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mymoonagedaydream · 1 year
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Summary: You thought that dying of exposure was the worst thing that could happen to you out in the desert. You were wrong.
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x y/n
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: Language, some very PG 13 smut
Author’s Note: Yes this oneshot was partially inspired by Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood and yes, I'm British so I had to Google what a slugger was. Everyday's a school day folks. It was also partially inspired by that one photo from a movie I've never seen that I used in the banner okthanksbye.
There was nothing coming. Not a single other vehicle had passed since you broke down over two hours ago. The roof of your car was getting pretty unbearably hot now, even through the layers of clothes you were using as a makeshift picnic blanket you could feel it starting to burn your legs. You considered trying to sit inside for a while again, but you had to give up last time because it became like a fucking sauna, and at least up here you were clearly visible to anyone passing.
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This isn’t how you thought you were going to die. Granted, you’d never actually spent a great deal of time considering it before, but there wasn’t much else to occupy your mind while you slowly baked underneath the midday sun. You looked up and down the road once more, still only able to see a few feet clearly before the rising hot air started to blur and obscure the view. The brown, cracked landscape stretched on and on before bending over the horizon and disappearing out of sight.
You checked your phone once more but, unsurprisingly, service had not magically descended upon you. Glancing over your shoulder at the bonnet, propped open and somehow still smoking, you wondered whether it was a bad idea to be this close to an engine that could probably explode at any second. At least a quick death would be less painful than slowly being cooked alive.
Leaning your head back and squeezing your eyes closed, a new sound caught your attention. Something whirring in the distance. Your head snapped towards it, eyes straining at the horizon, heart jumping when it came into view. A pickup truck.
A sudden burst of energy hit and you scrambled onto your feet, balancing precariously and frantically waving your arms above your head. As it moved closer you started to smile to yourself, overjoyed thinking that you’d soon be somewhere with shade and cold water, somewhere with air conditioning.
Your face dropped, however, when you realised that it wasn’t slowing down. You waved your arms faster. Nothing. You started to jump up and down, shouting as loud as you could.
“Hey! Stop, I need help!”
Your voice cracked as it drew closer. Your arms dropped and you watched, helplessly, as it sped past, too fast for you to even make out the face of the driver. Jumping down to the ground and running into the middle of the road, you screamed after it.
“Fuck you, motherfucker! ”
Bursting with anger, you pathetically kicked a rock, barely managing to muster the energy to move it more than a few feet. That was it, your one chance at rescue, gone. You squatted down, needing to rest but knowing the asphalt would be hot enough to fry an egg. You could feel the sunburn starting to prickle on your arms.
There was nothing else for it now, you’d have to walk. Either you’d come across civilization eventually or you’d just die, both were better options than being found out here as a sun-bleached skeleton in three weeks' time. You grabbed your backpack and all of your remaining water from the car, setting off in the direction you’d been heading before the breakdown. You knew there was nothing for miles in the direction you’d come from, so this was your best bet.
You’d been walking for over an hour when the vague shape of a building appeared on the horizon. You were half-convinced it was a mirage but, once you picked up your pace, the blurred outline started becoming clearer. The rusty old roadside sign eventually came into view and you saw that it was a baseball themed diner called The Slugger’s Dugout . You looked around, there wasn’t a blade of grass in sight. Strange place to play baseball.
You practically ran the final stretch towards it, the taste of dry baked earth caking your throat and tongue as you kicked up clouds of dust. You stopped dead, however, when you reached the edge of the parking lot and noticed that there was just one car sitting outside. The fucking pickup truck. This would be interesting.
You burst through the door and threw yourself at the counter, making the elderly server jump out of her skin and almost drop a pot of steaming coffee.
“Are you alright, dear?”
“I broke down,” your throat was so dry that your words were coming out horse and sticky, “do you have a phone? And water?”
She kicked into gear a lot faster than you’d expected after hearing that. She filled a tall glass with tap water and placed it in front of you, patiently waiting for you to gulp it down before reaching three quarters out of the tip jar and pointing out the payphone on the far wall.
“There’s a card over there for a towing company, they should be able to help you out.”
You thanked her profusely, returning the glass and sliding the change into your palm.
You only then realised that, in all the excitement around finally quenching your thirst, you’d briefly forgotten that the person you now hated most in the world was somewhere inside this building. Was it the elderly server who’d abandoned you on the side of the road? Well, the door said they opened at 8am and she was the only employee here, so either she’d been very late for her shift or there was someone else skulking around.
You gave her a suspicious side-eye while you wandered towards the phone but you instantly felt bad about it. The coins clinked as you dropped them into the slot, the dial tone sounding through the receiver. You pressed in the number from the faded business card taped up on the wall. A lady with a thick accent answered the call and, as you were explaining your situation to her, you spotted someone walk out of the bathroom and take a seat in one of the booths.
He looked like a fucking pickup truck driver. Flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, old blue jeans, dirty brown hair slicked back. You could feel anger rising in your stomach as you watched him begin to eat. You were so distracted giving him daggers that you almost missed the lady on the other end of the phone telling you that they wouldn’t be with you until 7pm.
That was the final straw.
You slammed down the receiver, making the poor server jump once again, and marched over to his table, bracing yourself against the seat opposite him.
“Thanks for the help back there, asshole.”
He looked up from his plate and eyed you calmly, staying silent. That just riled you up even more.
“Seriously? I could’ve fucking died out there, you couldn’t have stopped for just a few minutes? What, were you in a rush to get to the bacon pancakes before they sold out? Were you late for the ignorant cunt convention?”
“No.” There was a clatter as he dropped his fork on the table.
“There was another incredibly good reason then, was there?”
“Yeah, actually, cause the last time I picked up a hitchhiker she started smoking crack in the passenger seat then robbed me.”
“I'm not a fucking hitchhiker. My car broke down, did you not see the tower of smoke?”
“No.”
He was lying, the piece of shit was definitely lying.
“Fuck you.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you got yourself into a situation you weren’t prepared for, sweetheart. Play with fire, get burned.”
You sucked your teeth in frustration and began to storm out, but got distracted by something just beside the door. It was a little area designed for kids to take pictures in, with a backdrop of a baseball field and a wooden bat propped up against the wall. The sign above it read:
Take a swing and make a memory at The Slugger’s Dugout!
Well, if they insisted.
You casually picked up the bat and pushed the door open, waltzing over to the lovely shiny pickup truck glinting under the sun.
Batter up.
With one swift movement, you connected the end of the weapon with one of the tail lights, shattering the glass and watching it splinter onto the floor. It was gloriously fucking satisfying. You heard the sound of the door swinging open behind you almost immediately.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
You twisted around, pointed the baseball bat at him with a smile and winked. “Play with fire, get burned asshole.”
He started yelling wildly but you tuned out, dragging the bat across the floor as you walked away, preparing yourself for the hour-long trek back to the car.
At least you’d be in a better mood for this one.
---
You could only have been walking for ten minutes when you heard a sputtering engine approaching from behind. You didn’t turn to look, you knew exactly who it would be. Your hand tightened around the weapon you were still holding.
The truck pulled up beside you and the passenger window slid down, but you didn’t break stride, walking straight past it without so much as a sideways glance. Out the corner of your eye you saw it begin to slowly roll forwards, eventually matching your pace and cruising beside you
“Hey, Babe Ruth.” You ignored him. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I should’a helped. Can I give you a ride?”
Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You stopped abruptly and turned towards the window, prompting him to slam on the brakes.
“You really shouldn't be driving with a tail light out, y’know. It’s dangerous.”
“You shouldn't be messing with strange men out in the desert.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No,” a hint of a smirk crept over his mouth, “but there's bigger assholes than me out here.”
“Doubt it.”
You considered for a second. On the one hand, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of accepting his help but, on the other, it’d be pretty fucking stupid to decline when there was still a slim chance you could die out here. The sun was searing hot now, sweat rolling down your forehead and aches starting in all your joints.
With the bat still gripped firmly in your hand, you reluctantly swung the door open and climbed in. The blasting air-con was annoyingly refreshing. A candy wrapper crunched under your foot as you got comfortable, the faint smell of stale cigarettes mixed with cheap aftershave seeping out of the seat beside you. He offered you a bottle of water, which you eagerly accepted, finishing off half of it without taking a breath.
As the truck rolled away, he turned towards you.
“I’m Bucky, by the way.” You nodded. “So where you headed?”
“Let's not small talk.”
“Suit yourself.”
He reached over to the centre console and switched on the radio, turning the volume up offensively loud when he heard whatever generic, god-awful country song was playing. You lost it when he started tapping along on the steering wheel.
“This is worse.”
“You just keep gettin’ burned today, don’t you?”
You rolled your eyes. You had to sit through three whole banjo-plucking, pickup-trucking, cousin-fucking slow jams before you saw your poor little car approaching in the distance. It had stopped smoking, at least, but you had no idea if that was a good sign.
Your driver pulled off the road and parked up directly in front of the wreckage, giving it a dubious frown.
“How long did they say for a tow truck?”
“Six hours.”
He burst out laughing and opened his door, climbing out of the car. You sat for a few seconds and watched him approaching the open bonnet, very confused, before following suit and exiting the truck.
“Can I help you?”
“No,” he flashed you a smile, “but I can help you.”
After properly securing the hood, he leaned over the front of the car and started tinkering with god knows what, tutting occasionally. You loitered behind him and watched suspiciously. It looked like he knew what he was doing but you didn’t trust him at all.
"You wanna back off a little? I can feel you breathing down my neck."
“What are you doing?”
“Look, I can stand here and try to explain it or I can try to fix it, your choice.”
"Fine," you slinked backwards, "but if this is some kind of eye for an eye, car for a car revenge plan you've hatched, I will fucking come for you."
"That a promise?"
His unexpectedly flirty tone caught you off guard for a second. You tried to think of a witty retort, but all attempts just seemed to die on your tongue. That had never happened before.
It only occurred to you then that, in your new position standing a few feet behind him, you'd gained a pretty impressive view. You tilted your head slightly. Those blue jeans were really working overtime.
"Everything alright back there?"
You snapped out of your daze. "Yeah, what, why?"
"You haven't insulted me in over a minute, thought you might've fainted or somethin'." He stood up and turned towards you with a smile, wiping his hands down the front of his shirt. "You wanna make yourself useful and try to start her up?"
With a brief scowl in his direction, you climbed into the driver's seat and tried the ignition. A slightly smug smile settled on your face when it sputtered for a few seconds and died.
"Try again."
"Might be time to admit defeat my guy." You turned the key once more, it worked. "Holy shit."
"Not bad, huh?"
You were actually incredibly impressed, but there was no way in hell he was going to find that out.
"That depends, will it last?"
He strolled over and leaned over the open driver's side door, shrugging. "Would help if I knew how far you were going."
"About two hundred more miles."
He laughed. "Not a chance."
"Brilliant."
You didn't care. As long as he'd done enough to get you off this godforsaken stretch of road, that was enough. You jumped out and retrieved your backpack and weapon from his truck, pleased that you’d taken a gamble and accepted his help, but even more pleased that you could now drive away and never have to see him again.
Why did god have to give such great asses to such awful people? What a waste.
"Here," he stopped you before you got back into your car and pulled out his wallet, grabbing a slip of paper and holding it towards you, "stop at this workshop. They'll help you out."
"I don’t have any money."
"Well, maybe just tell 'em that after they’ve fixed it up."
"Alright."
You plucked it from his fingers, climbed in behind the steering wheel and slammed the door, so ready for this shit chapter to be behind you. Asshole only moved out of the way after you revved at him a few times, holding his arms out in annoyance and shouting.
"You're welcome!"
You ignored him and drove off. He'd helped you out but, after the shit he'd pulled earlier, you figured this just made you even. No need for thanks.
---
You pulled into The Slugger's Dugout on your way past, intending to apologise, return the bat and pick up the broken glass you'd left scattered in the parking lot. When you got out of the car, however, you couldn't seem to find a single piece of it. He must’ve beat you to it. That explains why it took him ten fucking minutes to come pick you up.
A car horn blared from the road and you looked up to see the hick truck whiz past, probably too fast to clock the middle finger you stuck up at it.
