and both in love with the fact their son would help keep the memory of their friend, their brother, their Captain, alive. “Punk…” Bucky gently shifted the baby in his arms so he was facing the stone. “Say hello to Steven Roger Barnes” His son. His beautiful son. A life created because two people fell in love.   Because James Buchanan Barnes had a Honey haloed weakness.

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The Truth In The Lies P1/3

Bucky x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Only. If under 18, Kindly un-follow me. Cheating. Sadness.

Notes: Another drabble I was thinking about. 

Pics and gifs are not mine. 

Marvel is not mine obviously, but this story-line is. Do not re-post without permission. Credit does not count. 

“If you don’t quit being a jealous asshole, I am going to take your other fucking arm!” you seethed getting into Buckys face. Steve and Sam ran between you and Bucky. Sam grabbing you and Steve holding Bucky back. “Hey.. hey.. what is wrong…?” Sam grabbed you gently, holding your shoulders. You softened your face to your long time friend. Taking a deep breath, calming your inner demons. “Nothing.. Just… I gotta go..” you patted him on the chest, turning around towards the exit of the gym.

Heading up to Bucky and yours shared room, you quickly grabbed your emergency leave bag. Sprinting to Tonys office you burst it. “Hello Y/N. Whats wrong?” he asked as he tinkered with some sort of new technology. Not even looking up at you. “I need to leave. Give me a mission.” “You and Buck fighting again? What is going on with you two lately.” “Tony.. if I wanted to talk about feelings I would have went with Steve.” Tony chuckled a bit nodding. “Well, I was going to send Peter on a mission alone. See how good he is doing with handling the suite. However, I would much rather have you watch over him. I am sending him to Kyoto Japan.” You furrowed your eyebrows a bit. “Folder is on my desk. Read through it.”

You did as told. Skimming the folder there was an organization that was threatening the way of life in Japan. The organization spreading to China and India. “I’ll take it. Please tell me I can leave now.” He nodded. “Take the jet. Go get the kid first. Have fun, be safe.. oh and bring me something home.” He waved, sawdering wire together. You waved and headed to the platform of the Jet.

As you walked to the jet you hurd a door slam. “Y/N!” you looked back and seen Bucky standing there. “Bye Buck.” You waved climbing the stairs. As you started the jet you seen him run after you. You took off, headed to quickly go pick up Peter.

“So how long before I get to drive this cool thing?” He sat next to you as you flew towards Kyoto. “Haha.. awhile. This is Tonys pride and joy.” You sighed a bit seeing Buckys face in your head. “So what’s going on y/n? You are not as talkative as usual.” You looked at the young boy and smiled slightly. “Just Bucky and I.. fighting a lot lately..” Peter grimaced a bit. Peter knew why you where fight in all honesty. It was not something he wanted to talk to you about.

“One down and one more to go!” Peter spoke to himself as he flew through the city of Manhattan. He usually stayed on his side of town, but Mr. Stark once again needed him to take care of someone else. Another test. He flew past a restaurant and seen a shimmer. A familiar shimmer. He landed on the concrete seeing the famous metal arm. “Mr.. Barne..” Peters mouth dropped seeing him reach over and kiss another woman that was not you. Bucky looked through the window seeing the spider kid standing there. He quickly told the woman to hold on and ran outside. “Pe..” Bucky stopped from using his real name. “How could you kiss another woman? Your girlfriend is fighting right now in Russia and here you are kissing another woman..” “She didn’t listen to me! I wanted her to stay put and out of..” “You are one selfish.. selfish man..” Peter was known for being so calm and sweet usually. Yet when Mr. Stark introduced you and Peter, you often went out of your way to teach the kid new tricks. Peter grew fond of you very quickly. “Let me put it like this.. you tell her and I snap your neck..” Bucky growled.

“Peter you ok? Your face went pretty pale. Have you eaten?” He smiled at her worry. Coming off as a mother to many of the avengers. “I am fine.. yes I ate. Auntie May made me some food earlier. Y/N.. I know. I probably shouldn’t tell you this.. I.. oh man..” Peter looked down at his hands. “What is it? What’s wrong?” you looked at the web slinging boy nervously. “I.. seen Bucky kiss another girl a month back… I was doing  mission for Mr. Stark.. and I seen his arm.. he kissed another girl.. told me.. he would snap my neck if I ever told you..” you gritted your teeth and closed your eyes. “That… that is why.. he has been so… so fucking bad… lately..” you let out a whimper. Your boyfriend of three years cheated on you. “I am so sorry.. I..” Peter was on the verge of crying as well. He hated lying to you especially since he considered you such a close friend. “Peter none of this is your fault sweety.” You wiped your eyes and smiled to him. “Lets go have some fun in Kyoto huh?”

Landing the jet you and Peter made quick way to the SHIELD base. After a quick briefing you and Peter where not start till the next day and the jet lag was gone. Walking to the hotel room, you opened the door. “HOLY SHIT!” Peter squealed. You looked to the young boy, laughing a bit. His eyes wide and stunned at how amazing the suite was. “Tony usually out does himself.” You shrugged. “Trust me.. this is way nicer than some of the fucking missions I have been on..” walking to the master bedroom you opened the door. “This is yours Peter. It is your mission after all.” He grabbed his bag and looked around. “Wow..” he touched the blanket on the bed “I cant believe how soft it is.. y/n.” “Haha, well believe it. Relax a bit. In an hour lets go get some food.” He nodded, watching you walk to your room. He seen your shoulders slump a bit. He knew what he told you , was effecting your mood, even if you were trying not to show him.

You: “Nice to know you cheated on me.”

{Image}

You looked through the federal data base for the cameras the night Peter told you about. Taking a image of Bucky and the girl. You had seen the woman before. She was a bartender at bar you two often visited after a mission.

Back at Stark Tower, Bucky felt his phone buzz. He had sat in the both of yours room. He asked Tony multiple times where you went off too and he refused to tell him. Bucky opened his phone, seeing a picture message appear. He took a deep breath seeing it was him and Liza. He went on a date with the woman, kissed her and once Peter caught him he never talked to the girl again feeling guilty. He looked at who the message was from and seen your name and number. His heart sank to his feet, it felt like air was knocked from his lungs, harder than any punch he ever felt.

The door slammed open and seen Sam standing there. His chest heaving with what Bucky could see was anger. “You cheated on my best friend?” Sam spoke walking over to Bucky. “A woman who has been there every FUCKING step of the way..” “Sam..” Bucky held his hands up trying to put some sort of wall between them. Sam felt his phone buzz and seen it was your number.

Sam: “Y/N.. are you ok?”

You: “Honestly.. I am numb. It is nice to at least be in Kyoto with the kid. If I know you, you are either on your way to Buckys room or already there. Leave him alone. I want nothing to do with him. Please heed my request.”

Sam: “Your so lucky I love you babe..” Sam sighed. Bucky growled a the nickname Sam always called you. “I’ll call you in a bit. Tell Spidey hello for me.”

You: “Will do. Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and felt upset. You ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath. Right now, the only thing that needed to matter was Peter got his mission done and safely.

