#bucky barnes one shot
a/n: this one is so bad i’m sorry LMAO and sorry it’s a short one
summary|| bucky is your roommate and hes notices how stressed you’ve been with work and your studies..
pairing|| roommate!bucky x reader
warnings|| unprotected sex, degradation kink, squirting, angst, language, kissing, fingering, praise kink, smut 18+ MINORS DNI
the low rumble of buckys bike downstairs makes you look up from your studies. you look down at your clothes and sigh. wearing a blue tank top, no bra, and pajama shorts was not how you wanted buck too see you. you’ve been so focused on school and college, you’ve been stuck in your condo for weeks working yourself out.
before you get up the door to your apartment is being unlocked. “y/n, i’m back!” he yells and turns to set his keys on the counter. you begin to scurry off before he sees you. “you’re not gonna talk to me. ‘m hurt doll.”
you turn around slowly and cross your arms over your chest, “hi buck.” you mutter with a small smile. “how was the meeting with sam?”
“fine, you okay?” he ask while sitting and patting the spot next too him. you slowly walk over and grab the blanket that was covering your legs earlier; wrapping it around yourself. “i’m fine, just cold.” you say quietly and sit next too him.
he looks down, seeing your nipple through your tank and instantly growing hard. “do you ever stop studying?” he ask and chuckles lowly; moving your books aside.
“i do,” you begin and he raises an eyebrow, “but i need to focus on my work.”
“are you not stressed?” he ask
“no.” you lie and he rolls his eyes, “what buck?” he’s never rolled his eyes at you before. this causes an awkward shield between you too that you wish you could break.
“don’t lie too me.” he mutters and you pull the blanket around yourself a bit more. “you need to relieve your stress. have fun.” your friendship with bucky has been rocky lately. he’s so used too you partying with home every weekend but now you have to study 24/7 and he’s tired of it.
“and how the fuck can i do that?” you snap and his eyes darken. “if i had a way i would’ve done it buck. nothing can be fun for me anymore. i want too do good and you know that so stop.” you say and he can hear you voice break.
his hand lands on your thigh, and the angle he’s sitting; you can see his hard-on. when you notice your panties become wet and soak through your tiny pajama shorts. buck notices very quickly and you get embarrassed.
“come here.” he mumbles lowly and you sit up a big scooting closer too him. rolling his eyes again, he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. the blanket you had wrapped around yourself is now next too you, you reach for it but he smacks your hand away, “no.”
you go to reach for it again and he grabs your wrist, “don’t test me angel.” he mumbles. before you realize it, his lips are on yours. his tongue slips into your mouth and the kisses are needy.
his hands palm your butt and pull you closer too him. you hands are traveling down his torso, to the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. his thumb shook onto the waistband of your shorts and he pulls them down.
when he sees your lacy dark red thong, he looks up at you and smiles, “all for me?” he ask and before you can answer, his thumb began rubbing slow circles over your clit.
a moan gets caught in your throat and your breathing becomes heavy. his lips meet yours again and he flips you on the couch; laying over you. “god you’re so hot baby.” he mutters
his circles begin to become messy and faster. your moans finally break through your throat and they are loud. “i’m gonna cum.” you moaned and he chuckled
two of his fingers slip into you and your orgasm hits. your eyes shut and you hear an unfamiliar nose. when your release-high goes away, you open your eyes and buckys face and shirt are soaking wet.
“damn angel, did you know you could squirt?” he ask and embarrassment washes over you. “i’m s-“ you begin but bucky slaps your thigh.
“don’t fucking apologize, that was hot.” he mutters and your embarrassment washes away. “i’m not done with you yet.” he commented. his eyes darken again and he flips you on your your stomach, yanking your underwear off.
the cool sir on your slit is a different type of sensation that causes you too whimper, and buck notices, “awh, you pretty slut. always so needy.” he mumbles and you hear his belt being undone.
you turn around as he strokes his dick and notice his big it is. the biggest you’ve seen and the biggest you’ll probably have. “that’s not gonna fit.” you stutter and he chuckles lowly.
“it will.” he confirms before sliding it in. you feel yourself stretch around him in a way you never have before. “shit.” he whispers under his breath.
both of your moans and groans filled your apartment. you felt your second orgasm coming and bucky knew it. he pulled you up by the neck and kissed your cheek; pumping even faster.
“you drive me crazy.” he says and you second release hits. causing you to squeeze around him and he thrust became sloppy. “baby, you’re squeezin’ me so well.”
the overstimulate felt amazing and buckys release was coming. he began kissing your neck and pumping into you slowly. “you drive me crazy. i’ve wanted this for so long..” he whispers in your ear and cums in you. you quickly remind yourself to take the morning after pill.
you both fall back onto the couch and begin to catch your breaths. “did you mean it?” you whisper as buckys breathing slows.
“yes, every bit of it.” he exclaimed and smiles softly, “stress reliever?” he questions and you sit up slowly grabbing your underwear.
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Girl’s Night Out
Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Reader
Summary: What was supposed to girls night to support Pietro’s band becomes sidetracked when Natasha failed to mention the new bartender Clint hired
Word Count: 1194
Warnings: Some sexual language, mentions of alcohol
A/N: I really meant this to just be a bucky fic but i got carried away with steve, maybe him and the reader have a past together i dont knowwww, i quickly proofread this, so im sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know
“Can you guys hurry up?” Wanda shouts from half a block in front of you and Natasha, “Pietro’s band is starting soon, I promised I’d be there for his first gig.” She stops and huffs like a child when Nat chuckles.
“Clint said they don’t start until nine, it's not even 8:45 yet” Nat points out rolling her eyes sarcastically.
“But I wanna get there early, he’s probably super nervous.” She admits, playing with a strand of her hair. Nat and you share a look and both let out another laugh.
“Hun, I think you're the nervous one, he's been pumped for this ever since Clint suggested booking a band,” You put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, “Plus we’re three blocks away.” You added, pointing ahead the three of you to the bright neon sign spelling ‘Barton’s’ in cursive, that you were all too familiar with. You’d been going there every Friday since college when you finally convinced Wanda to come out one night with you, it's where you met Nat, who was working as a bartender at the time while her boyfriend and owner of the bar was working on hiring more staff. It's where you found your first real college boyfriend, who ended up cheating and breaking your heart, but that's not the point. And where you met Steve and Sam, you'd met them through Clint who was playfully yelling at them to stop flirting with Nat. Both you and Wanda quickly joined the friend group and were nearly attached to the hip with Nat from that point on.
Clint intentionally booked Pietro’s band on a slower night, as a trial run, to see if the regulars enjoyed them and everything went smoothly, Pietro wasn't completely on board with this idea. He wanted his first gig to be on a busy night, with everyone dancing and yelling for his band, but eventually gave in and accepted the offer he got. The bar was fairly popular, a few dozen regulars milling about grabbing drinks, sitting at booths, or watching the band set up. Wanda immediately ran to her twin brother, congratulating him and his band mates with a bright smile on her face. Nat and you walked over to the bar to get your first drinks of the evening, expecting to see Clint cleaning a glass or making a complicated drink, like usual. Instead, behind the bar, stood a man you'd never seen before, chatting happily to Steve and Sam who were sitting on the stools in front of him. He wore a tight black t-shirt his biceps were one flex away from busting out of and a smirk that would make your panties drop if he asked nicely.
“Ow, what the hell, Y/N?” Nat yelped when your elbow collided with her rips.
“Why didn't you tell me Clint hired a hot new bartender?” You questioned through clenched teeth, tilting your head towards him.
“Oh, Bucky?” she smirked as well, “He’s an old friend of Steve's.” She explained, casually walking to the staff room, you assumed Clint was in. Leaving you abandoned in the middle of the bar, before you have the chance to turn and join Wanda, you hear a familiar deep voice call you over.
“Y/N! Hey, have you met Buck yet?” Steve shouted over the sound of Pietro’s band doing a sound check, he offered you a friendly smile you couldn't help but return as you strided over. You glance behind him to see the hot bartender now giving you a smirk and watching you move, you feel a blush creeping up your neck and to your cheeks.
“Hey Stevie, Sammy!” Giving them both hugs avoiding the eyeline of the man behind the bar, Steve looked at you expectantly, “Oh, uh, no, I haven’t yet.” You answered, still keeping your eyes on Steve.
“Great! Then Y/N meet Bucky,” He looked so happy to introduce his friend to each other that you couldn't help but loosen up, “Bucky meet Y/N” He looked in between you both, “She's friends with Tasha and Wanda,” He pointed to Wanda who was still watching her brother happily.
“Hey,” You lied earlier, he didn't need to ask nicely to make your panties drop, all you needed was that one word. He leaned over the bar to get a closer look at you and to offer his right hand. You were too caught up in his ocean blue eyes to notice, you could stare into them all day and still find new shades. Steve’s hand on your lower back knocked you out of your trace, you looked at him and back to Bucky, then down to his hand. You quickly let out a breathy apology, then pressed your hand into his, his entirely engulfing your smaller one. He gave your hand a quick squeeze before pulling back and standing up straight. "Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a beer,” you squeaked, he let out a chuckle before stepping away, you clenched your eyes and turned to your friends, embarrassed they had to witness that.
“God, I haven't seen you like that since you talked to that college guy, like five years ago.” Sam laughs before taking a swig of his beer.
“Oh fuck off Sam, do I have to remind you how you talk to Nat when you get too drunk to remember she dating Clint?” You threaten, Sam rolls his eyes dramatically. You press your index fingers together and put on a baby voice, “Pwease Natasha, will you go on a date wiff me?”
“I don't do that,” he defends, swatting your hands apart as you giggle and Steve pretends not to be entertained. Bucky returns with your beer and some refills for the guys. You try to put out of your mind how ridiculously hot he his, with his soft waves pushed up and away from his face, you wonder what it'd feel like to run your hands through it and down his cheekbones to his dark stubble. You hear Steve telling a story about when they were kids but you couldn't make yourself listen, usually you would drop everything to pay attention to Steve, you’d kill to see him smile just one time but Bucky had you in a daze. Until you felt Steve’s hand on you again, you looked into his eyes, his have more green than Bucky’s, you've gotten lost in these ones too.
“Wands calling for you,” It comes out hardly above a whisper, raspy like the alcohol is starting to take effect, you nod at his words but make no effort to move away.
“Y/N!” You hear Wanda shout from across the room this time, you look over to see her bouncing excitedly next to the makeshift stage for the band, she waves you over. You see Nat and Clint are already over there waiting for the first song, you grab your beer from the bar top and head over, pushing away the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and even Same making fun of you, so you can have a fun night with your girls. Just like you intended to.
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ON THE BALCONY
Summary: Sam invites Bucky over to stay.
Warnings: Fluff, comfort, lots of feelings
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 2.6k
“Don’t be mad at me...” Sam muttered while doing the dishes after lunch. “That sounds like something you’d say before I’m about to get mad at you” You chuckle while scrolling on your phone.
“I have a friend... he needs a place to stay for a while” Sam replies while finishing off the last plate. “Please don’t tell me it is who I think it is” You reply sternly while turning off your phone, making eye contact with Sam.
“I’m sorry...” he replies, barely above a whisper. “Why does he have to come here Sam? Can’t he stay at a hotel or something?” You whine in response, resting your head on the table.
“I’d feel better if he came here... he needs someone to look after him you know? He’s healing” Sam replies, resting his head on the table across from you “Do you think you can put aside your differences? Just this once? It’ll only be for a little while” he continues to plead.
“How long is a little while?” You reply muffled from your head resting on the table. “I’m not sure yet if I’m going to be completely honest” Sam replies hesitantly.
“Fine...” you whine out. Sam quickly lifts his head from the table in happiness. “Thank you,” he smiles. “Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky I love you” You smile back
Sam gets up from the table and plops down on the living room couch, turning on the TV to watch whatever’s playing. “Whatever happened between you two anyway?” Sam yells from his place on the couch.
You sigh, getting up from the table to join him on the couch. “Nothing specifically happened, ever since we met he’s just been kind of cold towards me. I always assumed it was because he hated me so I was just cold in return” You reply while playing with the hem of your t-shirt.
“Maybe you misunderstood, maybe he doesn’t hate you” Sam chuckles. “Well if he didn’t then, he definitely does now” You reply while resting your head on Sam’s shoulder.
“Think on the bright side, maybe this time together will allow you to fix it, make things better” Sam sighs. “Maybe you’re right, but I doubt he’s interested in fixing anything” You mumble before turning up the TV volume to watch the movie.
“He’s here!” Sam yells through the apartment, catching your attention through your closed bedroom door. You hear the door open and a muffled conversation between the two men. “Y/N!” Sam yells again, hinting for you to come out and say hi.
