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#Bucky Series
purple-babygirl · 2 days
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don't call me daddy V
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader Word count: 4,660 Summary : In a world where littles are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails. Warnings: crying, age regression, fluff, a little angst A/N: i would like to give credits for this part and its idea to🦊nonnie because without her ask there might've not been a fifth part to this story. Having said that, i'm thinking this should be the last part of the story because i am out of scenario your girl is empty. but anyway, please enjoy this one and have a tight hug xx💜💜
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When they arrived back at her house, she was asleep in the passenger seat.
Bucky didn’t want to wake her up. He knew she barely got any sleep last night because of the mean cough she was suffering from and so he carefully carried her inside without a word.
His heart kept speeding up every time he would remember what she called him after taking her shot as he slipped her feet out of her shoes and socks and tucked her in her bed.
He frankly had no idea what he would do if she was to wake up little and if he was ready to be a good daddy to her. What if he messed up again? He seemed to be a pro at that.
Luckily, when she woke up later that night, she was her big self again and didn’t seem to have any recollection of calling Bucky daddy, or if she did, she didn’t mention it.
Bucky gave her her cough syrup and the rest of the meds, helping her go back to sleep as he presumed his place on the floor by her bed.
In a way he couldn’t explain, even her coughs were more comfort than the silence at his house, and definitely more comfort than his nightmares.
It was 12 days of little sleep, a lot of crying, meds, movies and sleepovers until she was fully cured again, and even though Bucky hated that she was sick, those seemed to have been some of the best days he’s ever gotten to live since he’s come back to himself.
He got to laugh with someone, care for someone, comfort someone and enjoy the company of someone. And not just anyone; it was her.
But something was missing still.
Bucky wanted her to call him daddy. More than anything and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to deserve that name, that role.
What Bucky had noticed in the days he’d stayed at her place was that she had no family pictures at all.
She had framed pictures of friends, of herself, of Corgi, but none of family members.
It didn’t come as a surprise because she’d mentioned it to him before, and he just knew that if he wanted to be her caregiver, her daddy, Bucky had to prove to her that he was nothing like those who’d hurt her. He had to prove himself worthy of taking care of her; set himself apart from them.
And to do that, he had to know more.
“I see no family pictures anywhere,” Bucky spoke as he helped her plant the new tulips she had in place.
“Yeah, we’re not close.” She shrugged, hand stuttering just the tiniest bit in their movements.
“Can I ask why?”
She sighed, “why?”
“I’m trying to learn from the mistakes of others.”
She laughed, “really?”
“Really.”
Oh, this wasn’t a joke?
“You know you don’t have to do that anymore, right?” She couldn’t understand why he would want to try again when the report was handed and he was let off the hook.
“I want to. I really want to.” Bucky wished his gloved hands weren’t muddy as they were so he could touch her face.
He found himself craving physical contact around her more often than not.
“You finally believe in the power of the program?” She teased, keeping her focus on the flowers she was rooting.
“No, I couldn’t care less about the institution and its programs.”
“Not even Mrs. Morrison?” She joked again.
“I’m serious, doll.”
“Why then?” She dropped the bulbs, deciding to face Bucky.
“I want it because it’s you I’ll be daddy to.”
“They never loved me for who I was.” She answered his previous question and Bucky felt a pang at his chest.
He’s made her feel the same way.
He remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her in fear that she might stop.
“I always had to be a certain way, say certain things, act a certain way. Do what we say and then we’ll see if we can love you.”
Bucky might’ve been speechless, but his eyes spoke a million words, begging hers for forgiveness for his ignorant mistakes.
“That’s why it hurt so much when you showed me you didn’t accept the little version of me.”
“I’m so sorry-”
She shook her head, stopping him.
“I’ve been rejected for too long, Bucky, too many times. It took me a good while to finally believe that I was worth loving despite my quirks, ugly parts and possible mistakes. Took too long to teach myself that it didn’t matter if I cried all the time, was too clingy or too talkative; I was still lovable.” She pointed to her chest as she finished her words.
Bucky took his gloves off, pulling her in for a hug, unable to stop himself anymore. He had no words, only anger and remorse raging inside his chest.
“It takes you a while to unlearn stuff you’ve been taught your whole life by the people who were supposed to love you the most.” She whispered into his shirt.
“Doll, I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispered back.
“It’s okay.” She looked up at him, “I appreciate you, Bucky, I really do, but I don’t think I’m ready to lose everything I’ve built inside me if you decide in the middle of it that you weren’t fully ready to take on such a responsibility. I forgive you. I promise. But I don’t trust you enough to give up full control of myself and my life to you again. I’m sorry.” She pulled away from the hug, giving Bucky the option to walk away.
“Don’t be. I understand.” He remained in place.
“Are you gonna disappear now?” She wondered with a sad smile.
“No, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” Bucky returned the smile, putting his gloves back on.
She smiled gratefully, “I don’t wanna lose you either. You’re such a great friend. And I owe you forever for taking care of me those past few days.”
“What if I prove myself to you though?” Bucky asked, dipping a tulip bulb in the soil.
“What?” She tilted her head in confusion.
“What if I show you how serious I am about this and prove myself worthy of you?”
“Bucky, you don’t have to do that. I know you have a life, responsibilities-”
“I want to do it. There’s nothing more important to me right now than this. And you.”
“If you’re doing this just because you can’t accept that you failed the program-”
“I swear on my ma’s soul, I want to do this. Because of you, doll. For you and with you.”
The words died on her tongue as she watched his sincere eyes implore hers.
“Would you give me a chance to prove myself to you? Please?”
“Okay, Bucky.” She swallowed, “one chance.”
“That’s all I need.” Bucky smiled.
~ After their conversation in the garden, Bucky had to go home.
She was not sick anymore and he didn’t have a reason to stick around. He also didn’t want to push her on the matter of regressing, so, respectful of her boundaries, he left.
His heart was heavy when he entered his empty apartment to nothing and no one. Being alone in here wasn’t something he enjoyed anymore.
It has been 2 days of intense research that Bucky has conducted on age regression and partners in little space when she texted him that night.
“Mr. Barnes, can you please come over?”
He wasn’t particularly happy about the fact that he was Mr. Barnes again, but he certainly was happy that she thought to text him when little. This was an improvement and it counted to Bucky.
“Will be right there, doll.” He texted back, running to his motorcycle.
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Bucky took in a deep breath before knocking at her door, ready to prove himself a suitable daddy.
She opened with teary eyes, making Bucky’s heart sink.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked as he stepped inside.
“I can’t open the pickle jar and now my hands hurt,” she cried, showing him the insides of her palms and how red they were from trying so hard to twist the cap on the glass jar.
She was indeed a little worried that Bucky might find this stupid, that he might yell at her or get upset because she was crying over something minimal in his eyes.
But that wasn’t the case at all. The man was just thankful that she was alright.
“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed in relief, glad that she wasn’t actually hurt.
Until he remembered that this was a big deal to her. Her hands hurt and she was frustrated because the cap wouldn’t budge.
Moments like these definitely required a daddy.
“I thought Mr. Barnes could help,” she sniffled, her hand wiping under her nose, “metal arm.” She touched his gloved hand.
Bucky chuckled, taking the pickle jar out of her hand, “what if I can do it without the metal arm? What would you give me in return?”
“The biggest pickle?” She offered, wiping her tears away from her eyes, her crying stopping at once.
Bucky laughed at her innocence, “no, I want something else, doll.”
She tilted her head expectantly.
What could Mr. Barnes possibly want? Did he want the whole jar? Would he at least leave her one pickle? She was craving pickles-
“I want you to start calling me Bucky again. No more Mr. Barnes. Can you do that for me, doll?”
Oh, that was something she could do.
“Only if you can open the jar with your not metal hand,” she challenged, her little mind amazed by the idea because look at her hand! It had red marks all over when she tried opening that jar.
“You got it,” Bucky said, easily twisting the cap on the jar open, making her mouth open with it.
“Woah,” she whispered as Bucky handed her the jar with a laugh.
“You’re welcome, doll.” He smiled, watching her chew on a crunchy pickle.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She smiled back, offering him a big pickle.
Bucky’s nerves tingled, knowing he was one step closer to her and his desired title.
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Moving forward, Bucky learned to distinguish between her big self and little self through texts.
Her little self would always talk about him and herself in third person.
Plus, her big self always needed help with bigger things like needing Bucky to fix her sink or look at her car, knowing he might burn down the city if she went back to asking Adam for help with those things.
Her little self, on the other hand, would need help with the lighter things, the sweeter things. She would call asking for help with Corgi, something too high on a shelf or even just wanting Bucky’s company.
Tonight was one of those nights.
It was thundering more than usual and Bucky had wanted to go and be with her, but he didn’t want to invade her privacy.
But then she called and her scared voice saying his name had Bucky moving even before she uttered the words.
He was proud that she now knew that he was just only one call away; that he would come running whenever she needed. She could finally count on him to be there for her and he couldn’t be more contented.
He knew that consistency was important in relationships, especially one where she was little.
“Hey, doll, it’s okay. It’s just a little thunder,” Bucky cooed, rubbing her back as she let him inside.
“I’m not scared anymore now that Bucky is here.” She smiled, her breathing visibly slowing down.
“Well, I’m staying the night so you have nothing to worry about,” he chuckled, following her to the bedroom.
“Bucky covered his motorcycle?” she asked, worried his vehicle would get ruined.
“Leave that for now, we’ll hose it down together tomorrow when it’s sunny.”
“Corgi loves the hose,” she spoke out the first thought that came to her mind and Bucky loved it, laughing heartily at her comment.
The dog’s ears perked at the sound of his name, jumping at Bucky’s feet as soon as he entered the bedroom, waiting for his share of pets.
He bent down to give the dog some love when he heard her sigh.
“Corgi loves Bucky too.” She smiled shyly, internally wishing her name was Corgi.
“Bucky loves Corgi right back,” Bucky whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
She only smiled bigger, running to her bed and getting under the covers.
When Bucky got down to sleep on the floor that night, however, she slipped off her bed and right next to him.
“Doll, the floor is too cold for you. Sleep on your bed, come on.” Bucky sat up, wanting to help her up on the bed again but she wouldn’t move.
“Wanna be next to Bucky,” she said with a pout.
“But-”
“I know Bucky can’t sleep on beds. It’s okay. Doll will sleep here,” she told him, squeezing Wolfie in her arms.
Bucky’s heart fluttered and it made his mind light up with an idea only a true daddy would have.
“Do you wanna build a fort?” He suggested and her face instantly beamed with a smile as she nodded.
Of course she did!
That night as Bucky gathered all of her soft blankets to make her a floor mattress inside a fort full of fluffy pillows, he knew he was smitten.
This girl had him head over heels for her and there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t do just to see her smile.
“Can Bucky please tell me a story?”
“Sure, doll. Do you have any books I can read to you from?”
“I have books that big me likes but I don’t want those.”
“What would you like then?”
“I want a story that is Bucky’s. Tell me a story you didn’t tell anyone at the institution.”
Oh, she was jealous. The thought made Bucky smile as he pulled the covers up to her neck to make sure she was warm down on the floor.
“Okay, you ready?” Bucky asked, dimming the lights in her room.
She made herself comfortable under the covers, big eyes watching Bucky’s handsome grin as the cozy atmosphere he’s created comforted her through the storm, “ready.”
“Once upon a time, there was a small idiot who picked up fights with boys much bigger than himself. His name was Steve…”
Bucky fell asleep with his hand stroking her hair, watching her soft breaths leave her chest that night without abruptly waking up in the middle of it for the first time in forever.
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Bucky didn’t know what it was like to be her, but he was going to do his best to put himself in her shoes like she’d previously tried.
She deserved to be fully and entirely understood.
He witnessed a glimpse of her feelings towards the concept of family a couple of times when they would watch movies like The Lion King or Lilo and Stitch.
She didn’t seem to be affected by the death of Mufasa even though he knew her to be a very sensitive little. She was sad for Simba, of course, but not for Mufasa’s demise. Similarly with Lilo and Stitch, she didn’t care much about the concept of the family.
There was an actual barrier separating her from experiencing any positive feelings that came with the idea of family. Because she had none to associate with hers.
With some more research, Bucky managed to find a few animated movies that didn’t seem to revolve around the idea of family love and how family was everything and whatnot.
One of those movies was The Willoughbys. The movie depicted how neglecting some parents can be and that 2 people loving each other and getting married didn’t necessarily mean they would love their children too.
It was a very unique movie and Bucky was actually happy they could make such movies nowadays.
When the song I Choose You started playing in the movie, Bucky felt her small hand squeezing into a fist.
He silently wrapped his hand around hers, offering quiet comfort and support.
He looked down to see tears in her innocent eyes as she showed her feelings for the first time during one of their movie nights.
 “Bucky chooses me?” she croaked, lip trembling as she cried.
“Bucky chooses you, doll. Wholeheartedly.” Bucky reassured, bringing her knuckles to his lips.
“I choose Bucky, too.” She pulled him down by one cheek to leave a kiss on the other.
Bucky froze.
It was the first time she’s kissed him since he applied that cream on her burnt hand back at his house. She did it on her own, too.
“And I choose Corgi,” she said, running her fingers through the hair of the puppy sleeping soundly on her lap.
“That’s right, and Corgi chooses you. Family doesn’t have to be the ones you were born with, doll,” Bucky told her as he wiped her tears away, “you can choose the family you want for yourself”.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him tight, afraid he might not be real and that this moment is all made up.
“You’re welcome, doll.” Bucky kissed the side of her head as they pulled away.
“Can I choose Adam, too?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper as she gauged Bucky’s reaction.
She could actually hear his chest rumble with a low “argh” before he nodded despite himself, making her giggle.
“Don’t worry. I only have one Bucky.” She reassured, slinging her arm around Bucky’s metal one.
One daddy, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She was still scared.
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Bucky knew that she needed her own independent time alone sometimes even when little, and he would allow her just that, texting throughout the day just to make sure she was okay, reminding her to drink water and take care of herself.
But there was one particularly hard weekend when she felt real down about some of her plants dying as the storm took them out of the ground.
When she opened the door she was clearly disheveled, hair all messy and looking like it hadn’t been brushed all week.
“Hey, doll,” Bucky spoke gently as he closed the door behind him.
She quickly ran into his arms, needing the comfort more than anything, “my plants are dead and Corgi peed on my new carpet and my hair doesn’t smell like shampoo anymore and I’m-”
Damn. She was spiraling. She just slipped out of his hug and on the floor. Oh no.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here now and I got you, okay?” Bucky tried his best to reassure her, getting on his knees before her to look into her eyes.
“Okay,” she hiccupped, nodding even though she wasn’t fully convinced.
“What happened to the plants?” Bucky wanted to handle her concerns one at a time.
“My apple trees were pulled out of place because of the storm,” she started sobbing again as she remembered what had happened to her hard word.
“Okay, okay, tell you what, I’ll put them back in place, okay?”
“Really?” She sniffed.
“Really.” Bucky smiled kindly.
“Okay.” She nodded, trying to control her breathing.
“And we’ll throw the new carpet in the washing machine, and keep Corgi in his playpen with pee pads,” Bucky gave her the steps of how the day was going to go, leading her by the hand to where Corgi was.
“Okay.” She nodded again, her tears ceasing.
“And while the carpet is being washed, I’ll help you wash your hair. Does that sound okay?” Bucky asked her permission, wanting to make sure she was completely comfortable.
“Yes.” She was finally smiling again as well.
“Okay, let’s get you in here,” Bucky told the puppy before placing him inside his playpen.
He spread a few sheets on which the dog could pee if needed before collecting the affected mat.
“Let’s take this to the washing machine,” Bucky voiced his movements, wanting to put her at ease as he kept her hand in his and walked with her to the bathroom.
“In you go.” Bucky threw the rug inside the washing machine along with some detergent.
“Now what do we do?” He asked her, wanting to keep her out of her head.
“Wash doll’s hair?” She asked with half a smile.
“That’s right, get in there.” Bucky tilted his head towards the bathtub with a smile.
And for some reason, it was different this time. He didn’t feel all weird seeing her naked. Maybe it was because he knew her better this time and was familiar with her in more ways than one that such intimacy didn’t startle him. He wasn’t sure, but Bucky wasn’t complaining, only grateful as she closed her sweet eyes and trusted him to wash her hair for her.
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“Alright, show me how it’s done,” Bucky encouraged, instructing her to whip her hair to the front so he could wrap the towel around it.
She did as told with a giggle, dangling her hair before her and letting Bucky wrap it up the best he could.
“Off to the couch.” Bucky chuckled as he watched her skip in her cashmere bathrobe to her couch.
Later after Bucky has brushed her hair for her, he helped her get dressed and they went outside together to replant the fallen apple saplings the wind had knocked down just like he promised.
The smile on her face was new and unmatched as she watched Bucky handle her plants with care.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him close, hardly wanting to let go as they stood in the middle of her garden.
Bucky was now rooted in her heart just like the plants in her gardens were in their soil.
She didn’t think she could be away from him anymore. She didn’t want to be away from him anymore.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she whispered timidly as they started walking back to the house.
“What do you want on your piz- what did you say?” Bucky stopped in his tracks.
“I’m hungry.” She bit her lip and looked away quickly, hesitant now that his eyes were on her.
“Before that, doll.” Bucky brought her eyes back to his by her chin.
“D-daddy?”
Bucky smiled a smile that reached his eyes as they lit up with gratitude. He couldn’t believe he was finally hearing that word.
“Daddy’s thinking pizza, doll. Sound okay?”
Her face glowed up with her own smile as she witnessed Bucky, with full commitment, refer to himself as daddy.
She nodded, knowing this was going to be the most delicious pizza she was ever going to eat.
~
“What is daddy thinking?” she asked when she noticed his eyes on her, slipping a loose strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.