You pulled the stolen baseball bat out of your car and timidly wandered inside, unsurprised at the hostile look that the poor old dear behind the counter greeted you with.
"Just… returning this."
You placed it back where you found it and gave her an awkward smile. Before you could escape, however, she leaned over the counter looking like she was ready to unleash a verbal thrashing.
"Now you look here, miss. I understand that you were upset, I would be too, but he is a good man and he didn't deserve that."
You winced slightly, trying not to come across too argumentative. "A good man who left me on the side of the road to die?"
"I'm sure he had his reasons."
You nodded, too intimidated by her strict demeanour to argue back anymore. Why was she so much scarier than the broad-chested tower of a man you just spent the last hour laying into?
"Do you know him?"
"Not very well, but he used to come in here every single Sunday with his father. Every week I watched him help that old man out of the car and to a table, watched them talk and laugh together for hours. I don't think I've ever seen someone of his age look so happy," her expression changed, "but I haven't seen the two of them for months now. That was the first time he's ever been here alone, I didn’t like to ask what happened."
You nodded again, figuring both of you could guess exactly what happened. If she was trying to make you feel like a guilty piece of shit then she was doing a cracking job.
Personal tragedy aside, however, he still acted like an ass.
After thanking her again for her help earlier, you headed out. There wasn't much more you needed to know about a guy you were probably never going to see again.  
---
The garage you’d been recommended was just over an hour away, there was weak service outside the diner so you managed to scope it out on maps. To your great relief, as you drove, the stretching desert started to gradually give way to actual civilization, a small, dilapidated town springing up around you. It seemed like the kind of place where people were born, lived and died without ever leaving. You dreaded how they’d react to a broke stranger turning up and begging for free help.
Eventually reaching your destination, you pulled up into the forecourt, cringing at the sound your engine made as it powered down. There was no way in hell that any self-respecting mechanic would come near this thing without a hefty down payment. Still, all you could do was try.
You left the rustbucket and wandered through the open shutter, looking around for any signs of life, preferably someone in coveralls who looked easily manipulated. There was only one person inside. You couldn’t believe it.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
He spun round, a clang sounding when he dropped whatever complicated tool he was holding onto a nearby table. “Hey, firecracker. I thought you’d ignored some great advice there for a second.”
“And I thought I’d finally got rid of you,” you scanned your eyes around desperately for anyone else who looked vaguely useful, “but hey, at least one of us is happy.”
“It’s just me here, darlin’. The other guys are on lunch.”
“Fantastic.”
He met your unimpressed scowl with a wink as he strolled past. “The shitbox out front?”
“Mhmm.”
You weren’t too sure what was happening here. He already knew you couldn’t pay, and he knew how much work that fucking thing needed, so what was his plan? There was very little you could do to repay any kind of debt to him, and even less that you were actually willing to do. You wondered how easy it would be to just do a runner with the car once it was back in working order.
He opened up the bonnet again but barely even glanced over it before turning back towards you.
“It’s gonna be a few hours at least. There’s a bar just around the corner,” he pointed down the street, “if you wait there I’ll come find you when it’s done.”
“Look, when I said I had no money, I wasn’t exaggerating. Apart from a little gas money I think I’ve got about fifteen dollars to my name right now. A beer would cost me over a third of my net worth.”
You were half-expecting him to slam the hood down and tell you to get lost after that, but he didn’t. He just chuckled and shook his head.
“Start a tab, give ‘em my name. They know I’m good for it.”
“That’s a risky offer.”
“Nah,” he pulled a dirty rag from his back pocket and used it to wipe down his hands, “surely the crazy broad who called me a cunt and busted my tail light can’t also have a drinking problem, right?”
You shrugged.
---
The door to the bar was unexpectedly heavy, almost tugging your shoulder out of its socket when you tried to yank it open. You felt a little embarrassed when you noticed a couple heads turning in the direction of the pathetic stranger wrestling with the slab of wood. Once inside, you apprehensively looked around, forcing down a dry gulp. This place was seedy as hell, maybe Bucky really did want you dead.
His idea worked, though, and you managed to set up a tab without any qualms. He must send ladies in here with that line all the time.
You decided to settle yourself on a stool at the end of the bar, reasoning that it might be marginally safer to stick as close as you could to the only staff member in the building. The hours passed slowly. It was almost five thirty when Bucky eventually trudged through the door and planted himself on the stool beside you.
He pointed to your glass. “What’re you drinking?”
“Just soda water, got a long drive tonight.”
“No you don't,” he hailed the bartender, “two double scotches, no ice.”
“What?”
“That thing ain’t gonna be ready ‘till at least tomorrow, midday.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“Nope. Your suspension is more rust than metal.”
“Where the fuck am I supposed to sleep, then?”
He shrugged, picking up one of the glasses that the bartender had deposited in front of you and taking a quick nip. You leaned forward and let your head collapse onto the bar as a wave of hopelessness passed over you.
“Bucky, I am so exhausted. I’ve slept in my car for over a week and I haven’t had a proper shower in twice that.” Your words started to crack as tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t think I can handle this.”
“Woah, hey, don’t cry. It’ll be alright.”
“How? In what fucking world is it going to be alright?”
“Look, you can stay at my place tonight.”
You lifted your head to shoot daggers at him, in disbelief at how he was trying to engineer this situation. “You can’t be serious.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Cause then we’d be even, right? Surely a smashed tail light, a fixed-up car and a place to stay balances out leaving you to die in the desert?” You raised an eyebrow in faint agreement. “Plus I can’t handle it when women cry, if this’ll make you stop then it’s worth it.”
You smiled at him, which was a new experience. Grabbing your glass of golden liquid from the bar, you drank it all down in one, immediately regretting your decision when it kicked you in the back of the throat like a pissed off mule. Bucky laughed at you before standing up gesturing for you to follow him out.
The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before he hesitantly piped up.
“So, you gonna tell me why the hell you’re driving through the desert on your own, or am I still in the doghouse?”
“You’re still in the doghouse.” A prompting look in your direction somehow swayed you a little, you were getting too soft. “It’s really not exciting, I just got kicked out of my apartment. I used to have some family out here but we lost touch, now tracking them down is my only shot at avoiding living in my car full-time.”
“I wondered why there was so much crap piled in the back of that thing.”
“Mhmm, everything I own in the world is in that car. Had to sell most of my stuff for gas money, though.”
“That sucks.”
“Yep.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, for some reason now experiencing some pangs of curiosity about your host. “How about you?”
“Me? What d’you mean?”
“Well, the lady at that diner said she used to see you with your dad a lot, but that you hadn’t been in for a while.”
“You two were talking about me?”
“She was talking at me, trying to convince me that I was the asshole.”
“I always liked her.” He smirked slightly, but it faded as he carried on. “My dad died a few months back. It was pretty hard, he was a good guy, helped me out a lot. More than I deserved, anyway."
“Go on.”
“Well, I was kind of an idiot a few years back. I let some shitty friends talk me into some stupid ideas and wound up inside for a few months.”
“Shit.”
“It was, I pretty much lost everything. When I got out I was pretty depressed, so all I wanted to do was get high and sleep, but he didn’t let me. He got me the job at the garage and gave me enough money for a couple month’s rent, to be honest I’d probably be dead now without him.”
“He sounds great.” The two of you exchanged warm glances for a second, but you didn’t want to give him any untoward ideas about the evening, so you continued. “It’s nice when people don’t leave others to die.”
“You have to let that go at some point.”
“I really don’t.”
When the two of you reached his apartment, you jumped straight into the shower, triple checking that the ensuite door was firmly locked before doing so. The place wasn’t nearly as dirty or bachelor pad-esque as you’d expected. Yeah, it was half-empty and hardly decorated, but that was to be expected of any man living on his own. At least it didn’t smell like ass.
Bucky was already knocked out on the couch when you came out of the bathroom, his neck folded in half and his feet dangling over the edge. It was his own fault for only buying a two-seater.
You changed into the t-shirt and gym shorts he’d left out for you, just hoping to god they were clean, and jumped into bed. It was far from perfect but, compared to the backseat of your car, it could’ve been a five star hotel. You drifted off almost instantly.
---
You were woken by a few loud raps on the bedroom door. It took you a few seconds of panic to remember where the hell you were, your head falling back into the pillow once you did so.
“What?”
“Are you all covered and stuff?” The low voice came through the wood. “I really need to pee.”
You let out a groggy laugh. “Go ahead.”
Bucky burst into the room and sprinted over to the bathroom, holding onto his junk like a child about to pee their pants. You would’ve laughed even harder at that sight, but you found yourself a little distracted by the fact that he was also shirtless. You only got a brief glance but, fucking hell, he was build like a brick wall. Suddenly you were wide awake.
You could hear him pissing like a firehose through the bathroom door and sighing audibly when he was finished. He wandered back through after a minute and paused at the foot of the bed.
“How’d you sleep?”
You were trying your very best to stay composed under the circumstances. “Mhmm, good, thanks.”
“Were the clothes I left out okay?”
“Yeah, yep, all good.”
“You alright?”
“Fine. Why?”
“You’re acting weird. Did something happen?” He grabbed a fistful of the duvet and tried to yank it out of your grip. “Did you piss the bed?”
“No I didn’t piss the fucking bed, Jesus.”
“What’s up then?”
You sat up, looking from his face, down to his chest, then back up to his face with a confused expression. He quickly cottoned on to what you were getting at.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I made myself a coffee but spilled it down my shirt, and all my clothes are in here.”
He gestured over to the chest of drawers. You weren’t super convinced by that explanation, it sounded like he was making it up on the spot, but you nodded anyway.
“It’s fine.”
“It is?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good.”
His expression changed. Your heart started thudding, the look he was giving you making you start to break out in a sweat, your toes curling under the covers.
Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the duvet again but, this time, he tore it away and dropped it onto the floor with one swift movement. Moving slowly, cautiously, he climbed onto the bed on his knees, making his way forwards and carefully lowering himself down over you.
Well, you certainly hadn’t expected this. Just a few minutes later the two of you were tangled together so closely that you didn’t know where his body stopped and yours began. The skin on his face and hands felt rough as it grazed over yours, the sensation making you gasp each time you felt it, the deep chuckle that sounded right beside your ear in response making your stomach flutter wildly. As he panted, his warm breath spread over the side of your neck, sending an electric tingle all the way down your spine. This felt good, really fucking good. This might’ve been exactly what you needed.
What felt like hours later, he rolled over and landed with a thud on the mattress beside you, both of your chests rapidly rising and falling in unison. Lulling his head in your direction, he gave you a smile.
“Y’know,” he pushed his words out between deep breaths, “you could stay here for a while, if you wanted to. While you figure things out.”
“Was it that good?”
“Hell yeah it was.”
You laughed at his corny ass. “So, what you’re saying is that you’d be willing to give me a place to stay in exchange for sex? Sounds dangerously close to prostitution.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He rolled onto his side, resting his head on his hand so he could look you in the face. “You can stay with or without sex, I just like your company. No point sleeping in a crappy car when there’s a perfectly good bed right here.”
You gave him a smile. “I’ll think about it.”
---
After breakfast, Bucky gave you a ride to the garage in the pickup truck, now complete with a duct tape covered tail light. He said he could finish off the final touches on your car while you waited in the office, apparently the bar wasn’t open this early and there was nothing else to do in town apart from a shitty cafe and a gun range.
The two of you ducked under the half-open shutter and he headed into the back, telling you to wait by your car for a few minutes while he tidied up. The place was pretty small, just one other car being worked on aside from yours. You wondered how Bucky’s dad got him the job here, whether he had an in with the owner or whether he was just that easy a guy to trust. Running your fingers over the tools lined up on the workbench, you thought that maybe you could be happy with a life here, maybe it was exactly what you’d been looking for.
You almost jumped out of your skin when an older, grey-bearded man in coveralls suddenly appeared beside you. He gestured toward the rustbucket.
“This yours?” You nodded politely. “Here.”
He was trying to hand you the keys, eyes glued to the clipboard he was holding.
“Oh, Bucky said it still needed some work.”
He looked confused. “This one? Nah, this was ready to go yesterday. He said you were out of town or something.”
