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She’s Not Mad

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.

Words: 9k (if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been...)

Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn

A/N: thanks for the patience!

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A Couple of Weeks Ago…

“So, you’re not a thing?” Bucky asked as he shoved his laptop and notebook back into his bag, grabbing the handle of his water bottle and choosing to carry it with him for the walk.

The two boys were higher up in the rows of the lecture hall as they peered over the two girls talking to the professor. Steve had his eyes drilled into Natasha, the girl standing off to the side as her friend went over a question she had.

“She told me she is still figuring out her feelings since her last serious relationship,” Steve sighed as he packed up as well, “and I told her I’d wait- apparently this guy’s parents had given their family engagement ring and everything.”

Bucky pulled the corner of his lips out tight as they began to walk down the stairs, “who’s the other girl?”

“The one that was just asking the question is Y/N,” Steve watched as both girls left the room, “good friends, met last year, live together now.”

“She’s cute,” Bucky said purely, no smirk or innuendo.

********

You sat over your laptop in the library with both hands acting as a brim to cover your eyes from the people around you. Tears rolled down your face as you studied the practice question, you felt pathetic and you tried to sniffle as quietly as possible. If anyone saw you silently bawling you’d drop out, it was stupid enough already when the librarian walked over and dropped a tissue box off without saying a word.

“What do you mean?” you whispered to the page for the hundredth time, hoping for some answer.

You had done the homework, you went to the study groups, you even extended your prof's office hours because you wanted to make sure you were doing everything right. Yet here you were, sitting alone on a Friday night because you still can’t do the practice assignment. Quitting felt like the only option, it wasn’t like everything was going to click; it was too late.

This was just going to become the thing that you could never do, simple as that. Sometimes there are subjects that no matter how hard you try, you don’t have the flair. It was a tough pill to swallow but you’d never be able to do any work if you’d continue to hold yourself to a high standard, it was a win to get the little things right, not the entire question.

The idea of failing was new to you. The jump from high school to college was still something you never adapted to, you always expected nineties on everything and not the mindset that C’s get degrees.

Trying to do the question was like beating a dead horse, you needed a break. You ran your hands over your face and leaned back in your chair, hearing pops from your back as you did so, until you were leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. When you looked straight you saw someone already staring at you.

He had longer brown hair that hit his jawline, blue eyes that jumped out at you, and a very concerned look on his face. He was familiar but you didn’t know what it was from.

“Are you Natasha’s friend?” The guy came up to your empty table.

“Yeah?” You wiped away your tears, extremely confused as he pulled out the chair right beside you to sit at the eight sided table.

“I’m good friends with Steve, I think the two of them have something going on- not important, but I kind of know you and I'd rather not leave someone I kinda know alone crying, so…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” you rolled your eyes and faced your computer again, “the absolute last thing I need is something watching me cry, alright?” your bottom lip wobbled as you kept your eyes away from his at all times.

He was still staring at you, “come on,” he sighed and moved his hand to comfort you but thought otherwise, “I’m not going to laugh at you or run and tell everyone I know I saw a girl crying in the library- y’know what they’d say?” You could see him tilt his head, “they’d say what’s the big deal, haven’t we all?”

You scoffed, “no they wouldn’t.”

“You’re calling me a liar?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Bucky,” he stuck out his hand, “Bucky Barnes.” You shook his hand, “and since I am a Barnes and was raised by my ma I simply can not let this continue, it’s my obligation to either cheer you up or take you home.”

You scoffed again and tried your best to hide your smile, “and I’m Y/N, and in my family we stress about everything and never give up so I can’t leave until I get this question, so…”

Bucky’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he flipped the laptop to face him a little better, “this is the class all four of us have together, alright,” he read over the question and immediately furrowed his brows before looking at you again, trying your best to hold it together. He knew the answer but couldn’t bear to see your reaction, it was painfully obvious you were beating yourself stupid over these questions.

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” he asked like he was talking to a child.

“I barely know you, dude,” you crossed your arms and ripped your laptop back to face you, “and I’ll have you know I don’t need a man to come in here and explain everything to me, alright, I’m going to figure this out on my own and I don’t need you, okay? So just head home, tell Steve I say hi.”

Bucky took a deep breath himself, “that question isn’t marked on the homework, the reason you can’t get the answer is because the way to get it has most likely not been taught yet,” he paused and saw your face crumble, “and I didn’t want to freak you out because you look like you’ve been here a while and you seem to be beating yourself up and I just couldn’t-”

“Stop,” you whispered and covered your face with your hands, “just stop talking.”

And he did.

Trying your best to calm your breaths, it didn’t work. So fucking stupid, unbelievable, there’s no way you just spent close to an hour staring at a problem you didn’t even have to do in the first place.

“Can you walk me home?” you squeeked.

“Of course,” Bucky stood up right away and started helping you pack your bag, “I have some water, do you want it?” He held up his water bottle. You nodded and began drinking as you both made your way outside and towards your off-campus house.

“Did you need to study?” you asked as you screwed on the cap.

Bucky laughed and looked up at the night sky, “I was going for a walk because I heard there was a blood moon tonight, and there is, look,” he point up and saw the red mood looming above both of you, “and I just happened to walk past the library, I looked in the window and recognised your laptop as well as your hair, funny enough,” he laughed as he looked forward again.

“So you just came in to see me?” you needed to make sure you were hearing this right, it’s not like it happens often.

“I was going to introduce myself to you actually,” Bucky shrugged and looked over at you, “I know Steve and Nat are trying to figure things out and I thought friends of two people who might date should know one another. Then I saw you crying so I changed my game plan.”

You just nodded, slightly brushing into Bucky’s arm as you walked. It was hard to stay straight with the exhaustion taking over, every now and then you’d brush your knuckles past Bucky’s. He was a cute guy, and something about him being oh so caution around you made you feel important.

“This is me,” you said later as you walked up the steps, “thanks Bucky, I hope we can be friends.”

Bucky smiled and stood at the bottom of the steps, “if you ever get in your head again like that and need someone to pull you away, let me know- even in the middle of the night, alright?”

“Alright,” you laughed with your hand on the door handle.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I look after the people close to me, I look after friends of friends like siblings,” there was no joking in his tone, it seemed other people doubted him on this promise. “I’ll give you my number,” he hand reached out for your phone.

“I’ll be fine, you seemed to have good luck running into me,” you giggle and open the door to your house. Before it fully closed you felt resistance, looking over your shoulder you saw Bucky holding open your door.

He was smiling, “then give me your number for another reason.”

“Oh?” you turned and placed a hand on your chest, “you’re rather forward.

“Well being cryptic didn’t work, did it?” He laughed and held out his hand again, “come on, I might need a study buddy one day- or even better, a lunch buddy.” you laughed as he tried to duck to meet your eyeline, “you don’t want to be my lunch buddy?”

“I’ll be your lunch buddy,” you giggled and handed him your phone, he wasted no time adding it in. “Goodnight,” you whispered and made it into your house, leaning back and resting against the door. You thought for a moment before breaking into a massive smile, replaying how he tried to keep eye contact with you. Or how he’d been so proud of how his mother raised him- “son of a bitch,” you whispered.

He walked you back home and cheered you up.

Just like he said he would.

A Few Days Later…

Your phone must be hacked or something because your weather app said it would be completely clear today and sunny in the afternoon. As you sat in the cafe you thought it would clear up but it was only getting worse.

All you needed to do was brave the rain and make your way home, but waiting for the perfect time when everything would let up for a moment was pointless.

Walking as fast as you can with your head down, you saw your grey sweatpants become a darker shade instantly. It was a straight downpour with absolutely no sign of letting up, you swore you heard thunder when you waited at the crosswalk. Due to your phone lying to you, you had not brought a hooded article of clothing or umbrella so you just had to deal with everything going wrong.

There definitely was thunder and the lightning was right above you, it seemed like you were the last person on Earth because everyone else was smart enough to stay inside right now; but not you. Down your little street you began to run, trying to get away from the lightning that was chasing you.

If you could guess you’d say most people who had been struck by lightning most likely thought they were too far away, in denial as the sky opened up from above. It was hard to admit you were actually a little scared at that moment, rain getting in your eyes as you sprinted down to your house that was now in view.

With your key at the ready you fell inside, slamming the door behind you.

Natasha rounded the corner, “you idiot, I was trying to call you!” She screamed and saw your state, “Steve and Bucky are over-they drove over they could have picked you up,” Natasha got in your face to peel off the sweater, taking it off right over your head and leaving you in your bralette and those drenched sweatpants.

“You took off my shirt when there’s boys here?” you whispered as you began to shake, covering your chest with crossed arms.

“We guessed you were walking back so we put towels in the dryer,” as if on cue Bucky rounded the same corner with your fluffy towel ready, “thank you Bucky,” Natasha wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Hi, Bucky,” you squeeked, “glad we keep meeting like this.”

Natasha had walked upstairs, most likely getting different pants. Bucky got down on one knee and slipped off your shoes, “like what?” he asked as he looked up, he reminded you of a little puppy somehow. He was as big as a great dane but there was an underlying softness that made you want to hug him or just let him wrap his arm around you.

You huffed as you pulled the towel tighter, “when I’ve just done something embarrassing and you’re there to save the day.”

Bucky stood up with his arms crossed, “only you would think crying or getting caught in the rain is embarrassing,” he shook his head and reached out to rub your shoulder that was covered by the towel, “I like helping and I like making sure people I know are okay, you know this.”

“I do,” you whispered and walked further in your house. Before you could get anywhere near comfortable Natasha whisked you away to change your soggy pants as well as throw on a sweater, they had also been thrown in the drier, everything was very toasty and warm.

Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intensely at the football game going on. Natasha guided you back in and towards the couch. There was enough room for four of you but you knew thighs would be pressed up against one another, you were okay with that if Bucky was sitting beside you. Though you don’t see him often it was nice when you did even though you made it seem like it was embarrassing. Something about having someone who loves taking care of people take care of you so well caused you to crave it a little more.

Bucky came around the couch with a mug, “hot chocolate for you,” he whispered and took the spot beside you, next to the arm rest. You thanked him and let your hand slightly burn on the mug when you held it, liking how the warmth began to spread up your arms. Natasha found her spot on the other side of you while Steve stayed on the edge, leaning forward and never looking away from the game.

“This is really good,” you sipped it and whispered to Bucky, he just smiled and leaned into your side for a moment.

“What were you working on?” he asked after a moment.

“I was at the cafe for a little treat but before I was doing my elective course,” you spoke softly. It seemed like everything happened for a reason because you only got food at the cafe which left room for this hot chocolate now.

“And that is?” Bucky giggled as he leaned forward again.

“Art history,” suddenly, you were coy. Most people thought your elective was a bird course but to you it was actually interesting, it wasn’t often you were met with a positive response.

His eyes got wide, “that’s sick!” Bucky readjusted himself off the couch, “I would have never even thought of that course, wow, that’s really cool. So, like, what do you-”

“Bucky, I love you, brother, I really do but-” Steve sighed, “can you please be quiet, this game is very important.”

“I didn’t think the Big Game was on today?” you asked as you took another sip.

“It’s not that,” Steve places his beer down, “it’s the State Cup Finals, it’s college football.”

Natasha smiled and looked over, “his team’s the underdog and are actually on the road to winning the entire thing!” She giggled and linked an arm with Steve who was happy to cuddle up with her, “it’s actually very exciting once you learn the ins and outs of it.”

You just nodded and faced forward again, seeing Bucky out of the corner of your eyes rubbing his thumb on the neck of his beer bottle, staring off into space. The moment you leaned your head on his shoulder he looked over at you, your heart broke when you saw a sad smile. He was just trying to talk to you, he got excited for you and here he was being scolded.

“Do you want to come look at some of my notes, or are you into this game?” you whispered and saw his eyes light up, both of you quickly stood and headed up stairs with your bag slung over your shoulder.

The moment you walked into your room you felt everything slow down, Bucky slowly walked in and looked around. He was smiling to himself as he l took in your photos on the walls or posters, even your to do list seemingly growing on the white board you have mounted to one wall.

You sat on the corner of your bed as he flipped through your notes, “so you’re, like, breaking down these paintings, it's not just the history of when they were painted?”

“Oh yeah,” you fiddled with the hem of your dry sweater, “most of these artist go insane and we look for that in the work or even just what was happening during the time with stuff that you’d learn in a normal history class but we look at if and when it get put into art,” this was your little thing you could talk about for ages, “very cool stuff.”

Bucky nodded and flipped the pages, “your notes are amazing,” he whispered, “you’re a pretty good student, huh?” he looked over his shoulder and saw you sitting there, just staring at him as he made his way around your room. “What?” he giggled and made his way over to you, holding his hand out to get you to stand up.

“Nothing,” you tucked your chin to your chest, getting coy at the attention. “You’re just…y’know, sweet.”

Bucky just smiled and rubbed your arm, giggling as you both stared at one another for a moment. “Do you want to go back down?”

“Sure,” you nodded and leaned forward, smiling as you both made your way back downstairs.

The rain still worked its way down your windows as the beers and wine kept flowing. The game had ended a while ago but Steve and Bucky didn’t see a reason to leave, it was a good moment that no one wanted to end. You had finished your hot chocolate and moved onto wine, sipping it slowly as everyone talked. It was nice to be brought into this group even though it stemmed from Nat and Steve, there was good chemistry between the four of you.

Talking to everyone was effortless, you didn’t need to act like someone else to fit in. no one was yelling over someone else to get their point across, there weren't any passive aggressive tones in anyone's jokes, it was carefree. It was relaxing to have people this easy to talk to.

The only thing that wasn’t relaxing was the amount of times you caught Bucky staring at you. Everyone had migrated to the floor with their backs against different furniture so you could break out the board games, Bucky was sitting adjacent to you on your right and Steve adjacent on your left, Nat right in front. Every single move whether it be placing a card down or moving your little object around the board Bucky would find a reason to look at you.

“Good one,” he’d pat your shoulder.

“Let me move your piece for you,” he’d say before you could reach across the table.

“Sorry…” he’d smile before taking your little object and moving it back four spots.

He was very attentive, always watching and scanning. But the more you noticed it the more you figured out he was doing it to everyone, including Steve. Something happened whenever Bucky would either move Steve’s piece for him or go get another beer so he wouldn’t have to stand up, Steve would give this look. It seemed as though he was silently telling Bucky he knew something or he was pointing something out that had been a topic of conversation before. Bucky would try to laugh it off but Steve was very protective of Bucky, you just didn’t know why.

The games had slowly come to a close, everyone not drunk but a little more than tipsy. Giggles flowed freely around the table as the conversation resumed again, your eyes were growing heavy as you traced the rim of your glass.

“I’ll be back,” Bucky muttered as he headed to the washroom.

The moment the door closed Steve sighed, “this kid.”

“What?” you were getting protective, why was Steve about to talk shit about his best friend?

Steve just shook his head, “It’s hard to see how badly Winnie fucked him up.”

Your heart plummeted. Any tiredness had left your body faster than the little gasp escaped your lips. Who was this Winnie girl and why did he mess Bucky up? The thoughts circled your head, was he in an abusive relationship? Natasha looked like she didn’t know either, pouring more wine into her cup.

When Bucky came back he sat closer to you and you couldn’t help but reach out and wrapped your arm around his. He must have been a little surprised but you rested your head on his shoulder and continued on like it was nothing.