“Just thinking about all the things you make me feel, doll.” He smiled, turning his face to kiss her hand before it left his face.
Her face started heating up as she retracted her hand, tingles spreading all over her, “things like what?”
“You make me feel like there’s still good in this world. Like I’m worth patience and kindness and maybe even… love,” Bucky voiced his feelings, eyes dreamy as they watched her pretend to be focused on organizing her stuffies’ seats on the floor.
“You are, daddy,” she replied sincerely, hurting inside that Bucky might doubt this even a little.
“I can’t believe I was so horrible to you, doll.” Bucky’s sigh came out hot from his chest, holding so much regret.
“That’s in the past, daddy. Doll doesn’t think about it no more.” She smiled, her littler hand covering his own lovingly before giving a soothing squeeze.
“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” Bucky held her hand up and gave the back of it a noisy kiss.
She laughed, face heating up more at the sweet attention, “no body’s perfect, remember?”
Bucky tried to continue laughing with her but he was still kicking himself for what he did to her during her visit to his house.
“How did you even tolerate me back then, doll? I was the worst.” Bucky covered his face with his hands as he threw his head back, laying on his back on the floor full of shame.
“That’s not true. You just misunderstood me and that happens!” She was quick to defend him, refusing the idea that he would even criticize himself, “daddy is the best.”
“I know, but it still gave me no right to treat you the way I did.” Bucky’s eyes teared up at the memories of his very mean words and actions, “I made you cry a lot.” He struggled to forgive himself for that one.
“Daddy, I forgave you, I swear,” she promised, her hands cradling his full cheeks.
She felt like her heart might stop from sadness if Bucky was to cry right now.
“I’m really sorry. I’m really really sorry, doll.” Bucky’s eyes were sincere, holding so much emotion in them that she felt her own begin to fill up with tears.
“Daddy, you don’t need to apologize no more,” she whispered, doing her best to hold back tears.
“You have made me the luckiest man on earth by accepting me as your caregiver, your daddy, and you’ve taught me so much, doll.” Bucky actually started crying, a lot of held-inside feelings coming out at once.
“Daddy.” Her thumb wiped under his eyes gently as she felt her own tears roll down, “don’t say stuff like that”.
“But I need to. Because you did. You taught me unconditional love and acceptance. You taught me what it means to live again. Doll, your patience with my terribleness has taught me that maybe I’m not a hopeless case after all, and that this shell of a man with a metal arm might be capable of things he thought have been wiped from his memory long ago.”
“Daddy, please stop crying,” she sobbed, pressing her forehead to his chin as her attempts at wiping his tears away have proven to be futile.
“I love you so much, doll. I love you with every old bit of me and if you’ll have me…”
“Daddy?” she raised her head, eyes on Bucky’s face, trying to read his expression.
Could Bucky really be asking what she thought he was asking?
“Doll, I want you to be my baby for more than just a few days. Would you give me that honor? Would you let me be your daddy for real?”
“Daddy, are you sure?” she nervously bit her lip.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything more.” Bucky promised.
She nodded frantically, afraid the offer might disappear if she took too long to respond, “yes.”
“Thank you, doll.” Bucky breathed as he pulled her to him, strong arms engulfing her in a protective hug.
“Daddy will not regret it later?” her eyes watched him, a small hint of doubt still tainting her trust.
“Do you like the moon, doll?”
“Yes.” She tilted her head, not understanding the relation between her question and Bucky’s answer.
“You know how our sky only has one moon?”
She nodded.
“My heart is just like that. It can only have one doll no matter how much time passes.”
“Oh.” She sniffled, trying to hold the tears in.
“I love you, doll.” Bucky gave her hair a long kiss.
“I love you, daddy.” She kissed his chest, her arms tightening their hold around him as best as she could, never wanting to be away from him again.
And she wasn’t going to be. Bucky was an idiot who let her go once; never again was he going to make that mistake.
He was blessed with her now and he was going to spend every day of his life proving he was worthy of this blessing.
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Forty Five
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.
Word count: 1,483
Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. Domestic abuse mentioned. This one is short, im sorry.
A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.
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‘Grace and Bunny’s Haven’
Each letter engraved in the bricks bold and proud on the administration building. Behind it stood the housing unit which looked more like a manor than anything. There was large fence that sounded the whole property, the gate opening for safety to those who needed it, right where her former home use to sit.
True to his word Bucky let Y/n bulldoze the remains of the house she spent her early childhood being tortured in. Surprisingly it was very therapeutic for her. The massive smile on her face when the remains went down made Bucky’s heart tingle.
In five years the woodland that once was a sanctuary for Y/n had been transformed into a sanctuary for women in need.
The manor had twenty bedrooms with the same amount of bathrooms, at the time of opening there was only ten available rooms as the rest were still being done up. A large and spacious kitchen, two large living rooms, a huge dining hall, a kids play room that had already been filled with books and toys that were either donated or brought new. There was a day room at the back that had a skylight, it was beautiful in the summer. Two rooms on the lower floor was to be used as counselling rooms Y/n had already hired councillors and actually let them have their say on how the rooms were decorated.
On the grounds there was a park for children with slides, swings, seesaws and other fun little things for children. Sam just had to go on the slides and swings to make sure they worked, so he said. On the other side there was a green house, it was something that her mama always said she wished she had.
Owners of furniture stores were kind enough to donate furniture for each of the rooms, people went through their homes finding things that could be donated when word got out about Grace and Bunny’s Haven, a lot of children things ranging from clothes, shoes, books and toys were mainly donated. A couple came with a moving van and gave Y/n cots for babies, pushchairs, highchairs and many other different things for babies, they explained that they use to run a day-care out of their home, they retried two years prior they no longer needed them. Y/n could have cried as she hugged them and thanked them.
The finishing touches were being done when a woman no older than twenty five showed up seeking safety with her two three year old twins. Charlotte became the first person to be under their protection.
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The doors opened two days after Y/n’s forty fifth birthday and already five rooms were being used. Charlotte and her twins taking up one room seeking safety from her abusive ex boyfriend, Maryanne was in her mid-thirties and had a son who was seven years old. Carla had five children with her when she showed up covered in bruises, she and her youngest had a room together whilst the other four had the room next to hers. Robin was the youngest out of the women at nineteen, when Y/n heard her story it broke her heart, poor girl had gotten pregnant when she was seventeen two months before she gave birth her boyfriend had been killed in a car crash, hers and his family had turned their backs on her and the baby for over a year she bounced from one place to the next with her daughter until she found a flyer at the hotel she managed to save enough money to stay at for a few nights. The next day she showed up asking for help.
All of the children got along with each other, unknown to them they had actually broke the ice between their moms as none of them knew what to say to the other. Now the four women were friends and helped each other out when needed.
“I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?” Bucky asked after handing Steve another box of things that had been donated.
“I couldn’t have done it without you Ducky”
“I didn’t do anything my love”
“You brought the land, got everything ready-slow down Luca or you’ll trip-” Luca was the second oldest of Carla’s, he was running past the administration building to go and play on the park with the other children.
“But you’re the one giving these women hope and safety, not me I’m just doing all the heavy lifting”
“Heavy lifting? Buck you keep picking up boxes full of clothes” Steve shouted from the storage room.
“Fuck off. Do you need me to do anything Bun?”
“Nope, actually you could help Steve we got a rather large donation in last night so”
“I can do that, gimme a kiss first”
Kissing Bucky before he went over the storage room, Y/n stood at the front desk with a smile on her face. Proud of how everything turned out, proud of the fact that she could help women who needed it. Every time the moms saw her they thanked her, every time, even though she told them that they didn’t need to thank her at all, they still did.
Wanda had come and brought the twins along with Y/n’s and Bucky’s children who were all currently playing tag with the other children, their laughs brought a smile to her face. When the gates came open and a police car drove up to the administration building, this wasn’t new as Maryanne and her son was brought to her in a police car, what was new though was that instead of a woman sitting in the back it was a man.
“Morning Mrs Barnes” Officer Jones greeted as he got out of the driver seat.
“Morning, who is he?”
“He needs safety and yes I know this is a place for women but he needs help, no one else is willing to take him in”
“Oh. Right well let’s get him in so I can interview him” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw his wife walking in front of a man and two little kids and Officer Jones, he gave Y/n a questioning look that she just waved off.
Y/n offered a seat to the man and told the two young children play with the toys that were in the room whilst Officer Jones stood at the door. “Hi I’m Y/n, your name is?”
“Henry. Look I understand if you can’t take me in just say no so I can fin-“
“Who said I can’t take you in?”
“I’m a man”
“And? Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean anything. How about you give me the rundown of why you are looking for help and-“
“So you can judge me?”
“Why would I judge you?”
“Because I’m a man, a man that would get beat the shit out of him by his wife. The mother of his two kids, been put in hospital more times than I can recall, never once laid a hand on her. Never. I’m a man who’s now seeking help at a place that was made just for women, bet you think I’m weak don’t you?”
“You’re not weak because you married an abuser Henry. You’re not weak for coming here asking for help. You’re not weak at all so please do not think that about yourself”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to snap. I promise”
“It’s okay, Henry look at me, it’s okay I promise. How about you tell me about your babies, yeah?”
“My oldest is Robbie he’s five, youngest is Lucy she’s two”
“Five and two, how old are you?”
“Thirty three ma’am.”
“Have you filled for divorce?”
“Yes but she refuses to sign them”
“Okay, can you write down any allergies you and the kids have and any medication you or they need please?”
“W-what?”
“Allergies and medication…”
“No I understand that b-but are you really letting us stay here?”
“Of course I am, Grace and Bunny’s Haven is a safe place for everyone who’s victim of domestic abuse. A room is already set up for you, I’ll give you the tour when you are ready”
“Tha-thank you, thank you so much”
After giving Henry and his children a tour, she introduced him to the women who was understandably nervous but they trusted Y/n’s judgement, they knew that she wouldn’t bring a man into their sanctuary if he wasn’t trustworthy or had gone through what they had gone through themselves.
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Getting home that night Y/n had a hot shower whilst Bucky got the children into bed, she was proud of what she had created and though she had some understanding of what these women and man was and had gone through it didn’t stop her from getting emotional thinking about the pain they went through.
Bucky held her tight that night as they slept.
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jealousy and flirtation
6: INVESTIGATION LAUNCHED
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After being told by Juniper about Bucky's betrayal, you do everything in your power to distract yourself. Wanda makes a discovery, and Steve and Thor realize they need to up their ante if they're ever going to fix things.
Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, angst, mention of sex, mention of hard drug usage, reader is self-destructive.
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His hands are all over you, but you can barely feel them. You're too lost in the kiss to know which parts of your body he's groping, but you do know it feels good to be focusing on something physical rather than floating in your mind. "Shall we head back to my place?" He mumbles, pulling his lips away from yours for just enough time to spill out the question.
You pull his head down, resuming the kiss and ignoring his query. It isn't until someone clears their throat beside you and bursts your bubble that you finally pull away. Turning your head to the side, you see Thor, semi-healed bruises adorning his chin and cheek, and he doesn't look happy.
"What are you doing?" Thor asks, shooting a cold look at the man who still has his hands on your ass.
"What?" You respond blankly, shrugging your shoulders.
"We're in public, you know," Thor says lowly, glancing around the diner. "And that's Tony. You know, your ex? The asshole you swore never to go back to, ever again?"
With an eye-roll, you take your hands off of Tony's shoulders and take a step towards Thor. "Chill out, T," You say casually. "It's nothing serious. Not like we're dating, or anything."
"For now," Tony says with a lazy smirk, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "What's wrong, Odinson? She finally realized she misses my dick. Nothing wrong with that."
You grimace at his words, but do nothing to push him off of you. That would take more energy than you have right now.
Suddenly, Thor's eyes narrow as he stares at your face. "What are you on?" He asks accusatorily.
With a dry laugh, you look away from him. "Oh, my God. What are you, my father?" You ask with a scoff. "Just leave me alone, T, I'm fine."
"Yeah, T, she's fine," Tony repeats slyly, pulling you closer into him.
You give Thor a pointed look, silently telling him that he needs to back off. Thankfully, he both understands and complies, clenching his jaw as he turns and leaves.
"Thank fuck he's gone," Tony mutters. "Was totally killing my buzz. You want another pill?"
You know what the right answer is - no. You should sober up and head home, and get a grip of yourself. But that means you have to think about things, and you don't want to have to think about Bucky. A cold layer of embarrassment coats your skin as you're reminded of the conversation you had with Juniper a few days ago, and immediately you decide this bender isn't over yet. "Yes," You reply to Tony, who gives you an eager grin in response.
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Juniper is having a great day.
After waking up in Bucky's bed, knowing that there's no other girl threatening to take that place anymore, how could today be anything less than great? She was a little worried there when you came into the picture - the girl who Juniper was sure was the one Bucky would sometimes talk to Steve about. He found you pretty, stunning was the word he'd often use, but apparently he never had a reason to talk to you, so you just ended up being conversation fodder when he needed to fill a silence or when Steve asked him if he was interested in anyone.
But then, you approached him.
Juniper didn't see you as a threat until that party. You were everything she wasn't; girly, flirty, and the type to spend an hour doing your makeup. You were the ultimate antithesis of her, which is what she found the most frustrating. Bucky knew he enjoyed spending time with Juniper - he got along with her better than anyone else - so why would he go for someone that was so... not her?
But none of that mattered anymore because as swiftly as you entered Bucky's life, you chose to exit it again. He was heartbroken, but Juniper knew he'd get over it. As long as you stopped trying to get back with him, that was.
"I think you should try dating apps," Wanda suggests as she digs her fork into the spaghetti Steve made last night. "There's no misunderstanding on dating apps. You know exactly what you're there for, and what they're there for."
Juniper's eyes narrow at Wanda, but the redhead simply ignores her. She's known Juniper for far too long and knows her far too well to be intimidated by her.
"I don't know," Bucky grumbles, nursing his iced coffee as he rests his arms on the marble island. "I tried in freshman year, but-"
"What?" Juniper cuts in with wide eyes. "What are you talking about?"
He lets out a half-laugh, shaking his head. "It was nothing serious. I had Tinder for a little while, but-"
"Jamie, how could you not have told me that!" She exclaims, grabbing his arm. "I never saw that app on your phone?"
Bucky raises a brow. "Uh, yeah, like I said, I didn't have it for long. Realized it wasn't for me," He explains, looking back to Wanda who has an amused look on her face. "I need to know there's a spark in person, you know what I mean? I dont wanna spend weeks or months talking just to find out that we don't click in real life."
Realizing she's dealing with a hopeless romantic rather than a typical frat boy, Wanda nods. "Understood," She mumbles, before frowning. "You should put yourself out there in other ways, then. When's the last time you had a girlfriend? Was it that Wren girl?"
Juniper stiffens. If she was glaring at Wanda before, she's now shooting a death stare her way. "We don't say that name in this house," She says gravely.
Bucky chuckles, nudging her arm. "It's fine, Junie, it was three years ago," He says casually, before nodding at Wanda. "Uh, yeah. Nothing serious since then." Bucky couldn't help but wonder if he was the problem. He wasn't a typical frat boy who was only after sex - he wanted more. He wanted the relationship, and the anniversaries, and the intense arguments that only happened when two people really cared for each other. But maybe there was something missing in him. Something that made him unsuitable for a healthy relationship.
"Why'd that end, again?" Wanda inquires, enjoying the way that the topic is making Juniper squirm.
"She turned out to be a crazy bitch, and was jealous of my relationship with Jamie," Juniper says bitterly. "She tried to come between us and turn him against me. She was insane!"
"It came out of nowhere. And then, she just ghosted me," Bucky mumbles with a shrug, realizing it's still a slight sore spot. "Dropped out."
"That's weird," Wanda mutters with suspicious eyes. "What exactly was she saying to turn you against Juniper?"
"Do we really have to go over this?" Juniper interjects with her hands folded across her chest. "You were there, Maximoff. You know what happened."
"I don't remember the details," Wanda counters. "Just that there was a huge argument at Bucky's birthday party. Didn't you have a fight with her?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Juniper snaps before closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. "Like I said, she was crazy, and tried to make me out to be the crazy one. I hate girls that can't handle it when their boyfriend is friends with a female - like, how insecure can you get?"
Bucky, having been lost in his thoughts before Juniper's last comment, sits up. "There was a lot she was accusing Junie of, but it's been three years. We were practically still kids at that point," He says simply. "I'm sure she has her own explanation for whatever happened, wherever she is."
"Right," Wanda mumbles almost inaudibly.
"Anyway," Juniper says, clapping her hands together. "Enough about dating. Jamie - what you need is some time with your number one girl. Let's go out and do something fun!"
While Bucky and Juniper make plans for their day, Wanda is reserved. Something doesn't feel right to her, and she isn't the type to be able to forget and move on.
So, when Bucky and Juniper leave to go to the movies, Wanda makes her way to the Student Services building.
It's a small building connected to the library, but it's exactly what she needs. As she walks in, she sees that it's almost empty except for the blond at the reception desk. She's wearing a white polo neck with the college's logo on the right side, and on the left is a nametag that reads YELENA.
Yelena looks up from the steamy book she's reading to see none other than the girl she's been daydreaming about standing before her. She quickly pinches herself to make sure she isn't still daydreaming, holding back a wince when it smarts. Could this be a weed-induced hallucination?
"Hi, Stu- welcome to Student Services," Yelena says, stumbling over the phrase she's been saying every day for the past year. "What can I help you with today?"
Wanda rests her upper body on the counter, leaning forward. The sight of her cleavage makes Yelena stir in her seat. "Hi. Is this the right place for student records?" Wanda asks, looking at the copious filing cabinets behind the desk.
In a daze, Yelena just stares up at Wanda with parted lips. How could one human being hold so much sex appeal?