“He said what?”
Grey beard replied but you didn’t hear it, too busy piecing together the events of last night and becoming increasingly more pissed off as you did so. Bucky had lied to you for a quick lay, of course he fucking had. You felt like such an idiot. You snatched the keys and asked the now very puzzled looking man to open the shutter for you, climbing in and firing up the engine as he did so.
Bucky appeared at your window. “What are you doing?”
“Ask your friend over there.”
You gestured over to the other employee, who just shrugged while yanking on the shutter chain, and a wave of realisation washed over Bucky’s face.
“Let me explain.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
He banged his hand on the side of the car in frustration, quickly moving round to stand between it and its route to freedom.
You honked the horn. “Move, asshole.”
“Not until you hear me out.”
“Why should I? I don’t fucking know you, I don’t owe you shit.”
“Right.” Moving at a lightning pace, Bucky somehow managed to sprint around the side of the car, yank open your door and pull the keys from the ignition before you could even register what was happening. “Get out.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
With a frustrated sigh, he hurled the keys as hard as he could out onto the forecourt. “What’s your plan now, huh?”
You grunted loudly, narrowed your eyes at him and stepped out, marching straight past him and heading outside. He caught your arm before you reached the keys.
“Just stop for a second.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Tough shit. I’m going to talk and you’re going to fucking listen, alright?” His firm tone shocked you a little, it was enough to make you relent just for a second. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have lied. I just wanted to spend some more time with you.”
“Well you pulled that off, so congrats, but now that you’ve had what you were after I’d like to go.”
“It wasn’t like that, I wanted more than that.” He rubbed his forehead. “I want more than that.”
“I’ve heard it all before, Buck. You barely even know me, just let me leave and we can both move on.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Cause you’re the only fucking thing that hasn’t depressed or bored me since I lost my dad, alright? I know it sounds stupid, but watching you take out my tail light was the first time I’d actually felt alive in months,” he slid his grip on your arm down, taking your hand in his, “and, maybe I’m out of line here, but I think you feel the same.”
You thought back.
Jesus, he was right. That was the first time you’d actually been in a good mood since leaving your apartment. Surely it can’t be healthy to base any kind of relationship on the joy you get from destroying each other’s property and screaming at each other, though? Can it?
In all fairness, he was the only person you’d even met that actually kept you on your toes, and you quite liked that. Usually people just responded to your insults with offence or tears.
“I don’t know. I mean, I guess, but I’m just not sure that-”
Your train of thought derailed completely when his mouth crashed against yours, your words getting swallowed as all of the breath left your lungs at once. You were hesitant at first, but you soon relented, relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling against him, which he reciprocated.
He pulled away, looking incredibly pleased with himself. “So that’s how to shut you up.”
“Won’t work every time.”
“Worth a try, though.”
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May I ask for a Bucky x reader: When a mission goes sour, the guilt was thrown upon her like a ton of bricks! It had been readers first time in the field, but still a comrade had been hurt due a stupid mistake! She knew that they blamed her, that she was a failure, a matter of no worth or their concern. When the public scolding was done, reader was told to stay in her quarters. After packing all her stuff in her suitcase, and cleaning the room and locking the door, she simply ties the noose , that was gonna solve all the teams problem- her spot in the team would be replaced with someone better. At least that was a comfort- that everyone would be alright, after she was gone. Because no matter how they despised her now, she loved them all with every ounce of her being...
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Forgive Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
A/N: Thank you for the request! As a person who loves to write angst a lot, this was an interesting challenge for me! I changed a few things that were in the request, but they are fairly minor in terms of the overall plot. This is pretty intense, especially in the middle, but it does have a happy ending! Hope you all enjoy! :)
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Angst, Steve being a complete d*ck, dark themes (suicide)
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“You never learn, do you?”
A hand grasped my shoulder, and I spun around to find the honorable Steve Rogers seething in anger. His jaw was clenched as he glared down at me. “Why can’t you ever think about anyone other than yourself?”
“I wasn’t being selfish. I thought I had the shot!” I shoved his hand off of me in a matter of seconds but stood my ground. “It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know that there was another sniper above us.”
“No? I thought you were all about being the hero.” Steve snapped, taking another step closer to me in a way that almost felt threatening. Almost. But I did not dare even blink as the super-soldier invaded my personal space. “Isn’t that what all the papers have been saying?”
I tried my hardest not to wince at his words. Truthfully, I had no desire to interact with the press at all. It was just my misfortune for a stray reporter to find me as I was coming back from my morning jog and demand a statement from me. At the time, I found no harm in it. I simply told him that I enjoyed my job and that I loved being able to help people for a living.
They asked a question or two about working with the others, and of course, I tried to answer as honestly as I could. I loved all of them, and this had by far been the best job that I had ever had. At most, I jokingly commented about the hours being intense. But of course, that greasy-haired reporter decided to twist the truth, and the story spread like wildfire.
Now, I was the egocentric bitch who couldn’t work well with others. The disconnect from the others happened fast. First, it was Natasha who had stopped replying to my texts. Only days later, Wanda was giving me the cold shoulder and it was all downhill from there. It had been hard to gain their trust at all, and now it was all gone. Despite being on the team for quite a while now, they did not want to hear a single word I had to say.
Well, all of them but one.
And that was, of course, Bucky Barnes. The man who I had married in secret just under a year ago, and the only person in this whole tower to trust a word that came from my mouth. He believed me with no hesitation and tried his hardest to convince the others of the truth. But after those efforts failed, Bucky just tried his hardest to make sure we all could coexist, even if that meant only seeing each other when we needed to leave for a mission.
And god, did it hurt to live this way. It did not feel like living, just merely surviving. I could hardly focus on my work anymore, and after watching my husband's body drop with a bullet lodged in his shoulder only an hour previous, I did not know if I could handle it anymore. I certainly wouldn’t if they could not save his life.
I felt my jaw begin to clench as I glared up at Captain America with as much anger as I could muster. Fear was beginning to consume me, and I refused to let any of them see it. “I did not ask to be the hero, but I had to pull him away to safety. What did you want me to do?”
“What did I want you to do? I wanted you to have taken the bullet instead!”
It felt as if Steve had backhanded me across the face. Honestly, I would have preferred that. It would’ve hurt less that his words did. My eyes tore away from him, and bounced around the room, watching the others just simply stare in silence. No interference, no sympathy, no emotion at all except for the same anger that Steve had.
It felt as if my heart had split in two. I loved all of them like they were my own family, and now… it was like I was just another stranger on the street at best, and a nuisance at worst. Either way… my life did not matter to them.
“Well…” My throat grew thick with the threat of tears, but I fixed my gaze on Steve, praying that they remain hidden. “I’m sorry that I can’t take his place, Steve. I’m sure it would’ve made things a lot easier for you.”
Steve remained silent, his expression still hard and cold. And as I glanced at the rest, I was greeted with nothing more than a scowl. Perhaps I had hoped that my tears would at least bring some sort of emotion to them, but they did not. And I did not expect them to.
I turned around and began to walk away, ignoring the piercing eyes that followed each step I took. After rounding the corner, I felt the first tears begin to fall. But I refused to let myself fall apart, not when Bucky’s life was still at risk. After a handful of minutes of walking, I approached the med bay, watching silently as the doctors began to bandage his shoulder. Removing the bullet took less time than I had anticipated, and I finally let myself release a breath of relief as I watched them lay him carefully on the bed.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” I pulled my eyes away from Bucky to see Dr. Helen Cho approach me, a small but confused smile on her lips. “I’m surprised to see you here. Any injuries you need to be attended to?”
“No.” I shook my head gently, glancing at Bucky again. “I’m here to check up on him. “
“He is going to be fine. The bullet was removed and he just needs a few days of bed rest at most. The serum certainly helps with the healing process.”
“Can I sit with him?”
“For the time being, I am only letting family in.” She gives me a sympathetic smile. “But I will let the rest of you come in after he wakes up. It shouldn’t be too long.”
I couldn’t imagine having to run into the others while visiting Bucky, not after our last conversation. It would be a disaster, and although I knew how important it was to him that we kept our marriage a secret for my safety, I had to see him.
“I’m his wife.” I finally admitted, almost laughing at the surprise on Dr. Cho’s face. “We got married last year, and haven’t told anyone else yet.”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” She smiled and gestured for me to come in. “I wouldn’t expect him to wake for a while, though.”
“That’s okay. “ I walked across the room to where he lay, my heart aching at the sight of his bandaged right shoulder. “I just needed to see him.”
If she had said anything else to me, I did not hear. All my focus was on Bucky, my heart aching even more as I saw the bruises that were speckling his face, including a nasty black eye. I leaned down and gently kissed his forehead, feeling my lips tremble against his skin before pulling away.
I took a seat in a chair next to his bed, gently taking his right hand in mine as I simply watched him sleep. Despite the relief in knowing that he would recover, the ache in my chest remained as painful as it had only minutes previous. Perhaps Steve was right… it would’ve been easier if I had taken the bullet instead of him. It would’ve certainly been a much smaller funeral.
“Oh, baby…” I could barely manage to murmur, my tears finally beginning to fall free as I sat next to him. “You have no idea how badly I wish it would’ve been me. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could.”
The words felt so broken and bitter, but I knew them to be true. There was nothing that I wouldn’t give to have traded places with him at this moment, regardless of how Steve or the others felt about me. After all, Bucky had gone through, he deserved to live a full, happy life. And I would gladly sacrifice my own to make it happen.
And perhaps it would be for the better if I did. Bucky would still have Steve and the others. He would still be happy here. And that was all that I ever wanted for him.
“I had to tell Helen that we got married… that was the only way she would let me in.” I sighed softly, already imagining the look on his face when he found out. “It was a little funny how surprised she was. I suppose it makes sense. How did a girl like me wind up marrying a man as wonderful as you?”
I could already hear Steve’s voice echoing down the hall, and I closed my eyes, preparing for yet another confrontation with him.
“I have to go, Bucky. I love you so much.” I stood up and gently kissed his forehead once more before making my way towards the door leading out of the med bay. I turned once more, glancing blurry-eyed at my husband’s unconscious figure in bed before moving into the hallway. “I pray you will forgive me one day.”
The words felt heavy, and truthfully, so did my soul. It was my fault that he was here, and that guilt would follow me forever.
The moment I stepped out into the hallway, Steve Rogers had just begun to round the corner to approach the med bay. He paused, his eyebrows furrowed, almost questioning why I was there in the first place. But he just shook his head, bumping past my shoulder harshly before entering the room where I was only a minute earlier. I closed my eyes, praying that I would not start crying for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
“Glad to have you back, Buck.”
My eyes flashed open, and I turned to see that my husband had finally regained consciousness, smiling brightly despite having been shot in the shoulder only hours previous. I felt both Wanda and Natasha brush past me, not nearly as harsh as Steve had but still as dismissive. The giggles and good-natured laughs between all of them made my heart ache even more but reminded me that I was right.
He was surrounded by so much love, so many familiar faces. It seemed that all Bucky knew these days was laughter and happiness, and the thought of that made me smile. The pain from his past was finally beginning to disappear, and this new chapter in life was beginning.
Bucky would be okay.
Without looking back into the med bay, I began to walk toward the elevators, wanting nothing more than to escape this tension. It wasn’t until I reached my room and had turned on the water to my shower that I realized how tired I was. The person looking back at me through the mirror was indeed a shock.
Strands of Y/H/C hair wildly sticking all over the place, a solid bruise painting the skin of my jaw. It had been a rough day, and I looked like I certainly had an awful one. But it was my eyes that truly took me aback.
It wasn’t the red that rimmed them or the soreness of my eyes that caused me to freeze. It was the exhaustion and hopelessness that they held.
The women before me in the mirror appeared to be broken, shattered. And I certainly was.
Not even the warmth of the water or the scent of my favorite body wash comforted me. My tears had ceased, but the emptiness inside remained. I quietly pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before climbing into my bed. It felt oddly empty, considering that I shared a bed with Bucky most nights. But I eventually found some sort of comfort, laying quietly in bed wrapped in blankets while staring at the ceiling.
My last conversation with Steve played over and over again in my head, particularly his last words to me.
