#bucky barns fluff
moments of affection; b.b.
a/n: this is entirely self indulgent because i feel like blah and im in my feels. also want to say here, even though this is not nsfw, it's still 18+
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summary; three different moments of affection between you and bucky.
bucky barnes x reader
WARNINGS: a little suggestive at the end but still sfw. alpine. cute bucky. established relationship. work drama.
word count: 1.1k
“Oh you won’t believe what went down today,” you announce as soon as you walk through the door and into Bucky’s apartment.
He’s on the couch with Alpine cuddled into his side and he reaches over to pause the show he was watching.
He chuckles at your statement asks, “was it crazier than the other day?”
“WAY crazier, so you remember Hannah right? The new girl that’s working at the front desk? The one that I despise?”
“I remember you told me she always smells like skittles,” Bucky recounts and you nod your head at him.
Hurriedly, you untie your shoelaces and kick off your shoes. You slide your feet underneath yourself as you sit next to Bucky.
“Yes, her! Well she had a fucking meltdown and screamed at my boss during our busiest hour. The cops came and everything.”
“Mmhm, she felt like she wasn’t being treated right because she kept being told to not cut her nails on the desk.” Alpine stretches her paw onto Bucky’s leg and you giggle at her, leaning over him to rub her head.
“Cut her nails on the desk? That’s what it was over.”
Bucky did not think his first conversation with you when he got back from his mission would be about Hannah, the girl you despise, but he is not complaining.
The way your face lights up as you tell him a story is something he always looks forward to.
“Yeah, ridiculous, isn’t it? The cops didn’t really do much, they just stood there and said ‘calm down’ but it did not calm anyone down. Eventually, my boss just said she should pack up and leave.”
Bucky knows you’re still speaking and he is listening, but his mind wanders off into how pretty you look. Your hair is a mess and he wonders when you’ll make a comment about it and try to fix it.
Every time a new thing comes to mind, your eyes light up. He watches as your eyes glance down at Alpine when you take a breath.
“Bucky?” He breaks out of his trance to find you smiling at him.
“Hm?” You scoot over closer to him and lean your head against his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around you.
“Do my rants annoy you?”
“No, I love them. Now, tell me...how did customers react to Hannah’s outburst?”
If there was anything Bucky hates more than his therapy appointments, it’s the doctor. He had been meaning to schedule a check up appointment for some time, but always hesitated.
After a long talk with you and sharing your similar feelings on the doctor visits, he made an appointment.
Now, he sits in the waiting room, his foot tapping and his eyes cast on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. It doesn’t help that the room is crowded.
No one is looking at him, but he feels like he’s got a spotlight on him. Add onto that the dreary and dull gray walls and the light hum that the lights give off.
You sit in the chair across from him and study his movements. Your gaze does not leave him.
The hope is that he will look up at you but he is determined to keep his stare on the carpet. You feel bad for him.
The nurse told him that you wouldn’t be able to accompany him when he gets called in and that seemed to accelerate his nerves.
A nurse calls his name out and his head shoots up, finally locking eyes with you. He stands and brushes his hands against his pants.
Before he could get past you, you grab his hand. It’s sweaty, like you expected but he still squeezes your hand.
A sigh escapes his mouth when you place a kiss on his knuckles.
You can’t help yourself but kiss his hand a few more times before pulling away.
He’s trying not to smile, but as soon as you do, Bucky can’t suppress the grin on his face. He mouths ‘thank you’ and releases your hand, taking one last glance at you before following the nurse.
The only light illuminating Bucky’s kitchen at this very moment was your laptop on the counter as you type away.
You wish you could join him on the couch, but you need to get work done and sitting next to him would just result with you in his lap.
It isn’t long before you lose your focus watch as Bucky stands up to stretch.
Only a shirt and his boxers cover him but when he stretches his arms up, you can see a little bit of his back. It sends a rush of heat all over your body and as he turns his head, you snap your focus back to your work.
A deep chuckle rings through your ears.
“I can go to another room if I’m too distracting,” Bucky teases as he makes his way into the kitchen. He pours himself some water, a smirk stuck onto his face.
“It’s not my fault that you’re so handsome,” you say and he chuckles again, moving to stand behind you. Bucky leans his hands onto the counter, his lips right by your ear. He kisses beneath your earlobe.
“Bucky…” you trail off as he takes your earlobe into his mouth and sucks lightly on it. It tickles you and you laugh, feeling him begin to smile as well.
"What? I'm just loving my girl," he mumbles, leaning his head down to place kisses on your neck.
His mouth moves leisurely, the obscene noises of his mouth do nothing to ease your growing pleasure.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck, but he pulls away.
“Are my lips too chapped?” You turn your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What? No, they’re perfect, just keep-”
His mouth his back on you, this time his movements are more aggressive.
He sucks at a spot under your jaw that never fails to make you whimper for him. One of his hands finds its way to your hip, squeezing it, then drifting to grip your thigh.
“Maybe you should take a break, doll.” You close your laptop as soon as the words leave his lips.
You spin around and pull him by his collar closer to you.
His lips brush against yours, the taste of him already so intriguing. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, but Bucky seems to notice and he smirks.
“You gonna do it, or what?” His words sink into you. One more tug of his collar and his lips are locked on yours.
Bucky laughs, but it’s muffled through the kiss. Without another thought, you bite gently onto his bottom lip. His hands falter against you and he angles his head to kiss you deeper.
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So I have an idea for a series so here’s a little promo for it. I’ll be posting the first chapter soon-ish!
Summary: Y/N is the newest member of the Avengers. Being a selective mute, she struggles to fit in and trust the other members, but Bucky and Loki are the opposite. They struggle as they both fall in love with the quiet reader.
Loki x reader, Bucky x reader
Series warning: Depression, anxiety, fluff, implied smut, smut, family loss, angst
truly, madly, deeply
(A/N: sorry this took so long. been having issues with a flaky af ex-roommate :))). anyway. haha, the knotting chapter. This is smut, so please DNI if you are under 18.)
hope u like xx
Bucky's arms curl around her back as he pulls himself into a sitting position. She folds over him like it is the simplest thing in the world and keeps rolling her hips. He buries his face in the side of her neck, where her puncture bites lay, and he scrapes his teeth over the scarred skin. She's got him held down tight, making him unable to flip her over and fuck her how he wants to. Instead, Bucky can't help but make desperate little growls as he tries to fight against her strength. She is going too fucking slow, and it's driving him out of his mind.
"C'mon," he says, unable to keep the whine from his voice, "Please fuck me. You're goin' too slow."
Her nails dig into the bicep of his arm. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have him blinking obstinately up at her. Bucky pouts and gives her his best puppy dog face. She narrows her eyes in a challenge and stops her hips altogether. Bucky tilts his head back and keens, trying to fuck up into her.
"You promised we could do it at the pace I wanted," she says stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"I didn't know that meant this slow!" Bucky says, still trying to move.
She glares, and Bucky doesn't hide the sly grin spreading across his face. He's getting her exactly where he wants her. Bucky's admittedly very submissive regarding his baby doll, but that does not mean he is always on his best behavior. He knows how to push her buttons. And even though this isn't the first time they have had sex, something about this time feels different.
"C'mon! Fuck me hard," Bucky cajoles.
She says nothing, letting her glare speak for her.
"C'mon," Bucky coos. "Is my dick not good enough for ya? I thought you loved it. You always tell me how big it is, how thick it is. Don't I always make my sunshine girl come so beautifully?"
Bucky kisses her, rolling her bottom lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth. He runs his tongue over the buds of her fangs, feeling her shiver as he urges one of her fangs to slide down from where it hides in her gums. As he moves to the other side, he thinks he hears her mutter something like, "you asked for it."
Then just as her second fang slides free, she pushes him down. She starts to bounce in his lap so fast that Bucky cannot keep up. He just flops to his back and watches her in delirious awe. She seems to be trying to prove some kind of a point. Bucky doesn't care what it is, but she is allowed to prove it if it means she rides him like this.
"You always fuck me so well, Buck," she says, flashing him her fangs.
Bucky groans at the sight of his blood on her teeth- she makes sure he watches as she licks a fang clean.
"Wan' the other," Bucky whines.
She shakes her head, teasing him as she keeps him flat on the bed like it's nothing. Bucky wiggles, trying to catch her off guard, but to no avail.
"What's in it for me?" she says.
"Ride m'face after," says Bucky, wiping sweat from his eyes.
"I accept your terms," she says primly, not even a little out of breath, gods-damn her.
Bucky has his tongue in her mouth at the first chance he gets. He gets to work cleaning off her fang, emitting little moans every time he tastes blood. (Has he always like blood this much? He doesn't think so, not until he met her, his sunshine sweet baby doll). He wants her to bite him again. Bucky gets dizzy with the thought of it.
"Bite me," he slurs into her neck. "Please."
"Took enough already," she says.
Bucky latches onto her chest, nuzzling under the curve of one breast. His other hand trails downward and rubs her clit with those soft brushy strokes he knows she likes best. He gazes up the line of her body and chokes at the picture she makes. She is radiant, and she is intoxicating. Bucky never wants to be anywhere else but here ever again.
Eventually, the movement of her hips has slowed enough that Bucky can keep up now. He presses their foreheads together, his breath warm on her cold skin. She nips his chin, he licks a sloppy strip up the bridge of her nose. They stare at each other.
"You're so fuckin' pretty like this."
She smiles. "You are too, Buck."
She's doing something incredible with her hips. Bucky hasn't the slightest idea what it is, but he can feel his knot starting to swell. He doesn't want this to end ever, and he whines, squeezing the base of his dick to stave off anything from happening. Then, when he feels a hand on his wrist, he looks up mournfully.
"Baby doll, I'm gonna bust."
"Will you knot me?" she asks.
"Ask me again. Wanna hear you say it again for me."
"Bucky, I want your knot and your bite," she says. "Please?"
If Bucky didn't feel dizzy before, he sure as hell does now. He kisses her. He cannot believe that this is happening. He's waited for years to bond with someone, and now, here she is, in the flesh, his beautiful and kind and stubborn omega.
"'Course you can have 'em, baby. I'm gonna give you everything you want an' take care a' you forever," he promises.
"Just." She takes a deep breath. "Just be gentle, please? I've never been 'knotted' before."
Bucky purrs and rubs their noses together, radiating reassurance. When she meets his eyes, Bucky smiles. She returns it with a hesitant one of her own, but Bucky smells no fear or doubt in her scent.
"I got ya, darlin'. You trust me?"
"All right, sunshine. Just a couple more of those moves you keep doin' so well."
She nods and tilts her head to the side, offering up her neck where an omega wolf's bonding mark would go. It's in the same place as her old, scarred fang marks. Bucky wants to turn those ugly scars into something beautiful- he wants to create new, good memories. He rubs his face on her neck and shoulder, getting her scent all over himself. He hears her let out the gentlest moan. With one more brush of his thumb, she comes with his name on her lips. Bucky's knot blows, locking them together for the very first time. He is gentle as he sinks his teeth into her neck. Flashes of images through eyes that are not Bucky's own jolt through his head. He sees himself as he is now, how he is looking at his omega with awe.
It's her. It's her feelings and her emotions. He's home.
"Buck," she says, smiling.
He knows what she means because he can see it.
"Me too, honey," he says, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Bucky wraps his arms around her and manipulates them into a more comfortable position. When she realizes that Bucky is purring, she smiles and kisses his fingers.
"Mine," Bucky hums sleepily. "You're all mine, darlin'. I'm never gonna leave ya."
Trepidation and shyness flicker across their bond, and Bucky focuses on her as she takes a deep breath. He smoothes out the furrow between her brows until she has gathered enough courage to say whatever she is gearing up to say.
"I'm not sure if this is proper wolf etiquette or not, but I was saving this for a good time, and I think now is as good a time as any," she rambles, looking nervous. "I just wanted to say that- James Buchanan Barnes, I- I love- Gods, this is much harder than I anticipated."
"Then lemme say it first," says Bucky. "I love you, omega-mine."
She stares at him, and, unbelievably, her face starts turning red.
"Sunshine, you're blushin,'" Bucky tells her with a massive grin on his face.
She starts giggling. She hides her face, embarrassed at her reaction, but Bucky can still make out the tiny "I love you more" that she mumbles into his neck.