There was a knock at the door and you opened it. Peter stood there in a crisp suite. “Where are we going?” “There is a huge casino place where the secret organization gets together. This was dropped off for you.” You took the bag that Peter was holding. You slid out the red fitted dress. “Tony told me it was going to be dropped off. So get ready, lets get a jump on this mission shall we?” “I love how you choose to defy the request to start tomorrow. You really are a great avenger Peter.” You winked, walking to the bathroom to change. Peter walked back to the living room.

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Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader/ The Nutcracker

-Word count: 6k+ -A/N: Bucky and Reader start out the Christmas season righttttt lol -Warnings: NSFW, foot kink, y'all already know how dirty my mouth is so lots of cussing. But mostly this is just filled with Christmas cheer lol

The Holliday season was fully upon you; somehow September had turned into October and October to November, and then November had passed in complete blur. Where the fuck was time going?

You’d always been a “Holliday” person, growing up with your big family the last few months of the year we’re always a food fueled, dizzying experience. It had grown with you to adulthood, most years you would go back home to (y/h/t), to spend time with the family but on the occasions that you we’re working, like now, you’d still make due. Decorating and cooking we’re your vices, the evidence of your obsession with Pintrest showing clearly all over the living areas of the Tower.

A large Christmas tree stood tall in the center of the commons, spun with ribbons of gold and silver. Twinkling with Christmas lights and shiny bulbs, warming up the while room. Even if the tree hadn’t turned out so stunning(which would have never happened because you were an are a god damn perfectionist) the fact that the Avengers, the group of mercenaries and superhumans had helped you decorate it would be enough.

None of them we’re really in the Christmas spirit, kind of warn out and dragged by the consistency of having to save the planet and all the stress that came with it. It had taken a little bit of convincing, on your part.

“You guys are going to help me decorate this fucking tree and stop being whiny little fuck faces right now” You had demanded, your eyes stern as you looked them over. You know they’d had a long one, but you also knew that shit like this, team bonding, was so much more important then they realized “I am so serious, you know I cant reach the top! Help me!”

And they had, of course. Not wanting to “test your wrath”, but really you think it’s because secretly they we’re each craving some kind or normalcy. Like Wanda, who hadn’t celebrated the Holiday in the few years since her twin brother had been dead. Or Vision who had never celebrated at all, you know, since he used to be a computer and all that. Nat wasn’t hard to convince, especially after she got some of the spiked hot chocolate that Clint brewed up. Tony wasn’t as much of a scrooge as you though he would be, and even though he complained that he could have easily hired someone to do this. Pepper being by his side and handing him bulbs to hang helped. Bruce went along with the motions, drunk, his glasses slipping down his nose, Thor kept insisting that Christmas was just like some Asgaardian Holiday, and earth had obviously inherited it. Steve, Sam and Bucky we’re laughing about something, something Steve had brought up about Christmas in the 40’s, with warm mugs in their hands.

Was it kind of a mismatched, odd scene to behold? Most definitely. Wanda used her powers to decorate the top of the tree that no one could reach, Steve being so gentle with the delicate, glass, ornaments. Bucky…laughing. Really laughing. His eyes near absent of the shroud they usually carried. You had watched with a happy heavy chest.

That was a few of weeks ago, and you we’re still on your kick. Everyone more or less cooperating now. By force, or course.

You were currently sat at the long, glass dining room table, the one that was littered with a mess Christmas cookies of all kinds. Bowls of frosting, containers of sprinkles. Lila and Cooper, Clint’s kids, sat on either side of you and Wanda was across the table, Nathaniel in her lap as she helped the toddler frost a gingerbread man.

They’d come in from the farmhouse for the Holidays, which meant security was locked much tighter, but it was safer there for the time being anyway.

Forcing the kids to do fun Christmas with you was easy, and to be honest, they we’re kind of starting to ware you out. You’d taken them sledding just a half an hour earlier while the cookies were baking and were sure that you we’re sporting some nice bruises from it.

“Y/N!” Lila had obviously had too much sugar, her voice was vibrating. You just chuckle, amused. You we’re going to return her to her parents with a gnarly sugar high.

“Yes Lila?”

“What if we watch some Christmas movies after this? How the Grinch Stole Christmas is my favorite. Or we could watch Home Alone. Or Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas, or Mickeys Twice Upon a Christmas?” She rambles this fast and you try to keep the amusement off your face.

“I hate how the Grinch Stole Christmas!” Cooper protests and you shoot him a look.

“Hey, kid, that’s a classic. Even if it does make me cry, you cant diss a golden Jim Carrey movie like that” You scold him, licking a small smear of frosting off your thumb.

“It makes you cry? Why?” Lila inquires and Wanda gives me a raised eyebrow “Yeah, why, Y/N? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of any one weeping to Dr. Seuss”

“Because the who’s people reject him and make him go all hermit in the mountains and its super fu-” you catch yourself and your dirty language “Its really sad, what that does to him. It turns his heart cold. People can be really mean- they tried to make him shave!” You explain, you had been crying to that movie for decades.

“But then Cindy helps him and be’s his friend so he moves back to Who-ville and re joins society” Lila points out, her voice obvious and informational.

You try to bite your laughter, meeting eyes with the brunette across the table who seems to be doing the same, Wanda presses her mouth to Nathaniels head in an attempt to hide her smile.

“Very good observation, Li’” You praise her “You could probably go into Psychology, put me out of a job”

“Don’t go putting ideas in her head, Y/N” Clint enters the kitchen, Steve and Bucky behind him. They’d been helping Bruce with an experiment down in the lab for the larger portion of the day.

You give Bucky a small, fond smile, your eyes seeking his.

“Why Clint? We all know the amount of therapy you need, an are going to need, why not have it in the family? It’d save you a lot of money” You tease the older archer, good natured. Clint could take it as well as he could dish it, and the banter between you guys was never ending “You’d give your dad a good discount, right?” You look to Lila who just grins mischievously and says she’d give him the FAIR price.

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Y/N. You guys give her hell today?” Clint ruffles Coop’s hair as he sits at one of the empty seats.

“They we’re actually really well behaved, Connor even saved me when I almost broke my neck on the hill out back. My hero” You give Clints eldest son praise, patting his shoulder before you stand, not noticing the way his ears blush bright red at your words.

Bucky does though and he chuckles to himself quietly.

I know the feeling, kid, he thinks as you come up to him and give his cheek a kiss, your soft lips a stark contrast to the scruff there. His large, metal hand splays across your lower back. He wants to dip it under the sweater you have on, feel the plush skin there but he resists. For the children…and because Steve had been bitching about the extreme level of PDA the two of you had been sporting lately.

“Hey guys. How was your day helping Banner? You guys hungry?” You wonder, you had been busy all day, taking the kids off of Laura’s shoulders(That woman needed a month long nap) You hadn’t seen Bucky since morning.

“Boring, really, we just made sure he didn’t blow himself and the lab up. For hours. It was like watchin’ paint dry” Bucky drones down at you with a small little side grin “A lot less fun then yours. You need to be careful with that neck of yours, sweets” You roll your eyes at the flirt in his voice.

“It wasn’t that bad, he got the research he needed done” Steve, ever optimistic shrugs “Are those crinkles? Did you bake them Y/N? Holy smokes, I haven’t had one of those in years” He goes to the table, the cavity wonderland and you chuckle and lean more against Bucky.

