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marvelswh0re · 50 minutes ago
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If you think I wouldn't slide the lyrics to 'I Am A Girl Like You' from Barbie: The Princess And The Pauper under Bucky's door and force him to sing it with me when we watch the movie together you're fucking incorrect.
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fictivefrolic · 2 hours ago
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Mission of Mercy: Thirty-Five
Bucky wasn’t sure what the fuck your mother was trying to accomplish, but he knew she wasn’t doing it. You were using the same tone of voice you used with Rookies who were having a breakdown.  And that Bucky assumed you used with clients in an old life.
There was too much chatter for him to clearly make out the words. The clink and clatter of glasses and cutlery and the low, buzzing hum of conversation. Ostensibly, this was a celebratory dinner. One that you’d organized without telling your mom it was a celebration. And now, after the announcement, you were standing off to the side trying to coax her into coming back to the table. Because of all things, your mother was furious that you were using a family heirloom as your engagement ring. 
Because it should have been Clay’s. But mostly because it had never been given to Rex to give to her. Rex had, evidently, told her it had been lost instead of telling her that his mother just forbade him to use it. 
Joe glanced to the side and cringed slightly, “Sorry, kid,” he sighed, “I didn’t know it would cause this much of a fuss.”
Bucky smiled a little and let the waited refill his glass, “It’s not like you could have known… Y/N either for that matter.”
“Still-” but whatever he meant to say, was cut off when he saw you walking back towards the table with your mom.
“Everything okay?” Natasha asked, stepping on Steve’s foot to keep him from getting up to pull out Carlie’s chair. 
“Fine,” you say brightly, giving her a meaningful look over your mom shoulder. 
“It isn’t,” Carlie argued, “It isn’t yours.”
“Carlie,” Joe cut in over you, “Margie didn’t like you. Nobody did. And, at the time you and Rex got married my wife was still wearing it.” The old man sounded tired. He hated that this was being discussed in public. “I gave it to the boy because Clay is dead. I figured it made sense for Y/N to use it now… And if they ever have a son she can gift it to him.”
Carlie made an irritated sound and Bucky heard you mutter, “Mom, you’re making a scene. No stop.” And there was a sudden little bit of calm. It swept through the table like a cool breeze on a hot still day.
“I hate it when you do that,” she snapped. Still obviously irritated. “It’s creepy.”
And for the first time, Bucky realized that you didn’t change a person’s emotions. You just changed their perception. 
“I like it,” Steve said helpfully. Bucky nodded in agreement and hoped Steve or Sam would have something to add. 
“Xanax doesn’t work on supersoldiers,” Sam said stage whispering to Carlie.
“Really?”
Steve and Bucky both nodded. And then it happened. 
Things went from bad to worse. And like the barometer you are, you saw it coming but couldn’t do anything about it.
“She’s an asset on missions,” Steve said trying to be helpful. And three Identical gasps. From Sam, From Joe, and from Carlie, clued Steve in that he had made a horrible, terrible mistake.
“On missions?” Carlie said rounding on you, “I thought you worked at the hospital.”
“I do,” you say, taking a sip of your champagne, “Part time.”
“You lied to me?”
The ear splitting screech caused both supersoldiers to wince and several other dinner parties to turn and glare.
“To avoid exactly this conversation,” you say calmly. Bucky knows you don’t feel calm. He can see the tension ratcheting down on your body. Ready to run. He puts an arm around the back of your chair and squeezes your shoulder.
When she raised her hand to slap you ,you catch her wrist, “Stop.” Your voice never rose, it was still the same calm tone.
“Ma’am your daughter is a hero,” Steve tried. 
But when it was clear you weren’t going to bow to her tirades she twisted her wrist out of your grip and swatted her drink at you, spattering your face, your dress, Bucky and Joe with the gin and tonic she had been drinking. You sat stock still and didn’t turn your head as she stormed off  but you did take the napkin Sam proffered to get the liquor off your face.
“Excuse me,” you say quietly, standing and turning the opposite direction she’d gone. Heading towards the washroom. And Natasha follows with both of your bags quickly. She isn't sure what exactly you have in your bag to fix your make up but she says a silent thank you to the creator of waterproof mascara. 
Bucky watches helplessly for a minute and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Steve.”
“She called her creepy,” Steve said, offended on your behalf.
Joe chuckled bitterly, “Son,” he said, “That’s mild. And nothing compared to the earful she’s gonna get.” The old man shook his head and pushed his plate away. Sam looked towards where your mother was standing outside waiting for someone to chase after her. To soothe her wounded feelings.
“Are you gonna-”
“Nope,” Bucky said, not turning.
“Buck-” Steve started, not really sure what he wants to say but knowing that Bucky looks livid.
“Stop helping,” Sam said quietly, watching Joe pat the brunette’s shoulder. 
Bucky turned and looked at the old man and he smiled a little, “Give her a few minutes to get herself calmed down.” Bucky nodded and took a deep breath. 
“Well this wasn’t how I wanted the night to go,” he said dabbing at his shirt with the napkin Steve handed him and handing one to Joe. “Do the melt downs ever get less dramatic?”
“Nope.”
Bucky watched Carlie start back inside and stood, “Excuse me, gentlemen. I’m about to go put the fear of god in this woman.”
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You pause at the door of the washroom, looking towards the window. “What’s Bucky doing?” you ask, lips bloodless. So far you’d managed to keep them mostly separated. Your mother required careful handling and you’d built a pleasant little fiction for her about your life.
“I don’t know,” Natasha said quietly, looking to where Bucky’s co-conspirators appeared to be pretending nothing was happening. She handed the glass a helpful waitress had given her to another waitress and linked her arm through yours. 
“Chin up, tits out, I suppose,” you mutter letting her lead you to the table. You kiss Joe on the cheek and take the chair Sam is holding for you.
“What’s going on?” Natasha asked. 
Joe cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer, “Tin Man out there is giving Carlie the tongue lashing she deserves I  imagine.” When you make a strangled sound and start to get up, Joe puts a hand on your arm. “Sunshine,” he said quietly, “You sit right there. People have been kowtowing to her shit since you were a baby. But now you’re grown and there’s no way for her to hold you over all our heads. This has been a long time coming.”
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Carlie turned to face Bucky, expecting her future son-in-law to give her a sympathetic ear. She sniffled pathetically and Bucky had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “What the fuck,” he asked quietly, “Do you think you’re doing?”
The woman in front of him drew herself up to his full height and glared at him “Don’t you dare-”
“I will dare. And I’ll tell you this. You ever talk to my wife like that again and I’ll personally make sure that you never see her again. We’re not playing the poor me game any more. You think you’re the only one at that table that’s ever been lied to? Ever lost somebody?” He took a deep breath and half a step forward making Carlie move back out of the walk way and closer to the wall. 
“You don’t know how hard it is,” she spat.
“No- I only spent 70 years as a mind controlled zombie while everyone I ever loved thought I was dead. Carlie, no one wins the misery olympics.”
“I raised-”
“Everyone else raised,” he corrected. “They raised those kids while you wallowed and treated Y/N like she was a freak. Do you know why Y/N joined SHIELD?”
Carlie didn’t answer. She wouldn’t even look at Bucky.
“She took the job because she thought it was her one chance to find Clay and bring him home.”
The woman looked up and he shook his head. “She talks about him like he’s in the next room. Everything she’s ever done she’s been competing with your ghosts. And I’m not going to let her anymore.”
He hailed a cab for her and turned, taking a deep breath. He had more he wanted to say but he just couldn’t. He was so angry that he was liable to say something he couldn’t take back. So he left. Leaving her to decide where she was going and to go and kiss you until he didn’t want to shake your mother until her teeth rattled.
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altagraye · 2 hours ago
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Bucky x Pregnant!reader
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Part 1:
Author's note: sorry this is so long! 😖
You were heavily pregnant with your husband's baby. You couldn't be happier honestly. But you've had to keep yourself away from the public eye.
You and Bucky were afraid that HYDRA would find out you were pregnant with their most prized assassins' child. Bucky wasn't the Winter Soldier any more, but the remnants of what he was turned into was still there.
Not only that being a factor but your own powers, molecular destruction, basically crushing things up at will. Combined with the strength of a super soldier? What HYDRA agent wouldn't want to get their hands on that?
You can't let that happen. No way were you going to let them take your baby.
Bucky was out getting some plums for you, a food craving you've picked up since becoming pregnant.
You groaned sitting up in bed, feet dangling off the edge. The baby was already kicking you like crazy, forbidding you to sleep. Plums and a good rub of your belly usually did the trick to calm your little one down. The kicks were stronger than average babies, naturally. Usually they left dull bruises, which worried Bucky greatly.
Bucky was so excited and shocked once he found out ultrasounds were a thing. You swear he worshipped those little pictures. The both of you came to a conclusion of wanting to be surprised, neither of you wanted to know the gender yet. Although, Bucky insists on a girl.
You let out a deep exhale and stroked your humongous belly, hopefully mommy’s hands would be enough to quell your rambunctious tike.
You felt you were on the verge of going crazy, staying the Avengers tower for so long already but you knew it could only be for the best.
You couldn’t shake this feeling though. looking around to the TV, your laptop, and your phone. HYDRA.
You started to sweat and a panic swept over you. With a flick of your hand, you crushed the TV, caving in on itself like a dead spider. you did the same with your laptop and your phone. if anyone needed to contact you they could do it face to face.
Holy shit, I really am going crazy. What is Buck gonna think when he sees this?
Just then the door swung open and Bucky, clad in his civilian clothes came in. His eyes widening, seeing the destruction of the electronics around the room.
Sweeping some of the broken glass with his boot he walked over to you with a bag full of plums. "What's wrong Doll? I thought i was the one who didn't like electronics." He semi-joked to lighten the mood.
His flesh arm, now being the only option of touch since the fight with Tony, caressed your bulging bump.
You exhaled as Bucky pressed your foreheads together.
Your lip quivered, he'd think you were crazy for sure. But you were so afraid HYDRA was coming for your and Bucky's baby.
A searing tear fell from your eye, unable to hide your emotion from your lover.
Bucky swiped away the falling tear with a brush of his calloused thumb.
He cradled your jaw gently and pressed his lips against your own. Breaking it, "you know you can talk to me. Y/N? What's on your mind, love?"
"I'm scared, Buck. I'm so scared." You told him barely above a whisper.
"Of what, Doll?" He asked in a hushed tone, his eyes deepening with worry.
"HYDRA. They have to have been watching me. T-they'll come for me. For our boy. I know they will!" You confessed, your entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"No! I won't let them! I'll murder every single one of them before they think of touching you, and our little girl." Bucky said, his voice firm.
You chewed nervously on your lip, still unable to shake your paranoia.
Bucky brushed your hair behind your ear, "i love you both, so much! I can't lose either of you. You're my world."
Your foreheads were still connected, you shifted slighty, moving in for a tender longing kiss.
"I trust you." You said as he moved away, opening the grocery bag for you to feast on your favorite pregnancy snack.
"I know you do, Y/N. So, don't worry, love." He said as you picked one plum from the bottom of the bag and took a nibble.
Bucky grabbed a broom from the closet and started to sweep up the glass into a pile.
"I'll have Wanda pick up the microscopic shards in the morning. And Steve will be more than happy to help chuck this." He muttered within earshot finishing his task.
You cursed under your breath, and Bucky shot up from his laying position in your shared bed. He placed his hand on your shoulder.
"Is it the baby? Is it coming?" He asked eagerly and tentatively.
"No, i have to pee. Your son is sitting on my bladder." You told him. And looked down for peices of glass, starting to shimmy your way out of bed.
"Y/N! Don't! Here." He alerted and acted fast, coming to your side of the bed in a flash. "I may be a one-armed wonder, now but i can still lift you." He said tucking his arm under your knees as you held onto his neck for support.
He carried you into the bathroom and set you down gently on the tile.
He stood, leaning on the doorway, gawking at you.
You were slightly uncomfortable with this, getting back to shy feelings like you had when the two of you first met. You shooed him to turn away from you, which warranted a sassy eye roll.
He turned anyway and sighed, staring down at his hand.
You finished up, relieved, and washed your hands thoroughly.
"I feel useless." He blurted out.
This sparked an anger in you," James, Buchanan Barnes! You are not useless." You tried to reassure him.
He turned, looking at from you to your bump. "Sure i am Doll. Look at ya. She's beatin' ya up." He said seriously, his accent falling through in his words.
You dragged his hand to your bump, so he could feel your little one. So that feeling could soothe him.
He bent down and kissed your flesh." Be gentle with momma. 'Kay Princess?" When he was like this all you could do was melt.
You groaned uncomfortablly, one of your hands shooting to your back for support, the other to the left of your belly button.
Bucky stared, still and in suspense.
"Doll?" He begged.
"Mmmm, just a kick." You told him wincing and exhaling as the pain left you.
He stroked the spot near your hand and leaned in, speaking to your baby. "My stubborn Princess."
Bucky carried you back to bed and tucked you in. Leaving one last kiss on your belly for the night.
He snuggeled up close to you, spooning you, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. His lips occasionally dotting your skin with kisses.
"We'll think of something, Doll. Everything is going to be alright." He said, his voice low but with meaning.
"Love you, Buck" you said. Staring off, your gaze focusing on the wall.
"I love you too, Y/N, always." He said sweetly following up with another kiss.
You lay there focusing on the rhythm Bucky kept and fell asleep quickly.
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griff-us · 4 hours ago
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Black Out Days
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes/ Original Female Character. important Tags/Genre: AU-canon divergent, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationship, Depictions of Violence, Fluff, Angst.
Summary: He is decommissioned; more out of a personal choice than from outside pressure. James wants nothing more than to live simply---considering the over complications and trauma of his one hundred and six years of existence. So, he leaves New York and settles in a small town off the coast of Maine.
And that’s when he meets her. An odd little bartender by the name of Honey. And that's when his life once again faces complications.
Authors Notes: This is entirely self-indulgent i have no excuses. Takes place just before The Falcon and the Winter Solider and throughout it, though with obvious canon divergence. This is just the first chapter is what I plan to be a pretty long project with a themed Spotify playlist in the works.
I don't heavily edit bc I'm lazy, and the chapters following should be much longer than this one. I plan to update every Sunday. Hope yall enjoy it!
Also posted on my AO3
Feels like I'm standing on the outside Looking in And I know this body's not mine To begin with I wish that I could crawl out My skin And see the world
-- This Body Means Nothing to Me, Shrimp
Tires grip well to the roads despite the slick left from the morning's showers; James takes each turn carefully, only pushing so far as he creeps past the posted speed limits. The roadway winds around hills, and through thickets of massive trees--the kind of ones that stand so tall the tops are hidden behind thick quells of fog. It’s all so different from the city---so quiet, so rural, so far away from, well, everything.
It’s odd, so odd in fact that the man has had issues with occupying himself ever since he had arrived in town. Thank God for his neighbor, an old man that told him of the happening downtown life in the city only fifteen minutes away. “Good live music, beer, and pool.” That's what the man had said.
James can’t help but laugh now as he pulls into downtown. A city? Nestled in the middle of almost nowhere off the coast, this city was a measly strip of road stacked with a few shops, dive bars, and tourist attractions that he was more than sure hadn’t seen any revenue in more than a few decades. But it was nice, quaint. It would do.
James parks right on main street, the engine of his bike hissing, and ticking while he shuts her down and eases off his seat. Gloved fingers work the straps of his helmet and he sets it down while eyes scan his surroundings---not that there was much to be found. Just as he expected, two dive bars, a grocery store, a college bar, and long since closed shops. Lamp posts dot the street every few feet or so, and the roads are paved well with added bike lanes, and parking.
Beyond that, apartments, and houses. That’s when he spots it: a single door settled against heavy brick with an old school glowing neon sign---like an old school dinner. 84 Dive. Legs take him there without a second thought, and before he knows it, the old wooden door is slamming behind him, shaking its frame and rattling the metal push bar that sits in the middle. James is met with a flight of stairs, and he takes them one at a time, admiring the layers of stickers and posters that line the overhead.
A soft tune hits his ears, something he doesn’t recognize at all but that Peter had told him was something called pop-punk---whatever the hell that was, and the heavy scent of...Guinness?
“Hey, hon.” James almost misses the greeting, so caught up in surveying his surroundings. But the sound of someone clearing their throat diverts his attention, and he looks to find a tiny thing of a woman standing behind the bar.
“Uh hi.” his tone is sheepish, and the woman grins while an open palm motions to one of the many empty seats at the bar.
“What are you having?”
“Any kinda pilsner is fine,” James responds instantly, creeping closer to sweep a stool out from the bar's overhang. The woman nods, and turns to the taps, spinning a pint glass in the center of her palm before pouring him a glass. He watches intently as her frame glides from place to place behind the bar, as though she could do so with her eyes closed. When she turns to place the beer before him, he flushes, caught off guard by the intensity within her eyes. Two orbs stare back at him, shimmering and practically filled to the brim with honey.
“Have a shot?” her question catches him off guard yet again, and he fumbles the response before finally finding his voice.
“What?”
“Want a shot? You look like you could use one.” without waiting for his answer she produces two shot glasses and turns to snag a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor stands. She pours them both one, and a single gloved hand snakes out to take his own. With a simple and muted toast, they both toss their drinks back. She doesn’t flinch; his lips twitch in the faintest of smirks.
“You new?” elbows lean against the bar top, pointed chin nestled between both of her hands, as though she were bored out of her mind---or simply tired.
“Yeah, I moved in last week. Name’s James.”
Full lips split into a wide smile, and the woman thrusts her hand out with enough enthusiasm to nearly startle him.
“Honey.” his brow quirks, and he takes her hand, nervousness melting away.
“Are we that close already?” Her eyes roll.
“No, ass. That’s my name. Honey.” her fingers squeeze his, and he returns the gesture in kind---she’s got a good handshake, that's for sure. “So what brings you to this boring little town, you look more like the city type.” He returns to his drink, an easy shrug rolling off broad shoulders; the leather jacket that clung to him squeaking slightly.
“Needed a change of scenery.” eyes fall to trace the many etches settled within the wood of the bar top; a few names, a few vulgar words, and many many phallic shapes. James can feel her eyes on him, and he would be a liar to say it didn’t make him uncomfortable---as though she were breaking him down to figure him out. But, he doesn’t grant her the satisfaction of looking up. A beat of silence passes, then another, and another until finally:
“I thought you’d be taller.”
Blue hues cut high, brows taught, and jaw tight. Honey looks at him with a satisfied smirk on her face, and he can make out the dimple that hides in the depths of her round cheeks when he does.
“What do you mean?” James asks after a moment, and the woman chuckles. Arms folded across her chest, hand batting back a cluster of long slim braids that had fallen in her face.
“Random stranger who screams New York moves to a tiny town off the coast of Maine; looks broody, and needs a change of scenery. Iduno. I just kinda figured. Not to mention your face was plastered all over the news for a while there.” Honey pauses. “I like the haircut by the way.”
