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Hi, I’m so sorry that you have been having a hard time and that you can’t graduate when you wanted to I know that must be hard but you’re taking the time to look after yourself and that’s the most import thing!!!!

If and when you’re up to it I’d love to see a part 3 of forgive me, also maybe with a bit of Sam included? I’m a strong believer that Sam would 100% be on Bucky and Y/n side

Forgive Me, Pt. 3 (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: This request for a third part was from AGES ago, so I apologize for the long delay lol. On the plus side, I’ve finally graduated from college so that is no longer a worry! :) Anyway, this series will definitely be getting a Part 4. I couldn’t stop writing and coming up with more ideas lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Hate” had always been such a harsh word to me. Of all the feelings that existed, that was the one that I never could seem to grasp fully. Perhaps my heart was too soft or my nature too forgiving, but I had yet to find a person that I truly hated.

I could not even find it in me to hate Steve Rogers, despite all that had happened. Forgiveness was still a work in progress, but perhaps one day I would forgive him completely.

It had been three months since Bucky had found me in our bathroom with an open medication bottle in my hand, and it had been equally as long since he had spoken to the rest of the team. While I found it impossible to hate any of them, Bucky could not stand to even look at them. We had moved out of the compound within twenty four hours of his confrontation with Steve and hadn’t been back since.

Our little apartment in the city was comfortable, but it was not home. I knew that Bucky felt the same, but he refused to admit it out loud. Several attempts to urge him to reach out to Steve had not gone well, and my heart ached as I witnessed his anger consume him. Bucky had reassured me that I was all he needed now, but I knew deep down that he needed his friends, especially Steve. This anger would destroy him if not confronted properly.

And that was why I reached out first.

I found myself in a quiet little cafe in the city on a early Tuesday morning, sipping on an iced late as I watched people make their way down the street to work. The chair across from me scrapped on the ground, and I looked up to find Steve Rogers taking a seat. His face was solemn, almost shameful as his eyes made contact with mine. It was a version of him that I was unfamiliar with. The weeks of sneering and secret glares had melted away into shame and regret.

Part of me thought I should be content, seeing him humbled in this way. But I could not find it in me to rejoice in this. Steve Rogers was doing just as bad as Bucky was, losing his best friend the way that he had. There had to be a way to remedy this.

“Good morning, Steve.” I spoke softly, watching him evenly.

“Good morning.” Steve nodded in response, looking a little uneasy. “Look, Y/N-“

“You know why I asked to meet with you.” I prompted, pushing past the need for small talk to get into what really mattered. I was also quite honestly not ready to accept his apology either, if that was what he trying to do.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking away briefly. “I don’t know what else I can do. Bucky won’t respond to any of my messages and I wouldn’t dare show up uninvited to your apartment.”

“That would not have gone well.” I agreed, sipping again on my beverage. “But we need to fix this, Steve. I’ve never seen him like this before. He needs you.”

“No, he needs you.” Steve replied, his voice remaining even. “And I realize that now. I didn’t know how much he cared for you until that night. Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t tell me that you two got married.”

“That really surprised you?” I asked with a slight scoff. “After how you all treated me?”

“I’m not looking for a fight.” He held up his hands slightly. “I’m just wanting to fix things.”

It was silent for a moment, and I let out a small sigh as I nodded in agreement. We were both in agreement for at least this one thing. While I did care for Steve and the others like family before this mess, all I cared about now was making sure Bucky was cared for and supported. In order to do so, we had to work together.

“Is Sam in town?”

“He is.” Steve nodded. “I’m thinking he might be able to help best since he was nutural in this whole thing. Just talk things over with him. If it doesn’t work, we can figure something else out.”

“I agree.” I glanced at my phone, seeing a text from Bucky asking where I was. I began to rise from my place at the small table. “I have to go now. Let me know when Sam can come over to see him.”

“Wait.” Steve’s voice caused me to stop and I looked over at him. “I…I never gave you a chance to explain your side of things, and for that, I’m sorry. I should not have treated you the way that I did.”

I looked at him evenly, my heart aching in my chest at the memories of the day prior to my attempt and Bucky’s hospitalization. After a few moments of silence, I gave him a sad smile. “If you want to know what happened, look at the Tony’s camera feeds from that day. The journalist stopped me at the front entrance to the building so you should have clear audio. It’ll tell you all you need to know.”

And without another word, I grabbed my purse and made my way back towards my apartment.

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Bucky’s POV

It had been odd waking up without Y/N by my side. That had been all but established as part of our routine, early mornings spent together in bed. But for some reason that had been broken on a random Tuesday, and part of me wanted to investigate why.

But her return only an hour later had washed all my worries away and our regular life routines resumed as normal for the next week. Part way through the week, Y/N had left the apartment to run a few errands so I was left on my own on the couch watching reruns of ‘The Office’. But a sharp knock on my door interrupted my plans of relaxation.

I approached the door, assuming that Y/N had forgotten her key inside after I had locked it behind her. But the familiar face of Sam Wilson surprised me as I found him on the other side. “Sam?”

“How’ve you been, man? “ Sam smiled.

“How do you know where I live?” I returned a smile hesitantly, wondering if the others had sent him as one last resort to connect.

“I saw Y/N on the street.” He replied casually, and my shoulders relaxed slightly. “She thought it would be a good idea for me to visit!”

“Of course. Come on in.” I stepped aside, letting him into our apartment and shutting the door gently. “I haven’t heard from you in months. Where have you been?”

“Long term mission abroad.” Sam sighed, sitting down on the couch. “It was quite an interesting experience. But not as interesting as finding out you moved out of the compound. What happened?”

I froze slightly at his words. “Did Steve send you?”

“Can’t I just be concerned about my friend?” Sam replied, scoffing slightly.

“I’m not saying you can’t.” I snorted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. “But this feels like an interrogation. I have had enough of those to last a life time.”

“I did speak to Steve, but he only gave me a few details. But I also don’t want to hear just one side. I want to hear from you.” Sam replied, glancing at me. “You two are incredibly close and now you live far apart from each other. What happened?”

All that had happened began to play again through my mind. The article published, the attitude shifts from the others, the gunshot to my shoulder, finding Y/N with the medicine bottle in hand. It was almost too hard to handle. But I willed myself to speak, telling my friend all that had happened.

“How can I forgive him for this?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. “How can I forgive all of them for this? They did not give her a chance to explain herself, and made her feel like she was worthless. I could’ve lost her forever.”

“How does Y/N feel about this?” Sam prompted gently.

“She wants me to reach out to Steve.” I sighed, sinking back into the couch. “I don’t know how she can forgive him so easily, after all that has happened.”

“Y/N talked to me too, Bucky.” My eyes flickered over to Sam, surprised by his words. “She is worried about you, deeply. “

“I’m doing just fine.” I scoffed, but slightly concerned by his words. How had I not known she was worried about me?

“So you say.” Sam replied, almost skeptically. “Don’t you miss everyone? Steve at least?”

“Of course I have!” I bristle slightly, my metal fist clenching slightly. “But how do I move on from this?”

“I know you can’t immediately forgive the others for this, and that is understandable.” Sam spoke firmly. “But you can’t stay this angry forever. It will destroy you.”

“I can be as angry as I damn well please!” I snapped, glaring at him. “They almost caused her to end her life!”

“Bucky-“

“No!” I rose from the couch, a wave of rage flowing over me. “You don’t get it, and why would you? It wasn’t your wife!”

“No, but she is my friend!” Sam did not move, keeping his gaze steady with mine. “And she is scared that she is losing you, Bucky!”

“I need you to leave.” I shake my head, walking to the door and pulling it open. “Now.”

Sam clenched his jaw slightly but did not respond as he rose from the couch before walking to the door. Just as he was about to step through into the hall, Y/N appeared with a handful of grocery bags in hand. Her smile of greeting faded as she sensed the tension in the room. “What’s-“

“Please leave, Sam.” I repeated firmly, watching him leave before shutting the door behind him. “Why did you invite him here?”

“Maybe because he’s one of your friends and you could use a visit from one?” Y/N walked into the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter before turning to me. “Why did you throw him out of our apartment?”