“Yeah I did. Your welcome” You tease before looking up at Buck. The near foot he had on you always made you feel so small. He grins as you just stare up at him wordlessly, your big y/e/c glossy with admiration and exhausted. Your cheeks rosy with frost bite from playing outside for so many hours and your hair piled into a messy bun atop your head, long, escapee tendrils loose around your face.

“I missed you today, baby” You coo, reaching up on your UGG covered tip toes, your lips pursed for a kiss. He doesn’t make you beg, he never does, pecking your lips a few times, grinning as you attempt to deepen it.

“I missed you too, pretty girl. You have a fun time with the kids?” you nuzzle at his chin with your nose as he asks.

“I did, I mean ate shit all day and I’m probably going to be sore until New Years, but it was super fun fun. That hill on the property is killer” He snorts as the sentence is broken by a couple yawns. You really do look totally worn out.

“We’ll have to check it out, you tired doll?” He shoots you a knowing look and you shake your head, he reaches his hand up to brush the loose hair away from your forehead, behind your ear. It’s so tender it makes your stomach flip. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how caring this man is towards you.

“No I’m fine. I was going to watch some Christmas movies with the kids” You protest, weakly. Accented by another yawn. “Fuck”

“Y/N, I’ve got it from here. You go take a nap and we’ll start the marathon. You can join when you aren’t half dead anymore” Clint, who had overheard you from his place at the table overhears the two of you. He’d noticed how droopy your eyes we’re when he’d first walked in.

“Yeah, Y/N, we’ll even wait for you to watch The Grinch” Lila reassures, her voice solemn as though she’s promising you world peace or that (Your favorite football team) would win the Super Bowl next year. She really is the cutest fucking thing.

“Alright, I’ll be there. Keep the hot chocolate warm for me, kay?” You smile as you link your fingers with Bucky’s and go to pass the table, heading towards the elevators.

“Promise!” Lila chirps.

“Hey” Clint stops you as you near him and you raise your brows “Thanks for keeping them entertained today. I know they can be a handful, me and Laura really appreciate it”

You smile down at him shaking your head.

“Nah, they’re really good kids… plus I’m giving them back to you with a massive sugar high so should you really be thanking me?” You hear Bucky’s chuckle behind you and Clint rolls his eyes, chuckling gruffly.

“Yeah, yeah. Go get some beauty sleep. You need it”

“Your welcome” You chime as you turn your back, pausing only for a moment “And Steve you’d better not eat all of those crinkles, they’re for everyone!”

The super solder freezes, his fifth cookie inches from his mouth and a guilty look on his face.

Bucky snorts at the expression on his best friends face and leads you out of the kitchen by your hips. You really we’re a force to be reckoned with. Five feet of sass and ass.

You guess you hadn’t really realized how tired you we’re until you entered your room; the still, cozy atmosphere made your eyelids feel like they we’re weighed down and you drag yourself to the foot of your bed and plop down- hard. Bouncing a couple times on your butt from the force before sighing dramatically and throwing your head back on top of the comforter.

Bucky watches you with an amused smile as he closes the bedroom door behind him, locking it into place and padding into the carpeted room.

“Ugh I’m going to be so sore tomorrow” You say after a large yawn, stretching your arms over your head and extending like a cat. Assessing all of the pain. Your thighs screamed in protest, your neck felt stiff. Your feet though, they pulsed with your heart beat. You sit up slowly, groaning as you go.

“Fucking Jesus, my feet are killing me” it comes out whiny-er then you’d meant for it to “I know I’m being super annoying, sorry” you add, trying not to be that girlfriend. You know? That girly, needs to be babied one.

Little do you know, that’s one of Bucky’s favorite aspects of you. Your such an independent person, you bending and needing him, really needing him, always makes his stomach churn with excitement. He comes over, and kneels down in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You inquire, looking down at his head that was almost resting on your legging sheathed knees, but figure it out shortly as he yanks on your leg until you extend it, letting him take it into his lap. He nimbly wiggles off your sheepskin boot, freeing you fuzzy sock encapsulated foot, repeating the action with the other leg. You cant tear your gaze away from him, a small smile quirks on your lips as he looks up at you, holding your foot in his big hands.

“Jeeze your toes are freezing” He hisses, he can feel the cold of your skin radiate through the sock “You said your feet hurt, I thought I’d help you put with that, sugar”

“Mmm, thank you. But come on, lets get a little more comfortable. My ass is sliding off the bed” You laugh and pull at the collar of his shirt.

After some shifting of positions, the both of you cozying into the bed, you find yourself laying back against the pillows, your lower body agled so that your feet rest in Bucky’s- who’s now leaning against the wall- lap. He’s pulled off your fuzzy socks and his hands are working on kneading the aching flesh.

You groan, the sound is fucking sinfully sensual.

“Tell me what feels good, kay? Don’t be shy. I want to make sure you feel better” He persists, pinching a certain nerve on the top of your foot with his fingers that makes you hiss. “Too rough?”

“No, it feels so good. Like orgasmic good” You reassure and he grins, all teeth.

“If you came just from me rubbing your feet darlin’ I’d be a little impressed. I’m not gonna lie”

You bark out a laugh.

“I bet your head would get so big it would throw off the earths balance” You tease. You remember that one time he’d made you cum just from toying your clit outside your panties. The man had acted like he’d invented sliced bread.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, muttering something that sounded like “smart ass” before focusing on his work, listing to you talk idly.

Does Bucky have a foot kink? He’d never thought so. Yeah, it was nice when a dame had pretty hands and feet, but he’d never sought it out.

He absolutely loves your feet though. They’re so soft, so taken care of. You we’re the kind of woman who pampered herself, took care of herself, and it showed. Your lovely shaped toenails we’re painted a vibrant shade of cherry red and he cant stop stealing peeks at your cute, chubby little toes.

It goes on like this for a little over a half an hour.

“Did you tell Steve to invite Sharon to dinner on Saturday?” You question him, your eyes are now screwed shut as you lounge out. Just focusing on the movement of his tender hands.

“Mmhm” Bucky nods “He said he’d make sure to do that”

“I’ll probably just text her myself. You know gramps going to forget” You sigh. Scatter brained, busy ass ‘Captain America’ would forget his head if it wasn’t connected to his body. He was the embodiment of an old man. Hence your nickname.

“Nah, I doubt it. He has a real thing for that gal. He’ll call her”

“Good! I love her. She’s so badass and nice and hot! She’ll do him some good- fuuuuuck Bucky” You moan out the last park as he focuses his attention on your Achellies tendon and ankle. He smirks at his handy work.

“You know you can stop, right? You’ve been at it for a while” You don’t want to say those words, you want him to keep massaging you forever, but your a decent person and he’s been your slave for too long.

“I’m aware” Is his simple answer, as he continues. You sit up, pushing yourself onto your elbows so you can see him.

“I’m serious, baby. When you get tired just tell me”

“How long did you massage my back after that last mission. Two hours? Three? I don’t even remember. You’re always so good to me” you scoff but he continues “You are! So stop your fussin’ and let me take care of ya’ alright?” His tone is smooth like chocolate- but firm. In that way that makes you ache. Makes you want to spread your legs wide for him. Fuck yes, daddy. You loved when he got dominate like this.