You were half asleep when Bucky tried to do something for Steve, maybe get him another beer but whatever it was it left Bucky looking like a sad puppy because Steve said, “Buck, relax, I can get my beers, thank you, but I got it, alright?”

Steve's tone was soft but also commanding, he wasn’t annoyed at all. With your eyes closed you pieced it together that Steve was trying to help Bucky in some way, maybe get him to relax a little more. It was out of love but Bucky was very quiet for the rest of the night.

********

You and Bucky had started hanging out a lot more on your own. There were a lot of late night drives or study sessions, Bucky always came to the library to walk you home if you stayed late or had turned your brain into mush during your studying.

What Steve had said stuck with you more than you thought it would, it didn’t impact how you saw Bucky but it made you more aware of his people pleasing tendencies. You wanted to do the same as Steve, tell him it was okay but you weren’t as close. You saw how hurt he was the last time and you just couldn’t do it to him.

Currently you were both sitting on his bed, the movie was wrapping up. Half of his laptop sat on one thigh and the other half sat on Bucky’s, your arms were linked and there was a steady brushing of your thumb on his forearm. In all honesty, you thought you were lulling him to sleep when you looked up five minutes ago to see him fighting his dropping lids.

When the movie faded to black both of you sat there for a moment, content with the sitcom that was coming up next. You looked up again to see him with his face scrunched up, his other hand was on his back.

“What is it?” you asked and leaned over, he was rubbing a specific spot on his lower back with his thumb.

Bucky held his breath as he leaned forward to move his hand, “I was working out this morning and there weren't any belts left for my deadlifts and I did something to my back.”

“Do you want a massage?” you offered, he’d do the same for you.

“I’m okay, thanks,” he looked down at your head resting on his bicep.

“I didn’t know you worked out,” you smiled, “you don’t have the, like, bodybuilder physique.”

Bucky laughed and wiped at his eyes, giggling to himself before answering. “I don’t want that look, but…” you could see the boast on the top of his tongue, he poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“Tell me!” you sat up, taking the laptop off your lap so you could fully face him now, “are you, like, ripped or something?” you both laughed as he hugged himself so you couldn’t feel or see anything, “you are, shut up!” you placed both hands on his shoulders, his face so red from laughing and embarrassment you just wanted to take a bite out of it.

“Steve calls it a sleeper build,” Bucky managed to wheeze out, he was trying to play-fight you off of him.

“What the fuck is that?!” you gasped as your hands reached out but he copied you and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“It’s when someone has muscle but you can’t really see it in normal clothing,” his face was calming down as well, but that stupid smile was still on his face. “It just kinda happened, just how I am.”

You tried to move his arms around but you couldn’t, his fingers were still tightly woven with yours. You just laughed and fell back into him, cuddling up again. “I had a friend's mom who was an actual masseuse, so…” you shrugged, “I actually know what I’m doing because she’d give me massages and walk me through her process.”

“You just want to take my shirt off, don’t you?” Bucky taunted.

“I want to make sure you’re not uncomfortable the entire time we hang out and for the rest of the week,” you giggled before snuggling into his arm again and watching the show that had come on randomly.

It took three days before Bucky came back for that massage.

You were hanging out again like normal and he was still trying to relieve the ache in his lower back. It was becoming sad to see him so uncomfortable so you kept reminding him of your excellent massage skills. After what you counted as his third groan of pain you just looked at him and soon enough he was asking you to turn around so he could take his shirt off and lie down.

Choosing your angle to stand with your back to him was a science, you wanted to make sure you had the mirror to look at but you also didn’t want to make it obvious. Part of you hated yourself for wanting to catch and peek at his body but it was infamous now, you just had to look.

And my god was it worth it.

It wasn't an obnoxious amount of muscle that made it seem like the strength drained from his brain and into his arms. The sleeper build comment was right, you had no idea. His chest made you feel comfortable and protected, the kind of chest you’d want to fall into when the subway starts up too quick and you’re not holding onto anything. His arms were, and you already knew this, amazing at covering so much surface area for hugs. They were secure and trustworthy, you knew that when you hugged him he had you; it also helped to remember when he’d whisper it in your ear.

“Okay,” his voice was muffled by pillows at the top of your bed.

You turned around and were greeted by his back which was also an amazing sight, the kind of body sculptors would use and their go-to subject if no one else was there. “I have some lotion on my hands,” you warned and pressed your palms onto his back and quickly began spreading the lotion around.

Though this wasn’t a proper table and he was resting on one cheek instead of face down you knew this was the best he’d get for a college kid. You started all over and slowly worked your way to focusing on his lower back. When you felt the knot you knew you found it, the thing was massive. The low groan Bucky let out was close to pornographic as you dug into him.

Something about seeing him grip the sheets, making his veins pop out, did something to you. At first you only really saw Bucky as another friend or a good member of the friend group you stumbled your way into. But the more you spent one-on-one the more you realized he was your perfect guy. Any guy can be perfect physically but his personality enhanced your view for him, it made you appreciate his looks even more.

His laugh always brought out the crinkle in his nose and those pretty teeth, the sound of him giggling was music to your ears and also was the perfect accompaniment to his squinted eyes or broad smile. The same with his little fist pumps he does when beating you at a game either around a group of friends of a video game, that stupid celebration he does every time causes him to flex his bicep but that’s secondary to the little circles he makes with his fist.

You kept working away and looking at his rested face once in a while, seeing his eyes closed and the relieved look on his face. There was something so pure about watching the guy your slowly obsession over fall into simple relaxation all because of you, it was a treat.

“How’s that?” you whisper, “Bucky?” trying to make sure your pressure wasn’t too hard for him you wanted to check in, but he had fallen asleep. With the opportunity in front of you, you reached out and placed your bent knuckles along his cheek, feeling the stubble tickle your fingers.

You found him blanket on his bed and covered him up so he wouldn’t get cold with his shirt off, before leaving you placed a kiss on his forehead before heading downstairs for a snack. You also wanted to give him space, let him sleep peacefully.

Steve was down there when you got there, another roommate of his cooking as you found Bucky’s section of snacks to choose from.

“Where’s Bucky?” Steve asked as he looked over his shoulder, not for long due to the football playing on the TV.

“Sleeping upstairs,” you ate the goldfish as you rounded the couch to watch the game.

He seemed taken aback at your casualness, “what did you guys do…?” he slowly looked over, most likely trying to see if your hair was disheveled or anything was blossoming on your neck.

“I gave him a massage,” you shrugged and fell back onto the couch, “his lower back has been killing from his workout a while ago.”

You could see Steve look over his shoulder to see if his roommate was also hearing this, he looked over at you again and squinted. “So- and correct me if I’m wrong here- you gave Bucky a massage and put him to sleep and now you’re down here getting a snack?”

“You would be correct,” you smiled, “would you like to do a once over of my neck for hickies or maybe rummage through the trash for condoms?” you sassed and plopped a few more goldfish in your mouth, “I was helping him.”

That statement made Steve look over his shoulder again. The roommate just shrugged with a smile before heading down to his room in the basement, noodles steaming from the cup. You just looked at Steve as he tried to piece together everything, it was actually funny to see him try to understand.

“Bucky doesn’t accept help from anyone,” Steve turned to face you, “it’s his thing to never want to be in debt with anyone when it comes to favours of any sort.”

“Well,” you just sighed, “I’ve been picking up on that too but I got to him I guess, he let me do something for him.” That was all you could say because you didn’t have a full background of why Bucky didn’t accept help from anyone you just knew he didn’t; the only clues you had were Winnie and her role in this.

“That’s good,” Steve quickly added, “I’m far from saying it’s bad, trust me, it’s just he’s been in a funk for a while when it comes to that stuff, it ebbs and flows.”

“Do you think he’ll ever tell me?” you asked as you watched the game, too embarrassed of the question to look at Steve. It seemed there was this vital piece of information that made Bucky who he was that was dangling right in front of your face, you were falling for him but that thing that made him him was out of reach. When Steve first made the statement he siad that this Winnie girl fucked him up which implied something bad much have happened and that can also mean something isn’t necessarily right. You were never going to fix Bucky but you did want to understand so you could help be a better friend to him and not unconsciously get in the way of his mindset.

Steve nodded, “he’ll definitely tell you,” he looked over and smiled, “I mean, you’re all he ever talks about, this kid is head over heels for you it’s just…some guys have hard times coming to terms with their past, he’ll get there though.”

“I know,” you nodded, “I’ll obviously never force it out but I do want him to be aware I’m here to listen, y’know?”

“He knows,” Steve laughed and stood up, going to the cupboard and grabbing a little snack for himself as well.

You took a deep breath before standing up and heading back upstairs, you were guessing Bucky was still fast asleep. When you opened the door you found him still laying on his bed in the exact same position, only now there was little snores coming from him.

With a pout you crawled back onto the bed and sat next to him, placing your hand on his back and sliding it down to his arm that was bent up so his hands could rest under the pillow. Your thumb gently rubbed his arm for a moment before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it.

The boredom ate away at you, instead of scrolling through your phone you went to his dresser to find some clothes you could change into so you could crawl under his sheets and sleep over. When you pulled open his top drawer you were met with his underwear and socks as well as a box of condoms tucked to the side, you just giggled to yourself at the painfully college male sight in front of you.

Something about wearing his boxers made your face heat up, that was a level of intimacy you wanted to reach with him one day but you didn’t know if it was time. Looking over your shoulder after a particularly loud snore you smiled to yourself and picked up a black pair, as you held it up you remember seeing the waistband sticking out of his jeans while he reached above his head to grab something for someone - you weren’t focused on his actions at the time.

Quickly slipping your pants off and pulling up the boxers you maneuvered to his closet, finding your favourite hoodie he wore very often. This moment of intimacy, moving around Bucky’s room while he wasn’t aware, caused a surge of confidence to shoot through you. Though you had never talked to Bucky about what the relationship between you was, you knew both of you could agree there was no room for girlfriends or boyfriends for either of you, this was the time to build the foundation for something better later. Having this idea of only being the girl in his room you took off your bralette and tucked it back in his top drawer, across from the condoms.

You didn’t choose this bra specifically but you were wearing a slightly lacey bralette, it was far from lingerie but the lace added something to it. Making sure you put it where it wouldn’t be obvious but also not hiding it, you grew giddy at the image of Bucky finding it.

Before getting in his bed you tugged and tugged the sheets under his body before managing to get the covers fully out from under him. You scooted in and pulled the sheets up to cover both of you, it seemed he really needed the sleep because nothing was waking him up, not even the little hug you gave him before turning off the lights and falling asleep beside him.

********

You were sitting in class aimlessly scrolling through your phone during your five minute break in your lesson, your art history professor was one of the best teachers you've ever had. She was funny but also well informed, she also had a big heart and didn’t need a eulogy as a form of proof if someone asked for an extension due to a funeral service that day.

Bucky: What the hell is in my dresser?

Without knowing the tone or context your heart dropped. You read the text with Bucky’s voice as if he was screaming at you, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. It was in your head, you didn’t know if it was a flirty tone either.

You: Just my bra, when I stayed over a couple of nights ago I changed into your clothes and just absentmindedly put my bra in your top drawer. I probably was just going through the motions and thought I was at my place.

Bucky: Can I pick you up from class, when does your lecture end?

Something about him completely disregarding your explanation - lie or not - gave you the worst feeling in the world. Ice poured down your back as you watched your prof make her way back up to the little stage she teaches on, you couldn’t keep the conversation going and just needed to deal with it later.

You: sure, it ends in an hour.

Bucky: I’ll be there.

Part of you didn’t want to leave when your lecture was over, you stayed in the hallway for a moment and thought of every single end of the world situation that could happen in the car. Bucky didn’t seem like a guy who hit women but your anxiety didn’t let you leave out that thought. He also didn’t seem like the guy who’d reveal he’d been dating another girl the entire time but who knows, he could be in a three year long relationship as you stood there.

With all these terrible situations playing out in your head you decided to face it head on, you’d walk in there and wouldn’t let him talk; just saying your apologies with your eyes closed before he could get a word out.

You walked down the steps and to the right to find Bucky’s car parked in front, coming up in the blindspot. You took a moment to take a deep breath, opening the door and sitting down as quickly as possible.

“Do you-”

“Bucky,” you put your hand out but kept your eyes casted down, “I am so unbelievably sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I don’t know if you already have a girlfriend and she found it and it caused a rift in your relationship, or if you like to sleep with other girls and one of them found the bra and got jealous so you lost your credit. I don’t know what made you angry but please, I am so sorry for what I did, I wasn’t thinking and I just put it in there and I-...” you just held your mouth open as you looked at the center console, you had run out of things to say. “Um,” you slowly looked up to see him frozen in shock, mouth still slightly open from when he began to say something, “sorry, you were about to say something?”

Bucky had to physically rattle his head to get out of the shock he was in, “do you want to get some coffee?”

Your eyes flicked up and it was your turn to stay frozen, “what?”

Bucky pulled his brows together, “I was making a joke about the bra thing,” he seemed concerned at your extremely anxious state, “I don’t care what you leave at my place, I really don’t,” normally someone would laugh in awkward situations but Bucky didn’t, it felt like it made everything worse. “Do you want coffee?”

“What is going on?” you couldn’t believe the situation you had put yourself in, nothing was making sense.

“Don’t get all mad at me,” now it was time for him to scoff, “you’re the one that thought I was sleeping with multiple women while I’m actively pursuing you, you idiot.”

“Don’t call me an idiot,” you huffed and faced the front of the car, crossing your arms after putting on your seatbelt.

Bucky laughed as he reached over and turned your face so you’d look at him, “that’s what you took from that statement?” He giggled, “babe, I just said I was pursuing you, does that just fly over your head?”

“Wait, what?” you grew more interested, “you want to date me?”

Bucky nodded, “have I not made it obvious?” You just shrugged and began to feel small, curling yourself further into the seat of his car, “I would like to take you out and I would like to continue to collect little pieces of you at my place while doing the same to yours, does that make sense?”

“Then what were those condoms for?”

“The same reason our house keeps tampons in our main bathroom,” Bucky put the car in drive and began working towards to coffee shop, “if you ever need a tampon you go and grab one, if Steve ever needs a condom and he’s out of stock in his room he comes to me,” Bucky looked at you at the stop light.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But let me get a few things straight,” Bucky placed his hand on your thigh, “I’m not sleeping with other girls, I do not have a secret girlfriend, I am not mad you left your bra in my dresser and I tried to make the text seem flirty, and finally,” he went at the green, “I really like you and I would like you to be my girl whenever we get there.”

“Okay,” you whispered, “I’d like that too.”

“Then it’s settled,” it was a short drive to the cafe, “let’s celebrate over coffee, shall we?”

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, “yeah, we shall.”

********

Your body felt like it was floating, your legs tingled and it was hard to catch your breath. As you laid on your back with your hands on your bare stomach Bucky worked his way back up from between your legs while leaving kisses on your hip bones as well as your stomach when you lifted your hands.

“How was that?” Bucky asked breathlessly, licking his lips before kissing you.

You kept your answer waiting, probably because he knew it already, kissing him slowly as he wanted. He was fully in control right now, setting the pace and tone of this entire afternoon. When he pulled away for a moment you complimented him like always, your hands reached up to his shoulders and tried to push him to lay on his back but he stayed strong.