“What did I want you to do? I wanted you to have taken the bullet instead!”
I slowly rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, greeted with a much more presentable image of myself in the mirror. With shaky fingers, I opened the mirrored door, finding all of my familiar toiletries inside. I slowly pulled the bottle of painkillers from its place on the shelf and shut the door. I leaned against the opposite wall, and slowly sank to the floor, my eyes closing once more to prevent tears from falling.
Perhaps a bullet was more of what Steve had in mind, but death did not care which way we came to lose our life. And quite frankly, neither did I.
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Bucky’s POV
The first thing I remembered after starting to regain consciousness was the sound of my bride's voice. Her words were soft murmurs, almost as if my head was underwater. “Oh, baby… you have no idea how badly I wish it would’ve been me. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could.”
Y/N’s voice was broken, tears lingering behind her words that she desperately tried to hide. She carried guilt that did not belong to her and I wished so desperately I could get myself to wake up completely and hold her.
It was my fault we hadn’t noticed the sniper above us. The entire mission was chaos before this had happened, bullets flying and more HYDRA agents appearing by the second. Our target was only a couple dozen feet away and Y/N did not hesitate to step forward to shoot. The sniper had been fast, but I had been faster, able to push her out of the way and take the bullet directly to my flesh shoulder. I couldn’t remember much after that, just the sounds of my wife crying as she tried to drag me to safety and then the voices of the others that boarded the jet.
“I had to tell Helen that we got married… that was the only way she would let me in.” She sighed softly, but with a hint of a laugh emerging in her next sentence. “It was a little funny how surprised she was. I suppose it makes sense. How did a girl like me wind up marrying a man as wonderful as you?”
If I had been fully conscious, I would have rolled my eyes at her last statement. It was quite the opposite, as much as she tried to deny it. Before Y/N, I had never imagined this life. Falling in love, getting married, perhaps a few children a few years down the road. I didn’t think I deserved this happiness, but I was thankful to have it.
“I have to go, Bucky. I love you so much.” I felt her soft lips against my forehead, and I knew I was only seconds from fully regaining consciousness. “I pray that you will forgive me someday.”
Forgive her? There was nothing to forgive. Sure, this had been a terrible day, but I made that choice. She did not deserve to carry that pain with her. But with that, her voice disappeared and I heard new voices grow louder. I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the brightness of the white lights above me.
“Glad to have you back, Buck.” Steve Roger’s face came into my line of vision and I smiled at the sight of my closest friend.
“I guess I got lucky this time, eh?” I couldn’t help but joke about this now, knowing that I had survived what could have potentially been my last day on Earth.
“Lucky would’ve been you avoiding the shots, to begin with,” Steve replied, and I rolled my eyes. Before I could speak again, Natasha and Wanda came into the room, friendly smiles already lighting up their faces.
“I guess the Winter Soldier isn’t completely invincible, huh?” Natasha teased.
“I suppose not.” I laughed, looking at both of them brightly. “Thanks for coming to visit. Although I shouldn’t be here much longer today.”
“IF your shoulder is healing well, Barnes.” Dr. Cho’s voice chirped, stepping close to inspect the bandage. “You will be on bed rest for a few days, though.”
“I can live with that,” I responded, accepting my fate of time off. It couldn’t possibly be that bad.
I frowned, looking around and not seeing her face anywhere. “Where’s Y/N?”
The three of them looked surprised at my question, not expecting it.
“I’m not sure. She may have gone to her room.” Steve shrugged, seeming indifferent to this conversation.
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened.” Steve’s voice was defensive, and his brow furrowed. “Why are you so concerned about Y/L/N?”
“Why have you continuously treated her like she doesn’t belong here with us?” I snapped, feeling uneasy about what had happened between the four of them when I was unconscious. “She earned her place here as much as I have.”
“The way she has spoken to the press about us and her job has made it hard to be all warm and friendly with her, Bucky.”
“You would rather trust a nosy journalist over your friend?” I scoffed, unsurprised that Steve was holding this grudge still but worried that things have gotten worse. “That speaks more about you than her.”
“Y/N does not belong here, Buck. “ Steve shook his head slowly, essentially ignoring my words from only moments ago. “She certainly did not belong with us on that mission today. That was abundantly clear.“
I froze at his words, understanding the implications behind what he said. Steve blamed her, and by the looks that Natasha and Wanda were giving me, he was not the only one.
“Don’t.”
“Bucky, she was being arrogant. She-“
“This was not her fault, Steve.” I glared at him, ignoring the slight throb in my shoulder as I moved to sit up further. “She had the shot. We didn’t see the snipper in time, and I pushed her out of the way. This is on me.”
“Bucky…” Natasha sighed and parted her lips to speak, but the sharp look I gave her silenced her immediately.
“No, I don’t want to hear it. The way you have all treated her is absolutely disgusting. And most of that has been when I was around. So, tell me, Steven, why isn’t Y/N here right now?”
The room went quiet, the three of them glancing at each other uneasily.
“Bucky-“
“No more bullshit, Steve.” I snapped, nearly seething with anger as he continued to dance around my question. “Tell me what happened.”
Steve looked at me, his eyes beginning to water and his mouth beginning to open to speak. But the sound of FRIDAY chose the perfect timing to interrupt.
“Sergeant Barnes, your wife is showing signs of severe distress. She is currently located in her room on the third floor. “
“Your wife?” Steve’s voice was nothing less than shocked and even sounded a little disgusted. But I did not wait around to address him again.
It took only a matter of seconds to make it out into the hallway, despite numerous protests from Natasha and Dr. Cho, and took what felt like an eternity to make it to Y/N in our bedroom. Each step felt heavier than the last, my pulse racing as the last words she spoke to me rang in my mind.
"I pray that you’ll forgive me someday."
The door hit the wall with a loud smack, but I frankly could not give a damn about what potential damage it inflicted on the wall. “Y/N? Doll, where are you?”
Soft sobs echoed in the bathroom, and I immediately opened the door leading inside it. My heart dropped as I found Y/N collapsed on the floor, a bottle of pills loosely grasped in her hand. The lid had been popped off.
“Baby.” I sank to my knees in front of her, taking her face in my hands urgently. “I need you to tell me how many you took.”
Y/N’s bottom lip trembled, and she tried to look away. But I refused to let her, gently pulling her back to look at me. “Doll, how many-“
“I couldn’t do it.” Her voice was weak, tears still steadily falling down her face. “I-I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” A wave of relief rushed over me at her words, but the sight of my wife falling apart on the bathroom floor only made my heart ache more. “Can you give me the bottle?”
Her eyes flickered to her hand holding the bottle, fingers tightly clenching the plastic. But Y/N nodded slowly, lifting her hand to place it in my grasp. The moment it touched my hand, I placed it on the counter and gently moved to pull her into my arms.
Y/N’s body trembled as she cried into my chest, and it took everything in me not to do the same as I whispered repeatedly into her ear. “You’re going to be okay, baby. I promise.”
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After some time had passed, I quietly moved the two of us back into the bedroom, placing her onto the mattress before climbing in next to her. She lay quietly for a few moments with her head resting against my good shoulder before she lifted her head to look at me. The soft Y/E/C eyes that I had fallen in love with were red with tears, filled with a pain that nearly broke me in two. “I’m sorry, Bucky. “
“Sssh.” I gently pressed my lips against her forehead. “You don’t need to apologize.“
“I do,” Y/N mumbled, sniffling softly. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You getting shot, and then you find me here. It should have been me.”
“Baby, stop. It wasn’t your fault.” I shook my head at Y/N’s words, gently tipping her chin up to gaze down at her. “You can’t blame yourself for this. I made that choice. I will always put you before me.”
“It’s not just me who thinks I’m to blame.” Her voice was a broken whisper. “The others, Steve - “
“What did Steve say to you?” I interrupted, already feeling tense at the mention of his name.
“He told me that I was selfish…” Y/N finally admitted quietly, her eyes looking everywhere except at me. “He thought that I was trying to be the hero, dragging you back to the jet after what happened. And he thought… that it should’ve been me.”
The hurt in her voice did not even compare to the expression in her eyes. It was as if she believed them, accepting the terrible things they said without a second thought. And I had not been there to stop this from happening.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No, you are not.” She let out a small snort of amusement, giving me the same reassuring smile she had given me thousands of times before that only served to mask her pain. “That man is your best friend. How could you function in the 21st century without him?”
“This isn’t funny.” I scolded gently, my eyebrows furrowed as I gazed down at her. “You are my wife. I do not care if it's Natasha or even Steve who says these things. You do not deserve to be treated like this, especially because of things you never said.”
“Bucky, I have done everything I can to try to convince them that what was printed in that article wasn’t true.” Y/N’s smile faded as she took my left hand in hers, squeezing gently. “They will never believe me. And I realize now that this is how things will be. “
“No. It cannot be like this anymore, doll. “ I shook my head, my own tears finally bubbling to the surface at her words. “Look at what happened today… it nearly destroyed both of us. “
“What if Steve was right?” Her blunt response tore right through me. “I was hurt when he said that he thought it should’ve been me, but… at least things would have been easier. No one here would care if I came home or not. “
“Do you have any idea how devastated I would be if something happened to you?” I whispered brokenly. “My priority, always, is to keep you safe. I will take a hundred bullets to the chest if it means that you are safe, and you are alive. “
“Your happiness should be a priority, Bucky.” Y/N sniffled, sitting up and resting her back against the headboard. “They make you happy. Steve, especially. Who am I to stand in the way of that?”
Out of everything that she had said, this stung me the most. Of course, I was happy around everyone else in the tower. I had become good friends with most of them and was the closest with Steve. But nothing would ever compare to the happiness that Y/N had given me. I had never expected to find love, and I honestly thought I did not deserve to. But falling in love with her was so easy, and it brought me more joy than anything my life in the 40s ever had.
“You make me happy.” I sat up next to her and took her hand in mine again. “Always. I have loved you since the day we met, and I plan to spend the rest of this life with you. If they can’t accept that, we can spend it away from here.”
“Bucky…” Y/N sighed, the wheels in her mind clearly beginning to turn.
“I’m serious.” I gently place a kiss on the top of her hand and smiled at her. “I promise you, I won’t be giving anything up. You are my happiness, doll. Wherever you go, I go. “
She nodded slowly, her eyes beginning to pool with tears. But for the first time this evening, her eyes were filled with hope and happiness.
“I love you.”
I smiled and cupped her face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you too, doll.”
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A/N 2: I was conflicted on the ending. I wasn't sure if I wanted to have Bucky confront Steve, but this was already over 4k words lol. Anyway, if any of you are interested in a part 2, let me know. I think this works fine, but I think I kinda suck at writing endings. XD.
-M <3
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Bucky gets home from a mission and spots you in one of his more retro shirts and he can’t help himself, not that you mind one bit. *set in AU verse where IW+ Endgame don’t happen. Set in 2019*
hThe day had started early for you.
As you woke up your hands seeked out the other side of the bed only to find that side still cold. A sigh escaped you as you rolled over onto your back, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. It wasn’t even six in the morning. Not that waking up that early wasn’t unusual for you. Most of the time you were only able to sleep in when Bucky was by your side.
The two of you had been together for almost two years now, and you don’t know what you would do without him in your life. You knew the Avengers through Tony, as you worked with him at the company as an engineer. The two of you got on surprisingly well, and it wasn’t long before he introduced you to the rest of the team.
And that led you to meeting Bucky one night in 2017.
It was another one of Tony’s grand parties that you somehow got talked into again by Steve and Natasha. The redhead had been excited to help you find a dress, taking you into the city and spending a large portion of the day to help you find the perfect one. It was an off the shoulder black dress that hugged your waist and chest. Natasha had paid for it, not letting you see the total once. You stayed in the corner for most of the party, occasionally talking with others and getting a drink at the bar. Which is what you were doing when he walked in.
Tall and gorgeous and he looked like he would rather be anywhere else at that moment.
Like yourself.
Steve introduced you to him, and with a sort of firm look to his friend left you the two along.
And after that, your life changed. Days were spent with each other, getting to know each other and just hanging out in general. Weeks and months passed and it only took four months before you admitted to Natasha that you really liked him.