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Lucky charm [Bucky Barnes x Reader] - Requested
Title: Lucky charm
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word count: 3k
Published: 19 June 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Notes: 1940s Bucky and I'm lowkey proud of this fic ^^
Warnings: Mention of dinner, alcohol
Summary: When you first meet Bucky, you only see a man drooling over woman, running after anyone with a skirt. But he captures you immediately and you can’t find it in you to reason with yourself. Before his mission you decide to give him a ‘lucky charm’ hoping for his successful return.
Inspired: [x] by a title ask I have received from @nuttytani
Request: [x] Prompts requested by @nuttytani for my celebration event.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fluff #4 - “Did… did you just kiss me?”
Fluff #11 - "Your bed hair is really adorable.”
Fluff #12 - "Aw, you’re blushing.”
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It was a chilly late evening as you walked across London's streets with Peggy Carter on your side, heading to Whip and Fiddle. You had better things to do then to chase some American superhero, but after hours of convincing from Peggy, you finally gave in. As an independent agent currently working with the British Forces in England, it was now your duty to follow Agent Carter around as though you were her lapdog. You liked the woman, you had nothing against helping her, but you hated useless missions and you especially despised following orders that made no sense to you. Agent Carter was a highly respected member of the Strategic Scientific Reserve with more than enough training to be able to protect herself. Still, you walked beside her on that chilly evening, following her diligently towards a pub you didn't even want to go near, to meet some superhero you didn't even care about.
"Could you keep sighing any louder?" She chuckled lightly, knowing how much you hated following people around.
"I understand how important your presence is, but I did not sign up to be a babysitter. No offence," you exhaled sharply, feeling useless in your situation.
"None taken," she smiled sweetly. "I understand how frustrating it can be, but if you are stuck with me, you could very well lighten up a bit," she winked, trying to lift your mood.
"We are heading to a pub full of drunk people who will stare at us as though we were their prey. I can't seem to understand why any of that should make me lighten up," you scoffed as you adjusted the gun tucked into the band of your skirt behind your back.
"I'm not saying you have to have fun, but think of today as a well-deserved vacation," she tried again, earning a deadpan look from you.
"This is most certainly the farthest possible option from a vacation I'd envision," you huffed as Peggy stepped into the bar, her head held high, attracting people's attention. As you looked around, you had to wander if instead of a pub, you might have missed the direction and stepped into a zoo. Men were shamelessly drooling over Peggy as she walked across the little room, hips swaying in her crimson red dress as she headed towards another adjoining room. Rolling your eyes, you followed her, trying to listen to the sound of your own high heels, hoping it would avert your growing anger from the animals hiding in human bodies.
"Captain," you heard her voice calling for the superhero, a flirtatious tone behind her words. You could barely swallow the chuckle that threatened to erupt from your lungs. Peggy was anything but subtle about her interest in the man.
"Agent Carter," he replied, his tone holding confidence. You stepped inside the adjourning room, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed in front of your chest as you caught sight of the Captain with a slight blush across his cheeks, his eyes awkwardly studying every inch of the Agent, the confidence in his voice barely reflecting his nervous state. If it wasn't for your training, you would have missed it. The Captain could have seemed confident to a simple bystander, he could have fooled anyone, but to you, the way he fidgeted with his hands under his sleeve, the frequent, long bobbing of his Adam's apple and the tiny sweat drops on his forehead gave him away. The man was more than interested in Peggy.
But you couldn't hear the rest of their conversation, nor did you care as you already knew about their mission. Your attention however was more occupied when you caught sight of the man beside the superhero, his broad shoulders and confident stance projecting power. For a second you thought you liked what you saw, but that was only until you realised his eyes hungrily running over the Agent's figure, shamelessly staring at her curves. You imitated a gagging sound, more to yourself than for anyone to see.
"I see your top squad is prepping for duty," Peggy spoke up, referring to the drunken team members across the pub, but her eyes stayed intensely attached to the Captain.
"You don't like music?" The other man cut in before Rogers could reply, his eyes almost undressing Peggy.
"I do actually," she replied, her gaze never leaving the Captain's as though they were the only ones in the room. "I might— when this is all over— go dancing," she added suggestively, hoping Rogers would understand her indications. But before he could have said anything, the other man once again interrupted them.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, clearly not understanding Peggy's interest in the Captain. You found it both humorous and somewhat pathetic.
"The right partner," she replied, her gaze watching the superhero with an inviting gaze, her words causing a loud fit of laughter to erupt from your lungs, this time having no time to stop it. All three heads turned to you with a questioning look as you tried to hide your laughter behind your palm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt the show, please feel free to continue," you snickered as you removed an escaped drop of tear from the corner of your eyes, your vision slightly blurred. It took you a good few seconds to calm down, but as you finally regained yourself and lifted your gaze, in that instance, you felt the air get knocked out of your chest as you caught the other man's mischievous blue eyes. A charming grin started spreading across his face, turning into a rather cocky smile.
"Where have you been hiding this pretty little thing?" He asked his friend, but his eyes never left yours. With slow steps he headed in your direction, his smirk growing wider, hypnotising you. You have seen a few too many good-looking people throughout your career, but as you stood in front of the Captain's friend, you had to admit, he was possibly the most handsome man you have ever met. He stopped right in front of you, barely leaving any gap between you as he sneaked his fingers around your hand. "If you don't mind, I would like to introduce myself. James Buchanan Barnes," he spoke as he hinted a small kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes attached to yours, watching every single tiny movement you could have made. "But you can call me Bucky," he smirked.
"James it is then," you added with a tiny smile in the corner of your lips as you introduced yourself as well, earning a deep chuckle from Bucky.
"What a beautiful name. I have a feeling we will get along just fine," he replied even more confidently than before, gently squeezing your hand that he was still holding onto. "Would you like to drink something? I would be honoured to get to know you better," he held his hand out towards the bar, as though he was offering you anything you could ever ask for. But the playful little glint in his eyes reminded you to be cautious. You knew the type of man he was, running after anyone with a skirt.
"If I didn't think you were a gentleman, I'd believe your intentions are anything but pure and innocent," you raised a questioning brow.
"For you I would become a priest," he replied as he licked across his lower lip, his cocky smirk never faltering.
"And how many times have you used that line before?" You asked, squinting suspiciously.
"It's the first time," he nodded proudly.
"I'm inclined to believe you have offered to become various things to various women," you bit on your bottom lip playfully, his intense gaze burning your cheeks as his eyes wandered to your lips.
"But never a priest," he wiggled his brows playfully, earning a loud chuckle from you as you shook your head.
"Unfortunately, we have to leave," Peggy added with a small smile.
"You forced me to come with you and told me to have fun and when I finally enjoy myself, you want to drag me away?" You asked with a mischievous smile as you took a quick glance at the woman, before you focused your attention on Bucky again. "Well, unfortunately she is right. We have to take care of a couple of other things, before your briefing tomorrow," you added as you watched his eyes grow wider.
"Agent?" Peggy called for you, Bucky's head whipping around in a swift motion.
"Agent?" He asked, stunned as he turned back to you. "Will you be at the meeting?" He asked as he finally started to process your title.
"Wouldn't miss it," you smiled, pulling your hand out of his hold and walked out of the bar with Peggy on your side, without even glancing back at the mischievous man.
"James, huh?" Peggy offered you a knowing look, earning a scoff from you.
"Hey, I'm not planning on marrying him, but he is certainly good to look at," you shrugged, trying to hide your smile and regain your usually strict features, but you found it rather difficult.
"I didn't say anything," she replied after a moment of silence as she studied your face, a small smile growing across her pretty face.
"Stop staring at me, Agent," you said, but she didn't seem to care about your 'polite' request, she just kept smiling to herself, which left you groaning.
As the next morning arrived, the meeting room of the headquarters filled up with people. There were soldiers, sergeants, agents, captains, and everyone that basically mattered and had anything to do with the upcoming mission. It was rather packed, and you didn't want to take a seat between the two generals who had a spitting problem, so instead you leaned against the wall and waited for some of the missing members to arrive whilst studying your notes.
Reading through some of the key orders in your notebook, you lost yourself in planning some tactics. Your mind was so occupied when a man decided to stand beside you, inch by inch reducing the proximity.
"Morning," you heard a deep voice and immediately looked up, meeting Bucky's eyes. He wore a lazy, lopsided smile, his hair a mess, his eyes seemingly too tired to stay open.
"Aw, long night?" You asked, smirking at the man as a low growl left his lungs.
"Don't even. I can't even remember how much I drank. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a hospital," he huffed, earning a chuckle from you. "I feel like shit," he scoffed as he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Sorry about the language," he quickly apologised for his swearing.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, your bed hair is really adorable," you smirked up at him as his eyes shot open, meeting your twinkling gaze. "Oh my, you're blushing," you snickered at the faint pink colour covering his cheeks.
"Adorable?" He asked with a questioningly arched brow. "That is not something a man likes to hear," he pouted, his face contorting in a grimace, but if anything, his childish sulking was even cuter.
"Men and their big ego," you heaved a heavy sigh as you turned back to your notes, the corner of your mouth curving into a tiny smile as you scribbled down some ideas. But Bucky wasn't done yet.
"It's not that it's a bad word, but a man wants to feel handsome, masculine, and sexy. If you said my bed hair was sexy, I would have liked it more," he offered you a challenging gaze as though he wanted you to repeat his words, but you weren't about to give in.
"Barnes, is it?" You asked, though you knew his name already, you couldn't have forgotten. "A second before I complimented you, you said you felt like shit and I could have gone and said you looked like actual shit, but I was being kind. So, if I were you, I would just accept the compliment and put a lock on my mouth," you offered him a faux smile and turned back to your notes.
"Feisty," he chuckled at your monologue. Leaning down to you, his lips caressed the shell of your ear, making you shiver. "I like that," he said with a smug grin across his face as he pulled away, making you roll your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. But you couldn't stop the tiny little butterflies from appearing in the pit of your stomach, nor could you halt your heart from starting off at a heavy pace and your cheeks feeling warmer.
Without any further comment from either of you, the meeting has begun, your complete attention focusing on all the details you dotted down. You could have sworn Bucky's eyes fell on you repeatedly, but you ignored his gaze and forced yourself to listen to every word the generals discussed, trying to ignore the distraction Bucky's presence beside you caused.
The meeting finished fairly quickly and after most of the attendees left the room, you decided to head to your office, Bucky trailing behind you in a healthy distance.
"Can I help you," you asked as you turned around to face him, his steps halting. He wore a wide smirk as his eyes met yours, but no words left his lips, not even a sound. "Well, that is helpful," you scoffed as you turned around and continued your way to your office.
As soon as you arrived, you left the door open and sat down behind your desk, rearranging some of your documents. Bucky entered the room as well, not even waiting for an invitation. He knew you left the door open for him, he didn't debate that.
"Are you planning on speaking, or do you find enjoyment in staring at me?" you raised a brow questioningly, earning a half-scoff, half-laugh from him.
"Actually, I do enjoy looking at you," he shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a beautiful view."
"Oh, please, has that line ever worked?" You laughed as you shook your head.
"Never tried before, but from your expression, it seems it is," he wiggled his brows playfully, before he took a seat in the chair across your table. "Regardless of my shameful staring, I did have a question for you," he added, making you frown.
"Okay, what would that be?" You asked as you leaned forward and propped your elbows on the table, placing your chin in your palm as you waited for him to speak.
"I was wondering—," he started, but paused momentarily, "if you'd let me take you out for dinner," he said, his eyes watching you intently, for a moment even making you forget your own name.
"Erm—," you cleared your throat as you looked at the watch on your wrist. "Don't you have a mission to attend to in about 5 hours from now?" You asked.
"After the mission, of course," he chuckled playfully, though you could see his nerves, the way he fidgeted with his fingers, regardless of how confident he showed himself to be.
"You are going to have to return first," you offered him a playful smile, though deep down you didn't even want to think of a scenario where he didn't return.
"I will, if you say yes," he gave you a questioning look.
"That's not very fair," you chuckled at his silliness.
"I never said I play fair," he bit on his lower lip, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Fine, but you better prepare your pocket, I like my food," you said, earning a wholehearted laughter from him.
"I will keep that in mind," he replied, his gaze lost in yours, for a moment just enjoying your presence beside him. Your heartbeat pulsed in your ears, your palms felt sweaty. You wanted to say something, but before you could, he quickly cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I should go," a nervous chuckle left his lungs as he stood up from your table and headed towards the exit. A part of you wanted to stop him and tell him to return safely, whilst the other felt too proud to move or even let out a sound.