“Flip over,” you whispered and ran your hands down his chiseled stomach, working your way up to his shoulders as your fingernails raked up his back.

“I’m all good,” he shrugged.

“But you’re painfully hard,” you tried again to get him to move but he just fell beside you on his stomach, not allowing you to touch him where he was in fact, extremely hard. “Come on, you always do this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled and pulled you down with him.

“I just want to do something nice for you, you never let me do anything for you or give you any favours,” in your head it seemed like a normal observation, it was true that Bucky didn’t let anyone do anything for him while he actively tried to help everyone in anyway he knew how.

That seemingly struck a nerve, “alright then,” he sighed and got up from the bed, heading into the bathroom as he left you naked and alone on his bed, the most lonesome feelings in the world.

“Where are you going?” you sat up, grabbing your shirt from the edge of the bed.

“Going to go jerk off in the shower,” he said as he closed the door.

“You can’t be serious,” you quickly stood and made your way to the bathroom that was connected to his room. You opened the door to see him already adjusting the tap before starting the shower. “Bucky, it’s the truth, it’s who you are but it’s the truth and as your girlfriend I want you to feel good, I want to give you pleasure like you do to me.”

You reached forward and placed your hands on his back, slowly working your way to his shoulders so you could turn him around. There looked like shame had overtaken him as he stood before you, though he was larger in size he shrunk himself down to look small. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, he didn’t know what to say.

“If I can’t give you head then can I come in the shower and wash your hair?” you didn’t even put on the shirt you grabbed, it was dropped to the floor. “Come on, honey, it’ll feel so good.”

Bucky only nodded before stepping into the hot shower with you. You made sure he got most of the stream on him, you stayed in front and made sure his hair was soaked before getting any product. You could see his tenseness at first but the moment your hands made contact with his scalp his eyes rolled back, his shoulders relaxed. In that moment it occurred to you that you had actually never seen his relaxed state before.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” you whispered, making sure you used your nails to really cleanse his scalp. “Doesn’t letting yourself relax and breathe feel so good, Buck?”

“Yeah,” it came out quiet and broken.

Your eyes were focused on his hair the entire time, making sure you lathered up and took your time. You needed to savor this moment for both you and Bucky, you wanted him to be relaxed for a s long as possible as well as taking advantage of doing him a favour; never knowing when your next opportunity would come up.

Gently tapped his forehead, you got him to lean back. The water immediately took off the top layer of suds but you needed to rub out the deeper layers as well. Your fingers scrubbed until the trail of water rolling down his body was pure water and had no shampoo in it.

“I’m going to- oh, my gosh Bucky,” you reached out and saw his red eyes, “when did you start crying?”

“I can’t remember,” he whispered and tilted his head down, the water pushed his hair to cover his eyes.

You pushed his hair back and pulled him out a step further so the water hit his back, your thumbs quickly wiped away a mixture of water and tears off of his face. He couldn’t stop crying as you tried your best to keep his face clear, “honey, what’s wrong?”

“I-” he choked on his own words, “I’ve never let my guard down this much,” he admitted before breaking off into harder sobs, you swooped in and pulled him tightly against your chest.

“I know it’s a new feeling,” you whispered, “but I want you to be able to do this all the time, let your guard down around me,” it was a shot in the dark by saying this but you did it anyways, “I promise I won’t hurt you, I’ll never take advantage of your guard down, love.”

It must have struck something because his knees buckled, his hands gripped tighter as he desperately kept you close to him. You didn’t know if you were making him feel better or worse but the act of letting go was needed for him, you kept holding him until there was nothing left to cry.

When he pulled away he stayed close, close enough that you kissed him under the gentle rain of the shower and played with his hair at the base of his scalp. His hands stayed on your back and held you close to him, making sure you were always touching him in some way. You tried to get a good read on him but he kept his head low and gently ran his hands up and down your sides, just feeling you.

“You’re very safe,” you whispered.

Bucky looked up at you for a moment before keeping his eyes down for a while, his brows pulled together and it seemed like he was trying to say something but didn’t know how. Both of you were open and vulnerable, naked in the hot shower. Tears threatened to spill over at the picture of Bucky crying in front of you.

“It was my mom,” Bucky whispered, “the one who broke me-”

“You’re not broken,” you quickly corrected, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb, “don’t say that.”

Bucky just shrugged, “I’m the oldest, I have four sisters younger than me - all different dads.” Bucky took a deep breath and pulled you closer, “my mom…Winnie was an interesting woman who never wanted to be pregnant but somehow always ended up pregnant anyways, it also didn’t help none of the guys wanted to stick around.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the easy opportunity to hug you if he needed to. Nodding along, you encouraged him to keep going.

“When my mom realized I could do the dirty work she would take advantage of that. I basically raised my sisters and somehow she managed to worm into my head,” he let out an angry laugh, “she’d say she loved me if I did things for her and I was a bad boy if I couldn’t or wouldn’t help her, she would say I didn’t love her if I didn’t change my sister’s diapers or bathe them while she sat on the couch.”

“Bucky,” you were the one to instigate the hug, “that’s awful.”

“And I’m aware of how I act now, all I’ve ever known is helping other people to make sure they love me,” he laughed again, “and it sounds stupid but I can never break out of the cycle, I always think I’m doing a good job or not being overbearing but then I start to second guess myself, you know?” he pulled away and looked at you, you quickly nodded. “I start to think about what people are saying behind my back and so I keep doing what I’m doing to stay on the safe side, I know it’s fucking annoying but I can’t help it.”

“It’s not annoying, baby” you leaned past him and turned off the water as it grew cold, “and if you’ll let me I can help with that, I don’t want to fix you or change you, I just want you to be comfortable in this relationship and not think I’m secretly mad at you because you didn’t get me a glass of water.”

Bucky nodded, stepped out of the shower with you and grabbed two towels. The conversation had naturally ended, Bucky didn’t have anything else to say. It was hard not to think he was overthinking again, the idea that you were causing him to stress out stressed you out. You were being truthful when you said you wanted him to be relaxed in this relationship, the last thing you wanted was underlying tension.

Back in bed Bucky rolled over and cuddled into your breasts, holding you closely as you watched his head rise with your breath. You had no idea if he was asleep or not, you knew he wouldn’t mind either way if you played with his hair.

“Thank you,” was all he whispered before falling asleep.

********

You all sat around the couch to watch another big game. Though you had no idea what was going on you were just as into it as Steve. Half time had just started and you all took a collective breath, the two college teams were close.

“Want another beer?” you asked as you stood up, looking at Bucky who was sitting on the couch. Steve and Nat had already filled up, you wanted another cooler and Bucky was almost done.

“Yeah,” he quickly downed his final sip of beer before handing the bottle off to you.

There was this anticipation in the room, you smiled and took the bottle and walked past Steve who was already looking at Bucky. The room seemed still when Bucky didn’t move, just pulling out his phone to look at something while the commercials played. Before making it into the kitchen you looked over your shoulder and saw the back of Bucky’s head, you bit your lip to suppress the smile that was growing.

The moment you got back and sat next to him Bucky took your hand and pulled it into his lap. He fidgeted with your finger before looking over at you, “how’d I do?” he whispered.

You laughed and leaned into his side, “how much did that make your cringe?”

“I was in pain for a moment,” he answered as fast as possible before giggling with you as you clink your glasses together and take a long swing. With a deep breath he looked back at the game and kept your hand in his. Bucky must have not been paying attention but his phone buzzed, illuminating and accidentally showing his lockscreen.

It changed from the photo of the two of you to a black background with white writing on it:

Trust me, she’s not mad at you.

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navybrat817 · 8 months

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Aggressively texting Bucky: "How dare you be this fucking cute?!"

Seriously! How is he so cute?!

A Couple of Cuties

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky's cute. He knows it. You know it. You just need to admit it. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Flirting, tension, banter, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! Set in the same universe as The Rejects. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren't sure how game nights became your thing with Bucky. Maybe it was because it was how the two of you got together. You looked forward to them, especially since they had a tendency to end the same way: The "loser" of a chosen game stripping and the "winner" eventually losing their clothes, too. Both of you were winners by the time you got to bed or the nearest surface he felt like taking you on. Tonight would be no exception.

If you didn't smack him first.

"It's cute that you think I'm cute. Nothing wrong with that."

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Bucky. He had his signature panty-dropping smirk on his face as he stared back at you from across the table. It was a battle of wills and you were determined not to blink. You refused to let him win. And you refused to acknowledge his cuteness.

I won't think about his adorable smile or his sweet laugh when I crack a joke or the way his eyes go soft when I catch him staring.

"When did I say you're cute?" You asked, finally blinking when you had to. He still hadn't, his deep blue eyes laser focused as he stared.

Of course, he beat me. Damn super soldier and his skills. How the hell can anyone go that long without blinking?

"You say it with your eyes and your smile, just like I say it to you," he replied, holding his phone up as you raised your chin defiantly. Even though his words made your heart swell, you didn’t let it show out of sheer stubbornness. "You also sent me a text. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"I don't need you to-"

"How dare you be this fucking cute?!" he read, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

I sound nothing like that. And I regret hitting "send" on that text message.

"You think because the text came from my phone that I sent it? How do you know Nat or someone didn't take my phone? I mean, face it, you have no proof that I'm the one who sent that message," you said, checking your nails to avoid his gaze. "Maybe someone wanted to give you an ego boost. Not like you need one, but good for them for the effort."

The adorable nose scrunch was out in full force as he laughed and you no doubt had hearts in your eyes as the sound bounced off the walls. The fact that he could relax around you after he faced so many horrors was a wonderful feeling. "Nat has never called me cute and I'm pretty sure she was with Steve when I got this message," he pointed out as he leaned across the table and booped you on the nose with a vibranium finger when you lifted your gaze. "But you think I'm cute and I think that's adorable."

"I'm sorry, but did Sergeant Barnes just boop my nose? You actually booped my nose. We may have to take your badass card away and replace it with a ‘boop boop’."

"No deflecting and badasses can still give and receive boops," he said as he settled back in his chair. "You sent the message. We both know it."

"I did not," you stated.

Bucky licked his lips, drawing your attention to them. You wanted to feel them against yours. You needed them on your skin and between your legs. "You did."

"I did not," you repeated, your voice steady as his gaze moved down to your chest. Can a man actually touch you with his eyes? Logic told you it was physically impossible, but it didn’t stop your body from imagining that he could do so.

"You did, but do you know what's cuter?” He asked, leaning back as he grasped the bottom of his blue Henley and pulled it over his head. “You in my clothes.”

“It’s cute when I’m wearing your clothes?” You questioned, catching the garment as he tossed it your way. The whiff of his cologne made you shiver, along with something that had to come from the serum. You noticed that Steve had a hint of a similar scent to Bucky, but the Captain’s didn’t make your heart race the way the former Winter Soldier’s did. “I was going for sexy.”

“It’s very sexy,” he promised, the praise heating up your skin before he gestured to himself. “But if you don’t admit that I’m cute, you won’t get any of this tonight.”

It was your turn to laugh as you swapped out your top for Bucky’s, watching his eyes darken as you slipped it on. You did look good in his clothes. “You’re going to withhold sex from me? Please. I have a toy with your name on it that’ll do the job just fine.”

Your boyfriend smiled at your words. “Aww. You named a toy after me? That’s flattering. Do you call him Bucky? James? Sergeant? Don’t hold back on me, doll. I wanna know the details.”

“You know, the text was your fault since you decided to send me a selfie,” you defended yourself, changing the subject. It was a cute photo of him. One of many. Of course, you had to say something.

“Maybe I can fuck you with the toy first,” he suggested, your inhale sharp and quick as his voice dropped. It didn’t take long for you to feel his hand on your knee, moving dangerously slow up your leg. “Because you look so cute right before you let go. Your mouth falls open slightly and the sweetest little whine slips out. And almost a look of surprise when you gush around me, like no one else has ever made you come so hard.”

No one else ever has.

“I take it back. You’re not cute. You’re the devil,” you argued breathlessly as your legs parted, allowing his hand to glide up more.

“If I’m the devil, come and sin with me,” he smirked, his hand stopping just before it reached the middle of your thighs. “And for you to take it back is an admission that you do think I’m cute. But if you won't say it...”

“Fine, you smug bastard! I admit it. I sent it because you’re cute. You’re fucking adorable. Living proof that you can be a beast and a sweetheart,” you said as he grinned, grasping his wrist and bringing his hand to your clothed core, the fabric soaked thanks to him. “And thanks to you, I’m all wet. So either do something about it or no game nights for a month.”

His nostrils flared, knowing it wasn’t just a threat. You also knew there was no way in hell he could last that long without your game nights. He cherished them just as much as you did. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. I can play with my toy in the meantime if you’re not up for the job,” you smirked, grinding slowly against his hand. “Cutie.”

You would tell Bucky later just how cute he looked when he knocked the table out of the way to get to you. He would make sure you weren’t sore since he fucked you on the floor. It was endearing how much he cared for your well-being.

You expected nothing less from a cutie like Bucky Barnes.

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vase-of-lilies · 11 months

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Efforts to Make Amends

❀ Tfatws!Bucky x Mom!reader (f)

❀ Non-con and rape (DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT), past abuse, past parental abuse, mentions of captivity, fluff, childbirth, some suicidal ideation (but no actions), taking of virginity, some after sex bleeding, talking badly about a baby, pregnancy, dad bucky 🥺 (if there is anything else, PLEASE let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 6.3k

❀ A/N: This came to mind when I was just thinking about Buck:) I don’t know if this is already a concept, but if it is here is my take on it! :D

The cry of the newborn baby sent shivers down your spine. Not a scared shiver, or a nervous shiver. Just a shiver. You are her mother now, and you can not let this baby down. You won’t let this baby down. As the nurse gently handed the bundle of joy over to you in a pink blanket, you laid eyes on the most beautiful little thing in the world. With her eyes barely open to see, her blue eyes stared back into your own.

Tears filled your eyes as you held her to your chest, her babbles slowly dying down to soft breaths. You smiled down at the tiny human in your arms, clutching onto your finger softly. You heard the heart monitor go off, and you immediately held your daughter tighter in your arms. Not wanting to let her go, not for one second. Your OB/GYN entered the room, smiling brightly with the paperwork of your brand new baby.

“All is well with your little girl. I’ll let you decide on a name and we can fill out this boring stuff.” She chuckles and sits next to you on the bed.

“Oh, I really like this one.” She hums softly at the baby names in question. She points to the fourth one on the list that you made on a piece of paper. “Clarisse” is the name she chose. It was your mother's name. Bright, shining, gentle, and brave. She was your advocate through the years you were held captive by your own father.

Of course the circumstances of how this child came into this world is not how you imagined it, you are still eternally grateful to have her in your life.

It was at this moment you knew all too well what you had to do. You had to start brand new; New name, address, hair color. Everything you can to stay away from the life you were forced into as a child. Going by the name Carla, you set off out of the police station with your new ID, and a new life ahead of you. You couldn’t hold back the smile that had formed on your face by the time you made it to the bus stop.

Paying the bus driver, you sat down on the bench by the window. Carefully holding your newborn baby to your chest, you stare out the window at the passing cars, buildings, and people. All making their way home from work or even to work. Even the people who call themselves “superheroes” have a home to go to, don’t they? No matter where you go, you know you have to provide what's best for this baby. The police were some help, getting you your ID, colored contacts as well as a wig and a new passport. But it was a long, aggravating process. With every woman looking at your baby with prying eyes, getting ready to let their lips loose in the daily office gossip session.