"Hello?" Wanda cuts in, furrowing her brows. "You okay?"
Snapping out of it, Yelena blinks quickly. "Yes. I'm sorry, I just-"
"Don't worry about it," Wanda says coolly, noticing the way her words make Yelena's cheeks flush. "I was just wondering about student records?"
Making sure to focus on Wanda's words rather than the way her lips move when she says them, Yelena nods. "Uh, would you like to see your file?" She asks, assuming Wanda's here for the same reason as plenty of other students.
"Not exactly," Wanda says slowly, standing up straight. "I need to see someone else's."
Yelena's eyebrows fly up. "Oh. Um... that isn't... you can't actually... that would be a data breach-"
"I hate this stuff," Wanda cuts in, tapping the perspex board between them with her knuckle. "Feels suffocating. Is it okay if I come around to talk to you?"
Stunned, Yelena just stares at her wide-eyed. Deciding to take her silence as permission, Wanda walks through the door on the right and enters the office, looking at the filing cabinets before making her way over to where Yelena is sitting. Wanda sits on the desk while Yelena tries to remember how to breathe.
"It's just one person's record I really need to see," Wanda says lowly. "Really, really bad."
The smell of Wanda's strawberry scented shampoo is all Yelena can focus on. And when Wanda reaches out to tuck a piece of Yelena's hair behind her ear, Yelena's a goner. "Yeah," She breathes out weakly. "Anything you want."
Wanda beams down at her. "I don't know her last name, but there was a student called Wren who dropped out in freshman year. Three years ago, now. Can you find her file?" She asks sweetly.
"We destroy all data on drop-outs a year after they leave," Yelena says with a slight frown, wondering how she can help the angel in front of her. "But..."
"But?" Wanda repeats with a hopeful look.
"Do you know why she left? If there was some kind of issue, bigger than just the fact that she didn't like it here, there may be records in Paladin; our safeguarding database," Yelena says.
"I'm not sure why she left," Wanda admits. "But it might be worth a try."
"If she made any complaint at all, about a staff member or fellow student, it'll be on Paladin," Yelena says as she pulls up the website on her computer. "Legally, we have to keep that data for, like, ever."
"Makes sense," Wanda mumbles, getting off the desk and instead sitting on the arm of Yelena's chair. Yelena's breath hitches in her throat but she does her best to remain calm, swallowing thickly as the website loads up.
"What did you say her name was, again?" Yelena asks, trying to keep her eyes on the screen. It takes some time to find her, but thankfully there aren't many Wrens on record, and only one who was a freshman three years ago. "That's odd," Yelena mutters.
"What is it?" Wanda asks, her heart racing.
"There's a complaint here, but it wasn't written by Wren," Yelena says with a frown. "It was written about her."
Wanda and Yelena share a quick look before Yelena quickly clicks onto it, and Wanda begins to read it aloud. "Wren Wragley needs to be reprimanded for her conduct. It is disgusting what she has gotten away with. Professor Derrickson is a respectable man and she took advantage of his kindness, offering him sexual favors in return for high grades. I overheard this myself after class had ended. She is a threat to the reputation of this college and needs to be dealt with accordingly," Wanda reads, shaking her head. Her eyes lower until she sees who the complaint was written by. "Juniper Ann Johnson."
"No fucking way," Yelena whispers, eyes wide.
"What does that mean at the bottom?" Wanda asks, pointing to a box with red text in it that reads, Investigation launched. Unfounded.
"It means they looked into it but didn't find any proof," Yelena explains. "That's a serious accusation - I assume they'd have asked Derrickson and Wren for their side, maybe interviewed Juniper for more details regarding the date and time, and checked the CCTV footage of whenever she said it happened."
"So, she lied," Wanda whispers, her stomach flipping. She knows Juniper has a cruel streak and can be protective over Bucky, but she never thought Juniper could take it this far. "What's her surname, again? Wragley?"
"Yep," Yelena answers. "Sorry there aren't more details."
"No, it's fine; I can find her on socials," Wanda says before turning back to Yelena. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate this." With that, she leans down and places a soft kiss to Yelena's cheek.
Knowing she can't squander this opportunity, Yelena says, "You seem a little shaken. Wanna smoke?"
Wanda raises a brow. "You have weed?"
Yelena lets out a scoff, sitting back on her chair. "Only the best on campus," She says arrogantly.
"Yeah," Wanda breathes out, running a hand through her hair. She needs to process the information she just learned and she can't do it sober. "Fuck it."
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"What is this?" You ask as you look around campus which is busier than it usually is on a Tuesday evening. There's music playing and some stalls set up along with the smell of smoky food, but you can't tell what the event is.
"I don't know, but I'm feeling this music," Tony mumbles with his arm around your hip. He walks you closer to the large speakers where there's a big crowd. Some people are dancing and singing along, but you're too high to make out the words. "What the fuck is going on?" Tony asks with a laugh, his eyes bright.
You look around, stopping when your eyes land on Bucky. He's by the barbecue and Juniper's got her arms wrapped around him. Immediately, you feel sick to your stomach. Bucky's eyes flicker around until they meet yours, and you quickly look away, unable to maintain eye contact with him after learning what a bastard he is.
"Tony," You whisper, pulling on his arm.
"Yeah, babe?" He asks, looking down at you.
You place your hands on his face and pull him down for a kiss, half wanting a distraction and half wanting to piss Bucky off. That is, if he even cares about you - but even if he doesn't, you're sure the primal side of him will hate that his enemy is sleeping with who used to be his girl. Maybe he'll feel some sort of possessiveness and it'll make him sick to see Tony grabbing your ass - that thought keeps you going.
"Hey," A deep voice calls out from next to you, and a part of you thinks it's Bucky. You pull away from the kiss and look up to see Thor who doesn't look happy at all.
"What's up?" You ask him while Tony continues sucking on your neck.
"I've had enough," Thor booms. "This is over. You're coming with me."
"Excuse me?" You scoff. "You're not my dad. Leave me alone."
Thor sighs, his eyes narrow. "I let you off last time, but this is going too far. I don't wanna see you with this fucking asshole," He says, glaring at Tony who pulls back and glares right back at him.
"Loosen up, Odinson, we're just having some fun," Tony utters in a bored tone. "You can have her back when I'm done. 'Kay?"
Having had enough, Thor shoves Tony back before grabbing you by the wrist and marching you away, ignoring your protests. You claw at his hand in an effort to get him to release his grip but there's no use; he's a strong man with a clear goal in mind, and you have no chance against that.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You yell as he drags you across campus, causing a few people to give you strange looks - including Bucky, who has an unreadable expression on his face. "Get off me, you're being insane!"
"I'm being insane?" Thor asks, taking you back towards the dorms. "You were making out with Stark! He's the last man you'd ever want to make out with!"
You let out a loud sigh, giving up on trying to escape and letting him drag you to your apartment building. "I said that over a year ago. Minds can change, you know," You say with a bored tone.
"Not yours, and not about Stark," He says gruffly, using his key card to get into the building. It isn't until he gets you in the elevator that he speaks again, his voice a little calmer. "What's going on, huh? You've been off since Friday. Did something happen?"
You keep your mouth shut, leaning your back against the mirror and watching the small screen as it slowly reaches 7. Once the doors open up, you walk out and make your way to your shared apartment with Yelena. Thor lives two floors up, but follows you into your place.
"There you are!" Yelena exclaims with wide eyes from where she's sitting cross-legged on her yellow yoga mat, arms outstretched upwards and hands clasped together in a fist above her head. "You've been gone for days, I was worried sick!"
"Days?" Thor repeats, narrowing his eyes at you.
"I texted you," You say to Yelena, ignoring Thor.
"Yeah, once on Saturday morning and then nothing for the past four days," Yelena says with a raised brow as she lowers her arms. "Where you been?"
"You should ask her who she's been with," Thor grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. "That's what's concerning me."
"Concerning you?" Yelena asks with a frown as she slowly stands up. "Why? Who were you with?"
You kick off your shoes and push them against the wall beside the door before making your way to the kitchen, deciding you can't be bothered to receive a lecture from Yelena. She watches you, baffled, as you walk into the kitchen and shut the door behind you. While you pour yourself some orange juice from the refrigerator, you hear Thor's muffled voice before Yelena lets out a loud, shrill, "What?"
Groaning inwardly, you lean back against the refrigerator, waiting for the chaos to unfold. The door to the kitchen is slammed open and Yelena storms in, followed by Thor. There's a wild look on her face as she stares wide-eyed at you. "Tell me he's kidding," She says gravely.
A long sigh escapes your mouth. It would probably be good to explain yourself, but you're starting to come down from your high, and talking doesn't seem appealing right now.
"Tell me what's going on," Yelena demands firmly. "You can't just go off the deep end and expect me not to drag you back up. Explain. Now."
With a groan, you push past her and Thor and walk back into the main room, slumping down onto the couch with a huff. Thor stays in the kitchen, and Yelena joins you on the couch.
"What's up, buddy?" She asks, her voice softer than before.
You shake your head, looking down at your hands which you rest on your stomach. "Nothing. I just... wanted a fun weekend, and Tony happened to message me at the right time," You say. "I'm not getting back with him. Promise."
She slumps down so her head's at the same level as yours. "If all you wanted was a fun weekend, you would've told me to bake my special brownies," She states flatly. "This isn't the first time you've wanted to have fun, but it's the first time you've gone back to Tony."
Wincing, you know you can't keep the truth from her for too long. "He's not terrible in bed," You claim. "And... he has more than weed."
Her face drops. "What have you been doing with him?" She asks, and you know it's taking every iota of strength she has not to blow up at you.
You shrug and honestly admit, "I'm not really sure. Mostly just pills, but there might have been a tab on Sunday, I think."
She purses her lips together, and now you can tell she's really trying hard not to scream. But, as angry as she is, she remains calm and lets out a deep sigh. "What's going on? And be honest with me; I know you aren't doing all this just for fun," She says sternly.
In all honesty, you didn't have any intentions of having a drug-fuelled sexcapade with Tony. All you wanted was to have a one night stand in the hope that it would take your mind off Bucky, but Tony has a way of sinking his claws in you once he's got you in his sights.
Deciding it's best to be honest, as Yelena would know if you were lying anyway, you turn to face her. "I was upset," You say bluntly. "I knew Tony would be able to distract me completely."
"Upset about what?" Yelena asks, being careful not to come across as too pushy.
"Last Friday... Juniper cornered me at the library," You begin. "I knew she was a bitch; I don't care about the insults, but it's what she said about Bucky. I think... during our fling, or whatever it was, he was showing her everything. The texts, the... pictures. Even if he wasn't laughing at me like she says, the fact he showed her at all..."
Yelena takes in your words, her eyes narrowing. "Hmm," She replies simply, before raising a brow. "It is very, very likely that she was lying, buddy. Don't ask me how I know this, but she isn't the most truthful person in the world."
You shake your head, ignoring her cryptic words as you don't have the energy to wonder what she means. "No, she wasn't lying," You say. "She knew a detail about one of the pictures. Didn't seem like a lucky guess."
A huff leaves Yelena's mouth. "Shit. Seriously?" She asks, the anger slowly building inside her. "That asshole showed her?"
"And if he showed her, who's to say he didn't show his other friends?" You question, your guts churning at the thought. "And if he's the type to do that, he probably said what Juniper claimed he did. That I was just an easy fuck he was using until he got bored."
"He doesn't seem like that type of guy," Yelena mumbles.
"They never do," You argue, looking down. "I just... I thought it was just her who was the problem. But now that I think about it, what does it say about him that she's his best friend? Maybe he isn't as nice as I thought."
Yelena comforts you with a hug, holding you tight. For some reason, something feels off to her. Taking out her phone, she finds Wanda's Instagram account and sends her a message.
anditwasall_yelena: Hey, weird question, but do you by any chance need any help looking into this whole Juniper-Wren thing?
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Thor's texting Steve.
Steven
Wait, what??
No, Buck would never, ever do that. He doesn't even tell us details about dates he goes on, he would never talk about intimate shit like that, let alone show nudes
I'd beat the shit out of him if he did
Thor💋💋
Not even to Juniper?
Steven
They might be close but not that close. He's very reserved when it comes to talking about sex
Thor💋💋
You could learn a thing or two from him
Steven
Shut up. You love it.
Thor💋💋
What I love is my friend and I want her to be happy. We need to fix this before she does something she regrets more than going back to Tony
Steven
We need proof that Juniper's crazy
Thor💋💋
And where do we get that from??
Steven
I've been thinking recently about this girl Bucky was dating back in freshman yr
Wren Wragley. She had a bust up with Juniper and ended up dropping out
Thor💋💋
So what?
Steven
She said some stuff about Juniper, at the time nobody believed her. But now that I think about it, with this shit Juniper's said about nudes, I think Wren might have been telling the truth
Thor💋💋
Do you know where she is now?
Steven
No, but I remember who she used to be friends with. I can find out where she is now and we can pay her a visit
Thor💋💋
Sounds like a plan
Steven
You're driving
Thor💋💋
Why?
Steven
Easier for me to give you road head.
Thor💋💋
I'm regretting this already.
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sorry for the lack of bucky x reader content in this series lately but i'll do my best to give them plenty of interaction in part 7 🙈
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insomniumstella · 1 year
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WHERE DREAMS GO TO DIE | bucky x avenger!reader 
summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.
warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, heavy alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky, smut in later chapters
word count: 34k  
author’s note: the series is based on The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren!
series’ SPOTIFY playlist
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1 | stuck in the middle 
2 | unfinished business 
3 | over the water & down below
4 | as we slowly die 
5 | hands on
6 | ego’s one hell of a drug 
7 | spite her, spite me
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goldengirlls · 2 years
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trouble
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warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace
summary — act like one get treated like one.
a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)
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“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.
“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.
“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.
“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another. 
“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.” 
Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.
"I need you to see how much I love you."
Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.
Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.
“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.
Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”
Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter. 
Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed. 
You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise. 
“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.
A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.
Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.
“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips. 
Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him. 
Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to. 
“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”
“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.
“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”
Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic. 
“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit. 
“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke. 
You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit. 
“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips. 
“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth. 
“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie. 
“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.” 
“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned. 
A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for,  “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”
White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you. 
Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him. 
“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him. 
“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips. 
“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before. 
Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass. 
“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”
“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down. 
“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.” 
It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down. 
Absolutely beautifully wrecked. 
Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.
“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.
“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit. 
“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you. 
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lostgirlmuseum · 6 months
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☀️Chapter 2
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Series Masterlist ❤️ Summary: Bucky struggles to deal with your beau, and he struggles to deal with his feelings for you.
Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader
Words: 3.4k
Warnings: Miles gets worse, implication of being stuck on the toilet iykwim, a bit of anxiety, a goofy moment or two(it's me, what can I say, I love humor), lemme know if I missed something.
A/N: Hopefully this lives up to the first one 😅
Previous Chapter
(Divider credit: @firefly-graphics)
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Bucky didn’t need enhanced hearing to hear your cheers and screams from your room with Wanda. He figured it was girl stuff. But when you came to him the next day and told him about your plans, he was thrilled. Not because he adored the beach necessarily, but because you were excited, and wanted him to join you. He was smiling until you mentioned your dreaded boyfriend was going too. 
Bucky did not like Miles. Granted, Bucky hadn’t spoken much to the guy. But he could just tell this guy didn’t deserve you, and was secretly pissed you spent any time with him. And no, he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.
He’s not jealous. Like at all. Nope. 
Nuh-uh. 
Okay, maybe he’s a little jealous.
Fine, he’s really fucking jealous that all of your affections aren’t for him.
But can you really blame him? You’re his sweet, perfect, beautiful inside and out, heart of gold, best friend. Bucky had a hard time making friends with the team, but you were there, you were patient, and you were loving. All he wants is just a little more love from you, but how can he ask that when you’ve practically given him the world? 
For your sake, Bucky was promising himself to behave. He didn’t want to ruin your vacation, but it was going to be tough to convince you that he’s having the time of his life when really he’s thinking about all the ways he could make Miles suffer. For a second, maybe two seconds, Bucky told himself that maybe he would really get along with Miles. But that hope was very quickly squashed on the plane.
“I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom.” You stood up and squeezed passed Bucky’s seat and into the aisle. Miles had requested the window seat, which was fine, because Bucky preferred the aisle seat. Made for an easier escape.
Bucky assumed that it would just be silent while you were gone, but Miles had a different idea.
“How long have you had a thing for her?” Miles asked, voice casual, like he was only asking what the weather was.
“Excuse me?” Bucky’s jaw dropped.
“C’mon. I know guys and girls can’t be friends.” He smirked, and leaned closer. “We pretend, but we only really want one thing from them, and it’s not their friendship.”
“Speak for yourself.” Bucky scoffed.
“I’m gonna be real with you man. You didn’t get the girl. It happens, you know? But she’s not into you. Do you not feel embarrassed following her around like a lost little puppy?”
“Fuck you.”
“Just being honest with you.” He put his arms up in defense.
Who the hell did this guy think he was, and how on Earth did he manage to get you?
“Do you even fucking care about her?” 
“Of course I care.”
“Then you should know how important it is to her that we get along. Don’t get me wrong, you don’t like me, and I really don’t like you. But for her sake, and hers alone, I’m choosing not to smear your blood over the window. So how about it, yeah? You can drop the douche act, we can play nice around her, and then ignore each other when she’s gone.”
“Whatever.”
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DAY 2: SATURDAY 🐠
The girls left about mid-morning for their spa day, leaving the guys on their own to figure out lunch. Bucky had tried to sneak out to the bar, but Vision intercepted him, asking him where he was headed. Bucky told him, Vision asked if he could join, and whoop-de-doo, Miles overheard and invited himself along. 