But your pride quickly got shoved to the back of your mind as your legs moved on their own. Standing up from your table, you quickly closed the distance between you and grabbed his wrist, turning him around. A shocked expression sat across his face, but you didn't wait for him to steady himself. Standing on your tiptoes, you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his. He gasped into the kiss, but he quickly collected himself, his arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer as he enjoyed the feel of your soft lips against his chapped ones, the warm and slow touch you offered him, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as his fingers drew small circles on your lower back.
As you parted, his cheeks were painted in a darker shade of pink, his lips falling open, shock clearly written across his face. "Did... did you just kiss me?" He asked as his small, but proud smile grew wider.
"Well, I'm not sure what you call it in America, but in England, yes, it is called a kiss," you snickered.
"Why?" He questioned, stunned, his arms still wrapped around you as your hands rested on his chest. He didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to go back to reality. But you didn't mind. You had to admit, it was too comfortable to get lost in his arms, enjoying his strong hold around you.
"Take it as a lucky charm so you can return in one piece," you giggled, slightly nervous about your boldness, but his increasing grin made your nerves settle.
"There's nothing that can stop me from coming back," he said, his smile radiating positivity, making your cheeks flush. He leaned down and pecked your lips, only for a moment, before he pulled back.
"Good," you replied as he let go of you, but reached for your hand to kiss the back of it, his eyes still connected to yours, keeping your attention only to himself. "Good luck," you breathed softly, earning a playful wink from him, before he turned around and left you in your office, giggling to yourself as though you were a child once again.
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First I just want to say your masterlist is the stuff of dreams 🥲 I want to live forever in each of your AUs. 🥰
Can I request a trinity au idea? Maybe one of the trio (reader?) is feeling a little left out and at like a gala or party someone is flirting with them and because they’ve been in weird headspace they entertain it a little and the other two are just like oh heck no this one is ours thank you and just picks them up and carries them out
left out — stucky
warnings || angst, flirting, sad!reader, fluff
You didn’t often felt left out, but for some reason, Bucky and Steve seemed to be playing favorites with each other. It had started when you went on mission with Natasha. You had been gone for two weeks and the boys had seemed to get in this routine of just being them.
Maybe you were just being insecure, but when you found them cuddled up in Bucky’s small bed with no room for you, you felt sadness wash over you. You guys always slept in Steve’s room, his bed was the biggest and fit you all perfectly. Why had they fallen asleep without you?
What you didn’t know was that this was purely an accident. Steve had gone in to get Bucky and they had just fallen asleep talking about what they wanted to get you for the upcoming anniversary.
Then there was shower sex they had the next morning, or how they went shopping the next couple days without you. They went on a whole date without you and you were just...depressed at this point.
Steve had been the first to notice you had been distant. It was the night before the gala and you had slept in your own room in a mess of blankets. Not that Steve knew this since you had locked your door. Bucky had asked where you were when Steve had come to bed.
“Something’s wrong,”Steve said with a frown, eyebrows pressed together.”FRIDAY said she’s asleep, but her door is locked. Did..did something happen?”
“I dunno, she hasn’t been very talkative since she got back from the mission,”Bucky sighed, worry now racking through his body.”You think FRIDAY would let us in?”
“No, I already asked.”
Neither of them barely got any sleep, and where morning finally came, you stayed locked in your room with only Natasha helping you getting ready for the gala. They didn’t see you until that night.
You dressed in a dark blue dress with red lipstick staining your lips, the smooth fabric curved over your assets perfectly. Bucky had caught sight of you by the bar with a faint smile on your lips.
His brows scrunched together, watching you carefully while you seemed to be nursing a fruit drink given to you by the PR agent for the Avengers. He was nice looking man and he was flirting with you.
“You are by far the prettiest of all the avengers, by far, you are my favorite,”The man, Josh, had gushed over you, hand stroking your arm gently.
Bucky nudged Steve with a clenched jaw, and when Steve laid his eyes on you, he thought he might see red. Out of the three of you, Steve was by far the most possessive of you. He puffed out his chest.
“Oh fuck no,”Steve grunted, shoving his drink into Natasha’s hands who had been talking to him. He started towards you with no hesitation, Bucky follow him to make sure he didn’t start too much trouble.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I needed that,”You smiled, a blush creeping on your face.”You aren’t too bad yourself, definitely my favorite PR agent..”
“Oh, now you’re just flattering me...”
You felt Steve’s chest against your back, hands gripping your hips harshly. He knew how much you liked it, but it was more to keep you close and have you in his arms. Your breath hitched, taking in the aroma of both your boys.
“What do you think you’re doing, bunny?”Steve asked, picking you up by your waist in a very possessive manner. Bucky stared down the man in front of you, striking fear in the innocent guy who just thought you were pretty. Josh had quickly scurried away when the super soldiers had crowded you, intimidated by their blunt strength and dominance.
“I dunno, he was just being nice,”You bowed your head in shame, frowning at yourself. You had liked the attention the boys had seemed to be depriving you of, or you had depriving yourself of.”What does it matter to you?”
“What’s goin’ on with you, peaches?”Bucky asked, his demeanor changing as soon as you were out of public eyes. He softened, more touchy as he tilted you chin up. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest, his strong arm holding you close. It was the first time in a week that you had been so close to both of him.
You shrugged, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t know how to tell them about all the things you had been thinking. How you didn’t feel good enough or how they seemed so happy without you.”Just noticed how happy you guys are when I’m gone.”
Steve never spun you around so fast, his movements much faster than Bucky’s due the perfect serum. He had you caged under the wall , staring down at you with disbelief. Bucky wore the same expression. You felt overwhelmed by both of them being so close, craving the touch of your boys. You just wanted to be in their arms again.
“What would you make think that?”Bucky asked first, leaning against the wall next to where you were caged in. His hands coming to take one of yours.
“You guys have been...it’s just be you two since I got back, you slept in Bucky’s room without me the other night, you went on a date!”
“You think we’re happy without you? That we don’t miss you every second you’re away, Buck barely sleeps without you. He doesn’t sleep until he knows your safe, he’s so exhausted when you get back, he practically passes out, it was accident,”Steve tried to explain, his strength getting the better of him as his hand accidentally sunk in the drywall behind you.
“It wasn’t a date, baby,”Bucky added, eyes soft on you. It made your heart break a little,”We were getting some stuff for our anniversary.”
“You were?”You asked, feeling embarrassed at how you had gotten in your head. You held onto Steve’s arm, making him easy his grip.
“I thought...I thought you were mad at us, you lock us out, bunny, you’ve been so distant, and I’ve missed you so much. I hate not having you around, you ease me, I’m my best when I have both of you,”Steve told you, hands coming to cup your face.”We love you, we can’t survive without you.”
His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sweet kiss making you forget every insecurity you ever felt. This was what you needed, reassurance that your boys loved you.
Bucky pulled Steve away from you, tugging at your waist so he could embrace you. After a moment, he leaned away and hooked his finger under your chin to look at him.”Next time you get in that pretty head of yours, you tell me, okay? All this could have been avoided if you had just communicated. We should have realized sooner, okay? We’re all fault here, but we’ve got you now.”
You nodded, smiling at him faintly before kissing his lips too. Bucky held you close, made you feel safe and loved. They were right, you should have gone to them. Maybe then you wouldn’t have spent this week so alone.
It didn’t matter now. You knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had your boys.
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After watching the news and seeing Daddy!Sam and Daddy!Bucky fighting you become extremely scared and crawl into your bed and hold onto your stuffed animal as you sob. When they finally come home they expect you to run into their arms but when they see the news in on the tv which they told you to never watch it because you are too little, they find you sobbing in your bed and quickly hold you while you just tell them how scared you were that they weren’t gonna come home to you.
watching the news makes your blood run cold. you know you’re not supposed to watch it, but it was the first channel that flicked on on your tv, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away once you spotted your daddies.
but there’s so much blood. so much fighting. and it terrifies you. because now you think that they’re not coming home.
so you bundle yourself under the blankets, sobbing your little heart out and wondering what on earth you’re going to do without them.
when sam and bucky return home, they’re concerned that you don’t run straight to them as you usually do.
when they hear the telltale sounds of the news channel, they know exactly what’s happened.
“shit.” bucky whispers as they run to your bedroom, sighing when all that’s visible of you is a lump under the covers. “baby?”
“daddy?” you croak, your head popping out from under the blankets. when you spot them, your tears resume and they rush to you immediately, holding you close and shushing you gently. “was so scared.” you cry, clinging to sam and bucky like they’ll disappear from beneath you.
“you’re not supposed to watch the news, pumpkin.” sam coos and you sigh.
“i know, but it just came on an’ then i saw you. got so scared.”
“we’re here now.” bucky kisses your forehead and you lean into his touch.
“never, honey. we’re right here.” sam promises
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Starting Over Chapter 49
I’d learned, after my first visit to Delacroix and Connie’s less than relaxed state at my lack of communication while enraptured with Bucky and getting to know Sam and his family, to keep in touch with my overprotective and high strung best friend. Texts, selfies, calls while we drove down from New York and for the few days we stayed, both me AND Bucky had made sure to touch base with Connie - thinking it a better alternative to her doing something drastic like calling out the National Guard to drag the water for my skinned body.
We left the next morning, after going back to Sarah’s house to say goodbye. Sam was still giving me a look that was a cross between smug and excited and I came very close to giving him a gentle tap on the back of his head like Sarah had. Hugs and promises - to let both of them know whether I REALLY was carrying a mini Bucky OR Brooke - Sarah reminded Sam that I COULD have a mini ME inside of me as easily as a mini Buck - AND THE date when we set one.
“And let me know -” Sam started to remind me, but I cut in.
Sighing, I shook my head. “What Strange figures out about my weird as hell nightmares that are getting worse?” I’d woken up in a full body sweat, tears streaming down my face and pain wracking my body this morning. Bucky felt impotent to help me, even when he mentioned that I hadn’t cried out or screamed this time - not a total victory by any means, but another new twist. “We will, Sam.”
“Dreams can get more vivid,” Sarah offered, her smile soft and reassuring. “I know when I was pregnant with AJ I had the strangest dreams, and they got even more weird with Cass.”
Bucky’s lips were on my temple, warm and sweet. “Maybe that’s what’s making them worse?” He wanted so badly for something to be simple for me - at least about THIS.
“I hope so,” another sigh, smaller this time, and then we were on our way home.
We stopped along the way, Bucky insisted - and not ONLY because we wanted to get lost in one another, but that was most definitely a perk. He insisted on doing all of the driving, since my nausea was still touch and go, and with it came bouts of exhaustion. Between pit stops for food, and rest - not only sleep, but also stops to remind one another of how restful making love could be - Bucky also insisted on putting that bagful of pregnancy tests to use.
“You want me to pee on another one?” I asked the morning before we went to say our goodbyes to Sam, Sarah, and the boys. I was staring at him like he might have caught my irrational hormones.
He shrugged, handing me one at random. “I read the box, Brooke.” Yeah so did I, they were all pretty much the same. “It says that morning is the best time because -”
“The hormones are highest,” I nodded, yeah, I’d read them too. “OK, why not?” I mean, he’d paid for them already. Off I went to the bathroom with him on my heels. “Are you planning on WATCHING me, Bucky?” I was amused by his excitement, not grossed out - for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t intimately acquainted with ALL of my parts.
“Not if you’re opposed,” he was grinning down at me, and I rolled my eyes. “It’s a little piss, Brooke, and then we can shower while we wait.” With an offer like that -
When we FINALLY got out of the shower, once we were both absolutely certain that both of us were the squeakiest of squeaky clean - and I was loose limbed enough to need his help to get back out of the tub/shower combo, a glance at the test had his grin growing wider. Another positive to add to the soon growing pile. Because he insisted on my using each and EVERY one of those damn tests - I tinkled on each one during every damn stop we made - and guess what? Each one confirmed what I was fast growing comfortable with - Bucky and I were going to be parents.
Bucky got us home at dusk - not because he planned it that way, but because I got sick right after we had our last meal - a spectacular display of projectile vomiting that he luckily managed to pull over in time to keep OUTSIDE the car. I’d smelled the rotting scent that came from roadkill, even with the windows and top up, something we’d learned early on was a necessity - and the animal that was dead was a chipmunk for God’s sake.
It took less time for my stomach to empty than it had for me to get the taste out of my mouth - bottled water and my toothbrush, along with a bottle of Listerine we also learned to keep handy - and then we had to find another place to stop so he could find something ice cold to cool me down. Vomiting not only wore me out, but it spiked my temperature - sweaty AND clammy, I couldn’t rest until I had something cool to at least brush across my face, and even with the small styrofoam cooler we’d bought at one of the roadside stops filled up - I went through ice quickly.
