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jobean12-blog · 1 month

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Boom Clap

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,063

Summary: Before tonight you wouldn't have been able to label your relationship with Bucky but after he gets home earlier than expected from a mission and shows up at the bar everything changes.

Author's Note: Just because, I love him and this look ends me every time and it's lightly based on this song Boom Clap by Charli XCX. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you 🥰

Warnings: it's just Bucky being irresistible and soft too

“Well, something clearly more interesting than this conversation is going on in your mind. Would you like to share it with the rest of us?”

Two pairs of glittering eyes stare at you, twin knowing smiles gracing your friend’s lips and you frantically try to recall what the three of you had been discussing.

“There’s only one thing that can be giving her that look,” Nat laughs. “A man.”

“And not just any,” Wanda adds.

“Bucky,” both women say simultaneously and with devious grins.

You sip your drink to hide your smile.

“You must miss him since he’s been away on the mission all week,” Wanda muses.

You don’t say it but you do miss him. A lot.

“So what exactly is going on with you two?” Nat asks

With a nonchalant shrug you sip your drink again and try to figure out how to label your relationship with Bucky. Your friends wait, expressions expectant but playful.

If you had a definitive answer you would share it but ever since the two of you started hanging out neither of you had given it a label. You were just enjoying each other. In every way. You were happy being with him, that much of which you were sure.

“Umm…” you start.

That’s the only word you get out before you see Wanda and Nat’s drinks pause halfway to their mouths. Their eyes are trained on something just beyond your shoulder, toward the entrance of the bar.

Several other women at the bar pause their own conversation and you sense the shift in energy.

He’s here.

You place your drink down on the bar and turn. Bucky stands just inside the doorway, his black jacket draped over his broad shoulders and his covetous blue eyes focused on you.

Awareness races across your skin coupled with a heat only he can set ablaze. Your pulse quickens and you fight the urge to run into his arms.

He wears all black, from his tight fitted shirt down to his leather boots and his strong jaw is shadowed with dark hair. When he walks toward you at the bar, he moves with such sensual purpose that you notice another woman swooning.

He looks hungry and determined.

And he’s here for you.

You reach out and grab your drink, downing it in one long sip.

Without removing his gaze from yours, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, turning it over and kissing the inside of your wrist, then your palm, then finally, your fingertips.

This time, you hear the breath woosh from Nat and Wanda but Bucky shows no reaction, appearing oblivious to anything else but you.

“Guess he’s back,” Nat whispers to Wanda. You barely catch the words as Bucky consumes your every thought.

“I missed you doll,” he whispers against your wrist.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly.

He lowers your hand from his mouth and keeps hold of it between your bodies. With a soft tug he brings you closer, leaning into your neck and whispering along the shell of your ear.

“Come home with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you murmur.

“Yes, I do doll. I would never take you for granted.”

Your free hand slides up his chest to his jaw, tracing the outline before you softly press your lips to his. His eyes fluttered closed and he breathes you in.

“I’m just going to use the restroom and say goodbye to Nat and Wanda. Meet you back here in five.”

“Hurry,” he murmurs, letting his eyes sparkle with words of unspoken want.

You rush off toward the bathroom, Nat and Wanda right behind you and after relieving yourself and filling your friends in you search for Bucky’s tall figure.

You find him standing at the bar, taking to someone. As you get closer, you see that the woman is standing close enough to brush against him. Unable to see Bucky’s face, you watch as she runs a hand along his arm with a gentle squeeze of his bicep, smiling at him flirtatiously.

Your heart drops into your stomach and you feel your eyes well with unshed tears but you can’t stop your forward movement. Bucky’s face comes into view. His eyes aren’t on the woman but furiously scanning the room. He looks uncomfortable, backing away from her and saying something you can’t hear.

You consider turning and running out but that wouldn’t be fair. You and Bucky have no official label, have never agreed to be exclusive. You can’t even blame the other woman for approaching him. He’s impossible to resist. You should know.

But then his eyes meet yours and you see all the emotions rushing through them, but mostly you see relief.

Taking a deep breath, you continue to walk forward. Bucky holds his arm out, his eyes begging you to walk into his embrace.

You slide into his side in time to hear him say, “here she is. This is my…”

“Girlfriend,” you finish, smiling and extending your hand with your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Wow, lucky girl,” the woman says as she shakes your hand. “You deserve an award for landing a man like this.”

“I don’t need an award. I’ve got him,” you say as you reach down and take his left hand in yours.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s. “Ready to take me home Buck?”

“Always doll.”

Your hand stays tightly tucked in Bucky’s as you walk down the street toward his apartment. You turn toward him, the warm breeze caressing your skin and the city lights dancing in your eyes. His breath catches in his throat as your lips spread into a wide and reassuring smile.

He stops walking in the middle of the sidewalk and pulls you flush against his chest, his eyes wandering over your face.

“Are you really mine?” he asks as he dips his head. “You’re really my girl?”

“Yours Bucky. I have been from the beginning.”

His fingers spread across your lower back and he slowly drags his hand along the curve of your spine, every inch he covers pressing you closer against him until he reaches your neck and traces the delicate column before cradling your cheek.

He sweeps his thumb along your skin and holds your lips just centimeters from his, whispering, “mine,” as his eyes close and his mouth captures yours.

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pepperonijem · 1 year

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vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Summary: bucky barnes ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sorry for the random hiatus. it has been a very difficult last two weeks, with school, the passing of one of my favorite artists, and just general business of life... but here y'all goooo

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“Bucky,” Steve sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Steven, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Steve was cut off by Bucky making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.”

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Bucky huffed at Steve as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Bucky glanced over at Steve who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Bucky asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Scott’s house.

The question seemed to catch Steve off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Natasha seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Wanda suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called her,” Bucky said flatly, glancing over at Steve, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Wanda has IBS, she’s really sensitive about it,” Steve replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Bucky dragged out. He very well knew that Wanda did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with her.