Bucky left Miles and Vision—who looked marvelously human suddenly—at a table in the back and grabbed a seat at the bar. Bucky spent a while just sipping his beer, and occasionally glaring back at Miles.
“Ya’ look down, Mate,” 
An Australian accent shook him from his trance. Bucky looked up to see a skinny and tanned man looking at him from behind the bar.
“I’m fine.” He waved off, looking back down at his bottle.
“Fine? You’ve got a nasty scowl right about there,” the guy paused his wiping of the counter and broadly gestured to Bucky’s mouth. 
Bucky growled.
“It’s that prick, right over there, isn’t it.” The man nodded his head in the direction of Miles, who at the moment was staring at a group of women at a different table.
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“How do I know? Because you keep looking over at him and doing this weird thing with your face.” He mimicked a passive face, and curled his face into an exaggerated snarl when he looked over at Miles. He repeated the motion three times.
“Yeah, well the guy is a prick.” Bucky grumbled, lifting the bottle to his lips.
“He seems like one alright. I’ve learned to smell them.”
“Then he must stink like shit to you.”
“What’s his name?” 
“Miles.” The word tasted foul on his tongue.
“And how has Miles wronged you?”
“He’s just a massive dick.”
“That’s it?” He flung the white rag he was using to clean over and onto his shoulder.
“And he’s dating my best friend.” 
“Bingo.” 
“It’s not funny.”
“Cool it, mate, I’m not saying it’s funny. I just recognize a complicated situation when I see one.”
“He’s not good enough for her.” Bucky went to take another swig, but the bottle was empty. “Can I get another one of these?”
He nodded and swiftly grabbed another beer.
“So you like her, eh? Or just protective?” The bartender asked, handing Bucky the bottle.
Bucky blushed at the feeling of being caught. 
“Say no more, friend, I hear ya’ loud and clear.” He grinned and winked. “So what are you gonna do about it?”
“Nothing.” Bucky sighed, and used his left thumb to pop off the cap of the beer with ease.
“Can I give you some advice, my friend?” 
“Something tells me you’re going to let me hear it no matter what I say.”
“Ah, a very smart guy.” He chuckled and then leaned in. “You’ve got to make the wave.”
“What?” Bucky halted the drink at his lips, about to take a sip.
“Nothing’s going to change if you sit around moping.” The man shook his head. “Still waters are going to stay still unless something interrupts them. You’ve got to jump in and make the wave, let the waters rock, and see where it brings you.”
He considered this briefly, but his anxieties overtook him.
“But what if she doesn’t love me back?” Bucky hated the subtle shake in his voice.
The man sympathetically shook his head.
“You can’t be afraid to act as a catalyst for love.” 
Bucky basked in the words. 
Maybe…maybe you and him could work? It had to be worth a try, right?
Before he could ponder it any further, a booming voice interrupted. Bucky looked up to see a woman in a crisp white button down shirt exit a back room.
“Fuckin’ hell, not again. Oli! You don’t fuckin’ work here! Get out!” She shouted, spittle flying from her mouth as she pointed aggressively from the man in front of Bucky to the doors.
“Gotta bounce, mate, good luck!” The man threw the towel off his shoulder and jumped and slid over the counter before booking it to the exit.
Who the—what just?
Bucky sat in shock for a minute before moving on.
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After another hour of Bucky drinking, thinking, and constantly checking his texts for a message from you, Vision proclaimed that he was ready to leave, as was Miles. The three made their way to the car, and Bucky drove them back to the house. Bucky settled himself at the kitchen table where you had set up your shell collection. Miles was sitting on the couch, doing who knows what. Vision had excused himself to analyze the ocean, whatever that entails. 
For the next thirty minutes, Bucky was sorting through the shells, first organizing them by color, then size, and was part way through organizing them by what he thought were your favorites, when his phone finally dinged. He instantly stopped what he was doing and turned his phone over to see if you had messaged. He sighed and sunk further into the chair when he saw it was just a wrong number. 
Bucky heard a laugh and looked up to see that Miles had been watching him.
“You’re obsessed! I see you checking your phone every two minutes. Promise dude, she’ll tell me when they’re done. Chillax.”
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. 
Breathe in two, three, four… out two, three—
“Don’t you think playing with shells is kinda girly?”
Kill. I’m going to kill him.
“What happened to us not talking to each other when she’s not around?” Bucky seethed.
“That’s so fucking boring.” 
Bucky’s phone buzzed again. He checked it, but it wasn’t you.
“I’m pretty sure between the two of us she’ll text me when they’re done. Not you.” Miles raised his phone for effect.
“That’s funny,” Bucky gave a humorless laugh.
“It’s fact. I’ll let you know when she texts, okay bud?”
“No, she’s going to text me, and I will not tell you when she does.”
“You’re delusional—”
“Hello, Bucky, Miles.” Vision greeted, suddenly coming in from the back doors. “Wanda has just told me that they are done with their spa treatments. I am going to pick them up, I will be back shortly.”
Vision took the car keys and went out the front door. 
After a couple awkward moments of silence, seeing that you in fact did not text either of them, Miles found his composure and resumed his smugness.
“Guess she didn’t message you after all,” Miles feigned a pout.
“She didn’t message you either, dipshit.”
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Soon enough you arrived back, and you, Bucky, and Miles settled on the beach. Wanda had decided to take a nap inside, and Vision followed her. 
You laid back on one of the lounge chairs, Miles to your left, and Bucky to your right.
“How did it go?” Bucky asked while rubbing in sunscreen to his legs.
“It was so relaxing,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “magic hands I tell you. I got a back massage, a seaweed wrap, a mud bath—which was kind of cold and gross, but once I got used to it, it was really nice.”
“Babe, let me help you with your sunscreen,” Miles suggested, gesturing to your back.
“Oh, thanks,” you sat forward.
Miles moved to sit next to you on your chair and opened the sunscreen. He gave Bucky a nasty smirk, one that said, Jealous, much? But Miles paused right before squeezing the bottle.
Bucky watched as his face transformed from smug, to confusion, to fear in the span of three seconds.
“I’ll be right back,” Miles rushed the words, dropped the bottle, and booked it back inside.
“Miles?” You questioned, but he was already gone. “What happened?” You asked, swinging your head to Bucky.
He was just as confused as you.
“I’m not sure?”
“I should probably go after him, right?”
“I don’t know, he seemed to want some space.” Bucky offered.
As if he would ever tell you to leave him to spend time with Miles.
“Yeah, I guess so…”
You went ahead and started rubbing in sunscreen to your arms and legs.
Bucky heard a faint buzz. He picked up his phone off of the side table to see a number he didn’t recognize had texted him.
Unknown what the hell did u do to me??
Another text came in before Bucky could react.
Unknown you mothrfucker what did u put in my drink?
Bucky Who is this?
Unknown stop fucking around dickface i know its miles *i **u
Bucky I didn’t touch your food or drinks. When would I have even had time?
Miles idfk?  fuck i had oysters i bet those fuckers gave me bad oytsers y/n’s not anwsering her phone tell her to pick up her phone
Bucky I’m pretty sure she left it inside.
Miles give her ur phone i need to talk to her
“Buck, I don’t know if he’s coming back anytime soon, could you please help me get my back?” You asked, completely unaware of the conversation he was having right then.
Bucky looked at his phone and then to you and smiled. “Sure thing, Doll, just let me send one quick text.”
Bucky I’ve got to go, she asked me to help her get sunscreen on her back.
Miles dont touvh her u freak ISTG BUCKY
Bucky put his phone down with a smirk, and set it to silent.
You scooted forward to give him space to sit behind you. He took the lotion from your hand and squeezed a modest amount onto his right hand. 
“Ee!” You jumped a little when his hand met your back. “It’s cold,” you giggled.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, and went about rubbing in the sunscreen. He brought his hand up to your left shoulder and carefully lifted the strap in order to slide the sunscreen under. 
Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this? God, don’t be a pervert, Bucky. This is completely normal, just a friend helping a friend.
He switched to the other shoulder and you sighed. 
“It’s like I’m back at the spa,” you joked.
He couldn’t help the blush in his cheeks. He was grateful you were turned around and couldn’t see him.
“Thanks Buck,” you gave him the sweetest smile when he was done. “Do you need help with your back?”
“Um, yes please.” 
You switched positions to where you were now behind Bucky, and you grabbed the sunscreen lotion bottle. 
“What book is that?” You asked, referencing the novel peeking out of his bag. You opened the bottle and poured some into your hands.
“The one you leant me, The Soul Dancer, I’m about half-way through.”
“Do you like it?”
“I really do.”
“Ah! I’m so glad! I thought you’d like it. The main guy character really reminded me of you. The whole time I was reading it, I was just thinking, Bucky would love this.”
“What book did you bring?”
“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson. I really like it, I’ve got about fifty pages left.”
“Should I read it after you?”
“If you want, sure. I don’t know if you’ll like this one as much, there are some parts that I think could be a little triggering.”
Bucky liked the feel of your soft hands on his back. He relished in it. He missed your touch. It’s not that you never give him physical contact anymore, it just seems to be a lot less since you started dating Miles. He just wishes you’d hug him more often. Hell, just pat him on the back, or something!
“I miss you,” Bucky mumbled quietly.
“Hm?” You asked, finally taking your hands off his back. “Did you say something?”
“Nope,” he lied.
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You and Bucky basked in the sun and read quietly together for about thirty minutes before you decided, much to Bucky’s dismay, to check on Miles. 
Bucky put his book down and lied back, closing his eyes. 
He thought about the day you told him about Miles.
Bucky had made his way to your room and knocked. You opened the door with a towel in your hair.
“Want to watch a movie tonight, Doll?” He grinned, leaning against your doorway.
Your eyes flashed with regret.
“I’m sorry Bucky, I can’t tonight. I actually have a…well, I have a…”
“What, a date?” Bucky joked.
“Yeah, actually.” You gave a short laugh and looked down.
“Oh.” Bucky failed to hide the shock in his voice. “I didn’t—since when?”
“I met a guy at a bar last week. He asked me out.” 
“That’s nice.” He stopped leaning and stood up straight.
“Yeah, I think so too.” Your voice drifted as you started fidgeting with the belt on your robe.
“What’s his name?”
“Miles.”
“Last name?”
“Bucky, you don’t need to go do a background check on him.”
“Just curious.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Is he good enough for you?”
“It’s only the first date, Buck.” You chuckled.
“Okay, okay.” He stood there for a moment, and neither of you said anything. “Well, have fun.”
“Thanks.”
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2 Months Later
“Bucky?” Your quiet voice crackled through the speaker of his phone.
Bucky paused the show he was watching—well, more so playing in the background as his thoughts wandered—and looked outside. It was the dead of night.
“Hey, what’s up? Where are you, I thought you were with your boyfriend?”
“I am, I’m at his place…he’s asleep.” You whispered. “I snuck out of bed, I’m in the kitchen. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing, I don’t know.” Your voice barely trembled, but he caught it.
“You sound upset. Talk to me,” 
“I don’t know, everything was fine, and then I just started spiraling.” You sighed. “I’m stuck in my head.”
“Do you want me to come pick you up?” Bucky asked, already standing up and on his way to grab his keys.
“...no, I feel like I should stay. Can you just stay on the phone with me for a bit? Please.”
“I’m right here Doll. Don’t worry.” 
“Thank you.” A strangled sound came through the phone. “I just started feeling really…really alone. I know that sounds stupid, Miles was right there, but I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t sound stupid.”
Bucky was honored you trusted him enough to call him, but he felt a pang in his heart from your sadness. He wanted to give you the biggest hug, wrap you in his warm arms and kiss the top of your head.
“I just feel really overwhelmed and I don’t know why. I wish I had stayed home and hung out with you instead.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come get you?”
Your words got faster.
“I want to leave, but I feel like I can’t Bucky. I-I mean, do I leave a note? A text? Should I wake him up and tell him? I really don’t want to do that, god, I don’t want to bother him, I don’t want him to see me like this, fuck I don’t know what to do.”
“Doll, breathe. You will be okay. This will pass. Just send him a text, you don’t need to wake him up. I’m on my way.”
“Thank you,” you murmured.
“I’m on my way, stay on the phone.”
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A voice pulled him out of his daydreams.
“Hey, Bucky,” 
“Wanda, hi,” he greeted, and lifted his sunglasses.
“Where’s our girl at?” 
“Think she’s looking after Miles.”
Wanda scrunched her eyebrows.
“Bad oysters.” He explained.
“Yikes, I see.” Wanda gestured to the open chair next to him. “Mind if I sit?”
“Be my guest.”
“Speaking of Miles…” Wanda started, leaning back on the chair, “what do you think of him?”
“What? Why?”
“Just curious. As one of her best friends, I figured you had an opinion.”
“One of her best friends? I am her best friend.”
“I don’t know, she loves me a lot,” Wanda teased. “You’re avoiding the question.”
“Miles? He’s Miles. There isn’t much to say.”
Bucky shrugged. He really did not want to talk about Miles.
“Hm. Well I think he’s cute.” 
“You what?” He balked.
Don’t tell me Miles has got Wanda wrapped around his finger too?!
“I mean, cute enough, I guess. I still think she could do worlds better.” Wanda continued.
“Are you fucking with me?” Bucky shot up in his seat and swung his legs around to face Wanda. “She could do universes better, Miles is a shitstain in a toilet bowl.”
“I knew you had an opinion.” She giggled.
“Well obviously I have an opinion. She’s my best friend. We are best friends.”
“You’re one of her best friends,”
“Wanda, do not take this from me. I have one thing, and that’s her, just let me have this one thing.”
“I’m messing with you Bucky, I know you’re her best friend.”
“Thank you.” He calmed, and slowly layed back down.
“I’m a close second, though.”
“I’m fine with that,” Bucky accepted.
He looked out at the ocean and admired the great blue. The sky had started to darken, great gray clouds trembling in the distance. He watched the waves crash onto the shore, remembering how blue and calm the sea was only thirty minutes ago.
“Look at how big the waves are getting,” Wanda commented.
Bucky had noticed, alright. 
“A storm is coming.”
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A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading!
If you have the time and feel so inclined, I would love to hear your thoughts, but no pressure!! I know people are busy/shy, and that is completely okay. Thank you truly for just taking the time to read!
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jamie-leah · 2 months
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Lifeline Pt 2
Bucky x Reader
Series
Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.
Word Count: 1,690
Warnings: Injury descriptions, Hints to domestic abuse, rusty writing
A/N: Looks like I'm turning this into a series? Not sure how long it'll be but hope you enjoy either way!
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Every night that Bucky was gone you dreamt of him. It was a welcome change to the nightmares that usually plagued you. But ever since he asked you out and you saw that smile as the elevator doors closed, you could not get him out of your mind.  
It was dangerous, of course. You knew this. If Andrew cropped up, you knew you’d have to up and leave all over again and that would mean leaving Bucky behind too. Your heart doesn’t care. It still flutters at the just the thought of him.  
The next three days were pure torture. The bell would ring, and you would glance with a hopefulness that you hadn’t felt since you were a kid.  
At the end of the fourth day, that hope had very quickly faded, and you started to wonder if Bucky had changed his mind and just didn’t know how to tell you or even face you again. You knew you should never have gotten your hopes up. No one had looked twice at you since you ran from Andrew and that was the way it had to be.  
You jab the key into the lock and twist with a little more force than necessary. Yanking the metal out and turning as you hear a deep voice, “hey you”. 
A scream tears from your throat unbidden. You throw the keys at the dark shape in front of you, but your feet are frozen in place. Your heart knocks so hard against your ribs you’re afraid they may crack.  
“Hey, hey, it's just me, Bucky. I thought you would have heard me coming. I’m sorry.” Your eyes focus, zeroing in on the hands lifted in surrender. They travel up black clothes to the eyes you’ve been dreaming about every night since he left.  
You sigh in relief and gasp in quick succession as you spot the split lip and blood dribbling down the side of his face from a cut above his eyebrow.  
You rush over to him, gripping his face gently, “what the hell happened? Are you okay? Do you know you’re bleeding?” The words all come out in a rush.  
You stop your examination of his face when Bucky doesn’t speak. Finding his eyes once more, wide and looking at you. You’re not sure what emotion you’re seeing taking shape across his features but you’re suddenly aware that you’re still holding Bucky’s face.  
You pull them away like you were just burnt by fire, mumbling a quick “sorry”.  
Bucky visibly swallows, “don’t be.”  
The silence that follows is thick with so many emotions that are too hard to decipher, you’re grateful when Bucky clears his throat, “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m also sorry for coming here looking like this. I just- I thought- I just had to see you.”  
You watch the blood trickle slowly down his sharp face, “when did you get back?”  
Bucky shrugs, “about twenty minutes ago.”  
You shake your head, “I thought you had a medical bay in the tower?” 
“I had to get out of there”, his voice as soft as the wind swirling in the air. You see the pain. The darkness the same shade as yours behind his eyes.  
You take his hand and grip it tight, tethering him to you like he’s a balloon that might disappear into the atmosphere without you. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”  
He follows without complaint, your steps falling into the synch around the bustle of night life starting to rage in the city.  
When you make it to your building neither of you say anything. When you step into the lift, neither of you say anything. And as you let go of Bucky’s hand to fish the keys out of your pocket to open the front door, you still say nothing.  
You walk in, leaving the door open as a silent invitation heading straight for the coffee machine. You grab two mugs out of the cupboard in the kitchen and place them ready as you march into the bathroom for your first aid kit.  
When you arrive back in the kitchen, you find Bucky at the table staring at his hands. He doesn’t look up.  
You pour the coffee into the mugs and set them down on the table along with the first aid kit. Rounding the side to stand next to Bucky, you wait. You wait for him to notice that you’re waiting for him to turn to you. When he finally does, he looks almost lost.  