You quickly stand up from your bed and rush over to your bedroom door, throwing your phone onto the bed behind you before opening the door. Once you step out into the hallway you’re greeted by Sam wearing a huge smile. “Be nice” Sam mouths to you before walking back out into the living room.
Once you join them in the living room Bucky can be seen sitting on the couch with Sam beside him, Sam telling him a story about god knows what while Bucky just nods and listens. “Hey Bucky” You mutter, standing behind Sam.
“Hey” he sternly replies back. Sam nudges him and Bucky gives him an annoyed look. “Thanks for agreeing to let me stay here for a while” Bucky mutters again as Sam grins at the civil statement. “It’s no problem” You reply before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.
“Hey Y/N!” Sam yells from the living room. “Yeah?” You shout back. “Would you be up for a movie night tonight? I rented that new Denzel Washington movie we wanted to watch” Sam replies in an excited tone. You walk back out into the living room, leaning on the wall before replying to Sam.
“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” You chuckle lightly. Bucky looks you up and down with narrow eyes before turning back to Sam and nodding when he asks if he’s in. “You guys up to start the movie around 8?” Sam smiles. “Yeah, I’ll join you guys then” You smile before heading back into your room and flopping down onto the bed.
Once 8 o’clock rolled around you sighed and rolled out of bed, walking over to your dresser to pick a good outfit to lounge around in. You pulled out a loose pair of shorts and a not-so-form-fitting t-shirt to keep it comfortable. Once you finish pulling your shirt on, Sam knocks lightly on your bedroom door. “Hey, It’s me” he calls out.
“You can come in” You respond lightly. Sam smiles as he peaks his head in to check on you. “You coming out?” He smiles. “Yeah, I was just changing into something more comfortable” You smile back. You head towards the door walking out with Sam to join Bucky in the living room. He weakly smiles before turning his gaze back towards the TV.
“Should I make popcorn?” You ask Sam. “Well I don’t want any but Bucky might, why don’t you ask him?” Sam chuckles while nudging your shoulder. You sigh before looking over at Bucky, sitting on the couch. “Hey Bucky, you want popcorn?” You mumble. “Hm? Oh yeah sure” he mutters back without looking at you. You nod to yourself before heading back into the kitchen to make the popcorn.
Sam chuckles at your face when you re-enter the kitchen. “Progress” Sam chuckles. “He hates me” You sigh while grabbing the bag of popcorn from the cabinet. “He doesn’t hate you Y/N. He’s just quiet” Sam replies sympathetically. “Yeah.. quietly hating me” You chuckle. “You’ll warm up to each other, I know it” Sam smiles before walking back out to the living room.
You take a deep breath before joining the two back in the living room. Sam pats the spot beside him and you smile. You hand Bucky the bowl of popcorn and he simply nods in response, taking it from your hands. You turn off the light before plopping down next to Sam on the couch.
Sam’s breathing soon becomes deeper and you look over to see him asleep peacefully, head resting on the back of the couch. Bucky seems to also be asleep so you gently push yourself off the couch and tiptoe over to the balcony, pushing the glass door open and slowly closing it behind you to avoid waking Sam and Bucky.
You lean against the balcony railing and let out a deep sigh. A pressured feeling fills your chest and warm tears begin to fill your eyes, creeping down your cheeks leaving a chilling trail behind. Your breaths become more ragged and you use all your energy to keep your sobs silent in fear of waking the boys. You bring your hand to your cheek, wiping away the trails of tears that had fallen down your cheek.
“Why are you crying?” A voice asks from behind you. You snap your head around only to be met with his deep blue eyes. His hair was messy and he looked tired, skin flushed with a light pink almost like he was nervous. “I’m not” you mutter back. He slowly approaches you, leaning on the balcony railing beside you sighing as he looks out at the city.
“I wasn’t asleep, I saw you crying” he mutters back, keeping his gaze on the city in front of him. You let out a light gasp at his candour. “You were watching me?” You whisper, watching his side profile as he admires the city. “You seemed upset. I guess I was curious” he replies
Without a reply, you sigh and look back out to the city. He glances over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “So why are you crying?” He requested. You look back to him, meeting his gaze. Before you can look any longer he snaps his head back towards the city, avoiding eye contact.
“I guess I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t sleep and fresh air felt like the best remedy for both. It wasn’t” You reply honestly. “Why are yo-“ Bucky begins but is cut off by you. “Why do you hate me?” You blurt out. He looks over at you in pure confusion.
“Hate you?” He whispers. “Yeah. Why do you hate me? Did I do something? If I did, I’m sorry” you spit out, slightly rambling. “I don’t hate you Y/N” he sternly replies. You sigh and hold your head in your hands, massaging your temples in an attempt to relieve your stress.
“You’re stressing yourself out” he sternly sympathizes. “Yeah. I tend to do that a lot” you chuckle. He meets your gaze and you lightly smile at him. He tries to look away but can’t pull himself away from looking into your eyes. “Don’t smile at me like that” he mutters. Your smile drops and you look at him in confusion. “Like what?” You hesitantly ask. “I don’t deserve a smile like that” he replies in a whisper.
“Bucky…” you begin but he cuts you off. “Don’t. Don’t do that” he sternly replies, slightly raising his voice. “Don’t what? I want to help” you reply, mimicking his volume. “I can’t let you. I can’t accept your sympathy” Bucky mutters, slightly moving away from you. “But why?” You mutter back, voice slightly shaky.
“Because I don’t want to hurt you” he blurts out. “I have hurt so many people. More than you can count. Out of all the people in this world, you are one that I don’t want to hurt” he snapped. You look at him in pure confusion. All this time it always felt like Bucky hated you with every bone in his body.
His eyes soften when he sees your confusion and he lets out a sigh. “You really thought I hated you… didn’t you?” he sighs. “Well… yeah. How could I not think that?” You question softly. He sighs yet again and wipes his hand over his face before turning to you.
“I was afraid that if I let myself get close to you, that you would somehow get hurt. My best idea was to push you away and be distant, to keep you safe.” He stated. “After a while you became distant as well so I assumed that you hated me for what I was doing” he stammered.
“I just assumed you hated me, so I tried to grow cold towards you. It only became harder when you and Sam got closer.” You mutter in response. “When Sam told me you were coming to stay here I became worried because I thought you hated me and I would have to spend a bunch of time in my room so you and Sam could have your time together.” You gulp, replying honestly.
“I didn’t mean to make you sad. That was the opposite of what I wanted to do.” Bucky stammers, his face growing redder and eyes becoming glassy. He begins to stutter over his words and his voice becomes less clear. A single tear streams down his cheek as he tries to talk.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t push yourself. Take your time” you sympathize, keeping your voice as comforting as possible. “Is it okay if I touch you?” You ask gently, searching his eyes as you wait for an answer.
He nods as he presses his lips together, more warm tears staining his cheeks as you get closer. You gently rest your hand on his forearm and he sighs in relief at your touch. “I’m so sorry” he trembles.
“You don’t have to be. You were doing what you thought was best. Even though your plan was stupid.” You chuckle slightly, brushing your hand over his skin to comfort him. He chokes out a chuckle in response and nods. “You’re right… you’re always right” he replies.
You hesitantly bring your hand up to his face, wiping the tears that were staining his cheeks. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry” you whisper. “I want to help Bucky. Do you want space?” You ask lightly. You slowly remove your hand from his arm, assuming he wants space. He quickly places his hand on top of yours, pressing it back into his skin. “Please, don’t leave me alone.” He stutters, voice filled with sadness and worry.
“Okay. Okay. I’m not going anywhere. Just take deep breaths with me.” You smile warmly. He sighs, keeping his hand pressed against yours, gently brushing his thumb back and forth against the back of your hand, taking in the softness of your skin. He follows your deep breaths as you comfort him with your touch. Once his breathing becomes regular and his eyes dry up slightly, he gently clears his throat breaking the silence that fills the air.
“I don’t want to do it anymore,” Bucky whispers. “Do what?” You ask gently. “I don’t want to spend any more time pushing you away.” He replies hesitantly. You smile at him once again, his eyes soften and his pupils dilate. “You don’t have to.” You smile back.
“Keep smiling at me like that.” He pleads, a smile creeping upon his lips. Your gaze fixates on his lips and he slightly leans closer. His eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “If I kiss you now… I will only want more.” He states in honesty. “I know that if I get the chance to kiss you once, It’ll make me want it for a lifetime.” He mutters.
A gust of wind swirls the air, rippling through the fabric of your clothing, sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you cold?” He asks gently. “Maybe a little, but I don’t wanna go anywhere. I wanna stay in this moment.” You stutter. He lightly chuckles at your honesty and smiles.
Bucky hesitantly lifts his metal arm, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer into his chest. You rest your head against the soft fabric of his shirt and listen to his steady heartbeat as he traces circles against your back. “Can I be honest with you?” He asks gently, the hum of his voice sending chills down your spine.
“Always” you reply softly. “You are the only person that I want to be close to” he states. Your heart fills with warmth as you pull your head from his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Really?” You ask in disbelief. “I could never lie to you” he chuckles.
You’re unable to fight the smile that creeps up on your face, your cheeks turning pink from his words. He smiles back at you as he lifts his arm, holding his hand under your chin and pulling you up to his lips. His scent wrapped itself around you filling your airway with the smell of cedarwood and eucalyptus. His lips were soft but the stubble on his face tickled your skin in the most perfect way. You pull away, admiring his face and he sighs at the loss of contact.
“Don’t pull away, not just yet” he smiles before pulling you in for another kiss. His lips are warm and when they’re entangled with yours, your entire body feels warm. You place your hand against his chest and he pulls away with a smile. He chuckles to himself when his eyes meet yours once again. “What’s so funny?” You smile.
“I was right. Now that I’ve done it once, I want it for a lifetime” he whispers against your skin. Chills shoot down your spine at his breath dancing on your skin. “Then for a lifetime it will be” you smile back.
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Come undone for me
Summary: You make Bucky feel good after a long day.
Pairing: switch!Bucky Barnes X switch!fem!Reader
Warnings: Oral sex(male receiving), deep throating, teasing, smut
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As Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, you raced over to him and straddled his lap.
There was stress written all over his face and body.
His shaky breaths fanned across your bare shoulder as you tenderly bit and kissed his neck. His hands rested on your hips as you continued to leave hickeys scattered around his neck.
You pulled away for a moment and met his bright blue eyes.
He looked at you nervously as you started to sit on your knees in front of him.
You ran your hands along his thick thighs as you began to speak. “May I? I won’t do this if you don’t want me to.” you asked.
A lustful look took over his eyes as he looked down at you and gave you a weak nod of approval.
“Please, I need your mouth around me now.” he begged you.
You smirked as you looked down again and saw that his cock was already hard, just for you.
“I just wanna make you feel good. Just relax for me, alright?” you said, your hands trailing up to the waistband of his shorts.
He nodded again as his eyes stayed glued to what you were doing.
You slowly pulled his shorts down along with his boxers and hungrily watched as his cock sprung out of the fabric.
Your mouth subtly watered at the sight of it.
You softly bit your bottom lip then licked both of your lips before you started to please him. And you didn’t intend on wasting anytime, you were going to take your time with him.
You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. As you did this, his hand went to the back of your head as he let his own head fall back.
His quiet moans filled your ears.
Your hands shifted to the base of his cock as you began to bob your head up and down on it.
You looked so hot with him stuffed in your mouth and Bucky truly couldn’t get ever over how good you felt around him. He then quickly decided to indulge his desires.
So, he dug his fingers into your hair and grabbed a hand full of it. He yanked and tugged on your hair as you continued to suck his dick.
But you really made him come undone when you began to run your tongue from the base of his cock to the head.
Over and over and over again.
He groaned as he forced more of his dick down your throat. You gagged for a quick few seconds as his cock hit the back of your throat.
Bucky could feel himself getting closer to his release.
It was quickly becoming hard for him to hold his orgasm back and he desperately wanted to shoot his load down your throat. ￼
You pulled his cock out of your mouth for a few minutes as you caught your breath.
However, your hands still never left his cock.
He gently smirked as looked down and saw you teasingly stoking his cock. He adored how big his cock looked in your hands.
You quickly said one more thing to him before your mouth and lips met his cock yet again, “Come undone for me baby. I know you want to.” you simply said as you looked up at him with dark eyes.
He collapsed back onto his bed as you began to deep throat his cock once more.
Everything you did just made him feel so good and he never wanted your mouth to leave his cock.
His vision went white as he came and shot his load down your throat, just like he wanted to.
You removed your mouth from his dick and wiped your mouth as you sat on your heels. You bounced your tits in front of his knees as you swallowed his seed. ￼
He tucked himself back into his shorts as you kept swallowing.
He couldn’t wait any longer, it was now his turn to make you feel good.