For the first time in decades, he’s baffled. What a strange, acute, and aloof woman. It’s unnerving, but---fun.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, hope you like our crazy little town.” she smiles again but this one is far more genuine, even as the tanned skin around her eyes crinkle just slightly. Just then, the door slams and a few pairs of booted feet make their descent down the stairs. “Well, James, let me know if you need anything.” and like that, she’s off to help the gaggle of new patrons that had just walked in. They hoop and holler--clearly having already hit the few bars before this one.
James watches while they all greet her warmly; with kind smiles and flirtatious quips. Honey takes it all in stride and dishes out their drinks, stopping only to joke and laugh along with them. Fingers tap against the glass of his pint, amused by the odd little woman and the quirkiness of it all.
And when he leaves, a crisp ten-dollar bill deposited on the bar top, he rides back home with honey on his mind.
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savemesomenachos · 5 hours ago
Hii Congrats on 200 followers!! You deserve it 😊. I would like to request Bucky Barnes with Fluff #3 and Angst #2.
Thank you 😁
Thank you so much love!!! SO this was little tricky coz I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it but hey, I tried! I hope you like it 😌
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Drabble #1
Fluff🌸: 3.A- "Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.” B- "Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too.”
Angst💔: 2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Super Soldier! Reader
Warnings: Fluff with a smidge of angst, cursing, allusions to smut, during the events of TFATWS
Word Count: 540
Y/n’s POV:
"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this,” I say as Zemo appears from behind the curtains and into the garage.
"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too,” he snarks almost immediately.
“Woah, woah. Don’t even try Buck. I never told you to break him out of prison,” I say, my gaze never shifting from Zemo.
“Well no but you implied it so…” he trails off with a shrug.
“If I may…” Zemo starts to explain.
“Shut up,” our voices sound together while he raises his hands in mock surrender and starts to make his fancy cars.
“This is beyond stupid Bucky, honestly. Did you already forget what he did to you? To us?” I ask, my hand wrapping around his arm.
“Of course I didn’t. But we have zero leads on the Flagsmashers. He’s the only one who might know something.,” he says dismissively as he starts behind Sam.
“So you broke this psychopath out of fucking prison?” I hiss in his ear, grabbing Bucky again.
“Oh my god, will you stop?” he says, pulling away from me.
“No, I fucking won’t. This asshole,” I say, pointing at Zemo, “experimented on me, kept me prisoner, kept me from you so no. I won’t stop.” I practically snarl in his face.
“It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this,” he says, pointing between the two of us, “would be a mistake!”
Conversation halts between Sam and Zemo. Everyone turns to look at Bucky and my jaw clenches in hurt or anger, I couldn’t be sure. I step back slowly with tears clouding my vision while Bucky’s face softens.
“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry,” he says, stepping toward me with cautious steps.
“Whatever,” I say as I turn around to leave from the way we came.
“No, wait!” he shouts before his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me to his chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam escorting Zemo farther away to give us some privacy.
He turns me around in his arms but I refuse to look him in the eye. His arms tighten around my waist, pulling me into a hug and he practically crushes me to his chest.
“There’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have said that coz it’s not true,” he whispers in my hair as his hand strokes my back.
I fall slack in his arms and my own arms wrap around his neck. I tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and drag his face down to mine.
“You promise?” I ask as I gaze into the blue of his eyes.
“Of course baby. I’m sorry I made you feel like it was true. It’s not,” he says, his tone firmer.
“Well then,” I whisper as my hand wraps around his throat menacingly. “You better make it up to me sarge.”
“Yes ma’am,” he mumbles with a gulp. “The minute we get to a hotel room, I will.”
I unlatch myself from him, satisfied and turn around to walk away. When I notice Bucky isn’t next to me, I turn around and find him staring at me with darkened eyes.
“Coming?”
“You bet I am!”
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gurtysworld · 5 hours ago
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Taglist
Decided to post series here so they don’t get lost
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Fred Weasley
Angst
Bad Timing, Part 2 Comfortwriting 
A Summer Secret, Part 2 Comfortwriting
A Triwizard Baby, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Comfortwriting
Contemplation Futurewriter2000
Hold On Futurewriter2000
Love hurts Futurewriter2000
Call out my name Comfortwriting
George Weasley
Angst
Because I hate you the most Futurewriter2000
Really don’t know what to call this... Angst to fluff 
Meet me at cabin 12 Wand3ringr0s3
Best friends brother, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Comfortwriting
Ron Weasley
Angst
Heather Hellounicorn
Fluffy angst
A walk to remember, Part 2 Comfortwriting
James Potter
Angst
Light and dark valentineforlemonandcherry
If I cant have you nobody can Futurewriter2000
Almost Perfect Futurewriter2000
If only I had stayed in the shadows Ghostwriter 
Mr perfectly fine Ginnydrinkstea
Jolene, Part 2 Mnachopsis 
Scotty doesn't know Mnachopsis
Meet me in the hallway Eunoniaa 
Ophelia Futurewriter2000
Sirius black
Angst
Twin size matress Salemsbones
Illicit Affairs Thotbutpurple
JJ Maybank
Angst 
I know you’re obsessed with me Rootingformybaby
Bucky Barnes
Angst
Light of my life, Part 2 Angrythingstarlight
Can’t tell yet
His Favorite Gal Teawiththeweasleys
Charlie Dalton
Fluff kinda sadish
Sweet Rebels Futurewriter2000
The Darkling 
The allure of darkness lupinbrekker 
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bvccy · 6 hours ago
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Nothing to Despair | 21. On which my ruins rest
PAIRING: Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Bucky and a girl he never met before have to go undercover as married on a mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, while she goes through life alone and abandoned. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily convinced.
CHAPTER NOTES: More smut, some dark!Bucky, bondage (handcuffs), sweet dirty talk, lingerie kink, fingering, a bit of petplay (kitten!reader), frottage, breeding kink, creampie, and cockwarming. Actually very tender lovemaking and, in spite of appearances, fully consensual. I know I've been spamming you with porn these chapters 😂 Thank you for all your comments and support! 💖 Beta-read by @offcast-plus1​ <3
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
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Lyde was not so dear to Antimachus, nor Bittis so loved by her Philetas, as you, my wife, clinging to my heart, worthy of a happier, not truer husband. You’re the support on which my ruins rest, if I’m still anyone, it’s all your gift. — Ovid, Tristia, His Wife: Her Immortality
They went out for a late lunch, and took their time with a two-course meal, dessert, drinks. Sweetened by pastries and hot tea, and softened toward him of her own will, Bucky had never felt more at ease around her, more comfortable and happy and at home, and he could see her turning shy every time she looked at him and saw how lovingly he looked at her, with his big dumb smile and crinkled eyes. Had anyone else looked at her like that before? He hoped not.
Thanks to a confusion with their orders, they got into conversation with another couple sitting next to them, and after they switched the plates between their tables, they introduced themselves. The elderly pair were vacationing Britons, Cecil and Pippa Monday. They went on a cruise every once in a while, or on some camping trip or mountain climbing or some other great adventure. Cecil was a jovial type, completely grey and a bit fat, and in spite of some joint pain, and growing hard of hearing in one ear, and having to keep track of a host of different pills to take, he seemed happier than anyone they'd met in a long time. Pippa was a little different — though equally grey and plump, she had a tough, imperial air, her swollen wrists and digits tastefully bejewelled, holding the cutlery very precisely in her manicured fingers, and smelling finely of perfume.
The girl eyed Bucky warily as he introduced them — caught on the spot, he used the same identities as from the mission, because that's what their passports said and it was the cautious thing to do. She could note a frown of sadness as he used the names, in all their bitter history, but she reached out and held his hand, and the warm smile he gave as he turned to look at her made up for it.
They went out for a walk afterwards, all four together, strolling on the decks. Mr. Monday taking pictures, Pippa posing now and then. Although she was, at times, commanding, the two got along uniquely well, and whether from getting used to each other over the years or just their natures fitting together in the right way, they seemed steady as a rock. They walked ahead, slowly, with Bucky and his wife behind, and as the girl looked at them waddling along, holding hands like schoolchildren, talking and supporting and admiring each other with every little chat or evening plan or snapping of a picture, something in her heart began to ache. Why couldn't she have that? How come it could happen to other people and not her? Could it happen to her? Just as she struggled with the ugly fear, she felt Bucky's warm hand caress her back.
He trailed his palm up and down her stiff length of spine, to remind himself that she was there and his and he was right by her side, as he watched the snowy lovebirds up ahead. Thanks to the rotten mission and their circumstances, he'd been robbed of the opportunity to introduce them as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes for the first time. And now, he could just about hear as the Mondays — a well-meaning and wholesome pair — speculated with a bit of pity and concern about them. It hadn't escaped their notice how the names stuck in Bucky's throat, and how nervous his girl became, and now they thought they were —
"Going through something awful…"
"Must be."
"Probably divorce or the like."
"They're a bit too young for that."
"Well, you know, my dear. These days…"
— and he hated their pity, the suspicion that anything was wrong, and even the ghost of the thought of her abandoning him filled Bucky with cold anger.
From the corner of his eye, he caught her looking up at him, and so he let his face relax as he looked down and hummed in question. She shook her head but kept inspecting the lines of his face with worry. The hand trailed up her back to hold her neck and the other one came, hard and cold and gloved but gentler than anything, to brush some wind-swept tendrils from her face. Moments like these, when she seemed to have genuine concern for him, always overflowed his heart with love, and like a reflex he asked — heard his own voice whisper, rather — if everything was alright, and this time he didn't call her "doll" or "darling" but he used her name — more than her name: a littler version of it, the natural pet name that was hers.
It almost didn't register in her head when he said it, but as she caught up with what she heard, her eyes widened and she shivered under a rushing of hot blood. He'd never called her anything like that, nobody had, not since her friends at university — except, of course, her mother. It wasn't special, but it was so rarely used it had a deeper air of intimacy. She smiled instinctively and bit her lip at the little tenderness he put in saying it, and seeing her reaction, his face bloomed into a grin.
"Yes, I'm alright," she whispered back through a shy smile. "Are you?"
He stopped their walk, and held her face, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Never better." He raised his face from her before she could kiss back, so instead she turned her head and reached the hand that held her shoulder, and so kissed that instead.
The Mondays felt them stop, somehow, and stopped as well to look at them. Perhaps this somewhat allayed their more sombre speculations.
After they were done with their sight-seeing, Bucky thought it might be safer if they bought some takeaway for dinner rather than go out again, and the girl didn't argue. They were back in their suite in the early evening, when the sky was still pink and all the nearby rooms were empty.
He stowed the food they bought in the little fridge, then poured himself a drink while he watched. She moved gingerly, taking her clothes off and folding them too, while her husband sat in an armchair and sipped his whiskey. The girl acted as if he wasn't there, and though it might not have been her intention, it incited him even more. She was down to her lingerie when he told her to stop.
"Stay like this for a while, honey," he said, getting up and starting to take his own clothes off while he fixed her with his eyes. His wife straightened up but didn't move away, waiting for him by the desk and watching, rather bravely for her, as he hurriedly undressed. "Take just the slip off, now," he husked once he was down to his briefs, and pulled those off as well.
She obeyed quietly, seeming almost curious, but still let her hair fall to cover her, as there was no bra underneath. Bucky walked to her, slowly, and rested a hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair away so he could admire her more. He seemed almost pleased, but then he thought of something, and with a smirk asked her one more thing:
"Why don't you put your carnelians on? They look so nice on you."
She eyed him warily and parted her lips, almost ready to argue, before she decided against it. Slipping out of his hands, the girl went to the jewellery box and uncoiled the necklace from there. She didn't like the way he licked his lips and bit the fleshy lower one as she put it on, and as it slipped around her neck, she couldn't help but wryly quip:
"If you like them so much, maybe you should be wearing them."
"You're so mean to me," Bucky laughed, low and a little breathless from the sight. "Why are you always mean to me?"
He didn't seem upset, in spite of how his question was somewhat justified, so she jokingly replied, "It's how I express affection."
"Well then," he chuckled, stepping closer, "I'm madly in love with you too." Her smile died a little, and she looked back down just when he reached and grabbed her again, his hands cradling her hips pulling her gently forward. "You know I am… I wasn't joking," he whispered and kissed the top of her head, expecting some resistance because he knew she didn't like to hear it, even though he still didn't understand why. She stood stiffly in front of him and looked downward with no focus, and let him pull her deeper in the room, then to their bedroom, and shut the lights. "You were so sweet earlier," he murmured as he softly felt her waist. "What happened?"
"Too much… I reached my limit, I guess," she shrugged, and didn't have to specify what exactly was too much, because by now, though he couldn't name it either, he knew.
"Just relax."
"Easy for you to say."
"And let me take care of you."
"I don't want it."
"We talked about this. What did I tell you about wanting?" he growled, coiling the metal fingers around her neck in a loose hold and making her, finally, look at him. "You don't have to want, you just have to take it."
"Who's being mean now?"
Bucky sighed and searched her face, mellowing only a little. "Guess this is how I express affection."
She gave him a spiteful glance, daring him to squeeze harder, but she couldn't hold it long because his other hand moved to pull her panties off. She immediately grabbed his wrist, but it did nothing to stop him, and Bucky inched the garment off first one hip, then the other, until they were low enough to fall away. Holding the girl still with the metal arm, Bucky looked down at her, his dream come true in living flesh. Her chest peeked out from beneath her hair, the red gems sat like bloodstains on her skin, and that soft feminine triangle between her legs was framed beautifully by the garter straps. He was hard in seconds, his manhood pointing at what it wanted, and he felt her squirm and clutch the metal wrist trying to get away — probably more out of habit than anything else.
"Haven't you had enough?" she hissed.
Bucky dragged his gaze up her body and asked with a smirk, "Does it look like I've had enough?"
He pulled her to him by the jaw and tilted her head up for a kiss pure and gentle, and all the warmer for it, because underneath, her body rubbed against his, her chest to his, and his member up the length of her abdomen. His flesh hand kneaded her hips and moved to her lower back to pull her closer.
"How about I treat you nice tonight?" Bucky asked once his lips left her, so close he spoke right against them.
"I think we have a different idea of what that means," she muttered, looking at his chin to avoid the chill of his eyes.
"I know you want to be let go, darling," he sighed, pressing one short kiss into her upper lip, "but it's not good for you."
"Not good?!" she bit back, outraged enough to look up at him.
"You need to see that it's alright to be made love to. You need to trust me with that."
Her body was unmoving against his, but he still felt her bristle through the rasping of her tone. "I don't need anything. I don't need you. I was fine before."
Bucky's jaw tightened. It hurt every time she said it, it never got easier to hear her talk like that, but he reminded himself that he knew where she was coming from. He'd thought the same thoughts and felt the same feelings. He wasn't all that different, which made it easier, made her dearer to him than anyone in spite of these times when she sunk her little fangs in the hand he extended.
"You think you were, cause you'd been that way so long. Cause no one ever thought to take care of you before. Am I right?" He searched her eyes and was met with only a frown and an even harder glare. "But you don't have to go through life alone, doll. It's ok to need other people."
"Touching. Got that one from your shrink?"
It was sometimes easy to forget that she was Hydra.
Bucky's hand tightened ever so slightly around her neck as he thought back to how open and loving she'd been that morning, when he'd just asked her to be a prop for his self-pleasure. And now, at the mere suggestion of him pleasing her, she bit back with everything she knew could hurt him. She wasn't as subtle as she thought.
"Lay down on the bed," he growled. "On your front."
That got her eyes to widen slightly. When he released her she hesitated for a second, but slowly complied, climbing in bed as she was and making herself into a tight straight line with her forehead in the pillows, her eyes closed, her arms curled beneath her. She stayed still in waiting for him, and only jumped a little when she felt Bucky grab her foot: he had the handcuffs now, and secured her legs together at the ankles.
"What are you doing?" she fearfully asked, bracing herself on the bed on two tense arms to stare at him.
"Be a good wife and do as you're told, honey."
She slowly laid back down and waited. Soon enough, Bucky got in behind her and moved them both to lay on their side, his naked skin burning down her back, from his breath at the nape of her neck all the way down to her legs. He slipped his metal arm beneath the pillows while his flesh one rested on her hip. The girl inhaled sharply, then breathed it out slow and deep, and didn't fuss. He was breaking her in and she knew it, but it was hard to find the energy to fight back when there was no escape. His hand moved gently across her skin, more in teasing than in shyness, and then it moved forward and lower. She gripped it and tried, uselessly, to scratch across his skin, but it did nothing to stop him — worse, he seemed to like it.
"That's it, kitten, sink your claws in me…" She felt his member brush up against her thigh, just lightly, before he started thrusting against her skin, while in front his fingers pet the surface of her mound. "What a fierce kitty I've found," he moaned in her ear, and chuckled when she squirmed in his embrace and sunk her nails in harder. "Vicious little stray that nobody else wanted, isn't that right?"
His wife sunk her head forward, away from his whispers and hot breath and the deeply hurtful way he framed her life. She grit her teeth in useless anger and tried to ignore him, though she could think of a thousand biting things to say, while her feet shifted the little distance they could in discomfort, rattling the handcuffs. Bucky threw one leg over them to quiet her down.
"Yes, nobody wants a kitty that bites and scratches, do they? That doesn't want to be pet," he cooed, and felt her hand relent on his wrist, falling limply down while his fingers threaded from the top of her womanhood down to where he felt her dampening with each long, slow caress. "But you know what, honey?" he rasped into her skin, grinning with real gladness as he thrusted in broader arches against her thighs while his fingers teased her front. "I'm grateful nobody's wanted you before."
She jerked her elbow back at hearing that, managing to hit his ribs with one clumsy thrust. "That isn't true, you bastard," she gritted out.
"Ooh?" asked Bucky in a sing-song voice, surprised at her outburst of emotion. He should've guessed that hitting her pride would work. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She settled back down in his embrace and let him cuddle her again, feeling his member burn and throb against her skin while his fingers went back to their slow, maddening work. "I've been proposed to three times. Just always said no."
"Well… Glad I wasn't number four then," Bucky grinned, his smile tight and bright, hiding behind it the same homicidal instinct that had ended Hamelin — these men weren't a threat anymore (and he didn't know who they were anyway).
"You didn't exactly give me much of a choice," she muttered, turning to glare over her shoulder at him. "Look at you, you're not even sorry."
"Not one bit," he said, tilting his head and leaning down to her. She closed her eyes and let him do it, taking one teasingly light kiss after another while he pulled her against his front ever tighter, using her again to pleasure himself. His fingers had caused her to relax and open up a bit, but the way he kissed her — seemingly quick and chaste but so playful and desirous — made her pulse like nothing else. Bucky parted from her with a moan and whispered, "Can you part your legs a bit, sweetheart?"
She looked into his eyes and did so, too afraid to ask what he wanted to do. He held her gaze and lifted his hand from her, moving it behind to manoeuvre his hard hot manhood right between her thighs, and left it there. Her lips parted in surprise and he drank in the sight, grey eyes focused on her kiss-swollen mouth open in wonder while he eased her legs back together, and started thrusting. The tip of him peeked out from just below her mound, above the edges of her stockings, then was dragged back in when he pulled away, then out again. Once she understood, she tightened her legs even more, squeezing his length against her soft skin. Bucky's head fell forward one unguarded second in a hungry moan, before he opened his eyes and looked back down at her, tight and trapped and timid, but excited — he could feel how much right on the skin around his member. He felt how wet he made her, how she pulsed and her hips tilted — poor thing, he'd teased her enough, she needed a little something too. He moved from the heat of her thighs and swollen lips out into the cold of the room, while she got damper all around and kept squeezing him, using him to please herself as he used her. Her head rested heavily on the pillows, tilted slightly back into his chest, eyes closed while she bit her lip and Bucky kissed her shoulder. His hand stayed on her hip to guide her movements, but his eyes were focused on her arching chest.