You think you hear him mumble an apology, but you ignore it and instead nudge his knees. He opens his legs wider for you to step into closer. Despite the reason you’re so close to him, you can’t help but think about how good he smells.  
You get to work, keeping your movements light and gentle as you clean and dress his wounds as best as you can.  
“You look like you know your way around a first aid kit.” Bucky whispers the words, but they ring in your ears.  
You can hear what he’s implying or trying to dig for. It’s as close to saying it as either of you have come over the last few weeks. But now isn’t the time to confess to the darkness inside you or show Bucky just how broken you are.  
“Lucky for you”, you chuckle and brush the comment off.  
You finish up, closing the box up and gathering the used materials in one stop to throw away. You reluctantly step backwards just as Bucky grips your hands in his, “thank you for...”, he trails off not knowing how to tell you all he’s grateful for.  
You squeeze his hands, “anytime. Now don’t let your coffee go cold.”  
Bucky’s mouth quirks, letting you go to reach for his mug. You clear the table and sit opposite him, sipping from your own, “do you want to talk about it?”, you ask.  
“I’m afraid.” He replies.  
You frown at the man in front of you. The type of man that doesn’t seem to be afraid of much but maybe himself. You wonder what possibly could have happened on this mission to put him all out of sorts.  
“Why are you afraid?” 
Bucky’s eyes eventually find yours, almost hooded from their position, guarded, “I’m afraid to tell you about this part of my life. I’m afraid to show you how violent I can be. I’m afraid that once you know how much of a monster I am, you’ll disappear.”  
Your breath stutters. You could never see Bucky as a violent man. He was always too aware of himself and others to be violent. His natural instinct is to protect, you’ve seen it. Violence was not his choice; it has always been thrust upon him.  
Of course, you did your research after you knew who he was. You had to. That was called being smart in the position you found yourself him. You did not have the luxury to trust people and the masks they show you. And despite reading Bucky’s crimes, they were committed by someone that seems separate to the man sat at your kitchen table.  
He was tortured and manipulated for decades. In fact, you understood in your own way. Andrew manipulated you; he used tactics straight out of the 101 guides to being an abuser book to get you to do what he wanted. You cut off friends and family, you gave him nearly every penny and eventually every inch of yourself to him. And while it is nowhere near on the same scale as Bucky, you understand in a twisted sense.  
You shake your head, “I don’t think you could ever scare me, Bucky. I’ve seen monsters inside the suits of men. I know the difference between necessary violence and violence born from pleasure. You could never be anyone but the man that buys fries only to make sure that I’ve eaten something that day. The man that turns into a waiter when I’m too busy having a meltdown. The man that walks me home to make sure I’m safe. So, tell me or don’t tell me but it’ll never change my opinion of the man that you are.”  
You reach across the table and take one of his hands in yours. He grips you, bringing your hand up, up, up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss on your knuckles before letting your intertwined fingers fall back to the table, “whenever we go on missions, we always try to keep the damage to a minimum. That includes the bad guys. None of us want to kill anyone, not really.”  
Bucky takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes boring a hole in your joined hands, “but sometimes we don’t have a choice. He was about to kill Sam. He didn’t even see it coming and I could see it all unfold right in front of me like it was in slow motion and I... I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t hesitate. I killed him. Like it was nothing. I didn’t hesitate.”  
You can see the moment the fear takes ahold of him. He pulls his hand from yours and stares at them like they can’t possibly belong to him. He gets lost in events that have passed and you can’t see. And instead of watching him drown, you round the table again.  
You crush him to you. Arms tightly wrapped around him, trying to tether him to the here and now. He eventually grips you back just as tightly. His head resting on your chest, his fingers getting lost in the material of your shirt. Your heart hammers but his breathing evens out the longer he listens to your heartbeat.  
You’re not sure how long you stand there like that for, but the coffees go cold, and the night brings out more stars when Bucky murmurs against you, “and I would do it again. I would kill anyone that threatens the people I love. And I think that’s what really scares me.”  
You lay your head on top of his and just hold him tighter.  
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femmefatale-tales · 8 months
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Dating Bucky would be like
An: i am just discovering right now and experimenting. Hope you like this. I hope I got Bucky’s character right. I am soo sorry because I did write how it would be like to date bucky but I also added some other shit, sorry 😗
Warnings: flufff, soo much flufff and again reader is funny. This is for my funny gals. This is utter chaos. Tell me if you would like more cannons.
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Sooo many cuddles, cuddles when you’re mad, cuddles after nightmares, cuddles in the morning which always make both of you late for meetings with the team, and cuddles when you come home after missions.
Your seat is reserved on his lap now, you don’t have to seat anywhere else cause why would you, you have his lap.
You playing with Bucky’s hair and braiding his hair. Also you cried when he cut it because you were a bit too attached but he made up to you with kisses all over your face making you laugh.
You making stupid jokes which either make Bucky laugh or annoy him and you don’t mind either reaction.
Bucky scolding you for drinking too much caffeine, and you not listening to him and giving him puppy eyes every time when he refuses to give you your cofffee, it works every damn time. He just sighs and gives it back to you while shaking his head at you.
You being cheeky and annoying Bucky all the time because that’s your love language.
Him being annoyed and grumpy but only being a softie towards you because that’s his love language.
See he is not like the 40s bucky now, he is changed, he not that shy now, he expresses his feelings to you openly which took time but now he has no problem doing it. He may not be full of life like he used to be in the 40s but he really likes his life now, he has a family. Steve, nat, Sam and especially you are his family now.
After 5 months of you guys being in a relationship, bucky was surprised himself when he asked you to move in with him, which you replied with a stare of 40 secs and then the biggest hug possible.
You are the only one that can calm Bucky down., may it be if he is angry or if it’s after a nightmare, you are his cure.
Soo much banter with him, soo much. You always talking nonsense which Bucky has to listen to, he acts like you give him a headache but he secretly loves listening to you talk bullshit all the time.
You once asked him this and he denied that he loves it, so to prove your point, when you were talking and ranting on an on you suddenly stopped, made a face like you were about to cry and asked him if he wanted you to stop talking and he panicked so bad, he confessed his love for your talking just like that, then when you started saying, “I knew it” ,he realised your act. It all ended with bucky chasing you and tickling you until you said sorry😭.
You and Sam annoying Bucky and Nat, steve laughing his ass off and all you guys spending time together.
After you told the guys you were in a relationship, no one except nat and Steve believed it because everyone thought how can the most opposite people be together???
Also after that Steve and Nat told everyone they were dating too which made you squeal even though you were the one who already knew.
You guys actually moved in together with Sam Ofcourse, because it seemed like it would be fun.
You guys went to Wanda and visions wedding and had the best timeeee.
Wanda and vision moved somewhere else too, even before you guys.
You and Bucky always go on walks and go to your favourite cafe.
Bucky actually really likes mornings and always forces you to wake up and watch the sunrise with him, which ends up with you falling asleep on his lap and Bucky admiring your beauty.
Your favourite moments together are when you and Bucky bake his favourite cookies together, those moments are always filled with jokes ,laughter and kisses.
Though you may think Bucky must be a good cook since he was in army but he can’t cook for shit. He can cook some basic things but that’s it.
So he asked you to teach him and it was a disaster of Bucky burning food, you making jokes and laughing you’re ass off and falling off the kitchen counter. That was one of your best moment, it’s your favourite and Bucky does not like to remember it because you got hurt and he burnt food.
You always watch movies together because you are a movie freak and Bucky likes you too much to say no ,he also he enjoys it too.
You watch atleast one movie a day with popcorns and candies in front of you. Sometimes the others join you guys too and then it’s a family time.
You are one of the only people Bucky shared his problems to and you are grateful to be the one he can come to when he wants to unload his problems.
After you two started sleeping besides each other, his nightmares have decreased a lot and now he never sleeps without you. Though sometimes he still has nightmares but you are always there to help him through them.
The first time bucky saw you cry was because you were watching Star Wars, it’s safe to say you are very expressive and Bucky could read you like a book, he actually loves that about you.
Piggy back rides are your go to for any quest. You wanna go to the hall : piggy back rides, wanna get coffee : piggyback rides.
You and bucky always go grocery shopping together because then you’ll sit in the cart and Bucky will push it around, it’s very fun.
Bucky absolutely loves your kisses, and you love his. Bucky is always giving forehead kisses and just to see him blush you give him heart stopping kisses which he adores.
You both are each others best friends, you can share anything with each other and can cry, laugh with each other.
You were the first to say love because the moment you felt it, you expressed it and bucky was shocked. He also felt guilty that he wasn’t the first to say it but he did confess that he knew way before that he loved you though he didn’t wanted to scare you off so he kept quite.
You guys are always spending time with each other, its like Bucky will go somewhere only if you’re going.
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subwaysurf45 · 2 years
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The Time of the Prey
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Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 
Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader
Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, slow burn, previous trauma/daddy issues, mentions of death, torture, mentions/descriptions of injuries, specific warning will be listed in each chapter. 
A/N: each chapter will be posted at 10:00am every Saturday morning.
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I’ve worked hard on this one, hope you enjoy!
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Episode One
Episode Two
Episode Three
Episode Four 
Episode Five 
Episode Six
Episode Seven
Episode Eight
Episode Nine
Epilogue
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Extra!
The Husband - Drabble
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tuiccim · 8 months
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Though I Have Never Read It (Part 9)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2348
Warnings: Angst, so much angst. I'm so sorry.
A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.
Though I Have Never Read It Masterlist
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"U-us?" You ask, confused. 
“Yeah, us. I, we, I- God! I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about this for weeks,” Mark says. 
“About us?” You clarify.
“Yes,” Mark nods but seems to be at a loss for words. 
“What about us? You know you can talk to me about anything,” you reassure him. 
“After things ended with the woman I was seeing, Laura, I got to thinking. She knew about Eva from the beginning but then she decided she didn’t want that. To be a stepmom. She said she didn’t know if she could love Eva, love a child that isn’t hers. And it made me think, what if I can’t find someone that can love her?” Mark pauses. 
“You will, Mark. It just has to be the right person,” you put a hand on his arm. 
“It does and, so I thought, why can’t that right person be you?”
You stare at him absolutely stunned before finally finding your voice, “What?”
Mark takes a deep breath and then launches into his reasoning, “You love Eva and we’re great friends. Maybe we’re missing this great thing that’s right in front of us? Maybe we could be a family and along the way we could fall in love? We’ve always seen each other as friends. Off-limits in a way but if we tried, it could be great. You’re practically Eva’s mother anyway or the closest thing she has to one. We could do this together. Am I making any sense?”
“I understand what you are saying but… Mark, you’ve been through a lot lately. Your first relationship and breakup since you were widowed and then all this with Eva. Your emotions are running high.”
“I know it seems like that but I’ve thought about this a lot. I think all of this gave me clarity. We would be great together. We are great together. We get along, we work really well together with parenting, we’re comfortable together. We don’t have to jump right into anything. We could start spending a little more time together. Go on a few family outings and then a date. It felt weird when I first started thinking about it but it makes sense. Doesn’t it?”
“I’m… a little thrown, honestly,” you admit. 
“I know, I’m sorry but… will you at least consider it? We could be a family. A real family,” Mark says softly. 
“We are a real family. It’s little and broken but still good,” you quote one of Eva’s favorite movies, trying desperately to relieve some of the tension between you.
“Okay, Stitch,” Mark laughs, “but will you think about it? Really think about it? Please?”
“I… Okay, yeah, I’ll think about it,” you whisper.
“I think we could be really good together. Seriously, you’re my best friend. We tell each other practically everything. You love Eva. We could make this work. I think- I think this could be great. For all of us. Eva would be so happy. We could be happy together, the three of us as a family. I’d make you happy,” Mark looks at you in a way he hasn’t before. It makes you feel nervous and scared and so many things but you can’t think of it now as Eva walks in with a sweet smile asking for breakfast. 
“What would you like, Eva Diva?” You distract yourself from the conversation that you knew would weigh on you for hours. 
“Toast!”
“Toast? You got it! How about some eggs, too?” You smile. 
Eva’s face lights up with an idea, “French toast?”
“I’ll get out the bread,” Mark winks at both of you. 
“Will you help me crack the eggs?” You ask Eva as you join Mark in the kitchen. 
A few hours later, you left their apartment with Mark walking you to the door and asking one last time, “You’ll think about it, right?”
You nodded, answering quietly, “Yeah, I will.”
“Have dinner with me Saturday. I’ll get my mom to watch Eva. We can talk about it then. No pressure, just to talk. Okay?” Mark looks at you expectantly. 
“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you Saturday,” you agree. 
As you were driving home, your mind ran through the exchange with Mark over and over again. You had never thought of Mark that way. As he had said, it was off-limits, unthinkable because he was your best friend’s husband and you would never betray her by even considering it. He was also right that it made sense. You would love nothing more than to have Eva be yours legally. As it stands, you have no real right to her. If Mark did ever end up remarrying and his new wife decided she didn’t want you around, you had no recourse to seek visitation. It could turn the situation ugly and that was your greatest fear. 
As you pull into your parking spot at the compound, you realize you don’t even remember the drive. You had driven by rote, your mind consumed with the dilemma at hand. You laid your head back on your seat and imagined your best friend in the seat next to you. The two of you had often had your “car talks” when you could tell each other anything and you knew it would never leave the confines of that space. 
“What should I do?” you ask. 
“What does your heart say?” She looks at you with a smirk. 
You scoff laughingly, “I hate it when you ask that.”
“Because it’s not an answer,” she smiles knowingly. 
“Exactly. You answer my question with a question. It’s the worst,” you pause for a moment before asking her, “Would you hate me?”
“For loving my family?”
“No…” you stare at her, knowing she understands your question. 
“I could never hate you,” she reassures. 
“It feels strange, wrong to even think about it. As if I’m trying to take your place, take over your life,” you feel tears shimmer in your eyes. 
“Are you?” She asks softly. 
“No… I don’t know. Maybe there was always that little bit of envy. You had a good man and a real life and I was this shadow of a person under everyone else’s control.”
“You weren’t a shadow. I saw you.”
“You saved my life and then lost your own.”
“It was worth it. I brought Eva into this world.”
“She’s amazing. She’s so like you. I love her so much,” you tell her.
“And I love you. No matter what. You’re-”
A knock on your car window makes your head pop up. The presence of your best friend melting away and you stare up at Bucky for a moment before reaching for the door, “Uh, hey.”
“Hey. Are you okay, doll?” He asks.
“Just a lot on my mind,” you say as you exit your vehicle and grab your bag. 
“Let me carry that for you,” he takes the bag from you.
“Thanks, Bucky,” you give him a small smile. 
“How is Eva?” He asks as he walks with you to your room. 
“Almost fully recovered. She still tires out easily but she’s back to her normal self for the most part. She’s a fighter, like her mom was,” your voice breaks a little as you enter your room. 
“Doll?” Bucky looks at you curiously as he sets your bag down. 
“I’m sorry. I just-” you break down in tears and Bucky is to you in a second. You wrap your arms around his neck as sobs wrack your body. Everything converged on you at once, your fear of losing Eva, the grief of your best friend’s death, the fear and uncertainty surrounding Mark’s request, your feelings for Bucky, and your own insecurities. You cried more than you had in years and through it all, Bucky held you. 
“It’s okay. I got you, doll,” Bucky whispers reassurances as you cling to him. 
“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do,” you release the words shakily. 
“About what? Talk to me,” Bucky rubs your back. 
“I don’t- Everyth- Eva and Mark and everything. I can’t…” You stop, scared you’re going to start hyperventilating. You felt panicked. Everything was pressing down on you and you felt heavy, so you held onto Bucky. He was your lifeline in that moment. 
“You’re overwhelmed, doll. The last few weeks, the last few months have been a lot for you. Let’s get some food and then maybe an early bedtime would be a good idea. What do you think?”
You nod against his shoulder, “Will you-” You stop yourself from asking him to stay with you. You know how unfair it is, but his presence comforted you. It felt wrong to ask him to be there for you as you are considering whether to give up a chance to be with him in order to be with Mark. If Bucky even wanted to be with you like that. God, you were so confused and torn and sad. Maybe you should tell him, ask his advice, and find out how he feels. He was one of the few people who knew about your full past. He had become your closest friend and confidante over these last few weeks. 
Then, as if reading your mind, he answers your unspoken question. “I’ll stay with you as long as you want. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he whispers. 
Those sweet, perfect whispered words should have given you all the comfort in the world but they shatter you. Your heart feels like it’s burning a hole through your chest and the tears start all over as all the confusion crashes down on your head again. 
“Doll? Did I say something wrong?” He asks, pulling back to look into your face. 
“No, no, it’s me. I’m wrong,” you pull away from him. Bucky lets you go, allowing you space, and waits. You put your head in your hands and turn away. Your mind is going too fast, the thoughts are crowding in. You don’t know what to think or feel. “I don’t know what to do,” you cry. 
“Talk to me. Please, doll,” Bucky takes a step closer to you.
“I don’t know what to do,” you repeat the words as if stuck on a loop. 
“You talk to me. That’s what you do. Look at me, doll,” Bucky moves around you to look in your face. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t know if I should. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to you. You-, I-, do you…” you look into his eyes before shaking your head, “I can’t.”
“You can,” Bucky watches as you shake your head, “You can, you can, doll. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. You can tell me.” He cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye. 
You stare at him, covering his hands with your own, and it calms you. You had told Bucky about everything else. You had told him how weak you once were and shown how strong you had become. It wasn’t fair to him but…
“Mark,” you whisper. 
“Mark? What did he do? Did he hurt you?” Bucky looks over you as if expecting to find some mark or bruise. 
“No, no, he would never. He… he wants to be a family.”
The color drains from Bucky’s face as he takes in the meaning of your words, “What?” 
“He’s scared he’ll never find someone who can love Eva. He wants us to be a family and…” you trail off. 