“Because everyone is insisting that I must forgive Steve!” I snapped, my jaw clenched. “I can’t even fathom how you can stand the thought of him!”

“Bucky, I still haven’t forgive him yet! It’s too hard!” I shake my head as I watched him through pained eyes. “But I’m not as angry anymore. You can’t let this anger consume you!”

“I heard the exact same thing from Sam.” I let out a bitter laugh. “I can be as angry as I want!”

“Bucky…”

“Did you coordinate this with Sam? Steve too?” I scoffed, not even hiding my anger anymore. “Why are you working with the people who want you dead?”

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment before her eyes filled with hurt. Deep hurt. I had never regret speaking as I quickly as I did in that moment.

“Alright.” Her voice was quiet, trembling slightly as she picked up her purse from the counter. “Dinner’s on the counter. I’m going to go stay somewhere else for the night.”

“Y/N…” My voice cracked as I reached out to grab her hand, but she slipped away from my touch and out the door, slamming it hard behind her.

I walked over to the couch, sitting back down quietly before the first tears began to fall. I could not remember when they stopped, if ever. Perhaps the anger had already destroyed me. And perhaps I had already lost the love of my life because of it.

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Grump

Pairing: Established!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,009

Warnings: None

Summary: The reader who is normally the sunshine one of the bunch, has a grumpy day.

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An over exaggerated groan echoed off the gym walls. Letting out an angered huff, you tossed your head back squeezing your eyes shut as best as you could. Sweat rolled down your back, as the upbeat music playing through the loud speakers bounced around in your head.

Letting out a long sigh, you decided to plop down on the ground in attempt to self sooth. The soft sound of someone approaching, could faintly be heard.

"You okay, babe?"

Natasha. Of course, your best friend would know something was off kilter with you, the second she set foot in the gym. Picking at the skin around your finger nails, you were silently seething. Without looking up, you responded.

"Fine." Your voice harsh, causing her to flinch.

"Are you-"

Letting out a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes with a slight huff, bringing your knees to your chest.

"Yes." You cut her off bluntly. "I'm sure."

As you continued staring into the void, you missed the flash of concern pass along Natasha's features. With a frown, she joined you on the ground. Knowing her, you knew there would be follow up probing.

"No, Nat." You sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."

Since the moment you woke up, things hadn't gone your way. Your apartment complex had no hot water, the first shirt you had on, you had somehow smeared jam on it. On your commute to the compound you had stepped in gum, slightly smacked your head on the subway door. Above all you had gotten cursed out by many of the subway riders for various reasons.

"I didn't say anything." She spoke softly.

Turning your gaze to her, you gave her a knowing look. "You don't have to." You raised an eyebrow. "I know you."

Her features softened at the thought of the close friendship you had forged.

Rolling your eyes, you got up and stomped your way out of the gym, deciding to try and find something to snack on, so you ventured toward the kitchen. Which happened to be a mistake.

"Well, there she is!" Sam's voice sing-songed through the kitchen. "Where have you been Sunshine!"

Letting out a quiet growl, you didn't bother acknowledging the new Captain America. Rather, you made a beeline for the stocked pantry. While doing so, you missed the look of concern shared between Sam and Bucky.

"Sunshine?" Bucky's gentle voice called.

You hummed in response not bothering to turn around. Feeling anger radiating off of you.

Bucky and Sam exchanged another concerned gaze.

Sitting up straighter, bucky quietly cleared his throat. "Sweetheart?"

Letting your shoulders sag, you dropped your head down, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Yes, James?"

Both Sam and Bucky flinched at your tone and odd behavior.

"Y/N-" Sam began.

Immediately, you huffed, snapping your head up, turning quick on your heels to face both men, crossing your arms along your chest, allowing your face to harden.

Both men swallowed hard, while their expressions were one of surprise, taken back at how you were reacting to them.

"Yes, Samuel?" You huffed. "What is it?"

Sam hesitated from where he sat at the kitchen table, gulping he widened his eyes, quickly glancing back at Bucky then back to you.

"Um-" He trailed off. "N-Nothing, sorry."

Growling, you upper lip turned into snarl. Rolling your eyes, you marched to the door, but before leaving you, turned one last time towards the guys.

"If either of you need me," You began. "Don't."

Once you exited the kitchen, you stomped and huffed your way to Bucky's bedroom. The slam from the door could be heard down the hall causing both men to startle and jump slightly from the sound.

"Dude." Sam started. "What is wrong with Sunshine?" He stared expectantly at Bucky.

Bucky returned the stare, with confusion etched on his features. "I don't know man."

"Well, don't just sit there!" Sam waved about. "Go to your girl!"

Immediately after the words had left Sam's mouth, Bucky was on his feet, out the door and racing towards your bedroom. As soon as he was outside the door, he stopped. His heart racing, as scenarios of everything that could be wrong course through his mind. Nervously, he wiped his palms on his jeans with a gulp. Calming himself down, he knocked on the door, softly calling out. "Sweetheart?"

No response.

Taking the silence as approval to enter, he did. Opening the door, he was met with the sight of a lump of blankets on his bed. Quietly, he opened the door, and slipped inside. Toeing off his shoes, he quickly made his way towards the bed. He lifted the edge of the blanket before slipping underneath.

He was greeted with a defeated set of eyes. Bucky let out a soft hum, before gently winding his arm around your waist, and snaking the other under your head. Tugging you close, to him, you burried your face in his chest. Your hands curling around his shirt, holding onto the soldier for dear life.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of your comfort show playing in the background. Bucky felt his shirt growing damp. Without a word, the arm under your head curled in a way that allowed him to gently pet your hair. As time passed, both of your eyes began growing heavy.

Before you knew it, you awoke without the knowledge of knowing you had fallen asleep. Pulling away from Bucky's chest, you gazed up at him. He was already awake staring at the wall. Sensing your attention on him, he shifted his eyes to gaze into yours.

"Bucky..." Your hoarse voice sounded quietly.

Bucky let out a gentle hum. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he gently rubbed his against yours. "I know baby girl, I know."

Letting out a content sigh, you nodded with a soft smile, returning to your previous place in his chest.

As some time past, Bucky broke the silence. "I'm grumpy about stuff, but I don't want you to be sunshine."

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All My Loving - Bucky Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: none.

SUMMARY: Bucky comes home after a long tiring day, and asks you to sing him to sleep.

*Your POV*

You and Bucky lay together on your shared bed. You were sat up against the pillows, with the back of his head was pressing against your chest. You gently placed your chin on top. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each others embrace.

"Y/N," Bucky whispered, gently lifting his head sleepily. You hummed softly in response. "Do we have a mission tomorrow?"

"No, Buck. We get to sleep in."  You replied. His lips formed into a smile and he let out a sigh of relief. 

"Thank God." He said as he rested his head back against your chest. "Tomorrow we're just gonna lay here all day." Bucky flipped himself over and pulled you down, so you were now laying beside him. He gently rested his head on top your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Usually it was you who would lay on his chest, but tonight was different. Bucky had been out on a long and tiring mission all day, and was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep in your arms. You were his safe space. You wrapped your arms around his figure, holding him tight. Then, you lifted one of your hands to gently play his hair.  

For the first time in a while, Bucky felt himself completely relax. You felt him sigh against your chest, and you could tell he was falling asleep. Then suddenly, Steve burst through the door of your room. Bucky immediately pushed himself off of you, lifting his head to see what the loud noise was. "Steve?" He groaned, rubbing the corners of his eyes. 

"Sorry, sorry," Steve panted, trying to catch his breath. His hands fell to his knees, trying to keep himself standing. "The guy escaped!" Bucky shuffled off of the bed to his feet, groaning in annoyance. 

"You let him escape?" He exclaimed, trying to control his anger.

"Well, I-"

"The guy that we have been trying to find," Bucky paused before continuing, "The entire day," He added, his voice growing louder. "Has escaped?" This time he was nearly shouting. You quickly got up from the bed, placing a hand on his back.

"Hey Buck, it's alright, we'll get him back." You said reassuringly, gently rubbing his back with your hand. Steve looked at the floor, unsure of what to say. 