“Alright, boo” You squeak and he raises your foot to his mouth and gives the top a kiss. You cant help the surprised giggle that escapes you.

“I love your feet” He declares and you raise an eyebrow.

“That so?” You struggle. Usaully you we’re turned off when guys tried to do the whole foot worship thing with you but something about the look in Bucky’s eyes makes your breathing hard. Everything about this man just turned you on to no end.

“Yeah it is. You keep 'em so pretty. Why’s everything about you so pretty, Y/N?”

You’d never really been with a man that complimented you like Bucky did. It had taken you a while…scratch that. You were still trying to get used to it. This beautiful, Adonis like man praised you like you we’re gods fucking gift. And the hot, sincere look in his eyes backed it. He loved every inch of you. Every cellulite, pudgy inch.

“I don’t know, I’m just blessed I guess” You tease obnoxiously. You weren’t one of those insecure types. Yeah, you had dark thoughts. Everyone did. But you loved yourself. Maybe even more then he did.

He laughs, it rumbles in his chest “Thanks for sharing those blessings, doll face”

You’re almost falling asleep, his skillful hands still working on you when you feel them raising higher and higher. Up your calves, the back of your knees, your thighs, the ones that part widely so that he can slide in between them. Bucky kneads the doughy flesh of your thighs smiling as you start to squirm a little bit.

“Tell me where you hurt” his voice is barley above a whisper. It’s gravely and sexy and it has you biting your lips together. You lift your hips for him as his hands begin to circle the waist band of your leggings, his fingertips tracing the elastic. A whimper slips through the bite you still have on your bottom lip.

“What, baby? Tell me” he taunts and you would be annoyed but you’ve been massaged into a pliant pile of goo. You’d probably do anything he asked you to at this point.

“Take 'em off. Please” you plead and he nods before he slides the black material down your curvy let’s, leaving you only in a pair of high waisted, leopard print panties. He loves these ones, loves the little hot pink bow on the center.

He presses his face against your chest, against the fuzzy material of your cashmere sweater and you lace your fingers through his hair, your claw like nails scratching his scalp soothingly. He lets out a long sigh at that. You know how good that makes him feel, how much he loves it when you play with his hair.

His big hands plane up along your thighs, one of his massive palms on each side, enjoying the supplness of your flesh and you tighten them around his waist, pulling his head deeper to your chest, your fingers knotting in his hair.

Fuck. You just want him closer.

He can’t help but smirk at the neediness, luckily his face is buried in your sweater “You’re such a sweet girl, ya’ know that?”

It’s funny. That he really thinks that. You had always been sharp- bitchy. Bossy. Your opinions too big and your mouth too loud.

“Only for you” you chuckle, your hand running flat along the locks of his hair, as though your petting him. He lifts his head, so that you’re eye level.

“No, I’m serious. What you’re doing for everyone, tryin’ to make sure we celebrate the holidays the right way- it’s really good of you darlin’. I know we’re not the easiest bunch either, when it comes to things like this… Being normal and all that”

You smile. And it’s so bright and warm that he feels his chest get a little tight.

“I mean if we’re being perfectly honest, it’s not completely selfless. I’ve always loved Christmas and I love you. And I’ve never been in love during Christmas time and as cheesy as it sounds I want our first one together to be a good one. Memorable. And normal and happy. Especially since the rest of our relationship is so, like, not. I want you to bake cookies with me, and do lame advant calendars and fuck me by the fireplace. You know. Normal stuff couples do in December ” You explain in a rant, your voice shy, as you stroke his prickly cheek with your finger.

You wish you could have taken a picture of the dopey, lopsided grin that stretches over his face.

“Is that why you’ve been putting mistletoe up everywhere? Trying to get lucky by the fireplace?” Leave it to him to tease you when you’d just bared your whole soul.

“Bucky!” You whine, laughing a little as your hands come up to cover your eyes and reddining cheeks and you start to squirm under him. He’s having none of that though, he presses his jean clad hips hardly down, pinning your lower body with his.

“Hey” he coo’s, trying to pull your hands away from your face with one of his, his other arm is supporting an little of his weight so he doesn’t totally crush you.

He chuckles at your “Fuck off, James!” but manages to pry your hands away from your eyes, his face hovering right over yours. So close that every breath you inhale, you can taste the one he had just exhaled.

“I want that too, darlin’. I haven’t celebrated Christmas in close to seventy years and I’ve gotta say, even though it isn’t actually until next week- this one already tops any one I’ve ever had” he tells you sincerely.

“How?” You scoff. All you’d done was force him to decorate a tree and eat his body weight in baked goods.

“'Cause I have you, of course” he looks down at you, his azure eyes soft and dancing and you shake your head.

“You’re such a big cheese. You know that, old man?” You cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his searing ones before he can reply. Bucky hums happily into the kiss, especially when your hands travel down his pack and tug at the hem of his shirt. He seperstes from you, only so that he can pull it off and toss it blindly across the room, your fingers hook in his jeans and boxers and he wiggles so they’re down his ass, once there you can pull them the rest of the way down with your feet. This is what the super soldier does. He can get you naked so fast that you don’t even realize until his sucking on your nipples, your head spinning because when had he even taken off your bra?

“Bucky” you whimper as he takes the bud between his teeth and yanks at it. Like he knows you love.

He’s feeling particularly dominat today, you can tell. Your sleepy, whiny mood bringing out the cocky, alpha nature in him that lied just under the surface.

When he pulls away from your chest that was now an angry red from the attention of his stubbily face he only says two words. “Hands and knees”

That sends a shock through your system. One that seems to cause your pussy to gush and your breath to catch.

You nod eagerly pushing on his shoulder with your dainty hand so that he rolls off of you. Giving you the room you need to get on all fours. Your head is pressed into the the duvet as you rest your chest on the bed, your elbows flat as you arch harshly so that your ass is perched high on your knees. Straight in the air.

Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the curve of your back, the intense arch. The way your plump ass is raised to high for him.

He makes his behind you way on his knees, groaning at the sight, had he ever seen a more perfect ass? So round and wide. Apple shaped and goregous. The kind that brought men of this generation to their knees.

He groans as he starts to palm the cheeks, pulling them apart, slapping them together. Making you gasp everytime. His fingers slip lower, rubbing past your puckered rosebud and into the the steaming, dripping folds.

“So wet” he mutters it almost to himself as his flesh fingers delve in, two of the stretching. Testing the waters.

Your keening sighs let him know that your more then ready so he grabs himself at the base and guides himself to your slick, relishing in how your scorching juices flow over his hardness.

You can’t take it, can’t take the way he’s rubbing his cock all over you without plunging in so to reach a hand down, under you, grasping at the top of his dick and leading him so that he lines up with your hole.

“Please Buck”

That’s all it takes, his hips snap forward and he bottoms out within you quick, you can’t help the yelp that leaves your throat.

Oh shit.

How is it everytime you do doggy you forget how huge he feels in this position? Like he’s going to rip you open. You feel like you can feel him in your belly button.

You might forget, but he doesn’t. He gives your tight little snatch a moment to adjust, his metal arm caressing soothingly down your back as he slowly pulls him self back. Barley able to, with the vice like grip your walls have on him.