“And?” Bucky prompts. 
“He said, what if we’re missing out on this great thing that’s right in front of us? We could be together and be happy and… I’d be Eva’s mom,” you looked up at him with all of the confusion and fear showing on your face. “But would I be betraying her mom? Am I doing that just by thinking about it? Is that really a relationship that could be happy when it’s based on the love of a child rather than loving each other? Mark said maybe we’d fall in love along the way. But we’ve had six years as friends, wouldn’t those feelings have surfaced if they were there? Or was it just so off-limits we’ve never let ourselves go there before? He wants to go to dinner Saturday night to talk about it. I don’t know what to do.”
You lay your forehead on Bucky’s chest. If it was possible, you would have heard his heart breaking as he held you there. He felt it shattering into pieces too tiny to ever be put back together. He was in love with you, head over heels, beyond sense, in love with you. He had planned to tell you that night, before Mark called about Eva’s seizure. Maybe that was his sign that he wasn’t supposed to. Maybe he was supposed to let you go. Maybe you were only ever meant to be a night of comfort. His past was just the past and you were just meant to be a part of it. You were his sign that he could let go and move on. All he knows is he can’t fail you now and so he takes a deep breath, puts his own feelings aside, and asks the question that may turn his heart to dust, “What is your heart telling you?”
You squeeze your eyes shut tighter, staving off the onslaught of tears you feel coming to choke you. It was as if you were hearing your best friend speaking through him. You give him the only answer you can, “I don’t know. I’m just too overwhelmed right now. I can’t think straight.”
Bucky blinks rapidly, trying to keep his emotions at bay, “Of course you are. Let’s get you some food and then you need to rest. Everything will be clearer in the morning.”
“Thank you, Bucky.”
“Of course, doll. I’m here for you. Whatever you need,” he kisses the top of your head wishing he could make it all better. For both of you.
Part 10
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buckgasms · 2 years
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Welcome to my Masterlist! Hopefully you will find something you enjoy here and if there's something you'd like to ask or request feel free!
Reblogs and comments are always welcome!
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🎀 Daddy!Bucky & Princess Masterlist 🎀
🩷 Dark Mafia Bucky Masterlist 🩷
🐇 Bunny & Clyde Masterlist 🐇
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🪓 Lumberbuck 🪓
🧸 Goldilocks Masterlist 🧸
🐎 Cowboy Bucky Masterlist 🐎
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🗡️ Elskan Mín - Series Masterlist 🗡️
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⚕️ Doctors Barnes and Rogers ⚕️
🐺 A/B/O 🐺
🛡️Avenger Bucky AU's 🛡️
🖤 Dark Drabbles 🖤
3️⃣ Bucky x You x Etc. Masterlist 3️⃣
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🔮Drabbles & Oneshots🔮
Helping Hands - Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Also apparently, because I'm a dumbass, I just don't always add stuff on here when I write it, so do check back because occasionally I find something old and add it
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imtryingbuck · 2 months
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Fifteen
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.
Word count: 4,736
Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names. Bucky and y/n argue and that’s a warning in itself. Brock rumlow, Bucky being a bad friend. Swearing. Bullying.
A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.
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Like every morning she waited outside for Bucky, Steve and Sam to arrive so they could all walk to school together. Y/n was so excited when she found out that she was going to be going to school with her two friends, though she was a year below them.
Sam was the boys’ friend first and when he was introduced to Y/n he instantly became her friend, throwing his arm around her he winked at her causing the girl to blush. Bucky wasn’t happy.
Sighing she checked her watch, the same one Bucky had brought her for her birthday last year, they was late.
She didn’t want to be in trouble for being late so she decided to head off on her own, as she pulled her bag further up her shoulder she kept her head down whilst walking the streets.
“Y/n! Y/n slow down!” Sam’s booming voice came from behind her.
“I can’t I’m going to be late!” She shouted back to him.
“H-hold on, Jesus woman you’re making me run today aren’t you?”
Feeling his arms wrap themselves around her waist she comes to a halt. “Where’s Ducky?”
“Ah he, never mind. Steve hurry up!”
“Sam where is he? Is he ill? Oh god he is isn’t he?”
“No Sugar he’s not, he’s just not walking with us this morning”
“Hey Y/n/n” Steve panted as he pulls his friend into a hug.
“Hi Stevie where’s Ducky?”
“With Dot”
“Dude!” Sam scolded.
“Wh-who’s Dot?”
“His girlfriend” Steve admits rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry”
“H-he has a girlfriend? Oh”
She couldn’t understand why her heart hurt at hearing that.
“If it makes you feel any better, me and Sam don’t like her”
“I want to go to school now”
Throughout her lessons she couldn’t find it in herself to concentrate, he had a girlfriend and didn’t tell her - why didn’t he tell her? Was she pretty? Did she know who she was? Was they going to be friends still?
“-Y/n!”
“Huh? Sorry Sir”
“Class is over…go”
“Right sorry Sir, see you tomorrow”
Shoving all her things into her school bag she heads down to wait outside the cafeteria for the boys to show. Like that morning she checks her watch and sighing, they’re late.
Her stomach growled and giving up waiting for them to show she heads into the cafeteria when she comes to a stop.
They were already there, sat at the table that was unofficially reserved for the four of them.
Her eyes watered at seeing a brunette sat in her place, next to her Ducky. She watched as he threw his arm around her and pulled her into him just like he always did to her. She watched as Sam and Steve laugh about something the girl said.
“Ow, I’m sorry” she stutters out after she’s pushed over.
“Move out of the way freak” Brock. The schools bully. Or as Y/n called him behind his back ‘Brock the rock’ no it wasn’t a compliment at his muscles but an insult, Brock rhymed with rock and rocks where dumb just like Brock.
“I-I’m sorry” she stutters as she tries to move out of the way.
“Aw you going to cry you little freak?” He says loudly catching everyone’s attention.
“N-no-“
“I think she is Brock” laughed Jack, another bully who followed Brock wherever he went.
“The little freak is going to cry!” Brock boomed causing her to flinch.
He takes it one step further by pushing her in to Jack who then shoves her away violently back to Brock, back and forth she was pushed between the two.
Y/n’s frantic eyes met Bucky’s who had been watching the whole thing along with everyone else. She nearly burst out crying when all he did was look down.
“Looks like your little boyfriend isn’t coming to the rescue this time freak” Brock whispers as he clutches her shirt tightly in his grip just before pushing her roughly onto the ground.
She waits until Brock and his lackeys leave before standing up, looking up towards the table she’s normally sat at with her friends her heart breaks when she sees the back of Bucky’s head and Steve and Sam looking down at their food.
Running out of the cafeteria she runs to the bathroom where she locks herself away until the loud shrill of the bell goes off.
Throughout the day she was glad she didn’t see any of the boys or Brock and Jack as she moved from one class to the next. Stuck in her own mind she couldn’t understand why neither one of her friends stuck up for her like they’ve done before whenever Brock was acting tough now that Tony had left school.
Were they my friends now? Why didn’t Bucky tell me he had a girlfriend? Why didn’t Steve and Sam stick up for me?
They were some of the many questions that swirled around her head as her last teacher Mr Levinson droned on.
When the bell rang throughout the school she took her time in packing her things, waiting for everyone to leave.
“Y/n?”
“Yes sir?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes sir, why?”
“Well you’re normally the first one out of the class” he chuckles.
“Oh. No everything’s okay sir” she smiled up at him as she brought the strap of her bag up her arm.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow remember you’ve got me for two periods”
“I know sir, I’ll see you tomorrow” waving bye to her favourite teacher she walks out of the class, slowly walking to the entrance. Like Mr Levinson said she was normally the first one out of class, and normally she was running through the halls to wait outside for the boys to arrive so they could head to the sweet shop on the corner of Main Street but today she was in no rush, no rush in seeing the spot she always waited at to being empty.
As she stepped out of the doors she felt stupid for hoping that they would have waited for her, they hadn’t.
As she walked past the sweet shop she heard Sam’s loud laughter filter through the gap in the door, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she saw Sam, Steve and Bucky all laughing in the store, she swore her heart broke when she saw Bucky grab ahold of the brunettes hand from lunch and pulling her to place his lips to hers. Y/n brought her fingers to her lips softly touching them wondering how the girl in the store felt kissing Bucky.
Shaking her head and wiping her tears she walks off before any of them sees her.
“Hello angel-angel what’s wrong?” Howard asks when she walks in and straight pass him without saying hello or telling him how her day went, or better yet without her handing him her packet full to the brim of sweets so he could pick one - or if she was letting him feel cheeky two - out.
“Nothing dad I’m going to do my homework”
“Angel come here, or don’t I’ll just follow you” he mutters following her upstairs and into her room.
“Dad, please I just want to do my homework and go to sleep”
“Not until you tell me what’s happened? You’re not normally back yet, is Lloyds closed?”
“No. I-I just really need to get this homework done”
“Where’s the boys?”
“I-dad please”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on? You seem to forget angel I know you and I know something is wrong, so spill”
“Duc-Bucky has a girlfriend…”
“Oh…oh. I’m sorry angel”
“It’s okay, I just don’t have any friends anymore” she shrugs, looking at the photograph she had hanging up on her wall. Her, Bucky, Sam and Steve standing in front of the stall at the fair ground, Bucky’s arm wrapped around her waist as her hand was on his chest. All four of them smiling widely at the camera as Maria takes the photo.
“Of course you’ll still have friends angel, the boys will still be your friends”
“No they won’t. Steve and Sam were friends with Bucky before they were my friends”
“Bucky’s still you friend darling just because he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean shit-don’t tell your mother I just swore in front of you”
“I won’t” she giggles.
“Is there anything else you’re not telling me?”
She hadn’t found the courage to tell her parents about the bullying or how bad it was, knowing how they would react she didn’t want to make it any worse than it already was.
“No dad everything’s okay I promise”
“Okay…well tomorrow is Friday and you know what that means don’t you? That’ll prove that the boys are still your friends”
Shortly after Howard leaves so she could start her homework. Not that she does it.
Friday, tomorrow is Friday. Every weekend her, Steve and Sam heads to Bucky’s house for a sleepover. Was she still invited? Was Bucky’s girlfriend going to be there?
Her head pounded and her eyes stung so she climbed into bed falling asleep as her stomach growled in hunger it only then occurred to her that she hadn’t ate anything since breakfast, it didn’t stop her from falling into a restless sleep.
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The next morning she moved along with the motions. Getting dressed, brushing her hair and teeth, eating breakfast, she puts her shoes on pressing a kiss to her parents their cheeks she says her goodbyes.
She hesitates outside whether she should wait for the boys to show or not she finally forces her legs to move, she wasn’t going to be waiting on them. Not anymore.
“Oi freak!” Brock shouted as he walks across the road to where she was, she carried on walking keeping her head down.
“Freak don’t ignore him” Jack says.
She felt hands on her back before she was shoved down on to the ground scraping her hands and her knees. “W-what do you want?”
“Your lunch”
“No”
“What?” Don’t ask her Brock she’s just as shocked as you at her sticking up for herself.
“I said no, are you deaf?” Shut up shut up shut up her brain screams at her.
“Funny, don’t worry freak you’re going to regret this” Brock says before picking her bag up and throwing it over a fence.
Watching the pair walk off she stands up and looks down at her knees, great they’re bleeding. Opening the gate she walks over to the door and knocks, waiting patiently she waits for the owner to open up.
“Hello?”
“Hi Sir, my bag got thrown over your fence could I please get it?”
“Sure…”
“It’s over that fence” she points at the wooden fence that leads to the backyard she assumes.
“Oh, yeah sure hold on I’ll get the key” he walks back inside and returns quickly with the key “are you okay?”
“Yes Sir, are you?”
“I’m fine but I’m talking about your knees and hands, they’re bleeding”.
“Bullies Sir”
“Oh, nasty little parasites aren’t they?”
“Yes Sir” she giggles “thank you Sir” she says as he hands over her bag back to her.
“You’re welcome and hey listen don’t let them get to you okay? It will get better soon I can promise you that”
“H-how do you know?”
“I was bullied when I was at school but here I am owning a business that continues to grow even long after I’ve retired” he smiles softly.
“Wow, I-I don’t know why they pick on me I’ve never done anything wrong to them”
“Because they see the potential in you and they are scared because they haven’t gotten any so they spend their time and energy trying to bring you down”
“Oh, well I wish they would stop”
“They will you just have to wait them out”
“Thank you Sir, I best get going I’m…crap I’m late”
“Go go, and call me Stan”
“Y/n, bye Mr Stan”
“Well it’s actually Mr Lee but go your late” the older man chuckles.
“I’m going I’m going” she laughs waving at him.
Practically running to school she runs to her class “I’m sorry Miss” 
“It’s okay Y/n just make sure it doesn’t happen again”
“It won’t Miss I promise”
Ms Ford was an older teacher who taught maths whether it’s because of her age or because of how long she had been teaching for she simply didn’t care if you was late or not, as long as you didn’t cause any trouble then it was fine.
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When the bell rang signalling for it to be lunch she slowly moved towards the bathroom so she could eat, on her way there she saw two of Brock’s friends walking towards her before she had a chance to do anything they grabbed her arms and dragged her backwards, leading her into the cafeteria.
No one blinks an eye or tries to help her out.
She’s shoved onto her knees in front of Brock, she shifts and in the corner of her eye she sees Bucky, Steve and Sam all staring.
“This little freak had the balls to talk back to me this morning and well I can’t let that happen” he told everyone. “Stand the freak up”
She’s roughly pulled up by her arms “did you all know that her dad killed her mom? Or that this little freak was in an orphanage?” He laughs.
“Shut up Brock” she says, mentally slapping herself for talking back.
“Ooh the freak speaks once again. Hey Bucky doesn’t this dog belong to you?” She’s spun around so she has no choice but to look at him, who once again just stares down.
“No? Not going to say anything? Wow some friend you are” Brock chuckles. “Hey guys want to see what she’s hiding under her shirt? My mom was a nurse who had to touch this freak”
Y/n’s eyes widen and she starts to struggle against the hold that the two boys had on her arms. “No no no Brock I’m sorry I’m sorry you don’t have to do this! I’m sorry”
Ignoring her pleads he just smirks at her “hold her steady boys”
“Brock stop!” Steve says shakily from the table.
“Shut up or your next. Stop struggling freak”
“Please s-stop! Please-D-Ducky help! No no no no no please no” she screams out as Brock rips her shirt off leaving her scarred back exposed to nearly the whole school.
“Disgusting isn’t it?” Brock laughs.
The murmurs and laughters are drowned out by the roaring of blood filling her ears, the moment she’s dropped to the ground she wraps her hands over her chest and runs out of the cafeteria and out of the school. Her vision was blurred as she ran faster than she’s ever ran before.
“Y/n-oh my lord, come here darling” an older voice says that she recognised from earlier.
“M-m-Mr Stan”
“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to put my coat around you okay?” As soon as the material was around her she collapsed into his arms.
“Darling le-let’s get you into the car and I’ll take you home okay?”
Everything moves in a blur, she doesn’t even realise that Mr Stan pulls up to her house or that he’s knocking on the door talking to her father or that her father comes rushing out of the house.
“Angel, angel come here”
“D-Dada” she cries clinging to him.
Howard lifts her out of the car and takes her into the house calling out for Maria who comes out of the kitchen. He takes her upstairs to her room where he lays her gently on the bed his heart breaking at the way she still clings on to him.
Leaving Maria to help Y/n get dressed and clean her injuries up he heads down the stairs to where Stan was still waiting.
“Come with me Stan” leading the older man into his office “what happened?”
“I met her this morning when she knocked on my door a bully had thrown her bag over my fence, we spoke a little before she left for school”
“A bully? Y/n’s being bullied?”
“So she says Sir”
“Howard, you know this Stan. Anyway carry on”
“Well I was driving home when she ran out into the road clutching…covering her chest. Her top half was naked. I got out and put my coat around her and brought her home”
“D-Did she say anything?”
“No, she just cried”
“Thank you for bringing her home Stan, here here’s some money” Howard pulls out a huge wad of money from the draw of his desk.
“Howard, I don’t want your money son. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t deserve half of the shit she’s gone through”
“Yo-you know?”
“Well…yes. She was in the newspapers. Just make sure she’s okay for me, I’ll see myself out goodbye Howard”
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“Y/n, angel please talk to us” Howard pleads as he sits next to Maria on Y/ns bed.
“I-it doesn’t matter”
“Of course it does sweetie, we need to deal with this” Maria speaks softly.
“I’m a freak! My back is disgusting. I-I should of died when my real dad tried to kill me”
Taken back by her confession Maria clutches her chest with shaky hands, Howard stutters trying to find the right words.
“A-Angel you don’t mean that”
“I do. I’m tired of being bullied, I’ve tried dad to make friends I have I swear but nobody wants to be friends with a freak. I don’t get why they call me names or steal my lunch or push me into things. I hate going to school. I hate Sam. I hate Steve. An-and I hate James. I hate my life, I wish I was dead” a shuddering breath leaves her lips as her whole body trembles.
She didn’t mean to tell them about the bullying or about how she hated her friends because even though they didn’t talk to her or stick up for her she didn’t hate them, they were her only friends.
She definitely didn’t mean to tell them how she wished she was dead.
“Y/n Stark you take that back!” Maria scolds.
“No! And let’s be honest mom the only reason you two adopted me was out of pity and because George probably asked you too just so James could keep me around” her voice raised and shook, mentally scolding herself for saying that because now she had to sit there and watch as the tears gathered in her mommas eyes.
“Is-is that what you really think?”
“It wasn’t pity that we felt when we adopted you Y/n, it was because I genuinely believed that you had a very special place in our family and I still believe that even after all these years. George never asked us to take you in.” Howard speaks.