"No, It's not alright, Y/N!" Bucky yelled, turning to his side to look at you. "It's been a long ass day, and all I want to do is go to bed with my girlfriend!" He turned back to Steve, running his hands through his long hair. "And I can't do that now, cause I have to go find this criminal!" He moved over to the bed, and sat down, groaning. You slowly sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh.

"It's alright, Buck." You said. "Steve will go find the criminal, and you can go to sleep." 

"What!" Steve protested. You threw out a finger at Steve, not even looking at him, and signalled for him to be quiet. 

"Steve will go find him." You repeated, grabbing the side of Bucky's face gently. He sighed into your hand. You stood up and turned towards Steve, "better get going, Cap." Steve rolled his eyes at the two of you and left the room. You closed the door behind him before making your way back over to your boyfriend. The two of you gently fell back on the bed, moving to the same positions as before. His head was back on top of your chest, and you were running your fingers through his brown hair. 

You and Bucky both closed your eyes as you laid there together in silence, holding each other. You could feel Bucky's heart racing, trying to calm itself down but failing. "Y/N" He whispered, gently lifting and turning his head, trying to make his eyes reach yours. Your eyelashes fluttered as you opened your eyes, looking at the tired boy. "I can't sleep, will you sing for me?" He asked. He knew you hated your voice, but he loved it too much. You would usually laugh and say no to him, but he was so tired and so cute. It was impossible to deny his request. 

"Fine." You said, rolling your eyes with a smile. He smiled softly before turning his head back around and placing it on your chest once again. You thought of what to sing and only one song crossed your mind.

"Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you. Tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true."

The song was 'All My Loving' byThe Beatles.It had been yours and Bucky's song for years. He loved the song, and so did you. The song had always meant something to you and him. You used to sing it to him when he couldn't sleep because of his nightmares, but those eventually faded and you stopped.

"And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday, and I'll send all my loving to you."

The two of you had danced to it the day Bucky joined the Avengers officially. He was going through a phase of listening to popular songs from each decade, and was in his 60s songs era. He had asked to play the song, and then asked you to dance. The two of you moved slowly to the song, holding each other closely as you danced. It didn't matter that no one else was dancing, you just wanted to hold him.

"I'll pretend that I'm kissing, the lips I am missing. And hope, that my dreams will come true."

Bucky could feel the vibration of your gentle hums against his cheek, coming from your chest. He smiled softly at the sound of your angelic voice, and closed his eyes. It reminded him of when his mother used to sing him to sleep, way back in the 20s. 

"And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday, and I'll send all my loving to you."

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Ignorant little boy

Yoy knew Bucky was raised in the 1940s a time when women had to hide their periods and pretend like nothing was happening. You didnt want to freak him out by just blurring out the subject of menstrual cicle so you kept it under the radar for the first few months of your relationship. Yoy were an Avenger too so you lived with the rest in the Avengers Compound luckily everyone had their own quarters so keeping it a secret wasnt difficult. But what was hard was lying to your boyfriend about it.

 As a trained assasin he could easily see when you were lying so when cramps hit you hard you just tell him that you are having a sleepover at nats to be safe. At first he was okay with that not paying any attention but as the months got by he realised a pattern to your sleepovers at nats and he was wondering what that was about. 5 months in the relationship you were once again in nats room curled in a blanket eating chocolate and groaning as the pain continued.

-you have to tell him eventually, you cant keep this for ever yn

Nat said putting you a glass of wine sitting next to you

 -i know Nat... I just dont want to freak him out you know. He has been through so much and he is still adapting to this new life. Throughing this to him is gonna be too much.

-yn is just period. I am sure he can handle it just fine youre just overthinking again. I m suprised he hasnt asked you about your visits here every month.

-I dont know Nat.. just let this month pass and ill see okay ?

-ok yn as you wish but you do havr to tell him or i will

she said smirking as she watched your suprised face.

-you wont! Come on Nat i will tell him just stop nagging about it.

you said as you covered you haid with the fluffy blanket.

The next day was suprissingly well. No cramps no pains and a low flow so you thought this was a perfect time to go to Bucky. You had missed him so much even if it was inly for a day. Your period it made you clingy and you wanted him around all the time. So you went into hiw room only to find him half asleep on his bed. Not wanting to wake him you tip toe to his bed and crawl under the blankets next to him. The momment he felt your pressence he woke putting his arm in your middle pulling you closer to him giving you a lazy soft kiss on the lips.

-I thought you were with Nat? 

-we finished early and i wanted to see you.

you said burring your head in the crook of his neck snuggling even further.

-i missed you so muck Bucky

you say in a muffled voicce making Bucky laugh holding you tighter against him.

-i missed you too doll so much

he said kissing your temple humming a song lulling you both to sleep.

Time passed and after a 2 hours nap you were ready to have some fun but the momment you opened your eyes you realised that you had leaked. FUCK !!! what were you gonna do you didnt want Bucky to see this. This was a disaster so you decided to act quickly. You slid under the covers and from Buckys arms but the momment you were getting up you felt a hand grasping yours gently.

-where are you going doll? 

he asked in a groogy voice sleep still evident in his eyes.

-im just going to the bathroom baby go back to sleep ill be back soon

you said kissing him softly on the forehead and then on the lips before standing up.

Bucky hummed in aggrement and went to close his eyes but when you stood up he gasped at the sight before him sending him into a panic mode rapidly gettinf out of bed and start bomb you with questions.

-yn where did you got hurt? what is all that blood? did you got shot?

he didnt think what he was saying he was just in shock of what he was seeing infront of him.

-Bucky baby im alright i promise you. Im fine love im fine. 

you tried to tell him but he didint listen he was busy checking you up and down for any sighns of possimble wound.

finally you sat on the bed took his hands that roamed your body and placed them on your face making him look at you in the eyes.

-Bucky my love i am okay. you saw it yourself i have no wounds. You have to calm down my love i am here and i am fine i promise you.

hearing this words Bucky finally relaxed and took a deep breath looking you lovingly and worridly in your eyes.

-what is all that blood then doll? where did it came from?

in that momment he looked like a lost puppy lost in worried and you felt terribly guilty for this. You should have talked to him.

-My love i am going to explain everything up okay? i just want 10 minutes to get clean and ill be back with you i promise.

he was hesitant he didnt know what was happening and he was still very worried but your reassuring smile calmed him.

-Are you sure you re okay doll?

-yes Bucky im fine i promise i will be back in a bit dont worry.

and with that yn was headind to the door going to her room to quickly change.

Bucky sat worriedly in the couch of his room his leg bouncing up and down waiting for you. the momment he heard the door open he turned to see you in an oversized shirt that was his and a cute pair of fluffy socks. he was so relived that you were okay and he immidietly sat up and got to you hugging you tight.

-im okay baby im okay. lets go talk i have some things to tell you.

you said breaking the hug but taking his hand in yours guiding him in the couch.

-i should have said that to you a long time before but i didnt want to burden you.

you said in a low voice looking at your linked hands.

-you can tell me anything yn, you are never a burden for me. what is it doll?

he held your chin up with his fingers lookung at you with the most sincere eyes.

Every month when i go to Nats for sleepovers it is because i have my period and i didnt want you to be overwhelmed about this. i know in your time they didnt speak about it and now you have so much on your plate to figure out that i didnt want to put another in it.

you said quietly and nervously.

Bucky looked at you not with anger or hate but with love and adoration that relaxed a little bit.

- Doll you got through it all alone all those months so just to not overwhelm me?

-yes.. im sorry i should have said it sooner but..

you didnt got to finish your sentence and Bucky just took you in his arms and kiss you. the kiss was so pationate and fierce that you melted in his touch. after the kiss he hold you and said

-you dont have to hide from me doll. yes i have a lot to learn still about this new world but whenit comes to you you come first baby. im here for you for anything you need me to and im happy to learn with you. i want you to feel comfortamble and free with me yn . im here for you love.

he said that with so much love that you felt guilty thinking that he will get mad.

-thank you so much baby. im so soory for keeping this from you.