He snaked his metal arm down your back and slowly removed your grey tank top. That lustful look took over his eyes again as he saw that you were wearing nothing under this tank top.
A warmth pooled in your stomach and your folds grew wetter as he beckoned you up to his lap again and you straddled his lap.
He firmly squeezed your butt in his hands. Him doing this, made you moan in his ear and his cock quickly became hard once again. You shuddered as you felt his cock press up against your entrance.
He began to hungrily kiss your lips as you attempted to fish his cock out of his shorts yet again. He stopped kissing you and made a ‘tsk’ noise as he swatted your hand away.
“Not yet, doll. Be patient.” he whispered in your ear.
These whispers caused goosebumps to appear all over your body.
You knew that Bucky liked to take his time with you and you didn’t know long you would be able to last until you were begging him to fuck you.
But you promised yourself that you’d try to be patient. After all, you always took your time with him as well.
Plus, you did want to be his good girl.
You’d do anything to make him reward you, even if that meant waiting for a little while until he was ready to fuck you.
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When He’s Drunk
A/N: Poor Bucky 🥺
Summary:IMAGINE! Includes; Bucky, Thor, Steve, Peter Q, and Loki
Word Count: 392
Bucky hated parties, he hated them with a passion. Which sucked because Stark seemed to throw one every weekend. When Bucky would drink the galactic stuff Thor would bring on occasion, Bucky found himself very emotional, more than usual. At least when he was sober, he was able to functionally talk to people, he might have scared the shit out of a few, but nonetheless. When he was drunk he’d just sit in a corner sulking without speaking a single word to anyone the whole night. You thought it was weird. One time you went over to talk to him and he started to cry… you felt bad for him, but you weren’t doing that again
Thor loved parties no matter if they where on Earth, Asgard, Knowhere, or Anywhere. No matter where in the galaxy, he enjoyed himself. What he loved the most about parties was that he could drink. Beer especially. Whenever he was drunk he’d get all giggly and everything was absolutely hilarious to him.
Sober Steve is sorta uptight, but drunk Steve Grant Rogers? Well let’s just say his back hurts every time because he is always carrying the party. Thanks to Thor and his magically strong alcohol, Steve could finally let go and relax. Now it was extremely fun he got super drunk, because it was a very rare occasion and a very different Steve. One time you yelled “TAKE IT OFF” teasingly and he actually began to take off his clothes… He was wild as hell.
“I love you.” Falls from his moth about 70 times in one night if the drinks too much. And if he’s not telling you specifically that he loves you, he’s going to tell it to anyone who will listen.
“I fricken love her man!” He would say with his arm draped around some poor random guy.
Loki was/is very easily irritated when he is drunk or sober for that matter. One time he and Thor began to fight because Loki didn’t like how Thor spoke to you. He said it was “Disrespectful”, but in reality the only thing Thor said was that he didn’t understand the meaning of the movie “Home alone.”, which was one of your favorites. He stated that he’s been home alone many times and… umm well not important . Loki had zero patience for it nonetheless.
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His Pet Names For You
Warning: NONE! All for funzies
A/N: it’s kitten or puddin for meee!
Summary: IMAGINE. Includes: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter x2
Word Count: 36
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If you want me to stay
Summary : Bucky doesn't know exactly where he stands with you, but can't leave you alone after a mission.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word count : 4.7k
Warnings : a bit of post-mission shock and mentions of nightmares, lots of comfort and softness
A/n : feeling lonely deal with it
"For the thousandth time, no! That was not a wizard!" Bucky's deadpan voice echoes inside the vehicle, the back of his head hitting the headrest of the small getaway car while Sam huffs.
"Then what do you call it?" Raised and defiant eyebrows, eyes sparkling with passion and adrenaline because he knows Bucky won't be able to answer his question properly.
"A man with…powers. Which are magi — that doesn't mean wizard," he cuts his own sentence, head indignantly whipping around to throw daggers at the driver. "Besides! Y/N said she's already seen that kind of power, and that was with a sorcerer. Right?"
You don't notice his body turning in his seat, blue eyes settling on your face with expectation and raised eyebrows and a smile that slowly fades from his lips, the beginning of a laugh stuck in his throat. His eyes flicker back to Sam's side profile, whose dark irises try to meet your own in the rear-view mirror. They are only met with a vacant stare.
Cold palms numbly resting on your thighs — a poor attempt at warming them up through body heat and the thick material of your combat suit. Your eyes have been set on the windshield for several minutes, fixed upon an imaginary point right between Sam and Bucky's seats — grey clouds and a moving windscreen wipers, a view now obstructed by a face drawn in confusion, pinched lips and careful eyes.
The radio fills the silence and provides a background noise to drown your thoughts into.
Something colder than your own skin lands on your right hand and your fingers twitch involuntary. It makes you blink slowly, eyelids heavy with fatigue and shock. The cold spreads to your whole hand and you look down.
Metal fingers are engulfing your own hand, plates shifting because of Bucky's position in the passenger's seat. He looks so uncomfortable you would normally laugh at him.
"Hey," voice soft, tone so even that only the closest of friends could detect the imperceptible sound of worry. "You okay? D'you hit your head?"
The question confuses you for a second, and Bucky watches as you frown slowly. But you have been sitting so still for more than two hours now, head seemingly so heavy on your shoulders, dropping numbly to the side with each turn the car takes. Eyelids droopy and hooded eyes, he can't help but wonder when you were hit because he can't remember that moment and can't see any wound on your face either. Simple scratches and a cut by your lips but nothing that could lead to a concussion. But perhaps it was when you were thrown into that wall and if you turned around he could check for any —
"No," you answer simply, almost annoyed at the question. Your voice isn't enough to convey this feeling into your tone but your gaze somehow does. Bucky stares for a second.
"Okay," he pulls his hand back, head now turned towards Sam. You look at the passing trees again, mindlessly stretching the fingers he was holding just seconds ago then closing your fist.
Bucky's stance in his seat is straighter now, gears turning.
This isn't the most grueling mission you three have ever had since you started to team-up. You are not injured — small pecks of blood on your hands and uniform but it isn't yours. A sprain and an almost dislocated shoulder for him, which would be practically healed by the time their car entered the city of New-York. A gash on Sam's forehead and heavy sighs every time he even thinks about having to fix Redwing, again. A key with prized intelligence hidden in a small pocket inside of his duffel bag. What he would call a relative success.
Nothing went wrong. They went in, fought the bad guys, had one little setback that resulted in fighting more bad guys, including someone with obvious non-human powers that Sam keeps calling a wizard, and that was it.
Bucky racks his brain while looking out the window, darkening countryside slowly turning into his own reflection as the night sets in.
You said that you had already seen that kind of power. Was that it? Did you know the man? Did you remember something?
"And…less than one hour to go," Sam says airily, brown irises trained on the road as his fingers find the radio and turn up the volume.
The background buzzing simply gets louder in your ears. Kind of when something just explodes next to you or a shot goes off and you are left standing with a sort of drilling into your brain. You lose the notion of time again, focusing numbly on the back of Sam's headrest this time. It would be hard to miss the way Bucky's head turn toward you from time to time, a blurry shape from the corner of your eye but the weight of his stare on your chest.
Soon enough the car comes to a halt in a familiar street. It takes you a moment to register that you have to get out, every movement sluggish and limbs feeling too heavy.
"Thanks," you murmur, not having enough energy to make your voice louder. Sam smiles at you. Asks if you're sure that you are good. You only nod, shuffling to the trunk to grab your duffel bag.
It takes you five minutes to reach the inside of your apartment. Keys nowhere to be found in your bag or your pockets, then way too hard to put inside the lock. An out-of-order elevator sign you didn't even register as you aimlessly tried to make it work. And when the door finally closes behind you with a familiar click, you simply drop to the floor, back sliding against grey paint and butt slowly landing on the cold tiles of your home.
"You know what," Bucky starts, hand going for the seatbelt. "You can just drop me off here." He's already twisting his body and reaching for the duffel bag that was at your feet. "There's a package I gotta pick up at this shop, I'll just walk from there to my apartment." There was no need to explain what he was going to do exactly, but he felt the need to justify himself.
Sam only throws him a side glance, gradually stopping at the red light. Bucky's hand is already on the handle when he nods at him, face blank but eyes softer than he lets on.
"See you around. Call me when you get another lead."
The sound of the door closing echoes into the almost empty street, tightly shut with the strength of Bucky's metal arm. He looks around for a little while, waiting for Sam's car to be completely out of sight before turning around, a hand shoved in a warm pocket while the metal one effortlessly carries his things. Mostly weapons.
He crosses the street, eyebrows gradually turning into a frown as each stride brings him closer to you and the way you looked in the car. It took him no more than thirty seconds to decide that he was not going to let you stay alone in this state, then another three minutes to casually ask Sam to let him out ; and now it won't take him more than ten minutes to walk from where he was dropped off to your building.
With big hurried strides and his head down as to not draw any attention to the remnants of blood on his face, Bucky fades into the shadows of New-York, a figure you could barely make out if you were walking down the opposite sidewalk, a fragment of your imagination, gone by the time you'd want to do a double-take.
He remembers the four digits of the main door and doesn't even bother checking if the elevator is working, rather taking the stairs two by two. His feet are silent on the carpet of the hallway leading to your door, and he stops on the familiar doormat. It's green and worn-out and if somebody got a good look at it, they would probably find mud and dried blood that has been accumulating for years. He holds his breath for a moment, leaning forward so that his cheek touches the cold wood, trained ears pricking up, but there is absolutely no sound coming from your apartment.
The spare key you gave him last month sits on his desk, he remembers with a mumbled curse. So he knocks softly, then more forcefully. Twice.
He barely hears you answer that the door is open, low voice distorted by the distance. He frowns at the doorknob, indeed moving easily along his metal hand, the door clicking open. He steps in slowly, footsteps intentionally louder so you can hear him coming in. Surely you did not usually leave your door open like this — did you know he was coming? Were you simply so out of it that you forgot the basics of safety?
He closes the door without ever turning his back to your apartment, gaze sharply surveying everything — just in case. Vase of flowers still intact on that cute little table you found in an antique store, bright blue contrasting with the grey walls. Painting and picture frames hanging perfectly, nothing suspicious. And then you, back against the wall and head lazily thrown back.
"Hey," his frown deepens and instinct kicks in. Two large strides and he reaches you, immediately crouching down to your level.
You look up, curious gaze on his face. A hand on your shoulder and the other one hovering above you, eyes scrutinizing every single part of your body in search of any injury he would have missed. It is when you sigh deeply that his eyes snap back to yours.
"Are you — you sure you didn't hit your head, sweetheart?" He tilts his head in confusion, at a loss for an explanation.
You shake your head, lips pinched and eyes screwed shut and if you are trying to reassure him by nodding your head no — well it doesn't work. His flesh hand runs along your ribs and legs, fingers pressing into your skin. You squirm.
"I'm not hurt," you mutter, opening your eyes and swatting his hand away. Your arm is slow and he sees it coming, but he lets you. He simply stares as you seem to push yourself further and further into the wall, trying to make yourself disappear into the grey. "M'fine."
"Okay," he nods, deliberately slow.
He lets his gaze wander back to your body, arms limp at your side and legs spread out. He can't help but be reminded that this is a position he finds, much too often, dead bodies in. People who have been shot and stabbed and who find the nearest wall to bleed out against. The picture makes his stomach twist and he grits his teeth, jaw ticking and eyes squeezed shut for a just second before he collects himself.
His fingers unconsciously press against your wrist, your regular pulse bringing him back to the moment. You avoid his gaze.
What did he miss during the mission? What could have possibly triggered you into this state? Did the man say something to you? He would have heard. He is never far.
A few minutes in this position painfully remind him of a sprain that isn't healed yet and he winces. The leather of his uniform squeaks when he moves and he sighs at both of your bloody clothes.
"How about we wash up?" He suggests softly, hand running up and down your upper arm, tense muscles and goosebumps against his palm. "Huh?"
You simply nod, an almost imperceptible movement.
"Okay." Bucky nods to himself. Good.
He lifts you up gently, pulling you against him. He can already hear you grumbling and shoving him, saying that you can get up and walk on your own, but your silence makes his chest constrict and he curls a protective arm around your waist, your weight resting on his side.
He sits you on your bed, covers neatly pulled up and a perfect alignement of matching pillows and cushions looking heavenly behind you. He almost smiles at how cute and neat your room looks compared to how deadly you really are. Crouching down at your feet, he grabs them, one after the other, and unties the laces of your combat boots. After a minute they lay discarded on the floor behind him as he pulls down your pants, kaki stained with brown and red. He doesn't let his hands linger on your skin, although his fingers ache to dig into your thighs.