Finally, it was time to leave. It was time to leave the life you were previously living, and set off on a new adventure with a new companion.

~~~~~~~

Arriving at the airport, you follow the directions to buy a ticket to Spain. With what little Spanish you knew was not the problem at this point. It was getting away from a crime populated city such as New York. The culture, the people, and the ocean around the country felt like the safest option.

“ID, ma’am.” You heard the woman at the desk say. Pulling out your ID, you make sure it is your new one. This has a special hidden key trustworthy people can scan that tells them you are a witness in protection. They are very caring with you, and question nothing if you hesitate with your new name. “Carla Davenport. Date of birth November eighteenth.” Fuck! What's the year?? “Year?” The woman asks. “U-uhm, 2001...” You almost say it as a question, but the woman smiles and hands you back your ID.

“Enjoy Spain!” She says from the desk, and onto security you go.

~~~~~~~

The plane ride was long, and agonizing with how anxious you were. But Clarisse easily soothed your nerves. The looks people gave you were noticeable, and the last few people to board on the plane seemed reluctant to sit next to you. A newborn on a plane is someone's worst nightmare. But Clarisse was a sleepy girl, and slept a majority of the flight. The moments she did start to cry, you knew she either had to be changed, or was hungry. Once you went to the bathroom, you sat on the toilet and began to breastfeed your little girl.

The mirror that was across from you, a woman you barely recognized stared back. False black-dyed locks fell around an exhausted, hurt, and abused mother. There wasn’t much that stared back. You peeled your eyes away from the mirror, and pinned them back on your little girl. Clarisse was enjoying her milk, and was soon going to fall into a milk coma. You just knew it.

Sighing as you sit back down, you look back out the window. The night sky was absolutely beautiful at this time, and you loved what it looked like. Even though Clarisse was asleep, you still pointed out the lights along the coast that shaped the continent of Africa, and soon to the lights that covered Madrid. Your new home town.

As the plane landed, you stopped at the gift shop to get a Spanish-to-English dictionary to start learning. Also stopping at a small convenience store in the airport, you exchanged all of your US dollars to Euros and bought some diapers and a diaper bag as well. It was the small things that the program didn’t provide that seemed to be the biggest issues for you. But you were grateful for the small apartment they found, and even more grateful that they provided rent for the first year of living there.

Getting a job will be difficult, but you knew that you would figure it out somehow. With how populated the world is, there is bound to be an English speaking job for you out there. But that was the least of your worries right now. What you needed the most was food, sleep, and a warm blanket for you and Clarisse. All that you needed for a couple nights was already at the apartment, and you were eternally grateful.

Finally getting to the small one bedroom apartment, you immediately lock the door behind you, and set off to the small bedroom. There is a mattress on the floor as well as a few blankets and a pillow, but other than that nothing much else. It was simple, and you liked it. Just for you and your little girl. You smiled as you saw the view out the window. The beautiful city lights shone through the fire escape balcony, giving a soft glow in the bedroom. It felt safe.

Getting out a diaper and some wipes, you begin to change Clarisse. “I know sweet girl, it’s been a long day.” You whisper, giving soft kisses to her face as she babbles into the open air. “Are you gonna sleep well tonight? Hm? Or are you gonna keep me up?” You chuckle at the small girl in front of you, and you softly tickle her sides. Her incoherent giggles are music to your ears, and it is nothing like you have ever heard before. “You are so beautiful my little flower.” You smile, nuzzling your nose against hers softly.

After getting Clarisse all settled, you decided to move the mattress just under the window to get the perfect view of the night sky. You lay your head on the pillow, a feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time. Your little girl snuggled right up next to you, and stared up at the sky as well. You knew she would grow up to be the best little girl there is, and there is no doubt about that.

~~~~~~~

Sweat covered your forehead as you ran through the cold Russian woods. Barely escaping the Hydra base with your ankles not broken. You kept running until you knew you were far enough away to take a breath. But oh... were you wrong. The Winter Soldier was right behind you, every step of the way. It almost felt like he was in the trees, stalking your every move just like your father had conditioned him to.

The man was silent as he looked for you, but the silence screamed death. You were terrified, and rightfully so. Even trying to hold your breath so no one could see it, including you, was one of the only options to stay hidden. Besides trying to hide within the trees, and snow on the ground. It was hopeless. You could already hear the crunching of the snow underneath the heavy combat boots of the Winter Soldier coming your way.

This was it, you were going to die. You never knew why your father kept you in the base, but he would not be disappointed to hear that you were gone for good. Maybe it was for the best. No one would have to worry about keeping you silent, or contained. With the secrets you know, you could uncover the world's most dangerous criminals, documents, and codes to plenty of nuclear energy. But you swore to your mother you would never tell a soul. She loved her husband and her daughter equally, but her caring nature made her keep the world she lived in safe.

You were in your thoughts for too long. ‘Fuck-’ you suck in a breath, not moving an inch as you feel the cold blade barely cut into your neck. “Please...” you couldn’t believe you were begging for mercy, but you were strong. You had to stay alive; for your mother. “Cooperate and I won’t kill you...” the soldier said in a dark voice. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to kill you.

Instead of questioning him, you gave a small nod. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. Soon the cold spread from your arms all the way down to your most intimate parts. He had sliced away at your thin hospital-like gown, and stripped you bare. You couldn’t do anything with a knife to your neck so you stayed still. “Please d-don’t, I-I’ll go back wi-with you, just p-please!” You quietly beg him, but he has already stripped himself of his own tactical pants.

He ignored your pleas, commanding you “Be a good girl and lay on your back...” A whimper left your throat and you froze. “N-no.” You stated, calmly. Instant regret filled your veins as he swiped his foot underneath yours and you fell to the ground. Your head hit a root sticking out from the ground and your vision was rendered blurry. “P-please...” Your attempt of a small plea exited your mouth, but you gave up.

His veiny, god-like sculpted cock filled your cunt to the brim. You tried to scream, but nothing would come out. He started to thrust, and thrust, and thrust. It felt like it never ended. His blue eyes stared into your dull y/e/c eyes with no emotion or mercy. He was told to do this to you, and it traumatized you. With no luck, you tried to push him away but he was quick to pin your hands above your head with his strong arms. One metal, one flesh.

“It's ok... just take it...” Was he trying to comfort you?

“I- I can’t...”

“You will.” That was the very last thing before you were left in darkness, unconscious and barely alive.

~~~~~~~

Clarisse lets out a small cry, waking you up instantly. “Hey sweet pea, shh shh mommas got you.” You whisper to her, gently rocking her in your arms. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew for sure you only slept a wink. You stayed up the rest of the night, helping her to sleep, feeding her every now and then, and getting only some sleep yourself. You were more than happy to stay awake for her, and that was a sacrifice you were willing to take.

Once the sun started to come up, you yawned and decided to see what snacks you had brought from the airport. Some ChexMix and an apple was enough until you gathered enough courage to go grocery shopping. It had to be about 9:00 once Clarisse started to wake up. Swaying her as she drank from your breast, you hummed her a soft song and smiled from above her. As she drank, you began to grab what money you had, Charisse's baby bag and a face mask just in case someone did end up recognizing you. It would be lethal to have anyone from Hydra even know you exist.

~~~~~~~

Bucky POV:

Of course I regret everything. I have to live with what I have done every day of my life, and deep down I know that I can’t blame myself for my actions. It’s not something to get used to. Some would say that I have gotten used to hearing the last breath come from someone's gurgling throat. Some would say that “he likes to watch them die.” But in truth, nothing is worse than seeing someone's life drain from their eyes just like a painting being washed away; the paint clinging to life to stay on the canvas but the water just too damn strong.

A victim I remember very clearly, said whilst looking through the barrel of my gun “Fools make romance of death, for it is brutal and cruel. That I say be at peace with my passing is not such a thing. But once it is done, I will be safe and sound once more. I will live as long as I can, be with you as many days as we are sent, then keep me in your memories. I will see you again. That is a promise.” He was right, I would see him again. Not in heaven, or hell where I belong. But in my nightmares every single night. Therapy can only do so much for a broken, lost and helpless soldier. Let alone a 106 year old one.

However, I was slowly making amends with the people who were fortunately left alive. Yori Nakasima, the sweet old man I have lunch with every Tuesday is just an example. He was not a victim, but his son was. He was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, and in turn he fell straight to the line of fire. My line of fire. No matter how much I try, I can never expel the begging that came from his mouth. He was innocent and had absolutely nothing to do with that mission. Simply… a loose knot that had to be tied tight. Yori and I went our own ways, and it makes me happy to see him still go to the same restaurant every Tuesday. He may not remember our conversation, but rest assured he can sleep knowing what happened to his son.

One more name.

One more name and I can throw this damned book away.

Y/n Y/L/n.

Y/n has been on this list for four to eight months now. Her name staring back at me with anger and regret. God why did her own father make me do this? Thoughts were racing through my head as I searched for Y/n, but nothing came up besides death certificates. She can’t be dead. She has to be alive, I know that she got out of there alive… Going deep into police, military and FBI/CIA records, along with the witness protection program as a sergeant, I was able to find someone by the name of Carla Davenport. I obviously knew this was wrong, and I was mostly doing this for myself. But there was one part of me that wanted to tell her that she is safe, and that she could finally rest with her guard down.

Doing further research, I finally came across an address. I lucked out by being in Madrid at the time with Zemo and Sam while I did my research. All I had left was to confront her and tell her my intentions. Knowing Y/n, she would be feisty, careful but most likely fearless. I know her, and she would fight with every last cell of energy in her body to win. I slightly jump as I hear my phone buzz and I answer Sam.

“Hey Sam.” I said, jotting down Y/n’s new address. I heard a sigh on the other line, and I knew I was in for something.

“I got a call from a CIA agent who found a breach in the witness protection program. Was that you?” Sam replies.

“Uh, why would you think it would be me? I have no reason to be on that site in the first place.” Seriously? What kind of answer was that?? “Dr. Raynor told me you needed to find some people… Buck come on man, we could have done this together.”

“Whatever happened to patient privacy? I found what I needed, so can I log out and be on my way?”

“Listen, I know you’re hurting. Especially over Y/n. I'll help you find her, but can we please do it the legal way?” He sounded convincing enough that he actually wanted to help, but I knew that it was just a ploy. Or, maybe that was my irrational thoughts talking for me.

“I’ve gotta do this on my own. She is the last one before I can finally go out and live how I want to. She will determine if I deserve to be free.” There was silence for a short period of time, and then another soft sigh from the man on the other line.

“Alright, fine. But if I get one more phone call telling me you did something illegal, you’re kicked off my team for charades, and you are going to talk with Dr. Raynor. Do you understand?”

I chuckled at his threat, and I nodded to myself. “Yeah, Sam. I understand. I wouldn’t want to bother Captain America with calls from random CIA agents about the site of witnesses in protection. This is honestly something Raynor should have let me do. She was the one who told me to “use your resources'' where there was nothing else to use. Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Buck. Have a good night.”

Hanging up the phone, I sigh and I finish writing down the information from the website. Now that I knew where she lived, it would then be the hard part of everything. Telling her what I did, and apologizing for it.

~~~~~~~

Your POV:

It had now been three full weeks of living in Madrid and you were living your best life! You had a desk job dealing with English complaints for a website that was fully in Spanish, and your little girl could be with you all day long. Being able to earn a stable living was nice in such a large and new country. Also with your new way of life, you were not living off of ramen and buttered toast. You were able to make full meals with fresh ingredients from the finest vendors just down the street from your apartment. Steamed vegetables, freshly cooked meat that only needed a little bit of heating in the oven and your own seasonings and finally the glorious, melt-in-your-mouth Churros con Chocolate was what you were blessed with for dessert. It was heaven, and you were living in it with such happiness.

Clarisse is now one month old, and has been a little more aware of what she can do with her body. Even at this young age, she knows who you are and who you are to her. Soon she’ll be running around on two healthy legs with energy skyrocketing every second. Watching her grow up is the highlight of your life, and you never wanted it to end. Her eyes would scan each room you went through, each aisle you walked down, and even grabbed up at you from your arms as you made your way down to the baby section. Clothes, shoes, food. Clothes, shoes, food. All you needed was those three things, and you would be on your way.

It was a relief that you had not encountered a challenge by anyone. Not when little Clarisse cried for a little bit, and not even when the panic set in at the sound of the bustling cars outside the store. It was a success, and you could not wait to get home. Checking out with ease, you held Clarisse close to you as you took your groceries in the small basket on the back of your bike, and strapped the little girl into her car seat carrier on the front of your bike. “All safe and sound, my sweet girl,” You whisper, gently putting her blanket over her. On the way back to your apartment, you followed the same route to and from. Two lefts, a right, up the hill and to the left. It was almost a song you replayed over and over in your head, just to help you get home. Just like your mother taught you;

Down the hall and to the left, a little bit longer, up the stairs and in my arms you go! This song was to navigate the hallways of the large house your father had bought your family before he decided to keep you as his own lab rat.

Once you made it into the safe walls of your home, the lock was the first thing in place after putting your bike inside. Clarrise still strapped in her seat, you rolled the bike to the far wall of your kitchen. The babbling baby in her carrier made you smile as she reached out to you, her feet kicking in excitement as she made eye contact.

Holding your little girl felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Not only was this life forced upon you, but this baby took everything from you. Your passion for dancing and painting, your want to go to college, desire to learn and grow. This creature that is in need of so much care and attention took all of that from you. But so did he. He hurt you the most.

Every day memories flow through your brain like a movie projecting onto a loosely hanging sheet. Warped, but clear for a person to know what happened. It was your duty to Clarrise that she did not know your past, and that she was brought into this life in a way that is a crime. And she never had to know. Having her not grow up with a father was a sacrifice you were willing to take to keep her protected from the pain you went through.

Your alarm on your phone went off, and you sat down on the couch to feed Clarrise. As you unclipped your padded bra, you froze at the sound of a knock came from the front door. Luckily Clarrise didn’t seem too hungry at the moment, so you slowly approached the door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a man. He had short brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He looked… gentle.

As you held your child close to your chest you slowly opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

He looked down at you, a hight difference clearly present. He smiled at the small child in your arms and responded to your question. “Im looking for Carla. Does she live here?”

You nod and say “I am her, is there something I can do for you?” You ask again, wanting a reason for the sudden visit from this man. He looked back to your face and you made eye contact with him, it was his eyes that looked so familiar.

“Right, I just moved in down the hall way and wanted to introduce myself. Im James Barnes, and I’m from 107, that way.” He pointed down the hall way and you followed his finger. You nodded with a smile. “Well, its nice to meet you James. Would you like to come in? I was just about to feed this little one, but if you don’t feel comfortable with breast feeding, you don’t have to come in.”

You invite him in, not thinking of the dangers or intents of this man. He kindly accepts and enters your small apartment. Offering him a seat on the couch, you sit down opposite from him in the rocking chair. Putting a cover over Clarrise, you begin to feed her, the milk coming from your breasts entering her mouth as she begins to feed.

“What brings you to Spain? I don’t know a lot of English speakers here besides the land lord.” You say, wanting to start conversation. He nods and shrugs, smiling softly.