-its okay doll im happy you finally told me so i can help you through it. So what exactly is a period?

he questioned and you laughed a bit. you loved how eager he was a bout learning for it and how helpfull he wanted to be. you spent 1 hour expalining to him what it was how many days  it lasted what were the symptoms and how to help you. After that he never letted you on your own on your period he was there for you through it all. cramps cravings mood swings and all and that made you fall in love with him all over again. 

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[buckyspetpsychopath]

Falling in love with bucky barnes

I made a little list of songs I think describe either being in love with or falling in love with bucky barnes would sound like.

This is just my opinion of a couple of songs I regularly listen to!

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[lizamango]

Together Again (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 5/8

A/N: New chapter!! Hope you enjoyyyy xx

Word Count: 2752

Warnings: Mentions of sex but NO SMUT, please read responsibly!! Major fluff, angst for reader, sadness upcoming

Summary: Bucky finds himself in the town of WestView where not everything is as it seems. But does that really matter if you find yourself reunited with the one you love?

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: A pumpkin picking date and Bucky and Y/N meet Pietro

Chapter 5: THERE’S NO HARM

Taglist ~ just comment if you wanna be added!

@white-wolf-buckaroo​

@austynparksandpizza

Y/N wakes up and her eyes fall to the gorgeous man that she proudly calls her husband. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps and she’s thankful for it. Ever since Dennis the mailman asked how his nightmares were she keeps mulling it over. Did Bucky have nightmares but didn’t tell her? Why not? She brings her hand up to caress his face. It doesn’t look like he’s having a nightmare…

“You’re staring,” he suddenly says while his eyes are still closed.

She jumps, not expecting him to wake up. “You think it’s creepy, I think it’s romantic.”

“Everything you do is romantic,” he replies cheekily.

“That didn’t make sense,” she teases.

“Oh. Oh, really? Okay you know what doesn’t make sense?” He goads.

“What?” Y/N giggles.

“How you could be awake so early after the night we had,” he then rolls on top of her and kisses her neck with loads of tiny pecks, the last one lasting longer, feeling more passionate.

“We can’t do this now, we have to go to the pumpkin patch and pick out pumpkins!”

“For what?” he groans.

“It’s Halloween, silly.” She gently pushes Bucky off who rolls back into his pillow.

“The things I do for you.”

She gets up from bed to have a shower.

“Can I join you?” he calls after her.

“No! Or else the good pumpkins will be gone!”

He huffs and gets up to make the bed. “Good pumpkins? Are there bad pumpkins? Evil pumpkins?” he mumbles.

Bucky decides to make himself a coffee and Y/N a cup of tea while still in his pyjamas. He takes a sip and stares out the window that looks into Y/N’s garden. She had always said she wished she could take care of a plant, between undercover missions and training new recruits at the SHIELD Academy of Operations back when SHIELD was a thing she never could keep one alive for very long. Bucky wonders what she did in her spare time in the five years he was… away. Was she happy? Did she move on? Did she hates him for leaving her?

“Hey,” Y/N pops out down in a… super spy costume.

“You look…” familiar. “Smokin,” he flirts.

She laughs and does a 360 spin. “Of course I do.” She puts up finger guns. “Pow pow,” she points at him.

“Agh, someone call an ambulance!” Bucky says playing along. “But not for me!” he picks her up spinning her around.

She laughs at him. “Your costume is upstairs on the bed!”

“My costume?”

“Yeah! What, you thought you were going out in cargo pants and a flannel with some graphic tee?” She puts her hands on her hips. “I don’t think so, soldier.”

“What?” he looks up suddenly from his cup of coffee.

“Dang it, I ruined the surprise! Go! Get dressed! And thank you for the tea.”

 She kisses him on the cheek and he slowly makes his way upstairs. He almost drops his mug as he sees a perfect replica of his World War Two uniform. Is this Wanda’s doing?

He gets dressed anyways to make Y/N happy. That’s all that matters to him.

“Well aren’t you quite the charmer.”

Bucky gives his own 360 turn with a goofy smile on his face to match the one on Y/N’s. “Alright, doll. Let’s get going. Don’t wanna get the evil pumpkins.”

“Bad pumpkins! As in spoiled ones!” she corrects as he guides her toward the door, picking up the keys on the way out.

  They arrive at the pumpkin patch and it’s only a little busy.

“Well heya there,” Phil greets upon seeing Y/N and Bucky.

“Morning’ Phil,” Bucky smiles.

“Hi Dottie,” Y/N says to Phil’s wife who just nods at her with a sickly sweet smile.

“Just getting’ some last-minute gourds for decoratin’! Gotta keep the kiddos busy,” Phil says waving away.

“See you again!” They say their goodbyes and Y/N turns to Bucky.

“I had no idea they had a kid,” she whispers.

Bucky shrugs. “Neither did I. Never saw one in all the time we we’ve been neighbours.” Not that that was very long, Bucky thinks to himself.

Y/N shrugs nonchalantly and reaches for his left hand. “Come on, let’s look around!” They pick up a basket and wander the patch.

Bucky smiles as he watches Y/N, the sun hits her just right and it looks like she’s glowing, her beauty amplified. She carefully considers each pumpkin, what designs would look best on them, which can be made into a pumpkin pie or should just be left alone. She was always good at profiling. That’s what made her one of the best SHIELD assets.

“I like this one but he needs a family. I was thinking these two…” she presents him with a medium sized pumpkin then points to a giant one and then a tiny one.

“A little pumpkin family,” Bucky laughs. He carries the giant one and drops it into the basket.

“Careful! My baby.”

“Yeah it’s the size of a baby, alright,” Bucky huffs then puts the medium pumpkin on top too.

“I’ll hold the tiny baby.”

He chuckles and reaches for her empty hand, squeezing affectionately.

After they’ve paid for their pumpkins they load them into the car and go into the café nearly.

“I’ll have a chai latte with a cheese toastie and snickerdoodles,” Y/N smiles at the waitress.

“And I’ll go for an Americano and almond croissant, please.”

“I’ll have those over soon,” she smiles then walks away rigidly. Strange.

Bucky looks over at the bar and sees the barista just standing… staring at the machine.

“I’m glad it’s not too busy, here,” he says to Y/N, breaking himself out of his thoughts. There’s no harm in this, he says to himself.

“Oh I know! We’re so lucky!” she reaches for his hand and he rubs small circles on her’s with his thumb. “We’re always so lucky. I’m happy you’re here, Bucky.”

He considers for a moment. Is this Y/N or Wanda speaking through Y/N? “So am I.”

They receive their orders and dig in, sharing food and drinks between each other. “You always order something then end up takin’ more of mine!”

“Well I can’t help it, you’ve got great taste,” he flirts, giving her a wink.

“Of course, I do. So do you. Sometimes…” she teases.

“Wh- sometimes?!” he gasps dramatically. “I am offended.”

“You heard me, soldier.”

He stops laughing for a split second, almost doing a double take as he is caught off guard from what she called him. But he recovers quickly. He has to.

“So do you think we’ve got enough candy for the trick or treaters?”

“Definitely, maybe too much. But then I’m not complaining, more for us.”

“You really are my soulmate,” he chuckles. They finish eating and Bucky drives them back home.

They go inside and Y/N sets up the tools for pumpkin carving.

“I wanna do a cat!” Bucky says excitedly.

“I have carving tools, pens and paint!”

Bucky carves on the small pumpkin and Y/N starts on the giant one. She hasn’t revealed what she would be carving on to it, yet. Must be a surprise, Bucky thinks.

“Done,” Bucky states. “I’m calling her… Alpine.”

Y/N walks around the table to see. “Awww so cute! I’m done too!”

She turns the pumpkin to face them both. Bucky gasps quietly as air involuntary enters his lungs. She carved Thanos.

“It’s some monster, I dunno I just thought him up in my head,” she shrugs.

“It’s uh… it’s great honey.” He turns to the last pumpkin to distract himself. “What should we do for this one?

“I was thinking headstones! And a ghost?”

“Yeah, yeah sounds great,” he nods.

They lay out the pumpkins on their porch and Bucky helps to decorate the lawn with statues and fake cobwebs.