You lazily raise your arms up and let him get your top off, shivering a little when metal grazes your bare skin, the clip of your bra snapping a second later. He disappears for a minute, the sound of water running and the smell of lavender reaching your senses. A blink later an he is back in front of you, his own shoes next to yours and less layers on his body.
"Let's get you into the bathtub, okay?" His voice is so gentle, as if he was afraid he might break you by talking too loudly, break the kind of spell you seem to be under.
You let him guide you to the bathroom, warmth engulfing you as he gently lowers you into the water. You sigh, head resting against the tub and eyes closed in what seems to be the closest to contentment that you will ever feel today.
The door shuts and Bucky sits next to you. He smiles at he watches you, even if it doesn't reach his eyes. The left corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly as he stares at the bubbles popping against your skin, the goosebumps along your arms and the shape of your neck, the way your chest heaves regularly.
You try to breathe in and out as deeply as possible, lavender and soap and Bucky all around you, feelings and sensations slowly coming back to your body with the contact of water.
The warmth, the smell of essential oils around you, the slight ripples and the way they feel against your skin, the way they sound against the tub. Bucky's soft humming near your ears when he applies shampoo in your hair, hands gently massaging your scalp, fingertips softly scrubbing and tugging. He shampoos your hair twice and it is so blissful that you don't think it is necessary to tell him that you normally do it only once.
He's the only thing you feel, water and bubbles and lavender long forgotten as you revel in his touch, body almost arching and the full weight of your head resting into his hands. Bucky chuckles breathlessly behind you, almost leaning in to nuzzle his face in your neck but he refrains from doing so, focusing on his fingers interwoven with your hair and the shampoo he rinces off. He doesn't know how long it has been and he reluctantly lets go of your neck, getting up to look for the softest towel you own.
You open your eyes at the loss of contact ; he holds out a fuzzy blue material for you, a color that makes his eyes pop out against the white lights of the room.
He presses you flush against him as his hands run up and down your arms and back in an attempt to warm you up and protect you against the fresh air of your apartment and you let yourself melt into him, head on his chest as you inhale deeply. He smells like sweat and iron and dirt but also like his aftershave and him and you close your eyes for a moment, mission forgotten. You barely feel his lips on your hair before he pulls away, hands on your waist as he leads you to your bed, repeating his actions from earlier.
He helps you change into soft grey sweatpants and a large shirt that probably belongs to him and was lying around somewhere in your room and you snuggle deep into your sheets, covers pulled up to your chin. Dimmed lights and a pretty yellow hue illuminating Bucky's features as he sits next to you, the back of his flesh hand stroking your cheek before it moves up to tuck your hair behind your ear. You let yourself drown deeper into the comfort of your blankets and his touch.
You think he asks you if you want anything to drink or eat and you don't even feel yourself shake your head no. Your mind is somewhere else, actively replacing flashes of violence and piercing malevolent and mystical eyes with pink lips and soft blue eyes and the sound of his voice, low and gravelly.
"Try to get some sleep," he says and it's almost a whisper. One last stroke at your cheek and he starts to get up. "I'll check up on you in a bit, okay?"
But an almost silent whine manages to get past your lips and your fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging — you don't put any strength into it but he stills anyway. Your small words don't get past the blanket covering half of your face.
"What was that?" He asks tenderly, slightly amused by the way you look — small and cheeks darkened by the warm bath, tendrils of hair sticking to your forehead, a pout on your lips as he lowers the sheet to see your face.
"Stay," you murmur, either too tired to raise your voice and articulate or scared of asking louder. Bucky doesn't let his surprise show — he did happen to stay more than once here, but never like this. "Just…stay the night."
He blinks slowly — a silent yes, tenderly squeezes your shoulder before pulling up the covers again until he can barely see the tip of your nose and your already-closed lids. He takes advantage of your heavy breathing to tidy up the mess he has made with both your pair of boots and your clothes, neatly folding them and putting them on a leather armchair in the corner of your room. He grabs your blue towel and disappears into the bathroom for less than four minutes, leaving the door open, steam flowing into your room.
Somewhere in there you happen to have more than one shirt of his, and soon enough he is standing at the foot of your bed again in nothing but his boxers and an old t-shirt you loved way too much for it to remain exclusively his. He can't even tell what the logo on it is because it is worn-out and faded, and he thinks you look better in it.
You're fast asleep when he crawls under the covers, stretching his arm to turn off the light and turning his body to face you. Both of your hands are tucked under your cheek with your legs pulled up, and he lets his eyes adjust to the darkness as he watches your chest rise and fall longer than he would care to admit, chest warm and tight at the idea of sharing such an intimate moment with you.
He has already laid with you in this exact position, bodies naked and limbs tangled together. But it was never like this — it all started when Sam called you for backup that one time in Costa Rica and Bucky would never admit it out loud but it was love at first sight. He saw you again in Madripoor, then Vienna, and you became a regular addition to their little team.
And he has seen you after missions, countless times. He has had to escape on his motocycle with your arms wrapped around his middle, has had to stitch you up or put ice on your ribs with Sam tending to his own wounds next to you — but this is different.
His breath fades on your skin and you scrunch up your nose in your sleep, one of your hands slipping from under your cheek and unconsciously reaching for him, the tip of your fingers grazing his chest. He slides closer, turning to lie on his back and gently brings your hand to his chest. Your fingers instinctively tighten around his shirt, a delicate palm against his heartbeat. He doesn't let go of your hand, thumb mindlessly stroking your skin as he listens to your even breathing.
His eyes snap open when he feels you suddenly slip away from his hold, his hand cold and the sheets a mess next to him. It is still dark outside, early morning birds chirping and occasional cars passing by, muffled by your double-glazed windows. He doesn't have to look at your alarm clock to know what time it is — waking up at dawn is too familiar.
It can a peaceful time, when he's not woken up by a nightmare. But something feels wrong.
Still lying on his back, he props himself up on his elbows, eyes instinctively finding you. Curled-up with your back turned to him, he has to lean forward to catch sight of your face. Eyebrows drawn together in a flat line, only separated by wrinkles. Eyes squeezed shut, lips parted to release uneven breaths and occasional whimpers, a sudden gasp making Bucky curse softly.
"Y/N," he mutters, sliding closer to you so that your back is pressed against his chest.
His flesh hand rests on your shoulder, slowly making its way down your arm, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he sighs into your neck, heart painfully clenching with every shudder shaking your body. His palm cups your elbow then slips from your arm and finds its way to your waist, a dip where his hand fits so perfectly he sometimes wonders if you were made specifically for him.
His fingers slip under your shirt, your skin too warm and almost sticky.
"S'just a dream, sweetheart," he murmurs, lips grazing your ear. "Just a dream. It's okay."
The hand resting on your waist presses against your stomach, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He can only smell your shampoo as he draws circles on your skin, tangling his legs with yours and keeping you from flailing in bed.
It takes several long minutes, his heart clenching with every pained whimper and stifled gasps — you have stopped moving but he still feels your erratic heartbeat resonate against his chest.
You slowly come to, a constant pressure on your waist and stomach and tenderness seeping from Bucky's fingertips. Cool metal on your cheeks and forehead, and you focus on the way his chest heaves against you, trying to mimic him as he breathes in and out. Bucky feels the change in your breathing and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your skin.
"Hey," he kisses the spot right behind your ear, your room slowly coming into focus. The first rays of sun of the day filtering through window panes. "You're okay."
You turn in his embrace, cheek pressed against his chest. A soft and warm material grounding you here, in the real life. His hands run up and down your back and you snuggle deeper.
You lose track of time here, and by the time Bucky talks, it is with a ray of sunshine lighting up his whole face.
"That man…" he starts, chin resting on the top of your head, unsure of what to say. "With the powers. You knew him, didn't you?"
You suck in a breath. He feels you nod against his chest. He lowers his head so he can kiss your forehead, warm lips on sticky stands of hair.
"Well he can't hurt you anymore," Bucky murmurs. You nod again.
Your voice is raspy and he feels like he hasn't heard it in months. Bucky sighs against your hair, pulling back just enough to see your face and meet your gaze. Your peer at him through your lashes, blinking slowly and adjusting to the light. You leave his embrace to lie on your back and stretch, sighing as you stare at the ceiling and recall the past twenty-four hours.
You're expecting to feel ashamed. You should tell Bucky to leave because he has done enough already. He obviously came back for you, found you sitting on the floor, helped you get up, undress and bathe. Washed your hair and put you in bed. While you were completely out of it.
But the feeling of creeping embarrassment doesn't come, your chest doesn't constrict at the thought of being so vulnerable in front of someone. As much as you remember the way he had to hold you up and undress you and wash your hair and —
"Want some tea?"
His voice breaks the silence, keeping you from spiraling down a self-deprecative pit. You slowly turn your head on the pillow, hair forming a halo around you. He's got his elbow propped up on the mattress and his chin resting on his palm, the softest hue of blue looking down at you, and for a moment it is almost like your breath gets stuck in your throat.
"Sure." A faint smile on your lips, your eyes follow his back and the way his muscles move as he gets up from the bed and leaves the room, not before having softly ran his flesh hand on your forearm, a small affectionate squeeze on your wrist.
You sigh, the sound drowned out by clinks and clatters in the kitchen. This is domestic, normal. The white ceiling stares back at you and you can't stand this color anymore, instead turning your head the other way, eyes squinting at the window.
You smell his black coffee before he even enters the room again. Holding two cups, he only rolls his eyes at your scrunched-up nose and somehow contentment fills your chest when the mattress deeps under his weight. Sitting with his back against the headboard, with the morning light and the blind casting shadows on his features, his eyes have never looked so blue. Small tendrils of hair fly around his face as a lukewarm breeze enters from a window you hadn't noticed was opened during the night.
You decide that the tea is still too hot for you to drink and put the cup on your bedside table, Bucky eyeing you silently when you reach for his own cup, leaning forward and putting it out of his grasp.
Your arms slowly find their way around his neck and you press your cheek against his. His arms immediately curl around you, a natural reaction. He no longer smells like mission aftermath and you smell your own shampoo in his locks — honey and cherry blossom. You find it surreal, how his chest always rises and falls so steadily, a lulling rhythm against your own heartbeat. Cheek still pressed against yours, Bucky slowly tilts his head, lips grazing your skin.
His phone vibrates, a dull sound on the nightstand. He sighs and you feel him move against you, hand blindly searching for the source of the sound while keeping his body turned towards yours.
"Yeah?" Metal hand holding the phone against his ear, his flesh hand squeezes your waist. You smile faintly at him — and at Sam's voice, which you can hear even when Bucky doesn't put him on speaker.
Waiting, you rest your head against his chest as he switches from a sitting position to something in-between, allowing you to lay comfortably. He glances down at you before opening his mouth again.
"I haven't talked to her." He keeps it brief, simple. His hand goes from your waist to your arm, fingers running across your elbow, shoulder, then on your scalp. "I'm sure she's fine. She just needed some time."
You sigh against his chest and he gently tugs on your hair.
"Will do. Bye."
The sound of his phone clattering against the nightstand is stronger than the birds outside, and somehow you can feel him think.
"Think we should tell him?"
"Mh," you mutter, sound muffled by your mouth on his shirt. He probably knows anyway — it's Sam. "Let's just…" You pull your face away from his chest, just for a few seconds, enough to look at him when you talk. "Stay in bed for a while. Like this."
You hold his gaze for a moment — whatever question he might have had about sharing a bed with you for so long disappears with the tenderness in your eyes.
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Soooo I only have time to write one thang tonight.... please let me know in the comments what y’all would rather see:
Bodyguard Bucky & Virgin with a Praise Kink
Part 5 I’m With the Band
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sunday’s with a solider - b.b
summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with.
pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader
warnings: kissing (??), swearing
an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers.
“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.
The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max.
“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of.
“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.
“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you.
“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”
The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled.
“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal.
“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms.
“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to.
The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you.
“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed.
“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page.
“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest.
As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same.
You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck.
After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you.
“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”
It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store.
You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you.
It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”
The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him.
“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’
“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something.
It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you.
“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue.
“A ghost story or a real threat?”
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨
summary: bucky barnes learns to be a friend and you hate silences. pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader
tags: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, slow burn, relationship built on lies, general dumbassary, character building chapter
warnings: swearing, more crime, mental health is touched on and discussed
word count: 2.2k
a/n: they finally have a normal conversation! kinda. as always, thank you for reading and caring about this little story. it means the world.
read chapter two here!
“Do you think it’s possible that the snap just.. missed her?” You hear your Dad ask on the other end of the line.
That question was one you had asked yourself one too many times in your time since the blip happened. Because how the fuck does the universe made that big of an error that it just forgets to bring someone back?
And why would the only person left behind be your mother? Sure, you had shit luck, but that just felt like a personal fuck you from the fates themselves.