“Do you want me to call her?” Bucky asked as he pulled the car into the shed. I groaned and he chuckled. “If we don’t -”
“I know,” exhausted from the trip and my waves of sickness, nightmares, with only the slight alleviation that came from the man I loved made me grumpy. “I know if we don’t call her she’ll end up coming over and camping out, but I don’t feel up to it.”
“Which is why,” he parked the car and turned to me in the dim light, his brilliant white teeth flashing and forcing a smile of my own to come out to mirror him. “I’LL take the bullet.” I sighed. “Let’s get you inside first,” his thumb brushed my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “You’re still too warm.”
“I did throw up a LOT,” I murmured, still feeling gross from it. “Get me inside so we can check in with Connie and then -” He chuckled at my attempt at seduction.
“You need a hot bath, maybe some soup and crackers, and THEN -” he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “SLEEP.” I groaned again. “Our little one is being pretty demanding, sweetheart, let me take care of you.”
Nodding, I waited for him to get out and come around to my side to help me out - not only because he liked and expected to play the part of a gentleman, but because I WAS still pretty damn weak. And then - he led me into our house and did exactly what he said he would.
Wild Child - Chapter Seven
Y/N Stark was a wild child. Vandalism, drag racing, that kind of thing. She was untamable, filled with sarcasm and nothing else.
Her undeniable love for crackers leads her right into the man who would fix her, love her.
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Chapter Seven: Bucky? Gone. Tony? A dick. Y/N? Far too drunk for this bullshit
Warnings: Drinking, language, Bucky in love
They looked as though they had been together for years when, in reality, they weren't really together at all.
Bucky got his share of kisses on the cheek, enough to last him a lifetime. Y/N got to hold his hands, flesh and metal, in her own for as long as she wanted. Truthfully, she never wanted to let him go. Where they would usually go for a walk around the compound or something that got them moving, they stayed on the couch on Bucky and Steve's floor, just holding each other.
That was where they fell asleep, on that couch. Arms wrapped around each other. Y/N was holding him tighter than Bucky thought possible, her smaller hands almost ripping his shirt in her sleep. Bucky didn't fall asleep. He was awake the entire time, watching her, the way she breathed, the way her leg would twitch and her face would scrunch up in discomfort. The way she smiled, how her hands tightened on him and loosened as she dreamt.
At near to three in the morning, Steve walked into their living area. He placed his hand over Bucky's mouth and pressed his finger to his lips, keeping him quiet. Although they never made a plan, Bucky knew what he needed to do.
Slowly and carefully he unfurled Y/N's fists and lifted her off of him. He laid her down on the couch and draped a blanket over her sleeping figure. As much as he didn't want to leave her, Bucky knew he had to for any chance of seeing her again.
When she woke up the next morning she was alone. Both Steve and Bucky were gone. The floor looked like they hadn’t been there for weeks. The only clues that they had ever lived there was the clothing left in their rooms.
If Y/N thought she was capable of breaking down and crying, that was what she would’ve been doing. But she couldn’t. Instead, she grabbed her cane and went about her morning like nothing was wrong.
She made her way back up to her floor, taking the stairs to challenge herself, to push her body. By the time she got to where she needed to be she wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked into her living area, where her dad was already by the home bar.
“A little early to be drinking, isn’t it?”
Tony ignored her. He emptied his glass, throwing it back when he turned to his daughter. “How was your day with the terminator?”
“You don’t really want to know, do you?”
“Not particularly.” He placed his glass down and walked over to the couch. “You still have until tonight with him. You wanna go back down there?” His eyes were trained on her as her lips curled into a smile.
That confirmed it. Tony hid a little grin of his own. He raised his eyebrows to his daughter, shook his head and turned away.
Tony knew of the plan. He knew it existed, not what it consisted of. When the Avengers were put on task to find and detain, well, the Avengers, he knew everything had gone to shit.
He couldn’t say no. The government basically owned them now. For his family’s sake, he had to do what they asked, had to hunt down his friends and bring them in. It didn't matter how much his daughter was going to hate him, he was doing this for her.
Tony knew she wouldn't realise it at first, would resent him for the rest of her life, but it would be worth it to keep her out of trouble.
"Do you miss him?" Tony asked one night. It was one of those rare occasions where he and Y/N were sitting peacefully, watching a movie. Both of them were fidgeting, of course. Neither Stark was able to sit still for very long. Call it a side effect of genius.
Y/N scoffed and propped her leg up on the coffee table. She had only a few weeks left with her cane but was a little but unwilling to give it up. Even with it she would still stumble. Pain would still shoot up her leg and she would crash to the floor, but she never let anybody see her fall. The one person she could be vulnerable around was gone and she didn’t know when she would see him again. “What do you think.” She picked at her nails.
“You know he’s now a threat to the US, right?”
“He’s not the threat. The Winter Soldier was the threat. The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not a threat to this fucking country. He’s just a guy.”
There was nothing he could say to make this better, nothing he could say to get her on his side. Not that Tony wanted her on his side. He sat up. “Okay. Here’s how this is gonna go.” He flexed his fingers. “You’re gonna tell me their plans and I’ll bring him in.”
“I think you’re losing your mind already, dad.” She stood up and turned off the television. “Why in the fuck would I tell you what I know? I don’t even know anything! I just woke up one morning and…” She took a breath to steady herself before the tears started falling. No, Y/N Stark does not cry. “And he and Steve were both gone, okay? No note, no goodbye, nothing.”
She stormed off, going to the one place she had felt comfort in recent months: Bucky’s room.
When Y/N had him there, she rarely went into his room. It was where she had first kissed him, where they had eaten breakfast on Saturday morning. It was where she had been crashing for the last week. Somehow the sheets still smelled like him. The pillow on the left side of the bed smelled like him and Bucky didn’t even sleep on the damn thing. That bed was reserved to sit on, for the little bit of comfort he was able to have. God knows it was too much when he was sleeping.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” she called, face pressed into his pillow. “Where is my dad?”
“In the lab with Miss Romanoff, Miss Stark.”
“Give me audio.”
“You are not authori-”
“Override Star Spangled, password Eat shit.” Tony thought he was clever. He didn’t want Steve to eat shit, not in the slightest. It was just the most ridiculous code name and password he could think of. Something that would keep his daughter out. Well, it didn’t do a very good job.
As soon as the last word left her mouth, the audio patched through. “Why are they going to an airport in Germany?” Came Natasha’s voice.
Tony’s hum was audible, as was him typing away at something. “He didn’t search where they’re trying to get to, but this is the airport they’re headed to. We could meet them there and cut them off. Bring him in and all of that.”
“What about Y/N?”
“She’s not coming with us, if that’s what you mean. If we go now she won’t notice.”
But she was already gone. Already running through the tower with a bottle of whiskey in her jacket pocket. The only thing that could give her away was the sound of her cane hitting the floor, but everybody was too busy suiting up to notice.
When she got to the hanger, F.R.I.D.A.Y was already powering up the jet they were going to take. Y/N ducked as she climbed aboard. It was easy enough to stow away. She hid behind equipment, guns, tactical gear and more. Her cane was propped against the wall, hidden behind a gun.
Soon everybody else was aboard. Her father sat in the pilots seat, his suit already on. “Yeah, Happy. Pick him up and fly him over. Get him ready and tell him we’ll meet him there. Don’t let him do anything stupid on the way in.”
Him? Who the hell was he? She stayed hidden, pulled the guns closer. It was impossible that nobody spotted her, heard the involuntary squeak she made as she slid slightly with the loose gear. From the minute they took off a wave of sickness overtook her, and she uncapped her drink. Somebody heard it sloshing around as she lifted the plastic bottle to her lips.
When they landed, the others quickly filed out. Y/N waited one minute. Another. And then another. And then another. And then another. The bottle of whisky was full when her journey started, almost half empty by the time she left the jet.
The burner phone in her pocket buzzed. “What floor are you guys on?”
“I still can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Sam told her the floor they were parked on and Y/N was quick to hang up. She grabbed a gun, the smallest one she could find (which, looking back, wasn’t the best idea) and made her way down to the floor they were on.
Her cane barely touched the floor as she ran. She ignored the slight pain that was there and instead focused on getting to him. Where her dad and his team went up, she went down. Down at least three levels until she found Sam, Steve, Bucky and a guy that looked way too excited. Wanda and Clint were stood to the side, looking not too happy to see her. She was a Stark, after all.
Sam might’ve greeted her. Steve might have done the same. The stranger might’ve shouted, “Is that Y/N Stark?!” a little too enthusiastically, but she didn’t care. Not when he was stood there looking at her like that.
She said nothing. Stayed silent. The only nose was her cane hitting the floor as she ran to him, wrapped her arms around him. “You’re a prick,” she whispered, head against his shoulder as Bucky lifted her into his arms. “No note, no goodbye! I actually worried about you!”
Considering the circumstances, Bucky was grinning. He was grinning from ear to ear. Both of his hands were on her ass, keeping her against him as he kissed her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re cute, doll,” he whispered, not much caring that the others were watching. “I don’t think you should be here but I’m so damn happy to see you.”
She hopped down, leaned against him and turned to her favourite sort-of uncle. “So, what’s your stupid plan? New guy, go and grab my cane would you?”
She listened to her father talk, threaten her sort-of uncle and the man she was falling for. God, he loved to talk. She was the same, too much like her father for her own good. Whistling, she climbed on top of a van, flicked off the lid of her drink and raised her gun. “Can you please shut the hell up?”
For the first time in his life, Tony Stark was shocked into silence. “You’re not meant to be here. She’s not meant to be here so can we please refrain from shooting at her?” He squinted his eyes at her. “Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?”
“She’s also injured,” shouted Steve.
“You’re grounded, kiddo!”
She trained her gun on her dad. “I know every weak spot in that suit. You really want to do this? And I'm not drunk, by the way. Getting there, but not drunk.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Underoos!”
Suddenly Steve’s shield was gone from his hand. There was a thing on the chopper opposite her, just sitting there like he hadn’t swung out of nowhere. The eyes on his suit narrowed on Y/N. “Oh my God, You’re Y/N Stark! My friend has had the biggest crush on you since we were kids!”
Her eyes widened. “Is that a child? You pulled a child into this? Dad! That’s irresponsible as hell!” She shouted and turned her attention to the boy on the chopper. “How old are you, kid?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
“Enough!” Sam came flying over her. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“Let’s do this.”
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until you came along. [ b.b ]
a dad!bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein bucky finally gets to meet his little one.
WARNING: bucky hinting about his past but aside from that nothing else! maybe this fic giving you baby fever idrk, time is set somewhere after the events of tfatws, and lowercase intended!
A/N: hi my baby fever is torture and im dragging you along with me. dad!bucky has been stuck in my head for so long now and i’ve been feeling guilty abt not sharing that with you. please reblog the post, it really means a lot!
if someone was to tell bucky from a few years back he would be an expecting father, he would probably chuckle bitterly as he turned down the idea; but here he was now, rushing in the middle of the car-filled streets of new york, to finally meet his new born baby.
he cursed under his breath as the cab he was in turned into another corner that had cars barely moving, fingers drumming against the sides of his thighs as he tried to calm himself down, his right arm pulling out his phone to see multiple messages from your mother, asking where was he as you were already in active labor一 that was several hours ago.
he and sam were on a mission, taking down some mafia gang that wanted to smuggle in illegal goods in trade for stolen a truck filled with stolen vibranium; his mind replaying how he didnt want to leave the hospital and stay by your side, but you pushed him to go, not expecting that the infant would arrive later that day.
as soon as he saw the tall building of the hospital you were at, he paid the driver and got out of the car, sprinting all the way to the entrance where his father-in-law was waiting, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t come sooner一” were the words that left bucky’s mouth until he was cut off, “it’s alright, you should head up, your little one’s waiting upstairs.” your father said, patting him on the back as he motioned with his other hand to go.
weaving his way inside, he quickly found your room and composed himself, standing up straight as he caught his breath, smoothing the invisible wrinkles on his clothes before slowly opening the door, peeking his head through its crack to see your sleeping figure on the bed, your mother sitting right by your side.