Steve turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Natasha and Wanda to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Bucky who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Steve responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Sam would be happy to hear that,” Steve teased. Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff.

“What are you doing right now?” Bucky asked as he noticed Steve rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Steve replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Bucky’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Steve. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Steve hummed in response, unlocking Bucky’s phone.

“Uh, Bucky,” Steve announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Bucky cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you.

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): jimothy where r u rn

neighbor💩 (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩 (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩 (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, aren’t u hanging out with everyone tonight? Can u bring home some of the soup wanda makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩 (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩 (8:37 p.m.): Why is Wanda saying you’re not at Scott’s house and that you and Steve are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩 (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Steve tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩 (8:50 p.m.): James Barnes i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩 (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩 (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Steve started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Bucky confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Steve said sheepishly.

Bucky looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Steve raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted.

Bucky took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?”

Steve nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Bucky pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Bucky!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Bucky wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Bucky’s shoulder to see Steve waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Steve, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Steve nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Steve?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Steve hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Steve’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Bucky? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Steve, Bucky hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?”

Bucky smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Steve looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Bucky pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Steve and Bucky got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Bucky. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Bucky,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—”

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Bucky let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Steve, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Steve nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo–

Bucky let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Steve into the house, Bucky found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Bucky insisted as he grabbed one of the bags.

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Bucky but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Bucky,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Bucky on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Bucky alone in the icy chill of the night.

What did he mean by that? Bucky thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky.

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Bucky shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket.

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Bucky surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder.

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Bucky felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Bucky rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Tony’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “Dancing Queen by ABBA,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.”

Bucky nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented with a nod. “The Bucky I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Bucky chuckled, playfully punching your shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Bucky. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Steve and Bucky going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Steve and Bucky to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it.

“Steve,” Bucky groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Steve slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Bucky sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Bucky and Steve time to finally escape. Steve got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Steve whispered to Bucky who nodded.

As Steve headed to the kitchen, he tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you call out to Bucky.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Bucky had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless.

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace.

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips.

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Steve had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Bucky informed Steve who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Scott’s?”

“Hmm?” Steve hummed before finally turning to Bucky. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.”

Bucky relented and walked Steve to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars.

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him.

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today.

And with that, Bucky slipped into a deep slumber.

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Thirty-Three

From a subacute room, sterile, and bare, they shifted you to a regular room. Keeping an eye on both your mental state and the newly erected barriers that served to hold back the primal, animal urges that triggered when you felt sufficient emotional distress.

Slowly and very steadily, your therapist was making progress, Clint guessed. Well. He hoped, but he didn’t see any difference. You were still depressed, and discussions of returning to the field had been quashed for now.

Steve and Tony both agreed you weren’t fit for the field right now. Too much room for you to have an accident. Too many ways to hurt yourself, and it flies under the radar. And they didn’t like that. The idea that you could think that way. So for now. You were cooling your heels. Ostensibly planning a wedding. But, if you asked Pepper, you were procrastinating.

Pepper looked up from her tablet and looked at the bridal magazines spread over your lap. She’s told you to find things you liked. But none of these were things you liked.

You liked movies. And books. You liked Clint. And your pets. And spending time with your friends... Somewhere approaching that order. Flowers and cloth napkins and letter boards just made your head hurt.

“Well?” she said hopefully.

“All I got is no yellow, Pepper,” you tell her, feeling overwhelmed.

“Aww, but Yellow is such a happy color!” she protested, “You’d look so pretty in it.”

You shake your head frantically and swallow hard. Just the thought of it. The Butter yellow fabric stained red at the knees from where the skin had broken open left you feeling raw.

“Okay,” Pepper soothed, “No, yellow... it’s a start. I can work with no yellow.”

Natasha looked up from her own magazine and kissed your cheek, “You like Blue, right? Blue’s a good color. And Clint always looks nice in a blue shirt.”

“It’s not about Clint,” Pepper says, laughing, “No one cares if he looks nice. No one’s really gonna be looking at what he’s wearing.”

“I will,” you say meekly, “He’s pretty.”

That makes both of them laugh, and Pepper sighs, “Fine,” she grouses, “We can do blue. And maybe a nice tan or antique yellow... Summer is right around the corner. We could do a little wedding on the beach.”

“Or find a nice little woods,” Natasha added, “It can be whatever you want, Y/N. Wherever you want. Clint’s not gonna care as long as he gets to spend the wedding night with you.”

“Can’t we just sign papers and call it a day?” you murmur, looking down at the endless articles about flowers and dresses. Maybe there was something to all the weddings in the Church of Life being the exact fucking same. You didn’t remember anyone feeling sick doing the planning. No one cared. They just all showed up at the appointed time and fucked off when it was done.

“You don’t want a wedding?” Natasha asked a little surprised.

“I want a marriage,” you sigh, “I just- I want him. I guess I just don’t need all the fluff...” She watches your face and Catches Pepper’s eye, quietly mouthing “Cult” over your head as you flip listlessly through pages.

Pepper’s eyes widen. She never considered that. That you might be overwhelmed by all the details instead of invigorated. “So,” she tried, “What about if you do the ceremony part and we just throw a party after... One with cupcakes and champagne, and we don’t add so much... stuff.”

And for the first time since Pepper plopped the stack of stuff in your lap, you smile, and it’s like the sun coming out.

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“How’s the wedding planning?” Bruce asks, leaning against the wall, watching Clint spar with Thor.

“It’s... it’s been hard,” Clint admits.

“Nerves?” Thor asked.

“No,” Clint said, shaking his head and ducking out of the way, “If I talk to her, she’s... She’s excited about all my plans for the house. And the furbabies having a yard to play in. And having a garden and stuff but... Cult things, you know?”

“Cult things?” Thor asked.

“Her step dad’s ministry,” Clint reminded, “I guess weddings were kinda traumatic... I mean. Everything was traumatic living there.”