“I-I-oh momma I’m so sorry! Dada I swear I didn’t mean it” she cries her eyes bouncing from one parent to the next.
“Angel, it’s okay. Oh sweetheart come here” Howard opens his arms waiting for his daughter to climb into them, rubbing his hand up and down her back not flinching or feeling disgusted when he feels the scars under her shirt.
“I’m sorry” she repeats over and over.
“Sweetheart we love you and just because you’re not biologically ours doesn’t make a difference, you are our daughter through and through” Maria says softly wiping the tears that fall onto her cheeks.
“I-I don’t want to go to school anymore momma please don’t make me go back”
“We’ll talk about it later okay? Get some sleep and we’ll talk about everything” Maria promises watching as she nods and climbs back into bed. 
A few hours later after Maria had managed to calm down Howard who was quite literally on a war path there was a knock on the door, Maria walked over to the door opening it she saw Sam and Steve standing there with sheepish looks on their faces.
“What are you two doing here?”
“W-we want to see Y/n, is-is she okay?”
“She is now. Where is James?”
“With Dot…”
“Charming. I don’t think Y/n will want to see you tonight, please leave”
“Miss Maria we’re really sorry, please tell Y/n that.”
“I will do. Goodbye boys”
Watching as the boys walk away with their tails in between their legs she shakes her head, she hates turning them away but when it comes to her daughter she’ll do everything to protect her, even if it’s from her friends.
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The next day Y/n woke with a pounding headache, the memories of what she had said to her parents made her stomach hurt. She hated herself for making her mom cry, seeing the hurt flash in her parents eyes made her want to burst out crying.
She never wanted her parents to find out that she was being bullied afraid it made her look weak, made her look like she needed them to save her again. She wanted to be strong just like Tony, be the social butterfly just like her brother instead of being social outcast that she was. 
Y/n had tried to fit in she really did, she tried to be someone that she wasn’t. She found it hard to be around the other girls who were interested in make up, the latest fashion and boys, none of them things she cared about.
Okay maybe she was interested in boys she noticed them obviously, especially one in particular. Bucky.
But sadly that didn’t matter anymore, not now that he had a girlfriend.
Y/n preferred the simpler things that life had to offer, she never cared for all pretty dresses her mom would get her or all of the expensive things her dad would give her. She preferred getting mud all over her, climbing trees, talking to the animals she encountered. Her hair was always messy and nine out of ten times her hair would have leaves tangled in it. Her clothes would have grass stains on them from where she would either roll around in the grass or from where she would kneel down getting closer to the insects she came upon.
She never truly understood why the other kids called her a freak, maybe she was but that didn’t matter right? She had a heart and feelings and she was just the same as everyone else.
“Angel, James is here to see you” Howard knocks on her bedroom door pulling her out of her trance.
Might as well as get this over and done with.
“Let him in dad”
“I’m just downstairs if you need me angel”
“Okay”
She sits up so she’s leaning against the headboard, twisting her ring that her dad had gotten her when she had gotten an A on a test. She watches as the door handle goes down a little bit and the door comes open revealing her Ducky.
“Hi Bun-Y/n” he says shyly as he shuffles in to the room, his eyes roaming everywhere other than on her.
“Hi”
“H-how are you feeling?”
“You’re joking right?” She scoffs.
“I-I’m sorry about yesterday, I should of done something to stop Brock”
“But you didn’t and I was humiliated in front of the whole entire school.”
“I know. Y-you didn’t come to mine last night and when I found out that Sam and Steve was turned away by your mom I kind of gotten worried”
“You expected me to show up after none of you said anything to stop Brock? After you didn’t wait for me at lunch or how you and the boys went to Lloyds without me?”
Rubbing the back of his neck he shifted on the spot “well yeah, we’re friends Bu-Y/n”
“You can’t even say the name you gave me when you was seven. Why is that?”
“Dot doesn’t like it”
“Dot being your girlfriend?”
“Yeah…”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had one?”
“Be-because I didn’t want you to get jealous”
“You thought I would get jealous?”
“Well yeah, you are aren’t you?”
“Give me a second, just wait there” she says as she stands up on shaky legs, moving around him she heads downstairs to the living room where her parents sat “momma, dada can I please swear? I won’t do it again I promise”
“Of course princess” Howard grins before Maria could say anything.
She runs back upstairs and walks around Bucky who still stands there. “Are you fucking out of your mind? You honestly thought I was jealous? I would have been happy for you!”
“Did you just ask your parents if you could swear?” Bucky grins finding it amusing.
“Don’t grin at me Ducky, I swear to God I will hit you!”
“You can’t call me that anymore Y/n, Dot hates it especially after you called it me yesterday”
“Fuck Dot! I’ve been your friend since I was six years old Ducky! You want me to be different with you now that you have a girlfriend?”
“Bunny-shit Y/n. Please just stop calling me it okay it’s embarrassing, we’re to old now to keep calling each other them silly nicknames”
“I-we-what? Duc-“
“Y/n.”
“Fine. James are you really going to be choosing her someone you’ve been dating for all of five minutes over me? Someone you’ve know for years?”
“Yes.”
“W-what?”
“I’m choosing her over you.”
“A-are we no longer friends?”
“Will you grow up and stop acting like a freak?” He says instantly slamming his mouth shut, regret seeping into his veins when he sees her the pain flash across her eyes.
“What did you just call me?”
“I-I didn’t mean it-“
“What did you just call me James”
“Bun-“
“I’m not going to fucking ask again James!”
“A freak” he gulps.
“Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house and out of my fucking life!”
“Bun-“
“You’re not allowed to call me that anymore, remember? Your bitch of a girlfriend won’t like it oh and we’re not fucking friends anymore! Now leave!”
“Don’t call Dot a-“
“She’s a bitch. A big fat stinking bitch! And guess what James, so are you.”
“Brock’s right, you are a freak. A freak with no friends. And guess what Y/n, I never wanted to be your friend I just felt sorry for you. Your father beat you and killed your mother so of course I felt sorry for you, did you really think I wanted to be friends with you? News flash I didn’t!” He shouts, once he calmed down from his outburst he struggles to breathe “Y/n I’m-I’m sor-“
“I hate you. If you don’t leave right now I’ll get my dad up here, I’m not joking James. Get out I hate you so much I can’t believe I actually thought I loved you. Now fuck off.”
“I-I’m sorry”
“Shove your sorry up your arse and fuck right off bye bye”
She turns her back on him and waiting until she heard him leave, she had always thought that he became her friend because he felt sorry for her but she didn’t want to believe it, now she knew the truth she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Hearing the front door shut she burst out crying, she fell to her knees clutching her chest. She felt her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on a million times.
“Oh my sweet baby, it’s okay I’ve got you” Maria hold her daughter as she breaks down.
“M-Momma it hurts”
“I know it does sweetheart. Let it all out baby”
“I-I don’t want to be here anymore momma”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to go to a private school like you and dada said befo-before I went to school with them”
Maria looks over at Howard who stands at the doorway with his jaw clenched so tightly that Maria thought he was going to shatter his teeth.
“Are you sure angel?”
“Yes I’m sure dada, please I won’t ask for anything else ever again!”
“I’ll set it up angel”
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Bucky had no idea that when he woke up that morning that he was going to lose his best friend but he only had himself to blame.
He had lost the most important person in his life all because he fucked up.
He had said the most vilest things to her which was not in any way true.
He had lost his Bunny.
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jadedvibes · 1 year
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Always
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Summary: Bucky realizes he's in love with you right before graduation, but you accepted a job offer across the country. Fortunately, nothing, not even distance can hinder the way you feel about one another.
Pairing: best friend!Bucky x reader
Series word count: ~ 8k
Warnings: fluff, angst with an eventual happy ending, lots of feels, swearing, nicknames.
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This mini-series is complete ♡
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insomniumstella · 1 year
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stuck in the middle (1) | bucky x avenger!reader 
summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.
warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky
word count: 4,050
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Wanda had never considered herself too lucky, but she had not been entirely unfortunate either. 
She’d often get the last croissant at her favorite coffee shop or find money in every little corner of the compound — abandoned lockers at the gym, behind the coffee jar in the pantry, in the pocket of Tony’s pants that one and only time he had asked the girl to wash them for him.
Wanda could remember the day she had won her first contest vividly. The anxiety at the pit of her stomach, the crinkling of paper as she tore open a brown envelope, the pure joy when she had found out about receiving a pink toaster oven. That fateful day had forever been burned into her memories. 
A couple of weeks later, she had entered a second competition after accidentally stumbling upon it in a random magazine and won again and again until Wanda, getting all sorts of things for free, became a running joke at the compound. It had been no different after a major travel company had announced a contest for a free vacation in Hawaii months ago, she could sense, before she had even opened the oversized box Maui Dreams had delivered to the Avengers’ headquarters. 
Wanda had been right; she had not exhausted her luck yet. 
“Bucky, I’m sorry!” She threw the soldier a sheepish glance before dragging y/n out of the training facility that afternoon. Wanda had paid little mind to James, and if looks could kill, she would’ve been six feet under. 
It was only when the two girls had reached the compound’s kitchen did y/n notice that Wanda was still in her pajamas, holding a bright pink paper slip. The redhead’s expression was a mixture of anxiety and bewilderment, and y/n couldn’t decide which one she’d prefer to experience first if neither wasn’t an option. 
“Training with Bucky is a nightmare, so thank you for the temporary rescue, but,” she gestured to the paper Wanda was holding before getting a water bottle from the fridge, “what’s this, and why is it making you upset?” 
“This,” Wanda held up the CONGRATULATIONS: HAWAII AWAITS! letter, “is a note granting me a free vacation in Hawaii.” She chewed on her lip, staring at y/n. “Hawaii!” 
“Yes, Hawaii.” She nodded, unsure as if one wrong word would cause Wanda to lose her temper. 
“This,” she waved the paper in y/n’s face, “is a free pass for a week in paradise, and I cannot go! I read their terms and conditions and, shit, I even emailed them, but,” heavy accent laced itself around her words, “they’ve decided that for the reason that Vision is a robot, and I’m a foreign weapon of mass destruction we cannot go.” She spoke mockingly, rolling her eyes. “They worded it differently, but it seems ridiculous nonetheless.” 
“Modern problems require modern solutions.” She offered Wanda a half smile, trying to make a joke out of the situation. “Besides, they might’ve been right about the destruction part of the email.” She added in a much quieter voice, referring to the complex of buildings her teammate had recently destroyed. 
It had been purely an accident, a blunder of magic most would've had a difficult time controlling if one was to ask y/n. However, it had been a pure catastrophe if one was to ask the American government. 
“It was an accident, and the houses were empty.” The redhead cocked her head to the side, face painted in faux shock at y/n’s accusations. 
“Offer the trip to Steve. Heaven knows Captain Rogers needs a break.” She finished the water bottle, throwing it into the trash. “We can talk later, but I must get going.”
James Buchanan Barnes was undoubtedly still waiting in the training facility, and, though y/n had little desire to finish training, she couldn’t bail again. Besides, James had been beating her ass at hand-to-hand combat the past few weeks, and she’d be everything she had always despised if she gave him the satisfaction of giving up that easily. 
“I did.” The guilty undertones in Wanda’s tone stopped y/n in her tracks, and she glanced at the redhead from over her shoulder. “I signed up the two of you for the vacation.” 
Bewilderment burned in y/n’s eyes. “What?!” 
“Pack your bags.” The younger girl chuckled, leaning against the bar. Her smile was everything but innocent. “The plane leaves tomorrow evening.” 
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The woman tried arguing, she did. 
As soon as James had dismissed her from training, she had been running around in meek attempts to locate Steve, and even when she had finally succeeded, Wanda’s story proved to be true. The schedules had been cleared, Steve’s bags had been packed. It was suspicious, way too suspicious — the Steve she had known for almost ten years already, wouldn’t have willingly signed up for a vacation. It was an all-expenses-paid vacation in Hawaii, yes, but everything had appeared too perfect for it to be true.
She found herself on the plane the next evening nonetheless because if The Captain Rogers agreed to it, she could see herself tanning topless, a Moscow Mule in hand, as well. The universe must’ve heard y/n’s prayers and decided to bless her with a miracle. Thank you, universe, she thought, sipping on a vodka soda the flight attendant had given her as soon as she sat down in the business-class seat. Though the airplane could never compare to the luxury of Tony’s private jets, which dripped with excessive luxury, it was far better than flights with the team, for this flight had no bickering or shouting. I need more of these, y/n decided when a nearby passenger kept slamming their backpack into the overhead bin, I need more vodka.
“This compartment must be full. Perhaps you should try the compartment next to it?” She softly suggested, flipping through the airline’s in-flight shopping catalog.
She loved boarding first for the copious amounts of space in the overhead bins because the loss of storage was the sorrow passengers who boarded last suffered.
“What the fuck?” Bucky gawked at her before giving the backpack a final push and deciding to shove it underneath the seat when it didn’t fit. “Where the fuck is Steve?” His loud voice earned judging glances from the people with kids in the row ahead of them, but he paid the family no mind.
“James?!”
Devil himself sat beside y/n, his perplexed expression matching hers. No, no, no, Steve wouldn’t.
The woman had been overly excited to meet Bucky in all his glory after the court had declared him innocent. And, sure, he had stabbed her the first time they met, but y/n had been willing to put the past behind the pair and start fresh. Everyone deserved a second chance, or everyone except Bucky, she had determined, when he had been nothing but an asshole for the last five years. It had never been a ‘James hates everyone’ issue, no, it was a ‘Bucky hates y/n’ issue. If he was determined to make her life a living hell, she was more than happy to return the favor, declaring war.
“Did you put him up to this?”
“What?”
“Did you switch places with Steve?” He repeated in a far bolder and louder voice.
She could not comprehend the words that rolled off of his tongue. Why would she, the woman who had recently replaced his almond milk with whole milk, knowing he’d suffer immensely, but doing it anyway just for the fun of it, ask Steve to go on a vacation with James?
“Yes, sergeant, I begged Steve for a week in paradise with the great James Buchanan Barnes.”
The soldier raised a brow, digging into his back pocket to retrieve something y/n deemed as a brick — an old, barely usable cellphone Bucky used for his personal endeavors. She peeked at the contact list of three whole people and snickered to herself. Steve, Sam, and his therapist were the only numbers he had saved. Though it did not come as a surprise, it was amusing to witness.
“Sir, please put the phone away, we are preparing for takeoff.”
His head shot up at the sound of the flight attendant’s voice. James glanced between the insufferable woman in the seat on his left and the woman with a pleasant smile standing nearby, carefully choosing his next battle.
“There’s been a misunderstanding.” He grinned apologetically, but closed the flip phone. “I just need to make a quick call.” 
“The plane door’s open,” y/n shrugged, pretending to look unbothered as if Bucky’s appearance on the plane wasn’t the most horrifying of problems, “you could let me go on the trip alone,” she paused, pretending to be in deep thought, “I’d be distraught, of course, but it’d be nothing a little Hawaiian sun and a martini couldn’t fix.”
Bucky scoffed at her. Was she really that stuck up to believe she was the only one in need of a holiday? 
James wouldn’t outright admit it, but he desperately craved a break from the stress of high-stakes missions, frequently occurring chaos in the compound, from y/n, who had ruined his last Wednesday by switching his almond milk to whole milk. He had stayed up in the bathroom until midnight, missing out on a potentially incredible date. It would've been his third after James had gotten his mind back and y/n had wrecked it, prompting a stream of angry messages from Jennifer, a bartender at a local bar. 
“The door is actually closed, ma’am. Please fasten your seatbelts and turn all devices on airplane mode.” The flight attendant’s smile faltered for a second. “Would you like me to bring you another vodka soda when we’re in the air?” She questioned, gesturing to y/n’s empty plastic cup as an offer for consolation.
“Make it double, please.” She nodded eagerly, the appalling realization of James and her being stuck on an airplane to Hawaii slowly creeping in.
The soldier threw an unamused glare in the girl’s direction, "if you throw up-“
“Oh my,” the annoyance in her tone was evident when she spoke, “that was one time, James,” she pushed a finger into his chest, “It was Halloween, and I wanted to outdrink Steve, and-“
“And I don’t care.” He shuffled in his seat for a more comfortable position. The plane was suddenly too hot and too cramped for James to stomach. “Just don’t throw up and, this one you might find difficult executing, stop talking to me. It’s bad enough I got tricked into getting on a plane with the most aggravating woman alive.” The words dripped with poison, firm and calculated. The former sentence was harsh, but it was his truth.  
“When we land, you could stay at the airport,” she turned to face him, her knees bumping against his half on purpose, half because of the tight space between them, “and get on the next flight to upstate New York.”
James sneered, “sounds like a plan. I sincerely hope you’ll exceed at completing it.” If anyone was to catch the next flight to NYC it would be y/n, he’d make sure of it.
She studied him, hoping her deadly stare would frighten the soldier, yet he didn’t move, make a sound, or change facial expressions. He remained entirely cool on the outside, and it infuriated her.  
The next time her knees bumped into his, it was deliberate. “I need a vacation.” If James wanted to, and he did, he would’ve purposely mistaken the comment for a plea. A plea for sympathy from none other than y/n, the woman who never begged people for anything.
“As do I.” 
“This is only the beginning then, princess,” she snatched the phone from his hands, aggressively flipping it shut from when he had turned it on after the flight attendant had left his sight, “this monstrosity is old enough to be a safety hazard, and it definitely does not have airplane mode.”
“Good. Perhaps it’ll kill us both and put me out of this misery.” He hissed, capturing y/n’s wrist.
She almost hoped it would.
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“Honeymoon?!”
“I might have twisted the truth slightly,” Wanda’s voice sounded distracted over the phone.
“Slightly? I’m on a fucking honeymoon with Bucky Barnes, Wanda.” She could see Bucky through the glass windows from where she was standing in the smoking area outside of the hotel.