“bucky!” your mother quietly greeted, standing up to give him a hug. her smile was wide as she stared at his almost organized look, his hair still in a disarray from the rush he was in moments prior. “both of your angel’s are sleeping as of the moment, you should get some rest too, son. me and f/n will go home and set everything up for the baby” she calmly said, motioning the seat that she was previously in.
a small smile formed on his lips as he nodded, wanting to actually take a seat and be with you. “thank you for looking after her, ma.” he answered, hugging the woman tightly before letting go, waving his had as she left the room.
he quietly walked over and took a seat, observing the small sleeping figure inside the clear bassinet next to your bed, tears forming up in his eyes to see such a peaceful little face. gently raising a single digit over the crib, he gently caressed the baby’s hand which held onto his finger, “hey there, little one. I’m your dad.”
you stirred awake, body feeling extra sore still from giving birth, you were about to open your eyes when you heard bucky’s voice, “... and i was probably more scared than your momma could ever be at that moment, my little angel.” you opened your eyes a little to see bucky carrying the infant in his arms, sat down, slightly facing the window.
the warm rays of the early sun peeked through the blinds of the window, illuminating the peacefulness displayed on his face, “when your momma said that she had a suspicion you were in her belly, she was scared that i would leave ‘er, since we weren’t even into a year of dating一 little did she know that i feared what would become of us.”
your heart broke silently as you tuned into his confession to the baby, “i’m way older than your grandma and grandpa, i’m afraid that i could never see you grow up, i’m afraid that your momma would leave me for someone younger, that could be better a dad than old me.” his voice was soft, fragile almost as cradled your son.
“but i set those fears aside when i saw you sleeping in that crib of yours, lookin’ so angelic as you slept. i could have only wished to start a family before since i… i was considered to be someone so dangerous; i’ve always thought i would never find love but momma came along and proved me wrong, and now you’re here with me.” bucky continued, raising the small babe up to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“i’ve seen so much on this earth that i thought i’ve seen everything it has to offer. your dad’s cool since he got to fight such a big alien and so many bad guys before but i never really realized how much of life i missed until i saw you open your eyes and look at me. i’ve never deemed my life so… worthy until i you and momma came along.” bucky finished, bringing up his flesh hand to wipe the tear that had managed to escape, sighing softly.
you also brought a hand up, wiping the tears that you didn’t even notice away before quietly calling out your husband’s name, making him look back at you with a big surprise, quick to get on his feet and sat by your bed, his flesh hand holding onto yours as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. “how long have you been up, darling?”
you smiled tiredly, “just enough time to hear you ramble on to your son.” your tone light and teasing, making the latter chuckle in embarrassment that you had caught him being so soft, “who knew mr. bucky barnes could be such a softy.”
“for someone who just gave birth, you sure are in a teasing mood, baby.” he groaned, shaking his head at your antics. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be here for you when this little troublemaker arrived, y/n.” bucky apologized, looking at you with a small yet disappointed smile. “i knew i should have never taken up that mission.”
you squeezed his hand, shaking your head firmly. “no, james, don’t ever blame yourself for that.” you started off, “i said that you should go一 besides, you’re here now, with me and our little prince and that’s what matters.” you reassure him, bringing his hand up to your lips to place a gentle kiss on his already healing, bruised up knuckles.
bucky sighed softly, knowing better than to argue with you about that, “i know better than to argue with you about that, y/n.” he retorted softly, heart filled with love as his vision bounced from your featured to the sleeping one in his arms, gently exclaiming, “my god, i love you both so much.”
you laughed softly, warmth spreading throughout your body at the sight of the, now two, men in your life, “and we love you too, bucky. we love you too.”
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Series summary: Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.
Pairing: boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2,218
Warnings: Slight angst, bit of fluff. Mention of alcohol consumption. Maybe swearing?
A/N: We have a date!! Thank you for all the support, feedback is always appreciated! Divider by @firefly-graphics Happy reading! 💜
The bar is one you’ve been to a few times before. It sits a few blocks south from the gym, closer to your apartment. It isn’t fancy; the dark wooden floors are littered with scuffs and marks from years of clumsy foot traffic, the glossy bar top is decorated with its own markings of stains and chips, and a golden yellow wallpaper covers the walls, a few spots peeling. It isn’t fancy, but the drinks are cheap without the bad aftertaste, and the service is prompt.
Looking for a secluded spot, you ignore the stools along the bar and instead opt for a small wooden table towards the back of the room.
“Thank you, James.”
He holds out a beer for you, and you take it gingerly with a grateful smile.
“Not a problem,” he replies, taking the seat opposite you, “and it’s Bucky.”
A furrowed brow and a confused tilt of your head is your reaction, the unasked question sitting in the back of your throat as you swallow it down with a sip of beer.
“The only person who calls me James is my mom,” he chuckles lightly. “I mostly go by my middle name, Bucky.”
“Your middle name is Bucky?”
A teasing smirk pulls at the edge of your lips, widening when you see the broad smile stretching across his face.
“Well, no,” he replies. “My middle name is Buchanan. Bucky for short.”
A hum of understanding resonants in your chest as you nod your head, contemplating. “Bucky is nice and all, but James looks like it suits you better.”
“Well, it is my name,” he laughs, picking his own beer up, but stopping short of taking a sip. “Call me whatever you want, sweetheart.”
The words and the pet name shouldn’t induce such a flurry of emotions, a flustered tickle deep in your belly and an increase in your heartbeat, but for some reason, they do. A rising desire to call him by more than just his name, to call him yours, heats your insides, and you’re taking a frantic sip of cold beer to simmer it.
A silence settles over you then. He sits across from you, the dim lighting somehow accentuating his striking features, an azure stare set directly on you. The intensity of it causes you to self-consciously shift in your chair and tightly wrap your fingers around your bottle of beer. His eyes continue to roam over you, not in total lust, but in intrigue. Like he’s attempting to understand you and your past by reading every line of your soul and examining every scar on your heart.
When he doesn’t seem to find the answer to what he’s looking for, he finally speaks.
“So, how’d you end up working for Pierce?”
His tone is mostly even, with a hint of the curiosity you picked up on in his stare. The question isn’t surprising, it’s one you’ve been asked probably a hundred times before, but there’s something different in the way Bucky asks. The intent to understand how you—someone who clearly doesn’t belong—ended up in this world of crime.
After taking a quick swig of your beer, you shrug before responding. “He’s my godfather.”
Anticipation crosses Bucky’s features, quirking his brow to indicate he’s waiting for you to elaborate. Letting out a sigh, your gaze falls to the torn label on the bottle, your thumb mindlessly picking at the damp paper.
“My father passed away a little bit ago, and I never really had a great relationship with my mom, and after I graduated from college, I needed money and a job.” Pinching your lips into a thin line, you look up to him. “It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
He nods in understanding, taking a sip of his own beer. “Do you like what you do?”
“That’s a difficult question,” you chuckle sarcastically. “Do you?”
“Mostly, and it pays the bills.” Bucky shrugs and leans back in his chair, regarding you for another moment. “Why do you stay?” His voice is low, a crease in his brow evidence of his concern.
Gently chewing on your bottom lip, you consider his question. Although the answer seems simple—because you need the money—there’s a dark complexity to it. To leave would pose too great of a risk, one that hasn’t seemed worth it to you.
“I guess I haven’t found a reason to leave.”
He holds your stare. The clenching of his jaw is noticeable as he silently communicates his understanding, a thousand unsaid things floating in the air between you, mixing with the small specs of dust before floating away and getting lost for another day.
Finally, you clear your throat and look away, the heaviness of the conversation not something you were expecting to get into so soon. Deciding to change the topic, you pick up your bottle, and tip it in the direction of his tattooed arm.
“So, what’s with the arm? Why do they call you ‘Southpaw’?”
Bucky watches you take a sip of your drink. A small smirk playing at the edge of his mouth, clearly amused with your attempt to take control of the discussion. He glances to his arm as he replies.
“I broke it in three different places,” he says matter-of-factly, looking back to you. “It’s been reset so many times with pins and screws, it’s got more metal than bone. I hardly feel anything on this side.”
Eyes wide with surprise, a light chuckle of disbelief escapes from your lips. “Jesus.”
“Right?” Bucky softly laughs. He then holds his hand up, flipping it back and forth while he gazes at it, something close to pride highlighting his features. “I resented it for a long time, but this arm has won me a lot of money.”
His words reignite the fiery embers of yearning that settled in the pit of your stomach all those weeks ago, the want to know as much about him as possible burning just as strong as it did then.
“Why would you resent your arm?”
You feel a little silly asking, almost like you should know the reason why, or like you misunderstood his statement. But when Bucky meets your gaze, there’s a wistful sadness that creases his brow and darkens the vibrant blue of his eyes you’ve come to appreciate so much, and it takes everything in you to not reach out for him.
“I uh, had an accident,” he states, voice thickening with emotion. He clears his throat, eyes casting down to the table as he continues. “I fell 50 feet from a helicopter while I was in the service. Broke my back along with my arm, and I was left with a lot scars that were just reminders of what happened. It almost ruined me, but then I found boxing.” He finally looks back up to you. “And I reclaimed it. I covered up the scars with some tattoos and started using it for something that brought me happiness. I decided I wasn’t going to let it bring me down anymore.”
An almost pained look of awe covers your features as you listen, and there’s a small twinge of regret at asking the question, but you settle into the thought Bucky wouldn’t have answered if he didn’t want to. And then you think perhaps he wants you to know everything about him.
“I…don’t know what to say,” you reply quietly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
Bucky shrugs. “I’m not anymore,” he says lightly, but then a seriousness takes over, and he’s holding your stare once again. “It got me here, to this moment with you.”
A breath catches in your throat, stalled and you almost choke on it at the confession. The wild beat of your heart has it nearly bursting out of your chest, deafening as blood rushes in your ears. Too much. Glancing to the table, you mumble an excuse me before disappearing to the bathroom to collect yourself.
After several calming breaths and a few splashes of cold water to the face, you return to the table. Bucky’s burning gaze instantly finds you and it sets your body on fire as you sit across from him again. Picking up your beer, you smirk around the lip of the bottle, fully ready to jump headfirst into whatever this is.
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
Time passes in an intoxicating blur of laughs and longing glances as you continue to share more about yourselves. Like a broken dam, stories and questions spill from you both, learning and engaging. Little details that would seem trivial to others but mean everything to you, tucked away for later when you’re lying awake in bed.
Eventually, you notice how late it’s gotten and declare you need to get home. He insists on walking you back, even after you tell him it isn’t necessary. It’s only a few short blocks and his car is in the opposite direction, but Bucky wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Walking up the short flight of stairs to your front door, you can feel Bucky’s strong presence behind you. With a shaking hand, you manage to unlock your door, then turn to face him.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you softly say with a smile. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Me too,” Bucky replies, voice low and colored with
A pause comes between you, pregnant with the effects of shared stories and the rush of unspoken desire. There’s a moment of only gazing at each other until you see the quick flick of his eyes to your lips. The fluttering in your chest intensifies at the anticipation, but when you realize he’s hesitant to make the first move, you do it for him.
Gripping the leather lapels of his black jacket, you pull his mouth to yours, slanting your lips together into a fervent kiss. A warm rush like nothing you’ve felt before lights up your body at the contact, creating a thrumming buzz that tingles every nerve ending inside you. After a second of slight uncertainty, Bucky quickly removes his hands from the front pockets of his jeans and they find purchase on your waist as he deepens the kiss with a tongue slip out to meet yours.
It tastes like a bitter mistake and sweet longing. A juxtaposition of everything you know is wrong but feels so, so right. Lightheaded and breathless, you’re losing yourself in the moment, the hunger inside growing and screaming for more.
The sensation has your legs weakening, and you instinctively lean into Bucky for support. He responds, your back roughly meeting the hard wood of your front door, erupting a small moan to escape from your lips. The noise spurs Bucky on and he eagerly swallows it up. His sinewy body presses against yours, crushing you between the door and him.
Bucky was foolish enough to once think he could only feel alive while in the ring, but oh how wrong he was. The taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your body against his, this is everything he has been searching for. And he can’t get enough.
His hands trail over your hips, up your sides, gripping and re-gripping what he can feel. And you’re just as desperate with hands in his hair, on the back of his neck, pulling him against you as much as you can. Small puffs cloud around your faces from heated breaths hitting the cooling night air.
A thick thigh slides between your legs, his lips drag along your jaw down to your neck, and it’s a dizzying moment of lustful desire until your godfather’s menacing face flashes in your mind, suddenly waking you up like a cold shower in the morning. Reluctantly, you push Bucky away with two gentle hands on his chest. He doesn’t budge, his grasp on you unrelenting, but he pulls his head back to get a clear view of your face.