“So she’s good with the married part, just not the wedding part?” Bruce said, confused.

“She has similar feelings about children,” Clint said, nodding, “There’s some weird stuff tied up in her head.”

“It seems so,” Thor said, frowning. He didn’t like the idea that such happy events would cause stress or upset to his Witchling.

“How are you doing with it?” Bruce asked.

“I Just gotta show up when she tells me to and wear what she says,” Clint said, “Maybe remind her that we can always elope if she wants to so. I’m good.” He smiled, “I’m just happy that she still wants to get married and didn’t talk herself out of it.”

Thor smiled and pulled Clint back to his feet, clapping him on the back. This, he thought, is a good man. Someone properly worthy of his Witchling. Not that he doubted that. But, it was good to know that he was going to keep loving you even when it was hard.

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“How is she?” Peggy asked, passing Steve tea. She’d been worried for you.

“Still getting married, so far as I know,” Steve said with a sigh, “But her evals are still off. The new barriers are holding, but we have a whole army of therapists working with her, and none of them seem to be doing much.”

Peggy shook her head, “Poor dear,” she said. Last night, she’d dreamt about you. Too scared and too skinny. Strung out on god knows what, blinking in the harsh light like your head hurt. It still made her heart ache. You could have been her granddaughter or a little girl next door. Instead, you were living on the street and helping steal cars. For drugs and maybe some food.

Steve shrugged, “But she is doing better... And Bucky’s arm healed up, even if they had to break it again to make it set right.”

“How did she do that?”

“Her rings,” Steve answers, “She has one on either hand that’s like... kinetic or something. It takes a little of the energy she uses every time she moves her hands, and stores it.. so when she punched, she let it go.”

“Handy that,” Peggy said sipping her tea.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess it is.”

“It’ll be fine, Steve,” Peggy said softly, “Some time away will probably do Bucky some good.”

“Yeah,” he said again, “I just. I wish this hadn’t happened.”

“If wishes were fishes,” Peggy said shaking her head, “Bucky will be fine. I’m just glad Y/N had the good sense to punch him instead of talking.”

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moshymosh · 4 years

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The Switch pt 7

A/N: This is the seventh part to this series there is a total of 12 parts, I really had fun writing this, I'm already working on another series actually two, but I'm not going to spoil it, but I will be posting teasers for the next one I think when I post the 11th part of this one.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Summary: One woman’s dream and one man’s drunken mistake. Will things turn out ok or will things go downhill

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Saturday rolled around quickly, Y/N explained everything to Bucky for the 4th time.

Bucky held Monet, who snuggled into his chest to take in his warmth, gently but nervously. "What id she gets sick or something? I don't know if I can do this."

Y/N smiled up at him. "Bucky, Honey, calm down, you'll be ok. If you need help, ask Pepper. I've already told her to help you if you need it." Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss to Monet's head. "If it's an emergency, call me."

Bucky nodded his head and watched as Y/N left the room in the elevator. Once the doors closed, he looked down at the toddler in his arms, who fit in his arms perfectly. "What do you say we wrangle your aunt Wanda into going to the zoo with us, little one?" Bucky lifted up Monet's tiny fist with his thumb and pointer finger and wiggled it, causing the little girl to laugh. They left to search for Wanda.

Y/N sat at a table, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. Nathan sat across from her. "So, I'm very sorry to hear about your divorce, by the way." Y/N said before taking a sip from her mug.

Nathan shook his head, looking down at his own mug. "Oh, thank you. Don't worry, I won't get into how the marriage ended. I don't want to bore you with the details of how she cheated on me." Nathan took a deep breath, visibly angered. " Just say it's going to be a long time before I trust anyone involved in the instruction of yoga."

Y/N smiled nervously and nodded her head. "Yeah, ok, fair enough." Y/N took another drink of her coffee before she spoke again. "So, Listen, You're under no obligation to do anything, and I know you didn't expect to do anything, other than you know, donating, the... Which you did wonderfully by the way. I don't mean it like that."

"Y/N." Nathan said, trying to get her to stop rambling.

"I just meant down the road if she starts to ask questions-" Y/N was cut off by Nathan, saying her name again. "Yeah?"

Nathan put a hand over his heart before he began to speak. "I was honored to receive your call, I always wondered about this, you know, her and you and how it turned out."

Y/N smiled and looked at him. "Nathan, would you like to see a picture of her?"

Nathan's eyes lit up. "I would love that."

Y/N smiled again and pulled her phone out of her leather jacket pocket. Y/N pressed on the screen of her phone before she showed him a picture, she took last night at her and Bucky's movie night. The picture was of Monet, laying on Bucky's chest, them both asleep.

Nathan smiled at her phone before looking up at Y/N. "Oh, she's beautiful." Y/N smiled and nodded her head excitedly. Nathan looked back at the phone in his hands. "I gotta say, Y/N, I see... a lot more of me in her than you." Both Nathan and Y/N began to laugh.

"Wow." Y/N said as she reached to take her phone back. The rest of the coffee date, they made small talk. The pair were obvious to the redheaded spy watching them.

"God, you're right, Tony. They look nothing alike, but also something is up with this Nathan character. He keeps lying to her." Natasha said behind the coffee cup, she discretely lifted to her mouth.

"Ok, just keep an eye on him, I'm going to do some searching." Tony said in Nat's earpiece.

At the zoo, Wanda snapped a picture of Monet on Bucky's shoulders. Bucky was holding her up so she could see the polar bears over the large crowd of people. He was on the outskirts because large crowds still gave him anxiety, being at the zoo gave him anxiety for different reasons. Everyone was an enemy when it came to the little girl on his shoulders.

"Dada! Bwears!" Monet squealed with glee, as she slightly tugged on Bucky's long brunette locks. Bucky quickly looked at Wanda in shock, who looked back at him equally in shock.