“Wanda!” Y/N calls, waving her hand to the redhead who’s carrying the basket Y/N had Bucky take over yesterday.

“Hey! Ooh! I love your costumes and I see you went all out decorating!” Wanda exclaims as she sees her best friend’s lawn as Y/N lugs the giant pumpkin towards the stone wall.

“Doll, now you’re just showing off,” Bucky comments.

“Of course. I don’t need a big strong man like you to do things for me.”

“I… love it,” Wanda says, noting the villain carved on it. “I just wanted to return the basket, those cookies were delicious!” Wanda laughs, mood lifted again. “Do you wanna come over for a drink? There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Sure thing, Wanda! We’ll come right over!” Wanda hands Y/N the basket and the two put it inside.

They knock on Wanda’s door and wait. A man with silver hair answers almost immediately.

“You must be the neighbours,” he says simply and speeds literally speeds to back to the couch.

“Aunt Y/N! Bucky!” Two excited voices call out and there is an avalanche of hugs coming from very hyper ten year olds.

“Hey!”

“Hey kiddos!” Bucky smiles messing up their hair affectionately.

“Cool costumes! Are you Cat-Woman?” Billy asks.

Y/N frowns, “no I’m an international… super spy!” She holds her fingers like guns and poses. “And Bucky’s a super…”

“Soldier!” The twins finished off.

“Somebody better be bleeding, broken or on fire!” Wanda comes down the stairs in a red leotard, cape and pink tights.

“You look awesome!”

“Whoa, Mom. Are you old Red Riding Hood?” Billy asks.

The grey haired man… grey haired? It’s Pietro, Y/N realises.

“I’m a Sokovian fortune teller,” Wanda says.

“Wow that is so…” Pietro starts.

“Cool!” Tommy exclaims.

“Lame!”

“Lame!”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “Y/N, Bucky this is Pietro my brother. Pietro, my best friend Y/N and her wonderful husband, Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N smiles.

“How ya doing,” Bucky greets.

Vision descends the stairs, sighing wearily in a very interesting getup.

“Sweet costume bro-ham-in-law,” Pietro says teasing him. “Let me guess…traffic light? Half-shucked corn? Oh! A booger!”

“Yes,” Vision replies fed up.

“I like it,” Y/N offers.

“Thank you for humouring and wearing this ridiculous outfit, honey,” Wanda says.

“Well there were no other clothes in my closet so…”

Y/N notes the underlying harshness in his tone and looks at Bucky but while normally reciprocates the look he only stares at the couple. She frowns.

“You are incorrigible, darling.” Vision’s tone switches up. “I know you have a secret thing for Mexican wrestlers!”

“Mi gusta mucho,” Wanda chuckles.

“Chilli con carne!”

“Come watch us play, Y/N!” Billy pulls her towards the couch and she pulls Bucky with her who laughs.

They sit down and start yelling at the avatars in the video game.

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just… like, different,” Billy tells Y/N quietly.

Pietro gets up to try and smooth things over and it seems to work.

“There you go. Problem solved. You have a spooky time tonight, kids.”

They say their goodbyes but there’s still some tension as Vision leaves.

“I’m sure they’re alright, Billy.”

“Yeah, sometimes… sometimes parents aren’t on the same page. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t love each other. It’s gonna be okay,” Bucky assures.

“Do you two fight?” he asks innocently.

“Um,” they both look at each other but Y/N can’t recall a time that they did.”

“One time, it was really bad. I… wasn’t there but there was a decision that Aunt Y/N made and… well, if I was there I would have done everything and anything to stop her. It wasn’t a fight but it was a time where we wouldn’t have agreed. But we’re okay, now,” Bucky says squeezing her hand.

“See when two people really love each other, like your mom and dad do, they find a way to figure it out,” Y/N smiles. 

Billy nods, reassured. “You guys are the best.”

“So… who’s ready for some trick or treating?!” Pietro yells.

That distracts Billy as both twins whoop and run out the door.

“Wanna watch some horror movies after the boys are tuckered out from trick or treating?” Wanda offers the couple.

“Sure thing! We’ll catch up with you later, Wanda. We’ll hand out our candy to the kids and then meet you at the Town Square Scare.” They both get up and they all walk through the door.

“See ya later! And I have to say again, superspy looks good on you,” Wanda winks.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t let me save even just one bag!” Bucky exclaims as the two leave their home once all the sweets were taken.

“I’m sorry, I thought those were reserved for children,” Y/N replies, sarcastically.

“I’m young at heart.”

“You’re an old man.”

They walk hand in hand towards Town Square, only 15 minutes away. The neighbourhood is still bust with kids collecting as much candy as they can.

“So what do you think about Pietro?” Bucky asks.

Y/N shrugs. “I dunno… he looks kinda different to me. Maybe it’s the time that’s gone by. I just know that Wanda and he were super close growing up. Then he… went away.”

Bucky nods, taking it in. The man claiming to be Wanda’s brother seemed off in some way to him and the fact that even Y/N thought so meant something. Maybe… Wanda’s not the one to blame for the shifty things that happen here.

“Ya know, I don’t know how anyone wears these skin-tight leather suits. Imagine a Kevlar, fiberglass blend for actual bullet proofing.”

���Oh, yeah. I’m sure Kevlar is very comfortable,” he says attempting to sound sarcastic in a way that he doesn’t know the experience even though he very much does.

“Hey guys!” Wanda smiles.

“Hey you! How much candy did you guys get!” Bucky asks Tommy and Billy.

“I got more than Billy! And look!” Tommy zooms around the Town Square and stops in front of everyone proudly.

Bucky and Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Wow gee Tommy, you’ve got powers!” Y/N claps.

“So no one else noticed that?” Bucky asks, Y/N playfully slaps his shoulder.

“How exciting!”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to control them now!” Wanda laughs.

Y/N and the twins play around, exploring all the Halloween themed activities and Bucky stays back.

“You’ve done a good job here,” Bucky states to Wanda who sits on a hay bale as Pietro decided to run around with the kids.

“You think?”

“Yeah, the kids are having fun. Y/N… she’s having fun.”

“She always loved Halloween…” Wanda reminisces. “You don’t think it’s wrong anymore?”

“No, I… it’s wrong but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel right. It feels right to be with her again. To talk to her, wake up to her in the mornings again. I’m sorry I snapped at you for this. You were right. We’ve both lost everyone. Since Steve decided to… I don’t know I’ve just felt alone. I always thought I’d have him but I don’t… hate him for leaving. He deserves his own happiness.”

“So do you, Bucky. So do we. After everything we’ve been through and everything that’s been taken from us. We deserve this one good thing.”

Bucky nods. “But these people… Wanda, they’ve done nothing. And now they’re just puppets in our fantasies.”

“I’ve thought about that but,” she sighs, clearly exhausted. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“I understand.”

Y/N notices Billy stops laughing and having fun. Instead he just stares up. He stops Tommy speeding.

“What is it, Billy?” Y/N asks, frowning at the sudden change in his manner.

“Mom!” he shouts and run towards Wanda. “Mom!”

Y/N and Tommy run after him.

“What wrong, Billy?”

He pants, stressed. “I hear dad in my head. He’s in trouble.”

Bucky and Y/N share a worried look and Pietro speeds toward the family.

“I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”

Wanda bends over to be at eye level with Billy as she holds his hands. “Where is he? Where’s your dad?”

“Hey,” Pietro interrupts. “Don’t sweat it, sis. It’s not like your dead husband can die twice.”

Wanda angrily throws Pietro into a stack of hay bales having enough of his jabs.

Dead? Y/N picks up. She looks at Bucky who gulps, not meeting her eyes.

Wanda turns back to Billy. “Billy, I need you to focus.”

Shuddering, he closes his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t tell. I see these… soldiers. They think he’s dying.”

Wanda stretches her hands and her red powers burst from them.

All Y/N remembers is Bucky reaching for her hand and everyone around them slowing to a stop as red energy envelopes them.