“We have to stop,” you breathlessly say, the thrill of the kiss sucking most of the air from your lungs. “We…we can’t do this.”
Bucky searches your eyes with the same intensity he did back at the bar, and you’re close to just saying fuck it and ignoring all the red flags the rational part of your brain are desperately waving.
“What if I want to do this?”
“James…” you sigh in slight frustration, letting your head fall back against the door behind you. Why can’t he just agree and say you’re right? Make it easier on you and agree the two of you shouldn’t be doing this.
“We can’t,” you state firmly, attempting to move out of his grip. “My godfather will kill us.”
His hold tightens and you give up moving. “Then I’ll kill him.”
You bark a sardonic laugh at his response, but when you register the serious tone in his voice and across his features, irritation flares up inside you at his stubbornness. “You have to go.”
This time, when you push him away, Bucky lets you. His hands fall to his sides and he hopelessly watches you turn to open your door.
“Goodbye, James,” you say quietly, giving him one last, longing look before closing the door behind you.
Part three // Part five // Masterlist
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a forehead kiss from bucky barnes would solve every single one of my fucking problems
specifically from this bucky era, because we both going through it but he'd still tell me everything is going to be okay
i just want to hug him so tight fuck
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Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words Count : Around 100. Short Prompt.
Another short drabble with a prompt. I got my first 100-likes from this post, "Make Yourself At Home." Thank you for all the likes and responses, dear readers. I’m so grateful.
You feel suffocated.
You're not supposed to be in this room with a SHIELD board member. It's Nick Fury's job, but he suddenly left his office, leaving a note on your screen saying to fill his position for the dreadful meeting.
As he said, it was dreadful.
It's the same as every company. There's always a small argument in every meeting. You are silent the whole time, wishing you could make a portal like Dr.Strange to escape.
You were exhausted when you left the briefing room. You went to the terrace for a coffee break. It was autumn, and you didn't bring your jacket outside.
Suddenly your back felt warm, and a strong arm holds your shoulder from behind. You feel ticklish a bit when you feel a beard touch your neck for a moment.
"How's the meeting?" Bucky rests his head on your right shoulder. He saw you walking outside and look tired. He immediately checks on you.
You grip the leather jacket that Bucky put on you and said: "I want to stab everyone."
Bucky chuckled, seeing you pouted. Even though you're angry right now but in his eyes, you look cute. "Don't get blood on your dress. We have dinner reservations at seven."
You laughed and able to forget the previous stress. You kiss Bucky's cheeks that make him blushed. "Love you for enabling me."
Bucky gives a quick kiss on your lips. "Love you too."
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Written in the Stars masterlist
relationships: Stucky x fem!reader, platonic!Peter Parker x reader
word count: 1.4k
chapter summary: you get a new puppy, Peter comes over for lunch, don't get Steve started on bananas
warnings: none, Steve being an old man
[gifs not mine]
Steve pulls on his running clothes, glancing at you and Bucky curled up in bed together (Bucky being the little spoon of course.) He smiles, leaning over, kissing each of your heads gently. You stir, groaning in protest. “Ugh, I have to get up too.”
He tilts his head, “why?”
“Didn’t you say that mornings are for the criminally insane?” Bucky groggily asks, pillow muffling his words.
“I stand by that statement, but I’m volunteering with Clint.”
“At the animal shelter?” Steve asks, grabbing his phone off the charger.
You hum in response, not making a move to get out of bed. Steve smiles fondly, “sounds fun, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with me, Buck?”
The brunet makes a disgruntled sound. “With Sam? Gross.”
“Come on, honey. Sam is my friend, it would make me really happy if you two tried to get along.” Steve croons, carding a hand through Bucky’s bed head.
He screws his eyes shut, knowing if he looked into Steve’s eyes he would cave - but he hadn’t heard Steve call him ‘honey’ since 1945 and the petting feels so good. He lets out a reluctant sigh. “Fine.”
The blonde grins, “great! I’ll make us smoothies!”
“What the hell is a smoothie?” Bucky grumbles. You slip a hand under his shirt, hoping the skin to skin contact will soothe him. It does. He snuggles closer to you.
Steve smiles at the sight, snapping a photo of you two on his phone. Bucky groans, “did you just take a picture?”
Steve blushes, “um, no. Mango, let's go for a walk!”
He rushes out of the room with the dalmatian not far behind, wondering how to change his lock screen. He’ll ask Sam.
“He definitely took a picture of us,” you mumble into Bucky’s neck.
“What a punk.”
Bucky sighs lovingly, “yeah.”
The two of you reluctantly pull yourselves out of bed, sharing a few lazy kisses on the way. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll see you boys later,” you tell him. He pouts, “when will you be home?”
You barely contain a squeal at the adorable display. You squish his face in your hand, the stubble tickling your palms, “you’re so cute!”
He grins, looking away shyly. “Doll…”
You kiss his puckered lips, humming in thought. “Probably around lunch. I’ll bring something home.”
You and Steve asked Fury for a few days off with no missions so Bucky was hoping you could spend it all together, but you told him you had these plans for weeks. He tries not to whine in protest. “Alright, sugar.”
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Just like you promised, you arrive back around lunch time.
“Honey, I’m home,” you smirk, entering the suite. Your boyfriends are on the couch, Bucky’s feet strewn on the blonde’s lap as he tries out his new colored pencils. “Did you know Peter works at the pizza place? Well it was the end of his shift and I told him he could have lunch with us.” You explain, gesturing to the teenager behind you.
Bucky tenses at the sight of a stranger, preparing to move away from his boyfriend, but the blonde places a reassuring hand on his ankle. Reminding him it’s ok to be affectionate in front of others now. “Hi. So, we got a new dog?” Steve asks, cutting right to the chase.
You glance at Peter, who’s cradling the tiny pitbull against his chest. “That’s… his dog.” You supply, placing the multiple pizzas on the table. Mango makes her way over, sniffing at Peter questioningly. “Then why are there pictures online of you adopting it?” Steve challenges, looking smug.
You spin around, looking at him in shock. “Since when can you use the internet?”
He smirks, “I’ve learnt a few things.”
You stare at him in bewilderment for a moment before pouting. “Ok, fine. I might have impulsively adopted a dog.” You look at Peter, who’s frozen in terror, as if lying to Captain America is an act of terrorism. “Pete, you can put her down.”
He slowly sets the puppy on the ground, still looking between your two boyfriends nervously, like they’re going to attack him. You roll your eyes, releasing a sigh, “come on boys, time to eat.”
Steve and Bucky walk to the kitchen, each offering you a peck on the cheek. You notice Bucky still hasn’t said a word and take his metal hand in yours, gently kissing the silver knuckles. He blushes at the sweet display of affection.
“Peter, take a seat. You haven’t met Bucky yet have you?” You ask, releasing the prosthetic and making your way to the fridge. He fidgets nervously. “Um, No, I haven’t. Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes.”
He smirks in response, “just call me Bucky, kid.”
Peter’s eyes widen, looking somewhat starstruck. Steve holds back a laugh, watching as you return with drinks for everybody. “Thanks sweetheart.” He glances at the small grey puppy who’s currently having a staring contest with the cat. “So, we got a dog?”
You place a slice of pizza on your plate. “I didn’t plan it, but I heard this worker saying how someone abonded this litter and that it was gonna be hard to find them homes because of stupid stereotypes about pitbulls,” you explain, huffing in frustration. Steve watches the puppy get spooked by Kiwi and run into the couch.
You glance at Bucky, noticing him self consciously tug on short sleeve. “What do you think, Buck?” You ask, trying to bring him into the conversation. His head snaps up, looking at you questiongly. “Do you like her? I think you should be the one to name her.”
He licks his lips nervously. “Me?”
You hum, “Stevie and I named Kiwi and Mango so it’s only fair you get to name her.”
“Is it gonna be another fruit name?” Peter asks curiously, chocolate brown eyes settling on Bucky. He furrows his brow in thought, “I don’t know yet.”
Peter’s nods, eating happily. “Speaking of fruits, what kind did you guys have back in the day? Like, I can’t imagine someone eating a papaya during the great depression.”
Steve chuckles in amusement. “We definitely didn’t have all the options you have today. And fruits were only available when they were in season, not year round like they are now.”
“The first time he tried a kiwi he just bit into it, skin and all,” you tease, remembering his disgust at the fuzzy texture. Peter's eyes widened, “no way!”
He laughs, looking at the super soldiers curiously. “So you could only have fruits while they were in season? What if you were craving a banana, would you have to wait all year?”
You look at the teen in alarm, “don’t get him started on bananas.”
“They’re totally different!” Steve protests, throwing up his hands in frustration. Peter flinches in surprise at the outburst. Bucky perks up, looking at him questioningly, “you noticed that too? I thought it was just me.”
Steve looks at his partner with pure admiration in his eyes. He claps his shoulder, voice heavy with emotion when he speaks, “no, pal. It’s not just you.”
You scoff at his dramatics, looking at the confused boy beside you. “The type of bananas Steve and Bucky grew up with were called Gros Michels, they were the main variety grown until the 1950s.”
Peter quirks his head. “What happened to them?”
“Panama disease wiped them out.”
“Can you still get them today?”
“Yeah, but they’re really difficult to find. Steve orders bundles of them from Hawaii.”
Peter’s eyes widen. “Woah. So, how are they any different from regular bananas?”
You groan. Steve ignores your protest. “I’m glad you asked. First off they’re way sweeter and a lot more firm. The bananas people eat today are like mush, I feel like I’m eating soggy oatmeal in a peel.”
You roll your eyes but Bucky and Peter are completely focused on his speech. You suddenly feel crazy, are you the only one who doesn’t want to hear Steve’s monologue about the cruel joke that is the Cavendish banana? You pick up the puppy who is sniffing under the table, “baby girl, I think we're the only sane ones here.”
Bucky breaks away from the blonde’s lecture, peering into her silver eyes. “Plum.”
Steve pauses mid-sentence. “What?”
“The dog. I like the name Plum.”
Peter breaks out into a grin, petting the pitbull, “that’s a great name, Bucky! It really fits her.”
Bucky smiles shyly at the praise. “Aww little Plum Barnes-Rogers,” you coo, tickling her tummy.
Steve frowns, “why is Barnes first?”
The brunet scoffs, “because I’m older, you baby.”
Peter chokes on his drink in surpise.
a/n: plum, happy pride month!!
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Don't Worry About It
Summary: When your mom asks you to relieve the babysitter; you weren't expecting it to be a different one than usual.
AU: Babysitter!Bucky x Reader
AN: To clarify, both are of age, I'm thinking mid 20s. Requests and asks always open! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated.
Gif not mine
"Can you please just-" Your mom took a deep breath from the other end of the phone. "Go to the house and relieve the babysitter, please? I'll be home in an hour at the most."
"Yes, I'm locking up now. Don't worry about it." You said as you pulled the glass door of your work closed. "Thank you, I will pay you back when I get home."
When you walked into your mom's house it was quiet, meaning your kid brother Toby had already went to bed.
Making your way to the kitchen, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway; not looking up from your phone as you texted your mom.
"I'm sorry it's so late. My mom got stuck at the office and I just g-" You stopped when you saw a pair of boots instead of the flats the usual baby sitter wore.
Looking up, you're eyes were met with bright blue ones, a timid smile playing on the brunette's lips as he stuffed his left hand in the pocket of his jeans. "It's fine. He fell asleep early."
"You're... not Mallory." You noted, the much taller man pressing his lips together and shaking his head lightly. "I'm, uh, Bucky." He reached his right hand out to shake yours gently.
You gave him a light smile before clearing your throat and tearing away from his gaze. "Anyways, Bucky, sorry for making you stay so late. Last minute change to my mom's schedule." You said breathing a laugh, digging in your wallet.
"I'm guessing it's 140?" You asked, glancing up at him. He gave a quiet 'yeah' and nodded as you continued to dig in your wallet for his payment.
"Shit- I only have 120 on me." You cursed, grabbing your bag to search for any loose change. "That's fine." Bucky shrugged, shoving his other hand in his pocket.
You shook your head. "No, no it isn't. I don't like owing people money." You exhaled, scraping up another three dollars. "I can go to the ATM?"
He shook his head and cleared his throat lightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he contemplated what he was going to say. "Just, uh- let me take you out for coffee and we'll call it even."
You narrowed your eyes at him, footsteps padding down the hall. "You're not leaving already, are you?" Toby said from the doorway, rubbing his eye. "Toby, its already 11pm. I'm sure he wants to get home." You sighed, leaning to look behind Bucky as Toby walked to stand beside him.