With a heavy sigh, you shrugged, despite knowing your dad couldn’t see you on the other end of the line. It was more a force of habit than anything else, anyways. “We don’t really know how the fuck the entire Thanos thing worked. So, at this point, anything is possible, I guess.”
In reality, you knew better than to be so naive these days. Bucky tore apart any shred of hope you have that your mother was lost in time. Maybe you never believed in any of it, anyways. Does it even fucking matter when she’s still gone, and Bucky still stays aloof about the entire conversation like it’s a secret you aren’t allowed to be a part of?
“Anything is possible at this point, Dad.”
“What do you remember about being gone?”
That questioned stumped you, a short blink in reaction to the topic you both seemed to avoid, like a burned-down building. What did you remember?
It doesn’t fucking matter.
But you gave the answer you have always rehearsed, the one that made it easier to explain to anyone who asked and would never understand.
“I remember coming back, that’s it.”
It’s a half-truth - when you think about that day, all you can remember immediately is something akin to being tossed onto the floor, like a puppet who had all their strings cut, and they collapse in on themselves. Your ankles had given out under you when you came back, now in a stranger’s apartment that used to be yours.
You remember that the wall had never been painted that colour before. Then, the sight of the horrified family and screaming little boy.
All this to say, you tried not to think about that day.
You never did finish watching the movie that had been playing before you disappeared. Nowadays, you can’t bring yourself to.
You can hear the sound of your Dad sighing on the other end; he knows you’re sugar-coating everything the way you always have. He always told you that you speak with candy sentences, and one day it would make your teeth rot. So far, no cavities to report.
“I made a new friend,” you report back to him like a kindergartner on their first day of school. Really, you just hope it’s enough to take his attention away from certain subjects.
“Oh, sweetie, that’s great! Tell me everything about him.”
How the fuck do you describe Bucky Barnes?
Bucky isn’t much of a texter, as you’ve come to find out in the time since you gave him your number, and he’s made small attempts to reach out. He’s managed to figure out how to use the camera on his cellphone, something that absolutely blew his mind when you first told him about it.
Sometimes, he sends you pictures of the things he sees on his walk. They’re always burry, and his thumb covers half the lens, but you respond the same every time.
Let me tag along next time.
It’s one of those stupid things friends say to each other whenever they do something interesting. Nobody ever actually means it. (Side note, when did you become friends with Bucky? Are you friends with Bucky?)
He allows you to get away with it for the first few times, usually just not responding until the next day or so. It’s a routine you both have fallen into since he’s stopped popping into your life unceremoniously.
It’s a Saturday afternoon the next time you hear from Bucky, and the sound of your phone buzzing on the living room table piques your interest just enough to take a look.
Another blurry photo of what you assume is supposed to be a squirrel. You squint at the picture, trying to make sense of what you’re looking at before sending back the same response you always have.
This time, however, Bucky breaks the unspoken tradition before you can even set your phone back down on the light-coloured wood.
I’ll pick you up in about ten minutes. Bring a jacket.
You stare at the screen, glancing over to the form of your sleeping cat on the couch, before huffing a sigh and trudging off to your bedroom to get dressed.
It takes less than ten minutes for the sound of the door buzzer to ring out, Bucky announcing his arrival. You make an effort to save your side remarks until you actually see him face to face.
You had reached for the first pair of jeans that weren’t in the laundry hamper and hoped it was good enough. Biding his advice, you wore an old sweatshirt you’ve kept in the back of your closet for years now.
Sure enough, when you reach the lobby, you see the unmistakable sight of Bucky through the glass front doors with his hands in this pockets. Some part of you had thought he would change his appearance in the weeks he had been away, but he looked the same as ever.
There’s a comfort in that you aren’t sure how to explain. Everything changes, but Bucky stays the same.
“You know, I half expected you to break into my apartment building like when we met? Or, at the very least, shimmy up the fire escape. You’re losing your edge there, Bucky.”
He barely turns to face you, seemingly already having expected your side remarks. “I don’t shimmy up anything. Besides, I didn’t break in anywhere.”
“Then how the hell did you end up in my lobby?”
His lip twitches slightly; you see a slight sparkle in his blue eyes.
“I followed in a pizza delivery guy. They hold the door open for anyone.”
You can’t help the surprised laughter that erupts from the back of your throat at his confession and ignore the pink tint in his face and the way it makes your stomach tighten slightly. “Yeah, you are definitely losing your edge there, Buck.”
He lightly pushes your shoulder in retaliation, and you stumble on the sidewalk in a fit of laughter as you both walk forward with smiles painted on your faces.
“When did you cut your hair?”
“Christ, you just keep the hits coming, don’t you?”
You ignore the comment, as you often do.
“I get the why; people cut their hair when they want to change their life. It’s basic psychology.”
“What fucking shrink have you been going to? Sounds like something mine would say.”
You weren’t expecting that, the small admission that Bucky has been seeing a therapist, but you make an effort not to let it show. You know that if you do, he’ll be eating those words for weeks straight.
“I took a psychology class in college.”
“Shut up. Also, I’ve fallen victim to the breakup bangs one too many times. People go through something in their life, and they want to get control back, usually by changing their physical appearance. You don’t strike me as the tattoo and piercing type of guy, so you cut your hair.”
You can feel him staring at you, the piercing blue eyes threatening to burn into your skin if you look up at him. There’s the need to break the silence building, the familiar sensation to fill the air with anything to stop the moment from being ruined like you so often do.
Right then, Bucky tilts his head and looks forward.
“Steve gave up the shield; Sam took it on. Or, he took it at least, I guess. After that, it felt like the end of something. The end of me, or who I used to be. I didn’t have a life to come back to like everyone else did. So, cutting my hair felt like the first step towards something. I guess.”
There’s a breeze that runs over the both of you after he’s done talking; you ignore the chill it sends up your spine and try to find the right thing to say to all of that.
“It looks good,” is all that comes out instead.
Bucky smiles, and you know you got something right.
You’re freezing your ass off by the time Bucky says to call it a day. The sweatshirt you wore doing little to protect you from the New York spring evening, and you curse not living closer to the equator on days like this.
He didn’t make you walk far, really. You made it to the park and around, Bucky watching the ducks flap around in the water.
“Does the super-soldier serum stop you from getting cold?” You blurt out, teeth nearly chattering as you make your way back to your apartment building.
“Told you to bring a jacket.” Bucky shrugs back, unbothered by the wind or your current state, so it would seem. “Sweater is not a jacket, it is?”
You want to smack him again just to see if it does any real damage to him and his cocky behaviour. Maybe it would wipe the smirk off his face for good.
You flip him the middle finger instead of responding, the cold seeping into your bones now, and you know it’ll take a hot shower and night’s rest to rid yourself of the chill. Before any witty words leave your mouth, you feel the warmth of Bucky’s jacket set over your shoulders.
It’s dark in colour, a grey hue that matches the sky, and it smells like a campfire and something sweeter. Bucky already has his hands back in the pockets of his jeans by the time you look over at him. “Don’t you dare say anything.”
You snort, the small moment ruined by his words, and it takes away the heavy feeling in the air. You’re thankful for that.
“And they say chivalry is dead.”
“How can it be dead when there are people like you to annoy people like me?”
“Spoken like a true romantic, Buck.”
You hear him laugh next to you, and you smile at the sound as you both round the corner to your apartment building. When you finally get the door unlocked, he holds it open for you without the usual snide remarks.
He doesn’t follow you inside.
“Come on, if you’re gonna stalk me, you should at least see where I live.” You offer, waving your hand for him to follow you in the lobby and up the elevator. “Has it been a long time since a girl asked you to come over?”
“So that’s a yes.” You grin, hurrying past him to open your front door. Salem greets you, wandering into the hallway with no fear to rub up against Buckys leg before turning back to walk inside.
Bucky hums in response, scratching under the chin of the black furball. “She’s nicer than you.” He comments, following Salem inside and leaving you rolling your eyes at the two of them.
You make sure to lock the door behind you, toeing off your sneakers in the process and kicking them to the closet door. There’s no surprise when you turn back around to see Salem on the kitchen counter with Bucky fawning over her. You should have known when you saw the way he marvelled at ducks. Guy had a soft spot for animals, and Salem had a soft spot for attention.
“Her name’s Salem,” you offer. “I really liked Sabrina the Teenage Witch as a kid and always wanted my own Salem. She’s plenty more entertaining. You wanna give her some treats?” You ask, laughing at Bucky’s nodding.
“Always wanted a cat.” He muses. “Mom was allergic, though and didn’t have time when I joined the army to even consider it. Never had time in general, I guess.” There’s a hint of longing in his words as you hand over the package of cat treats to him. Salem already trying to get at the bag with no hesitation.
“Hey, I know a good shelter not too far from here. We can head over whenever you want and see if anyone catches your eye? That’s where I got her from.” Bucky is already spilling the treats onto the counter as you talk. His eyes light up at the offer.
You laugh, nodding along and turning to the dry erase calendar you keep on the fridge, and you take the marker and draw a cartoonish version of a cat on the next day.
After that, you set yourself down on the couch and turn on the TV as Bucky takes the seat next to you.
“Can we watch that movie you told me about? Grease?”
“You didn’t watch it yet?”
“Was waiting for you.”
You don’t know what to say to that. Instead, you just nod slowly and stand up to fetch the Bluray disk from the growing collection on the shelf and set it up.
Salem finds the best spot between the both of you to fall back asleep in; the opening credits of the movie start playing, and you try not to overthink how easy this all feels.
Not even when Bucky reaches for the blanket neatly folded on the back of the couch and lays it over both of your laps.
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Up Coming work
Finals and graduation is coming so I won’t be able to post a lot but I do have a lot up coming
‘Monsters in my closet’ Avengers x teen!reader
‘Magpie darling’ ‘I hate you’ Sam Wilson x Reader
‘Angeleyes’ Javier Peña x reader series
‘From dust we come from- to dust we return’ Bucky Barnes x inhuman!reader
2 nsfw alphabet (Rey,Wanda)
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mess is mine – b. b.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
summary: moments in which you’re there for bucky, and he’s there for you
warnings: friends to lovers (slowburn), mutual pining, angst, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff
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mess is mine (1/5) – b. b.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
series summary: moments in which you’re there for bucky, and he’s there for you
chapter 1: after bucky has a nightmare, you do your best to bring him comfort
word count: 651
warnings: nightmares, angst but ends in fluff :’)
a/n: this whole series will take place during TFATWS
The sound of Bucky screaming has you up and out of bed in less than a second. Your heart pounds as you nearly trip over your own feet down the short hallway to the small living room, your whole body trembling.
A pit forms in your stomach when you see him lying on the floor–blankets twisted around his legs with pillows littered underneath him, the light from the TV screen casting a soft glow upon him.
“Bucky.” Even though you’ve heard that it’s a bad idea to wake someone up from a nightmare, you kneel down and place your hand on his shoulder, shaking it gently. “It’s okay. You’re having a nightmare. It’s (Y/n), I’m right here. You’re okay, you’re safe,” you plead, tears pricking at your eyes and a lump forming in your throat.
You gasp when he suddenly shoots up, arm swinging towards you. With your quick reflexes, you’re able to catch his fist before it makes contact with your face. His eyes are wild as you lower it slowly. “(Y/n)? Is… is that you?”
“It’s me. You’re okay,” you sob.
“I’m–Where am I?” he asks, voice quivering.
Your fingers interlace with his and you squeeze his hand, letting out a deep breath. “In our apartment in Brooklyn. There’s no one else here, okay? The doors are locked, it’s just the two of us, we’re safe.”
Bucky’s face falls suddenly. “Shit, did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–Are you okay?”
“I should be the one asking you that,” you say, huffing out a laugh. “But shush, I’m fine, don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Thank god,” he sighs.
Your gaze searches his face. “Hey, do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t…” Bucky shakes his head. “It was about you.”
Your heart leaps into your throat. “What about me, Buck?”
He squeezes his eyes shut. “Hydra–they captured you and I wasn’t able to do anything about it. I had to watch–” His breath hitches and he lets out a small sob.
“Hey, I’m right here,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
His arms snake around your waist and squeeze you against him, almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll disappear. You hold each other for a good while, silent and content in each other’s embrace. Once Bucky’s calmed down, you untangle yourself from him and start to stand up, before you can, Bucky tugs on your hand.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but–” He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Could you stay? Just for tonight?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Of course.”
His shoulders sag with relief as he scoots over and lifts the covers, allowing you to slip in next to him. “Is it okay, um… would it be alright if we cuddle?”
Your heart leaps into your throat, and you nod, not trusting your voice.
“Great,” he breathes out.
Bucky throws his arm over your waist and pulls you toward him so that your chest is flush against his. You desperately hope he can’t feel the way your heart is pounding as he tangles his legs with yours and presses his face into your shoulder.