I know there are no pumpkin patches in Westview butttt it was a cute date idea 😂 while still incorporating the creepiness we saw in the episode when Vision went to the outskirts of town 👻

Chapter 6

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[weirdlyokaywithit]

Kiss the Girl pt 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smutty thoughts, Disney princesses, swearing, smart ass remarks

This is the second part of @valkyriesryde’s writing challenge, this is late but better late than never. 

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You woke with a start, a scream tearing out of your throat and tears pouring down your face. Hands fisted in sheets, you were absolutely drenched in sweat and your chest was heaving.

“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real,” you whispered to yourself. 

Your clock glared 3:42AM in neon green letters, you knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep. After a few deep breaths to steady your breathing and heart rate, you swung your legs out and got up from your bed. You decided to go ahead and start your day, the gym would likely be empty since it was the middle of night. 

After pulling on workout clothes, you took the elevator down to the gym and upon entry JARVIS greeted you and asked if you would like your usual workout playlist. After Kevin Gates started blaring through the speakers, you took a shot of pre-workout and started your warm-up. You were already pouring sweat when the doors to the elevator opened and revealed a tired Bucky Barnes, you called for JARVIS to pause the music. When the music stopped, you sat on one of the benches and Bucky shuffled over to sit next to you. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly. 

“Just another nightmare,” you replied, wiping sweat from your brow and swigging out of a water bottle. 

“Can I workout with you?” Bucky asked. 

“You know you don’t have to ask me that, I told you when you got here that you could workout with me any time you want,” you replied, giving him a nudge with your elbow. 

“I’ve seen your workouts, you trying to torture yourself?” Bucky joked.

He wasn’t wrong necessarily, your workouts were designed to push your body so that your mind would stop. You stood up and laughed, you walked over to the free weights section and set up for an intense leg day now that Bucky was joining you. You both got to work on lifting and the silence didn’t bother you like you thought it would, the grunts and semi-laboured breathing. 

“I can’t go back to sleep, after they happen,” you said, softly. 

Bucky’s ocean eyes found mine, he sucked in a deep breath and pushed through the rest of his set before the bar hit the floor. 

“I can’t either, they just start all over again,” Bucky replied, he wiped sweat from his forehead with his forearm. 

You nodded, “Do you think we’ll ever not have them?” 

Bucky’s face softened at the sound of your words, you could see that he was just as tired of plaguing nightmares as you were. He strode the few feet over to stand in front of you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into the contact. 

“I gave up hope a long time ago, I hope that you don’t have them forever,” his words were low and they wrapped around you warmly. 

Tears welled in your eyes and he pulled you into his arms, his large hand softly stroking your hair as he shushed you. You wound your arms tightly around his waist and held on like he was your lifeline as you silently cried into his chest. He crooned your name in your ear, and swayed with you softly back and forth. Your tears slowly stopped and you just let him hold you like that, it was so intimate and it felt… right being that close to him. You forced yourself to pull away from his arms and wipe your face off.

“Wanna spar now?” You asked, avoiding his eyes. 

The two of you sparred for hours, until Steve eventually came down looking for you two, you were both a mess, gasping for air and disheveled. Bucky would spar with you until you couldn’t take anymore, that was why you two always worked well on missions together. Steve made you and Bucky hit the shower and then show up on time for breakfast, insisting that Tony was gonna have your heads if you weren’t on time. 

After breakfast you decided you needed some downtime and so you ended up in the media room binging Criminal Minds. You were a good six episodes in when JARVIS greeted Bucky as he walked in, your head popped up over the back of the couch and saw him leaning against the doorway. You immediately paused the episode and motioned for him to come sit with you. 

“You can come watch with me if you want, it’s a little dark but the character development is honestly worth getting through some of the freaky parts,” you said as Bucky plopped down next to you. Bucky motioned for you to hit play and he snorted as soon as he saw Reid, and glanced over at you with a small smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, now I see what you were talking about, Y/N, you’re really here for the character development,” He snarked.

“Hey, now, you may think Spence is a dork but that man has three PHDs, and he could throw me around any day,” you joked. 

Bucky snorted and shoved you, “Hey now! I don’t have three PHDs and I throw you around almost everyday.” 

You burst into laughter at that and Bucky couldn’t help but join in after you started wheezing and tears came leaking out. It was JARVIS announcing Sam and Steve behind you that had yours and Bucky’s laughter coming to a halt, they were both holding giant bowls and Steve had a hold of one of Tony’s fedoras. 

“Lady and gentlemen, it is now time for our next movie showing. Bucky you need to draw so we can get this show on the road,” Sam said jovially. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and stuck his hand behind him, Steve moved so his hand was in the hat and Bucky dramatically drew the piece of paper out. He opened it and announced that we would now be watching Beauty and the Beast, you grinned because you knew Bucky would like some parts of this film. Even you could admit that Beauty and the Beast was pretty good, it had funny moments and wholesome ones. 

“YES! Now, tin man, you just need to prepare to be wowed by the GREATEST princess movie of all time!” Sam crowed and plopped on the other couch.

“Yeah, yeah, bird brain, pipe down over there and let the movie speak for itself,” you reminded Sam.

Steve chuckled, “JARVIS, please start Beauty and the Beast.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” JARVIS responded and the Disney music started. 

Bucky scooched closer to you and eventually his shoulder was touching your own, the contact sent the usual butterflies into a frenzy and goosebumps started down your back. You watched as the beautiful Belle sang her way through the village and tried to ignore the nagging voice in your head that was telling you to lay your head on Bucky’s broad shoulder. After continuing to watch absentmindedly, a large warm hand landed on your thigh just above your knee. Your eyes snapped to Bucky’s hand currently on your leg, thumb softly rubbing circles just above your knee sending electric pulses straight to your core. You peered over at him through your lashes, his eyes were locked on the screen but his lips were pulled into a soft smirk. 

God, his lips, they were so damn distracting, he was so damn distracting. All you could think about were his lips kissing their way down your neck, breasts, and stomach to the one place you needed them most. You wanted to tangle your fingers through his chestnut locks and ride his tongue like your life depended on it. You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs and you bit your lip as you prayed that he would never stop rubbing his thumb in those delicious circles on your skin. 

You snapped your attention back to reality when Bucky leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Okay, Sam might have you on this one, doll. I mean seriously, the teacup, c’mon?” 

“Oh chill out, you haven’t even started to witness greatness yet,” you whispered back.

Bucky chuckled softly and his warm breath lingered for just a second and you relished having his mouth so close to you, relished the feeling of Bucky Barnes whispering in your ear. You smiled softly at the man next to you and he returned it with a cheeky grin, his hand giving your thigh a tiny squeeze. You trained your eyes on the screen in front of you and forced yourself to watch the rest of the movie wtih wild thoughts about Bucky running through your mind. Before you knew it, Tale as Old as Time started pouring through the speaker and you took a deep breath. 

As soon as the credits started rolling, Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh before it left your leg and he looked over at you with a goofy grin on his face. The sight of his smile made your heart skip a beat or maybe stutter, you couldn’t decide which but your heart was going haywire. The lights flicked on overhead and you stretched your arms over your head before getting up, Sam was serenading the room with his rendition of Be Our Guest. You and Bucky shared a look before both snickering at your friend, Steve was by the door shaking his head. 

“So, tin man, what did you think of my pick? It was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Sam goaded, giving Bucky a small shove. 

“Birdman, there was a talking candlelabra,” Bucky snorted, and you grinnned. 

“Oh, don’t you talk about my man, Lumiere liike that!” Sam exclaimed. 

Steve laughed heartily as you mocked Sam behind his back, he spun around and you quickly dropped all expression from your face but it was too late he definitely saw you. Sam scooped you up around your knees and tackled you into the couch, you cried out in surprise and before you knew it Sam was ripped off of you and Bucky was standing worriedly close. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, seriously it was more of a shocked sound than anything,” you reassured him and took the hand he offered to help you up. 

“But, I am starving so can we get food?” You asked with a playful smile.

Bucky grinned and motioned for you to lead the way so you did, heading up to the shared level. While everyone was in the elevator, you bickered about what to eat and none of you could agree so you decided to just do your own thing. 

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Part Three will be up soon! Comment and leave me some feedback :)

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[jediviolet]

I’m Looking For a Specific Bucky Fic.