"Look at those tight little peaks, darling," he purred, "and I haven't even touched you there." She winced and tried to curl back into him, but didn't even have time to bring her hands up to cover herself before he brought a finger up to tease her — just up and down the surface of one breast, at first, then lingering to touch the hardened peak so lightly she almost didn't feel it, but a deeper part of her did. "I love how sensitive you are," he whispered in her ear, his fingers playing with her while he thrust faster and pressed his front against her for a little longer every time. "Everything is too much, isn't it? After long years of nothing." He bent and leaned down to press a kiss to her tip, and didn't mind her bringing her arm up to push him away — he stayed right there and kissed it again, the gentleness making up for the rough way he was moving between her legs. "I know what that's like, sweetheart," he murmured. "It's like that for me too. Or was, before you."
She groaned under his attentions and shifted away from his lips, though it was no use. He followed her body and kept kissing, lapping now and then while he looked into her eyes, stopping to sigh from a particularly pleasurable thrust, then calm himself down and start again with kisses as light and tender as the ones he gave her mouth. It made her burn inside and out, and she tried to focus on the thought of what, in spite of her discomfort, this might have meant for him. If she was going to be good, which she wanted to be, she knew she had to let him get what he wanted — even if getting meant giving. And he gave without considering that she didn't know what to do with it, where to place these new unusual feelings and the growing knowledge that he was pleasured, happy, pleased, because of her.
Thinking back to their first time, her hips canted back into him on instinct — he noticed, and nibbled at her skin just slightly with a smirk and an approving moan — and she could finally allow herself to be flattered that she'd made him spill within minutes. It felt as much her conquest over him, as his; her vanity was satisfied. She had never imagined she could do that to a man, certainly not to one as big and brutal and rugged as he, who seemed to move through the world as if he owned it — because, with his excessive strength and skills, he probably could — and underneath the storm of feelings he was teasing out of her, a small battle raged between the hope that he wanted her, and the fear that he was lying.
"I need to be inside you again," he said with urgency. "Are you gonna let me?"
She looked back at him and almost paused in motions as she felt him throb and tremble, his skin sticking to her back and his breath coming out harsh and fast. His eyes looked pained and begging, and she couldn't say no, but she wouldn't say yes either, so she nodded. Bucky smirked and bit his lip as he looked over her flushed face, and in the warm and husky voice he got when he felt loving, asked:
"You want it before or… after?"
"B— first one." Why did I say that.
"Before?" he said with a bright, incredulous grin. Bucky got up from behind her and kneeled on the bed, lifting her legs and tilting them to the side together, holding them in the crook of his metal elbow while he placed himself where he wanted to be. She clung to the bedsheets but allowed him to move her around, keeping her eyes on his and not to what he was doing. "You want to finish with me inside a'you, doll?" he asked in a teasingly low voice.
He was more than ready to slip into her, and she'd been ready for the longest time, the tops of her stockings ruined with wet, so it was easy for him to join with his little wife. Her eyes closed as the feeling of it — not too painful, but discomforting enough to feel right — and her head fell back lazily, making room for Bucky to lean in and kiss her neck while he slowly settled in place. His hand fell by her side to brace himself and trap her in, instinctively afraid that she would move away — not that she could run anywhere, he'd made sure of it on purpose — and between being held up like that, and kissed, and taken, the same old overwhelming feeling came and all her promises of patience and duty fell apart.
"You don't have to hide," he cooed once he saw her cover her face with her hands and tilt away, as far as she could from him. "You don't have to be shy around your husband."
His gentle pleas turned into moans the deeper he went, then into whimpers of her name, and praises of how good she was, how warm, how soft, how perfect as his arms tightened around her, and then her name again, her pet name, and how she was his, only his, finally his. It didn't take long for her to undo him this time either, especially since she was a bit more relaxed and opened up, and though Bucky tried to thrust less deeply, less quickly than he wanted, he was at the very edge of his restraint. He wanted to see her face, but she was turned away and had covered her eyes with one hand, biting the thumb of the other, neck arched with the strain of pulling away from him. Her hips were pliant, docile, tamed — he could do whatever he wanted with that part of her, but he wanted everything. His arm stretched along her legs to push them closer, tighter, with him still inside and aching, while above he stretched to kiss the length of her from clavicle to cheekbone. He whispered her name against her blushing skin, and pleaded, and against her mutter of moans and whimpers asked:
"Tell me you love me." She winced as if struck and her every muscle froze, mouth going limp and losing its grip on her finger, hand slipping from her eyes, but inside he felt her throbbing. She seemed to be considering it. "You don't have to mean it…" he bargained, and the thought pained him so much he couldn't look at her. Bucky's head rested on her chest, where he could be with the cage that held her spirit and closed his eyes against it, forgetting everything else. "Please, doll…"
"I can't," she gasped, heaving pained breaths now that he'd settled inside her, as deep as he could reach and almost deeper, and refused to move or let her get away.
"You don't?"
"I can't say it."
He sighed into her skin, his anger at her turning very quickly into anger at himself, disappointment, the bitterness of failure, and after swallowing the lump in his throat, Bucky moved back off her. He held her by the hip, bending the legs tighter into her body with his metal arm so that he could see all of her: from the curled up little feet trapped in the handcuffs, up the lovely limbs in sheer black stockings that ended at her thighs — stained and very, very damp — and her derriere framed by the garters that dug into her flesh, and the point where he stretched and entered her. The scent of his wife was sweet and feminine and a bit salty and threaded with what was left of her perfume, and the sound of her once he started moving deep, hard, unforgiving — how she moaned and whined and could barely form the words to beg — that was what finally undid him. He grit his teeth and took in her body as he used it, then settled deeply, spilling all he had, and stayed there. Bucky didn't allow himself to moan or whimper or say any other useless thing, not anymore. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, careful not to grip her too tightly or press her legs down harder, though she winced and tried to wriggle from his grasp. He kept himself in her through his softening while he put a bit of pressure with his hand just on the other side, on her lower stomach. As he started moving his hand slightly, he felt one hot paw press against his hip.
"What are you doing?" she whined.
Bucky tilted his head back down to look at her, licking his lips at the wrecked sight of his girl, flushed and tousled and panting, her hand timidly touching his skin, eyes just slightly teary and burning into his while she tried very hard not to look at the sweaty rest of him. He gently leaned in and caged her in his arms, still mindful of her legs and the point where they were joined, and looked through the damp strands of hair that fell in his eyes to lowly growl:
"Sit still. Need to open you up, want it to take."
Her eyes widened — in fear? disgust? despair? — but she laid back down and let him. She tried to settle a bit more comfortably, but still huffed in frustration at being used, plugged up. He was hot inside of her, and though she was already burning from the friction, he warmed her up even more. With his eyes fixed on hers he started moving his hand again, palm flat and heavy, pleasuring her from inside and out. And when he found a spot that caused a shudder through her whole body, her look of apprehension melted into something new. He grinned and started focusing on it, moving his hips — because she made him harden again already — and finally she gave him the moans he wanted: loud and surprised and pained. And she looked up at him with such a large and open gaze, so sad, so pleading, as if she finally felt wanted and understood what it meant.
Breath by panting breath, she fell apart under his hand. Bucky felt her shudder then relax, saw her legs tensing in the rhythm of her moans while deep inside she pulsed and squeezed his length into another weak orgasm. Slivers of him were just beginning to seep from where he entered her, but there wasn't enough room for much of it to escape. Her own hand came up to cover her mouth in a limp attempt to stop herself from being louder, but it was useless. Her head tilted back, tangling her loose hair more, and she closed her eyes dreamily. Bucky gave her that pause while he just looked at her, almost forgetting about the furnace that encased him, but then she winced and said his name.
"Let me go… Bucky, let me go," she whispered, looking back up at him. It took him a second to realise what she was talking about. "My legs are starting to hurt."
He felt so good in her that he hesitated, then wanted to kick himself for it. You really are a piece of work, Barnes. Wordlessly, he nodded and slipped himself from her, then slowly laid her legs back down on the bed before going to the nightstand where the keys were. He unlocked the handcuffs and took a moment to massage her ankles and cold feet, but she didn't seem too much in pain. The stockings were ruined, but it didn't matter. Without her asking, he unclasped her garter belt and peeled the lingerie off her, then went up to undo the necklace as well. She laid quietly in bed and let him take everything off her, keeping her gaze on his face and waiting for him to look back — when he did, he could only hold it briefly, and she wondered if the ache she saw there was because of her, or… Of course it is, it always is. As soon as Bucky was done, she turned on her side and curled up while he went to put away her ruined garments and the jewels, and get a cloth to clean them both up.
He almost didn't want to go back to bed with her when he was done, but for once she actually asked for him. She didn't seem upset with the mess he'd made of her, or her aches or bruises. She stretched out her hand, pulled him in, and laid her head on his chest.
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savemesomenachos · 6 hours ago
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Writing Update!!!
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teebarnes · 7 hours ago
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🌿 | Happy Anniversary
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: You're coming home to celebrate your 2nd anniversary with Bucky when something goes wrong, you both celebrate a little later than expected.
Word Count: 4.6k
Warning(s): car accident, swearing, blood, floooooof and poor writing (sorry in advance).
A/N: This is the first time I am actually posting anything I've actually written. I have very unrealistic ideas of love (you can thank MCU for my high standards of men), so my writing is the result of that. I hope you enjoy. (GIF is not my own).
Any feedback, likes & reblogs etc are much appreciate 🥰
“Good morning, doll”…
A month ago...
It was blooming in the afternoon as you drove down the rural area of your home city, New York. Driving home to the place you shared with your boyfriend, an avenger, a secret agent. You were a normal young lady who worked a nine to five job down at the VA where you had met your best friend Sam Wilson; he was the one who introduced you to Bucky Barnes, who you'd instantly fall in love with. It was your standard drive, nothing more, it was around mid-day, both you and Bucky were coming home to celebrate your second anniversary.
Smiling as you jammed to your favourite playlist while shading your eyes with sunnies. The lights turned red at the intersection, slowing down to stop at the red light harbouring above you, carefully watching for it to go green. You were tapping away on your matte driving wheel, humming to Bucky and your favourite song.
Green.
Your foot letting go of the brake, you move into the lane, moments flashed before your eyes suddenly colliding with another vehicle, ripping you out of your body for a few seconds before you quickly sunk back in. Pain rushed to your side as your body sat limp in the driver's seat of your car; the watch on your wrist alarmed the ambulances, People rushing left, right and centre to pull you out.
You laid on the floor of the open road, with a few people surrounding you as you felt something wet stream from your waist, then a sudden eruption of air locked in your chest made you gasp for air. Your eyes begin to flutter in and out of consciousness, the ringing in your ears filtered out the voices trying to keep you from dozing out. "HEY! HEY! HEY! Please stay awake. The ambulance is nearly here," a woman shouted as another bystander was applying pressure to your side, trying to stop the flow of blood. Hearing the ambulance siren you nodded lightly to the woman helping you, but your mind strayed from reality for a bit.
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Bucky was on his way home with Sam because he didn't really have his license yet, the usual routine of you dropping him to work and Sam dropping him home. The pair of them laughing in the car when they pulled up at the intersection only to be stopped behind extensive lines of traffic and oncoming cops rocking Sam's car as they rushed by. Sam rested his head back into the seat as Bucky was texting away to you, "I cannot wait to see you, doll", sent and delivered. Bucky looks up from his phone, noticing the significant traffic. "Whoa! What's happening?" He asks while Sam winds the window peeking his head from it. "I think it's a crash, dude." Sam leans out of his car a bit more, trying to see all the action.
Bucky doesn't hesitate before hopping out of the car, “We should go check just in case they need help" looking up from the car his lips parted and his vision narrowed. "S-s-sam" Bucky's eyes widened as Sam hopped out. "Yeah?" He said, looking at his friend, who looked horrified. Sam turns to the commotion only to have his face drop in fear. Bucky drops his phone sending his feet running towards the scene with Sam quick on his heels.
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Traffic wardens directing the traffic and police cars blocking the scene as vehicles wandered around the open setting. You gasped for the air you desperately needed, "Sir, you cannot Cro-"one of the officers are cut off. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND", he screamed bloody murder before rushing towards you. Skidding his knees against the concrete ground pulling you into his arms, "no, no, no, no, no, no", Bucky sobs, caressing your face pushing your bloodied hair behind your ears as the grazes on your face deepened. Sam reaches, falling to his knees watching. "Baby, cmon' cmon' stay with me please, s-stay with me god daym it!" He pleaded as you laid in his arms, dozing in and out. The paramedics rushing with their equipment; you flush your eyes open for a second, seeing Bucky which instantly made you smile as you continue to gasp. "B-baby", he looks down to your side as it continues to bleed out. Bucky looks around for the paramedics. "PLEASE HELP, HURRY", he screams in complete madness, using his vibranium arm to hold pressure on the open wound. You rest your hand on his thigh, squeezing it to give him a sign you were still there. "T... t-this will be an anniversary to remember," you laughed faintly to him before coughing up a bit of blood. "No! No!" Bucky cried, cupping your face in his hand as he brought you close to his chest, he whimpered “Don’t go, baby, don’t leave me”.
"Sir, we can take her from here", one of the paramedics exclaims, rushing to help her; Bucky reluctant to let you go, Sam rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Buck, cmon' let them help her" he nodded as Bucky let you go carefully, handing you to the paramedics as you fell limp. Bystanders drove around the scene and stood on the paths watching. He starred in horror, watching as the paramedics had transferred you onto the gurney while they attempted to help you best they could. Bucky sat there looking lifeless, tears down his face, blood on his shirt. Sam kneeled to him. "Hey, they're going to help her the best they can. "Tony has already got a team on the way to help her" he nodded before hearing the paramedic. "I NEED A DEFIBRILLATOR, AND I NEED IT NOW" his heart sunk deeper into his chest, looking over to the yellow vehicle that homed many memories and many road-trips you both had together.
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Bucky gripped his chest, jolting awake, gasping for air, only to find himself at the side of you, his hand intertwined in yours as you slept peacefully. Another nightmare. Only an hour had passed since he fell asleep, but it had been nearly a month since you were admitted into hospital after the accident. Bucky hadn't slept well for weeks, constantly checking on your state to see if any changes occurred. In the first hour of getting to the hospital, you were released to Tony's medic team and brought back to the compound. Bucky trusted Tony more than the public hospitals and agreed for him to take you.
He couldn't bare to leave your side, and often Sam or Steve had to take over while he took a shower or tried to eat. He sat close to you in the chair Tony brought for him to use. Holding your hand, he kissed the back of your hand gently, "Good morning, doll" he smiled at you, Bucky got up to open the curtains for your face to absorb the sunlight, regardless if you were in a coma ready to wake, he still treated as if you were alive and well… talking to him. Bucky missed you severely, your smile, seeing your eyes, hearing your voice; he longed for the day he'd listen to it again.
A slight knock on the door alludes to Bucky as he turns around. Steve walks in with a paper bag of food "hey bud, my turn today”, Steve smiled at his best friend, who looked tired more than ever. Bucky side smiled. "Thanks, Steve", he sighed softly, taking the bag as Steve gave it to him. "Buck”, sitting down in the chair that Bucky had used as a home for his body of the last month. "Mh?" Bucky looked back to Steve, "I need you to take a shower, get into some comfortable clothes and rest" before Bucky could protest, Steve continues to speak, "If anything changes, you'll be the first to know." He nods to Bucky, "But-" "I will tell you, okay? Just please get some rest and eat. I'll look after her." Bucky nodded, thanking his friend with his eyes before leaving; he circled your bed to give you a kiss on the head. "See you later, love", he smiled before leaving down the hall to his room.
Steve comforted himself in the comfortable leather seat as he pulled his book from the drawer next to your bed, opening it to the page he'd left off a few days ago.
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After Bucky's shower, he sat at the edge of his new bed, changing into his red henley, one of your favourite shirts that Bucky owned. He managed his way into some grey sweats before leaning his head into the nook of his palms.
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS" an angry Bucky stood from the ground looking around, Sam knew better than to stop him from doing anything he would regret, but Sam was just as mad, which clouded his judgement. The police had made their way over to Bucky as he clenched both his jaws and fists. “Sergeant Barnes. I'm sorry to say, it was a drunk driver…” The officer alerted him. He seethed anger trying to contain himself as he asked a question, "What is this drivers condition?" the police look over to the man who sits at the back of the ambulance, a paramedic attending his grazes. Bucky followed their gaze to the man who looked as high as a kite, sending Bucky over the edge, he stormed off in the man's direction before stopping right in front of the man. "Sir, you're going to need to step-" the paramedic is cut off. Sam stalks his way towards Bucky mustering the courage to tell his friend not to do anything, but he was at a loss for words.
"Are you the fucker who did that" his vibranium arm swung from his side to point at the collided cars; the man looks at Bucky unbeknownst of what he was asking, "huh?" He replies in a bit of a hum. "IS THAT YOUR FUCKING CAR?" The man looks over and just nods. Sam was sure he could see the anger radiating from Bucky at that point, "Hey Buck, can we maybe just" but with the small voice, Bucky raged, “NO!" He growled, snapping his head back to the man before grabbing his chin, making the drunk man face Bucky's cold eyes, luring him out of his daze. "I-" the man gulped, eyes stuttering as he looked around. “Cmon’ Buck let go of him, please" Sam asks, but Bucky shrugs it off. "You are foul", Bucky seethed to the man who was almost in tears. "I-i'm I'm so- so- sorry", he mutters; Bucky grabs him by the shirt. "If she dies, that is on you. You live with the fact that if my girlfriend... s-she was going to be my fiancé…” he stopped before continuing “her death is on your hands for your fucking stupid actions," he growled before shoving him right back into the ambulance with brut force; the man groans as pain rushes to his back. "You deserved more than that." Bucky glares before storming off; Sam quickly following behind him. Bucky heads to your car, using his arm to lift it upright. All the contents shook inside he goes through collecting what he thought you'd need or want. Sam lends a hand out to hold a few of the items, your bag that was a little torn but mostly kept together, your keys, your favourite CD that had miraculously preserved in perfect condition.
His eyes saddened to see the squashed flowers that laid crumpled all over the floor. Picking up a few of them to hold he lightly chuckles, you defied all stereotypes in your relationship with Bucky. You'd always bring flowers home for Bucky on special occasions or when you felt like he needed them, "men deserve flowers too" you’d always say. Bucky loved… loves you, you were… no… are beautifully unique, and god, he didn't let himself forget it. Bucky had finished collecting everything before walking away. Sam followed behind back to the car. "We will head back to the compound. Tony said he'd take her there" Bucky nodded as he silently got into the car, not saying another word.