"Did he show you his cool arm?" He beamed, a wide smile nearly hiding the tired look in his eyes. Bucky's cheeks tinted red at your brothers question. "No, he didn't. Now, go back to bed."
Toby tugged at Bucky's left elbow, making him chuckle nervously at the young boy. "You gotta show her, Bucky. It's so cool, she'll love it and you can take her on a date. Then you can come over all the ti-"
"Toby, bed. Now."
His lips turned down in a frown, Bucky's cheeks burning red from being put on the spot. "Sorry about him, and for being late." You started searching through your purse again. "And also being short on the mon- fuck."
You jerked your hand out of the bag when your finger scratched across a paper clip. "You ok?" Bucky stepped forward, reaching his hands out towards yours.
Your eyes caught the gleam of his left hand for just a second, before he tucked it out of sight behind his back. "Yeah, just never listened to my mom about leaving paper clips in my bag." You said breathing a laugh.
"Here." He reached his right hand toward the stack of napkins on the counter and grabbed one, holding it to your finger. "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it." He kept his eyes on your finger, not wanting to look directly at you in hopes you hadn't noticed him trying so hard to hide his hand.
"Saturday good with you?"
Bucky's eyes went wide as he looked at you. "What?" He said, shocked. "The date. To call it even."
Another tint of pink washed over his cheeks and he nodded with a light smile. "Yeah, perfect."
"Great." You smiled. "Well, it's just a scratch, and I'm sure you're very ready to go home. Ten hours of Toby can be exhausting."
He breathed a laugh and shrugged as he followed you to the front door. "He definitely has a lot of energy. It was fun though."
"Has an imagination for days." You pulled the door open and Bucky walked out onto the porch, turning to look at you once he was at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm filling in for Mallory for her two week vacation, so... See you tomorrow?"
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Spent the entire service hoping that Loki or Bucky would walk in. Those priest!a.u fics were all flooding back and oh my fucking hell.
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🌿 | So, Will You Go Out With Me?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky asks you for dating advice just so he could ask your oblivious ass out on a date.
Word Count: 2k
Warning(s): Fluff, sad reader (for a bit) , Oh! a lil angst tooo.
A/N: Sorry! I know I write so much fluff and Bucky content. Most of my notes are Bucky fics. I'll be doing more than writing fluff soon :)). I hope you enjoy this one! There is a little flashback in italics. I've also noticed that my Bucky fics are more popular than the others I post (so I'll probably get my Bucky fics in).
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"Please y/n, help me. I need advice with asking someone on a date" that full-hearted sentence made your heart drop. Your best friend asking you for dating advice. You look at him in the eye as he pleads to you, Bucky Barnes, your best friend of five years, asking for dating advice.
You sighed, reluctant to agree, "Of course, Buck", you smile, propping yourself up from the burrito blanket he so desperately pulled you out of. "There's this girl" that made your heart sink further into the depths of your chest. "Go on, Buck?" You watch as he intently describes a girl with love heart eyes.
"She is kind, silly, warm; she's everything I love about a person. I love her so much y/n… you don't understand" he rolls next to you, laying beside you. You sat there watching the ceiling, your eyes focused on the intricate detail of the patterns that paved the walls of your bedroom.
You smile, trying to mask the fact that you were about to cry, listening as your best friend spoke about someone he seemed to be so infatuated with. He turns to his side, watching you as you continue to stare up, "so? How would you ask someone out y/n" he gleefully asks.
You pull your attention out of your own thoughts, turning to face him. He stares directly at you, smiling as he skims over your features; you let out a sigh as you tuck your hands under the side of your head resting on them. "Just ask her, buck; you'll know what to do." You look at him lightly, continuing. "And if she says no, then it is well and truly her loss, huh loser?" You chuckle playfully, punching his shoulder to lighten up your dull mood. "No… doll… Actually, I think it would be my loss" he half-heartedly smiled at you.
"Don't be like that, Buck, any girl who can't see what a catch you are is at a total loss. You butt face. Take Nat and Steve, for example" he grinned, knowing exactly what you were talking about. By the second, your heart broke more, oh how you couldn't stand to see him happy with someone other than you. But you couldn't think like that, as long as he was your friend, he'd always been in your life.
"Y/n?" He sighs, playing with the end of the pillow he was hugging ever so tightly. "Buck?" You watched him. "What is your ideal way for someone to ask you out" you were taken aback by this, but of course, you thought nothing of it; he was trying to get ideas on how to ask this mystery women out. "Uh… hm… well." You glare at him, pointing your finger at him sternly, warning him, "If I tell you, you better not use this to ask your girl out".
You gave him your look, which made him lightly laugh. "I make no promises," he spoke, which earned him a hard slap to his vibranium arm, instantly making you retract your hand and shake it in intermit pain. "ouch fuck... I need to stop doing that" Bucky laughed at your wit. He loved that about you; Bucky just wondered why you could never see that.
You'd do just about anything clumsy when everyone was looking; he looked at your hand, rubbed the back of it softly. His touch made it feel just a bit better; you smiled, looking back at him "clumsy doll…" he said, which only made your heart flutter more and your eyes roll. "So are you going to tell me?" you mentally face-palmed yourself "right, of course," you lightly smiled, thinking about how you'd want to be asked out on a date.
You made your face, looking up, squinting your eyes as you tried to think it out thoughtfully; that's the girl he'd fallen in love with years ago when you both first met. He couldn't help but smooth his eyes over your beautiful features as you conjured a thoughtful way to tell him how you'd want to be asked out on a date.
"Well…" you finally let out, looking back to him. You watched as he smiled, which only made you smile "this generation really sucks…. Sometimes I think to myself that there isn't a gentleman left in this world. So, If I ever wanted to be asked out, I'd hope that he'd bring me some of my favourite flowers. Bucky smiled, making a mental note, your favourite flowers were tulips and irises; of course, he knew this.
He was absolutely in love with you. "he'd hug me, handing over the flowers for me to smell. No doubt that I'd probably be clumsy because you know me," you nudge Bucky's shoulder cracking the joke all the while nervously laughing.
"I do… I do know you," Bucky knowingly said; you furrowed your brows hearing his comment. Your head spinning, Buck, if only you knew how much I loved you...
"A simple date would be an amazing one, no fancy dinners, restaurants, no expensive gifts. Just him, me and my new flowers," you giggled. "Go on", he smiled as you spoke so highly of your ideal date; he knew there was more to it. "We'd stay in, watch a film or two. Eat all the snacks we could imagine. Enjoy each others company. Until the early hours of the morning where we lightly play 40's music and dance together," he couldn't help but smile.
Bucky knew that he was the one to have gotten you into 40s music. His favourite music, for that matter. From the moment he introduced you to the 40's era, he knew that it was always you, you who he loved. But he also knew that his best friend was too oblivious to see that he loved you so much. Everyone, including him, knew you loved him just the same; you just didn't think you were that obvious when it came to Bucky.
"Bucky, I swear to god. She is the most oblivious person, I am telling you. Just ask her for dating advice; I guarantee you that she won't know you were asking about her". Bucky talked to Nat, Wanda, Steve and Vision about asking you out on a date. He laughed, knowing it was true. He loved your bubbly personality. You told Nat everything, so in hindsight she was the greatest best friend you could ever have; she told Bucky that you felt the same and to that he was ecstatic.
"Uh… yeah. That's it. Maybe something along the lines of would you go on a date with me?" You smiled, finishing your little ramble. He just smiled. "Thanks, doll. That is an amazing idea. I know exactly what to do" you just looked at him. "Bucky…. Don't you dare use my I-" he cut you off, quickly jumping off your bed. "THANKS, DOLL ILL SEE YOU LATER" you couldn't help but smile at how excited he was; although it physically pained you, his smile always brightened your day.
"CLOSE MY DOOR, BUCK" you yelled back, and he did. The silence is louder than ever before. All you could do now was smash your face into your pillow and shove the blanket over your head. Curl yourself back into a warm blanket burrito to only cry into your soft pillow. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep after you had turned on your 40's playlist Bucky made for you; all you wanted to do was mope around and fake any emotion over the next few weeks.
It was now a few hours later, just hitting 9 o'clock. Snuggled warmly in your blanket, yawning, you got up, eyes still closed, walking into your bathroom. Grabbing a hair tie, you bunched your thick hair into a bun on the top of your head. You walked back out, taking one last yawn before walking sleepily back to your bed, contemplating if you just wanted to go back to sleep. Without noticing Bucky, you hopped back onto your mattress, snuggling back under the sheets. "Hi, doll", you quickly opened your eyes, screaming slightly in shock. "AHHHHH BUCKY" you yelled, falling off your bed, taking the blanket with you. You could hear him laugh.
You groaned as he peeked over the edge of your bed to find you just lying there not wanting to move "Buck…. What are you doing." You sighed, not noticing your favourite flowers he had in his hand. You closed your eyes "shouldn't you be asking someone on a date?" You sleepily asked him, this gains a chuckle from him, "I am doll" your confused face plays as you open your eyes as he lies on his stomach on your bed watching you softly.
"Huh?" You look at him and notice as he brings your favourite flowers into view. "Would you like to go on a date with me y/n?" He beamed. You instantly shot up from the floor, looking at him suspiciously. "Buck? This isn't funny." your first thought, thinking he was joking with you. "I'm serious y/n."
He sat on the edge of your bed. Closer to where you stood, he took the flowers from your hands, leaving them on the bed. You were observing his every move, but when he pulled you close to him, you realised he wasn't joking, not one bit.
He held your waist firmly, looking up to your eyes "so? Will you go on a date with me, doll?" He smiled at you; you fell into his arms, letting your face softly crash with his chest. He hugged you softly, hearing your slight sniffles. Your watery eyes staring back at him "of course I would, Buck. But how-" he laughed lightly, cupping your face. "Because I've loved you since the day I first met you" those words melted your heart. "You're it for me, doll... Always have been. I can't believe you couldn't see that I loved you" he kissed your forehead.
You smiled brightly, cupping his face leaning in to give him the most loving kiss. "Nat told you, didn't she?" He nodded, pulling you closer into the kiss. "I didn't need her to tell me what I already knew y/n". You smiled, embarrassed that all this time he knew. "My gosh… I was going to mope around because I-… I thought you were asking someone else".
He chuckled, pushing the hair from your face behind your ears. "You were always going to be the one I asked. I'm sorry it just took me til' now to ask" you quickly shook your head. "I'm sorry too… I should've just said something," you physically face-palm.
He smiled as he pulled you onto the bed before bringing take-out and snacks onto the bed. "So doll…. I recall you saying something about snacks and movies?" You nodded "of course", you looked at Bucky, who was setting up the Pizza and two bag loads of snacks. You took the blanket, wrapping it around the pair of you, wrapping one hand into his. Bucky calms under your touch, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this" you smiled at him, he leans in to kiss your soft lips. "I've been waiting for an eternity for you butt face" you chuckled and snuggled close to him as you play dirty dancing.
Both of you sat enjoy each others company eating food, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the moment both of you had been waiting a long time for. Watching film after film until the early hours of the morning, until Bucky had turned the music on from the T.V playing some 40's slow dance music.
"May I have this dance?" Bucky extended his hand out to you.
"Depends on how good you can dance", you smirked.
"I'll save the good moves for our wedding day; right now, all I can give you is the reassurance I won't step on your toes like last time."
"You're thinking so far ahead, Buck", you chuckled, slipping your hand into his as he pulled you closer to him.
You rested your head on Bucky's chest as the pair of you slowly danced around the room, with the moonlight shining through the curtains. "But one day I will, that's a promise."
"Well, I look forward to the day that promise is met" your arms now hugged around his torso, swaying left and right together.
"I do too," he smiled, resting his chin softly on your head.
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Is it bad that I'm sitting in Church right now (my friend dragged me along 😬) and thinking about getting absolutely railed by Loki and Bucky??
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Heyy congratulations on 200!! How about 5 from fluff and 5 from angst with Stucky x reader??
Congratulations once again 🎊
Thank you so much!! And I loveeeee🌺✨
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Fluff🌸 5.A- “You’re smarter than you look.” B- “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?”
Angst💔 5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”
Pairings: Stucky x Super Soldier! Reader
Warnings: lots of angst, smoking, fluffy ending
Word Count: 1315
“You’re smarter than you look,” Steve whispers to me as I free myself of the ropes the Hydra agents used to tie us.
“Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?” I ask in mock offence as I lean over Steve to free his hands.
“Definitely the first one. You’re so pretty baby,” he says wrapping his free arms around my waist and pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“We’ve been kidnapped and all you can think about is flirting?” I say exasperated at Steve’s childish behaviour.
“Sorry!” he says as we sneak out the dirty cell and into the hallways.
Immediately an agent approaches us and we both slip into our fighting stance. I raise my knife to throw it at them but suddenly, they step into the light.
“Bucky?” Steve asks as he steps forward for a closer view.
He doesn’t say a word, only steps closer, his eyes murderous. I run into his arms at lightning speed. I clutch his waist and bunch my hands in the rough fabric of his tac gear. I feel tears threatening to escape as Steve joins the hug with an arm around Bucky’s neck and one supporting my back.
“I’m so fucking glad to see you,” I whisper as I pull away from him but Bucky’s gaze is fixed on Steve. Making sure he’s okay. Making sure there are no injuries on him. Fussing. I wait patiently for my turn but it never comes.
As soon as he finishes with Steve, he nudges me aside and marches straight ahead. I stare at his back, surprised by his behaviour until Steve snakes an arm around my waist and guides me forward and out of the base. Agents lay unconscious or dead all around us while me and Steve exchange a worried look.
The whole plane ride is spent in silence except for the occasional snore Steve let out. I tried to catch Bucky’s eye so many times but he stared at the ground the whole time. Something was definitely wrong and I was gonna find out what.
“Shower together?” Bucky asks Steve who’s too tired to say no. He practically carries Steve to the shower room where I follow.
“Just him Y/n,” he whispers to me at the door. I open my mouth to ask why when he closes the door. Right on my face.
I stumble to the bed and flop down on it. I don’t understand what’s happening exactly. Did I do or say something wrong? Bucky’s never pissed so easily so something must’ve really set him off. We hadn’t had a fight or something so it can’t be that. I gasp as I realise what it could be. Is he going to break up with me? It was just the both of them for so long until Steve wanted to add me to their relationship. Bucky seemed hesitant at first and so did I but as we got to know each other, we fell in love. Or at least I did. Things hadn’t been easy between us but we made it work and I really did love him. I never stopped to think for a second that maybe it was all one-sided.
“Why didn’t you come baby?” Steve asked as they both exit the shower with a towel wrapped ‘round their waist. I stared at him for a minute trying to memorise the lines of his face one last time before I pushed past him into the bathroom.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked holding the door open and a hand reaching out to me.
“She’s being dramatic is what,” Bucky hisses as he towels off and pulls on his pyjamas.
“What the fuck Bucky? Seriously?” he asks, turning his head to glare at him.
“Just say it Bucky,” I say as I step out from behind Steve.
“Say what? That you got both of you into this mess? You’re the reason you both have been stuck there for weeks,” he screams as he turns to face me, flinging his towel to one corner of the room.
“What are you talking about Buck?” Steve asks as he grasps my hand tightly in his.
“They’ve been tracking her for months Stevie,” he screams as he glares at me with a ferocity I had never seen. “She’s the reason you’ve been stuck there,” he says finally and then, silence.
Nobody moves a muscle and I can only stare at Bucky’s face with a guilt-ridden expression. I step forward to apologise before he says the words I would never be able to forget.
“Maybe you should just leave now,” he whispers and I halt my steps. I forget to breathe for a second and I stumble back before my hand meets the door of the room. I turn to face the door as I whisper, “I’m sorry Bucky. I never meant to be the reason you almost lose someone you love. I hope you forgive me.”
With those words, I run out of the room without a backward glance.
“Y/n wait,” Steve shouts after me but I don’t listen. I power through and only stop when I get to the roof.
I stand at the rail and blink back tears. I reach around to my jeans where I pull out a cigarette. I place it between my lips and light it up. I take a long drag as tears blur my vision and my legs weaken. I stand there smoking for a long time before I hear footsteps.
“Hey,” Steve whispers as he walks up behind me.
“I don’t think you should be here,” I say as I crush the cigarette under my shoe.
“He didn’t mean all of that. He was just scared. You know how he gets,” Steve says, steeping up the railing beside me.
“And he was. He was scared for you,” I say, sniffling.
“That’s not true,” he says, brushing a strand of my hair off my face.
“I told you this was a mistake. That this trio thing wouldn’t work coz Bucky doesn’t like me and here we are Steve,” I shout as I step away from him.
“Bucky loves you, he’s just wired up-”
“No Stevie, he doesn’t. Coz if he did, I would have been taking a shower with you and we’d be lying in bed already. He wouldn’t have asked me to leave,” I say as I break down in sobs.
“I do love you,” Bucky says as he steps onto the roof with tears streaming down his face.
I gasp as I turn to face him but avert my gaze to the ground as he steps closer. I feel his metal fingers slide up my neck and under my chin where he tips my face up to his.
“I’m so sorry about what I said. It was way out of line and it wasn’t true. I was just so scared when I heard they’d taken you,” he says as his eyes soften and tears still leak from the corner of his eye.
I watch him quietly as I process his words. My lack of response seems to make him more nervous by the minute.
“Promise you’ll never say anything like that again? I whisper as my hand raises to graze his cheek tenderly.
“I promise and I’ll make it up to you. Both of you, I promise,” he says, his eyes shifting between me and Steve.
‘Why don’t you start with a bath huh?” Steve questions as he steps forward to wrap an arm around each of our waists and press a lingering kiss to our foreheads.
“I’d like that,” I whisper into his shoulder and steal a glance at Bucky who seems relieved at my acceptance of his apology.
“Also, you smell and look like death,” Steve says which prompts a giggle from Bucky.
“That’s coz I haven’t showered.”
“Is it though?”
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Giggly Drunk Sex Headcanons | B.B.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 555
Warnings: NSFW 18+, reader is drunk/tipsy, consensual sex, sex happens but is not described (sorry guys lol)
Notes: Trying out a slightly different format. I couldn’t stop thinking of this today so bon apple teef! Happy reading!
So first and foremost there would probably be one of Stark's parties going on
You would tell Bucky that if you got drunk and horny that if he wanted to have sex with you to go for it (because consent is key)
You wouldn't get blackout drunk but you'd be pretty tipsy so stumbling a little, slurring some words, thoughts all over the place
Bucky would be dead sober because (1) he needs to watch you and (2) alcohol doesn't do anything to him anyways
And Bucky would be helping you walk back to your room and at some point would just pick you up bridal style
You'd be super giggly and touchy with him
Being carried bridal style means that you can focus on touching and kissing up on him since you don't have to focus on walking
You'd have your arms around his neck and would keep making him stop to kiss you and as he's walking you'd be kissing down his neck and leaving a bunch of hickies and failing to whisper sweet nothings in his ear
He'd be acting annoyed but secretly he would think it's the cutest fucking thing in the world how much you wanna kiss him and touch him and he'd be a blushing mess
Bucky wouldn't be thinking of what you had said earlier and would be thinking that he was just gonna put you to bed and cuddle for the rest of the night
But he'd make it back to the room and you'd let out a little squeal of excitement and he wouldn't be able to help laughing
He'd lower your back down onto the bed and begin to bend back up but your arms would be around his neck and would keep him down
You'd start kissing him again and now that he'd no longer be walking he'd let himself really kiss you and you'd start making out
You'd stop with your arms still around him to secure him down and be like "I love you so much Bucky" in between kisses "I love you baby"
And then you'd start undoing his black dress shirt that he wore and asking him if he remembered what you said
He'd ask you if you're still sure about that and you'd be giggling so much and say yes like four times just to get the point across
You’d get his shirt off and be running your hands all over his arms and chest and he’d be loving all the attention you’re giving him
He’d lean down and kiss you and slowly crawl on the bed over you and put his knee in between your legs
You’d stop momentarily to take off your dress off and you keep giggling and that would make him laugh and it would make you laugh even harder
You guys have really cute fluffy sex and every now and then break out laughing or into fits of giggles
Steve and Sam would walk down the hallway when they’re clocking out for the night and as they pass by your room they hear you guys moving but they also hear hushed giggles and just smirk and shake their heads
This would be one of the rare times Bucky would feel really care free
He’d be so happy to be laughing and to have you with all your energy and giggly sweetness there with him
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Sometimes Music Makes Your Heart Ache-Bucky Barnes x Reader
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky. Though I wish I did. Sadly he belongs to the MCU.
Summary: While Bucky was working on a mission report, a song triggered the reader and brought her to tears. Fluff ensues.
Warnings: none really. Implied sexy time.
Bucky and I were lounging around the house. I was laying on our bed with my headphones in. a hoodie and my Star Wars pjs making a new playlist for when I roll my windows down in the car. Bucky was sitting in the office across the hall doing some post mission paper work that Sam threw at him.
Bucky had only been back since the early afternoon, and after a VERY happy reunion, he had to go do some paper work after dinner. I made myself comfortable and had my phone in my hand as the rain poured outside and the fan made some white noise for Bucky so that he could concentrate.
We had been in separate rooms for about an hour at this point. Bucky didn’t want to wonder far from me since he just got back, but our bed was more comfortable. If he needed me, I was there and vice versa.
While creating the playlist, I had my music on shuffle when I wasn’t randomly stopping a song to hear the beat. Suddenly, a song about Marines started flooding my ears and my eyes immediately started filling with tears.
My sister has been a Marine for 2 years and is still in the different schools they have them go through. Seeing as she is a transpo driver, I worry when the call will come for her to be shipped over seas. It’s all dangerous, but she’s the baby of the family and it always strikes me every time I think about it.
Bucky was highly concentrated and was just finishing the paper work when he heard the first sniffle. He thought it was himself for a second and finished off the paper work with one last signature before turning around. He heard the sniffle again and quickly looked at me.
Seeing tears streaming down my face and a red nose glowing in my phone light, Bucky quickly made his way over as his concern grew. “Doll. What is it?” He asked, pulling my hoodie down and taking a headphone out so that I could hear him. My attention snapped to him at his first touch, shaking me out of my thoughts. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
I attempted to regulate my breathing before responding. “M-mm-my ssss-sister.” Was all I got out before I started crying again, gasping for a breath.
“Which one sweetheart? You have 3.” Bucky asked, still trying to understand what was wrong.
“Y/S/N.” I replied.
“Is she hurt? We can get Tony to get us a ride out there and bring her here. We can get her the best care.” Bucky said, quickly trying to dry my tears. He hates to see me cry.
“N-no. Nothing l-like that.” I managed to get out. “It’s t-tt-this stupid sss-song.”
Bucky went from looking genuinely concerned to looking amused in three seconds flat. He let go of the grip he had on me and yanked the phone away. First he looked at the song before changing it to something that reminded him of me.
“Well doll, that’s how you fix that.” Bucky said, handing my phone back. “She is fine. She does what we do, but in a different capacity.”
I took a steadying breath before responding. “ I know. It doesn’t make it any easier.”
Bucky sighed at my response and slowly nodded his head, looking down. “I wish I could say I understood, but I was the one that was sent off. Not one of my siblings.” Bucky said, looking up again. “Steve understands better than I do. It killed him that I was out there without him. His skinny, asthmatic self wanted to protect me and fight for our country so bad, but his health was just getting in the way. He always told me he was worried about me.”
“Well you were also in combat.” I reminded him. I love Steve and his needed to protect the person I love and myself. We would both do the same for him.
“She isn’t even in combat yet babe.” Bucky sighed. “She may never see combat like that, or even like what we see, in her lifetime. Some people get lucky.”
“But what if she doesn’t get lucky?” I asked.
“Then she was trained for it.” Bucky replied. “They won’t throw her out there without being trained. Plus, if it’s that major, we have strings to pull and I’ll go stand with you and her. We would fight together.”
“James.” I breathed, truly touched by his words. “I would never take you back to a war like that. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“We do that here doll.” Bucky quickly replied. “It just looks different. I’d go anywhere, fight anything, fight anyone, and do anything for you.”
I breathed deeply and had a new set of tears coming to my eyes for a completely different reason. “I love you James Bucky Barnes.”
“And I love you.” Bucky replied, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my lips. Leaning our foreheads together, he added, “Everything will be fine. I’ve got you.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
Bucky smiled, leaning back to look me in the eyes. He patted my lap as he went to stand. “No more emotional music. I don’t like to see you cry.”
“Then come put a smile on my face.” I teased.
“Aren’t you tired from earlier?” Bucky inquired, but began to walk toward me again anyways.
“I’m never too tired for you.” I winked.
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