“I just needed a change of scenery, thats all.” He keeps his answer simple, not knowing how to bring himself to tell you what he did.

“Have I seen you around? You seem very familiar, maybe in the market?” You ask, knowing you have seen him somewhere.

This was his chance, this is the time to tell her.

“No, I don’t think it was in the market,” He says in a sad tone. “It was a while back, I- um, I worked with Hydra. For your father. A-and I was ordered to do something very harmful to you, and I believe it was the result of- of her…” He slowly explains as he takes off his glove, revealing his metal hand.

Your heart drops, the puzzle piece finally fitting in the right place in your mind. Tears pool in your eyes as you look from his eyes to his hand. The metal one. The memories come flooding back to your head, the nightmares, the feelings, and the eyes. His eyes, those got forbidden eyes. As cold as ice, yet as blue as the ocean of where you pictured yourself at the time of his assault.

"I am only here to apologize. I am not asking for forgiveness. I am no longer the winte-”

“Why,” you cut him off. “Why did you do it?” Your voice cracks, many emotions coming through your gritted teeth.

His eyes softened at your broken voice, and he sighs softly looking down at his hand. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“What did my father do? What did he do to you?” You ask, pity also filling your voice as you too know what horrors other prisoners went through. You felt bad, even for him. You tear your eyes away from him, moving them to your baby, his baby.

“He did horrible things, but nothing compares to what he did to you. What he made me do to you. I- Im so sorry Y/n…” He takes the risk of saying your name, not expecting anything from it.

“What are you doing here, James? What do you expect me to do?” I ask, trying to understand why he is here. “Did you come to finish the job?” You ask the question that dreaded your mind the moment he told you who he was.

“No, not at all. I actually came here to offer protection. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me or the life you had to endure when under the horrors of Hydra.”

You considered. You actually considered letting him stay and try to protect you. “What or who am I in danger of?” You counter his offer, trying to prove something but unsure of what. You sigh and shake your head. “Forget about it. Im in the witness protection program, so protection shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Carla. How do you think I found you?” He asks, exposing what he did to find you.

Your brows furrowed and you glared at him. “I see.”

You didn’t engage anymore, you were numb and didn’t know how to feel about the situation. You felt violated all over again, by the same man. “Leave. Please just go.” You whisper, tears falling freely down your cheeks. Once Clarrise was done eating, you clipped your breast back into your bra and stood up. You didn’t notice James put a card on your coffee table as he made his way to your door.

“I understand your fears. I hope you have found safety in Spain, Carla.” He said emotionlessly, actually understanding your fears. As he went back to his apartment which he did actually buy, he sighed and shut the door.

As he dialed the only phone number he actually knew, he slid down the door and sat against it as the line rung. He closed his eyes and let his head hit the door.

“Hey, you’ve reached Sam Wilson, Trauma counselor at the department of veterans affairs. Please leave a message and I will call you back when I’m free. Thanks!”

“Sam, It’s done. She- She’s crossed off the list.”

~~~~~~~

Hours had passed by the time you could even speak. “How could he have found us?” You ask as you bounce Clarrise in your arms. The sleeping little girl in your arms was clueless to your question, hopefully dreaming of running free and not in hiding anymore. “My god, maybe it would be good to have protection…”

You were talking to Clarrise as if she understood, but you knew she didn’t. You give her head a small kiss, looking in the direction of the coffee table in the middle of your small living room. An index card sat on the corner, scribbled on it was a phone number and a sloppy “107” on the bottom. You knew who this was from.

You sighed and sat on the couch, cuddling your baby close to your chest, clutching her as if she would disappear. Staring at the piece of paper in your hands you contemplate calling him, contemplating on apologizing. Apologizing on your fathers behalf.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached for your phone and dialed the number.

~~~~~~~

Bucky jumped at the ring of his cell phone. He instantly recognized the number from the witness protection program website.

“Hello?”

You took a few seconds before talking. “I know you know who this is. I’m making dinner a-and was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Bucky was taken a back by the sudden invitation, “Oh, sure I would love to. What time should I be there?”

Responding rather quickly, you said, “Now?”

Before he could say anything, you had hung up and began making dinner. Boiling water for the noodles, opening up some seasonings you had just bought and putting the bread in the oven, you were ready for James.

He knocked on your door and you put Clarrise in her bassinet in the living room, keeping an eye on her as you cooked. As you opened the door, you smiled softly at James. Instead of fearing him, you wrap your arms around him. He freezes, not yet used to such a gentle gesture from someone.

As you sigh into him, he returns the hug and softly wraps his arms around you too. “Im so sorry James. Im sorry for everything my father did to you…” You know you shouldn’t have to apologize, but you can’t help but feel obligated knowing what James went through.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. It was and never will be your fault. Do you understand me?” James said, giving you a soft squeeze.

You nod silently in response, and you gently pull away; tears falling from your eyes. Out of instinct, he cups your cheek and tenderly wipes the tears from your cheeks.

You lean into his benevolent touch and look up at him, a sense of security falling over yourself. Even though you knew him as the winter soldier, you knew you were safe with James. You knew that Clarrise was his child as well, and that she was safe with James.

Gently reaching for his hand, you lead him into your home. He shuts the door behind him, and smiles as you walk to the kitchen continuing your work making dinner. You pause and look over at Clarrise who is now wide awake.

“Do you want to meet her?” You ask, noticing James looking over at the babbling baby.

He nods with a smile, subconsciously knowing that Clarrise is his child. As you approach the bassinet, you smile down at her. “Hi sweetheart, are you awake?” You ask in a small voice, smiling as she smiles back up at you. Picking her up, you hold her against your chest, looking to James with a smile.

“I named her Clarrise, after my mother. Do you want to give her a middle name?” You ask, subconsciously accepting that he is her father. He looked to you and tilted his head.

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to force himself into the life you and Clarrise already have. You nod and wait for him to give an answer. “What about Sarah? After my sister?”

Your ears perked at the word ‘sister,’ “You have a sister?” You ask with smile.

“I had a sister. She um, she passed away a couple years ago. But she was sweet, and I think that it would be perfect for this sweet girl as well.” You smile at his suggestion and nod in approval.

“Clarrise Sarah Barnes.” You utter, gently handing James your baby girl. “It’s ok, you won’t hurt her, I know you won’t.” Looking up at him, you can see the hesitation in his eyes. As he takes Clarrise in his arms, the connection is clear between them. A father-daughter bond that no one can just create. She was his.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mother.” He subtly compliments you, himself falling for you. This time in the form of true love, not forced love. You feel your cheeks heat up, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

“She has her fathers eyes,” You point out Clarrise's blue eyes, still slightly forming as she grows. “And his bravery.” Adding onto her attribute, you look at James face as he interacts with the baby.

Thinking of his preposition, you say to him, “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little protection. I-it would be nice to not feel so scared going out. Clarrise I bet would love to have her father around as well.”

You anxiously wait for James’s reaction, hoping he doesn’t think you are moving to fast. Relief flooded your system as he nods. “I promise you, no one will hurt you. Not anymore.” He says, turning his head back to you. “I promise, Carla.”

You shake your head, and wave your hand a little bit. “Y/n is fine. Im sick of being someone Im not.”

He chuckles softly. “Trust me, I get it.” You smile and you move next to him, leaning on his strong bicep as you both look down at your beautiful baby girl.

“James?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

You pause.

You smile as he transfers Clarrise back into your arms. She has fallen asleep again, so you put her back in her bassinet. With the knowledge that both of her parents looking down at her, it makes you feel secure and safe.

You turn to Bucky and look up at him, your hands coming to meet his cheeks. The proximity of the both of you made your heart beat quicker, and your mind blank. You did what you felt was right and leaned forward, connecting your lips with his. His hands hold your waist gently, and he pulls you into him. You pull away breathlessly and he kisses your temple. You move your arms around his torso, and he holds you in an embrace, his chin resting on your head.

"I’d like you to stay. Please.” You answer, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth as you feel him nod his head.

“Of course, princess, of course.” He cradles the back of your head in his large hand and kisses your forehead once again. He may have hurt you in the past, but he’s gained a little bit of your trust. He showed you that he is sorry, and you understand that it was not his fault. In this new chapter of your life, you know you will make it far.

And so will your baby girl.

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Series

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

3B by @softlyspector

"Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye".

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Sugar by @softlyspector

"By a miracle of fate, Bucky Barnes does not fall off of the train. He does not spend decades as a brainwashed assassin. Instead, he goes home to Brooklyn to spend his life with a girl he adores, a snarky nurse that he met during the war. Told through a series of non-chronological one-shots."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

The Florist, The Beekeeper & The Pumpkin Carver by @softlyspector

Home & Better by @softlyspector

For The Love Of The Game by @pellucid-constellations (college/baseball AU)

"Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it."

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations (lumberjack!bucky)

"Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either."

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

A Correspondence Of Obligation by @pellucid-constellations (prince!bucky)

"Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls".

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

A Million Reasons by @pellucid-constellations

"Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that's technically part of the community, have to put up with him. Every day. And he won't stop killing your plants."

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Never Let You Go by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"After losing the woman they love, Bucky and Steve make a desperate decision with unimaginable consequences."

A Love That Never Leaves by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"Sometimes when you go looking for the past, you find things you never expected. When an accident brings him face to face with something he never knew he lost, Bucky Barnes begins to understand an age old truth – it’s so easy, sometimes, to love the things that destroy us."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected."

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Three Shades of A Man by @bitsandbobsandstuff

"It was different every time, what Bucky needed from you to survive himself. It was in these moments you saw the shades behind the mask he wore in front of the world"

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

The Witness by @wkemeup (detective!bucky)

By Any Other Name by @wkemeup (FBI!bucky)

Sunrise by @wkemeup (armyvet!bucky)

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup (biker!bucky)

Sky Full Of Song by @wkemeup (pirate!bucky)

Pride & Privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Feelings Are Fatal by @sunmoonandeddie

Appointments by @noctumbra

Codename: Lazarus by @sagechanoafterdark

I'll Take Care Of It by @tellmealovestory

Something More by @tellmealovestory (modern au)

It's a Deal by @justreadingfics

Looking For A Heartbeat by @justreadingfics

Bad Match by @justreadingfics

Lumby & Bunny by @sweetdreamsbuck (lumberjack!bucky)

Florist Bucky by @navybrat817

Biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Soft Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

The Two of Us by @bucky-bucket-barnes

The Five Times Bucky Saved You... by @buckysknifecollection

Tiktok Trend by @tuiccim

Snow by @delaber

Personal Pillow by @buckyalpine

Untouched by @buckyalpine

Wait, What? by @buckyalpine

Untouched by @buckyalpine

Project V by @babyboibucky

"You ask your best friend Bucky a favor of a lifetime." Pairing College!Bucky Barnes x Reader"

What's Left Behind by @ussgallifrey

"The world turned upside down the minute you let your guard down and, despite it all, you just had to keep going because… what else could you do at a time like this?"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

The Kids Aren't Alright by @ussgallifrey

"Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy but, between the three of you, there’s enough lyrics to write an anthem. You’re doomed from the start"

Pairing: Steve x named!Female Reader x Bucky

Updated 4/11/2023

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Day Twenty-Two: Bucky Barnes + Thigh Job

It had been to long since you had even seen Bucky. First it was a mission that they needed to go on, and then when they had gotten back you got just enouhg time to give your boyfriend a kiss and a flat hug.

Before Steve was dragging him away, "remember you said you wanted to go on a fishin' trip when we got back release some of the pent up enegry on something good." Steve said as he patted Bucky on the shoulder. You gave Bucky a sad look, and he retuned it.

Now that had been two weeks ago. The last time you two had laid together in the same, hell since you had even talked to him. You really needed to talk to him about getting a phone so you could at least call him.

The night Bucky left for his fishin' trip with Steve you were already aching. Panties soaked through with antipation that had been clouded and shoved away when Steve wisked your boyfriend away from you.

You laid in bed without your boyfirend and groaned in frustration. You hadn't been able to do a lot of things because Bucky was gone. Hell you missed him like crazy, and you hoped he did to. You yawned as another wave of tiredness washed over you.

You really aren't sure when you settled in to Bucky's side of the bed. When your hand had slipped under the sheets, and pushed aside the wet cotton panties you were wearing. You just know that the feeling of your fingers ever so gently passing over your clit coverred in your own slick made your head fall back and into the pillow.

You came that night not as hard as usual by any means, so used to Bucky's thick, and rough fingers. Regardless you came with Bucky's name on your tongue, and your cheek in his pillow.

A week later when Bucky came walking into the bedroom. He held a doppy smile on his face, but smelt of fish and year old jerky. You looked up from your book, eyes scanning over the edges of your glasses.

"Decide to come back home to your girlfriend." You teased. He turned dropping both his work duffel, and his other personal bag from the boys trip. "You know I know you Y/n." He said, walking over to the side of the bed.

You shook your head, "I can…" Bucky went to say, "You smell Bucky, you need a shower." You weren't teasing him, so he frowned down at you. "Sersiously then you can love me all you want, but you need to take a shower." You said pressing a hand into his taunt tummy, and pushing him away.

He was in and out of the shower within minutes. "Baby!" he whined as he walked back into the bedroom. A white towels wrapped aroind his wasit every so loosely. Enough so you could see his v-line, and some short hairs.

"Better now?" Buckys drawl coming out. You nod your head, returning your attention back to your book. Bucky stood there for a moment. Normally a little tease here and there would put you right in the mood. Like water in his hands, but soemthing was off.

Bucky walked away confused and worried. "Baby?' he asked, sadness and worry in his voice. "Hmm." You hummed not bothering you to even look up. "What's on your mind dove?" He asked you. "I… Nothing I just missed you is all." Your tone has defintly dropped since the tease words you spoke to Bucky just a few minutes ago.

Bucky looks at you. "I missed you too doll." He says as he dress in sweatpants, and lays in bed next to you. You sit in silence with each other. "Baby." Bucky whispered real close into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine.

"Can I make it up to you?" Bucky asks his voice a little whiny, but you think for a moment. Normally if Bucky is making it up to you it's over dinner, or giving you gifts. "How Buck?" You ask him curoius about he's thinking about.

"How about I take care of ya? Take care of my good girl?" Bucky offers, and the thought intrigues you. You've missed him in more then one way. "Okay." You mumble. Bucky's face lights up with excitment, and his sweats grow tight.

Your boyfriend is also so sweet, and gentle with you. Sometimes you wished that he waqs rough, harder whenever the two fo you fucked. "Bucky plea-please" You moan out as Bucky sucks on your swoolen clit. Bucky looks up through his long, dark lashes. Popping off your clit, "What do you need baby." He drawls rubbing circles into your hip bone.

"Just… can we try something?" You ask even though your throughly fucked out of your life. You catch your breath, and explain to Bucky what you want to do. "Where'd you see this?" He asks first. You aren't caught, just have to explain yourself out of this one. "I… you were… and I was…" Bucky's hand lands on your cheek and realize that he climbed up the rest of your body in your mumbled words.

"I'm just teasing, I know you missed me cause I missed you doll." Bucky whispers up agasint your lips. The two you switch spots on the bed. Bucky leans his back into the bed frame, and waits for you. Bucky's large thigh lay out in front of you as you take a gentle seat. Shoving his between your plush thigh and infront of your bare, wet cunt.