“Hey, Bucky?” you ask softly. He nods to let you know he’s listening. “I know I said this before, but… I’ll always be here for you. You call, and I’ll answer before it even starts to ring. Okay?”
His arms give you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you,” his voice cracks as he whispers the two words, so softly that you barely even hear it.
You let out a deep breath. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s what best friends are for.”
Soon, you hear the sound of Bucky’s breath evening out, and it’s only then that you allow yourself to close your eyes and let yourself fall into a deep sleep.
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bucky finds love where he least expects it
word count: 1.9k
a/n: hi bffs i am back w my usual fluff ,, i hope u all enjoy !! let me know what u all think ! a fundraiser? more like raising buckys heart rate ! (I’m funny please laugh)
“it’ll be fun! It’s for a fundraiser and my friend is counting on us” Sam spoke, “and plus when was the last time you went to an arcade?” He questioned and bucky rolled his eyes.
“I’m 106 i don’t go to arcades” bucky grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and looking to the side. Sam rolled his eyes, walking over and sitting down next to his friend.
“Cmon buck y/n will kill me if you don’t show up, she already promised who know how many people that we’d show up” sam frowned and bucky looked at him angrily.
“fine whatever” bucky agreed reluctantly, “but I’m leaving after the first hour” he added quickly and sam smiled at him, knowing he would end up staying the whole time.
“you’ll get along just fine” Sam smiled, “the easiest thing you can do in life is fall in love with y/n y/l/n” bucky rolled his eyes. Fat chance.
“When is it anyway” bucky asked, sam gave him a toothy grin before replying, “tonight at 6! See you there at 5!” He spoke quickly, rushing out of the super soldier’s apartment before he could suffer the consequences.
Bucky groaned, his hands flying to his face before he checked the time, he had three hours before he had to head out.
You were giddy, it was your first fundraiser for your new nonprofit, posters spread around the arcade in hopes of reaching your goal. You expected a larger crowd tonight, the buzz of Captain America and The Winter Soldier making a guest appearance made your heart race.
You smiled as you saw bucky walk in at 5:30, you checked yourself out in the mirror next to you before walking towards him with a smile.
“Mr. Barnes! hi I’m y/n” you grinned, holding out your hand. He shook it lightly before giving you a tight smile, looking around for Sam.
“uh, wheres sam? He said he would be here by now” he asked you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head.
“he’ll probably get here at like 5:30, he’s always late” you smiled and bucky laughed a little, the sound making your smile widen.
“I’ll let you go change into your suit, the restrooms are right over there” you smiled and bucky nodded, heading towards the restrooms, bag in hand with his suit.
Before you knew it people were filing in, Sam running out just in the nick of time to stand next to bucky.
As everyone met and took pictures with the two avengers you made small talk with some business people, giving out information about your fundraiser and graciously accepting donations left and right. You skipped over to the giant whiteboard near the prizes, smiling widely throughout the night as you colored in the box closer to the goal. Bucky smiled at how excited you were, he admired how passionate you seemed about your project.
The night progressed and you finished making rounds with most of the visitors, many people taking interest in how to help and spreading the word online. You finally let yourself relax, heading over to Sam and bucky who had already changed back to regular clothes and were sitting by the restaurant area.
“how’d it go?” You smiled at sam, ordering a water quickly.
“it was good, lots of people” he spoke, “my cheeks hurt from smiling, can’t imagine how hard it was for this guy” he teased bucky, nudging him with his elbow. Bucky frowned at sam, sitting up a bit straighter.
“i smile all the time” bucky spoke gruffly, “I’m a happy guys I’ll have you know” he turned his attention to you, smiling for a second.
“i never said you weren’t happy” sam shot back and you smiled as the two friends bickered.
“You implied it!” Bucky frowned and you laughed.
“okay notes break it up” you sighed, smiling as you finished your bottle of water. “any one wanna get their ass handed to them in air hockey?”
Sams eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, you groaned. Bucky looked at him confused, squinting his eyes a little.
“no way” sam replied and you pouted.
“why not?” You frowned, bucky was quiet as he observed the two of you.
“you’re a whole different person when you play!” Sam continued to shake his head, eating some of the fries bucky ordered, earning him a small angry ‘hey’ from the metal armed man.
“oh they can’t be that bad surely” bucky smiled at you, the frown on your face quickly replaced with a grin as you grabbed his metal hand and dragged him towards the air hockey table.
“oh god” sam mumbled, getting up from his seat and following the two of you through the crowd.
“you know how to play?” you asked bucky and he nodded. You handed him a paddle, and grabbed the puck, slipping in some coins and smiling brightly.
“for the record i am on Buckys team, simply out of spite” Sam spoke loudly, still eating Buckys fries.
“you’re eating all my fries!” Bucky grumbled and Sam rolled his eyes, shoving another handful of fries into his mouth.
“ready?” You asked and bucky nodded, you hit the puck gently, easing into the game. Bucky stuck it quickly, a smirk on his face as it smoothly went in. Your mouth dropped open as he scored.
“from what Sam said i thought you were better than that doll” bucky smirked, you felt butterflies in your stomach but you shoved them down, determined to beat him.
“was gonna go easy on you considering you might break your back trying to get the puck” you shot back, sams mouth wide open at your comment. Bucky smirked, you were witty and cute?
You took the puck and placed it down, hitting it quickly and bouncing it off the walls of the table, bucky strikes it quickly, you managed to hit it back before he scored and landed it cleanly in the goal. You smiled in satisfaction.
“glad to know you can score” bucky teased, hitting the puck, both of you focused on the game as you spoke.
“glad to know you won’t get a heart attack trying to keep up, old man” Sam watched from the side, eating the fries and enjoying the entertainment.
“i keep up quite well sweetheart” bucky replied, hitting the puck sharply and scoring, your eyes met and he smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing the puck and hitting it quickly, he bounced it off the wall and you struck back without hesitation, the two of you going back and forth before you stuck the puck softly, catching him off guard before hitting it again and scoring.
“we’ll see about that james” your tone was sharp, bucky was taken back at the venom in your voice, looking at Sam with wide eyes.
“i warned you” the man chuckled, eating the last couple fries.
Bucky turned back to the game, both of you fiercely trying to score on the other.
“cmon thought you were a super soldier? cant use that extra strength to beat me?” You teased as you scored, bucky rolling his eyes at your tone.
“want me to put it to good use?” Buckys voice got deeper and you gulped a little, your Kees growing weak. He smirked and placed the puck on the table, your eyes unfocused as you thought of the tone of his voice. He scored easily, winning at you. “cats got your tongue?”
Your competitive nature got the best of you, anger rising in your chest as you saw the score, 9-8. You need two points to win, no way he was gonna beat you.
You set the puck down on the table, hitting it as soon as bucky tried to score again, not giving him time to move, a smile on your face as you heard it slide into the goal.
Bucky was silent as he set the puck down again, hitting it quickly, you were quick to react, bouncing it off the wall and into his own paddle. As bucky tried to move back to block the puck, he accidentally hit the puck with his paddle, causing it to slide into the goal and score on himself.
“i thought you could keep up?” You whined, pouting a bit before smirking at him proudly. Bucky bit his lip as the machine announced your win. You smiled at him as he set the paddle on the table, winking at him before turning around and telling Sam you were gonna go to the restroom.
Bucky was left in awe as you walked away, his mouth slightly agape. Sam smirked at the man, patting his shoulder as they walked to their table again.
“you like them dont you” Sam smiled and bucky looked at him like he was crazy.
“wha- me? No! i just met them!” Bucky protested and Sam rolled his eyes.
“as if you guys weren’t flirting that whole game?” Sam laughed and bucky shook his head.
“isn’t that how they talk to you when you guys play?” Sam widened his eyes and shook his head.
“oh god no i wish, last time they called me a bird brain!” Sam frowned and bucky laughed, “and then they said, ‘had known you were gonna play like this, i would’ve stayed home, it’s the same as playing with a fish’”
Bucky couldn’t stop the fit of laughter as Sam frowned at all the things you told him during the game, smiling slightly as he remembered the way you apologized after, hugging him and kissing his cheek and offering to buy him all the food he wanted.
“what’s so funny?” You asked, a smile on your face as you slid into the seat next to sam.
“just telling bucky all the things you say when we play” sam spoke and your face turned red.
“I’m really sorry, i hope i didn’t hurt your feelings or anything” you smiled softly and bucky shook his head.
“oh no I’m fine i get it” he smiled at you and you nodded, stomach in knots as you thought back to his words. Your throat went dry and you looked at him, quickly glancing to your hands. It didn’t go unnoticed by bucky though.
“actually, that super strength comment kinda hurt” he frowned slightly, trying his best to look genuinely hurt. You looked at him with wide eyes, frowning at his words.
“really? I’m sorry i didn’t mean it i swear, I’ll do anything to make it up to you” you spoke quickly, guilt washing over you.
“going on a date would make me feel so much better” bucky smiled and your mouth dropped, a smile on your face as you realized he was just messing with you.
You crossed your arms over chest as Sam smirked at bucky, proudly looking at him.
“if you wanted to ask me out you could’ve just said so sergeant” you smiled and bucky shrugged his shoulders.
“where’s the fun in that doll face” the two of you kept eye contact or a while, you wanted to just lean over the table and kiss him, bucky wanted nothing more than to crash his lips onto yours. Sam wanted more fries.
“is that a yes then?” Bucky asked and you were quiet for a moment before speaking up.
“maybe it is” you quipped, “depends” you smiled, making Sam shake his head as he realized where this was gonna go.
“depends on what?” Bucky questioned, cocking his head to the side as the smile on your face grew.
“how good are you at basketball?” You questioned, already getting up to head to the game, hand slipping into Bucky’s and pulling him behind you.
You were gonna be the death of him, but he didn’t mind it one bit.
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hey girl! how have you been?🤍
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Ok so I read a similar fic a little while ago and I had an idea for a bucky x y/n and I thought you’d do amazing with this.
Tony is throwing a party and Bucky doesn’t want to go since he’ll have to socialize so he stays in his room. Some random girl comes in by mistake since she was trying to escape the party as well and they start talking. Bucky can’t stop thinking about her and then sees her again a couple days after the party and realizes she’s a new agent who’s working at the compound.
Ok that probably sounds so bad🙈 ahaha sorry! you could totally change it and do whatever you want lol
but thank you very very much!❤️✨
I love this idea so much and I just hope I did it half the justice that it deserves. I really hope you like it.
On party business - Bucky Barnes
Warnings: None unless you're Steve Rogers and coarse language is an issue for you.
AN: Don't mind me venting some of my social anxiety issues through this fic...
The party was loud and busy as would be expected at one of Tony Starks infamous get-togethers. You were only here because you didn’t feel like you could refuse the invite, and how many times could a person be invited to a Party by hosted by Tony Stark? So you went along, instantly regretting the decision as soon as you walked into the compound. It was packed with dancing men and women, some holding drinks while others were grinding their bodies together. Many were sitting on couches enveloped in conversations which you doubted you would be invited into. You didn’t know anyone.
Finding the clearest route through the people you made your way to the Bar. There was no way you could get through this night without downing a drink first, if not two or three. Taking a seat on one of the stools you glanced around the room hoping the night would go by faster.
Bucky hated Parties. He hated how many people would surround him, ask him questions in their drunk states and caress his Metal arm with their sticky, alcohol covered fingers. There were also the ones that would avoid him completely as well. The ones that were still wary of him despite knowing he was no longer the Winter Solider. Those people were a part of his everyday life however, so he didn't mind them as much, having been accustomed to so many living in fear of him already. This in mind, it still hurt to think nobody trusted him enough to be around him. It made it so the Winter Solider was always with him, people only seeing him as his past. So Bucky didn’t leave his room. Nobody at the Party would want him there anyway, they wouldn’t miss his presence. He sat on his bed and read his books, cleaned his boots, wrote in his journal. This way nothing unexpected could ever happen.
You’d been at the party for no more than two hours and were already aching to leave. There were too many people around for your liking, none of them paying any interest in you as you stood in the corner next to the bar. Most were shitfaced drunk, you managing to stay sober despite the circumstances. You never let yourself over drink at parties after seeing some of your past friends making the most embarrassing mistakes during your high school years. Some got tattoos or had one night stands, others posted videos of themselves on the internet for all to see or sent an embarrassing message to their ex. Making a promise to yourself in high school you told yourself to never let yourself become like them. You planned to keep that promise.
Pushing your way to through the crowd you made you way to one of the many staircases attempting to get away from the storm of people surrounding you. Some swore at you as you moved your way past them, holding onto the handrail for security to avoid any drama as people shoved you back. You weren’t trying to be rude but you had to get away.