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It was nearly half-past ten when Steve had fallen asleep on the chair with his book open-faced flat on his chest, snoring a bit. Tony had come to check on you a few times to see how you were going. Tony couldn't help himself but take a few photos of Steve sleeping before attending you again with one of the nurses. "She is expected to wake up soon", Dr Cho had whispered to Tony, "So everything is looking good, Cho?" He looks over to her as she nods, "this last round of medication should aid her. I'd say she will wake within the next few hours, earlier than expected” she smiled, causing Tony to nod. "Great! Keep me updated," he said, walking out. There was discussion of attempting to wake you up earlier than intended, but with the slow progress you had made in the last few weeks, Cho wanted to wait a bit longer which Bucky was holding out hope for you.
Back in the guest room set up for Bucky, he slept on top of the bed, facing the ceiling snoring lightly. His vibranium arm resting at his chest and the other underneath his neck. Regardless of how much he wanted to go back to see you, he knew you'd yell at him if you caught him sleep-deprived; Steve had snuck a few sleeping pills into the sandwhich Bucky ate. Lately, it seemed to be the only way to get himself to sleep without interruption.
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Steve was awake when you drew your first big breath; he jumped from his seat, dropping his book. You groaned a bit before opening your eyes to check your surrounding, the light was harsh, and Steve could tell you were snuggling with it, so he rushed to dim the lights. Your consciousness coming back to your body as you fully but slowly awaken. You move your head gently around to catch sight of everything, Steve smiled coming into your line of vision, your eyes widened as you jumped a bit which made Steve jump thinking something was wrong, he rushed to your side "y/n? Y/n, are you Oka-" you made a weird face before cutting him off letting your raspy voice whisper "Oh my god. You've got a beard".
Steve looks at you pinching his nose laughing which you shortly but lightly follow, "are you kidding me y/n." He shakes his head, laughing through his nose. "No… I'm serious" you widely look at him with a straight face "have you seen yourself" you scrunch your face, jokingly cringe. "You've stolen my boyfriend's style", you smile, which peaks his smile, "he does have a good sense of style, huh" Steve replied, looking at you “And only he can pull it off” you smirked.
You softly smile, looking at him. "How long have I been sleeping beauty?" You joked, "It would've been a month tomorrow," Steve says, and you nod "oh, wow... you make it sound like it was an anniversary", you cough a bit, “could I get some water?" You politely ask Steve, pouring you a glass handing it over to you; you take a sip automatically refreshing your throat. "Bucky is asleep… I can go get him?" Steve asks, standing at the edge of your bed; you shake your head "leave him to sleep. I know he needs it" you smile, patting the chair for Steve to sit back down, which he does. You prop yourself up slowly, moving your joints again ached you, but it felt good that you were moving around. I guess your body knew you needed a little movement before you became a statue. "I know that he hasn't slept, even if I wasn't there, I could hear, hear you, Steve" you look at him before continuing, “Hear you plead him to sleep. I heard Tony, Nat, Sam all attempt to get him to as well.” You rest your head against the pillow "he deserves it", you smile. "Well, he has been out since this morning… I snuck Cho's sleeping pills into his breakfast bag," Steve winked, causing you to giggle. "Ahhh, a 105-year-old man looking out for his 107-year-old friend with sleeping pills,“ "You know, for a woman who has just woken from a coma, you sure do have the energy… Are you sure you weren't just playing dead?" He laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. "Don't go there, capsicle, I could ruin you within seconds", you smirk.
Tony walks in with Cho, massive smiles on their faces, "Our favourite girl is finally awake!" Tony cheers.
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Your bond with the avengers had grown in the three years of knowing them. Sam introduced you to everyone when he invited you to one of Tony's infamous parties; This was when Bucky was in Wakanda. When Bucky had come back from Wakanda with Steve, you were hanging with Sam at the compound when Sam “introduced” you two briefly after a round of cards. He likes to say that he was the one to introduce you two to each other, but it was really Steve.
Three years ago…
You and Sam were playing a round of cards when he heard the quinjet land, "That must be them!" He excitedly announced, dividing his attention, causing you to win the last round. "HA! I WON YET AGAIN” you cheered, dancing around. Nat laughing as Sam made his disappointed face. "I will never understand you y/n" Nat spoke, shaking her head giving throwing her cards onto the table. Sam rolled his eyes. "It's called being competitive", he laughed “Y’n is good at that” "Come y/n. I'll introduce you to our new member." He turned to you, you nodded getting up with Nat, who followed. In all honestly, you loved meeting the team, both new and old members.
Steve had walked in first. "Ah! Y/n" he smiled, hugging you. "Hey sucker", you smiled playfully punching his arm. There was a slight cough from behind him, causing you to direct your attention to the tall brown haired man. Steve moved to the side so you could see him. You instantly smiled, gazing upon his bold deep-blue eyes. "Y/n, this is our newest recruit James Barnes" Steve announced; Sam smiled. "Welcome back, man". Bucky just nodded, keeping a slight eye on you, “Hey James", you extended your hand out to shake his, "You can call me Bucky" he smiled, shaking your hand gently, you give a small smile nodding, "Nice to meet you Bucky, I'm y/n." Sam looked unamused "why do I still get to call you James?" He huffed, you laughed letting Bucky's hand go. "Probably because I'm cooler and you're just plain annoying" nudging Sam’s arm. The comment made Bucky laugh, and from then on there, it started a lifetime between the two.
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Cho had finished checking all your vitals and debriefing you on the certain meds you'd have to take for the next few weeks to gain your strength back. Cho also went through a few exercises with you to get your muscles moving again. "Thanks Cho… I appreciate it", you smiled watching as she began to leave. "Wait, Cho-" you quietly whispered, looking at her as she turns back. "Mh?" You let your feet dangle off the bed "do you think I'd be able to move into where Buck is sleeping? I'd like to sleep with him tonight." Cho let a small smile out, "If that is what you want to do, you're more than welcome to. Just slow and carefully, although your wound has healed, your body is getting used to being awake and moving again." You nodded. Tony smiled, patting you back lightly. "Thank gosh, you're leaving this room, can use it for someone who needs it more", he jokes before earning a hard punch from you. "Watch it, tin-man. I'll get my man on you, and you'll be the one needing this room more than I ever did," you gleam sassily as he clutches his chest pretending to be hurt.
Tony winks. "Well, I'll leave you to it", he smiles, walking out down the hall. You look at Steve before slowly getting off the bed, landing your feet into the warm fluffy slippers that Nat had brought for you. Steve aids to your side "thanks," you smile grabbing hold of him for support, groaning a bit as you stood straight “don't mention it y/n," he smiled, grabbing your bag with his free hand. Slowly and carefully, you walk out down the hall with Steve by your side; walking in your warm cotton Pj's, you look around, trying to focus yourself on everything. "You alright?" Steve asked for the twentieth time in five mins you’d both been walking to the guest room. You roll your eyes. "Actually, now that you mention it, I'm feeling lightheaded” you laugh mimicking like you were going to faint. Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm okay, Steve, don't worry" you smiled. Stopping at the door of the room, you hear Bucky's soft snore, which makes your heart flutter. "He's going to kill me tomorrow morning", Steve whispered, opening the door slightly for you. You let a small giggle out, "why's that?" You whisper back as he puts your bag just inside the door. "I said I'd wake him if anything changed" he watched as Bucky slept deeply. "Don't worry, he won't kill you, I won't let him" you wink, mouthing a thank you to Steve. "Get some good rest, Steve" you smile, closing the guest door lightly, not wanting to wake Bucky.
Carefully you walk over to the bed, slipping the slippers off your feet and slowly climbing onto the bed. You smiled, watching as your boyfriend snored, his vibranium arm now spread out to the side like he was waiting for you to fill it and his other still under his neck. The rise and fall of his chest calmed you as you scooted closer into his embrace. Head resting on his vibranium arm was dearly missed; you rolled to your side before resting one of your hands on his chest, snuggling closer to him. You missed this, being able to do it for yourself; you just missed it. You closed your eyes lightly before hearing your name sing quietly, "y/n?" Bucky looks down at you in surprise. You look up at him with a soft grin "Ta-Da" you chuckled, his eyed watered blinking too many times at you, your hand rested on his cheek as he lightly turned to you. "Happy month late anniversary, my love", you smiled at him as his brows furrowed "no… no… I'm dreaming I- you-" he stutters, but you quickly shut him up with a soft kiss to his lips. "Not a dream", you whisper, looking into his eyes. His face flutters a vast smile.
A sense of realisation hit “You're awake!" He sniffs, smiling as you nod towards him, "Indeed." You giggle. He pulls you gently closer to him. "Gosh, have I missed this so much." You smile, hugging onto him. "I'm so glad to have you back, baby", he can’t hold his whimpers in any longer, you look up to wipe the tears from his face "no need to cry, love". His breath cools; he had his love back with him. "How'd you get here?" He asks, concerned that you might be hurt, "Steve helped me back here. Don't you go killing him either", you warned, making him slightly laugh. "He told me you were sleeping; I thought I'd surprise you." "It was the best surprise” Bucky hummed. “I’m sorry I ruin our anniversary-"Bucky cut you off, shaking his head. "No, doll, that is not your fault." He whispered, kissing your soft lips. You sniffed in sadness. "I couldn't give you your flowers", you pouted, and he just smiled. "Well. I think I'd rather have you." He cooed. “There are plenty of flowers, but there is only one of you”.
Moments more extended, the pair of you moulded into each other like you had never left his side. Your eyes closed, Bucky grabs your attention again, "Love?" "hmm?" You hum in reply. He tugs at the chain around your neck, causing your eyes to open in confusion; you hadn’t noticed the chain until now “Buck?" You looked down to where his hand was; on the necklace that homed your neck was a beautiful gold black peppered ring. He searched your eyes “Marry me?" eyes glistened in the dark, you smiled cheesily, reaching to hold his hand that held the engagement ring, you kissed his hand then his lips, "of course" you smiled which made Bucky excitedly wiggled a victory dance in your presence, a habit he caught from you.
He unclasped the necklace from your neck, sliding the ring off it; you smiled, watching him slide it onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief as you watched him. "You've asked me while I was asleep, haven't you?" You said as a faint memory of his voice took you back to when you were in your coma. Bucky softly nodded as he admired you, “I did”.
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Bucky sat next to you after you'd come out of surgery; it was already nightfall. Bucky sobbed quietly as he held your hand, watching you rest. "I- I'm sorry we couldn't celebrate our anniversary together, baby", he sniffed, keeping your hand in his as his cheek rested upon the intertwined hands. "Gosh, how I wish you were here, awake with me” He continues, "I- I was going to propose to you tonight, tell you how excited I was to spend the rest of our lives together, to grow old, to have a f-family." he blinks, causing his tear to fall onto your hand. "I love you with everything I've got, doll. You're my happiness, my light. P-please comes back to me, don't leave me." His brows furrow more. "I need you, I know I'm selfish, but I do. So please, I promise to give you more than I've given you already, to protect you, to love you, to be your goofy husband. I promise to be there on your hardest days like you do for me. I promise you the world, my- our world. If you'd just come back to me l-love," his heart rips as he cries softly. For a brief moment, he lets your hand go taking the box from his pocket. He unclasped the dog tags from his neck, taking the engagement ring from the box, he slides the ring on before standing, gently he puts his necklace around your neck before sitting back down to hold your hand. "For when you wake, I'll ask you again, I know you'll come back. I love you so much" He kisses your hand again. “Marry me”.
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"You've given me everything I need. Growing old and goofy with me is all I ever need," you smiled, cupping Bucky's face. "You don't need to promise me anything for me to come back to you; I'll always find my way back into your arms." Bucky smiles, holding his hand against yours as it cups his face. "I love you, James Bucky Barnes, and I'd want nothing else but to spend the rest of our life together. I love you," you whisper.
With your cheesy speech, Bucky's worries vanished, “how can I say no if you promised to be my goofy husband” he grinned. “I’m holding you to that” “I cannot wait to marry you doll” you hugged back onto him before replying. “Neither can I, Mr Barnes." nuzzling yourself into his chest him.
The last conversation you'd have until morning as you fell asleep into each other's arms.
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metalbuckaroo · 9 hours ago
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°•°•Masterlist•°•°
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None of the gifs used are mine
AN: All of the linked parts/drabbles/oneshots all have their own warnings, mostly smut. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI
Series
Sweet Pea Masterlist
Oneshots/Drabbles
Biker!Bucky
¤ Not-So-Peaceful Morning- A quiet morning interrupted by a phonecall
¤ Break Time- A stressful shift at the bar leads to break time in Bucky's office
¤ In For It- Teasing Bucky on his bike isn't always the best choice
¤ Paperwork- Bucky shows his girl some attention
¤ Two Weeks- Bucky gives you a two week break before starting things back up
¤ Stunning- Bucky's girl needs some reassurance
¤ Bite- "Let em know who's girl you are."
¤ Make Me-
¤ Impatience- Bucky is a softie for his girl
¤ Repaying the Favor- After things were cut short, Bucky comes home to repay the favor.
Roommate!Bucky
¤ Friends- "Friends don't play with friends underwear."
¤ Bonding Time- A few too many drinks ends in a bathroom floor conversation with Bucky
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evil1ove · 9 hours ago
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favorite crime
sebastian stan x actress! reader
based on 'favorite crime' by Olivia Rodrigo
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 |
mentions of: cheating, and friends disaproval
a/n: sorry I haven't posted recently I just graduated and I have a bunch of things in the works!
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“So, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” Sebastian asks
“Well, I was thinking about how weird this is, the whole us thing,” you say motioning your hand between Sebastian and you
“Do you mean our relationship? y/n my last relationship was already crumbling down before that day” he says mentioning the day he kissed you
“The press is going to explode,” you say holding your head
“They aren’t going to explode, they might freak out yes” Sebastian jokes and sits down on your black couch in your living room
“You know that I love you so bad, right?” he asks holding his arms out so you can hug him
“Yes, but-” you were cut off with Sebastian taking your waist and making you cuddle with him on the couch and started to tickle you which erupted in loud waves of laughter
“Sebastian stop!”
“NEVER!” he exclaims
“So, what’s going on with the falcon and the winter soldier? Are you almost done filming” you ask Sebastian when he finally let go of your torso, you were in his house and were just having fun, the question was already answered by Mackie himself, he told you a few weeks ago that they have finished the show, so you want to see how Sebastian will recover from this
“No, I think we have a few more weeks left and then after that, I’m all yours” your heart sank when he answered that, you couldn’t believe yourself, or how you let him treat you like shit, and you were self-sabotaging yourself, you were his willing accomplice
“Speaking of, I have to go, were having a table read for the next scene,” he says getting up and going to the door where his sweater hung up “bye see you later, love you” he screams while leaving, your eyes were doe-eyed and ready to burst out with tears, he was slowly killing your all too fragile heart, one day at a time, one heart broke, four hands bloody, you were the one letting him do this to you after all. What were you scared of? all the things you did for the man to call him yours were all for nothing so he can be handed to another woman, you won’t blame the other girl, it was Sebastian who sought her out. You hoped this was his favorite crime, making you feel like jack-shit.
He used you as an alibi so he seemed like the sweet caring person, you were known for being nice and polite, Americas sweetheart even. You promised you would never cheat on someone, and he did too, but that was a lie, he was not loyal and he was cheating on you.
“Hey, are you ready, were leaving” Sebastian cut your memory off, you were going to meet up with some of your friends you insisted that Sebastian should stay, but he insisted he was going, and you let him after much debate, you grabbed your purse and got your keys, Sebastian was outside your front door and you in his car. You were going to meet your friends at a diner which is the most LA thing you have ever done. When Sebastian finally found a parking spot, you both got out, you met your friends at Mel’s Drive-In diner in Hollywood. You were walking hand in hand with Sebastian and were looking for our friends. You could hear your name being called and looking in the direction to meet eyes with one of your friends, you tell Sebastian and you could see your friend’s mouth drop seeing him next to you, especially when they see you holding hands with him. They might as well be dead.
“Hello,” you say sitting down in the booth
“Hey y/n...and Sebastian” your friends trailed off
“What’s going on here?” she says pointing between the two of you
“Umm, we're dating..again,” Sebastian says looking at your expression and then to your friends, you were starting to burn up
“But-”
“Don’t, please” you cut Amelia off
“He legit broke your heart,” Sam continues what Amelia wanted to say
“Yes, I know,” you say with wide eyes
“And you’re letting him do it again" Amelia says
“He’s a great guy, look I promise if he hurts me again I'll break it off,” you say completely forgetting Sebastian was there
“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself instead of us,” Amelia says and you hear sirens, it was quite often you heard them so you brushed it off.
“How did you guys even start this, aren’t you dating someone?” Sam asks Sebastian
“I was, umm… but I left her, for y/n,” Sebastian says moving his arm around your shoulder so it could rest there
“Well that makes you look even worse,” Sam says drinking her cold beverage. You smile at the two, if your friends that you know so very well act like this, imagine the press and the fans. It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do because you’re going down, but you were doing it with Sebastian.
“Sebastian! Oh my god” you say in pure shock, you found him balls deep inside another woman which made you almost cry at the sight, he has shared your location with you and so you followed it, to find him here, cheating on you. That was the final straw, he officially broke your heart, you were hoping you may just have been overthinking it. Until this, this confirmed it all.
“I think your friends hate me, but I, know you don’t hate me since you scream my name every night” he whispered in your ear which sent tingles down your spine
“I hate you,” you say with a smile on your face
“Look what we became,” he says “we’re a very happy couple,” Sebastian says to your friends and they have this gaze that can kill him right then and there and you just knew you will have to defend the man right after this dinner in your group chat.
After a very toxic dinner that was silent, you said your goodbyes to your friends.
“y/n-” Amelia says
“We just want to make sure you’re going to be happy with him and he won’t hurt you again,” Sam says finishing Amelias sentence
“I know, it’s just that I don’t know- he makes me feel special, and he’s changed, truly, and I wasn’t going to do this if I knew this would end like the last time” you reassure your friends and hugged them saying goodbye
“Thank you,” Sebastian says starting up his car
“Why?” you say furrowing your eyebrows
“For giving me a second chance, for defending me from your friends,” he says meeting your eyes
“I was not doing that for you, I was doing that so I wouldn’t get a million texts right now,” you say buckling your seatbelt
“Well I appreciate it, I love you,” he says bringing your forehead to his making your forehead touch his
“Thank you” you didn’t say the three words back because you can’t bring yourself to say it and he kisses your forehead which you made you close your eyes.
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marvelswh0re · 10 hours ago
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Me on my way to read filthy smut on my lunch break, right next to my coworkers:
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It do be risky business.....
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i'll make this feel like home
She never wanted a mate like this and will kill this wolf no matter what it takes. Enough is enough.
And.
Bucky finds out how much she likes the color yellow and how much he likes it when she smiles.
(A/N: again, this is a repost of an old work from my old blog, but I still wanted it to be out there on Tumblr, lol. Hope you like it!)