“God damn, you’re so tight like this” he hisses through his teeth.

“I-it’s okay. It feels so good, I want it” you reassure him. Stuttering, mind shaky. When you move, your ass pushing back into his lap responds with another fast, snap of his hips and you cry into your pillows.

Bucky is by far FAR the best sex partner you’ve ever been with. He had this ability to play two roles at once.

Like right now; he was pounding you hard into the bed, his pace unforgiving and mind numbing and yet he still had the capacity to his fingers soothingly through your hair. To tell you how goregous you were. You didn’t even know what you were saying back, you’re thoughts lust laden and drugged by how good you felt.

“I love you” you sob to him, lifting your face from the pillows so that he could hear you and he makes a sound, a needy grunt before leaning down so that his chest is pressed into your back and his hands can link with yours.

“I love you too. My beautiful girl. Fuck- you take me so well. It’s like your pussy was made for me. I’ve never- shiiiiiit. Felt anything this good before” he husks into your hair, the slapping sounds of his body crashing into yours filling the air. You gasp, trying your hardest to suck in a full breath but you can’t. Your over heated body is on overdrive. Your core screaming from the fullness.

You desperately grasp at his hands as your legs began to shake violently with everyone of his thrusts, his weight pinning you, his arms caging you.

You try to speak, to tell him how close you were but all that you can manage are little squeaks, his powerful thrusts choking you everytime.

When you cum, it’s white hot and deafening. You can’t hear the loud scream that rips from your thoat. So loud, Bucky’s metal hand covers your mouth in an attempt to quiet you because you’re not the only two on this floor. Tears well in your eyes and your whole body quakes.

“Shh, shh baby you’re okay” he reassures, his pace becoming frantic and sloppy. Like a pool stick missing its cue.

Your head is spinning and you swear, you don’t know how you haven’t fainted yet. The squelching sound of him fucking your overstimulated cunt seemed to be the only thing you can focus on.

“I’m gonna cum” he braces you and you nod numbly.

“Cum inside me. Please Bucky” you plead in a sob and that’s it. He breaks. His head burying itself in your neck as you reach back to pull at his hair. His flesh hand is gripping your shoulder, his mechanical your waist. He’s holding himself as close as possible to you as he emptied inside of you, his sack flexing as the powerful creamy spurts paint your walls.

His gasps are in your ear, his hot breath in your hair. And you’ve never felt more connected to anyone in your life.

It goes on like that for nearly a solid minute, him coming viciously. His cum filling you to the point that it leaks out because your body just can’t take all the genetically modified super soldier has to give.

When he’s finally sated, finally catching his breath he rolls off you and your lungs fill with air. Neither of you can move for a moment, both of you are just trying to find a way to reboot your systems that had just been totally fried.

He manages to form a sentance before you can.

“Are you okay, doll?”

Of course it’s to check on you, because your still face down. You can’t help the giddy bubble of laughter that leaves you as you roll over on your back.

“Oh my god- that was insane” you tell him. Your eyes are still wild. Your breasts jiggling as you suck in labored breaths and run a hand through your hair, staring at the ceiling in total awe.

He’d fucked you stupid.

“I know” he chuckles at the look of total discombobulation on your features and slides his arm under your head, pulling you closer to him, needing the skin contact. “You told me that you wanted to have my babies, ya know”

Your head snaps to his laughing, shit eating face.

“Not-ugh no I didn’t” you deny. You know there had been a minute there where your brain had turned off from the pleasure but you totally didn’t remember saying anything of the sort.

“You did. You also told me that my dick was your favorite thing in this world and you wanted to die with it inside of you”

Your cheeks burn red and you bury your face in his chest because you can tell he’s not making it up.

“Oh my god” you laugh into his collar bone.

“It’s okay, it’s cute. I like watching ’ you lose it like that” he reassures, his metal fingers swirling on your soft tummy. It’s so soothing that you know you’re going to be out like a light soon.

“Hey y/n?” Bucky calls for you, right as you’re about to drift off.

“Mmhmm?”

“Just so ya’ know, I’m game for fuckin’ you by the fire place any day”

You roll your eyes and snuggle closer to him.

-okay so I don’t know how this got so filthy? I was just writing some Christmas fluff and then one thing lead to another and all the sudden the reader is getting drilled doggy style? I don’t even know what to say lol except enjoy I guess?

#bucky barnes x plus size reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #mcu smut #mcu imagine #fat and beautiful #Christmas smut lol

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Bucky x Black!Reader

AN: Coming up with names is damn hard. My single hopeless romantic side got the better of me at one point you’ll know it when you see it.

Part 2 / Part 3

When you met Bucky you were in a grocery store trying to grab the last case of water from the back of the bottom shelf. It wasn’t too hard to reach, but you were becoming increasingly tired with every day that passed. You had no idea being pregnant would make you as tired as you were. You weren’t even that far along only about 3 months and you felt like you had run 10 miles and were carrying a small baby elephant. Your baby bump wasn’t huge at this point but noticeable enough for older women and some men to look at, you smile, and then immediately look around for the man they assumed you were with. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t piss you off because it damn well did. Every time you went out and had more than two bags, no matter how light, someone would always offer help which was greatly appreciated until they opened their mouths and asked about your husband. Which was why you were so damn determined to get this case of water without help.

Bucky Barnes has always been an ass man. Sure boobs are great and soft, but he loves without question. Everything about them grabbing them, rubbing them, smacking them. He was particularly fond of looking at them. Which is how he found himself crashing face first into a shelf of energy drinks after spotting a particularly nice one bending over inside the grocery store.

“Oh my god!” You fall directly onto your butt at the incredibly loud and ground shaking crash. Looking to the side of you where a man stood rubbing his forehead.

“Are you okay?” One of the most gorgeous blue eyed men you had ever seen asks holding a hand out to you.

“Are you? You just went head first into a shelf.” 

“I was just got a little distracted that’s all I’m fine.” ‘A little distracted’ is a god damn understatement and he knows it. He was openly gawking at your ass and it was instant karma that he ran into that shelf. He doesn’t look at you for a long minute until you grab his hand.

He tried not to stare at you truly he did, but your eyes are a deep brown that held his attention and he wanted to stare into them for as long as he would be allowed to, your skin was the color of his favorite chocolate bar and his mind begged him to taste you to see if you would be so sweet.

After a long minute of him holding your hand and staring you began to pull away. Clearing your throat to grab his attention. “Well thanks for helpin’ me up. Don’t run into anymore shelves.”

He blinked back to reality when he felt your soft skin slipping away from his. The laugh he let out was too loud and too forced and he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

He coughed twice before he decided to speak again. “I’m James, but all my friends call me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you James, y/n.” You bent down again feeling impossibly winded as you grabbed the water and shoved it under your cart.

“Thanks again. See ya around.” He watched you push your cart out of the aisle. Something tells him to follow you, to not let you get away but he doesn’t wanna be the creepy guy in the grocery store. So he watches you walk away from him and hopes that it isn’t the last time he’ll see you. He heads off in his own direction a little sad and unsettled.

It isn’t for another week that you two run into each other again, at the same grocery store no less. Only this time you aren’t bending over for water. Instead you’re on your tippy toes trying go get a box of Cheez-it. Your baby bump is bigger now not by much but it’s big enough to create an annoying barrier between you and delicious cracker goodness.