Once at the top you moved quickly down the hallway to the left of you, turning each doorknob you passed, looking desperately for a room that was unlocked to be your place of refuge. Five doors later and a doorknob twisted with ease allowing you entrance. You pushed the door open in a hurry, rushing into the room without so much as a glance around. Closing the door behind you you rested your forehead gently upon its wood with a sigh. You were so relived to find an escape from the over peopled space outside of this room, finally taking a breath only for it to catch in your throat at the sound of another's presence.
It was the sound of a closing book, it wasn't being slammed shut but just gently closed and you could hear the pages slap lightly against each other. Your shoulders tensed and you reached for the doorknob readying yourself to leave.
It was the voice of a man, deep and steady. Calming somehow.
Slowly retracting your hand from the doorknob you turned to face the stranger of that you had walked in on. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. I was just trying to get away from the crowd".
Your back was pressed to the door and you hands itched to reach for the doorknob again, every part of you
wishing to get out of the uncomfortable encounter. The man gave a small awkward smile and shuffled himself to the edge of the bed he was lying on, placing his feet on the ground. He was wearing cat socks and you couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips. He looked at you confused, and followed your gaze to his feet an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks.
"I like them a lot, where'd you get them?" You asked not wanting him to feel self-conscious over something as simple as a pair of socks. He simply shrugged "Can't remember honestly". You could tell he did remember and that he probably had whole draws full of the fuzzy feet warmers but you didn't overstep any more than you already had, having been in his room and all.
"I guess I should go" You point behind you to the door you were leaning against, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. You could taste the blood in your mouth from the harsh grazing of your teeth. "I'm so sorry for bothering you". You reached for the doorknob your fingers wrapping around it tightly as you were so close to your escape.
Freezing in your place you took his words more seriously than he meant them to be. You had been so close to leaving and you contemplated pulling the door open and making a run for it.
He seemed to understand your discomfort "You don't have to but if you want to stay here until the party calms down a little you can".
There was a silence and you regarded his proposal before turning back around to face him, keeping a hand pressed firmly to the wood of the door. "Are you sure I wouldn't be bothering you?".
The man shook his head, a short laugh escaping his lips "Yeah I'm sure. God knows I need to be more social". This made you frown, not understanding how he could say such a thing when there was a very social party right outside his door.
"If you need to be social you shouldn't be out there?" You waved behind you again keeping your eyes on the man in front of you. He had bright blue eyes that seemed to stare into the deepest parts of your soul, but not in the threatening way from which it would seem. They felt safe and trustworthy. He wore a grey T-shirt over a long sleeved black thermal, jeans and of course those wonderful cat socks. He seemed kind enough and you felt your stress fade the smallest bit as you took in his features.
The man with the undeniably beautiful eyes shook his head at your question "I'm not fond of crowds". You had to agree with him there. You always felt uncomfortable around masses of people especially in small spaces. You had Your social anxiety to thank for that wonderful fault. It wasn't like you could help it, You tried to but it was difficult to stand being cramped together with a bunch of strangers.
"I understand what you mean" You lifted your gaze from his for a second and looked around his room. It was neat and tidy, everything organized and in its own little home where it belonged. "You are very-' you paused, thinking of a word to describe the place, "-Clean".
He nodded "I've had issues with people controlling me in the past, this is just one thing I feel l can make my own".
The change of tone in his voice startled you, how important this was to him and the hidden pain that appeared behind the blue eyes you had grown to adore within the short minutes of knowing him. Sliding your back down the door you sat on the floor of his room staring back at him on his bed. You couldn't deny that you didn't want to go back out into the bustling hallway filled with drunken fools. So you had made the decision and decided to stay.
He looked shocked by your movements and a frown began to form on his face as he shuffled closer to the wall next to his bed. "You can sit up here if you want, I can move if you feel uncomfortable with me up here too, or I can get you a chair" He sounded so sincere and the gentleman in him pleased you. You doubted any other man you had met on this night would have been so kind but you declined his offers, already feeling like a burden in his room. "It's okay, I'm fine here".
You could tell he didn't
like your answer, that he wanted to get up so you could sit on the bed or get you the chair that he suggested. You sent him a smile to reassure him you were okay where you were.
After a moment of silence he spoke "So you don't like parties?"
You let yourself chuckle "You could say that yeah".
It took a moment to register his question fiddling with your hands, cracking your knuckles. "Same reason as you I guess, Its hard to feel accepted around people you don't know, I feel like their judging me. It makes me uncomfortable". You had no idea why you told him that but once it left your lips you couldn't take it back. It was okay though, it wasn't as embarrassing as you thought it would be when you looked up to see his understanding eyes.
"But you know people here right? Friends that know you?" His head was tilted to the side, just a little, and he reminded you of a puppy. A handsome blue eyed puppy.
You shook your head "Not here no, and even if I did they wouldn't really know me" Once again you shared more than was needed but it felt so easy to say, it came out before you could think the words over and there was no shame in saying the words like you thought there would be.
He didn't seem bothered by them either, more like he knew where you were coming from.
"What's your name?"
You liked that name a lot. It was a nickname obviously but it suited him so perfectly and you felt so comfortable at hearing it. It was almost indescribable, the way he seemed to be telling himself what his name was as well as you. It made you even more curious, all the unknowns about the person in front of you, Bucky, that you wanted to learn.
You frowned "What's my what?" as soon as the words left your lips you felt stupid, so entranced by him that you were barley thinking of the conversation at hand.
A smile formed on his face "What's your name?"
You could feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment and you struggled for words through flustered state. "Of course um- it's Y/n"
You felt so stupid and looked down at your hands trying to seem unbothered, pretending that what had just happened never did. You had never been good at dealing with embarrassment and you chose to keep your head down whenever something embarrassing happened. That had started in high school as well. How easy it was to be teased for the smallest things had brought upon you the stress and anxiety you held with you to this very day.
"I like that name" Bucky's words were gentle, as if they alone, were lifting your head up to look at him, like a gentle hand under your chin. "I like your name too". He smiled again at that and you looked back to your hands squeezing them together tightly.
You wanted to ask him so many questions, keep a conversation flowing to stop the awkward silence that would soon settle in but you didn't want to seem weird in any way. You tried to think of something that related to your previous, extremely short, conversation. Something to add onto it, to get to know him better.
"What's your full name? I know Bucky's a nickname" You were about to stop there, and you probably should have, but thought it best to clarify some more with what you meant "Not that I don't like the name Bucky, I love it actually, I just wanted to know".
Curses flowed through your mind and anxiety followed as your words trailed off into the short silence before his response. You sounded so stupid and you cringed internally at how awkward you always were.
"My names James. James Buchanan Barnes".
You bit your lip as a smile formed on his, making your stomach do the smallest of flips. "Well It's nice to meet you James Buchanan Barnes".
Bucky hadn't expected someone like you to come through his door and he hadn't expected you to accept his offer to stay. You talked to him like he was a real person and you never said a thing about his arm. It was as though you barely noticed it and after twenty minutes you came to sit with him on the bed, the floor becoming 'unbearably uncomfortable' in your words. He made plenty of room and kept a
respectable distance between you, not wanting to come off like he was just trying to get in your pants, but you seemed to understand that that wasn't the case. You talked for another hour, silences between different conversations as you thought of ways to keep the discussion going. You were both as awkward as each other it seemed, and as time passed you both became more comfortable with the others presence. When you finally checked the time you were surprised to see how long you had stayed and got up fast to leave. Bucky didn't want you to go but it wasn't his place to tell you otherwise. You put your shoes back on, having taken them off earlier and headed toward the door. Turning back to him as you twisted the handle you pursed your lips with a small smile. He thought it was cute.
"Thank you Bucky, for letting me stay".
Bucky nodded "Maybe I'll see you around, if I'm lucky".
You bit your lip one last time, a thing Bucky noticed you did, before you opened the door and left, closing it behind you.
Bucky sat back on his bed a grin growing on his face at the thought of you, a complete stranger whose company he had grown to enjoy. He thought over the last thing he had said, 'Maybe I'll see you around, if I'm lucky'. Bucky wasn't ever very lucky but maybe the world would be on his side this time. Maybe he would get to see you again.
A week had passed since the party and Bucky sat with Sam and Steve at the compound. An argument had ensued as a result of this the three never being a stunning trio, mainly referring to Bucky and Sam's constant bickering. "That's not how it works! Come on side with me here Steve!" Sam looked over to their blonde haired friend who simply shrugged as a response. He was smart enough not to get caught up in sides between the two of them. Bucky opened his mouth to respond but someone over Sam's shoulder caught his eye, making him pause.
"Cat got your tongue? You know I'm right Buck".
Bucky simply ignored Sam's teasing, eyes locked on the newcomer to the room. A woman talking to Natasha. Her back was turned and her hair was down obscuring any possible view of her features from him. But he knew he recognized her. If only she would would turn around. It took another minute and now, curious, both Sam and Steve had moved their gazes to the girl. They didn't seem to know her and soon became bored turning back to each other and starting a whole new conversation from which Bucky ignored entirely. After a period of time that seemed to last forever, Natasha waved Him, Steve and Sam over and the closer Bucky got to the girl the more he recognized her. It was then that she turned, locking eyes with him. He could tell she recognized him just as he did her. It was you. He smiled.
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Sneak Peek: A Pearl
This can technically be read as it's own little one shot but here's a small sneak peek at a fic I'm working on at the moment because I'm so impatient and just want to share some with you. It's based off the song A Pearl by Mitski. This sneak peek is a flashback in the fic. Happy reading!
Bucky had insisted on walking you home after your sixth date.
“You know it’s only a ten minute walk, Buck. I’ll be fine,” You reassured him, running a hand down his arm, after his second offer to walk you home. He had already turned you guys in the direction of your apartment and, with your arm tucked under his, subtly moved you forward with him.
“Trying to get rid of me already, y/n? What about robbers?”
“Robbers?” You smirked and looked up at him questioningly, not missing the playfully feigned worry on his face.
“Lots of ‘em in Brooklyn nowadays, way more than back then, what kind of a… date would I be if I didn’t make sure to get you home in one package.” You couldn’t help but notice Bucky repeatedly wringing his hands in front of himself. He was nervous about something and you longed to know what it was but didn’t want to push him.
“I didn’t know dates come with insurance. Besides, I feel like you’re not really just my date anymore,” you said, thinking that last bit aloud.
“I actually kinda wanted to ask you about that. Y’know usually, back then, you just kind of dated and then got married one day.”
“You got a ring for me, Barnes?” You grinned up at him. He blushed and looked back down at you holding on to him.
“No, not quite yet.” He let out a breathy laugh. “What I meant was, look, Sam told me that nowadays, y’know, there’s a few more steps,” he looked down at your feet and how they fell into the same slow pace as his, prolonging the time left in the date, “I um, I was wondering if you, uh, would allow me to ask you to be my girlfriend.”
A wide slowly made its way to your face. This is what he was nervous about. When you stopped in your tracks and turned your smile up at him he halted with wide eyes. However, when those wide eyes finally met your crinkled ones his whole body relaxed.
“Of course, Buck, I was hoping you’d ask soon.” You replied. The two of you held eye contact for a moment, relishing the relief and joy of the moment, which was then broken by you looking back down to the floor, trying to hide your blush. You readjusted your arm in his and kept walking, the both of you looking at anything but each other to hide the grins you wore.
Note: I'm thinking of making a taglist for this fic if anyone's interested. If you'd like to be tagged when I finish and post this please let me know!
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Anyone recommend any good angst or au's for bucky? Either one shots or a series would do. Thanks for everyone who will drop a suggestion!
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Off to War
Pairing: 40's!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author's Note: I finally got an idea for 40's Bucky and I'm so happy with how this came out. This man is plaguing my brain and I'm so okay with it. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think. 🥰
"I wish you didn't have to leave," you whisper to the tall brunette, your eyes glued to Bucky's hand that's resting on your lap.
Bucky hums in response and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together before gently squeezing. "I wish I didn't have to leave either. I never wanted this life," he mumbles and you frown as your thumb gently strokes the back of his hand. "I mean, what are you and Steve going to do without me? I won't be here to protect you."
Your heart flutters at his words, always loving the caring side of him. A side only you and Steve knew about. Bucky's a bit of a player, always has been since he was in high school. He's the most gorgeous man you've ever seen, and you happen to be hopelessly in love with him.
"Steve and I can try to take care of ourselves. My older brother has been teaching me how to defend myself. I've got some skill now," you wink and earn a chuckle from the twenty-six-year-old.
"Yeah, but the thing is you shouldn't have to. You're a woman for God's sake. No man should be treating you the way you've been treated," Bucky argues and you nod your head slightly, agreeing with him. "If I could take you with me, I would. I'd keep you safe, doll."