The head of his cock bumping ever so slightly into your clit made you almost moan out strings of curses. You watched as Bucky thrusted his cock between the plush fat of your thighs. "Oh fuck…" "So soft, so fucking warm…" Bucky moaned out as he continued to pinsted his cock between your thighs.

You watched with awe, and as you bounced on his lap you leaned into the warmth and hands that wrapped around you.

Completed on: 08/06/23

Posted on: 10/22/23

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wh0reforoldmen · 11 months

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I'm Sorry

Pairing: Softdark!Lumberjack! Bucky X Fem!Reader

warnings: Angst, fluff??, manipulation, implied imprisonment, implied dubcon/noncon depending on how you interpret it, Not beta red, written on my phone while sleep deprived, tell me if I missed anything.

word count: 1.13k

summary: You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

You didn't hear the door slam, you didn't even hear him come into the house or walk upstairs and open the door.

"Honey," he spoke from the doorway, his voice soft and soft and smooth.

You sucked up a breath and slowly lifted your head, the ache at the back of your neck made you wince. Your arms and legs were bound to the bed so you couldn't escape.

Bucky had two things in hand, a small thin box and something that looked like a bouquet. The black room made it hard to tell just from the light behind him.

"Hey there," he greeted, turning on the lights with a smile on his face.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes and waited to adjust to the light before opening them. The first thing that caught your eye wasn't the gifts, but how sweaty he was, his red and white chequered flannel shirt was open revealing his chiselled and toned chest, his skin sheen with sweat, his hair was scruffed up, strands escaped the hair tie and was free to go wild, a few strands sticking up from his scalp. You couldn't lie, he always looked good after chopping down some trees, and while he's doing it is even better. Some days if you wake up early enough, you can hear him grunt and groan, followed by the sound of wood splitting.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind, your eyes wander to the gifts; a box of your favourite chocolate and a bouquet, bright red and fresh roses and soft pink tulips with other flowers and green decorations you didn't know the name of. It was nice, considerate even, but it was from him. And you didn't want anything from him.

"You like them? I picked them myself, thought of you," he explained with a smile, walking over to you, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak with every step. You still wonder how he gets around the house with no shoes in silence.

"Don't want them," you hissed, turning your head and facing away from him.

A month you've been here. A month being in this room. A month being in this house unwillingly. You just walked passed his shop a few months ago, and here you are, tied to a bed so you can't escape, no one looking for you, and with James fucking Barnes. The hot lumberjack who is the most fucked up person you've ever met!

Bucky was stunned at your words, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to work, and then he feeds you and cares for you even when you're having a bad day. He thought it'll be nice to treat you, but this is how you repay him?

"I'm sorry?" He asked as it came out as a chuckle, keeping his anger at bay.

"You heard me! I. Don't.want.them." You spat, turning your heat, eyebrows furrow, your jaw tight before you looked away again.

The control over his anger snapped.

"Listen here, missy!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt and yanking you towards him, earning him a gasp.

"I'm the only one who works around here; I feed you, I look after you, I make sure you're comfortable, I make sure that you're happy here. And this is the thanks I get?" He snarled. "I try my damn hardest, and this is what I get. Someone who is an ungrateful girl! Thanks, it lets me know I'm appreciated around here!"

He threw you back down on the bed, bouncing at the force as you watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him and storming down the stairs. You didn't know when you started to cry but you felt the hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You hated yelling in general, and that lost you. You hated it.

You kept your sobs at bay as you laid down on the comfortable bed, the soft pillows embarrassing you and your tears. You couldn't even hug yourself since the restraints were too short.

You stared at the blank ceiling as tears continued to flow. You didn't get it though. You were crying over him yelling at you. He was upset. And that made you upset. Why? It shouldn't have! What's happening?

It took you a few minutes to calm down but the sounds of Bucky grunting and the sound of the logs being split in two in one or two hits wasn't a good sign.

You turned to your side and listened to his grunts as they lulled you to sleep, the pillow still wet on your cheek.

Bucky had walked back in a few hours later, his anger gone and what was left was hurt. He wanted to care for you. He loves you! Yes, he did take you from your home, but it was for a good cause! You love him too. He knows it. You may not yet, but he knows that deep down in that big heart of yours, you love him and you'll forgive everything that he's done.

He sighed as he made his way upstairs with a glass of water. He saw red when he was yelling at you, but when he heard the soft sobs after he walked out made his heart shatter into a million pieces. But it is what you deserve. You're in his house, and he rests you like a guest but you're rude. Hopefully, you've learnt.

Slowly, he opened the door to your room and smiled as he saw you sleeping peacefully. You did look a little uncomfortable due to the soft rope, but he had to ensure you weren't going anywhere.

Bucky silently walked over to you, sliding off his shoes and quietly laying next to you on top of the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You must have woken up from it because you looked behind you, your face had fear written all over it.

"I do anything for you, I do everything. I thought that you'd like them, but apparently not…" he mumbled, shaking his head "think you have something to say to me,"

Your brain screamed at you to not say anything, to keep your eyes away from his, but your eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The softness towards you, the love and admiration no one ever gave you. "I'm sorry, Bucky. Having a bad day…" you whisper, looking down. "I do like them I just… miss home,"

"This is your home, honey. I promise, it will look better than this with our children, but baby steps," he smiled, planting a kiss on your head before kissing down your cheek, to your neck.

"I think I have an idea how to cheer you up,"

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

info: welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

chapter one; a lover of past.

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"You will welcome Barnes kindly, and this is directed to you, Stark" Fury had said plainly, all Tony could do was roll his eyes and scoff loudly. "You hear me?" Fury had barked out, with another signature Tony Stark eye roll he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah be nice to the man who killed my mom and dad." All Bucky could do was look down in shame but Natasha put a hand on his shoulder and mumbled to him in Russian.

"Ignore his ass." He chuckled softly and nodded, still being as quiet as ever.

"Since we are all here right now, I have a mission for you, Romanoff." Fury turned to the Black widow and she nodded, her beautiful red curls bouncing slightly.

"Hit me." She said firmly, they all look at the war table and a small hologram of a woman, no older than 30 popped up. Bucky's eyes widen slightly and he turned to Natasha and said to her n Russian.

"That can't be...is it her?" Natasha was equally shocked but hid it more. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked back up at Fury and into his one singular eye.

"Y/n Agapov, known as the Winter Widow was selected by HYDRA to create the first and only other successful Winter Soldier besides Barnes, she was in the Red Room. And you knew her, Romanoff." The head of S.H.E.I.L.D stated to the group of men and women, all Bucky could do, was stare at her delicate features. It was almost like yesterday, when he first met her.

"Romanoff, you leave tomorrow night and head to Washington D.C. There have been multiple reports of random deaths and we think its her, you will take her here into custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. I do not care how you do so, we need her here. You have a week to find her" Fury looked at her and she nodded.

"Yes sir." She said firmly and Fury nodded in apporval.

"Good, then you all are dismissed. Oh, Rodgers, held Barnes set up his room." Steve nodded and everyone walked off, Bruce to one of the labs, Tony to his room, Natasha to the training room, and the others all out and about on the helicarrier.

"Thanks, Steve. Y'know, for clearing my name." Bucky said softly, his eyes on his best friends ocean blue eyes as he chuckes and puts his hand on Bucky's right shoulder.

"Of course, jerk." He chuckles and Bucky just rolled his eyes. They walked through the automatic doors and into another part of the large jet that had another war table, but for them to look at bounties and such, they walk up a small flight of stairs and next to Steves room there was a small sign above the door that said 'Sgt. Barnes.'

Bucky puts his flesh hand on the small hand scanner and walked inside to see a plain room, no decoration but just a small desk, bed, bathroom and a closet.

"You can get stuff you want, ask Tony-" Bucky looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't be askin' him for anothin'..." He mumbled and Steve sighed and looked around and saw his clothes, all plain red, white and black Henley's, dark blue or black jeans, one brown leather jacket, his gloves and a black hat.

"Buck, you gotta get creative. And with your clothes too." Steve mumbled and Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to his closet.

"Whats is wrong with my choice of apparel?"

"Who says apparel?"

"Me, punk."

Steve rolled his eyes and turned around to walk out.

"I'll be at the main deck, you get situated." Steve gave a warm smile and walked out, the automatic door shutting behind him. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, thinking. Something he does to much nowadays. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

three days later

She had blood splattered on her face as she showered, her body littered in scars as the hot water trickled down her bare body. She heard faint scratching noises, she knew damn well it was Natasha.

"I do hope you know that its rude to break into someone apartment while they shower." She said firmly and Natasha froze, she walked to the door with her gun in hand and opens the door to find Y/n in her towel, her hair dripping wet and her body glistening.

She had a pistol in her hand and Natasha just gave a small grin.

"Well I just wanted to see my old friend."

"Oh really? Why do you have your S.H.E.I.L.D uniform on, hm?" The woman snapped back, her y/e/c eyes dark, not showing any emotion.

"Listen, I'm here to recruit you."

'That's a lie.'

Y/n scoffed and said in Russian.

"They already have their hands full. Why the hell would they want me." Her voice was sharp, and dark. she circled around Natasha and eventually put her gun down and walked to her room."Natalia, you know they don't want another assassin." She added on in Russian and Natasha sighed and walked with her, also putting her gun down.

"It's complicated, but please, I just want you to do this one thing for me one last time then I won't ask for any more favors." She responded and Y/n sighed and takes her towel off and puts her clothes on. A simple pair of black sweats and a Mayhem shirt.

"Fine, only if you promise me that this is the last thing you ask of me for a while." Y/n turned to look at Natasha and she nodded.

"Promise."

Y/n smiled then hugged Natasha, her arms wrapped around her chest. Natasha could smell her perfume, the mango and grapefruit and tonka bean filed her senses.

"You still wear Ed Hardy?" Natasha sassed playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes at her comment but grins nonetheless.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it Natalia?" She snapped back playfully and Natasha pulled away and gave smile, a genuine smile.

"No, just weird how you have been wearing the same perfume for the past 8 years." Natasha shrugged and looked around Y/n's apartment and saw all her Miss me jeans, her plain black, white and sage green long sleeves. "God and your style is still the same, you still wear these horrendous shirts that never show off anything?" Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Natalia. But they show my figure!" Y/n whines and Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and looked at her.

"You wanna head out right now so we can get this over with?" The red-head questioned and Y/n nodded while grabbed her pistol and puts it in her purse.

"I guess." She smiled at her old friend they walk out of her apartment. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

Once they got to the massive helicarrier, several agents all tackled Y/n.

"Y/n I'm sorry..." Natasha mumbled and Y/n looked up at her as they tranquilize her with sedatives that would kill the average human.

"N-Natalia-" she mumbled before her hit the floor, everything went black.

The S.H.I.E.L.D agents all drag the Winter Widow into a cell and lock her up with metal cuffs and inside a glass case. Similar to the one Bucky was in once. All the Avengers plus Fury and Agent Maria hill were in the room with the locked up assasin.

Bucky's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at her unconscious body, he hated seeing her, or anyone in that damn cell.

"Why do we have to lock her up? Can't we just talk like normal people?" Sam asked and turned to Fury.

"We don't know what the hell she'll do. She could be agreeing, then murder us all in our sleep." Fury muttered sarcastically, right as he said that her eyes started to flutter open. "Well good morning Mrs. Agapov! I hope Romanoff didn't give you too much trouble." Fury stated in his usual sarcastic tone.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Y/n yelled as she looked around, her eyes landing on Bucky and she stops everything and whispers in Russian "James..?"

His eyes widen, her voice was so soft, and angelic it made him weak in the knees. It was almost prayer-like. All he wanted was for her to break free and be happy, not be here, caged.

"Oh my god..." He mumbled and Fury looked at Y/n.

"I see you know Barnes as well, how?" He asked as he circled the caged woman, his one eye burning into her soul.

"Why should I tell you?" She asked, her eyes were cold, and sharp. It made everyone except Fury feel uneasy.

"Because we are debating whether locking you up or not." She scoffed and sat back, her eyes not looking away for one second.

"Should I, James?" She questioned him in Russian, all he did was shrug.

"Leave out the bloody parts, nobody wants to hear that," He responded and Fury rolled his eye.

"Any day now, Mrs. Agapov." He barked and she rolled her eyes and said firmly.

"He trained me and Natalia in the Red Room. We had become...good friends. He taught me how to fight, and he is why I was chosen for the Winter Soldier program and was given Super Soldier serum." She stated simply, and Bucky nodded when Fury looked at him for confirmation.

"I see, well, Mrs. Agapov, we think we could use you for the greater good of this world. So I have a deal." Fury looked at the woman and she nodded. "We will clear your name and all information of you being in the Red Room, only if you agree to become one of us. Whether it would be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent of Avenger."

She bit her lip, thinking. She nodded and Fury stood up.

"Good, now, for now you will have to share a room with Barnes. We will get you a room in a week." She nodded and Fury motions for the agents to start unlocking her, but she felt Bucky’s eyes in her, not that she minded how he looked at her so adoringly…

Once she got out of the metal and glass cell she walked over to bucky and smiled softly.

“James…” she mumbled softly and he smiled. His eyes where filled with happiness. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

DATE; UNKNOWN

The woman and man were leaning on one another, her soft y/h/c locks cascading down her shoulders, his chocolate brown hair in a small pony-tail and his head was on hers. His eyes shut as so were hers and he whispers to her in Russian.

"Darling...I..." He started but she looked up at kisses his chin and mumbled to him.

"I know, James..." She started, she sighed and looked back up at him. "I'm afraid too...I-I don't want to forget you..." All he could do was sigh and put his hand on her head and run his hands through her soft hair. He presses a soft kiss on her temple and mumbled into her hair.

"No matter what, I will find you. Or you find me...Either way, we will find each other, no matter what my love" He looked down at her and she smiles softly and sat up a bit, looking into his eyes and letting the night take them away... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

"I guess you were right about finding each other once again..." She muttered out and walked closer to him, he wore his white Henley, a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a small black baseball cap.

He smiles and puts his metal hand on her right hand and motions for her to follow him.

"C'mon, дорогой, your stayin' with me for the first bit." He smiles a big goofy grin, like a school boy who is showing his crush something. She just giggles and followed her as well, like a lovesick puppy (which she always was one after she met Bucky)

They walked out of the chamber and up to the main hallway, and into the area with privte quarters and to his room that was labeled with 'Sgt. Barnes.' He used his flesh and and the two walked inside. She looked around the extremly plain room and looked at him.

"James, why...why so plain?" She asked and he let out a hearty chuckle as he sat down on his bed.

"I just moved in, дорогой." He teased lightly and she just rulled her eyes and plopped down on his bed next to him and laid on his tummy. "Oh c'mon, fallin' asleep on me already?" He teased more, his soft and husky voice rining through her ears.

'I swear to god that voice does something to me.' Y/n had thought to herself but she stuck her tongue out at hi and he mirrored her actions as he takes his jacket off.

"You have clothes?" She shakes her head.

"No, but I can sleep in this-" bucky cut her off by throwing her a random shirt and his boxers.

"Jus' wear my clothes. And don't think I don't know about the stress sweat you got while they locked you up doll." She blushed bashfuy and chuckles softly.

"You know me better than I know myself apperently." She teased lightly and takes his clothes and walked to the small bathroom and closed the sliding door to change.