He asked you out six months after you first met and you did not even hesitate to say yes.
Now, you and Bucky were living in the tower, you were still working as an engineer and he was still going out on missions to fight evil. He had left two weeks ago with Steve and Nat, something about potentially having a source for where another HYDRA base was stationed at. He had left you with a kiss and a promise to be home as soon as they took care of it.
Another sigh escaped you as you pushed yourself up and out of bed, making it quickly before grabbing your phone and heading to the bathroom. You did your business and washed your face before going back into the bedroom. The sun was starting to rise as you looked out the window and you paused for a moment.
It was gorgeous and you most likely would never not get giddy over the fact that you lived in New York City. Pushing your hair out of your eyes and grabbing one of Bucky’s shirts from the closet, you went into the kitchen.
After having FRIDAY start one of your playlists you set on making yourself breakfast. Eggs were added to the pan and a pot of coffee finished brewing. The music woke you up more and the coffee did as you made it to your liking and started to drink it. By the time you were done eating, it was just almost seven and you soon started the dishes.
The music was loud enough that you didn't even hear the door open and shut.
Arms wrapped themselves around your waist and you let out a scream before you realized who it was.
"Could’ve sworn I remembered buying that one myself last month." He drawled as he leaned his head against your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Placing the last item in the drying rack you turned your attention to him. Your lips curled into a grin as you spun around so you were facing him, your own arms coming to rest around his neck.
Seeing no visible injuries on him you brushed your thumb against his cheek softly. "oh, this?" you gestured to the shirt. " I could have sworn it was mine, but now that you mention it. it is rather comfortable. I can give it back to you," you let out a laugh as his arms tighten even so slightly on you.
"I didn’t take you for someone cheering the vintage look," He spoke, fingers brushing your hips.  "Gotta be honest: you probably wear it better than me." Your head tilted to the side, as you pushed yourself a bit closer. Was it getting hot in here or was it just you?
"Let's face it, I wear a lot of things better than you." you said , seeing a smile somewhat appear on his face. You knew that the shirt on him would look amazing, highlighting all the features. Not to mention his arms and muscles. You had to know you looked like a little kid wearing their parents shirt, or  at least something close to that. "Vintage or not, maybe because it's yours." You spoke, "You might not be getting it back, haven't decided if I want to keep it or see you in it."
"Despite the beating around the bush to rile me up, it’d be wise to give it back y’know?" Your shoulders shrugged softly as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.He leaned in closer now.
"I needed a shirt, saw this one and just had to put it on." You said as you leaned back against the counter. "If I had known, well," you paused. " If I knew that you were going to get like this, I would have taken it the day you bought it."  This was something that you loved seeing, how domestic you got sometimes. "If you want it, by all means, feel free to take it from me.", a smirk on your face. " Not like I would stop you."
He turned his head, looking down at you as he said. "Are you daring me?”  his eyebrow arched up at you as his grip tightened once more. Heat flared between your legs and you felt yourself clench around nothing. A whine bubbled up between your lips but you wouldn’t give in so easily. One of his hands reached up and cupped one of your cheeks.
You let yourself briefly lean into his touch, you were touch starved after not seeing him for two whole weeks."What if I was," You asked, your voice coming out soft, a hint of some emotion that you couldn't place your finger on. "What if I was daring you, Buck." You wanted to see what he could do, what he would do, what he wanted to do to you. That was something you always noticed and to be honest, found attractive  about him, he would get what he wanted, come hell or high water.
All thoughts stopped as his fingers eased your arms out of the shirt, pushing it off your shoulders. His lips went for your neck, going to every inch of skin that was exposed to him. Your breathing stuttered slightly as you let out a pleased sound. The shirt moved farther down, exposing your breast to the room and you felt your nipples tighten against the cold air. And you knew that Bucky knew as you felt his lips curl into a smirk as his fingers wandered.
You let out a whine as his lips left their spot from your neck but stopped when you felt the warmth of his mouth wrapping around your right nipple. His mouth hollowed as he roughly sucked it further into his mouth and you let out a loud moan, your own hands coming to rest in his hair. As much as you wanted this to be about you, you wanted to show him how much you missed him. Of course that would wait as you felt him move from your other breast and knelt down on the floor in front of you, lust clear in his eyes.
You pressed yourself further against the counter as you let out another whine as his fingers trailed up your thigh, all but shoving them apart. “You missed me huh?” You asked and you got you answer when two fingers slid up your thigh and to where wetness was dripping from. Said fingers parted your folds and as they went into your pussy, his metal hand moved itself to your clit rubbing just the way you liked it.
No words were exchanged as his fingers quickly sped in and out of your cunt, pressing and hitting the spots that made you see stars. Your head hit the cabinet softly as you gripped the counter with your hands. Fingers sped up and you tighten around him, the coil in your stomach already starting to build and grow more as the wet sounds of him fingering you filled the kitchen. Fuck you missed him. His eyes made contact with yours and you leaned forward and threaded your fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, Bucky, please.” You begged him.
He sped up more, his fingers leaving your clit and being replaced by his lips. You were breathing all but stopped as his mouth sucked the nub into his mouth. Your thighs started to shake as your stomach tightened more and more. All it took was one more pass of his tongue over your clit and one more thrust of his fingers before you felt yourself cum.
For a second, you blacked out, blackness filling your vision and ears ringing. You came back to your senses to Buck pulling you into his arms, pressing his mouth to your forehead.
“You good now doll?” His voice soft as his fingers run through your hair. You nodded, taking a couple deep breaths to recollect yourself.
“All good, and now it’s my turn.” You grin at him, spinning the two of you around so he rested against the counter now, as you fell to your knees. His arousal was evident enough, straining against the pants that he wore. The smirk on his face grew as he undid the belt and shoved his pants down, his cock springing free. You didn’t even thing before taking his all the way down, thanking whatever god is out there that you didn’t have a gag reflex. He stretched your mouth to the brim and the taste of him was making you get even more wet. As you pulled back your hands came to jerk off whatever wasn’t in your mouth. He had that look in his eyes, and he tapped the back of your hand three times and you nodded.
He started out with a couple soft thrust, using your hair as a guide. His eyes never left yours as he thrust his hips further, watching you take all of him in your mouth. That started the pace of a couple seconds of rough, then letting your breath before starting again.
You didn’t complain once.
Just the feeling of being utterly and completely used was enough to satisfy you for a while. The eye contact, you couldn’t /wouldn’t/ look away. His gaze was too captivating, luring you into him. you tried to relax as best as you could, feeling you throat tighten ever so slightly as he forced you all the way down, her nose brushing against his lower stomach. God you loved this side of Bucky.
Tears spilled down your face as well as spit dripped down your chin. You could feel his thrust start to stutter slightly and he pulled you off and bent you over the table and shoved him into you in one swift thrust. You let out a moan, fingers clenching the table cloth as he pounded relentlessly into you. His hips slapped against your ass and all you could do was take it, moans and pleads slipping out from your mouth.
His fingers left bruises on your hips as grunts and whispers of words left him, and he pulled you up and against his hands heading to your tits, pinching your nipples with the right amount of pressure. You felt yourself dripping and knew you could only last a couple more minutes at the most before you came again.  
“You like fucking my tight cunt don’t you?” You whispered to him, glancing up at him, lust, want and need shining in you eyes.He let out a noise of his own.
“You feel so good around my cock doll, it’s like you were made for me.” His hand slipped to your throat and squeezed gently, only building the tightening in your stomach. It only took a couple more thrust before you clenched around him and came hard. Stars once again filled your vision and you could only let sharp gasps and whines slip from your parted lips. His hips thrust once, twice and then you could feel him cumming inside you, filling you to the brim. His breaths came out in pants against your neck before he pulled himself out of you, pulling you tightly into his arms.
Your own breathing was heavy as you leaned into his arms.
“How about a shower and then a nap? Then I’ll tell you all about the mission?”
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fanfictionera · 1 year
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Love You (BuckyBarnesxReader)
A/N: Here is the long awaiting part 2 to Missed You! There will be a part 3...much sooner than when this was posted....mainly because part 3 spoke to me much more than part 2 so I had to write that first before my brain would focus on part 2. 😅😆
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Bucky and Y/N have crossed the lines that they where fearful to take. Not with a plunge or with a leap but in slow steady strides they take in sync. Or do they? What happens when reactions from the outside question what's happening on the inside? 
Word Count: 2,687
Warnings: Where a helmet, please. Be safe. People in love. No smut but tune into part 3 😉
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Love You
Y/N slowly blinked awake before rolling over reaching for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. Just as the phone screen lit up, she was pulled back by Bucky's strong arms. He kissed the back of her neck, where it met her shoulder.
"I don't want to know what time it is," his voice was deeper in the morning, more gravely, right after he woke up. 
It was one of Y/N's favorite sounds. "What about Sam and Steve?"
"Who?" Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. "Never heard of em'" 
Y/N snuggled back further "Alright, if you say so." 
The room fell into a warm silence as they took in the last few minutes before their bubble would be popped. All too soon there were the soft tones of the alarm going off. 
"Oh I remember now." Bucky let out a laugh through his nose. "The two pains in my ass who make me go with them to the VA."
"Come on, you like going." Y/N smiled. 
Bucky shook his head against the pillow, "Not when there's an exceptionally gorgeous woman in my bed." He captured her lips with his before climbing out of bed.
Y/N could feel the heat dance across her cheeks as she watched him begin to pick out his clothes. 
Unabashedly, she watched him change, "Are you working out after?"
Bucky turned, pulling his shirt over his head and down his torso "Yeah I think so. We'll be at the VA till three-ish and then probably will go on a run or something." Y/N hummed in response as she shifted flat onto her stomach, wrapping her arms firmly around her pillow. "You still hanging with Nat today?"
"At some point." Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed to put his socks on as she spoke. "She got back late last night so I'm going to enjoy a lazy morning before I go bug her."
"Lucky." Bucky said before getting up to go into the bathroom.
A few moments later Bucky walked out and came up to the side of the bed, leaning over onto his hands, he hovered for a moment above Y/N.
He leaned down giving one last final kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you later and we'll figure out something to do."
"Sounds like a plan, have fun." Y/N watched Bucky leave, closing the door behind him. She rolled back over attempting to fall back asleep but only achieving a dreamy lethargic state.
Y/N finally began to wake up a short while later. She curled her arms up and out, her limbs pulling into a deep involuntary stretch. She grabbed her phone and opened her messages.
Y/N: 
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Jk come over whenever
Y/N: Solid. I'm gunna shower first
N: Door will be unlocked 😎
 Y/N pulled herself out of the bed and made her way to the door. With a click behind her she closed Bucky's door and trudged down the hall to her room. She quickly refreshed herself before pulling on comfy clothes. As she walked out the door, she grabbed her phone. 
Y/N opened Nat's door to find her propped up in bed, a controller in hand, her attention on the TV. "Hey, I just started a match." 
"Are you going to wear this or can I take it?" Another voice pulled Y/N's gaze. "Cuz it's really cute and I think I would wear it more." Yalena stood in front of a mirror, holding one of Natasha's shirts up to herself.
"Yalena!" Y/N said in shock.
She turned around, "Here and present."
Y/N all but launched herself at Yalena, wrapping her in a hug. "What are you doing here? How longs your stay!?"
"I had some work in New York, okay, okay, that's enough, you are suffocating me" Her voice strained slightly as she pushed Y/N back playfully, her phone notification rang out, "and only tonight." Yalena said as she pulled her phone out. "So spill, you and Barnes?"
Y/N looked at her with a slight squint to her eyes as she silently questioned Yalena. "It's going really well."
Nat held back a smirk as Yalena turned her full attention fully back to Y/N, deadpan. "Wow. I came all the way here--"
"From New York." Y/N interjected.
Yalena sighed, "Yes, I came all the way from the New York, and that's all I get? come on!"
Y/N fell back on the bed as Yalena sat down next to her sister. "I mean, yeah? What do you want to know?" 
"You've must of gone on dates? Done things together? Have you found out what his favorite movie is? Food? The sex must be fantastic--ouch!" Yalena was interrupted by Natasha's elbow in her side. "What!? He's a super soldier, tell me I'm wrong." Yalena directed her question back at Y/N as her phone went off again.