"Ok little one! I think it's time to go back to your momma." Wanda said as she helped Bucky get Monet down from his shoulders and into his arms. They found out that if Wanda held her while they walked around, she'd begin to start throwing a tantrum, but wouldn't if Bucky held her.

At the sound of getting to see her mother, she clapped her hands in excitement and bounced in Bucky's arms. "Momma!"

As they were walking out, Wanda went into the gift shop to get a stuffed polar bear toy for Monet. Bucky was bouncing Monet on his hip when a woman stopped and smiled at them.

"She looks just like you." The woman said.

Bucky chuckled with a smile. "Oh, she's not my daughter."

The woman smiled and nodded. "How old is she?"

Bucky looked down at the toddler he was holding. "Two. She's about to be three."

The woman nodded again before she turned and looked at the people she came with. She turned back to Bucky and Monet. "Well, she's a little you. Have a good day."

Bucky smiled and nodded before he looked down again at the now dozing Monet in his arms. 'I wish she was mine.' He thought.

Y/N was just getting back to the tower when she saw Monet stumbling slightly as she walked into the common room, stuffed polar bear held tightly in her chubby arms. Y/N stepped out of the elevator, dropping her purse as she knelt down with open arms, the sound of her bag dropping to the floor caught Monet's attention. Who at the sight of her mother began to stumble faster to her.

"Hi! Come here my little teddy." Y/N said as she scooped Monet up, kissing her cheeks, causing the little girl to squeal in delight. Y/N felt the stuffed bear press against her neck, causing her to pull back and pull the bear into her eyesight. "Whatcha got there, teddy?"

"Dada, my powlar bwear." Monet said excitedly, trying to say that her father got it for her.

Y/N looked up at Tony and Bucky, who stood in front of her, with a confused look.

"She, uh, called me that today at the zoo, I know she didn't understand that I'm not-" Bucky said as he scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Bucky boy, it's ok, she's just... never said that before." Y/N explained, calming Bucky's racing thoughts.

Y/N stood with Monet in her arms, rubbing the little girl's back. "Bucky, will you grab my bag?"

Y/N was sitting next to Monet's toddler bed, reading to as Bucky leaned against the wall outside in the hallway.

"Goodnight moon, goodnight cow jumping over the moon." Y/N read, causing Bucky to smile as he listened. "Goodnight stars, goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere."

Y/N stepped out after she turned on the nightlight and turned off the room light. She leaned against the door frame and smiled up at Bucky before they headed to the living room.

Y/N joined Bucky on the couch after she poured herself a glass of wine for herself. "What are you looking at?" She asked Bucky.

Bucky chuckled as he looked through a photo album of Y/N's "At some really weird pictures, for some reason that you keep." Bucky pulled a picture from the plastic film it was kept in. "Like this one, that was not a great choice."

"Are you kid- that was a fabulous choice." Y/N said as she pulled the picture from his fingers. The picture was of Y/N and Bucky at one of Tony's Halloween parties. "What do you mean?" Y/N asked as she looked at the picture.

"Not Really." Bucky said, looking at Y/N.

" And how odd that you were the only one not in costume." Y/N said as she looked at Bucky and handed back the picture. "That is so not like you, I would've thought Steve would have forced you too."

Bucky looked down at the picture again before he spoke. "If I had Minnie ears like that, I would've worn them."

Y/N rested her arm on the back of the couch and rested her cheek against her fist, taking a sip from her glass. "Uhm, I bought some for you. That was our second date right?"

Bucky's heart sped up slightly as he looked at the picture. "Yes, I think you're right." He agreed. "And I think that you kissed me at this party, I think." He said, looking at her. He vowed to himself that night that he would remember that kiss for the rest of his night.

Y/N snorted. "I didn't kis- I was in character. I was a sexy Minnie mouse. You were supposed to be Micky."

Bucky pulled out another picture and started talking about it, before he looked at the woman beside him, noticing she was looking at him. It was like a magnetic pull between them as they started leaning towards each other. They were a hair's breadth away, from kissing when Monet's cry for her mother rang through the baby monitor, causing them to jump apart.

Y/N set her glass on the coffee table and got up from the couch and walked to the toddler's bedroom.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Bucky said as he got up and went to the elevator.

Bucky was sitting on his bed looking at his phone as he swiped through the pictures that Wanda took at the zoo. Bucky reached the picture that Nat took, many years ago at a girls' night, and looked down at his crotch, his cock started to harden in his pajama pants.

Bucky quickly began a group call with Steve and Sam.

"Hello?" Both men said at the other end of the line.

"Hey, guys, I'm freaking out." Bucky said.

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mariamermaid · 5 years

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My little Sleepwalker

Bucky BarnesX fem Reader

Summary: Reader works with the Avengers, but is also a sleepwalker.

Words:900

It was past 2AM in the morning, Bucky had just woken up by a weird dream, to his pleasant surprise it hadn´t been a nightmare though. He sighed while lifting his tired body off the bed to drag himself into the bathroom. When he came back, he sensed the feeling of someone sneaking around his door. He could hear the light steps, carefully he opened his door and he only saw the last strands of hair disappearing. It was dark, yet he immediately recognized you, without thinking he followed you. Since his arrival at the Avengers, you were the first, well after Steve of course, he opened up to. From the beginning on you two had a special bond, he brushed it off when Sam made comments about it though. He didn’t admit it, but he felt more than friendship.

When he entered the large dinning are including the kitchen, you hadn´t turned on a light. Bucky was confused, especially after he noticed how your steps were mechanic and not as smooth. He continued following you, walking basically through the entire facility, when he came to realization that you were actually sleepwalking. When you tried to leave the building, he jumped next to you. Softly he took your hand back from opening the door and softly wrapped his hand around your back. “Hey…” He whispered, waiting for a reaction. But you were still sleeping. He shook his head smiling, you looked cute when you slept. He grabbed your legs and carried you back into your room. Carefully he tucked you in and placed a glass of water next to your bed, just in case you became thirsty. Then he left your room again, he couldn´t help but notice your smell all around. He inhaled deeply, feeling almost addicted to being around you. He got back into his own bed, but laid awake for several minutes. Bucky wondered if anyone knew that you were sleepwalking, he even worried; what if something happened to you at night?