Bucky just smiled and changed himself, he wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He sat on the floor and laid down, still not used to his bed. She walked out, the shirt coming to her thighs and the boxers hiding her most sacred and intimate parts of her body

But god she was still beautiful in his eyes.

And if anyone thought his girl wasn't beautiful they are batshit crazy to think that. Because his girl was perfect.

She sat down next to him and mumbles into his chest as she leans into him.

"Still don't sleep on a bed?" She questioned as her voiced was muffled by his chest and he chuckles as he wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up and puts her on his bed and checkles as she rolled her eyes.

"James..." She whined and he rolled his eyes as he plopped on top of her, earing a loud groan of displeasure from her. "Your an ass, you know that right?" She said sarcastically and pushed him off of her, using her strength.

"Oh I do." He teased and looked at the woman he is so absolutely fucking in love with. All the times he would rant about his mysterious woman to both poor Natasha and Steve, the hours and hours of him just rambling about her beauty...how poor Wanda accidentally tapped into his mind and saw him having sex with her.

To which she never recovered and nobody knows.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on his flesh arm and dragged him into his bed. Once he finally laid down she mumbled softly.

“Are we moving to quickly…? I mean, Im not complaining it’s just…”

he cut her off and said softly.

“Maybe we are, but I missed you so damn much.” His blue eyes looked into hers and she just chuckles lightly and puts her head on his chest.

“Alright…and are we gonna have to keep this a secret, James?” she questioned and he shrugged.

“Unless you want the whole team to know then yeah. I would tell Steve but he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.” she rolled her eyes and snuggled into him and he happily wrapped both his bionic and flesh hand around her body.

She looked up at him and she smiled, he truly was her light at the end of a tunnel. He was everything, and anything to her. They way his sharp eyes were always soft and tender when he looked at her.

“Then a secret it is…” she mumbled into his chest, all he did was smile and hold her. Yeah, they did once love each other, but he felt like it was to fast just to jump back in.

But then again, they never had the freedom to do as they wished, never able to snuggle with one another to sleep, be able to talk freely in-front of others.

Yes, they want to be in secret (or just private) but they could finally talk, just talk about nonsense. Be able to see one another in their truest form.

Maybe being an Avenger won't be so bad after all... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

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elixirfromthestars · 1 year

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Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖

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“ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today.

You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

“ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.”

“ In your dreams, Barnes.”

“ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.

The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it.

It was you and Bucky.

There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety.

“ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed.

You wanted to kiss him.

This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

“ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

“ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Hii, I hope you're having a great week! So...

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNn2T1fW/

Can you imagine Bucky and reader sparring and then this happens? If you do, could you write something based on that?

Maybe reader's also a super soldier, or enemies to lovers, anything you prefer.

(if you can't imagine them, picture this as a friends to lovers, you could do something like they're teaching Morgan how to fight (maybe Tony knows or he doesn't) and then they take her to a school competition and they're totally in love with her making their moves, and look like proud parents or something?)

Thanks for reading/considering it, I'm sure I'll like anything you write ♥️

OOH I love this because I can just imagine the sexual tension if this happened. This is going to be enemies to lovers. Super soldier reader. Yes to all of this. I prefer both so we're gonna do both. Also I added a version with training Morgan because THAT IS SO CUTE. Also on my knees apologizing for only getting to this now.

Enemies to lovers version (contains smut. Lots. Scroll past this if you just want the wholesome fluffy version where Morgan plays matchmaker)

"I'm not training with her" Bucky hissed through gritted teeth, not even bothering to look your way while Steve rubbed a hand over his face.

"Buck please, she-

"No"

You smirked rolling your eyes, shrugging at the Captain before making your way over to the punching bags to train by yourself. Again. As usual. It didn't bother you. That much. You had grown used to doing things on your own; after you escaped hydra, Fury found you and introduced you to the team. The team was more than happy to have a second super solider on with them. You were enhanced just like a certain brunette super solider with a metal arm, except said super soldier never seemed to accept you.

Bucky couldn’t stand you.

You were sarcastic.

You had an attitude.

Stubborn.

Extremely skilled.

Unbelievably attractive.

It infuriated him that you were one of the prettiest people he’d ever seen (he’d never let you know that, not even over his dead body). His relationship with you was doomed from the start; you clashed with him on your first mission, disregarding every order he gave you. The mission was a success but any chance of a civil relationship was not.

*****

2:05 AM

You shot up from bed, cold sweat covering your body, waking up from another nightmare. They hadn’t ceased, if anything they had gotten worse since you moved to the compound. The room was too quiet. Your thoughts were too loud. You sighed, dragging yourself up to go to the gym; maybe you could tire yourself into sleeping again. You threw on a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra, unbothered with what you were wearing because who would be at the gym at this time anyway.

You huffed in frustration as you walked down the hall, the faint sound of metal whirring and hits to a punching bag carried past the gym doors. The clinks of dog tags few louder, the closer you got. Usually you didn’t pay any attention to the grumpy super solider but today you were no mood for his silent glaring.

You entered the gym, walking right past him, your heart skipping a beat seeing his shirtless form. Bucky never trained without a shirt on unless he was alone. You cringed at yourself, irritated over the way your stomach clenched watching his muscles flex each time he hit the punching bag.

“Why are you here” Bucky’s jaw clenched, halting his movements, staring at you while you stretched out on the mat. Your eyes locked with his but you remained silent, deciding to ignore him while you continued to stretch.

“Pissing me off in the day time wasn’t good enough, you decided to ruin my nights too?” He stalked over to you, his breaths heavy from his workout.

“What the fuck is your problem” You stood up, your chest nearly brushing against his, you could feel his body heat radiating against you.

“You know what the fuck my problem is? You’re so fucking stubborn, you don’t follow orders, you think you’re better than everyone else-

“You think you’re any better?! You’re so pissy all the time, you’re so arrogant and why the hell do you just stare-

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t even understand why Fury brought you here or Tony agreed to take you on, you’re the easiest target on the team anyway, anyone could take you”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, both you and Bucky knew that was a lie; you were as skilled as him and in some ways maybe better. Still, he didn’t back down, all of his frustrations going....down south....in his sweats.

“Yeah? If I’m so easy, then why do you never train with me. What the hell are you so scared of Barnes?”

Bucky stepped forward, his chest bumping against yours, making you step back. His breaths fanned onto your face; his eyes boring into you. A smirk danced across his lips, fuck he loved the way you- no he hated. He hated the way you never backed down. Hated.

“Scared? Princess, you think I’m scared of you?”

“Don’t call me that” You practically growled while Bucky smirked, enjoying every reaction he got out of you. Your eyes grew wide at the name he called you, your fist itching to connect with his face.

“Or what” He pressed against you further but this time you stood firm, your bodies flush against each other. Bucky willed himself not to feel your nipples against his torso through the thin material of your sports bra. “You’re too easy”

“Fight me then” You hissed, your eyes challenging him.

He never said no to a challenge.

*****

“Fuck”

Bucky could feel his cock stir each time a grunt or groan would slip from your lips. He shook his head trying to clear his mind, ignoring the way your warm body felt under his. He swallowed thickly when a frustrated moan escaped your lips as he threw you onto the mat.

“I told you you’re too eas- uggh

You managed to recover, immediately knocking him from underneath, sending him down with ease. You’d been sparring for nearly half an hour, the both of you covered in sweat, chests heaving, thick tension filling the air. You both managed to get up, eyes locking again before charging at the same time.

Bucky swung his leg at the same time you did, the both of your knees locking, sending you both crashing down onto the mat. You quickly escaped from his hold, catching him by surprise when you straddled him, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard cock underneath. You swallowed thickly, not getting off him, your already soaked panties getting wetter.

“You’re the one that’s too easy” You whispered, your breath hitching when his hands moved to grab your thighs to keep you in place.

“Hmm, you know the walls are thin princess” He shifted his hips up to grind on you, his hands still holding your thighs firmly. He’d managed to hold this composure thus far but the second you were on top of him, all control went out the door. You gasped, your face heating up while he let out a dark chuckle. “So fucking needy”

“Fuck you” You spat, ready to climb off him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you thought about him while you took care of yourself at night. Every night.

“I will fuck the attitude out of you” Bucky growled, rolling you both over so you were pinned on the mat. You squirmed under him, letting out a squeak feeling his boner rub against your clothed core. Bucky could smell your arousal, groaning when your legs spread apart further for him. If he was offering...

“Do it then. Fuck me solider”

Bucky ripped your sports bra off before tugging your nipple between his teeth, his eyes darkened with lust when your back arched, crying out. He sucked your nipple harshly before sucking dark bruises along your collar bone, moving up to your jaw.

“I know you’re soaked baby” His hands trailed down, his hand dipping into your panties, groaning at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers. You moaned as he moved to rub your clit, the pads of his fingers tracing soft circles around your sensitive nub. He hummed as soon as you moaned, loving the way your clit throbbed on his fingers. “Hmm, there it is”

Bucky pinned your hands above your head, your wrists held firmly in his metal hand, his other hand still toying with your clit. You moaned and cried out and he kept working you towards you orgasm, slowing down each time you nearly reached your high. You nearly growled in frustration, biting his neck, causing him to groan, his cock growing painfully hard in his sweats.

“Bucky, fuck you, don’t stop, let me cu-

“See how it feels when you ignore orders baby? When you just want....” he sped his fingers up, his face mere centimeters away from yours, eyes hooded with lust. Your breaths got heavier, you were so close, soo close but- “..you just want me to listen to you, don’t you?”

You glared at him, your lip caught between your teeth, when he pulled his hands away, his fingers glistening with your slick. You let out a frustrated whine, gasping when he put both fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes rolled back, moaning loudly at your taste.

“So grumpy, why princess? Did you want to cum? Is that all?” Bucky pulled his fingers away, stuffing them in your mouth before you could respond. Your eyes grew wide while he shoved the further down your throat, his cock throbbing feeling your tongue swirl around his digits.

“Greedy little baby” He smirked while you sucked his fingers, groaning when you bit down on them. “Such a brat” He growled, tugging down your shorts and panties before pulling his sweats down enough to free his cock. He man handled you, bending you over with your ass in the air, pressing your chest flat against the mat while you squirmed.

“Beg me”

He had your arm pinned behind your back to keep you from moaning, the blunt tip of his cock teasing your dripped entrance.

“Y’know I hear you at night baby” He whispered while your body heated up, biting your lip to silence your moans, you didn’t want to beg him to fuck you but you were close to giving in. “I know those fingers don’t fill you up the same way, hmm?”

“Fuck you”, You hissed, your patience running low when he nearly pushed his cock in, pulling away again. He rubbed the tip of his cock all around your soaked folds, moaning while you tried to shift, crying out when he spanked you.

“Beg me sweet heart”

“You’re so arrogant” You nearly pulled out of his hold but he only held you in place tighter.

“And you’re making a mess on the mat for my cock, ask nicely baby” Bucky chuckled, keeping his cock between your pussy, humping and rutting against you. You could only take so much, your restraint growling weak, but not enough to beg. You smirked to yourself, knowing exactly how to rile him up, Bucky was many things. Jealous was one of them.

“Well if you can’t fuck me, I’m sure the Captain would be happy to- AH F-FUCCKKK”

Bucky didn’t even let you finish your sentence, his cock slamming into you in one stroke. He gave you no time to adjust, letting go of your arm so he could grab your hips in a bruising grip, pulling you back against him to meet his harsh thrusts.

“You’re such a fucking brat” Bucky hissed through gritted teeth as he fucked you relentlessly, his balls slapping hard against your pussy. “Such a stubborn fucking slut, but you’re my slut, I know you moan for me when you cum every night baby”

You moaned loudly, your pussy swallowing every inch of his cock, the serum in your veins making pleasure surge through your body as he drove into you. You could already feel your orgasm start to build again, crying out as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You’re close already, can feel it” He pulled his cock out, flipping you onto your back. His body was glistening under the gym light as he filled you up again, his face inches away from yours “I wanted to see this pretty face when you cum baby”

You couldn’t formulate words, his lips smashing onto yours while you locked your ankles around his waist. He groaned feeling your thighs squeezing around him. your walls clenching and fluttering.

“I-I’m gonna cu-m” You choked out, your eyes rolling back when his hands snaked between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Hold it” He ordered you, fucking you harder while pressing your clit, “My pretty little cum princess, you dream about me filling you don’t you? Needed a fat cock to fuck the attitude out of you”

You were too lost in pleasure to give a fuck any more, you moaned wantonly, nodding, your arms wrapping around him to feel him closer. Bucky let his body weight drop onto you, his cock starting to throb, balls tight against his body.

“Cum y/n, cum with me, fuck let go, cream on my cock baby” He panted against your neck, moaning in your ear feeling his cock harden. You nearly wailed, cummings around his cock, immediately triggering his orgasm.

“B-BUCKY I-Fuckfuck, don’t stop-keep g-going, oh fuck baby keep going” Your head was thrown back, your walls spasming and clit throbbing as he fucked you through your high.

“Fuck milk me baby, milk it, this is my fucking pussy, so fucking tight-shit” You could feel his warmth fill you up, both your orgasms never ending. You squirmed and moaned while he kept rutting his hips into you, cum still bursting from the tip. “Take my load baby, you like that? You like when I fuck my cum back into you? Filled you up so much princess, you’re making a mess”

You were too fucked out to respond, you gasped, feeling his metal hand swat your cheek, smirking while you moaned with glassy eyes looking at him. He brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks, you could hear the squelch of your combined arousal squirting out of you each time his cock slid back in. Bucky nearly passed out, seeing his thick cock covered in your arousal, his cum still dripping out of you.

“Why are you so messy babygirl, you’re wasting my cum, your tiny little pussy can’t even hold all of it”

You squeaked when he pulled out of you, spreading your lets apart, licking a thick stripe from your soaked messy entrance to your clit. He gave your clit a flick with his tongue, making our cry out before gathering more of your mixed arousal on his tongue.

“Open” He squeezed your cheeks while you stuck your tongue out, spitting into your mouth. “You’re mine, understood?”

That was round 1.

After like 20 more rounds, you’re both passed out in each others arms, snuggled closely, bare naked on the mats. Steve’s the first to walk in, followed by Sam, then Nat, Tony and then Clint.

“I’m going back to bed” Clint blinks, looking at Bucky’s bare ass, his body keeping you covered, before leaving the gym.

“I hate you” Sam shakes his head, sliding a $20 to Tony; Tony silently cackled, honestly quite proud of himself for calling it since day one. Steve was unsurprised but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the sight before him. His cheeks are tinted red, eyes trained on the floor while Nat bumps his shoulder.

“You got competition” Nat sassed, nodding at Bucky’s perky ass, giving Steve a swat before leaving to train outside instead. When you wake up, you swallow thickly, wondering if things would go back to the way they were before. Your heart races because you did want to be his....but did he...You squeak when Bucky’s arms wrap around you, he could practically read your thoughts without you saying anything, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I said you’re mine, remember?”

*****

Version 2, with Morgan

"Okay, ready?"

Morgan nodded, her brows furrowed and locked with the super solider.

"Go!"

Morgan swung her tiny fist into his chest before round house kicking his side. You giggled watching from the edge of the play mat in the living room, watching Bucky throw himself down. He was putting on an Oscar worthy show, howling in pain while Morgan proudly stood up and held her hand out to help him stand up. He grinned, taking her little hand and ruffling her hair. You felt your face heat up watching Bucky with Morgan, he was already the sweetest but seeing him with kids? Fuck.