“Mmmh.”
“They’re putting us in the Lovers’ Suite as we speak. There’s probably going to be rose petals everywhere.”
“First, calm down.” Wanda switched the iPhone to her left side, holding it in place with her shoulder and cheek as she painted her nails.
Though she wouldn’t admit it, hearing the betrayal in y/n’s voice was the highlight of her week. She loved the girl, and if it came down to it, she’d die for her, but the situation was amusing at the least.
Steve had been the first person to find out about Hawaii, and when he made a seemingly silly joke that she should send Bucky and y/n on a honeymoon, a plan had been born.
“Second, you love roses.” A foolproof plan of Steve and Wanda to help the idiots notice what they had been blind to. “Besides it’s just for one week.”
“One week with Bucky Barnes is one week too long.”
“Please send me photos of you two at the beach.” The redhead chuckled.
“There will be no photos of us at the beach,” she replied, her tone dripping with poison, “I hope you know that I will forever hate you.”
“Don’t blame me. I didn’t know Bucky would show up instead of Steve.” Wanda lied through her teeth. 
She had known about the ordeal that would unfold. In fact, she had masterfully orchestrated it all. It was y/n’s fault for believing Captain America would choose a vacation over missions and meetings he had been scheduled to attend.
“Steve better sleep with his eyes open when I get back.”
“I love you!” Wanda hung up the phone before y/n could get another word in.
“Shit.” She cursed under her breath when the phone suddenly became silent.
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The soldier’s sickeningly charming smile was the last thing y/n expected when she strutted up to the reception desk.
“Darling, would you mind showing your ID? It’s the final thing we need to check in.”
She raised a brow at James, confused. “What?”
He threw her a brief, unimpressed glance before softening his eyes and gesturing to the woman. “Aaliyah has the room ready early, but she needs both of our IDs to check us in. It’s mentioned in the rules of the contest.”
The contest Wanda had used to trick her. May she burn in Sokovian hell.
“Yes, both parties must present their IDs. It’s simply a formality.” Aaliyah chimed in. “Our staff always get informed of the winners’ names. It’s the only way to redeem activities, meals at the à la carte restaurants, and special discounts.”
“Would a driver’s license work?” She asked, rummaging through her purse before sliding a random ID over the counter.
“Of course!” The receptionist’s smile was too bright and too happy for nine in the morning, y/n decided, but then again, it was Hawaii, so perhaps people functioned differently here. “Is this your first honeymoon?”
“It is!” She answered too quickly and without giving James a chance to speak. “We’ve just been too busy to notice as time flew by. Today’s our fourth wedding anniversary.” The words fell out of her mouth quicker than y/n could stop them, and she winced at the lie.
“Congratulations! I’ll have a romantic dinner arranged for tonight. Would seven work, or should I schedule it at eight?”
She had been entirely wrong. The universe cursed her — the tipsiness from the vodka was wearing off, the week in paradise turned out to be a faux honeymoon, and the random ID, she had provided hurriedly so as to not arouse suspicions on why a regular traveler carried that many driver’s licenses, was issued under the name of none other than Amelie Barnes. The ID had never been a problem until today when it incriminated y/n as Bucky’s wife and became the ultimate punishment for all the sins she had committed against the soldier.
Perhaps I should clean out my wallet sometimes. 
“We wouldn’t want to cause any trouble, Aaliyah.” He awkwardly patted y/n on the shoulder. “You must deal with hundreds of honeymooners every day.”
“Nonsense. It’d be my pleasure.”
“The flight was exhausting,” James tried again, “we’ll probably enjoy a drink or two and call it a night.”
"It's fine, really." She chimed in, stepping further away from James and his awkward touches. "We want to order room service anyways." 
"Yes!" He agreed, glancing at y/n. "A burger sounds divine." The timber of Bucky's voice was utterly unconvincing. 
"Scheduling a dinner? It sounds too tiring and too long of a process." The woman offered Aaliyah a foolish grin, resting her elbows on the reception desk and propping her head in her hands. 
She had attempted to sound unbothered, but her delivery of words had been quite ridiculous. She appeared eccentric, stupidly staring at the employee through panicked eyes. I am not his wife, he is not my husband. Please, woman, do not arrange a romantic dinner for the two of us tonight.
Unfortunately, the receptionist did not turn out to be a mind reader. 
“It's not," she narrowed her eyes before her tightly pursed lips switched into a smile, "seven it is then! Toro Toro is our finest restaurant and will be perfect for a passionate anniversary celebration.”
“Great.” Bucky muttered under his breath.
She slid two pamphlets over the desk, “One of the pamphlets is a map of the hotel, and the other is a list of honeymoon activities. Couples massage seems to be the fan favorite.” She typed something on the computer before pushing the IDs and two sets of room keys in their direction, “Brody will lead you to the suite. Welcome to Hawaii Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.”
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“I’m not going to the dinner.” James slumped into the couch.
The room was spacious and elegant, and, her intuition had been right, covered in rose petals. A bottle of champagne stood in a bucket of ice on the coffee table, a generous fruit basket and a note next to it. She landed on the opposite side of the sofa, picking up the postcard to read it.
Welcome to Hawaii — paradise awaits. We wish you a passionate and blissful honeymoon. The mea inu (drinks) are on us!
“Fine by me.” She let out a strangled chuckle at the irony of it all. “Do you think the receptionist was in on it?”
“Aaliyah?” James reached down to pop the champagne open. “She might be on something, that much I can say, but,” he took a sip from the bottle before pouring himself a glass and then, after a second of hesitation, begrudgingly poured y/n a glass too, “to think Steve would set her up is a reach.”
“Wanda would. She knew about the flights and the honeymoon package, and,” y/n got silent and took a big gulp of champagne when a sudden realization set in, “what were the rules of the contest?”
“I’m not Google on legs, y/n.” An aggravated sigh slipped past his lips.
She craved to spit a sarcastic comment at James but refrained against it. 
“What if we have to pretend to be a couple? What if the contest is designed in a way that a pair of friends or strangers cannot redeem the prize, and we’ll have to pay for everything? Tony would skin us.”
“The receptionist mentioned something along the lines of people scamming the contest’s company, but this is utter nonsense. There were five winners in total, they couldn’t possibly monitor each pair.”
“They could take away the activities.” She raised a brow, finishing her drink. “Bye, bye scuba diving.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, we are,” the word got lost in his throat as James made a disgusted face, “a couple as of thirty minutes ago. In fact, we’re celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary.”
“The ID was issued a little over four years ago, Barnes.”
“And? You just had to run your big mouth and get us a reservation for a romantic dinner, didn’t you?”
“I panicked!” She raised her voice, finding a way into the bedroom. It was a monstrosity compared to the living room, decorated with not only rose petals but Hershey's chocolate kisses and candles everywhere. “The driver’s license I pulled happened to be under the name of Amelie Barnes, she saw it was issued a little over four years ago and most likely assumed I had changed my name soon after our wedding.”
“The wedding we never had.”
She had been wiping roses off the bed and onto the floor, emptying a pair of heavy suitcases on the satin sheets as soon as it was clean.
“It’s not like I could’ve snatched the ID and presented another. Perhaps she recognized you, the infamous Winter Soldier, but I, if you need a refresher,” the woman disappeared into the balcony when James came into the bedroom, “work under disguises.” Her voice was almost a whisper in the morning’s wind. “I’m the Avenger without a name.”
Nick Fury had imposed a great deal of strength and a great deal of sorrow upon y/n when she had finished S.H.I.E.L.D. training. She had excelled in many areas, but lying was her forte. The woman had once loved to be a ghost story, to embody a superhero without an identity, especially when fellow Avengers couldn't show faces in public without getting recognized. All good things come to an end, she had learned when the lies had become a burden, bleeding into her personal life, and y/n had found herself largely alone. James, a man she despised, had more genuine memories of y/n than her past lovers ever would. Over the years, it had evolved into as generous of a problem as it had been an opportunity. 
“This is bad.” Bucky followed after her. “We cannot be seen together.”
“As if we usually are.”
“I’m being serious, y/n. Forget about the money. What if someone recognizes me and connects the quite obvious dots that you might be working for the  Avengers as well?” James leaned on the balcony railing, too close to y/n for her enjoyment.
The woman stayed silent, enjoying the view. The sky was stained with various hues of blue, lighter than the endless ocean ahead of them. It was nothing short of breathtaking, glorious even. Hawaii was truly a paradise on Earth with its sandy air and pleasantly warm sun, whose rays gently caressed her skin.
“Officially you are retired. The public isn’t aware of your affiliation with Avengers.” She reminded. "Amelie Barnes is the wife of a retired officer, nothing less, nothing more."
There was a chance they could run into a former HYDRA agent or a politician the Avengers had tried and failed to lock up, but the chance was too slim to become a burden. Perhaps we could make this work, she thought and stole a glance at Bucky. She would stay on her side of the hotel while he would stay on his, and if need be, they’d pretend to be a couple without getting noticed by these vacationing villains James referred to. It had happened before, once, when Sam had a genius idea of catching an arms dealer at an upscale club in New York City. James had kissed her then, and much to y/n’s surprise, she hadn’t stopped breathing or dropped dead. They had caught the trafficker and went on their merry ways — Bucky continued to exhaust her ass at training, and y/n had switched his conditioner to body wash amongst other, less innocent, endeavors. Much to her dismay, his hair continued to stay shiny and, in Wanda’s words, quite fabulous.
“Yes, sergeant, villains just happen to vacation at The Maui Resort.” She poked fun at his obnoxious concerns, disappearing back into the bedroom.
As of now, there was only a single problem y/n needed to resolve.
Should she suggest James sleeps on the floor or in the marble bathtub?
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lostgirlmuseum · 6 months
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Make the Wave Mini Series Masterlist 🏖
Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader
Summary: You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention. 
Words: 12.1k
Warnings: Jealousy, Reader's bf is a loser, cursing, etc. Specifics will be on each chapter. Very limited use of "y/n" for those that don't like it.
A/N: My first (very mini) mini series! I know it’s a little past summer to be doing this, but whatever. I don't have a taglist, BUT! I made a side-blog/library you can follow that will only have updates. @lostgirl-library
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Chapter 1 - FRIDAY
Chapter 2 - SATURDAY
Chapter 3 - SUNDAY
Chapter 4 - MONDAY
This series is complete! Thank you for all of the likes/reblogs/comments, and continued support! 🥰
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jamie-leah · 27 days
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Lifeline Pt 4
Bucky x Reader
Series
Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.
Word Count: 1,570
Warnings: Descriptions of domestic Violence, Self doubt, Angst
A/N: I wasn't expecting this scene to turn out so angsty but the characters run the show, I just type letters. Enjoy!
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You look up the length of the Tower building, the cold air stealing your breath. You’re not sure if this is a good idea anymore. You agreed to the meal in the book shop because Bucky was so cute asking and the smile afterwards was worth it. And you also wanted to see the family he has now.  
But actually standing outside the Tower? Moments away from meeting the people that Bucky live with, that he considers friends and family? Coupled with the fact that you and Bucky clearly have something special? It’s enough to make you want to run away.  
Bucky gives your hand a squeeze, pulling you gently into the building. He nods to the receptionist but doesn’t break his stride to the elevators. Pushing a button, Bucky glances to you with a warm smile, “you have nothing to worry about.”  
You laugh, “is it that obvious?” 
Bucky shrugs, “I mean, I would be nervous meeting a bunch of superheroes who are just as likely to hug you as they are to run background checks on you and grill you over dinner.”  
“Wait, they’ve run a background check on me?” 
Bucky squeezes your hand again, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past some of them, like Nat and Tony but it’s fine.”  
“Have you ever...?” 
Even though you trailed off, Bucky understands what you’re asking, “no, I haven’t looked you up or asked anyone to. I figured I would get to know you the old-fashioned way.”  
His comments make you smile, but your anxiety quickly steals that away from you, “it’s not the fact that they’re superheroes.”  
Bucky frowns, “no? Then why are you so nervous?”  
You roll your eyes playfully, “Mr. Clueless.” 
You both chuckle as you continue, “because, they’re your friends, family. People that you’ve gone to hell and back with. They’re probably the most important people in your life.”  
The elevator dings when Bucky says, “you’re important to me too.”  
Bucky pulls you through the doors as a smile spreads across your face. You repeat his words in your mind as you get closer and closer to the voices down the hall. It helps to ease the racing in your chest.  
“Steve, have you ever seen Bucky like this with anyone?”, you hear a female voice ask.  
A man chuckles, “not like this, no.”  
“If she had any sense she would run in the other direction.”  
“Sam!”  
“I was kidding mostly. He’s so grumpy all the time, I don’t know how she has any fun around him.”  
“Maybe she’s just as grumpy.”  
“Natasha!”  
“Kidding!” 
“Can we please just have a nice dinner with no bickering or arguing? Just this one time?”  
Bucky steps into the room, your footsteps slightly behind, “I don’t think Sam or Nat can keep their big mouths shut long enough.”  
All heads swivel to Bucky and you. Fighting the urge to fidget, you lift your gaze to meet theirs. Steve is the first to jump into action. He sticks his hand out to you, and you take it with a gentle shake, “it’s nice to finally meet you. Bucky has talked a lot about you.”  
A small smile fights to the surface, “he has? Sounds like Bucky is the one with the big mouth.”  
The silence only lasts a moment. A booming laugh falls from Bucky’s lips, head tipped back, eyes closed. The rest look shocked before joining Bucky in various rounds of laughter.  
“Okay, definitely not grumpy.” Sam concludes.  
Natasha smirks, “keep this one, Barnes. I like her.”  
Bucky looks down to you, murmuring, “I plan to.”  
And just like that you fit right into the dynamic like a glove. Steve loads the table up with different Chinese dishes. Sam puts the plates out, while Natasha sets up the cutlery. Bucky shows you to your seat and takes the one on your left, explaining why the others can’t make it tonight.  
Once everyone takes their seats, the table descends into chaos as they all scramble to fill their plates with all their favourites. They fight over the portions and sharing the rice. They laugh when Sam spills sauce down his top, or when Steve eats something spicy. They chat about their days and things that need doing in their world all while joking and bickering.  
And you watch it all with affection but slight envy. They include you, of course. They get your opinions on things they can’t agree on or ask questions to get to know you. You love every second of it and you envy how you missed out on this growing up. The easy nature of loving people. And being loved by them in return. Trusting them enough to know you and not destroy you.  
When the food is mostly gone and the talking dies down, Natasha studies you holding a glass of wine to her chest. She asks, “so, how long are you planning on sticking around?” 
Lips parted in surprise; you don’t answer right away.  
Steve says her name in a warning tone and if looks could kill Bucky would have killed Natasha on the spot.  
Through all this she continues to stare at you, waiting.  
You clear your throat, “how much do you know?”  
“Enough.”  
Bucky leans forward, “Natasha, don’t.”  
She levels her gaze on him, “how much do you know, Barnes? Do you know she’s married? Still? Do you know how she’s bounced around the country, not staying anywhere longer than two months?”  
You notice the surprise on Sam and Steve’s face. Good to know they didn’t all go snooping.  
Bucky shoots up from his chair, glaring at Natasha. Natasha puts her wine down and stands slowly. They look about ready to rip into each other.  
“Do you know why?”, you ask.  
“I saw the hospital records.”  
In the corner of your eye, you can see Sam and Steve making the obvious connections. But you continue to look at Natasha, “so you understand?”  
She sighs, “to a point. Look, I like you, I do. And it’s nice to see Bucky happy for a change. But if you take off, then it’s us that have to put the pieces back together.”  
You get it. You really do. But you feel a fire spread out from your chest and into your limbs. Anger, like you’ve never felt before comes crashing to the surface like a stormy sea. Anger that no one is considering what any of this means for you. Anger that Bucky has all these people looking out for him and you have no one. You were a good wife. You were a good person and yet you’ve ended up with no one. And this only proves that point.  
You shake your head, “none of you get it. If I stay after he finds me then I’m dead. None of you know him like I do. You can look up his history and see where he was born, who his parents are, his friends. See his military background and all the connections he’s made since. But you don’t know what his hatred looks like. You don’t know what his fist feels like when it connects with your jaw. You don’t know just how cold the floor is when you’ve been curled there for hours after he’s kicked you over and over, telling you to be better, to do better...If I stay, you’re asking me to give up.”  
You stand from the table and make your way to the exit. Bucky tries to reach you as you pass him, but you dodge his grip. Pausing before leaving the room, you add, “and he always finds me.”  
You don’t look back as you make your way to the elevator. You wonder why the world looks so blurry and unsteady when you feel the familiar trail of wetness roll down your cheek. You’re not cut out for this. For family life. Not anymore. It’s too hard, too terrifying. You’re not strong like them, you can’t stand and fight and no one can save you. They’ll only get hurt, either by Andrew or you when you leave.  
Bucky calls your name, running down the hall to catch up to you before you get on the elevator. He spins you to face him, “she shouldn’t have said that-” 
You hold your hand up, the fight leaving your body all at once, “I respect her for wanting to protect her family. Maybe I would do the same in her position, especially when it comes to you. I just need some space.”  
You step on the elevator and press the button for the ground floor. Bucky holds the doors open, “I’ll give you the space. I’d give you anything you want if you asked. I’m heading out on a mission early morning, we just had the call, but...I get it. I really get it. How hard it is to let people in when all you’ve had is yourself. But you’re not alone anymore. At least, you don’t have to be.” 
He steps back, “don’t let him take anymore from you.”  
The elevator doors close. The image of Bucky looking sad and lost burned in your brain is one you can’t help comparing to the last time you looked at him when the elevator doors closed at your building. And you can’t help wondering if he would be better off without you. Either way, you know it’ll haunt your dreams tonight.  
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