He woke up to the next day, asking Sam about it. Steve wasn´t there, he was on a mission with Tony and Natasha. “Oh yeah, we know.” Sam answered. Tony had set up cameras for months to ensure that she wasn´t doing anything dangerous, he even analyzed all of her sleep patterns and stuff, but everything was fine. They couldn´t find a reason why she was doing it though. Don´t worry about it, man.”

For Sam the topic was done and until the evening Bucky thought so too, until he caught you sleepwalking again that night. The same thing that happened the night before was repeated.

And the next day. And the next day. The whole routine took about two weeks, sometimes even twice a night, especially when you had a stressful day, Bucky noted. It was enough for him, that night he didn´t go back into his room. You had just come back from a mission; he was tired and he knew you needed the sleep as well. He tucked you in, how he had done it so often now, then he laid next to you. The king-sized bed offered the two of you easily enough space and while you drifted off into a deep sleep, not that he could´ve woken you up earlier, he still laid awake. After a good ten minutes he felt you shifting. First, he thought you would stand up again, but you didn´t. Instead you just turned and cuddled against Bucky, your head laying on his chest. He blushed, luckily you couldn´t see it. A sudden wave of tiredness hit him and he drifted off as well.

The next morning, he woke up just seconds before you. It was absolutely worth it. He could watch you blink, then realize that you had slept all night cuddling with the winter soldier and the heavily blushing and generally being confused. He chuckled, his voice still rough and low, it gave you goosebumps. “You have been sleepwalking. For basically the past two weeks I´ve been bringing you back to your bed to ensure that you slept in your bed.” You blushed even more. “Oh my god… I´m so sorry.” He shook his head. “Don´t be it´s not really you fault, is it?” You nodded still embarrassed. “But you didn´t have to bring me back each night.” You added, he starred at you. “I´m not letting you wander around the facility. I couldn´t sleep anyway, knowing that you´re sleepwalking around.” You smiled softly. “Thank you, Bucky.”

After your surprising morning, you continued with you day, but Bucky constantly crept back into your mind. You wish you could avoid him, but firstly; you were all living together like the family you basically were and secondly; you also didn´t really want to. Yeah it was embarrassing, but over time you had seen each other worse. You had seen him change into Winter soldier mode, saw him regret what Hydra had done to him. You had seen each hurt and broken, laughing and crying.

But you didn´t expect him knocking on your door in the evening. He already wore sweatpants and simple shirt. “Yeah?” Bucky shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. “I thought maybe it helps if I sleep here with you?” You smiled. “I mean not with you! But next to you, just to be safe and only if you´re okay with that?!” You couldn´t hold back your laughter and let him enter. “No, I´m fine with it, really!”

The next morning you woke up again in Bucky Barnes arms, but you realized that you had slept really well. You hadn´t slept that well in a long time. Bucky woke up a minutes later, he seemed surprised as well. “You didn´t sleepwalk.” He stated. “What really? That explains why I slept so well! Oh and of course my giant real-life teddy bear!” You laughed and he joined in. “Well everything for my little sleepwalker.”

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pepperonijem · 11 months

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viii. one by one || all my love

"Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open." - Where She Went; Gayle Forman

Summary: What do you do when you feel like the world is changing and you're the only one who isn't? alt. Steve and Wanda (and pietro) have a sleepover therapy session. alt. alt. all too well (Steve's version) Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 1.9k A/N: this quote isn't from a classic novel but i just thought it was very fitting... this chapter is sad... oh you're sad? hi sad, i'm sadder.

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As soon as Steve shut the door behind him, he felt the icy November wind whip against his face like shards of glass and he pulled his scarf up just a little bit higher before shoving his hands into his coat pockets. Without the wind, it would have been a lovely night, but when does life ever go the way we’d like it to?

It’s not a long walk from Bucky’s house to Scott’s, but even in the biting cold, Steve decides to take his time. The scene from earlier playing again in his head, and he can’t help but feel his heart sink once again at the sight of you reaching out for Bucky in your tired state. Would he still be walking alone like this if you were reaching for his hand instead? Or would you be out here with him, your hand intertwined with his, warm and tucked safely in his coat pocket?

He lets out a sigh and looks up to the sky.

He recalls the time you dragged him to ride the tallest rollercoaster at the fair, remembering his own hand reaching out for yours, and squeezing it much too tightly when the car went down its first drop. The air was buzzing and his heart was thumping but when he forced his eyes open, and he saw your hands together, he felt like he might as well had been flying.

Despite himself, he smiles at the thought and continues his walk. He finds himself in front of a playground, much like the one he was at when he met you. He remembers going out to recess that day, crying because Bucky had moved away and he and Wanda were worried no one else would want to play treasure hunt with them. It wasn’t until he saw a shadow standing in front of him that he finally stopped his tears.

You and Wanda pulled him up and before you even said your name, you told him, “Follow me, I found some treasure!”

That moment, he remembers, was the moment he decided he would follow you anywhere.

But would you do the same? He thinks.

Before he can wonder any further, he finds himself back at his car. He climbs inside and immediately turns on the heater, and desperately wishes it would work faster. While he waits, he pulls out his phone, and he feels even colder. His wallpaper, the picture Wanda took at the football game of you and him making a heart, is staring up at him and he wishes he could make a home in that picture and stay in that moment forever.

Steve never told you, but Wanda had two versions of the picture – the one she sent you, where you and Steve were both laughing and waving to her, and the one Steve has as his wallpaper, where you were still laughing and waving but Steve’s eyes were fixed on you with a dopey smile. He smiles a different smile now, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He moves to his call screen, and finds Wanda’s number and dials it, hoping that she’s still awake. After a few rings, she finally does, and Steve feels relief wash through his tense shoulders.