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It has been three long and sorrowful weeks since Bucky had lost track of his sweet omega. It is a sin among alphas to lose their omegas, and Bucky has been feeling the quiet disdain amongst his pack for how shitty of a leader they have. She left not a trace when she fled- just a discarded shoe that Bucky had found in the forest long after she'd escaped him. But he can't even find a scent that matches the one on the shoe to follow! It's been a lonely time, and Bucky has been holed up in his bedroom like a hermit, unable to face the world until his omega willingly returns to him. He will not force her to come to him. He can't. (Okay, maybe it is too soon, but he's ninety-eight percent positive that he's in love with this woman already; alpha and omega dynamics be damned.)
Bucky is sure that she didn't remember this, but she talked while lying unconscious in his bed. She had an entire conversation with someone. She spoke of the old country, whatever that was, and how cold she felt. How strange it was for a vamp to feel cold! Bucky was brought up believing that they felt nothing. She begged the person only she could see. She wanted to be mortal. She missed seeing herself in a mirror. Bucky would have told her she looked beautiful. He would say to her that every day if she let him.
He's sad.
No, scratch that. He's heartbroken. He has not eaten much of anything except the occasional raw strip of bacon. He can't even be bothered to cook it up properly. Gods, he remembers what she smelled like. The sea and clean clothes fresh out of the dryer, his favorite. She smelled like something comforting, too, which made him think of being a pup and spending hours in the library, escaping the summer heat through his favorite stories. Her anger smelled like a heady bonfire, one like the Pagan witches burn every year as they celebrated Beltane.
Her scent haunts him so much that he can nearly taste it. After she fled, her smell lingered merely a moment before it was blown away by a gust of cold wind. Even her shoe no longer smells like her, so Bucky has nothing to comfort him. All he can do is sit at the window like a dutiful alpha and wait. Sometimes he howls into the darkness, hoping that she will hear and come to him.
She is exhausted- bone tired and feeling increasingly sluggish for the last three weeks. She doesn't want to blame it on the stupid wolf who may or may not have saved her life from whatever was wrong with her, but the longer she hides from him and his emotions that sear her chest, the more she believes that yes, they have somehow miraculously pair-bonded. Gods! She can't even process the thought. It is like something out of that stupid book Twilight, where that teen werewolf who never wears a shirt falls in love with an infant- what a ridiculous idea. At least, she used to think it was until it happened to her. She supposes it did happen to her because she can still feel the twinges of the wolf in her mind. She can feel his pain, sense his loneliness.
It's very distracting as she is trying to read. She hasn't gotten past Canto ii of her favorite poem (The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser) before her chest starts to hurt, and she hears 'Wolfy's howl in her mind.
"Oh my Gods!" she yells as she bangs her head against her headboard and throws her book across the room. "What is wrong with me? Ugh, cut me open! I'm infected! Pull it out! I cannot believe this is happening to me."
He was only minutely attractive, right? Not sexy enough for her to want to be a subservient omega-like being, bending to her alpha's every whim. She is not a gods-darn cum dumpster, nor is she mother material. She cannot cook because she only eats blood. She hates to clean and hardly ever makes a mess, so she does not need to deal with that, anyway. She is not going to take this thing sitting down. She's a vampire, not an omega. As that thought crosses her mind for the hundredth time in the last hour, she has decided that she has officially reached her limit. She is going to kill this wolf no matter what it takes. She's sick of him in her head.
Enough is enough.
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Bucky has not moved from his spot by his bedroom window in over six hours. He's been steadfastly ignoring the gnaw of hunger in his belly. The moon shines in his window, and he tilts his head, letting out a mournful howl. He hears a responding howl from a few miles away and knows that it's his second, Steve. Steve has been checking up on his best friend for a few hours every other day to see how Bucky has been managing. But the rest of Bucky's pack has all but shunned him. It will take a lot to get back into their good graces, but how can he lead when he feels so empty? Bucky howls again, yipping into it. A gust of wind blows through his window just as his nose is still in the air, and he inhales it, prepared for the icy chill to burn his lungs and soothe the ache in his chest. Instead, he catches the scent of the sea, cotton, and the yellowed pages of old books.
It's his pretty omega!
Bucky leaps to his feet and runs downstairs in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His body heat will keep him warm anyway. He throws open his front door and races out onto the grass, frantically looking around in the darkness. He howls at her, sending his yearning across their bond. He wants to see her so badly. He wants to touch her and kiss her and taste her and fuck her. He wants her wrapped around him so tightly that he can hardly breathe. He wants her to taste him.
A hiss from the darkness is all the warning he has before something knocks him on his ass. He yelps in surprise, and then a figure jumps on top of him, holding him in place. Though he is an alpha pack leader, vamps are stronger than he is whenever there isn't a full moon or he is not on his rut. So this waif of a thing is stronger than him, which makes the alpha in his chest deeply unhappy. He quells that side of him with an internal growl. He's just thrilled that she's here!
She hisses again, baring her fangs at him. Her eyes glow, and she smells like charcoal. She looks furious. Her right hand comes up to his neck, and she chokes Bucky in an attempt to frighten him. However, it has the opposite effect as he wiggles around, feeling his dick starting to swell in his pants. She glares and presses down harder until he can't even breathe, and he gapes up at her, helplessly turned on.
"I am so sick and tired of your voice in my head day in and day out," she snarls. "Always in my mind, whining for an omega. Do you think I wanted this? There is no way I would ever want a disgusting animal like you!"
She laughs, looking as crazed as Bucky feels.
"Since you couldn't kill me the first time around, I guess it's my turn. I will have no problem killing you, you awful creature. I'll revel in it. I'll roll around in your blood like a pup. I'll stick silver in your mouth and rip. Your. Guts. Out. And I'll love every second of it."
Bucky whimpers. He has never felt so powerless against anything before. She has got him right where she wants him and not in a good way, though he doesn't mind it so much. He squirms in her grip, trying to find anything to rut against, and she hisses at him, snapping her hand back as though she had been stabbed.
"What was that?" she asks, eyes huge. "What's going on?"
"I don't- I don't- what are you talkin' about?" Bucky whines, wanting her hand around his neck again.
"You burned me, you asshole! Oh, shit! Ow, ow!"
"My necklace?" Bucky asks, fingering the symbol around his neck.
It is a relic passed down from pack alpha to pack alpha as a remembrance of the leaders before him and a remembrance of the wolf's ways. Bucky recalls that it's made of iron as a way of protecting the pack leader from vamp attacks. The necklace is for protection from the same creatures like the one seated on top of him—his omega. The older a vamp is, the more iron burns them. His sweet baby doll is cradling her hand and moaning in pain. She must have been very hurt.
"'S my necklace. It's iron," Bucky says weakly, feeling terrible. "I can take it off if ya wanna, you know, kill me or whatever."
"I don't understand what's going on," she says instead, toppling off of him and scurrying away from the light of his porch. "Why can I hear you in my head? Why can I feel what you feel?"
"Pair-bonding," Bucky explains, getting to his knees and following her, "Alphas smell a certain smell that attracts them to the omega -er- being that carries the same scent. It's a scent ingrained in the individual alpha's hindbrain before they're even born. You smell like the ocean. I love goin' to the beach. You smell like my childhood library. An' I love fresh sheets right outta the dryer an' ya smell like that too. I smelled ya at the church, an' it was everythin' I thought it would be. You're my omega. I can't help it no more than you can help suckin' down blood."
"So what then?" she says, glaring at Bucky. "What, I don't get a choice? A say? This isn't my body anymore; it's yours just because you've decided it is? Because your biology told you it is? You alpha wolves are pieces of work; you know that? How disgusting this whole hierarchical thing is. How do you think your omegas feel, huh? You treat them like nothing more than processing factories to dump your cum into and then pop out your babies!"
"Now, hold on a second," Bucky starts angrily, "It ain't like that with omegas!"
"Oh yeah? I've been around for hundreds of years, 'Wolfy,' and the only thing that's changed are the colors of your fur. Nothing in societal terms. Omegas are treated like second-class citizens, and if you think I am going to fall to my knees and beg at your feet for you to shove your dick in me, you have another thing coming! My Gods, this is ridiculous! I have been alone for four hundred years, and I get a werewolf wanting to mate with me?" she cries, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief.
"Things have changed!" says Bucky. "But why the fuck do I needta explain it to ya? Omegas are revered, respected. They're treated like royalty! Hell, the last Heat Centers closed in the 1930s!"
"'Heat Centers'! You mean those glorified prostitution rings?" she snarls. "You animals disgust me."
"Likewise," Bucky snaps. "Ain't like you vamps made us wolves your bitches for hundreds of years!"
"Gods, you're still bitter about that? That was eons ago! My great-great-grandparents weren't even alive when the last wolf trade happened!"
"Yeah, well. We're still pretty angry!"
"Ugh."
They sit in silence for a moment. Bucky huffs, which is a terrible idea as he then inhales and gets a whiff of her scent. He groans and continues hating himself for choosing a fucking vampire as a mate. (This whole courting thing is going well so far, isn't it, Barnes?) He told her he wanted her to have his pups the very moment he met her. She just tried to kill him. He burned the palm of her hand clean through to the muscle; they screamed at each other—what a mess.
Okay, new plan.
"Look," Bucky says finally. "I dunno what else to say except I'm sorry. I know ya understand that I can't help this."
"What would happen if I refuse?" she says.
Bucky's heart sinks.
"I'd try an' respect your choice. But it would be tough for me. You might as well just kill me now 'cause I'd die without ya."
"Now you're just acting dramatic."
"Swear it. Didn't you feel that burnin' on the night of the full moon?" asks Bucky.
She nods.
"It felt like I was being ripped apart on a cross and like I was being injected with Holy Water and burned with hot irons all at once. It was like I was dying from starvation with no blood in sight," she says.
"Now imagine that pain every day for the rest a' your life. Most alphas don't last an' kill themselves after a while. It makes 'em go crazy," Bucky says.
She closes her eyes and heaves a heavy sigh.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
She opens her eyes, and their gazes lock. Bucky makes sure to take in every inch of her if this is the last time he will get to see her. He memorizes the shape of her lips, the tilt of her nose, and the way her hair falls in her face. She is magnificent.
"You're beautiful, ya know," Bucky says, without thinking.
"You don't mean that, not really. It's just your alpha talking."
He moves closer, dropping down to his knees beside her. She is leaning against the side of his house, still cradling her hand.
"But I do mean it. Pair-bond or not. Stupid Twilight-style imprint shit or not. You're pretty. I think you're pretty an' I'm glad it's you," Bucky murmurs.
"You don't even know me, 'Wolfy."
"An' you don't know me 'cause you keep callin' me, Wolfy. My name's James Barnes. But everyone calls me Bucky, an' you can too."
"Bucky." A ghost of a smile appears on her lips. "That's a good name for a dog."
"My middle name is Buchanan," Bucky says, only slightly upset by her teasing.
"I didn't say I didn't like it. I only said that it suits you and what you are."
"Oh yeah? What's your name then? Is it Claudia? Rosalie? Eli? Akasha? Oh! I bet it's Lestat."
"That last one is a man's name, and you know it."
Bucky grins.
"Fine. So what is your name?"
She twirls a strand of hair around her finger and tells him her birth name. (She debated for a moment if she wanted to give him the fake name that she has been using for the last hundred years or so since her name is a little unusual, but she assumed he would end up discovering the truth eventually.) Bucky repeats it to himself, and his grin grows wider.
"That's a beautiful name. It suits ya," he tells her.
"Thank you," she whispers, looking embarrassed.
"I know it's unconventional, but maybe I'd be happy just gettin' to know ya. We could talk a little bit. If I get to know you, the bond may break as my hindbrain realizes we aren't meant to be. I've heard a' that happenin' before. Lemme take you out somewhere. What do ya like to do?"
"I promise you I'm not very exciting."
"I doubt that."
"I am incredibly serious," she says with a shy smile.
Bucky's heart leaps in his chest, and he bites back a quiet sound. He can feel himself falling in love with every word she speaks, and he knows that once he does get to know her, he is not going to want to let her go. Her eyes are colorless, but her lips are as bright as the mark she's already made on his heart. He doesn't think he can live without her.
Bucky fights the urge to cup her cheeks in his hands, "Now, I know that ain't true."
"All right," she says. "Fine, since you asked. I like to read. I like to run in the woods. I knit sometimes. I go to movies-"
Naturally, Bucky assumed she would like those calm activities that didn't require another person along for the ride. Vamps are known for being very solitary, introverted creatures that intensely dislike others' company, even one of their own. He does know a good used bookstore that's open until two in the morning. He could take her there. He doesn't mind quiet, boring activities if it means he can spend time with his beautiful girl.
"-This crow and I go for walks at night, I enjoy that. Coffee shops are fun, though I don't eat much. Go-carting is great."
Wait, wait, wait, wait. What did she say?
"Um, water parks. Cliff diving can be fun if you find the right cliffs. I like making candles and coloring in kid's coloring books. Oh, snowmobiling's nice too. I did that once up in Colorado, and it was the best. A little cold, but once you get going, it's incredible. "
"Wow," Bucky says weakly, which is Bucky code for 'holy-fucking-shit-I-think-I-am-in-love-with-you.'
"I'm sorry," she says, suddenly uncomfortable, and Bucky smells it on her. "I have no idea where all of that came from."
"No!" he says a little too eagerly. "No, no, no! You, uh, in the mood to drive some go-carts right now? I know the manager of the place downtown. He's one of my pack buddies. He gave me a key, 'cause you know, I'm his alpha, he's gotta listen to me."
Bucky's only showing off a little bit.
"Oh," she says, surprised. "You want to go now?"
"No time like the present, right?"
A genuine grin, the first one Bucky has ever seen from her, spreads across her face. She even lets out a soft giggle and nods.
"Go-carts it is," she agrees.
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Clint Barton was not at all pleased with Bucky. Bucky had texted Barton fifteen minutes before the go-cart place was due to close, which Bucky knew made him a dick, but what else could he do? This new thing, this vampire he met, agreed to spend time with him! He didn't want to disappoint her! To get Clint to agree, Bucky promised a few things to Barton that he never wanted anyone else to know about. He didn't want to die of humiliation before he even had a chance to impress the pretty vampire, who he was pretty sure he was in love with.
The same pretty vampire who had tried to kill him not sixty minutes ago is now jumping eagerly on her toes as she stands with Bucky, waiting to get onto the track. She is a bit too far away from him. He moves closer, wanting to touch but refraining, wary of her changing her mind and running away again.
"You ready?" Bucky asks.
He can hear the happiness in her voice as she finishes adjusting her helmet.
"I sure am!" she answers, grinning.
"Anyone ever tell ya you got real pretty eyes, darlin'?" Bucky bravely says, nudging her before he can stop himself.
The compliment startles her for a brief moment, her gaze going blank. Why does she look upset? Bucky did not mean for that to happen. Fuck, he ruined it, didn't he? Hastily, he tries to recover from his mistake, but then she meets his eyes, looking shy. Bucky's heart leaps in his chest at the look on her face. His palms feel slick with sweat.
"No one has said that to me in a very long time." Her voice is soft. "Thank you, James."
He swallows. "B-Bucky. I mean, it's Bucky, Bucky's fine, yeah. Call me Bucky."
"Thank you, Bucky," she corrects, inching all that closer to him. "You have beautiful hair."
Bucky swallows again, harder, this time past the lump welling up in his throat. How is she even real? What being can he thank for creating her? Gods, he wants to kiss her so badly. That first time they had kissed, she had gotten her hands in his hair, and Bucky has not forgotten that at all. He chances a glance at her fingers, willing them to move onto his head and tug on his hair.
"Ha, thanks. I, uh, was gonna cut it actually," he says.
"Oh no!" she squeaks a little too loudly and a little too quickly. "I mean, it looks nice long, but if you wanted to, you could cut it, of course. Please don't listen to me. It's your hair."
Bucky bites back a knowing grin. She wants him to keep it long; he'll keep it long for her—no big deal. Feeling brave, he grabs her hand.
"Oh," he says, startled.
Her hand is freezing. Bucky turns to face her, and she does too, though she isn't looking at him.
"Sorry," she says. "I know it's not nice to feel."
"No," Bucky says, grabbing her other hand. "It's fine. You're fine. Can you look at me?"
She does.
"They don't ever get much warmer," she admits, looking miserable.
"That's okay. Gives me more of a reason to hold 'em. If you don't mind, I mean."
"I don't mind."
Bucky's gaze flickers to her lips. He is suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see her fangs, to run his tongue over them. Would she bite him? He sure wants her to.
"Can I kiss you?" Bucky asks.
"We haven't even started our date yet."
"Don't tell me yer that old-fashioned."
"I am over four hundred years old."
"Please? Just one kiss. I won't even ask for another one when I drop you off."
"What if I wanted you to?"
"I see. Two kisses, eh? For someone who tried to kill me a few hours ago, you're bein' very generous."
"What can I say? Go-carting gives me an adrenaline rush."
"So, is that a yes on the kiss?"
"Okay."
She steps closer to Bucky, something shining in her eyes as though she is working up her nerve. It has been a long time since she's wanted to kiss someone, but Bucky is so handsome and so sweet that she isn't afraid. He brings something out in her. She doesn't feel so shy. Bucky leans forward, and she does, too. The kiss makes her belly do all kinds of funny things that she doesn't realize she missed until they happen.
As soon as their lips touch, Bucky lets out a soft noise and gathers her up in his arms, crowding into her space. He can't get enough. He slips his tongue into her mouth too soon, but she doesn't mind. He whines when she pulls on the ends of his hair. He wants to ask her to bite him. He almost gets to, but she breaks away from his mouth. Bucky pouts, chasing after her lips.
"It looks like we can go in now," she murmurs, kissing Bucky again just to soothe him. "I hope they have yellow ones."
"Yeah?" says Bucky, nuzzling her cheek. "You like yellow?"
"Yes." Her voice is soft again, something that Bucky is slowly learning to mean that she is about to share a piece of herself with him. "Yes, it's my favorite color. It reminds me of the sun, and I can't see a lot of the sun."
Right then, Bucky decides that he will get her everything and anything in this world that is yellow.
He tugs her towards the carts. She plops down into a yellow one. He follows her lead, sitting down into a cart, with his knees pressed against his chest. She is watching him as Bucky fiddles with the seat, feeling his face turning red at how ridiculous he must look. He's never been known to be the blushing type of alpha, least of all on dates or around potential mates, but something about her makes him shy and prone to stuttering even after that damn kiss. Bucky blushes harder at this realization, his mind wandering away on the thoughts of yellow houses and wedding bells.
"Are you ready?" she asks.
"Yeah, sunshine," Bucky says, because how can he call her anything else?
She smiles at the pet name, her tongue sweeping out to lick her lips, and reaches out to take his hand, to which Bucky allows with a goofy smile. Then she lifts his hand to her mouth and kisses each of his fingers.
"For good luck," she tells him.
Bucky's heart almost beats out of his chest. He wonders if she wouldn't mind sharing a cart. His mind wanders again, of being pressed up against her as she drives them around the track. Her scent stuck in his nose as she drove. His mouth on her neck, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach. Then he would slip a hand underneath her shirt and feel the chill of her skin on his fingertips, pull her body back against his.
The gate opens. Just as it does, she stomps on the accelerator and darts out before Bucky even registers what has happened. He lets out a yelp of indignation, muttering about dirty tricks before he too begins to drive. He doesn't want to lose, competitive as alphas are.