“I think we should probably stop meetin’ like this.” A gruff voice said as an arm reached above you. “White cheddar or regular?”

“White cheddar please, James.” You stepped to the side to be out of his way.

“You remembered my name, should I take that as a good sign?” He asks as he hands the box over to you.

“You could or you could take it as a sign that you’re not very good at coverin’ scars.” You point at his forehead and he blushes.

“My friend Natasha tried to help me out, she said it looked okay.” He rubs gently at his forehead.

“She lied. Thanks again though.” As you’re about to walk away he steps in front of your cart.

“I’m gonna beat myself up again if I don’t ask you out to coffee this time.” He says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I uh, last week when I wanted to ask you out for coffee but I didn’t. I figured us meeting again was my opportunity for a second chance.” He smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um?” You stand to the side smoothing your shirt over your belly making the bump more apparent.

“Oh you’re right babies can’t have coffee. How about lunch then?” He can feel his heart in his ears. He’s trying to be as cool and collected as possible but this is very nerve wracking.

“You’re cute, James.”

“So that is a yes right?”

“Yes you can take me to lunch. Luckily I’m starving. So where are we going James?”

He didn’t mean now but he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity walk past him especially after you called him cute. 

“There’s a nice little restaurant around the corner from here? They have really good pasta.”

The walk to restaurant was filled with comfortable small talk. The conversation flowed smoothly from the walk well into the actual meal.

“So can I ask you a question?”

“You just did but,” You take one last bite of your food before you speak again “I’m assuming, and correct me if i’m wrong, you’re asking why I let you take me to lunch even though I’m pregnant?” He doesn’t answer the question only looks down and plays with the straw in his drink.

“Well I might as well answer to clear the air so it doesn’t come up on any of our future dates.”You don’t look up at him eyes staying solely on your plate watching your fork with an interest you’ve never had before.

“I was dating this guy for a few years I thought everything was going great. The day I found out I was pregnant I also found out he’d been cheatin’ on me for 6 months. I packed my bags and didn’t tell him I was pregnant because I didn’t wanna hear his excuses. Moved out of that state the next weekend and never looked back. So no baby daddy drama should you decide I’m worth your time.” When you finally looked up he was looking at you with a sad smile. You didn’t want him to be sad, you weren’t sad he shouldn’t be either.

“Okay now I have a question.”You say trying to bring some lightness back to the conversation.

“I’m an open book doll. Ask away.” He finally meets your gaze and he can’t keep the smile off his face.

“What had you so distracted that made you walk into an 9’ft tall shelf?”

He could feel his face get boiling hot and he knew he was beet red.

“So you aren’t dating?” Sam questioned for what felt like the millionth time.

“No we aren’t.” Bucky rubbed his hands over his face at having to explain it again.

“Why not? how long has it been now 3 months?” Steve asked from the other side of the room.

“It’s hard to explain. There’s something there but If we started to date now I would be around the kid a lot because he’s almost here.”

“So you don’t wanna be around the kid?”

“I didn’t say that. Let me finish before you start interruptin’.” Bucky closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall behind him.

“Sorry continue please”

“Anyway like I was sayin’ he’s almost here and I’d be around a lot and if we broke up the kid ya know. He’d get attached I’d get attached.”

“As much as you talk about this girl do you really think you’d leave her and her kid one day?”

“No I don’t think I ever could. Didn’t even wanna leave ‘er that first day in the grocery store.”

“So stop being a punk and do somethin’.”

Buck: Are you free for lunch?

Y/N: Yep.

Buck: Meet you at our restaurant in 20?

Y/N: I’ll be the one that swallowed an entire watermelon.

He couldn’t help but smile at your message. You had an unstoppable sense of humor. He had seen you doubled over in pain still making jokes about how this kid wasn’t human and instead a jackhammer. He had seen fighting back tears from stress and work still telling him inappropriate jokes. 

“You think she’ll say yes?” He asked Steve.

‘I think so.” Steve says as he grabs his bottle of water from the table.

He cant remember a time in his life when he had ever been this nervous before. It felt like there were rocks in his stomach and not enough air in his lungs. He was a mess, well he always was when you were around and he was so surprised you hadn’t noticed how crazy you made him. 

“So who’s the lucky lady?’ You ask around a mouth full of his curly fries.

“What?” Did you know? If you did that would make this so much easier.

“The only time I’ve ever seen that look on a guys face was when he had his girl in mind. So tell me all about her.” No you didn’t and maybe that was a good thing.

“She ain’t my girl yet, but i”ll tell you about her.” If this was how the universe intend for him to ask you out then so be it.

“Shes gorgeous. Her eyes are a deep brown that remind me of home warm and inviting. I’m jealous of the sun because its kissed her so much and made her skin the color of melting chocolate on a hot day.”

 “Stop messin’ around Barnes.” 

“I’m not I’m tellin’ you about the girl of dreams.” He gives a smile you can’t quiet place.

“Sounds really familiar is all I’m sayin’.“  You say as you take another of his fries.

“Good it’s supposed to.” He says like its the most obvious thing in the world.

“Is it now?” Your lunch is totally forgotten about now all of your attention focused in on the man in front of you.

“Yeah.” He says looking up at you.

“What are you saying Barnes?” 

“Not saying a thing. I’m asking.” He is nervous you can tell because hes playing with his straw again.

“Your stallin’ is what you’re doin’.” You try and sound a little annoyed but it doesn’t work when you’re grinning like the kool-aid man

“Wanna be my girl?”

“Thought you’d never ask James.”

It happens at 3 in the morning and Bucky is beyond terrified even after you take every precaution to be calm in waking him up.

“Hey.” You whisper gently by his ear but he doesn’t stir.

“Psst.” You nudge him a little and he turns over and buries his face in your neck and it would be adorable but your bottom half is soaking wet in gunk and you need him to wake up. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You move your body as much as you can, provided the current situation, and lean as close to him as you can. You begin to pepper feather light kisses down his neck and across his face.

“Mhmm.” His eyes start to flutter not yet open but so close to consciousness.

“Wake up, I need you.” You purr next to his ears.

“Oh yeah?” He asks sleep still heavy in his voice as he snakes his arms around you as best he can still not quite awake.

“Yes I need you, Buck so bad.” You can tell he’s awake by the way he shifts his lower half and you stifle the laugh that’s threatening to escape.

“What do you need doll? My tongue again ?” He licks behind your ear.

“Your hands.” You say as a  contraction works its way through your body.

“What about my hands do you need doll?”He Has a smirk on his face and it is adorable but it needs to be gone now.

“I need them to drive me to the hospital.”

“What?!” And then his eyes are wide open and  he’s jumping out of bed. He dashes from room to room.

“Buck you’re stressing me out.” You should feel the need to rush to hurry to the hospital, but you don’t especially when your giant doof of a boyfriend is running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

“You should be stressed, doll he’s gonna be here some time today!”

“Unless he isn’t.” You reply as you put your laptop and cell phone into your backpack and putting your hair up into a puff at the top of your head.

“Don’t say that!” He shouts from the bathroom grabbing all of your bathroom toiletries.