“Steve? Are you okay? What’s up?” Wanda’s concerned voice fills the car. Steve can hear the faint sounds of a sitcom in the background and he feels less guilty for calling her up so late, not that he should feel guilty at all. Wansa was always more than happy to answer a call from her friends, no matter the time of day.

Steve lets out a quiet chuckle at his best friend’s worried voice. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Steve assures her. “I just need someone to talk to while I drive home.”

A soft exhale is heard from the other side of the line. “You’re driving home? At this time of night?” she asks in concern. “Why don’t you just drive here and sleep over? It’s like half the drive and Pietro’s still upset that he couldn’t hang out with everyone earlier.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

“Of course,” Wanda says back, and Steve can hear the kind smile in her voice. Wanda has always been one to take care of not just Steve and her brother, but all of the people around her. He knew Wanda didn’t realize how many people relied on her for a good talk, a good meal, or a good hug, but he knew that wouldn’t deter her from always being a bringer of joy. Tonight would be no different.

Steve puts his car in drive and heads to the Maximoff house, no longer alone with his thoughts. He drives by whatever fast food drive through to pick up enough french fries for the three of them, as a thank you to his friends for being there for him.

He spends the next 20 minutes of the drive still on the phone with Wanda, who excitedly chattered about the new game she bought Pietro as an early Christmas gift and refused to hang up until she heard Steve’s actual voice through the front door.

Wanda unlocks the door and without another word, immediately wraps Steve in an embrace, as if knowing exactly what he needs without him having to say a word. Steve feels himself relaxed and when Wanda pulls away with a knowing, sad smile, Steve feels seen. Pietro gives him a sad smile as they quietly make their way to their media room, the path all too familiar to him, having spent many nights with the twins.

Upon entering the room and closing the door, Wanda immediately asks Steve, “Video games or talk first?”

“Do I have to talk?” Steve asks, knowing Wanda will say yes anyway.

Pietro scoffs at his question. “Obviously. But you can either talk now, or talk after we kick some ass at this game.”

“Let’s kick some ass then,” Steve agrees to his terms as Pietro passes him a controller.

They don’t get very far in the game before Pietro breaks the relative silence. “How was your road trip?” he asked, glancing over at Steve just enough to see him start chewing on his lip. “My sister told me all about it.”

“I thought we were talking later?” Steve retorted as he watched Wanda nudge her brother.

“I lied. It’s like 5 a.m. and I’m not waiting till sunrise to hear the juicy deets,” Wanda shrugged, turning her attention back to the game.

“It was… fine,” Steve answered vaguely.

Wanda, unamused by his dodgy answer, moved her character to the edge of the map. “If you don’t start talking, I’ll jump and we’ll have to start the whole level over again.”

“No, no, no,” Steve called out, letting out a sigh at Wanda’s raised eyebrow. “It sucked.”

“Aw, why?” Wanda asked, finally moving her character away from the edge.

Steve sighed, nearly missing the enemy approaching his character. “I’m pretty sure she’s like… in love with Bucky,” he began. “And I think he’s in love with her.”

“Okay but that doesn’t explain why it sucked for you,” Pietro prodded.

“It just does, I guess.” Steve replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That’s bull,” Wanda replied. “Why don’t you just tell her? It’s like you’re losing a game that you’re not even playing.”

Steve let out a sigh and let himself fall back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “It’s scary, you know?” Wanda nodded, allowing Steve to continue. “On one hand, it’s always been me and her–” Wanda and Pietro both let out a cough. “And you guys, against the world. And for so long it’s been easy to feel like it’ll be that way forever. So I never said anything, because I never thought I needed to. It was always enough.”

“But…?” Wanda added.

“But now it feels like things are changing, she’s changing, you’re changing, and I’m the one who’s left behind. Now I have to ask myself… what happens now?”

“That’s a good question,” Pietro agreed, humming in thought. “What does happen now?”

“That’s the hard part. For once… I don’t know.”

“And is that so bad?” Wanda asked, grabbing a pillow and holding it to her chest. “Maybe it’s time for you to grow too. We won’t be in high school forever, Steve. Change is good.”

Steve covered his hands with his face and let out a sigh before admitting to his friend. “I turned in my application to that art school in France. But I think I’m going to turn them down.”

“Wait why?” Pietro asked incredulously. “Did they accept you?”

Steve finally sat up. “Not yet.”

“Then why are you already planning on turning them down?” Pietro asked with a scoff.

Because of her, Steve thought to himself. “Because… it’ll mess everything up. We’re supposed to go to university together.”

“Don’t do that Steve,” Wanda chided with a firm voice that made Steve turn to her in surprise. “Don’t underestimate our friendship because you’re scared to do something that will make you happy… that will help you grow. This is what happens now. You’ll try something new and your best friends will be here when you succeed and if you fail, which you won’t because you’re an insanely talented artist.”

Steve nodded and let out a soft chuckle. “That’s what her dad said to me when he sent me the application,” He admitted. “That I’ll be able to handle anything because I’ve got the two of you in my corner.”

Wanda nodded, patting him on the back. “Exactly,” he agreed. “Just because our friendship will look differently if you’re thousands of miles away, doesn’t mean it’ll disappear. Let go, Steve. We’ll hold onto you this time.”

Despite himself, Steve felt a tear make its way down from the corner of his eye. Maybe, he thought, life will work itself out even if he lets go of the reins.

As if on cue, a quiet ping from his phone followed by a notification that covers nearly half the screen makes the three of them freeze in surprise.

“Are you gonna check that?” Pietro asks, his eyes not leaving Steve, whose own eyes were fixed on the phone.

“I… You do it,” Steve panicked, tossing the phone to Wanda.

“First,” Wanda began before unlocking the phone. “What do you hope it’ll say?”

“I’m not sure,” Steve confessed.

Wanda looks down at the phone. “You didn’t get accepted.” Her eyes scan Steve’s face, finding disappointment washing over his features.