The track is the most complicated one that they offer, full of traps where people are bound to get stuck; sharp turns lead to drivers careening into the tires along the sides. She has a lead foot, Bucky starts to realize as she rounds the bend, already on her second lap. The alpha in him growls, annoyed that he is losing to an omega, but he shuts it up, happily waving to her as she passes him. When she does pass him, he can feel the connection between them break.
It was a weak bond from the start, Bucky knew. His alpha hindbrain liked how she smelled, but once he found out what she was, his hindbrain was wary. Now, his hindbrain is deeply unhappy that he is on a date with this gorgeous creature. She is not only stronger but faster and more competitive. She does not need an alpha to take care of her. They are not compatible in any way, or so his Gods-damn hindbrain thinks. But Bucky realizes he doesn't care how his alpha side feels about the situation. He swears at himself, shutting his hindbrain down. He wants her, whether his hindbrain agrees or not.
And he knows that it is not very wise to think so, but Bucky has always been too much of a romantic. He swears she is in love with him also. He pictures her face underneath the visor, sees her smiling at him, eyes bright, and happy, and so alive. She waves back at him as she speeds by, close enough that he can barely touch her fingers. There are the gods-damn sparks that Bucky knew were there from the moment he met her. Then the surety:
Oh, this one's mine.
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Bucky Barnes x (F)Reader
Warnings: a little bit of angst/arguing, mention of attempted murder, mention of recent breakup, heavy kissing, implied smut (if your mind wants to go there).
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: This is my first time writing Bucky, let alone for the Marvel fandom. Please be gentle.
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You leaned back in your chair, reading the ridiculous book Steve had given you that week. He was hell-bent on “culturing” you on classic American literature, and not the crap they shove in your face in school. No, this was, well, not completely boring.
The shuffle of footsteps on your right startled you. You snapped your book shut as you twisted your body towards the sound. No, you didn’t have special abilities like the rest of the people in this building, but your ability to hack into almost anything was one of the reasons why the Avengers kept you on their team.
And having wickedly fast instincts didn’t hurt either.
Your eyes locked on a muscular silhouette. Shaggy hair covered icy blue eyes as the form stopped a few feet from you.
Bucky.
It wasn’t frequent that the infamous former assassin lingered around Stark Tower, but when he did, you steered clear. The man was dangerous in more than one way.
“Barnes,” you snapped, making it vehemently clear that you weren’t comfortable in his presence.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted in a light tone. He was always friendly, but something inside you urged you away from him. There was something behind those gorgeous blues that threatened you.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you deadpanned, shocking both of you with your harshness.
Bucky’s strong brow furrowed. “Uh, Steve called me here. He wanted to discuss something—Why the hell don’t you like me?” he thundered, his voice getting louder with each word. “You act like I’m the most annoying person in existence.” You cocked an eyebrow.
“Annoying?” you huffed. “That’s not really the word I would use.” You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, fighting the urge to bolt from your seat.
“Okay, then what word would you use?” he demanded, his arms crossing over his broad chest. Your eyes narrowed at him.
“Unpredictable. Oh, and maybe a little brooding. I don’t like brooding. If something’s bothering you, spit it out or swallow it. Don’t make it everyone else’s problem.” Your eyes were locked, not backing down. “You’re like a little rain cloud.” Bucky just scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Unpredictable? What, do you feel threatened by me?”
“Maybe,” you snapped.
Bucky uncrossed his arms, his eyes widening. “Really? You’re threatened when I’m around you?” His voice was laced with what you could only read as… sadness? Weird, that was something you hadn’t heard from him before. You sucked in a breath, then slowly let it out.
“A little bit.” You let your guard down a little, allowing the man before you see you, just for a moment.
His gaze softened in the fluorescent lights as his shoulders loosened. Sure, he was undeniably handsome, and something about his unpredictability intrigued you. But, you didn’t need another person burdened by their past getting too close. Sure, you were close to Steve and Natasha, and occasionally geeked out about something with Bruce and Tony, but that was about it. Everyone else on the team was kept at an arms length, especially Sergeant James B. Barnes.
Bucky nodded, taking everything in. “Okay, you don’t trust me. You don’t really even know anything about me. I mean, you probably know more about me than I’m giving you credit for, since you’re the resident computer nerd here. But, you don’t know me.” He licked his lips, sparking something in you that you tried your damnedest to force back down.
“I guess not.” You didn’t have a better answer, and for some reason, guilt was now flooding through you.
The two of you stared at each other in silence. This would have been a really great time for Steve to come in and liven the mood. But, no such luck. Whatever he invited Bucky over for, it apparently didn’t have a set arrival time. So, the two of you continued to stare at each other, your heart pounding, as your mind raced through the multitude of intrusive thoughts.
He was unpredictable, yes, but he was right. It was because you didn’t really know him, and you never bothered to get to know him. The two of you had a very close mutual friend who was an amazing judge of character. Sure, Steve had known Bucky from before the two of them became cruel science experiments. But, Steve also knew him after, for the man he was under all of the psychological damage. You never knew why you never trusted that. The best answer you had was that you didn’t want to get to close to someone who would snap or turn against you. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
After all, your recent ex-boyfriend, who you always thought was a loyal agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., was actually a high-ranking spy for HYDRA. Oh, and he tried to kill you. So, who could blame you for being a little bit cautious around the former mind-controlled super assassin.
A deep sigh finally broke the silence between you, nearly making you jump.
“So, uh, I guess I shouldn’t keep Steve waiting. He had a few things he wanted to go over with me.” You nodded as you stood from your chair, tossing your book onto the table in front of you. You slowly approached him, your eyes still fixed on him, realization flooding over you.
Sure, Bucky was terrifying in your mind, the epitome of everything you feared. But, there was something else about him that scared you, more than anything.
You were attracted to him.
You stopped in front of him, staring up at the man who practically towered over you. He cocked one eyebrow, sporting the ghost of a smirk.
“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you offered in a whisper. Your eyes locked on his again, lightly his time. The smirk spread further across his lips.
Bucky nodded. “I understand where you’re coming from, doll. It’s not every day you meet someone like me, let alone everyone under this roof. I would be skeptical too, especially given your recent issue.” Steve must have told him about your ex, damn him. “But, I hope you believe me when I say I won’t hurt you. We’re on the same team here.” You nodded, smiling a little.
“Yeah, okay, great pep talk, coach.” You rolled your eyes. Then, your expression hardened a little. “It’s going to take me a while, like it did with the rest here. For now, we definitely are on the same team.” Bucky nodded.
“Good.” Bucky offered a sweet smile as his whole body relaxed.
“Now go do whatever it is you’re here for and don’t interrupt my reading again,” you threatened with a smirk. He straightened and huffed a laugh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, before turned for the elevator, leaving you more confused than anything.
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You flipped the page of your book and giggled at the ridiculous scene. The books Rogers had given you this week were even more hilarious than the ones previous, not that that was a bad thing. You needed some good entertainment when the crew was out doing their own thing.
You didn’t have a formal home to call your own. So, you lived in one of the many extra rooms in Stark Tower, ever since you were forced to leave your flat ten months prior. It’s not like you could afford the place alone, and, well, your former “other half” was now doing time on in prison for treason and attempted murder. Or was it actual murder? Did he kill anyone that day? Probably. Anyway, he was gone, and you were glad the Avengers welcomed you fully onto their team.
You had gotten to know Steve and a few of the others at S.H.I.E.L.D., since you were working there as one of the computer strategists. After learning about HYDRA’s infiltration, and your long-time boyfriend’s true allegiance, you decided to leave for your current position.
And, well, there you were, the in-house computer nerd for the Avengers. Not that Tony Stark wasn’t a complete computer brain, but a younger set of eyes always helped bring the cocky billionaire back down to Earth.
A door opened down the hall, but you didn’t pay much mind to it. There were always people coming and going from the tower. Instead, you listened as heavy footsteps stomped their way from the main entrance to the hall, before finally stopping. You didn’t lift your gaze, figuring it was someone checking the computers in the next room.
After a few minutes, you lifted your head and spotted a figure leaning against the door frame. You frowned as you squinted to see who your visitor was. Dark brown waves and piercing blue eyes greeted you.
“Bucky,” you gasped, closing your book. “Hey.” Bucky stared over at you before his lips curled into a friendly smile.
“Sorry, I know you told me not to ever interrupt your reading,” he apologized genuinely as he entered the room. You smiled and chuckled to yourself.
“Well, I think I can let this one time slide,” you claimed with a wink. Bucky chuckled as he leaned against the table in front of you.
“What a relief. I was actually worried about what would happen if you were in a bad mood—” You reached up and shoved his flesh arm as the two of you laughed.
Ever since Bucky and you had talked things over a few weeks back, he seemed to stop by the tower a bit more often to “discuss things” with Steve. He always popped his head in to say ‘hi’, and never left without saying goodnight. You could never figure out why he needed to talk to Steve at least three times a week now, but you weren’t complaining. Plus, you were glad you were able to get to know the real man who Steve spoke so highly of. He wasn’t dangerous, not anymore. No, he was an Avenger like the rest of your friends.
And, if you were being honest, he was the best looking of them all.
“Isn’t your boyfriend waiting for you?” you teased with a smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
“He’s not—He can wait. I wanted to talk to you about something.” He let out a sigh as he watched you. You lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, Sarge. Shoot.”
Bucky’s cheeks flashed a hint of pink as he glanced to the side. “I, uh, I wanted to know if you were doing anything tonight? I’m only meeting with Steve for a few hours, so I’m free after if you want to do something.” You cocked an eyebrow and huffed, standing.
“Are you asking me out, Bucky?” you teased, earning a simple nod. Well, this was quite a development. Just a few weeks ago, you hated and, hell, even feared the guy. Now he was asking you out?
Bucky sighed, leaning back onto the table. “Maybe I am.”
You narrowed your gaze. “That was a yes or no question. Maybe doesn’t cut it,” you played with a smirk, shoving his chest lightly. He barely wavered, returning your look.
“Yes, Y/N. I’m asking you out.” He was more sincere that time, which calmed your sass just a pinch.
“Well, seeing as my reading time ends in a few hours, and I’m ahead on some of my research, I think I can squeeze you in to my schedule.” You offered him a wide grin. She chuckled and shook his head.
“Great. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you when I head back down here, then.” He nodded, then turned towards the door. His whole body was tense, like he was holding something back. You watched him as he practically marched across the room.
Just before Bucky reached the doorframe, he stopped dead in his tracks. You watched his shoulders relax a little, like he finally remembered something important, then turn back to you. In a blink, he was storming back towards you, his eyes fixed in his target. Your stomach nearly leapt through your throat as he closed the last few inches between you, his metal arm snaking around your waist. He pulled you taut against him and lowered his head, his lips skating over yours in search of consent. You leaned up ever so slightly, closing the gap completely. His lips ravished yours as he pressed you almost painfully tight against his chest. His tongue flicked out, parting your lips and demanding entrance. Your hand, the one that wasn’t pinned to your side, cupped Bucky’s scruff-lined jaw. A ghost of a moan escaped him at the contact.
His movements were slow but desperate, like kissing you was keeping him alive. He nipped and tugged at your lower lip, coaxing a groan from deep in your throat.
“Uh-hem,” someone cleared their throat from the doorway. You quickly leaned back from Bucky and peered around him, spotting Steve leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his expression smug as ever.
“Well, at least you aren’t being murdered,” Steve teased with a smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes and turned towards the door.
“Did you really have to—”
“You’re late, Buck. I was wondering where you were. Your phone is on silent, so I came looking.” Steve cocked an eyebrow.
Bucky kept you close, his flesh hand still cradling the back of your head. He let out a long sigh, then turned his head back towards you.
“I’ll be up in a minute, okay?” He growled at Steve through his teeth. Steve just chuckled and rolled his eyes, then headed for the elevator.
As Steve’s footsteps vanished, Bucky pulled you close again, pressing one last kiss to your lips. Then, he released you. You stepped back still trying to catch your breath.
“Sounds like you should head up there now,” you huffed with a smile. Bucky nodded and sighed.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He watched you as you plopped yourself back in your chair and threw your feet up on the table, crossing your ankles. He just stood there, his face flushed and lips swollen, as his eyes locked on you. You picked up your book and opened it.
“I’ll be here when you two are done,” you reassured him. He finally moved, shifting his weight. Your eyes flicked up at him, taking in his broad shoulders and heaving chest. Gods, he was delicious.
And he tasted as good as he looked.
Bucky approached you, slowly this time, and leaned into you. He captured one more chaste kiss before making his way towards the door. You smirked to yourself as you listened to his heavy breaths as he left the room, looking forward to hearing those same breaths again in just a few hours.
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houseravenclaws · 11 hours ago
Hey! Could you maybe write a Bucky fic with prompt 11 "I'm so proud of you"? Thanks!
11. "i'm so proud of you." (a/n: some...suggestive comments so 18+ only please. thank uuuu.)
Bucky thinks he’s misheard Steve.
Because it was quick and casual and something he just slipped into their conversation as he poured his second cup of coffee and turned on the news.
At 6 a.m.
It was 6 a.m. and Bucky was hearing this.
He couldn’t believe it because yeah, he was awake, but it’s not like he wanted to be. He didn’t. In fact, Steve had to drag him out of bed this morning because Bucky refused to get up. He wanted to stay in. Stay in bed with you because having you curled up against him, breathing him in, and kissing his neck every so often sounded so much better than getting up and running with Steve.
And it was Saturday.
Sleep in Saturday. Lazy morning kisses Saturday. His I’m gonna cuddle my girl until my stomach growls so loudly I need to get up and eat before I die Saturday.
So, he didn’t want to be up and — and he especially didn’t want to be up rushing to the training room because of what Steve so casually said to him.
“Baby? Baby, where are —”
Bucky feels his heart drop.
Because you were up, and you were training, and you were four months pregnant. Four months pregnant.
God, he hated when Steve was right.
“Oh, hey, Buck.”
“Hey, Buck? Hey, Buck? Baby, what are you – can you please get down from there?”
“Get down? Buck, I’m barely – “
“Please just get down. Please? I can’t have you getting – “
Natasha cuts in, “I’m throwing light punches, Bucky. She’s fine.”
But it wasn’t fine. Nothing about it was fine. Hearing the word punches and his girl in the same sentence would never be fine.
“I get that, Natasha. Really. But I still don’t like – “
“I’ll be done in an hour, Buck. Just – “you tried convincing.
“An hour? No way – “he shakes his head. “No way, baby… I just – I’m proud of you. I really am. I’m so proud of you, but you’re gonna get hurt and – and how long have you been up here anyway? I thought –"
“Buck…”
“…said you were gonna stay in bed till I got back. Doesn’t matter. I’m here now. Let’s get you down and we can go back. Mhm? C’mon.”
Bucky holds out his hand.
You shake your head.
“I’m staying.”
“Baby – “
“No. How come you get to leave bed but when I do it’s a whole thing? You make it a whole thing and – “
“I didn’t want to leave. Steve dragged me and... is that what this is about? Me leaving bed? I – “
You turn around and start talking to Natasha.
Bucky wanted to tug his hair out because God, God his girl was so frustrating sometimes. Stubborn too and she knew exactly how to get him riled up.
“Y/N.”
You ignored him.
“Y/N.”
Ignored.
“Y/N.”
His voice dropped to that tone. That tone that Bucky never liked using on you but did every so often to let you know he was not happy with you.
It was that tone that made you turn around and raise your eyebrows at him.
He raised his hands up defensively.
“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to use the voice… I just... I want you down here. In bed with me actually, so can we go? Please. I’ll even make you breakfast.”
You paused.
“In bed?”
“In bed,” he agreed.
You grinned and Bucky sighed in relief as he watched you grab his hand and get down. He kissed you once you were close enough.
“Mhm,” he hummed.
“Feel better?”
He didn’t respond, but you laughed when he dropped his head to your neck. He was so overprotective sometimes. Clingy too and yeah, he had always been like that, but ever since you had gotten pregnant, he’d been extra overprotective and clingy. Touchy too, but you didn’t mind. You liked having his hands on you. Lips too. Somehow, they always found their way to your neck.
Like right now.
“I like this,” he breathed against your neck, tugging your black leotard. “Like this on you. Haven’t seen it in months.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby. It looks good. Looks so good on you. How about you – “he played with the zipper, slowly inching it down. “How about you make some room for me in there?”
Oh.
Oh.
“Please, sweetheart.”
You tilted your head down and pressed your lips against his, “Yeah. Yeah, okay, Buck. Just -“
“Mhm?”
“Just make sure you think about that before you use that voice on me again.”
You pulled back and started walking away.
“Fuck, baby are you being serious —“
“And you left bed.”
“But I didn’t –“
“Breakfast in bed, Buck. You said breakfast in bed. I’ll be waiting!”
Bucky groaned.
He never liked getting out of bed on Saturdays.
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halsmultibitch · 11 hours ago
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You and Me Against the World
(Bucky Barnes x reader)
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summary: Bucky and the reader navigate their relationship while in a worldwide mission that brings up past memories
wc: 2,056
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Parts in bold italics are flashbacks!
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Some people say you’re better off alone, I’m starting to think they were right…
I am one of the most feared creatures on planet Earth. I am not from this world, no one, not even myself knew where I came from. The only thing I was sure of was that I was shipped to America from Russia.
Paul and Darlene Wilson adopted me into their family when I was only 6 months old. I had two siblings, Sarah and Sam. I didn’t start showing my powers until I was 5 when Sarah wouldn’t give me back my favorite Barbie.
From then on, I was the outcast of our town. Kids made fun of me, parents didn’t want their children near me.
I was alone…
I felt it even more when Sarah left for college and Sam went into the Air Force.
With them gone, I became a masked vigilante known as гадюка. I took down people that had no good intentions which is what led Nick Furry recruiting me for SHIELD.
Some time later, I was tasked by Steve to find The Winter Soldier. This is where things got complicated.
When I infiltrated where he was being held, he had some of his memories. I talked to him for a long while, and kept going back even though I was supposed to capture him.
I fell in love with him, and I couldn’t let the government have him. I helped Bucky escape, from there, we went on the run from HYDRA and SHIELD.
After the events between Captain America and Iron Man, Bucky was sent off to Wakanda to heal.
I was once again alone…
I was reunited with Bucky during the war with Thanos, only to have him ripped from me along with my brother, I had never felt such sadness. All my frustration through the years spilled out of me, the power inside me going off like a grenade.
They locked me in a cell for a month until I could get myself under control.
Five long years went by, I had tried to spend more time with my sister and nephews, but Bucky clouded my mind every single day. What was left of the Avengers and I was able to undo the snap, bringing back every single person lost.
I finally had the two most important men back in my life.
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Bucky and I shared an apartment in downtown Brooklyn, although with how things had been going it felt like I lived alone. Buck may live with me, but mentally, he’s nowhere near me.
I felt more lost than ever in our relationship from the years I had known him…loved him.
I wished more than ever to have my friends, my family back. I missed them more than ever, and I won’t lie, it’s been difficult to move on.