“You know,” you begin as you struggle to get up from the bed,”I wasn’t due for another week I bet It’s because last night you dicke-”

“Don’t say that either!” His face went beet red at your words and you couldn’t help but laugh until a contraction damn near knocked you back onto the bed.

“Okay enough messing around let’s go have this baby.” He says as he helps you up on shaky hands.

“You’re shakin’ like a Polaroid picture.” You can feel his anxious energy rolling off him in waves and that isn’t the energy you need around you before a child comes screaming out of you. He smiles and takes a deep breath at your joke before opening the car door for you.

“The deep breathing is supposed to be my thing.”

8 hours. 8 sweaty, tear filled, excruciatingly painful, scary, wonderful, hours. Is how long it took for your baby boy to be born.

“He looks just like you.” Bucky whispers against your neck as he lays next to the both of you.

“Ya think so? He looks like a blob to me.” You are a wreck, but you don’t wanna go to sleep, not yet. You just wanna stare at your beautiful baby boy. With his long black eyelashes and already thick eyebrows, his deep brown eyes  the way his hair turns to beautiful springs whenever you run your fingers through the strands. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Come on doll you need some sleep. I promise you he’ll be here when you wake up.”  

“I just wanna look at ‘im s’more.” The words aren’t even out of mouth before you feel unconsciousness take over.

As soon as your out buck moves fro your side and takes the tiny bundle from your arms and carried him over to the big cushioned chair with him.

“Hi.” its barley a whisper but when tiny brown eyes look up at him he knows it was enough. 

“I’m your…” What the hell was he. Hi tiny new born child I’m your moms boyfriend no that was dumb. He sighed and looked down at the bundle he wasn’t even a day old and Bucky swore the kid was giving him a face like he could hear him over thinking this. 

“I’m your … your buck.” That would have to do for now.

“Glad to finally meet you buddy.” He gently runs a finger over a puffy cheek and down to the light but constant thump over his heart. Hes so little in Buckys giant hands its terrifying and he wants nothing more then to make sure that this kid is the happiest kid in the world and its only been 10 minutes.

When you wake up next Bucky is sitting in the chair with the baby in his arms there is a pacifier on his pinky and his fingers are delicately stroking his tiny fist.

“Doll, can I ask you a serious question.” He wasn’t looking at you instead at the bundle of purple blankets and curly hair in his arms.

“Yeah buck sure.” Your throat is unbearably dry and you need water.

“It’s not that serious. I mean it is but if you don’t wanna I’m not gonna be mad at you I could never be mad at you.” His eyes stayed on the tiny bundle in his arms.

“You’re stalling.” You say around a mouth full of ice chips.

He takes a deep breath and then finally he looks at you and you can see that his eyes are bloodshot and watery.

“Are you cryin’?”

“Have been since you passed out.” He smiles at you as more tears stream down his face.

“Buck what’s wrong? ”You try and sit up but he fixes you with a stern look that tells you to lie back down.

“No, I have a question remember?” He laughs a little before he clears his throat and is looking at the little boy in his hands.

“I never thought i’d have a family after,” You knew good and well what after he meant and he didn’t need to go into details after that. There had been countless talks at 2 in the morning after horrible nightmares. You could already feel the tears prickling at your eyes and your heart was already so heavy. He had been so hurt for so long. “But I have always wanted a baby Barnes, you can ask Steve doll always wanted some runnin’ around the place for as long as I can remember and if you’d be okay with it I was wonderin’ if you’d let ‘im have my last name?”

“Buck.” Its barely a whisper and the tears coming from you are giant and messy. You had wanted to ask if it would be okay if you had given your son his last name but it seemed rather personal for how long you had been together.

“And if that’s too much for you that’s fine but I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t in this for the long run. I’d be the luckiest man alive if I even got to spend time with this kid.”

He wipes the few tears that have gathered on his cheek away before he’s looking at you again.

“Here ya go doll I bet he’s really hungry.”He stands next your bed cradling the baby ever so lightly.

You are full blown sobbing now and you would love to blame it on the emotions of being pregnant and the days events. But it’s not that. You don’t trust your voice not to give way so all you can do is nod your head and whisper through the sobs that wreck you a barely coherent yes.

“Doll, c’mere please.” Bucky called up the stairs to you as he grabbed his son’s favorite sippy cup.

“Gimmie a second Buck!”

“Daddy milk.” Dominic demanded as Bucky handed him the sippy cup.

“I’ll get you milk in a minute buddy. Don’t you want mommy to see our cool shirts?”

“Milk.” He stomped his tiny foot at him and threw the cup down.

With a deep sigh Bucky resigned and picked the tiny child up. “Okay but we gotta be fast so we can see mommy got it?” He jogged his way to the kitchen.

“Got it.” He nodded his head enthusiastically making his curly hair bounce all over. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Powder daddy?” He asked as Bucky placed him on the kitchen counter and went to get the milk and chocolate powder. Bucky grabbed another sippy cup and a glass for himself because he liked chocolate milk too dammit.

“Yeah yeah chocolate milk I know.”

When you finally made it downstairs you couldn’t see either of the boys. You were nervous anybody would be if their significant other called their name and then vanished. When you found them in the kitchen you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from deep inside at what you were staring at. Your son stood on top of the counter, Bucky directly in front of him so he wouldn’t fall as he let out a sea of uncontrollable giggles.

“Mommy.” Dominic says as he sees you standing in the doorway of the kitchen slowly making your way towards them.

“I know we gotta get your face all cleaned first.” Dominic was having none of that though.

“No. Mommy.” He says grabbing his face with both of his chubby hands trying to turn it around so he could see you too.

“Son, please let me wipe your face.” Bucky said as he tried to wipe off the mess that was his son’s chocolate milky face. He had decided that his “little” cup wasn’t good enough and instead his dad’s full glass was perfect and spilled it all over his face.

“No.” He struggled to move past Bucky and over to you.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Watching as the little boy tried his hardest to leap over Buckys shoulder to get to you.

“Nothing! Don’t look yet turn around.”

“Dom why didn’t ya warn me?” Bucky asks as he is finally able to get the milk off his face and neck.

“Mommy?” He asks as he tilts his head to look at Bucky.

When Bucky finally gave you the okay to turn around he was standing behind Dominic holding his tiny fist in either hand as Dom stood on wobbly legs. They both wore matching tan shorts and black t-shirts. Your eyes immediately go to scan Bucky’s and you can’t help but laugh at the white print Tall Drink Of Water. Drink of water your ass he was like the thickest Dairy Queen blizzard ever. Your eyes then fall down to your baby boy and his chubby belly reads Short Sippy Cup Of Juice. You can feel the tears already starting to fall and you hope that Bucky thinks its because your laughing to hard. But the second your brown eyes go back to Bucky’s blue ones you know he knows.

After you had up and left your ex you had thought you’d be alone, planned for it even. Planned to not let anybody in, in order to protect your child and your already fragile heart from more destruction. So  never in a million years did you ever think that you and your child would have anybody in either of your lives let alone anybody as amazing as Bucky. But here he was standing right in front of of you.

“Do you like ‘em doll?”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you took them both in again.

“I love them.” You did love your boys with all your heart.