“Oh,” was all Steve could say.

“See? You do want to get in,” Wanda deduced. “I haven’t opened the email. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Steve grabbed a pillow to hit Wanda, who pushed her brother in front of her to block it away.

“Just read the damn email,” Steve sighed in frustration.

Wanda opened the notification and began to read it out loud. “Dear Mr. Steve Rogers, we are pleased to offer you an early placement as a student at Beaux-Arts de Paris as part of our early admission program,” he read aloud before putting the phone down, once again looking to measure Steve’s reaction before providing his own.

“Oh my god. I got in.” Steve found himself grinning. “Oh my god… I got in.”

Wanda finally smiled back at her friend, handing him the phone to read the email for himself. “Congratulations, Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes before pulling the twins into a hug. “Thank you guys,” was all he said.

“Always,” Pietro replied. “Now let’s go to bed, I’m beat.”

Steve nodded, and too lazy to move from his spot on the couch. He grabbed his phone once more to look at the time. 6:00. The sun will be up soon, he reminded himself, and the night will end.

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fallingfavourites · 3 years

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Right so i wrote this about Bucky a while ago and im not sure if i should continue it, please help me guys

That feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was.

Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair.

As I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard nats frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad.

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fallingfavourites · 3 years

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Him

Bucky Barnes x GN!reader

Warnings: Blood, unconsciousness, angst ig, shooting

Word Count: 482

a/n: I tried to continue on this bucky thing I worked on but I could only add a little bit because i couldn't think of more sorry guyss

there he was standing right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like 70 years and it has been. I could never forget those bright blue eyes in a million years, though these blue eyes weren't bright, they looked dull and empty. As if someone had sucked the soul out of them. I could hear a voice screaming at me only I couldn't make out what they were saying and right on cue I felt a sting in my stomach. it didn't particularly hurt. it felt more like a burning sensation. that feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was. Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away

Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair. as I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard Nat's frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad. Not long after the heavily armored cars stopped around us, everything faded to black.

When I slowly regained my consciousness, I noticed that we were in a moving vehicle. Apparently, Sam seemed to notice that I was conscious again as I vaguely heard him speak, 'We need to get a doctor here, if we don't put pressure on the wound their gonna bleed out here in the truck." Then out of nowhere, I heard Maria's voice. "Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain," she spoke as she took off her helmet, "Who is this guy?"

We had escaped out of the truck with a hole in the floor. When we found another car we drove to some random location, to be honest, the whole ride was kind of a blur for me. Steve helped me get out of the car when we finally arrived.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Puppy Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,047

Summary: Bucky gets crafty and it gives you a great idea...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and HBC’s Craft Day! The prompt sent it by @randomfandompenguin was too cute and I thought these two ideas worked well together! Hope you all enjoy it and thank you for reading! Much love ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super fluffy fluff, implied sexy times, soft Bucky with a puppy :)

Turning over in bed you reach out for the warmth of Bucky, feeling around the sheets with your eyes still closed. “Buck,” you whisper sleepily, finally cracking open an eye and finding his side of the bed empty. Stretching with a yawn you flop out of bed and go wash up, throwing on Bucky’s tee shirt from last night.

You’re still half asleep when you hear the first bang. “What the hell,” you mutter to yourself, quickly finishing up and searching for Bucky. Another bang and you follow the noise, “Buck?” you ask, when you find him crouched on the floor in the living room.

He turns to you with a smile, “morning doll! Don’t come over here yet, I’m almost done, just gimme one more minute.” With a giggle you say, “ok, baby, no problem, want some coffee?” “Yea, that sounds great thanks, I’ll be right in.” As you walk into the kitchen you yell over your shoulder, “why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

He doesn’t answer right away, more banging resounding through your house. Shrugging, you start making the coffee, reaching up to grab two mugs from the cabinet. You’re suddenly surrounded by the warm heat you were missing earlier as strong arms circle your waist and a solid chest presses against your back.

“Need some help?” Bucky asks, his lips at your ear. Your body reacts to him immediately, a tremble running through you, “yes, please.” He reaches up to easily grab the mugs, setting them down on the counter before turning you around in his arms. “I’m not wearing my shirt because you’re wearing my shirt. I knew you would want to put it on when you got up.”

Running your fingers through his hair you pull him in for a kiss, “thanks.” He presses you against the counter, his hand wandering under the hem of his shirt. “Don’t you dare distract me,” you murmur against his lips, “what were you doing in there?!!?” Bucky reluctantly pulls away, his smile wide, “well, if you must know…” he says, extending his arm toward a beautiful wooden box on the table, “I made that.”

“OMG Bucky, it’s gorgeous,” you squeal, sprinting over to it. You run your fingers over the smooth wood, the grains making a beautiful patter on each piece. “I just love it!” you whisper, smiling over at him. “I’m so glad you do baby, I remembered how much you liked all those handmade wooden pieces we saw at that furniture show last week and thought maybe I could give it a go. I know it’s nothing grand but it’s a start.”

You reach out your hand, pulling him in for a hug, “I really love it, I’m so proud of you!” He starts placing soft kisses down your neck, picking you up and sitting you on the table, “what should we put in it?” you ask, trying to focus. “Hmmmm, *kiss, good question, *kiss, maybeeeee, *kiss kiss kiss…” Bucky pushes his hips between your legs, his shorts doing little to hide his arousal. “OMGBUCKYIKNOWWHATWECANUSEITFOR!!!”

Planting a quick kiss to his lips you slide off the table, Bucky’s groan following you as you run down the hallway. “Awwww, doll, where are you going?!?!” Peeking your head around the bathroom door you yell, “I have to shower quick and run out but I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” Bucky runs down the hall, jumping into the shower with you, “I can be quick,” he hums before pressing you against the cold tiles.