No matter how much I’ve tried over the past 8 months, Bucky still refused to open up to me. It wasn’t like I could tell my brother anything either since Bucky wouldn’t take his calls. I hadn’t talked to Sam in a few months, I felt terrible about it, but I really just didn’t even know where to begin. I wanted to tell him everything.
The definition of relationship was completely different between Bucky and I. He was still in the 40’s mindset, while I was in the 21st century. In his time, women didn’t ask questions, and they didn’t do what Bucky calls “playing doctor”.
“I’m sorry I want to know what’s going on with my boyfriend!” I shouted, my face turning more red by the second.
“I didn’t ask for you to play doctor and try to open up my mind y/n!” Bucky shouted back.
“I’m not HYDRA James!” I screeched, a glass behind him breaking. I had lost control for a moment.
“I love you, I’m trying to help you! You can’t stay closed off from me, it’s going to ruin us.” I continued, tears rolling down my cheeks as I held his bearded ones between my hands.
“I need my girlfriend, I need you to stop playing doctor.” he said bluntly, pushing my hands away. He walked past me, slamming the door to our room shut.
After that night, I slept alone.
Bucky had recurring nightmares that he refused to talk about. Of course I was there to calm him down, but when I tried to ask him about it, he shut down.
I was in our bed when my enhanced hearing picked up on his elevating heart rate. I jumped out of bed, running into the living room where he had nothing but a sheet on the floor. I started shaking his shoulders immediately.
“Bucky? James, wake up, you're having a bad dream baby.” I said, putting his hands on my cheeks so he felt my presence.
It took some time before his eyes shot open, his hands tightened before they dropped. He sat up, panting and sweating. Bucky laid his head on my shoulder, my hands soothing as I caressed him. This was the first time we had been this close to each other in months, and I couldn’t deny the feeling of happiness it gave me.
“You alright?” I asked gently.
“Mhm, just hold me.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer.
“I’m here baby, I’m here.” I assured, laying a gentle kiss on his jaw.
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Bucky’s therapist had asked me to sit in on their session today...without telling him. I knew this was going to be a bad idea because he wouldn’t even talk to me. The look of fury in his eyes when he came into her office honestly made my heart hurt.
He was so adamant about shutting me out, and the doc saw that as she looked between us. Bucky sat beside me, winding his arm around to the back of the couch. It was the first show of affection he had willingly shown me in months.
“So, Mr. Barnes, are you still having nightmares?” Dr.Raynor asked.
“No.” Bucky deadpanned, casting a glance at me from the corner of his eye.
“We’ve been doing this long enough, I can tell when you’re lying, did something happen since the last time we spoke?” She asked again.
“No.” Bucky repeated.
You’re a civilian now, and with your history, the government needs to know that you’re not gonna…It’s a condition of your pardon. So, tell me about your most recent nightmare.” She tried again.
“I didn’t have one.” Bucky huffed, crossing one of his legs over the other.
Dr. Raynor slapped her notebook on her knee.
“Oh, come on. You’re gonna do the notebook thing? It’s passive aggressive.” Bucky protested, leaning forward a bit.
“You don’t talk, I write.” She shrugged.
I looked over at him, begging him with my eyes to say something. He stared into them for a moment before turning back to his therapist.
“Fine, ok...I crossed a name off the list of my amends yesterday. Don’t worry. I used all your three rules. Senator Atwood, she was a HYDRA pawn for years...Helped her get into office when I was the Winter Soldier, and after HYDRA disbanded, she continued to abuse the power I gave her.” Bucky explained.
I couldn’t lie about the pang in my heart that he told me nothing about this.
“So, you did it all right, but it didn’t help with the nightmares.” She assumed, looking at both of us.
“Well, like I said, I didn’t have any.” Bucky said again.
“James…” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Look…you’re gonna have to open up and understand that some people really do want to help you and they can be trusted.” Dr.Raynor advised.
“I trust people...my girlfriend.” Bucky scoffed.
“Yeah? Give me your phone.” She demanded.
Bucky fished in his pocket, taking out his ancient flip phone and tossing it to her.
“You don’t have ten numbers on this thing, and you’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam...I am the only person you have called this week.” She sighed.
My head shot over to look at Bucky fully, I knew it. I knew he had been ignoring my brother. He had promised me over and over that he would talk to Sam, so now I knew he was lying to me this whole time. Bucky looked at me, a look someone has when they know they’ve been caught.
“Baby-” he tried, but I shook my head at him.
“You’re a hundred years old, you have no history, no family…” Dr.Raynor began, but Bucky kept interrupting.
“Are you lashing out at me, Doc because that’s really unprofessional? When did that start? Yelling at your clients?” Bucky taunted, which only made Dr. Raynor pull out the infamous notebook.
“The notebook. That’s great.” Bucky sassed, if I wasn’t completely pissed at him, I would have giggled a bit.
After a minute, Bucky finally broke.
“All right, give me a break, I’m trying, okay? This isn’t…This is new for me. I didn’t have a moment to deal with anything, you know?I had a little…calm in Wakanda with y/n and other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years.” Bucky confessed, his eyes casting down at the ground almost embarrassed.
“So, now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Peace...you.” Bucky replied.
“That is utter bullshit.” Dr.Raynor blurted.
“You’re a terrible shrink.” Bucky said.
“I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell a person can endure.” Dr.Raynor elaborated on her statement, but Bucky still shook his head as if he was in disbelief.
“Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you’ve got your mind back, you are being pardoned, and you have a very lovely girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.
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I stomped out of the office, Bucky right on my tail.
“Sweetheart please! I’m sorry ok?!” Bucky called, catching up enough to grab my elbow.
“You have been keeping me in the dark for far too long James! I can’t do this anymore!” I shouted, shoving his arm away. I turned and continued the walk to the car, but Bucky grabbed me again.
“I didn’t tell you about the amends to protect you, everything I did was for you.” Bucky explained, his blue eyes staring deep into mine.
“Because I’m the most feared assassin in the world and the government would love any chance to arrest me?” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“No-well-partially yes, but I don’t need you caught up in my mess.” Bucky stammered, now walking with me to our shared vehicle.
I stopped on my side, turning to block the door. He always opened it for me, so I knew I could trap him for a few more minutes.
“I love you James, and I am willing to do anything and everything for you, you know that. You damn well know that I will do anything for you.” I professed, grabbing a hold of his jacket.
“This is something I have to do on my own, my love, yes you know what you see in my head, but you weren’t there...you don’t know everything, and you don’t know what a monster I was.” he said quietly.
“Baby, we’ve talked about this. You are not a monster, what you did...you had no control of. I don’t hold any of that against you, and I never will.” I assured, bringing him closer to me.
We wrapped our arms around each other, taking in the other’s scent. I loved nothing more than being in his arms, they were so warm, and comforting. I tilted my head back, and he leaned the rest of the way and laid a gentle kiss on my lips.
I wanted to cry from the feeling of relief it brought me. I was so scared our relationship was done, but now I knew it was going to become stronger than ever. My hands fell to his cheeks, rubbing the scruff that I had grown to love.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I whispered back
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ilovefandoms102 · 11 hours ago
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You and Me Against the World
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader
Summary: A new era had begun...will you and Bucky survive this transition? Or will your relationship fall apart?
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Some people say you’re better off alone, I’m starting to think they were right…
I am one of the most feared creatures on planet Earth. I am not from this world, no one, not even myself knew where I came from. The only thing I was sure of was that I was shipped to America from Russia.
Paul and Darlene Wilson adopted me into their family when I was only 6 months old. I had two siblings, Sarah and Sam. I didn’t start showing my powers until I was 5 when Sarah wouldn’t give me back my favorite Barbie.
From then on, I was the outcast of our town. Kids made fun of me, parents didn’t want their children near me. 
I was alone…
I felt it even more when Sarah left for college and Sam went into the Air Force.
With them gone, I became a masked vigilante known as гадюка. I took down people that had no good intentions which is what led Nick Furry recruiting me for SHIELD. 
Some time later, I was tasked by Steve to find The Winter Soldier. This is where things got complicated. 
When I infiltrated where he was being held, he had some of his memories. I talked to him for a long while, and kept going back even though I was supposed to capture him. 
I fell in love with him, and I couldn’t let the government have him. I helped Bucky escape, from there, we went on the run from HYDRA and SHIELD. 
After the events between Captain America and Iron Man, Bucky was sent off to Wakanda to heal. 
I was once again alone…
I was reunited with Bucky during the war with Thanos, only to have him ripped from me along with my brother, I had never felt such sadness. All my frustration through the years spilled out of me, the power inside me going off like a grenade. 
They locked me in a cell for a month until I could get myself under control. 
Five long years went by, I had tried to spend more time with my sister and nephews, but Bucky clouded my mind every single day. What was left of the Avengers and I was able to undo the snap, bringing back every single person lost. 
I finally had the two most important men back in my life. 
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Bucky and I shared an apartment in downtown Brooklyn, although with how things had been going it felt like I lived alone. Buck may live with me, but mentally, he’s nowhere near me. 
I felt more lost than ever in our relationship from the years I had known him…loved him. 
I wished more than ever to have my friends, my family back. I missed them more than ever, and I won’t lie, it’s been difficult to move on. 
No matter how much I’ve tried over the past 8 months, Bucky still refused to open up to me. It wasn’t like I could tell my brother anything either since Bucky wouldn’t take his calls. I hadn’t talked to Sam in a few months, I felt terrible about it, but I really just didn’t even know where to begin. I wanted to tell him everything.
The definition of relationship was completely different between Bucky and I. He was still in the 40’s mindset, while I was in the 21st century. In his time, women didn’t ask questions, and they didn’t do what Bucky calls “playing doctor”. 
“I’m sorry I want to know what’s going on with my boyfriend!” I shouted, my face turning more red by the second. 
“I didn’t ask for you to play doctor and try to open up my mind y/n!” Bucky shouted back. 
“I’m not HYDRA James!” I screeched, a glass behind him breaking. I had lost control for a moment. 
“I love you, I’m trying to help you! You can’t stay closed off from me, it’s going to ruin us.” I continued, tears rolling down my cheeks as I held his bearded ones between my hands. 
“I need my girlfriend, I need you to stop playing doctor.” he said bluntly, pushing my hands away. He walked past me, slamming the door to our room shut.
After that night, I slept alone.
Bucky had recurring nightmares that he refused to talk about. Of course I was there to calm him down, but when I tried to ask him about it, he shut down. 
I was in our bed when my enhanced hearing picked up on his elevating heart rate. I jumped out of bed, running into the living room where he had nothing but a sheet on the floor. I started shaking his shoulders immediately.
“Bucky? James, wake up, you're having a bad dream baby.” I said, putting his hands on my cheeks so he felt my presence. 
It took some time before his eyes shot open, his hands tightened before they dropped. He sat up, panting and sweating. Bucky laid his head on my shoulder, my hands soothing as I caressed him. This was the first time we had been this close to each other in months, and I couldn’t deny the feeling of happiness it gave me. 
“You alright?” I asked gently.
“Mhm, just hold me.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer.
“I’m here baby, I’m here.” I assured, laying a gentle kiss on his jaw.
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Bucky’s therapist had asked me to sit in on their session today...without telling him. I knew this was going to be a bad idea because he wouldn’t even talk to me. The look of fury in his eyes when he came into her office honestly made my heart hurt.
He was so adamant about shutting me out, and the doc saw that as she looked between us. Bucky sat beside me, winding his arm around to the back of the couch. It was the first show of affection he had willingly shown me in months. 
“So, Mr. Barnes, are you still having nightmares?” Dr.Raynor asked.
“No.” Bucky deadpanned, casting a glance at me from the corner of his eye.
“We’ve been doing this long enough, I can tell when you’re lying, did something happen since the last time we spoke?” She asked again.
“No.” Bucky repeated. 
You’re a civilian now, and with your history, the government needs to know that you’re not gonna…It’s a condition of your pardon. So, tell me about your most recent nightmare.” She tried again.
“I didn’t have one.” Bucky huffed, crossing one of his legs over the other.
Dr. Raynor slapped her notebook on her knee.
“Oh, come on. You’re gonna do the notebook thing? It’s passive aggressive.” Bucky protested, leaning forward a bit. 
“You don’t talk, I write.” She shrugged.
I looked over at him, begging him with my eyes to say something. He stared into them for a moment before turning back to his therapist. 
“Fine, ok...I crossed a name off the list of my amends yesterday. Don’t worry. I used all your three rules. Senator Atwood, she was a HYDRA pawn for years...Helped her get into office when I was the Winter Soldier, and after HYDRA disbanded, she continued to abuse the power I gave her.” Bucky explained.
I couldn’t lie about the pang in my heart that he told me nothing about this.
“So, you did it all right, but it didn’t help with the nightmares.” She assumed, looking at both of us.
“Well, like I said, I didn’t have any.” Bucky said again.
“James…” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Look…you’re gonna have to open up and understand that some people really do want to help you and they can be trusted.” Dr.Raynor advised.
“I trust people...my girlfriend.” Bucky scoffed.
“Yeah? Give me your phone.” She demanded.
Bucky fished in his pocket, taking out his ancient flip phone and tossing it to her.
“You don’t have ten numbers on this thing, and you’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam...I am the only person you have called this week.” She sighed.
My head shot over to look at Bucky fully, I knew it. I knew he had been ignoring my brother. He had promised me over and over that he would talk to Sam, so now I knew he was lying to me this whole time. Bucky looked at me, a look someone has when they know they’ve been caught.
“Baby-” he tried, but I shook my head at him.
“You’re a hundred years old, you have no history, no family…” Dr.Raynor began, but Bucky kept interrupting. 
“Are you lashing out at me, Doc because that’s really unprofessional? When did that start? Yelling at your clients?” Bucky taunted, which only made Dr. Raynor pull out the infamous notebook.
“The notebook. That’s great.” Bucky sassed, if I wasn’t completely pissed at him, I would have giggled a bit.
After a minute, Bucky finally broke.
“All right, give me a break, I’m trying, okay? This isn’t…This is new for me. I didn’t have a moment to deal with anything, you know?I had a little…calm in Wakanda with y/n and other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years.” Bucky confessed, his eyes casting down at the ground almost embarrassed. 
“So, now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Peace...you.” Bucky replied.
“That is utter bullshit.” Dr.Raynor blurted.
“You’re a terrible shrink.” Bucky said.
“I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell a person can endure.” Dr.Raynor elaborated on her statement, but Bucky still shook his head as if he was in disbelief. 
“Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you’ve got your mind back, you are being pardoned, and you have a very lovely girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly. 
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I stomped out of the office, Bucky right on my tail.
“Sweetheart please! I’m sorry ok?!” Bucky called, catching up enough to grab my elbow.
“You have been keeping me in the dark for far too long James! I can’t do this anymore!” I shouted, shoving his arm away. I turned and continued the walk to the car, but Bucky grabbed me again.
“I didn’t tell you about the amends to protect you, everything I did was for you.” Bucky explained, his blue eyes staring deep into mine.
“Because I’m the most feared assassin in the world and the government would love any chance to arrest me?” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“No-well-partially yes, but I don’t need you caught up in my mess.” Bucky stammered, now walking with me to our shared vehicle. 
I stopped on my side, turning to block the door. He always opened it for me, so I knew I could trap him for a few more minutes.
“I love you James, and I am willing to do anything and everything for you, you know that. You damn well know that I will do anything for you.” I professed, grabbing a hold of his jacket.
“This is something I have to do on my own, my love, yes you know what you see in my head, but you weren’t there...you don’t know everything, and you don’t know what a monster I was.” he said quietly.
“Baby, we’ve talked about this. You are not a monster, what you did...you had no control of. I don’t hold any of that against you, and I never will.” I assured, bringing him closer to me. 
We wrapped our arms around each other, taking in the other’s scent. I loved nothing more than being in his arms, they were so warm, and comforting. I tilted my head back, and he leaned the rest of the way and laid a gentle kiss on my lips. 
I wanted to cry from the feeling of relief it brought me. I was so scared our relationship was done, but now I knew it was going to become stronger than ever. My hands fell to his cheeks, rubbing the scruff that I had grown to love.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
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nancybycrs · 12 hours ago
Bucky with 19 and 1 please :>>
Blurb one – bucky barnes
Prompts – 1. breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths & 19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Word count – 1k
Warnings – mentions of anxiety, but super fluffy.
a/n – I haven't written for bucky in years, and I am v nervous. lmk what u think ?
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You stood with your back against the island counter of your kitchen, Bucky stood before you over the stove cooking a meal. It wasn’t often you let him take the lead when it came to cooking, but on special occasions he insisted you let him cook you a meal. This night’s occasion being one you dreaded every time it came. It was the last night you had with Bucky before he left for a month-long mission.
Over the course of your relationship, you’d been separated in worse circumstances and made it back to each other. But even with the encouraging anticipation of his return fueling your attitude for the evening, it did nothing to cover the ache in your chest.
You thought about stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his middle, pressing kisses to his shoulder blade and mumbling sarcastic comments about his cooking. It’s what you knew your heart wanted you to do, but the ache and anxiety relayed the message as one of fear. So you withheld your affections and emotions and retreated from the kitchen to your bedroom.
The fan was on over the stove, allowing you the space to exit without Bucky hearing you. Your apartment was small and the walls were thin, but it was enough to give you space to think. You entered your bedroom and shut the door softly behind you, exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding. As you turned you were met with Bucky’s half packed suitcase on the bed. You rolled your eyes humorously, half packed and leaving in less than twelve hours.
Tucking a strand of hair behind your hair, you pulled a shirt from the pile of clothing yet to be folded and packed in his suitcase. You folded the shirt carefully, smoothing out any wrinkles before placing it in the suitcase and grabbing another shirt.
You had folded at least four shirts and two pairs of pants before you heard a gentle knock, metal against wood, behind you. Your brows raised as you looked up, immediately spotting Bucky eyeing you with a knowing look and a playful smirk.
“What?” You chuckled, his look breaking you from your sorrowful demeanor.
“I was gonna finish that.” He cleared his throat.
You nodded, sarcastically, “Mhm, hm.”
Bucky scoffed out a laugh as you turned back to the unfolded clothing. He shook his head fondly as he watched you, and in a swift movement he stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist like you wanted to do to him. His large frame stood behind you, and just as you turned your head to look at him you were met with his lips on yours.
You hummed in surprise against his lips, causing Bucky to break the kiss with a smile. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth before he dove to your lips again. You slowly turned in his arms to face him, the shirt you had in your hand dropping from your grasp. You felt the coolness of his metal fingertips along the sliver of bare skin on the bottom of your back from where your shirt rode up, and the warmth of his flesh hand, cupping your cheek softly.
He pulled away slowly, his heart pounding at the way you chased his lips, begging for another moment. Once his lips left yours you felt them on your forehead, his hand still resting along your jawline as he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple.
“Better?” He looked down at you once again, soft blue eyes glancing into your own and down at the shirt you had dropped.
You sighed, “Better.”
It was frustrating how well he knew you, especially when you felt like you yourself couldn’t process what you were thinking. He was patient with you, allowed you to discover your own feelings while making sure you knew he was there if you needed him.