“That was perfect Morgan, think you’re ready for Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?”

The three of you turned to see Tony eyeing you all suspiciously, while you quickly kicked the mat away so he wouldn’t see. Morgan ran into his arms as he swiftly caught her, pecking her cheek.

“Daddy! Are you coming to my school competition on Saturday?”

Tony swallowed thickly, he felt awful. He’d meant to take some time off to teach her some self-defense before her match on Saturday but never got the time and had forgotten it was coming up soon.

“Sweet heart, are you sure you want to go this year? We can always sigh up again-

“NOO! You have to come! Please?” She put on her best puppy pout (Bucky had clearly taught her more than just how to fight. Tony sighed, he’d never once won an argument with his daughter and he wasn’t about to win this one.

Morgan’s eyes shifted between you and Bucky, happy to request extra training time because it meant you’d both train her together. And then maybe if Mr. Barnes wasn’t such a chicken, he’d actually as his pretty friend, who he had an obvious crush on, out on a date.

*****

Tony and the team stared with wide eyes while Morgan swung her leg around, locking it with her opponents. Where the hell did she learn to fight?! Morgan managed to hold her down, remembering the techniques her personal super solider trainer taught her, waiting for the ref to count down before letting her go. Tony practically howled when she was declared the winner, shaking hands with her opponent before going to the podium.

“Bucky she did it!” You squealed, clapping as Morgan got her medal, while Bucky grinned like a proud parent.

“Mr. Barnes! Y/n!! I did it!!” She ran to you and Bucky, jumping at you both while Bucky lifted her onto his shoulders. You pulled her down to kiss her head, while Tony snorted, shaking his head.

“Where the hell did you learn that?!”

“Language Tony!”

“Pepper did you see that?! Where did she learn that?!”

“Mr. Barnes and y/n taught me” She smiled proudly while everyone gathered around to take pictures, a large toothy grin plastered on her face. Sure she won the competition but there was still one task that was incomplete.

She tapped on Bucky’s head, still happy perched on his shoulders while he peeked up at her.

“You wanna come down?”

“No, ask y/n out” She whispered, rolling her eyes when the super solider blushed.

“I-

“Do it!!”

Bucky nodded, handing off Morgan to Tony, making his way over to you. Why the fuck was this so hard, you were his best friend, he used to be a ladies man, now he needed directions from a five year old.

“Hi”

“Hi Buck”

You bit your lip, stepping closer to each other, months of tension with neither of you making a move reaching a all time high. Bucky blushed more, hesitant to lean in while you looked up and him with hopeful eyes, he was fine when it came to everything else but when it came to you...

“MR. BARNES JUST KISS HER ALREADY!”

“Yeah Mr. Barnes- ow” Pepper dragged Tony and the team away while Bucky snorted, cupping your face in his hands, pressing his lips onto yours. You stood on your toes, your arms wrapping around him to pull him closer.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that” You giggled, your lips still brushing against his, not pulling away.

“Guess I needed some encouragement from my little minion”

“Hmm, did you get any other advice from them?” You bit back a laugh, imagining little Morgan telling off the 6′4 former assassin he had to make a move.

“She said I should ask you out” Bucky stated, as a matter of factly, his forehead resting on yours.

“Smart girl” You nodded, bringing Bucky down for another kiss. and another. and another.

*****

Imagine how happy Morgan would be with her little dress and flower crown when she gets to be the flower girl at your wedding. There’s all this wedding décor around, some cute cut outs saying “I do” but Morgan has been carrying around this sign that says I DID IT because her antics brought you together.

Maybe Tony shakes his head, handing over a $100 to her in the middle of the ceremony cause she told him she’d get you both together and he didn’t take her seriously.

Pepper’s never been prouder.

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writeshite · 1 year

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Asking Bucky if you could cuddle eachother nakey please?🥺

"Don't you know cuddling naked is warmer?" you jest, arms open as you wait for Bucky to fall into your embrace.

"Sure," he kneels on the bed and drops into you. He smacks your hand when it drifts low, "I'm tired; no sex till I get some hours first," he chides, and you pout.

#bucky barnes x male reader #bucky banres x reader #shitedrabbles

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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

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Has anyone watched Shining Vale? Spent the last 2 days binging it & now all I can think about is a story...

*mild spoiler warning*

with Bucky or Steve where the reader gets possessed by a dead 40's/50's housewife, chaos, smut, & maybe a bit of evil ensues.

#shining vale #story ideas #bucky banres #james bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #50s housewife #40s housewife #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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hi! it’s my first time requesting i think, may i request headcannons with, tony, steve, bucky and loki and it’s something where reader can speak two languages like chinese and english and they just saw reader speaking in the language but the reader used to be made fun of for it? thank you!

You speak more than one language:

Tony:

He saw it first on your C.V

Didn’t bring it up mainly because many people he know can do that

One time he had a French businessmen coming and asked you to greet them

The look of shock on your face made confused but let you be

He watched you talk to the men from the security cameras and after coming himself he asked you for some translation

He had you with him throughout the entire thing

When everyone left he turned to you and asked why you acted all shocked when he asked you

You explained how you used to get teased because of your accent and you became self conscious of speaking it out loud

"Are you serious!? People spend years learning a second language while you just know it! You’re a lucky one and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise"

Steve:

You never mentioned it to Steve that you spoke another language

He had stumbled upon you one time helping a group of tourists around the stark tower

He was so impressed and immediately approached you after they went on their way

"You speak Chinese!? That’s amazing, why didn’t you mention it?"

His happy expression drops the more you explain why

"That’s so childish, languages are important and you just knowing an extra one makes you so much smarter then those bullies will ever be"

Bucky:

Bucky knowns Russian and speaks it with Natasha from time to time

So he was pleasantly surprised when you shyly joined their conversation one day

"Oh I didn’t know you could do that"

Bucky expressed how happy he is that he can communicate with you in that way

He encourages you to speak it more, tells you to ignore anything negative

Also gives deadly glares to whoever gives you looks when you talk to him in it

Loki:

Loki knows all languages so that’s how he usually ends up in undercover secret missions

One time he was paired up with you in Korea

Some dude approached you and you declined him immediately

Loki asked you afterwards why you didn’t mention it before

"Humans are such small minded creatures"

He embraces your ability and speaks it with you afterwards in every chance he gets

Want to shit talk about clint In Korean? Let’s go!

He even tells you to use to express anger, since he does the same in Asgardian

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky banres #loki laufesyon x reader #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #headcanon

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lolitastories · 1 year

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Maybe Series/ Bucky

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

BLACK AND BLOOD/ Jon

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

A/N

Helpless/ Kayce Dutton

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Inserts

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14: Part 1

Chapter 15: Part 2

Chapter 16: Part 3

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

#bucky banres #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes x yn #james barnes x reader #james barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky smut #bucky fluff #jon snow x y/n #jon snow #jon snow smut #kayce dutton #kayce dutton smut #y/n l/n #yellowstone #y/n

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ahrahrahraha · 6 months

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Biker Bucky

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

"Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, it’s only in moments when Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. Pairing: BuckyxReader"

Beefy Biker Bucky Series by @angrythingstarlight

Updated 31/10/23

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A Little Rusty (Epilogue)

Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Words: 1955 (yes I know it’s short)

Warnings: literally nothing, flirting and fluff

Series Masterlist

You sat at the front desk, typing up an email back to a client. After a while you realized the shop didn't have a website, with the little knowledge you had you made one.

Bucky was extremely impressed, leaning in close to the screen to see the small graphics. In bold, the companies email was right there, along with the phone number. A few of your younger customers pointed out they loved the new website to book their appointments, sometimes it’s just easier to use the link instead of calling in.

There was a deal going on this weekend, Auto Buddy always had a beginning of summer deal as well as a BBQ right on the driveway, tons of people stopped by for a coupons and a hot dog, people brought their cars in to get oil changed and others just wanted some food; and you couldn’t blame them.

Everyone took turns manning to grill, right now Bucky stood his button up work shirt open, you could see the ribbed tank top cling to his muscles and you couldn’t help but stare at him through the window. The weekend was so busy you didn’t really get to leave your desk, people were calling all the time to book appointments knowing that they had some money off their next tire rotation.

“Perfect, see you then and have a wonderful day,” you smiled and immediately pressed the hold button so you could get the next caller, “Auto Buddy, this is Y/N, how can I help?” you turned your chair around because the way Bucky’s muscles moved when he flipped a burger was getting way too much for you, “we’re actually all booked up today but you can stop by to get a coupon for your appointment later on in the month, how does that sound?” you nodded along, “we’re having the beginning of summer sale at a barbecue, lots of people here,” you put your feet up on the filing cabinet that you were now facing, “awesome, see you then.”

With a little time to break you pulled out your phone and scrolled on social media, your customer service smile fell when you saw the theatre production company pop up on your timeline, in such a short amount of time they had actually made it Broadway. You scanned the picture and found Ryan looking cheering as ever, a sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the picture for way longer than you should have.

“Didn’t know someone could be sad on a day like this,” Bucky’s voice came at the same time as the bell that let you know someone walked in, when he didn’t see you turn around you could sense his smile dropped, “I brought you a bag of chips and a burger,” he walked around the desk and placed the food where you’d turn to be later, “what’s going on?”

“They made it to Broadway,” you said as you passed your phone to Bucky.

He was silent for a moment, “well doesn't he look happy,” he said softly before kneeling down to your level, “but if you look at that picture from yesterday, the one where we’re all in front of the banner you made with your previous experience I think anyone could see you’re happier.” his hand rested on your knee, “and if you’re really not happy here, working at the desk, I’ll be the first to get you another job, I’ll be your reference and just hype you up- did I use that word right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, looking over at him with a few tears in your eyes, “yes you did use the word right,” you took a deep breath, “and I’ve never been happier, can I see that picture?”

Bucky nodded and pulled out his phone, quickly pulling it up and looking at you and Bucky right next to each other.

“The time is three seconds so get ready!” Sam yelled as he got into a running stance, “go!” he yelled and ran over, getting in on the end and wrapping his arm around Steve.

“How do couples pose?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Like how we posed on our first date,” you looked up at him.

“I was shitting myself that night, don’t know if you want to see that again.” Bucky laughed, so did you. Leaning towards him and placing your hand on his chest, he rested his cheek on the top of your head and laughed as well. When everyone broke away to see the picture you were still laughing with him, “perfect,” he whispered.

Once the phone was passed to Bucky he smiled, sending it himself and showing it to you. While everyone smiled normally and wrapped their arms around one another you and Bucky were practically hugging each other, the photo caught both of you in the middle of the giggles. Your eyes were closed and Bucky’s head was caught weirdly smushing into your hair.

“I love this picture,” you looked at Bucky who was smiling at you, “and as much as the theatre was great it was equally as bad, and this job is so fun the other was draining and just…” you sighed and leaned on Bucky, “it’s so nice here.”

“I’m glad,” Bucky placed the plate on your lap and watched you take the first few bites, making sure you were eating enough. “I’m done my shift out there so I’ll be in the shop, if you need anything I’ll be in there, alright?”

“Okay,” you smiled as he stood and began to walk away, “Bucky,” you called him gently, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, hon,” he walked through the door and found the car he needed to work on.

You ate sporadically as you answer more emails and calls, slowly working towards the end of the day where you’d go home to see Nat. you weren’t going to Bucky’s place tonight because you both realized you’d gotten into the habit of going to Bucky’s place together, you wanted to make sure Bucky had time with Becca.

A dad and son walked through the door with their keys in hand, “we’re here to pay,” he smiled at you.

“Which car was it?” you grabbed the tabs that had all the little descriptions of the cars and what they had done, once the guy told you which car was his you punched in the total, flipping the card machine towards him, “and I’ll be right back.”

You went into the back office and grabbed the jar full of toy cars, getting a red hot one for the kid who was wearing a red shirt. When you came back out and held it out for him the kid was ecstatic, jumping around a bit before taking it from you.

“What do we say?” the dad rubbed his son’s back, the kid looked as if he was just starting to learn about manners.

“Thanks!” he jumped and hugged your legs, causing the adults to laugh, you rubbed patted his back and waved them goodbye.

With a smile you fell back into your seat and took a deep breath, placing your hands behind your head and closing your eyes. You were happier here, you were surrounded by great people who treated you as an equal even though your job was not as hard as theirs. Steve was always a great friend and Wanda actually got better super fast, she picked up on a lot of cool techniques but still always challenged Bucky sometimes.

Nat: I’m cooking dinner, do we have a fire extinguisher?

You laughed for a while before texting her back.

You: under the sink.

You giggled to yourself for a little longer before feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, someone was looking at you. Your eyes went to the window and tried to see if any customers were trying to get your attention but most were just waiting in line for their food or talking to other people as they ate, not paying attention to you.

When you scanned the rest of the room you saw Bucky in the garage but you paid no mind, until you realized how he was standing when you saw his blurry outline. You looked back to see him resting against the hood of the with his arms crossed, but not in a mean way, a smile was stuck on his face. From the way he was standing you knew he’d been watching you since you gave the kid his toy, all you could do was shake your head at him and wave him off, feeling heat creep up on your face.

Bucky shook his head and saw you mouth ‘what does that mean’ to him, he threw his head back in a laugh and pulled out his phone, after as second your phone dinged and you saw he had texted you.

Bucky: just taking in how lucky I am, don’t mind me

You got up and walked into the garage, sauntering over with a smirk on your face. Bucky put his phone in his back pocket and crossed his arms again with a smug look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at what he was doing.

“First it was the muscles showing in your shirt,” you said without a prompting from him, “then it was you showing me the picture, then the food and making sure I was gonna eat it,” you sighed and dropped your head on his chest, “now it’s a the texts and you staring at me…” you looked up at him, “when is it going stop?” you laughed, “I’m gonna explode soon and it’s going to be all your fault, just know that.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked down at you with that stupid smile, “It’s never going to stop, baby.”

“Jesus,” the grumble in his voice made your knees shake, “and-wait a minute…” your eyes looked at his stubble, “you didn’t colour it like you wanted?”

Bucky stood in your bathroom with the bowl of beard dye in a plastic bowl, “it’s too late now,” he shrugged, “I do this all the time, keeps me young.”

“But I like the sexy grey,” you whined like a child, “especially this little patch right here,” your finger scratched the small grey patch on his right side between the corner of his mouth and his jaw line, that’s my kissing spot.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment, looking bewildered, “so that’s what you’ve been doing,” he whispered, “I always thought you didn’t like kissing my lips or something.”

“I love kissing your lips,” you leaned in a place a soft kiss there, then kissing his grey spot, “I can’t wait for it to come in up here,” your hands messed around his long hair, scratching his scalp and seeing his eyes roll back.

“You liked my grey spot,” he muttered shyly and shrugged, “and you said it was sexy so…” he was actually starting to get bashful, his face got red as he tried to hide his face.

“You actually…” you laughed and pulled him in for a hug, “colour it if you want, I’ll still find you sexy.”

Bucky just swayed for a moment, “I should get to work,” he sighed, “and you should too.”

“Alright boss,” you laughed as you walked away, “stop staring at me and maybe I’ll get some work done.”

“That’s gonna be tough and you know it,” Bucky called before you closed the door, shaking his head and getting back to the car, “that girl is gonna be the death of me one day.”

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