Your cheeks flush at the compliments pouring from his lips, looking away from the brunette. "Bucky…" you trail off and your eyes meet his blue ones, seeing an emotion you've hardly seen in them before.
"Can I just-" he cuts himself off to lean in closer, feeling his nose brush against yours. "Just this once."
You clear your throat as Bucky moves his hand down your sides and rests on your hips. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his lips grazing against yours, your breath catching in your throat. "Kiss me," you whisper and Bucky immediately captures your lips with his.
You're wrapping your arms around his neck, running your hands through his hair as you kiss him back feverishly. Butterflies swirl around your stomach as Bucky pushes you back, laying you against the cushions of your couch.
He hovers over you as his fingertips graze along the length of your neck. Bucky pulls away from you, both of you breathing heavily as your faces are still close. "Now, I definitely don't want to leave," Bucky sighs while resting his forehead against yours.
Your heart pounds against your chest and hums in reply, combing your fingers through his hair. "That's- Jesus," you stumble over your words, causing your best friend to laugh.
"Cat got your tongue, doll?" He smirks and you roll your eyes playfully as Bucky sits back up.
Before you can say anything your front door opens, both of you glancing towards it to see Steve walking into the place. His blue eyes dance between you and Bucky, an inquisitive look on his face.
"Everything okay?" Steve asks while moving to sit in one of the recliners. You and Bucky nod your head simultaneously, eyes glancing at one another's for a quick second.
"Yeah, just gonna miss you guys," Bucky states as his hand squeezes yours.
You couldn't believe the Peggy Carter wants to recruit you for her medic team. You've heard a lot about her through your letters from Steve and from various people you've talked to on the streets of Brooklyn.
One thing you wish is for Bucky to send you something… literally anything. You haven't heard from him in months and you're not going to lie- you're worried about him.
So, here you are, on the frontlines in Germany. You're nervous about being this close to the war, but you'd do almost anything to help your country out. Plus, Peggy mentioned that Steve's going to be here as well.
You jump at the sound of gunfire in the distance, releasing a deep breath as Peggy leads you towards the tent you'll be staying in. "Nervous, Miss L/N?" She asks you and you let out a small chuckle.
"Is it obvious?" You laugh while running a hand through your hair.
Peggy gives you a soft smile and lays a hand on your shoulder. "Don't fret. This is one of the safest camps along the frontlines," she reassures you and you nod your head in response. "So, have you known Steve for long?"
"Oh, since middle school. It's where I met both him and Bucky," you inform her with a smile and her face falls a bit. You notice the look on her face and furrow your eyebrows. "What is it?"
"You should probably know about James," she uses his first name and your heart drops. You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head for her to continue. "He was captured by the Nazis about a month ago."
All the air leaves your body, leaving you gasping for breath at the news. You place a hand on her shoulder to keep your body from collapsing. "D-Does Steve know?" You ask in a whisper and Peggy nods in reply. "Is he here now?"
"Yeah, I'll tell him where to find you," she mentions while leading you into the tent you're staying in. Once Peggy leaves your tent you break down, falling to your knees as tears pool in your eyes.
The memory of yours and Bucky's kiss flash through your mind, your heart clenching at the thought of him dead. Your lip trembles and you fully sit on the ground, leaning against your cot before hugging your knees.
He could still be alive… right? You think to yourself as a quiet knock is heard right outside your tent. "Y/N?" Steve's voice softly calls out and you pick your head up.
"Come in," you whisper loud enough for him to hear. A short gasp leaves your lips as Steve walks into your tent. "Steve?"
A chuckle leaves his lips and the blonde nods his head. "It's me, Y/N," he grins and you slowly stand up. "You must have been living under a rock. I've been like this for a few months."
"Wh-What happened? How?" You ask in astonishment while walking closer to him.
You suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, your heart heavy as you can feel the tears coming back. "Super soldier serum. I was the test subject. You knew how much I wanted to help," he explains and you nod your head. "Listen, about Bucky-"
"Is he alive?" You ask, cutting him off and Steve sighs. You rest your forehead against his chest as sobs escape your lips, the image of seeing his dead body plaguing your mind. "I-I never got to tell him about my feelings."
Steve's brows furrow together and rest his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back a bit. "What feelings?" He questions and you sigh while wiping the tears from your face.
"I'm in love with James Buchanan Barnes," you tell him and his blue eyes widen, shock written across his face.
"Since when?!" Steve asks and you let out a chuckle, scratching the back of your neck.
"Probably since high school," you inform him and you're amused that Steve never figured it out, especially since he was around you a lot. You move to sit on your cot, inviting him to sit next to you and he does. "You know the night before Bucky left?"
Steve nods his head, resting his hands on his thighs. "Yeah, you and Bucky were acting strange when I finally made it to your place…" he trails off and you snort, giving him a look. "No way. You two did something?"
A laugh leaves your lips as you lean your chin against the palm of your hand, sighing heavily. "To be fair, we only kissed," you explain to him, gazing at the super-soldier for a few seconds, "but, it was the best kiss I've ever had."
Steve rests a hand on your upper back, rubbing gently. "I'm going to find him. I'm taking our men out tomorrow to find him and everyone else they captured. I'm bringing him home," he tells you, and your eyes well up with tears, nodding your head to what he's saying.
"Medic! We've got wounded," someone shouts and your head snaps up before scurrying out of your cot.
You throw on your medic jacket and rush out of your tent, running straight to the med-tent. "Where are they?" You ask one of the other nurses, seeing the empty spaces in front of you.
"Guys from the 107th are bringing them in now," she informs you and you nod your head.
The flap of your tent opens up and about nine people hobble their way inside. You order the men holding them up to place the wounded on the cots as you start examining the one closest to you.
It doesn't take you long to patch the men up and thankfully there's not that much damage on them either. They all thank you and you grin to yourself, absorbing the validation. "Just doing my part," you tell them while patting the shoulder of the last man you attend to.
Steve walks into the tent and your eyes dance towards him. "There's something you need to see," he mumbles, and your heart pounds against your chest.
"I can't if he's…" you trail off and Steve shakes his head. A smile comes to the blonde's lips and you let out a small sob, stumbling towards him. "He's- he's alive?!"
"C'mon," he motions for you to follow and you glance towards the nurse, a pleading look in your eyes.
The brunette laughs and nods her head. "Go see whoever it is you need to see," she grins and you thank you quietly before running after Steve.
You fiddle with your fingers as your friend leads you towards Bucky’s tent. "Does he know I'm here?" You ask him and Steve shakes his head.
A deep breath leaves your lips as he stops you from going in. You look up at the six-foot man and he tells you to wait a minute. You nod your head and watch as Steve walks into the tent, hearing him tell Bucky that he's got a surprise for him.
"Come on in, Y/N," Steve calls out and Bucky's head snaps up at the sound of your name.
No way. There just happens to be another woman here with that name. It's not- Bucky's thoughts get cut off as he watches you walk into the tent, a nervous look on your face.
"Bucky," you breathe out and the twenty-six-year-old stands up from his cot before rushing towards you.
Tears come to your eyes as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly. "Holy shit, you're-"
"I'm here," you whisper and wrap your arms around his waist, gripping his shirt tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Bucky glances towards Steve and the blonde nods his head before leaving the two of you alone. You pull away from your best friend, sniffling as you bring your hand up to his face.
His blue eyes look you over as he feels your thumb gently strokes his cheek. "What are you doing here?" Bucky whispers and you giggle softly.
"Peggy recruited me to help out," you tell him and Bucky leans into your touch before kissing the palm of your hand.
Your heart flutters in your chest, smiling softly at the man before resting your head on his chest. Bucky wraps his arms around you once more as the two of you stand in silence.
"Oh come on. Come with me," you beg Peggy, not wanting to go into a bar filled with men by yourself. "It'll make me feel much safer, at least until I reach Steve and Bucky."
You run your hands over the black material, your dress looking very similar to Peggy's except hers is red. "Fine," she sighs and stands up from her seat, her eyes meeting yours. "I have to talk to Steve anyway."
"Oh?" You question with a slight tease in your voice, nudging her shoulder with yours. "We happen to fancy a certain blonde hair, blue-eyed man?"
Peggy scoffs and shakes her head, clutching her purse. "Absolutely not. Howard has new equipment for him to try," she informs you and you chuckle in response. "Are you finally going to tell James about your feelings?"
Your chuckle dies off at her words and you clear your throat, gliding your fingertips along the smooth dress. "I- Don't know what you're talking about," you tell her, and she gives you a knowing smirk as the two of you get closer to the bar.
"Oh, come on, Y/N. Steve blurted out that you're in love with the man, and it's not that hard to figure out," Peggy teases you now and you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll have enough liquid courage to tell him. We'll see how it plays out," you mention and she nods her head, glad that you'll attempt to reveal your feelings.
The singing in the bar dies down as the Howling Commandos spot the two of you. Your cheeks flush at all the attention and tuck some hair behind your ear as you follow Peggy. "Miss L/N, you look fantastic," one of the men comments and you thank him quietly.
You notice both Bucky and Steve lean back in their chairs as the bar suddenly becomes silent, the two men standing up when you and Peggy approach them. "Captain," Peggy greets Steve and you smile, knowing that the two have some sort of unspoken thing happening.
"Agent Carter," Steve nods, and your eyes move to Bucky, who's currently checking her out and your heart clenches in your chest.
Well… you move around them and head towards the bar, ordering yourself a drink. "I see your top squad is prepping for duty," Peggy tells Steve.
Bucky grins and shoves his hands into his pockets. "You don't like music?" He asks. The bartender places your drink down in front of you and you thank him politely before paying.
"I do, actually," she says, not looking away from Steve for even a second. "I might even, when all of this is over, go dancing."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Bucky flirts and you roll your eyes before taking a large gulp of your drink, already wanting to leave.
So much for him feeling the same way, huh? You think to yourself as you hear Peggy tell him that she's waiting for the right partner. She bids them goodbye before giving you a wave. You nod your head as the two men watch her walk away before Bucky turns to face Steve.
"I'm invisible. I'm turning into you, it's like a horrible dream," he laughs and moves to sit back down in his spot.
Steve claps him on the shoulder as his eyes meet yours. "Maybe she has a friend," he mentions and tilts his head in your direction.
Bucky's eyes find yours as you sit on the barstool, fiddling with the glass in your hands. The brunette finishes the drink he has before glancing towards Steve. "How long has she been sitting there?" He asks and Steve frowns a bit.
"She came in with Peggy," he informs him and Bucky begins to feel a bit guilty for not noticing you.
"Shit," he whispers and watches you order another drink. "I'll see you later."
Steve pats Bucky on the back once more with a smile on his lips. "Go get 'er, tiger," he laughs causing Bucky to roll his eyes.
You smile at the bartender and go to pay him for the drink when someone lays a five-dollar bill on the table. "This one's on me," Bucky says, causing you to look up at the man. "Hey."
"Hi," you mumble as he sits down beside you.
"I'm… I'm sorry," Bucky apologizes immediately and you furrow your brows, wondering what he's apologizing for. "I should've noticed you with Agent Carter, but I didn't. I'm sorry."
A slight scoff leaves your lips and you shake your head, taking a sip of the Brandy. "It's fine, Bucky. You can do whatever you want," you tell him and Bucky frowns before taking your hand in his.
"The night before I left," he starts and your eyes glance towards his blue ones, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand, "when I asked to kiss you. Do you know why I did it?"
You swallow thickly as you think about it, wanting to assume it's because he liked you. "Because that chick left you at that car show? I assumed it was because you're lonely," you mumble, your heart breaking at the expression on Bucky's face.
"I kissed you because I didn't know if I was ever going to see you again. I kissed you because I wanted to know what it'd feel like in case I died over here. It was the best kiss of my life," he mumbles and your heart begins to pound against your chest.
"But, I'm here," you whisper to him and Bucky smiles softly, squeezing your hand.
He nods his head and scoots his chair closer to yours, his leg brushing against yours. "You are. Although, I don't like that you're this close to the enemy I'm really glad you're here," Bucky mumbles as the distance between your faces begins to diminish.
Your breath hitches in your throat as Bucky's lips meet yours. You place your hand on his neck as his rests on your hips. Wolf whistles echo off the walls, causing the two of you to pull apart. You look over Bucky's shoulder to see Steve and the rest of the Howling Commandos standing there with grins on their faces.
"We seem to have an audience," you giggle and Bucky looks over his shoulder before sighing.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asks you and you nod your head.
Bucky laces his fingers with yours before leading you out of the bar, ignoring the cheers coming from his fellow soldiers. You press your face against his arm as the two of you walk together, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.
"I love you, James," you blurt out and Bucky looks down at you, squeezing your hand.
"I love you too, Y/N."
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