You’d put so much trust in Bucky, from sharing a space together, being together intimately, and learning how to navigate each other safely given your pasts. You felt calmer as you curled into his side, his chin resting atop your head while his hand rubbed your back.
“‘M just worried.” You finished, your eyes closing softly as your head rested on Bucky’s chest.
Bucky exhaled slowly, mumbling, “I know.”
You didn’t raise your head to look at him, which prompted Bucky to do what he knew would have you smiling again. Gently, Bucky turned you by your waist to face him, dipping down to catch your lips in a kiss and softly push you back against your bed.
You landed on top of the pile of clothing neither of you had managed to fold and pack yet. But with Bucky’s lips on yours, there wasn’t much else that clouded your thoughts. You moaned lightly as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip.
“I’ll be back before you know it, doll.” He mumbled against your lips, smiling slightly as the nickname brought a grin to your lips.
“Promise?” You muttered, leaning up slightly to brush your lips against his.
Bucky indulged, catching your lips in another kiss. He moved slower than before, taking his time in kissing you gently, memorizing the way your lips felt on his for when he couldn’t be with you.
“Promise.” Bucky answered softly, a mere whisper that had his breath fanning over your lips.
As he dipped down to pepper kisses along your jawline, your hands ran through his hair as his ran along your sides. His large hands splayed out over your bare ribcage, his hands having slipped underneath your tee shirt.
By the time he made it back to your lips, that smile he worked so hard for appeared on your lips. Bucky kissed you gently, pulling back to peck your lips a few times in a row.
“In one piece?” You chuckled softly.
Bucky laughed, the sound in your ear had you feeling euphoric, and your mind took note of the bliss you felt in that moment to return to when Bucky was away.
“Of course,” He mumbled sweetly. He then paused, furrowing his brows he looked down at you humorously, “Technically, two.”
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buckyswintersoldiermask · 13 hours ago
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The Hotel Bed
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Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (Steve Rogers x fem!reader)
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Summary: You get an unexpected visitor on your solo mission and you have to share the room and well the bed.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: one bed. cuddling and just basically fluff
A/N: I wanted to try writing the one bed trope but non sexual so. This is like my first lengthy fic in a whileee
(y/c/n), (c/l/n): your cover name and cover last name
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“Hi, I’m checking in. (y/c/n) (c/l/n).” You said, walking up to the front desk of the hotel.
The receptionist looked for your name in the system and gave you your key. He told you about all of their amenities and their amazing view from your floor. You thanked him and made your way up to the 7th floor, where your room was.
It was a decent room perfect for one person, a king sized bed, a couch, a desk, and a decently sized bathroom. The view from your window was actually quite nice, he wasn’t lying. You unpacked your bags and set up so you could do your mission. You, Bucky, Steve, and Sam had been following a lead and you volunteered to stay in the hotel where the operations were happening.
You were about to log into your laptop when there was a knock on the door. You quietly walked to the door and peeped out the whole to see Bucky. You rolled your eyes, opening the door, letting him in.
“Why are you here?”
“Well, hello to you too.” He said, not answering your question. He took off his jacket then sat on the couch.
“Bucky, what are you doing here?”
“They didn’t tell you?” You shook your head, folding your arms. They didn’t tell you what? “I’m your partner on this mission.”
You thought your ears were deceiving you. This was some information that you could’ve used before you left. You glared at Bucky before going into the bathroom and locking yourself in there. You dialed Steve‘s number so you could get to the bottom of this. He picked up and his voice rang through the phone.
“Steven.”
“Hi (y/n), something wrong?”
“Yes. Something is wrong.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked, a worried tone hidden in his voice.
“Why didn’t you or Sam tell me Bucky was joining this mission?”
For the next few seconds you heard nothing but his breathing. “Steve!”
“(y/n), I’m sorry I thought Sam told you.” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Steve, there’s literally one bed.”
You could feel Steve’s expression through the phone.
“I can book him a room.” Steve said, making you relax a little. He wasn’t speaking for a while, you got concerned.
“Everything good?” You asked. Steve, on the phone, made a discovery. The hotel was fully booked. Bucky wasn’t getting a new room, he was staying right where he is.
“They’re fully booked, (y/n).”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m sorry, maybe this is a good thing. I have to go but keep me updated!”
“Steve don’t you-.”
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“When I get back to the compound.”
You shoved your phone into your pocket and walked out the bathroom. “If you’re going to stay here there are going to be some ground rules.”
“As I expected, miss goodie two shoes, (y/n/n).” He teased, making you slightly more irritated.
“I’m not a goody goody because I like structure and have boundaries.”
“Whatever you say, so these rules?”
You nodded, “Stay out of my stuff, you’re sleeping on the couch, don’t get in my way, and don’t take forever in the bathroom.”
He smiles before nodding, “you got it, boss.”
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Evening came and Bucky went and got food, while you stayed and watched the security cameras. Tony hacked into the security mainframe so you could access the cameras while staying at the hotel.
Bucky came back with 2 bags, 2 drinks, and some observations about some people downstairs. He told you they were talking in code, something about a deadline being made.
You and Bucky ate and watched the security footage until it got late and they were dying down. You narrowed down all of the possible suspects to about 10. You were practically falling asleep at the desk. “You should get some sleep, I’ll watch.” Bucky offered.
“I think we both could sleep, I have an alarm that will go off if we’re missing something.” You said, getting up and stretching.
You went to your luggage and shuffled through it trying to find pajamas. That’s when it hit you, you completely forgot to pack pajamas when Sam came to talk to you. You mumbled under your breath, putting away your luggage.
“You need a shirt?” Bucky asked, holding up one of his henley’s.
“Oh, no you don’t have to.” You answered, trying to let him keep his shirt.
He tossed it to you with no warning and you caught it with your hand, “Thanks.”
You went into the bathroom to change into Bucky’s shirt. Never in a million years did you think you would be wearing Bucky’s shirt to bed. Or even sharing a room with him. His shirt was barely touching your knees, but it was comfy. You came out of the bathroom to see Bucky on the phone.
“Okay thank you.” Bucky hung up the phone and looked at you. You could tell it was going to be some news you didn’t like. “You know how couches have pull out beds?” You nodded. “This one is broken.”
The whole reason you wanted to be on this mission yourself was because of how many blankets and pillows you wanted to ask the front desk to bring.
You walked to the bed and slipped in before responding, “Could you sleep on the couch like that?”
You honestly felt kind of bad, he gave you his shirt to wear and now he might be sleeping on the floor.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me, doll. Get some sleep”
DOLL. He called you, doll. He had never called you that before, he’s only ever called you by your name. He obviously knew what he did because he didn’t make eye contact after.
“Bucky, do you just want to sleep in the bed?”
“No, you take it. I’ll just sleep on the floor.”
You were disgusted just thinking about how dirty these hotel floors can be, “You can sleep in the bed.”
“What about your rule?” He questioned, wondering if it still stands.
“Just get in the bed before I change my mind.” WIthout another word Bucky got in the bed and stayed on his side. “Why did you come on this mission?” You asked once you got comfortable.
“We haven’t been on a mission together.”
“We’ve been on dozens.”
“With Steve, Sam and the others but not just us.” He responded, making you realize he’s right.
“Well, I guess, I’m glad you’re here.” You tease, making him smile. “You’re not a terrible partner.”
“I’m flattered.”
Your conversation ceased with the both of you falling asleep. You woke back up to the sound of shuffling and typing. You sat up and saw Bucky typing away on your laptop. You checked the time, seeing that it was still early in the morning.
“What are you doing up? My alarm didn’t go off.”
“I disabled it, so it wouldn’t wake you.” He confessed, not breaking eye contact with the laptop. “It’s nothing big, I’ve been watching the cameras for a few minutes.”
“Then, come to bed, Bucky. You won’t be any help if you’re sleep deprived.” You said, staring him down. That wasn’t enough so you got out of bed and closed the laptop, making him focus his attention on you. “Come on.”
“For someone who wanted to do this mission alone, you sure are acting like you care about me.” You and Bucky slid into bed and laid there in silence. You laid on your side while Bucky laid on his back.
“I do care about you.”
And with that you were asleep. Bucky laid there trying to sleep, but he couldn’t. So he decided to take a shower. He quietly got out of the bed and got everything he needed for his shower. He stayed in the shower for a long time, meanwhile you were wide awake because he got up again. Once you heard the water turn off you tried to fake that you were asleep, but your eyes immediately met his eyes once he came out of the bathroom.
Bucky had decided not to put on a shirt, hence he thought you were asleep still. He walked over to his bag and swiftly put on a shirt before speaking.
“I didn’t know you were awake.” Bucky said, as he continued to dry his hair with a towel.
“I could say the same to you.” You replied, sitting up, rubbing your eyes.
“Did I wake you? Are you having trouble sleeping?”
Honestly you didn't want to answer his question. You were having trouble sleeping, the shift in the bed whenever he got up was making it hard for you to sleep. In your bed back at the compound you slept with a bunch of blankets and pillows, so this bed felt bare. The only solution to you sleeping well was Bucky. Since Bucky ran hot it was like you were sleeping at home in your bed.
His cool blue eyes watched you as you thought about what you were going to say. You’ve never been vulnerable with Bucky and you didn’t know if you wanted to start now.
“I can sleep on the floor if I’m the problem.”
“No, no, it’s not you.” You said, rubbing your face with your hand. “When you get out of bed.. It wakes me up.”
“(y/n), it’s fine I can sleep on the floor.”
“You don’t have to. I-.” Bucky was patient with you as you tried to explain what was going on. “Bucky, you're hot.” You blurted out before realizing you said that with no context. “That’s not what I meant, I meant that you run hot, and it reminds me of my bed at home. I’m sorry I know it’s pathetic.”
“I wouldn’t say pathetic, it’s cute.” You laid back in bed and pulled the covers up to your shoulder. Bucky slid back on his side and smiled at you. “I have a suggestion, but you can definitely say no.” You faced him, letting him know you were listening.
“We-we could cuddle, if that would help you sleep.”
You took a minute, realizing that Bucky was indeed still shirtless. You were still leaning towards cuddling with him. “Okay.” You replied, before scooting closer to him. Your head was on his chest and his arm was wrapped around your waist. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” you threatened, making Bucky grin like an idiot.
“Don’t worry doll, I won’t tell a soul.”
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In the Meantime | Bucky Barnes x reader
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Summary: when Bucky took Steve out of the water he left behind everything that kept him captive the last 70 years. So he had another mission and that was restore the man he was one day. In the meantime he meets someone who helps him go through everything, his very own ride or die.
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Warnings ⚠️: mentions of trauma, murders, sad bucky, fluff at the end
Author's note: I'm very insecure with almost everything I do in my life so if you're enjoying the turn the story is having please let me know. If you have any suggestions let me know as well
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Four months have passed since we went to the museum. He was very quiet the first days, I had to start working so I had to leave him alone for most part of the day. He seemed to appreciate that time alone because when I returned home he helped me cook dinner, wash the dishes and even start conversations.
The first memory he told me, 4 weeks ago, was about Steve, Captain America himself, they were old friends for what he can remember. They were inseparable, he looked after him a lot because Steve was bullied and always ended up in fights.
-And then he had to wore newspaper on his shoes because he wasn't as tall as he is now, after the serum and all. He thought no one noticed but his mom and I often joked around him telling that some random guy walking by and laughing was mocking him for that- he said laughing, his smile was beautiful. He was really reliving that moment
-I can't believe it. He seems such a powerful soldier now, how things change- I answer while calming down for the outburst of laugh.
-Yeah... I guess some things can change after all- he said with one last smile and looking down at his glass of wine.
-So... what happened to you all this years? Any news on that subject?
-I got blurry memories, the things I recall I'm not ready to tell you yet- he said looking in the eyes with total honesty.
-I get that, it's okay, whenever you're ready. Maybe if you didn't tell me and talked with another person...- I said trying to sugest something and he interrupted me.
-There's no way I'm going to a therapist, I told you- he said, not mad, not screaming, just resigned
-But why?
-I don't even know what is legal and what no anymore. I can't talk about my past or the things that keep me up at night because I'm going to end up in jail or in a mental institution.
-James you have to talk to me then, I can help you. But if you keep drifting me apart I won't be able to understand and do something about your situation- I said grabbing his flesh hand and playing with his fingers while he watched my moves.
-It's just...- he seemed so embarrassed- Okay remember the other day while we were watching the magic box? The girl in there talked about The Winter Soldier?- he said looking to my eyes, he was having a hard time talking to me. We had passed the times where he couldn't talked to me and now we were back.
-What about it?- I said listening carefully
-Well I'm him, I'm the ghost story, the winter soldier- he said putting his hands in his face and rubbing his eyes.
I didn't know what to do with that information, I mean I support him because clearly he didn't want to do all the things the TV said he did, he didn't behave like a serial killer, but in the other hand what could I do? A newbie journalist in a city far away from home, with none experience at all in this sort of things, super soldiers, avengers, villains kind of thing. But I was going to find a way, something will come up. For now he have to stay low profile. I was thinking on finding him a job or anything but now this changes everything. He can't leave the house because any minute now the FBI, CIA, Captain America or Iron Man is gonna show up in my door and take him. And neither of us wanted that.
-Please say something- he is scared of my reaction, I can tell that.
-I'm not mad or scared Buck, I just need to know, why you did all those things that lady said?- After the problems in D.C. all Hydra and the Avengers's files and secrets were out in the web for everyone to read. The media began to inquire and found a lot of stuff to harm everyone. But something was clear, that ghost story was real. Since that file went public every single wrongful murder in the last 70 years made sense. It made an impact on people, in the media I worked it's a news that must cover any section everyday.
-I... I'm sorry Y/N, I told you it was bad, I never meant to do all that things, but I'm starting to remember everything, and every victim, every moment, I recall their faces and their fear and that is what keeps me up at night, I'm sorry- he said again, looking at me and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to hold his tears back. His voice was shaky- If you want me to go I will, if you are here protecting me... if they got me... they will lock you up as an accomplice- he grab gently my face so I can look him in the eyes- I don't want anything bad happens to you.
-It's okay, I'm not letting you go anywhere Buck, I just want to know what is happening. What happened with all of that murders? What make you do it?- I said trying to understand, grabbing his hands and intertwining our fingers.
-In the war they captured me, they tested in me some variation of the super soldier' serum the states used on Steve- he said looking at some spot in the wall. Our hands still together
-Who are they?- he turned his gaze to me.
-HYDRA, the scientific division of Hitler, they were the ones trying to create the perfect soldier and the superior race humans. They used enemies soldier to test in them. Anyway when I fell off the train in 44 they captured me, they brainwashed me and put me in cryogenesis to sleep until I was useful again. They said I was shaping the century, whatever that means. I don't recall having a life other than those damn words and the moment I kill the target- that last words were the ones that break him, it was something so big what was he telling me. Of course, hearing his story for the point of view of what they say on the news he was a deadliest mercenary but in reality he is the victim here not the victimizer.
-What words bae?- I said unconsciously, cleaning one of the tears on his cheek.
-They programmed me to kill, so each time I wake up from being frozen I tried to run, leave the place, found Steve, Mr. Stark, my family, someone who can help me. But all those years of lobotomies paid the price and after some time instead of fried my brain they said a bunch of words that had the same effect, the effect to put me in the winter soldier mood, ready to comply every task they gave me- I look in his eyes, after all he said tonight I think he is relieved, obviously he is sad, and we're not even close to his sanity but this was a hell of a step, he did so much by remember all this things and telling me. Now we can work together and focus on restore the man he was before Hydra, the brainwash, the war, everything.
-Okay now, is there anything else you want to talk with me?- I asked, waiting for him to feel comfortable again to talk like he just did.
-Maybe in another time- he looked tired- I just wanna go to sleep and thank the gods they sent me you- he said and my heart shudder. I wasn't going to lie, the last month was something, he was a very kind man, caring and tender. There were days when he didn't want to came out of his room, and I understood that. But the other days where just wonderful. I was developing some kind of feelings towards him but come on, he was a 100 year old men who was really trying to understand the 21st century and help me with everything that surpasses me. It was impossible not to fall.
And that was the night I knew his story, who he was the last 70 years. In the museum we found a little thread that we kept pulling from until found out all he has told me. I suspect that there is more. But the last time was a lot of information. He and I were overwhelmed so it was fine not to talk about that for a while, he will when he is ready. Besides I wanted to give him a rest.
I had an idea, something that might help him. There was a veteran support group near my home, he could even walk there. I have to convince him tho that was the difficult part. He was so terrified of anyone recognizing him that he nearly left the house.
-What do you wanna eat tonight Bubby?- he said my nickname, since I told him that was how my father call me when I was little he didn't call me other way and I found it adorable. He walk in the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine. We we're watching a movie in the living room, I was relaxing after a long day of work, it was finally friday. Lately those were my favorite days because the next 48 hours I could spent time with my favorite super soldier. Truth is the feelings towards him were growing stronger. It scared me a little but that was it. I couldn't deny the reality.
-I don't know, maybe we can order something?
-Okay, I pay- he said with a huge smile
-What?
-What you've heard, I got my money now- he said very proud of himself, sitting beside me again in the couch.
-How...?- I said in disbelief, as far as I'm concerned he didn't have a job, he didn't even leave the house when I was at work.
-Well... there is a mechanic shop a few blocks from here, I was walking one day and he needed help with one car and we kind of made friends, we don't talk much tho, just fix cars together and he pays me for that- he walked me through his job, he was saving his money to take me out for dinner but he wasn't so sure to step into the public yet. But he was delighted with the idea of deliveries. Back in the day that wasn't so common.
-I'm impressed, you are a big kid now- I said giving smiling and giving him a kiss on his cheek- I'm so proud of you. You are the strongest men on earth.
-Thank you bubs, I was motivated because I want one of those things in my bedroom- he said pointing at the TV.
-Ohhh I like that idea, it's good to have something that motivates you- he looked at me and smile, he moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders- Can you order the food from your telephone?
-Yes, I'll call right now- I deal the number asked for the pizza and we waited for it while watching the movie together.
After the dinner we stayed in the kitchen a while, talking about how things have changed from the 20th century to the 21st, what he loved the most about the future and what he missed from the 40s.
-I know a place, you can go after your job. I think you would like it, or maybe just give it a try you know- I said looking at him while playing with my fingers, I was a little nervous.
-Where?
-There is a veteran support group 5 minutes from here. I think you can share life experiences with them, maybe you can find yourself comfortable there- I looked at him, waiting for his expressions. I didn't want him to think I didn't wanted to hear him or I wasn't interested in his stories- they might have more psychological tools that I have. I don't know, it was just a thought.
-I found extremely kind and loving you spending time on thinking how can I feel more comfortable or better- he smiled at me, I felt relieved- I'm going to give it a try- he stopped- when I'm ready
-YES! Thank you buck- I hug him and stayed there for a while, between his arms. It was the first time we were this close. At first he didn't react, but after a while he wrapped his arms around me and hide his face in my neck. He gave me a kiss in my cheek and immediately got away from me.
-I think I'm going to go to the bed now, I was a lovely night Y/N- he said as he used to every night.
-Have a good night Buck- I watched him walked away from the kitchen. I was so proud of him. But there were boundaries that got him tensed, we were gonna get there and break those. I knew it.
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