"Y/N you do not have to answer that and who's that Ms. Popular?" Nat tried to grab for her phone.
"Hey!" Yalena quickly moved it out of reach, "If you must know its Kate Bishop."
"Who's Kate Bishop?" Y/N asked as she sat up.
Yalena quickly stashed her phone away, "Oh no, this is not about me it's about you and Barnes."
"Look all I can tell you is he's amazing." Y/N began, "We just exist on the same frequency, we get each other and can read each other. It's a feeling I've never had with anyone else."
"Oh my god." Yalena smiled. "You guys haven't done it yet!"
"Yalena," Nat exclaimed.
"No, we haven't!" Y/N exclaimed, "Ya happy?"
Both Nat and Yalena stared at you for a second, "Wait, really?" Nat asked as her brows furrowed slightly.
"Yeah? Why?" Y/N replied as her gaze fell.
Yalena's phone dinged again, "You have more patience than me," Yalena spoke as she typed, "There's literally nothing stopping you from just climbing on that man and--ouch--HEY!" Yalena recoiled again as Nat tried to take her phone. "What? I'm giving her girl advice. You told me to make more friends and I did, I have Kate bishop and Y/N Y/L/N." Natasha glared at her, "I am just doing what you said, gosh." 
"What my sister is trying to say," Nat smiled, "Is, you look very happy and we love that for you."
"Give me this. What are you even playing?" Yalena asks as she takes the controller from Nat. "Car soccer?"
"This map, yes." Nat raised an eyebrow slightly as she spoke. 
The day continued on as they lounged around and relaxed. At some point their game was forgotten as they sunk back into the mattress, scrolling on their phones.
"We were talking about going out tonight, you should come with." Yalena said to Y/N.
Y/N thought for a moment, "Like how out?"
"We are going to the Wiggle Room." Nat answered back.
"Yeah, thank you but no.” Y/N laughed slightly, “I did not mentally prepare for that."
Yalena climbed over Y/N as she got out of the bed, “Whatever, you’re lame, moving on, seriously can I wear this shirt?” Y/N and Nat burst out laughing, “What? It's cute, I’m wearing it.”
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"Hey," Bucky's voice was soft as he placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek before making his way to his dresser.
Y/N didn't even hear him come in, She smiled back, "Hey."
Bucky was pulling clothes out of his drawer when he stopped what he was doing and turned around. "What's up?"
"Huh," Her smile widened and she let out a shaky laugh as she let her head fall slightly. Of course he could tell. "If I said nothing would you believe me." Bucky grabbed a shirt and paused waiting for her to look back up at him.
She glanced up, "Didn't think so."
"I'm going to clean up, then we can go get some food." He said as he headed towards the bathroom. "Or watch a movie."
Bucky knew by not pushing the subject she would come around quicker and by distracting her, would give her a moment to forget about whatever was swirling in her head. 
Y/N sat at the edge of the bed trying not to let her thoughts overwhelm her. Taking several deep breaths she focused on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling.
She heard the shower turn on before Bucky walked back into the room, throwing a dirty towel into the basket. He could see Y/N drowning. He walked over, letting his hands slide up her arms, pulling her out of her head. "Food or Movie?"
"Food, I think." Y/N responded just as her stomach growled slightly.
Bucky gripped her hands and pulled her up off the bed, "Food it is, why don't you go change and then meet me in the garage."
"Not the kitchen?" Y/N face scrunched in confusion. 
Bucky chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I'm taking you out to get food. If that's okay with you?"
A bubbly sensation of excitement grew in Y/N, "Yeah, um, I guess I'm okay with that." A smile grew on her face.
"Then go get changed and meet me in the garage." He guided her towards the door and she let him lead her. He opened the door and stood to the side. 
Just before Y/N made it through the doorway she spun quickly to face him, "Can we take your bike?" He could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. 
Y/N felt his hands come to either side of her face and pull her lips to his. She hung onto his forearms as he slowly pushed her back into the hallway, never breaking the kiss. "Yes, yes we can." 
Y/N smiled before making her way back to her room. Bucky closed the door before rubbing his hands down his face, "She will be the death of me." His lips pulled at the corners as he grabbed a new towel and walked into the bathroom to finally take a shower.
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The late afternoon sun was warm and hazy as Bucky navigated his bike down nine west. The road weaved around and through the rural tree filled area. Small pockets of civilization popped up, reminding them they were still very much in New York. 
Y/N loved feeling the wind tug at her strands of hair, the air on her face and the bike rumbling beneath her. As the world zoomed by her hands lazily clung to Bucky's sides. A feeling that would always make his stomach flutter. 
He remembered the first time Y/N had gone for a ride with him. He remembers how flustered she was and how she tried to hide it. Yet by the end of the ride she had relaxed and let her guard down. He had lost count how many times they would just go for a drive. 
Before long the Mid-Hudson bridge came into view. After they crossed the river, Bucky took a few side roads until a small restaurant came into view. The white box-shaped building had blue accents and a sign reading River Station Steak and Seafood, with a swordfish in the center. It sat right on the river and the bridge was in full view from the parking lot.
"You ready for some good food?" He asked after shutting his bike off.
Y/N pulled herself off the bike, "Always!" She leaned over to give him a kiss before he got up as well. 
River Station was a local restaurant that Bucky and Y/N visited quite often. It was about twenty minutes from the compound and allowed them to get away without going all the way into the big city. Bucky opened the door for Y/N and followed her in, his hand naturally finding its way to her lower back as they walked through the restaurant. Past the small groups of families and dates sitting in the dining area inside and the handful of people at the bar watching a game on the large flat screen tv's. 
They continued out onto the outdoor porch seating area. Large bulb string lights swayed across the space. Mesh metal tables accompanied by dual matching chairs scattered across the wood slatted deck. Their usual spot, with the perfect view of the bridge, was open and they sat down. 
"Hey guys," The server came up, "Starting with the usual drinks?"
"Kaitlyn!" Y/N exclaimed, "How's Po doing?" Kaitlyn's shoulders relaxed down as she sighed in relief. "He's doing great! He's back to his normal self."
"Oh good!" Y/N replied. 
Bucky could only watch the interaction completely enamored. He knew that Y/N had been wondering how Po was doing after his surgery. Kaitlyn had found the injured puppy wandering around the restaurant after her shift one day and took the little weenie dog in. What Y/N didn't know was after they had found out Kaitlyn had picked up some extra shifts to pay for the surgery, Bucky found out which vet clinic Po was at and paid for the surgery. 
"I'll be right back with those drinks!" Kaitlyn smiled before walking away. 
Y/N looked back across at Bucky, finding a lazy smile on his lips and soft sparkle on his eyes, "What?"
"Nothing." Bucky picked up his menu, "Can I not appreciate my girlfriend?"
Before long they were a few drinks in and food scattered the table like a feast. Y/N stared out over the river watching the reflection of the bridge and sky dance and travel across the water's surface. Completely entranced, she slowly took a sip of her drink. 
"Penny for your thoughts?" Bucky asked as he popped a piece of calamari in his mouth. 
Y/N eyes slowly came in contact with his, she took a deep breath. "Just Nat and Yelena." 
"Today?" Bucky clarified.
Y/N sat her drink down, "Yeah, I haven't seen Yalena since we started dating so of course she wanted to know everything." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "We were just talking, well, she was gently interrogating."
"Unfortunately she knows her own power." Bucky replied.
"Fortunately for me she doesn't work on me." Y/N shook her head slightly as she let out a sigh, "they had a reaction to something I said and I wasn't expecting it."
"About what?" Bucky pressed.
Y/N shrugged slightly, "They found out we haven’t had sex yet."
"Oh," Bucky's response was soft. "And it bothers you?
"Not at all." Y/N was looking at him, "It's just- they seemed shocked we haven't. Like genuinely shocked, I think they got in my head." Y/N shrugged her shoulders defeatedly before taking another sip of her drink.
She looked out over the water and Bucky could see her eyes glassing over. He reached over and took Y/N's hand in his, his thumb slowly ran the ridges of her knuckles. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm just enjoying this." Y/N smiled, "I don't know if where we are at is considered a stage but, --" Y/N tried to find her words.
Bucky's heart felt like it melted in his chest, "You're not done experiencing it." Bucky finished for her. He could feel her body tone shift, her body relax and her shoulders ease down.
Bucky squeezed her hand, "You know I didn't think I would ever get to experience this kind of love." He paused, "With you everything slows down, time doesn't exist. It's almost like I'm getting some of those years back through you."
A bubbly feeling rose through Y/N's chest as a smile grew on her face, "You could have just said you love me." 
"I love you." Without missing a beat he replied. 
Bucky's gaze was unwavering as he held hers. "Ready to head back?" 
"Back where?" A smile grew behind the glass she held in front of her lips. 
"Oh, just the Compound, where we live." Bucky chuckled slightly.
Y/N shook her head, "Never heard of it."
"Alright." God Bucky loved her. " Well, if we have nowhere to go, how do you feel about a sunset drive?" An instant wave of glee spread through Y/N as she shook her head. “Then let's get out of here.”
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buckybarnesfanfic · 1 year
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Getting Ready
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Baby running around with only a diapper laughing and Bucky chasing her
-Whats going on here ?
-Nothing doll i got it.
he says running and slipping on a toy falling down.
-Sure you do baby sure.
 You said laughing as you watch your babygirl run around in her nappy
Bucky sighs and gets up slowly putting his hands in his face in surrender.
-I cant make her put her clothes on  
You saw Ivy your 4 year old baby girl giggling and laughing while sprinting down the hallway clearly running away from the outfit in Buckys hand and Noah you 2 year old follownig her is fast as he could with his tiny little legs. Oh how muck you loved them, they were all your life along with Bucky ofcourse.
-Aw my poor baby come here. 
You say pulling him in for a hug and a sweet kiss
The kiss turns to a passion one in a matter of seconds but you stop him pulling away gently.
-Were gonna be late Buck
-I dont care, he said and pulled you again kissing you.
-Tonys gonna kick our asses if we dont go. You know that. You laugh a bit  
-Okayy.. He says pulling away kissing you one last time.
An idea pops to youu mind and its something Bucky cant say no.
-So i have an idea. If you put ivys and noahs clothes before im ready for the party we will leave early from the party and i will  
-Be you good girl tonight.
 you whispered that last part in his ear and kiss his ear in the end giving him that naughty smile you know he loves.
When Bucky hears that he eyes shines and cant contain the smile that crosses his face. He winks at you and sprints to find the kids.
-Ivy! Noah! We gotta get ready noww.
 he was searching and calling their names his voice so happy  
You laughed and smiled at his antics and started going to your room to get ready. You had plenty of time before Bucky has the kids ready just because earlier you had told them that daddy wanted to play hide and sike. Laughing at the thought you went to your room. You knew once Bucky find out you were doomed but you were also excited to see what he is going to do.
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callikc · 1 year
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Bucky Barnes X fem!reader - Newbie
A/n: Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed :)
This is from my imagines book on Wattpad under the name CalsRebellion
Summary: You get into some mischief at the Avengers tower and run into the new guy when making your great escape
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You tossed the can of spray paint into the trash with a happy smirk. As much as your new art work pleased you, it was better to get out before the owner of this thing came back. You'd be dangling over the side of the tower by your ankles otherwise.
Laughing like an idiot, you left the room with a skip in your step as you traversed the twists and turns of the tower's hallways. That's when you heard it.
"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)!" Someone screamed.
You snorted at the scream and turned your skip into a run, unfortunately barrelling into someone when you reached the entrance to the lounge. Thankfully though, he caught you in his arms and quickly stood you up before backing away.
You straightened your posture to see who had saved you from a bruised face and couldn't help smirking at the fine ass man standing there.
"Hello, gorgeous." You mused, raising both brows in surprise.
"Hi." The guy said in a quiet voice, almost like he was afraid to talk.
"(Y/n)." Someone else greeted. You peered around the corner to see Steve walking over with a smile. "I see you've met Bucky."
"Bucky?" You questioned, extending your hand. "I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you."