I remember reading a Bucky fic a while ago: it was an au where he was a detective. The plot surrounded him losing his partner and the the reader losing their parnter, and being forced to work together. Some major details I remember include the reader being involved with Thor and Natasha in a polygamous relationship, the Black Panther kingdom being a mafia around vibranium, Peter Parker being the guy to feed the the reader leads around the city, Loki bandaging up the reader after a brutal fight, and Natasha being “dead” but not really. So if anyone knows where I can find this fic PLEASE HMU with it!!!

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[yougottalovebuckybarnes]

Not Your Concern (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hello, everyone. Long time no see. :) I can't believe it's been three months since my last update, but I am so glad to be back. I have said this maybe once or twice before, but my life got insanely crazy these past few months, and I found myself in a place where I didn't know if I should keep writing, or if I should just give it up.  My mental health has also become something that I had to care for more closely, so I let myself have a small break before returning to you lovely people. Anyway, all of this to say... one, I'm glad to be writing here again and two, I've chosen to use my journey with depression as the inspiration for this imagine.  If any of you face similar struggles, please remember that you are loved and you are cared for. My messages are always open if you need someone to talk to. It would be impossible to imagine a world without you <3

-Megs <3

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Warnings: Topics surrounding depression may be triggering. The ending kinda sucks

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Nothing mattered anymore.

Each day that my alarm clock went off, alerting me to the start of another day, I simply turned it off and pretended that my obligations didn't matter. My job could wait another day, my professor would probably be willing to accept my homework one day late, and so on. The list never seemed to end, and I comforted myself in the simplicity of the decision not to do anything.

I found one morning myself lost in the warmth of my sheets, staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom, unable to fall into the dark, comforting warmth of sleep.  To be fair, it was already half past noon, and although I longed to go to sleep, my body felt otherwise.

A gentle knock broke the comforting silence of my room, and I glanced in the direction of the door, unwilling to stand to go open the door.  There were a few moments of silence before I heard the second knock.

"Y/N?"  I resisted the urge to pull the covers above my head at the sound of Steve's voice. This was the third time he had to come to check in on me, and frankly, I wasn't interested in engaging in conversation. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." My answer was short and clipped, hopefully a warning sign to him that I wasn't interested in talking.

But unfortunately, for some reason that translated as a sign to enter my room, pushing the door open and turning on the lights.  At this point, I yanked the sheets above my head, my slight annoyance bubbling much closer to pure anger.  "Steve! Turn the goddamn light off!"

His footsteps grew closer to my bed, and I felt the bed dip next to where I was laying. A hand gently pulled the sheet down, and I was forced to look at my best friend's face. His eyes were sad,  his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Why are you still in bed this late?"

"I don't know why this is of any concern of yours." I snapped, letting my gaze fall to the floor, not eager to continue such a conversation with him.

"You're one of my closest friends... and my other best friend's girlfriend, who made me promise to take care of you while he was gone.  This feels like a concern of mine, indeed." Steve pointed out, and I couldn't help the tears building up in my eyes at the mention of my partner.

Bucky had left for a mission God knows where. He had reassured me that he'd only be gone for a month at the longest, and promised to return to me as soon as he could.  But that had been over two months ago.

Bucky was the only one who knew about my depression. In fact, he was the one that pushed me to try anti-depressants and constantly motivated me to keep moving.  His presence in my life was one of the few things that I had grown to love, and the moment it was stripped from me, it felt that the world had come crashing down on me hard.

"I'm fine, Steve."

"You don't seem fine to me." a large hand rested on top of mine, and I finally managed to build the courage to look at him again. "This isn't normal behavior, Y/N. You've been hiding in this room practically the entire time that Bucky has been gone, and have spoken ten sentences, at most. I'm really worried about you."

"There are other things to worry about than someone like me. I'm not your concern."  I scoffed, meaning to sound playful, but the lump that had slowly began to grow caught in my throat, the tears threatening to burst at any moment.

"Don't say that." Steve shook his head. "Don't sell yourself short like that. You mean the world to us... to me."

I couldn't find any more words, so I simply shrugged my shoulders.  For some reason, it felt harder to accept his words as true than to let go of this sadness that had resided in me for years, seeming to peak after I had lost the love of my life.

"I mean it."

"I'm sure you do, Steve." I gave him a sad smile, before picking up the picture frame on my nightstand, gazing down at the picture of Bucky inside it. "But I can't imagine any of you befriending me if it weren't for him."

Steve's gaze flicked to the picture before letting out a gentle sigh. "I promise you, Y/N, that isn't true."

"Maybe..."  I shrugged once more. "But a lot of promises have been made to me that haven't been kept... the most significant one being from Bucky."

"He's going to come back."

"How do you know that?" I let out a half hearted laugh, the tears that I had so desperately tried to hold back finally being released, falling down my cheeks. "No one knows where he fucking is. "

"Sometimes you just have to have faith, Y/N." Steve's voice started to waiver, and I closed my eyes, dispising even the idea of making him cry. But my faith was beginning to wear out, and I did not know how much longer I would be able to hold myself together.  

We both sat in silence for a few moments before I felt a pair of lips brush against my forehead. I opened my eyes to gaze wearily at Steve, his eyes red and soft.

"Please don't give up." Steve almost begged, his voice beginning to crack. "We need you."

My chest began to ache, as more tears began to fall down my face and my wall inside beginning to break. "I won't. I promise."

---

For the next few weeks,  I was able to fall asleep much easier than I had for the past number of months.  The words spoken to Steve had lightened some of the pressure on my heart. Although it was still broken from Bucky's disappearance, it was slowly beginning to fix itself once more.

I woke one morning to the sound of a knock on my door.  I let out a small sigh, assuming it was Steve, but managed to pull myself from the warm cocoon of blankets and made my way to the door.  I pulled open the door and was unprepared for what stood in front of me.

A rather worn-out-looking Bucky Barnes stood in front of me, his eyes weary but his lips pulled in a smile. "Hi."

Tears immediately began to fall, and I rushed forward to embrace him.  He let out a small grunt as he caught me in his arms, but he let out a small chuckle before kissing the top of my head. "It's good to see you too, doll."

I pulled away a few inches to look up at him, trying to hide my tears from his view. His hand cupped my face, and his thumb gently brushed away the few that managed to escape. "I always keep my promises, Y/N."

"Did you talk to Steve?"  I asked, feeling a small surge of guilt at the reminder of what I had said to Steve weeks previously.

"Yeah. He told me that you weren't doing well." Bucky's eyes immediately grew sad. "And that you thought I wasn't going to come back to you."

It was silent for a moment, as I tried my hardest not to cry even more in front of my boyfriend. "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"You have nothing to be sorry for, sweet girl. " Bucky shushed me gently, before leaning down to brush his lips against my forehead. "I'm just glad to be home with you now."

"Me too." I smiled, the first genuine sign of happiness that I had experienced for quite a while.  My gaze flickered to his lips momentarily, before I leaned in and kissed him gently, for the first time in what felt like ages.

My super soldier had finally returned to me, and for that, I would be forever grateful.

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Remain the Same

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: April 12th, 2021

Posted: April 12th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2,262

Summary: You couldn't remember why you and Bucky harbored hate for one another. With a little push from Sam, the tension reaches an all-time high. Will things evolve or remain the same?

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Opening the door of your apartment, you let out a surprised gasp as you gazed between the Two men standing in front of you. Your mind began whirling with assumed ideas as to why they were there. Raising an eyebrow at them, you groaned already figuring what they needed.

"There's no way I'm working with him." You spat, allowing him and Bucky entrance into your apartment.

Standing in your living room, you crossed your arms along your chest as you glared at Bucky.

"He's in therapy now-" Sam started.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "And that suddenly makes him a saint?" Your face contorted as anger began bubbling to the surface.

"Look, you know we wouldn't be here unless we desperately needed your help." Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh," You huffed, nodding your head in understanding. "So I was your last resort. Cool, Cool, Cool."

Sam let out a groan as he opened his eyes again, sending you a pointed glare. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Right." You drew out your word not fully believing him. "So why are you and Cyborg here?"