After a very satisfying shower you leave Bucky to put the finishing touches on the box and head down to the local shelter you and Bucky had visited many times. You both wanted a dog, but you knew how big of a commitment it was. But now that Bucky made that beautiful box you knew it would be perfect as a toy box for a puppy!

Heading back to the house with your arms full of soft fluffy puppy and soft fluffy puppy toys you can barely contain your excitement. You carefully place the puppy down at your feet, opening the door and calling for Bucky. He answers right away, walking toward the door. “Wait!” you screech, holding up your hand. “Can you just uh, go in the bedroom, I want to show you something, but I need a minute.”

With a sly smile he gives you a wink and jogs backwards to the bedroom, “I’ll be waiting.” You roll your eyes, looking down at your puppy, “daddy probably thinks he’s about to get some, ha!” The small brown puppy looks up at you with its soft brown eyes and you nearly melt, picking her up and going inside. You find the wooden box, completed with beautiful detail, and start placing all the dog toys inside.

Setting the puppy down in the middle of all the soft toys you gently close the box, shushing her and tiptoeing toward your bedroom. Quietly opening the door, you find Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when he sees you. “Hey, baby. What are you doing with the box?”

You set it down on the bed next to him, “I finally found the perfect thing to use it for. Why don’t you have a look?” He gives you a slightly apprehensive look, shifting to face the box and slowly opening the lid. You watch as his eyes widen and he reaches inside, pulling out the puppy and holding her against his chest.

“Y/n…is she ours?” You sit behind him, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, and scratching the puppy’s head. “She’s ours, baby. I know we’ve been talking about getting a dog for a while and when you made the box it just hit me how perfect it would be for dog toys! We can even paint her name on it!”

He leans into you, bringing the puppy to his lips and kissing her nose, “she’s so cute, I already love her. What should we name her?” Resting your head atop Bucky’s you look down at the two them, “how about Luthien?” Bucky turns to you and looks up, his smile soft and sweet, “that’s perfect, y/n. Thank you baby, I love you.”

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A New Hope

Warnings: bit of spoilers for TFATWS, death, bad writing,

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Mentions: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Sam Wilson x platonic!reader, a bit Bucky Barnesx platonic!reader, Rhodey

Everyone knew it was going to happen. Only none was expecting it. It all happend so sudden. None was ready for it to happen. It hit every persin hard whether you knew him or not. He was always a sign if hope, a sign of peace for every single human American or not.

The three people it hit the hardest were his closest friends:

Sam Wilson, they hadn't known each other for long but understood each others pain and past. Met on a simple run, Steve repeating the words 'on your left' till Sam grew close to being crazy.

Bucky Barnes, Steve's bestfriend still friends after more than seventy years not seeing or speaking to each other. Him and Steve grew up toghter, always around one another, when Steve went back to the past it was hard on Bucky but he understood why. Steve just had to finanly leave the fight, leave the war behind.

Y/n L/n, the one who always was there for steve from since he woke up from the ice till the end of it all. At first Y/n and Steve contacted through their past and trauma but quickly started to enjoy each others company. They were both very protective over each other. In the endgame Y/n had lost many that she cared about and Steve leaving and staying in 1945 hit her hard. Y/n had already lost so many and yes Steve wasn't gone yet but that didn't mean it hurt less.

Y/n was pretty much the only one still visiting Steve in his old age, Sam was busy reconnecting with his family and starting to work with the air force and Bucky was trying to get over his past, going to therapy and trying to live a normal civilian life. The day Steve pasted away Y/n was just, as she always did, getting Steve new sketch books. When she got the call she just didn't know what to do. Standing still was the only thing she could do. Y/n was debating on going to his memorial. She did go however feeling the need to respect Steve and his legacy.

When Y/n arrived she almost imiditly saw James Rhodes, Rhodey gave her a small head nod with a tight smile Y/n did the same in response. Not really knowing if it was alright to make conversation after the whole civil war days. Y/n took place at one of the front seats, behind the stage was a flag with Steve's face on it. It hurt her to say the least seeing him again like that. Not long after Sam walked up on the stage with the shield. When they made eye contact she gave him a small smile and Sam gave a quick nod in exchance. Sam gave a speech about that we needed new hero's, new hope, a new saviour.

Sam was giving up the shield to the government. Y/n quietly shook her head at him, knowing that the shield was meant for Sam and that it wasn't what Steve would've wanted. After Sam gave his speech and the shield everyone was talking about what a good man Steve Rogers was even though many didn't know the hurting man under the mask and the shield. Captain America and Steve Rogers were different people, anyone that knew both would agree.

In the big hall Y/n was searching for Bucky but he was no where to be found. Which was very understandable. Y/n and Bucky kept little to no contact, every now and then they asked how the other was doing or Bucky had asked about how Steve was doing. Y/n and Sam's eyes met across the room. Sam was talking to Rhodey and another man. Y/n slowly made her way over to them when she had arrived the man and Rhodey had already walked off to somewhere else. A soft "Hey" escaped past Sam's lips. Y/n just smiled in return not having the energy to say a word.

"How you doing?" Sam simply asked but deep down already knowing the awnser. Y/n just looked at him as if he was stupid, "Can we just not do that," Sam gave her a quick nod, "why did you give up the shield Sam?" Y/n asked but it came out a bit more aggressive than she wanted to. Sam let out a soft sigh knowing she would ask him that, "Because i feel like ot belongs to someone else." He said simply. Y/n didn't waist anytime with answering, "but it doesn't Sam." Sam shook his head, "but it does Y/n. It belongs to Steve." "Yeah and he gave it to you." Y/n simply stated. Sam just shaked his head not wanting to go further into this conversation. "I probably should go back to my sister." He said getting ready to leave as he turned around he could hear Y/n say a faint "right."

Y/n was mad if not pissed. Not even a week after Steve's death they choose a new Captain America. As if he was an old tooth brush you'd just throw out and take a new one. Y/n was close to calling Sam to argue with him that if he hadn't give away the shield that this wouldn't have had happend. She decided against it however and just keep to herself.

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