Bucky looked at your hand for a while before reaching out his own and shaking yours. "Hi, (Y/n)."
"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."
"Yeah."
"Bucky will be joining the team." Steve explained. "I'm just showing him around now."
You nodded along when another roar of your full name ricocheted around the tower. You bit your cheek to bite back a laugh and Steve and Bucky looked at you curiously.
"Is that Tony?" Steve questioned. "Why is he after you?"
You shrugged innocently. "I have no idea."
That was when Tony burst into the room with his suit hovering along behind him. His face was red and he looked like he was on the brink of having a seizure. The reason?
You know the spray paint you had tossed earlier? Yeah. You used it to turn the red and gold suit a glorious color of neon pink.
"(Y/n), get your ass here." Tony ordered.
You casually slipped behind Steve in case you needed to use him as a meat shield and tilted your head curiously. "Whatever for?"
"This." Tony motioned to his pink suit. "What is this?"
"Oh my god... It's just pure mindless vandalism." You faked a gasp which only infuriated the billionaire further.
"You're dead."
You poked your head between Steve and Bucky with a smile. "Nice seeing you, Steve. Nice meeting you, newbie. Unfortunately, I have to go, but good luck with the tour."
That's when you ran for your life and barged through the next door, Tony running after you and shouting a rather nasty mix of curses.
Bucky watched you run and he found himself smiling a little as he turned to look at Steve. "I like her already."
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marvelandstuff · 1 year
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Bucky: I DON’T like Sam
Also Bucky:
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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years
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Party - Bucky Barnes
Summary: You go to Tony’s Valentine’s Day Party, not expecting anything. However, after dancing with a complete stranger, Bucky pulls you away and says something you’ll never forget.
!Warnings!: Mentions of drunkenness.
Tags: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader.
Word Count: 787.
*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite, my work or claim it as your own*
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You pull your dress down as you walk from your room. "I cannot believe I'm doing this." you look back at Nat, who's smirking at you. "You'll be fine, you look hot, and the guys will be all over you, just have fun."
You roll your eyes as you continue to walk. Tonight you're going to a party, which would be fine if it wasn't Tony's Valentine's Day Special. The pressure to be with someone is on, and you hate it. What's wrong with being single, after all? No one's holding you down, stopping you from having fun. It's not like you even want to date, you don't have a crush or anythi-
"Barnes' going to be there."
You immediately stop, your face dropping. "What!?"
Great, just great. You're in a short red dress about to enter a party with the hottest guy you know being able to stare, to judge. Not that you were insecure, but with Bucky, it was different. When his eyes scanned you, you felt vulnerable, naked. You hated how he could so easily make you have butterflies. "I thought you didn't like anyone?" Nat looks you up and down. That's why she picked this dress.
You cross your arms and look to the side, "You're evil." you start walking again, ignoring the giggles from Nat behind you.
When you enter the party, your stomach erupts with more butterflies than you already had before. The music wasn't slow, but it was romantic. And because it's Tony's party, it wasn't exactly PG either. Your mind flashes to images of you and Bucky dancing to it, "Stop, get yourself together." You mumble under your breath.
Nat, who quickly caught up with you, leaned close to your ear, "You go dance, I'll get us drinks." You nod and head towards the many people dancing in the middle of the room. Partners of all kinds dancing with each other. You close your eyes as you enter the chaos, take a deep breath, and smile. Have fun. You remember Nat's words. You start to dance, swaying your body lightly at first.
You laugh, opening your eyes for a moment as the music surges through your limbs. You look through the many people in front of you and meet eyes with someone, Bucky. You don't stop dancing for the moment, but when a man walks in front of you and you break eye contact, you stop moving your body.
"Dance with me?" He looks at you. You reluctantly nod and take his hand that he has reached out. He takes you into a different spot in the room and spins you around, pushing your body against his. You can't help but think of Bucky's handsome face, the way his eyes met with yours, you wish this was him and you hate yourself for it. Nat must've got lost in conversation, cause there's no way it takes this long for drinks.
He turns you around so you're facing him, he breathes on you and you can tell that this man has had a little much to drink. "Kiss me, beautiful." He slurs. "uh-"
"She's taken." you look to see Bucky, he looks from the man to you and then down to your body and back up making your nerves spike. "Then why's she dancing with me-"
"Baby! There you are, I want to dance come on!" you play it off, desperately trying to escape the situation. You push yourself into Bucky's arms and he wraps them tightly around your waist. "Let's go Doll," He glares at the man before walking away with you. Your cheeks turn pink at Bucky's hand planted on your waist.
Once you are far enough away, you start dancing with Bucky, your thoughts were coming to life and you let the music course through your body again, you and Buck being in a corner, away from most people, makes this feel much more personal than it should.
As the music transitions into another song, you speak over it, "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done in that situation."
He smiles, getting closer "You thought I was just doing that to get you away from him?" He looks to your lips before meeting your eyes again. He brings his hand to your jaw and rubs his thumb along your bottom lip, "You're taken, Doll." He leans close to your ear, "Because, you're mine."
"Bucky-" Your body freezes and you feel the hot blood rush to your cheeks. His breath makes you shudder. He kisses your jaw, "Isn't that right, princess?"
You nod, feeling him smirk against your neck as you do so, "Yes, Bucky, I'm yours..." you say the words you always wanted to say.
A/N 
First post, hope you enjoyed!
I also have this posted on my Wattpad, along with all the other oneshots I post on this page! @ sorrowwrites_
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taylorgrace-writes · 2 years
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Coming Soon
Killer 💔☠️❤️‍🩹⚠️ +18 - When Bucky is the winter soldier he doesn’t seem to recognize you.
HYDRA 💔❤️🔥❤️‍🩹⚠️ +18 - Everyone knew of the winter soldier but no one knew of you
☀️Bucky’s Sunshines
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justtobehere00 · 4 months
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Bucky Barnes x Reade(Platonic)
Reader had trouble brainstorming what to get Bucky for Christmas, thinking hard about it- it dawns on her. What something he Always uses?
Reading his book, he notices someone walking toward him. It’s them. They’re approaching with a smile but they look a little nervous. “Hey,” they say simultaneously. Smiling wider looking away for a moment, she thinks about why she’s there in the first place. 
“Oh uh, so I got you these- for Christmas,” she says holding out a present. He looks at the gift then back at her,(also taking a mental note of the charismatic wrapping paper) curious. He accepts her gift with a warm “Thank you,”. 
Feeling that the material is soft through the paper, he gets more intrigued. Jokingly shaking the gift near his ear, another smile blooms from their lips. A throaty laugh escapes as his adam’s apple bobs up and down. Carefully releasing the gift from the wrapping paper, his eyes brighten at the pair of gloves in his hand. He beams at her, everyone else discreetly or openly paying attention to them. Warm smiles, warm drinks and warm hearts everywhere. 
He asks “Can I?” motioning a hug with his arms. Nodding and opening welcome arms, he stands up not minding the wrapping paper that falls off his lap. Embracing each other in a hug, eyes closed and satisfied hums escaping each other. They part and he graces her a soft warm “Thank you,” Responding with “Anytime,” and flashing an even bigger smile at him, he can’t help but to wrap her in another hug. Noticing his friends looking on, he parts and excitedly expresses, “I GOT GLOVES!!” raising both arms in the air. Waving his gloves in his hand, feeling the texture of them. 
“Those aren’t all of them, I made you a few pairs too. But it’s for when it’s cold and you want something that feels comfortable around both hands. So in each pair, there’s a glove that has a layer of leather on the inside and fuzz on the outside. And there are others that’s just leather. It took a while to learn and figure out- but I did it!” She explains proud and excited. His eyes grew big when he heard that she made them, but even bigger when he learned that she took the time to learn how to make something as simple as a gift for him?!
‘Oh gosh, how do I have friends as good as these? He wonders. “Thank you so much, this means a lot.” he explains. 
Natasha puts her weight on one leg and leans over to Rogers. “I can see them dating, then married.” Steve protests; “Shh, let them be young first.” he says with his finger over his lips. 
Fake crying, she says “They grow up so fast.” Steve joins in on the fake crying, laying his head on her shoulder. 
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mintiibear · 7 months
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amaourotic // b.b x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/347695478-amaourotic-b-b-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=mintiichubear&wp_originator=bjJLb6mX7i3x0%2Bi51nudPQXT%2F4rxbfhaJ3%2FJ7LkBpW090mBcAUDpuCHP17YQKidNUOFu%2FiBrMKcj%2Bdtt5P%2BuBBFYvzPTssXqwcOhJZC16d93OJfX5FdW0LCxQ41n%2FEbr What would you do if you were condemned against your will to spend every waking moment with the single person you hated the most? That's precisely what (Y/N) (L/N) had to do. After the rumors of a feared organization are finally debunked and proven true, Agent (L/N) and Bucky Barne's bizarre chemistry is put to the test when they are the chosen members of S.H.I.E.L.D. to save their country, if not, the world, forcing an unlikely relationship to bud from "such an inconvenience" as they put it... What could go wrong?
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mymoonagedaydream · 9 months
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Summary: Coming home from college for the summer, you expected your days to be spent reading in your bedroom and sitting through tense family dinners- but an old acquaintance had something else in mind for you.
Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n
Word Count: 30k
Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiment throughout, abusive parents, mild PG13 smut, creepy misogynst boomers, references to domestic violence, pretty sure that’s everything 
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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 
Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 
Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12
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A pt. 2 to forgive me would be great!!!
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Forgive Me, Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
A/N: Hello, my loves! I apologize for nearly taking two months to get a sequel out, but there is a reason for that. I will talk more about that in a second author's note at the end. :) Thank you all for such wonderful feedback! I was absolutely blown away by the love and all of your comments! Makes me so happy to know you all have enjoyed my work!
I ended this part with an open ending. I could just finish it here and leave it up to your imagination. Or, I could turn this into a (mini) series. (I'm honestly up for the challenge, but I'm wondering if any of you are interested in more). Let me know what you all think! Also, I tagged everyone who commented asking for a second part, just so you all see it! Hope you enjoy! :)
-M <3
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Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Angst, Topics of Suicide/Dark Themes
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It took  just over an hour for her to drift to sleep, but I remained next to her for as long as I could. I did not dare to take my eyes off of her, not even for a moment. It felt as if she would slip through my fingers the moment I looked away, becoming nothing more than a warm memory and a devastating loss. Her mortality was always something that I worried about, especially when she went on missions.  I did not think that I could ever survive losing her. And after what almost happened today, I knew that I most certainly wouldn’t have.
My fingers gently pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear, moving to linger against her cheek, still damp with tears. Even as she slept, Y/N did not look like she found peace. Dark shadows lingered under her eyes,  and bruises dotted the skin of her jaw from the mission. Her body, although settled into the mattress and against my chest, felt tense as if she could not let herself rest.
The buzz of my phone interrupted my thoughts, and my hand reached out to grab it off of the nightstand.  Steve’s name flashed across the screen, and not long after, Natasha’s and Wanda’s did as well.  I could not even bear the thought of looking at any of them so I had only asked FRIDAY to update them on what happened and asked to be left alone.  The incoming text notifications rotated between the three of them, yet I refused to answer any of them. 
I had a hard time identifying exactly how I was feeling, but I knew that anger was certainly there.  How could it not? Perhaps I had been ignorant to how bad things had become, but I trusted all of them to at least treat Y/N with some sort of dignity.  Instead, they had treated her like she meant nothing, and she accepted it without second thought. That hurt infinitely more than the wound in my shoulder. 
I placed the phone back on the nightstand, sinking deeper into the covers and gently pulling Y/N closer, if that was even possible. I let my lips brush against her forehead, my eyes finally falling shut for a moment of peace. Not even a minute later, the buzzing of my phone resumed and I couldn’t help my small groan of irritation when it did not stop. 
“Is it Steve?” I glanced down to find my bride looking up at me, her gaze still heavy with sleep. 
“Doesn’t matter. Go back to sleep, doll. I’m sorry I woke you.” 
“You need to go talk to him.” Y/N shook her head gently, reaching up to place her hand on my cheek.  “I’m sure he’s worried about you.” 