#leeah writes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x black reader #black reader #poc reader #bucky x woc #shoutout to the weeknd jon bellion and paramore for keeping me company while i wroye this

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“Jade Green Eyes” Part 1

Summary: Alexia Hargrove, Class 5 mutant. She possesses the power of telepathy and  shapeshifting. Growing up with Professor Xavier at his school for “gifted” children, she learned to harness and expand her powers. Now, HYDRA’s on her trail and the Avengers want to keep her safe.

Pairings: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x Mutant Black Reader, Alexia Hargrove (future chapters will include X-Men)

Word Count: 1,320

Warnings: Swearing, angst

A/N: I’ve never attempted to write a mutant fic, so I’m nervous. If all goes well, there will be 2 or 3 more parts. Italics denotes speaking telepathically. Comments are welcome. ENJOY!

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Alexia Hargrove’s life spiralled out of control at the tender age of 5. In kindergarten, Jimmy Watson the class bully, shoved Alexia in the mud during recess and what ensued next was, um, otherworldly? Alexia narrowed her jade green eyes and Jimmy was hurled face first into the mud, coupled with a bloody nose.

 The Hargrove’s were summoned to the Principal’s Office, where the child was reprimanded like an adult. They made a decision that day to “fix” her abnormality.

One blustery fall day, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove received a visit from Charles Xavier and Ororo Munroe from “Xavier’s School For The Gifted.” Alexia had come across their radar via Cerebro, a machine used to locate mutants. At the end of her rope, Mrs. Hargrove didn’t flinch handing Alexia over to Charles Xavier. A deluge of tears ran down her caramel chocolate face. It saddened Alexia to think her parents didn’t want her anymore.  What she didn’t know was they weren’t her biological parents. Little Lexi was dropped off on the church steps. Since Mrs. Hargrove was barren, she stole their hearts. As her powers came to life, they became weary and wanted to get rid of her.

 With time, Alexia learned what her powers were: telekinesis  and shape shifting! Jean Grey, Raven and Scott Summers took her under their wings, instructing Alexia how to control her powers and use them for good. By age 16, she had mastered her powers and was charged with helping other youngsters with the same abilities.

 But we all know where there’s good, there’s also evil. HYDRA started sniffing around and Alexia left the confines of Xavier’s school for France. She assumed a different identity because, after all, she could be whoever she wanted to be.

 At Stark Tower, the Avengers and Nick Fury were engaged in an intense meeting. Producing files with Alexia’s background, the stoic director handed the thick manila folder to Steve. Sam in all of his cocky glory quipped, “Oh my god, would you look at her? Damn she’s fine as hell.”  

 Steve smacked him back to reality. “Calm down Sam. She’s not a piece of meat to be ogled. We’re trying to bring her in because if she stays out there any longer, HYDRA’ll snatch her  for sure. We need to focus.”

 Natasha mused, “I’ve located her in Paris. She’s assumed the identity of a preschool teacher, Emilee Sanderson at The Maison Academy.”

 “Well, there’s no time to waste. Bring her back here in one piece. But be warned, she’s extremely strong. So use caution approaching her.” As Fury turned to leave, he glanced at Cap. “I’m counting on you Cap. We don’t have time to waste.”

 Steve morphed into Captain America mode. “I’ll take Nat and Wanda with me. Wheels up in 30 minutes. Get what you need.”

 The chilled Parisian air forced Alexia to pull the collar up on her coat. A startling chill ran down her svelte body. Sensing danger, she slipped into an alley and turned into a large cat, with deadly jade green eyes. Once Natasha was close enough, Alexia pounced and the malay ensued.

 “Ow shit! Get this fucking thing off me dammit!” The stealthy assassin attempted to remove the heavy cat from her back, but not before Alexia scratched her with long claws.

 Wanda intervened using telepathy. She knew Lexi was frightened and wanted to calm her down. Catapulting off a garbage can onto the ground, Alexia morphed back into human form.

 “Hi my name is Wanda Maximoff . This is Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. We’re part of the  Avengers. Please, we mean you no harm.”

 Alexia nodded, “I know who you are. What do you want?”

 “Can we speak so everyone else can hear it?”

 Alexia folded her arms across her chest, “TALK!”

 Steve stepped forward, “You’re in danger Ms. Hargrove. An organization called HYDRA is onto you.”

 “HYDRA was eradicated after the Washington fiasco or so I thought..”

 Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “No ma’am, HYDRA ain’t gone. As a matter of fact, they’re sniffing around for ya. We came to bring you back to Stark Tower for protection.”

 Alexia chuckled, “You do know I’m a shapeshifter or did you miss my little introduction?”

 Visibly annoyed, Natasha chided, “Look honey. Not only do they know WHO and WHERE you are, they’ve concocted serum and created a mutant stronger than you! So, that being said, your best bet would be to come with us. If you wanna remain free.”

 Wanda pleaded, “Please come with us. We can protect you.”

 “How in the hell can you protect me from someone stronger than I am? You’re joking right?”

 Walking gingerly towards her with his hands up, Steve said,  “Because Stark Tower can block any outside interference, regardless of powers.Your powers will be fine.

Looking between Wanda and Natasha, Alexia had a major decision to make.

“Please follow me to my apartment. It’s about 2 blocks from here.”

 Wanda honed in on Alexia’s mind to detect any malice. “She can be trusted.”

 Approaching Natasha, Alexia apologized. “I’m really sorry for what happened back there. My first instinct is always go on the defensive.”

 “You didn’t know  us, so all’s forgiven.”

Alexia shrugged, “I did know who you were; just didn’t know your intentions.”

  Strolling to her building, she and Wanda engaged in an unspoken conversation.

 “So, how old were you when you knew about your powers?”

“5, that’s when my parents sent me away. What about you?”

“My powers came from Loki’s staff. My brother Pietro and I volunteered with HYDRA and this is what they did to me.” Wanda motioned her hands and red tendrils formed.

“I know about your brother and I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. I miss him so much.”

“I’m an only child, an unwanted child.” Tears pooled in her eyes.

Placing an arm around Alexia’s shoulder, Wanda conveyed, “You’re part of our family now. Dysfunctional, yes, but we make it work.”

 Alexia formed a tight smile.  Wanda’s aura made her feel calm ; Natasha on the other hand, was rough around the edges, causing Lexi to form a wall between Nat and herself. 

 Once inside, Steve laid out all the particulars to Alexia. They’d remain in Paris for a few days so she could tie up any loose ends. Her heart sank thinking about her preschool class. She’d become accustomed to greeting their smiling faces.

 Her personal possessions were meager; a few pictures of Storm, Jean, Raven, Kitty and Professor X and a silver locket with her initials on the front.

 The last day was extremely emotional. Miss LeBlanc, head mistress at The Maison Academy, bid Emilee Sanderson a fond adieu. Alexia spun a convincing story about an urgent family crisis. The portly older woman understood, embraced Emilee and wished her well.

 On the outskirts of an old airfield, Alexia boarded the quinjet. Wanda felt her apprehension and reassured her this was the right thing to do.

 Change was never easy but safely came first. She didn’t want to endanger anyone at the school or where she lived. A bitter taste rose in her mouth. In a matter of hours, Alexia would be back on U.S. soil. Her safety was in the hands of the Avengers. What could possibly  go wrong?

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