“Let him worry, then.” I sighed, my left hand moving to cover the one she placed on my cheek.  “I won’t leave you again.” 
“I will be just fine, baby. “ She promised gently, giving me a small smile. “It’s not like you’ll be gone forever.” 
“No… but you almost were.” My voice felt weak, the image of finding her on the floor with the medicine bottle popped open flashing in my mind. I had never been more afraid in my life, and the thought of leaving her now seemed nearly impossible to even consider. 
Y/N’s smile faltered at my words, and I looked away, my chest aching as I tried my hardest to force my tears away. 
“Bucky, look at me.” 
I felt myself shake my head, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I sat upright in bed. Flashes of what could have been flooded my mind. The lowering of her casket at her funeral, the never-ending grief that would follow it, everything.  It felt so real, yet it fortunately would not be reality, at least not for years to come. 
“Baby…”  I felt her hand against my back and I hesitantly turned to look at her as she moved to sit up beside me. “I am not going anywhere. I promise you.” 
“I was almost too late.”  The words felt so bitter as they left my lips and the lump in my throat only grew larger. “If I had come in even a moment later than I had- “ 
“Stop.” A soft hand grasped my chin, and my eyes focused on hers. Tears were beginning to pool in hers, and I felt immediate guilt for being the reason behind them. “Don’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control. “ 
“It should have been, doll.” I shook my head sadly, my heart aching in my chest. “I should’ve realized how bad things had gotten before we were sent on that mission. And I certainly should’ve knocked some sense into Steve too.” 
“He’s a smart man. Maybe one day he’ll figure it out.” She gave a small smile, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully at her attempts to lighten the conversation. 
“Maybe he just needs a solid punch to the face. I will literally knock some sense into him.” 
“Beating up your best friend does not seem like the way to resolve this, Bucky.” 
“Maybe not.” A sigh slipped through my lips, and I smiled as Y/N gently ran her hand through my shortened hair. “But it feels like the easiest way. And perhaps the most satisfying after all that’s happened.” 
“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt, baby.” She shook her head, and removed her hand from my hair to place it in my vibranium one. “You’re just going to have to talk it out.” 
“Talk it out? You make it seem like we are fighting over who ate the last piece of pizza in the fridge, not over something as serious as this.” 
“You’ll have to forgive him, Bucky.” Y/N sighed softly, looking down at our conjoined hands as our fingers interlocked. “I’m already trying to. It’s hard, but I love him like he is family. We can’t lose them. And I know you certainly can’t lose Steve again… not after all that has happened.” 
It was silent for a few moments, before I leaned in and kissed her forehead softly 
“It amazes me how much grace and forgiveness you have in your heart. And it makes me love you all the more.” I smiled before pulling away. “But honestly, killing Steve sounded like the most rational idea in my mind.” 
“Oh, stop. You would not kill him.” 
“Eh, maybe not. I think knocking his lights out would suffice. But you get the point.” 
“I know you’re joking around here, but I’m serious… please do not kill Steve.” She shot me a stern look as I rose from the bed, grabbing my shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. “I really do want to make things right here.” 
“I know…” I leaned down and kissed her softly. “I promise that I will try to be as civil as I can.” 
“Good.” Y/N smiled before tilting her head towards the door. “You better get going, then. Don’t need anyone knocking down the door.” 
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I walked quietly down the hall, feeling tense as I approached the living room. I quite honestly did not know how this was going to go.  Part of me hoped that Steve had gone to bed, finally giving up on waiting for me.   But as I grew closer, sounds of a movie playing and the familiar voices of all three of my teammates smashed that hope to pieces. 
Realizing that they were too engrossed in conversation to notice my entrance, I cleared my throat quietly, watching as all three heads whipped around in my direction. 
“Bucky…” Steve stood up from the couch, but did not make any further movement in my direction.  Instead, I continued to move towards him. 
My fist connected with his nose with a sickening crunch, and I heard the two women gasp as Steve fell backwards onto the ground with a grunt. He raised his hand up to his nose, wincing as he pulled it back to find a small splatter of blood coating his fingers. “I guess I deserved that.” 
“Oh, you deserve a lot more than that.” I shook my head as I cracked my knuckles, watching him slowly rise to his feet again. “But I promised Y/N I wouldn’t kill you.” 
“Bucky…” Wanda’s hand gently touched my shoulder, but I pulled away, taking a few steps back to look at all three of them. 
“Y/N’s going to be fine.” My voice grew hard as I watched each of their faces light up with relief. “No thanks to any of you…”
“Barnes-“ 
“No, I don’t want to hear it.” I snapped, my eyes fixed on Natasha as I cut her off. “I do not want to hear any of your goddamn excuses that you think will justify what happened today, or any of the weeks before, quite frankly. I don’t give a shit that you felt ‘betrayed’ by her. You absolutely destroyed her.” 
“We’re sorry….” 
“You’re sorry…” I muttered, echoing Wanda’s words as I processed them quietly. “But you weren’t sorry until you drove her to swallow a bottle of medication in her room. You weren’t sorry until I woke up, and you had to own up to what happened.” 
The room fell silent, and I watched as each of their faces fell at the revelation of what Y/N had tried to do. Wanda’s tears began to fall and Natasha’s head fell into her hands. Steve looked absolutely devastated, but I could not tell if anything about him was genuine anymore.  
“I can’t believe how willing she is to try to make amends with all of you.” My voice cracked, but I refused to let my tears fall free in front of them. “She loves you like family, yet you so easily trusted the word of a fucking journalist over hers. How could you treat her like this?” 
The room fell silent again, and I was growing irritated of the pity party that the three of them seemed to be having.  I walked up to Steve again and shoved him forcefully in the chest. 
“Answer me, Rogers. How could you fucking do this? You are like a brother to me. I trust you with my life, and despite all that has happened, I trusted you with hers.  How could you treat the woman that I love like she meant nothing?” 
Steve’s eyes were watery with tears, but they did not do anything to smother my rage. Fuck his tears, I was angry. 
 Furious that the man that I had grown up with would treat my bride in a manner as vicious as this.  Furious that I had not intervened sooner than I had. Furious that I had not protected her like I promised in my vows, for better or for worse.
The silence was deafening, and I knew that Steve did not have an answer that would ever be good enough. My eyes flickered to the other two women who remained somber and silent. 
“Y/N can forgive you all she wants. Until all of you can answer for what you have done, I will have nothing to do with any of you. Even you, Steve.” 
The three of them looked at me silently, sadness in their expressions and tears in their eyes as I slowly turned and walked back towards Y/N's room. Despite not having harmed her physically, Y/N's life had almost been lost. It felt impossible to even imagine forgiveness, but I sure wish that I could. I loved Steve like a brother, and I had grown close with Wanda and Nat too. But no love would ever be stronger than the love I had for Y/N. And because of the lies of a stranger, her life was nearly lost in the process.  
I could hardly recognize the three of them as people I cared about, let alone find it in me to forgive them. Maybe one day, after time had passed and Y/N had healed, I would find it in me to do so.
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A/N 2:
Hello again, my lovely readers! Here is a little explanation of what has been going on. For the past couple of weeks, I have had a really hard time with school and managing my depression. I decided this past week to take a break from college for a semester and focus on healing and finding what makes me happy again. While I am disappointed that I won't graduate when I expected to, I am excited not only to get some rest but to write more. I absolutely love writing for this blog, and my other fandom blogs as well. I hope that I can post more often, and write a lot more in general. My requests are open, so if you have any ideas you'd like me to try to write, I am more than willing to do so! Thank you all so much for the support and I will see you next time!
-M <3
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abstractnerddreams · 1 year
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Heaven Don't Have a Name - Spend the Days Dreaming and the Nights Awake (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1281305839-heaven-don%27t-have-a-name-spend-the-days-dreaming?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=abstractnerddreams&wp_originator=p4kDBdqdBdtFUeFzB2n4b0uDPCeX0d78eLJn9y84zIF4HlStWUuiozYROQfCuvsnUN8ly8o5Tu6ouzz4UuWPLfOTxunASrL%2FhHZU0OCsLWTOlMI49%2BObbVKYCsqzEQIj A dead end job you hate, a family that doesn't care to understand you, and even your friends seem like they don't care that much about it. It feels like you are stuck in a cycle of depression and ennui with no way out. There's really nothing special about you. At least not special enough to attract two men-rockstars who are hotter than sin itself-to you. But that's exactly what happens; and that's when when your life takes a brand new turn. Bucky and Steve always said they'd be there for each other 'til the end of the line. Best friends, lovers, bandmates, life was great. And then they meet you. And they realize there's something else their life needs. ***For 18+ readers. Contains adult themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, recreational drug and alcohol use, and violence.*** ***NOTE: this is a collection of short stories rather than a novel****
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first-edition · 11 months
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Sunset
Bucky x sick!reader
Cow- death, terminal illness, sadness, angst, talk of medical treatment.
You’ve wanted nothing more that to watch the beach’s sunset so Bucky takes you to see your last sunset.
Did i cry during this yes…yes i did.
(Not proof read.)
Music I listened to while writing (Weathered-stripped by James walker)
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You sit in the front seat of the car watching out the window seeing the sparkling water and little ant like people in the glowing sand.
A smile is spread across your face. Bucky places his hand on your thigh you look at him smiling happy he’s taking you.
As you find a parking spot more and more peopl leave the beach. Ofcourse there are few who stay to set up thier fire pits but most of them are family’s who are done for the day.
“This is literally a perfect spot!” You squeal putting up the middle seat bit in buckys truck to sit closer you him. He gladly opens his arm to you wrapping it around your shoulders giving your hair a kiss.
“Oh doll look!” He points out the dolphins in the water. You gasp sitting up smiling.
“I swear that was planned!” You giggle watching. You frown as you cough wrapping your arm around your face.
“Come here… you alright?” Bucky asks worriedly as he brings you back in his arms. You nod laying your head back on his shoulder.
They soon disappear back home to the water and you return back into bucks arms. It’s quiet between you too. Buckys hand rests on your head caressing your hair.
“Thank you.” You say feeling tired probably from the long drive and your meds.
“For what?” He asks.
“For this…for taking care of me.” You reply snuggling closer wrapping your arms around him. He chuckles.
“You’re welcome. Besides I take care of you because I love you and I love you because I take care of you.” He says
“I love you too.” You say glancing up at him.
“Your gonna get better doll.” Bucky says trying for his voice not to break.
The past 6 months you’ve been sick. From getting diagnosed to having to go to the hospital almost everyday, being in too much pain to walk, to throwing up anything you ate. It came on so suddenly and has stayed for so long with constant treatments and hospitalization Bucky has been there the entire time. Being together for two year prior getting your own place and of course you child Alpine.
“Mmhm.” You reply to him. You sigh admiring the waves and sun as it sets the glowing orange and purples. As much as you want to take a picture your arms are glued around Bucky his scent filling your nose.
Bucky watches the sunset his blue eyes watering as he can hear your heart beat slow. A lump forming in his throat and eyes becoming foggy with tears.
“Y/n…” he says
“Mm.” You let out a sound of recognition.
“I really really love you..so much.” He says his voice breaking.
A small smile form on your face as a tear fall down his cheek.
Your grip around him loosens as your arms fall. The steady beating of your heart stops as the breath Bucky was holding is let out with a sob. He wraps his other arm around you pulling you closer to him as he cries into you.
His pained sobs ring throughout the car as he holds you tightly in his arms. He kisses your head inhaling your smell wanting nothing more than to hear you heart again. The once plethora of colors in the sky is now dark with the stars shining through the sun roof.
“Doll?” He asks not wanting to admit it to himself. But the lack of answer from you causes another hitch of his breath.
Knowing your gone for good breaks him you told him to live when you’re gone but he can’t…not with out you.
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buckybarnesfanfic · 2 years
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Bucky’s love language
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HEAD CANONNS
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he would defiently love being close to you.  the momment he started to feel safe and comfortamble with you he would always find a way of touching you even when there were people around you.
pet names is a must in your relationship from darling to sweetheart to doll wich was his favorite one to be honest.
leaving litle notes here and there for you to find like in the bed when he went running with steve or when he had a urgent mission.  
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