Bucky let out a quiet growl at your dig at him.

Shaking your head you scoffed as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Would you Two stop," Sam spoke, holding his hands out taking a few steps so that he was standing in between you. He sent Bucky a glare before turning to face you allowing him to give you the same expression.

"This is bigger than...Then whatever you Two are always fighting about." He spoke, his voice turning stern. "Look, we're here because we need to find Zemo."

Your jaw fell slightly, as you furrowed your eyebrows together. Your mind racing a million miles a minute, as you attempted to justify their need to find him.

"I'm sorry...Am I missing something?" You questioned allowing your arms to drop from their defensive position. "You're looking for the guy that we fought...The guy that triggered Bucky and-"

"I know how this sounds," Sam spoke his voice softer than when he last spoke. "But there's a bigger threat now."

Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let out a defeated sigh. Nodding your head, you returned your gaze to Sam's face. "Alright...I'm in."

Bucky let out a groan as his shoulders dropped.

Frowning at his reaction, you furrowed your eyebrows together. A ping of sadness washed over you.

--

Once you had located Zemo, the three of you had made your way to his destination.

The ride there was filled with bickering coming from Sam and Bucky. Sitting in the backseat, you had become unusually quiet.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Y/N?" Sam questioned, sending you a quick glance in the rearview mirror.

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing." You spoke, cringing at your uneasiness.

"If you say so." Sam hummed.

Sighing, you turned to gaze out of the window, your mind became cloudy with the memory of Zemo triggering Bucky years ago. Shifting in your seat, you were overwhelmed with a sense of uneasiness.

As your attention was cast out of the window, you were unaware of the concern glance Bucky sent your way. Returning his attention back to the front, Sam caught his attention. Sam raised his eyebrows at him in question before sending him a smirk, making sure to let him know he was caught in the act.

"Alright, kids." Sam's sudden voice caused you to jump. "We're almost at the motel for the night."

---

When Sam pulled into the motel parking lot, you were the first out of the car. Letting out a quiet groan, you stretched your arms above your head.

Sam was the first to grab his bag before he made his way to the lobby. Reaching for yours, your hand brushed against Buckys. Inhaling a sharp breath you quickly yanked your hand away as if you had been scorched by something hot.

Without saying a word, you were fast to turn on your heel rushing towards the lobby. As Sam came out, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Here's your shared room. They only had rooms with one bed available."

Your eyes widened at him. "Wait-"

"I've been with Bucky long enough, I'm not sharing a bed with him too," Sam spoke. He made a subtle glance at Bucky sending him a quick wink before returning his attention back to you.

"Whatever." You grumbled, snatching the key from Sam's hand as you made your way towards the room.

--

Tossing your bag down, you gathered your pajamas, before rushing into the bathroom in an attempt to avoid any small talk with Bucky.

Once you were changed into your nighttime clothes, you fidgeted with your bag before making yourself comfortable on the bed as Bucky glided into the bathroom.

Sighing, you fell back on the side you had claimed. Your mind clouded with thoughts of feelings. The moment Sam had stated you were going to share a bed with Bucky, your breath had hitched in your throat while your hands became clammy. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach brought you back down from your thoughts.

Crawling into bed, you pulled the blanket up under your chin as you were laying comfortably on your side. Closing your eyes, you hoped it would save you from any possible arguments or conversations.

However, when you heard the bathroom door open, the butterflies in your stomach returned. As Bucky climbed in, you attempted to ignore the fluttering feeling. Shivering slightly, you tried to wrap the blankets tighter around your form.

Without uttering a word, Bucky tossed around in bed before he mirrored your position. The heat that radiated off of him, was enough to alert you of his close proximity, the heaviness washing over you.

Reaching behind you, your hand gently grasped Bucky's wrist making sure to give him a light tug as you wrapped his arm around your waist. You heard his breath hitch before he was pressed firmly behind you. His chest was snug against your back, while his leg softly nudged its way between yours.

Nuzzling your pillow, you couldn't help but let out a content sigh. The butterflies became harder to ignore as you were wrapped in his arms. Bucky's free arm moved some of your hair away from your neck exposing it before splaying beneath your pillows allowing you to rest your head upon it.

His breath hit the back of your neck before his nose gently traced the back of your neck. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention while your senses were in overdrive. Your back arched slightly as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Bucky's arm tightened around your waist in the process. He gently pressed his lips to the back of your neck while being cautious as to not cross a line.

Turning your upper half in his arms, you laced your hand in his hair tugging him down towards you. His lips brushed yours before finally taking your lips between his.

Bolting upright, your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, while a thin sheet of sweat covered your skin. A ball of sweat rolled down your chest.

Bucky was quick to join you. "Are you okay?" His raspy voice laced with concern, as he studied your features.

You hummed in response, as your eyes were trained on the crown molding of the room.

Bucky's warm fingers gently grasped your chin, angeling your head to face him. "Are you sure?"

Gazing at him, you mapped the features that were etched along his face. His ocean eyes pouring into yours.

"I..." The words lost in your mouth. With his metal hand resting on the bed, his chest was angled towards yours. The close proximity almost allowing them to touch. Your breath hitching as the realization dawned on you, as you were taken by surprise that Bucky was concerned.

Without a word, Bucky laid on his back gazing at you as made himself comfortable before opening his arms in a welcoming manner.

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, your jaw fell slack. "A-Are you sure?" You whispered, your eyes widening at his actions.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky sent you a toothy smile. "Just... Come here, before I change my mind." His eyes carried a playful glint in them.

Placing your ear upon his chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of Buckys hands landed in your hair beginning to scratch your scalp. The other, landed behind your knee gently pulling it over his hips wrapping you in each other.

His warmth calming you almost immediately. Your eyelids grew heavy as you allowed sleep to overwhelm you just as Bucky pressed a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head.

---

Once you were back on the road in search of Zemo, things had seemed to change between you and Bucky. The arguments between you had changed to flirtatious remarks.

When you arrived at the prison that held Zemo, you felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

Standing next to Sam you frowned slightly. Before you knew it, Sam and Redwing were checking the perimeter leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Bucky.." You whispered as your eyebrows furrowed together.

"Hey, what is it?" He questioned his features dancing with concern as he stood before you.

"I...Be careful..."

Smirking, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Who else is going to annoy me if you're back to being-"

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine." Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, he leaned forward placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Besides, I had a pretty girl to come back to."

Heat rose in your cheeks, as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

---

When Zemo joined your small group, Bucky had returned to his previous persona before that night.

Sighing, you couldn't bring yourself to rebuttal anything he shot at you. It had been insult after insult. In his mind, he was protecting you, he felt the more he pushed you away the safer you would be.

As you were getting dolled up for the mission, you noticed the subtle glances Bucky sent your way. On the one time you caught him, he was quick to avert his gaze while clenching his jaw.

"Don't you look beautiful," Zemo spoke from behind you.

Whirling on your heel, you scrunched up your face as you gazed at him. "Thanks."

As Zemo was ready to respond, his mouth opened but Bucky's voice came out.

"I think Sam wanted to talk to you," Bucky spoke, standing beside him. Clearing his throat as a rosy color danced along his cheeks.

Nodding your head, you went to find him.

Turning to face Zemo, Bucky let out a growl. "Leave her alone."

Zemo tutted, as he sent him a toothy grin. "Has the Winter Soldier gone soft?"

Grabbing him by the front collar of his shirt, Bucky yanked him forward as rage danced in his eyes. "I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore."

"But-"

"And as for Y/N," Bucky glanced around in an attempt to make sure you hadn't heard the altercation between them. "She's mine."

Grinning in a taunting manner at Bucky, Zemo chuckled softly. "You have a funny way of showing it."

---

"Winter Soldier," Zemo spoke as he stood before Bucky at the bar. A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Attack."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you and Sam stood watching Bucky. Sadness washed over you, as you saw a flash of pain wash over Bucky's features. As you watched Bucky go through the motions you frowned.

After the mission was successful, you hadn't missed the concern oozing off of Bucky. You hadn't looked at him since the beginning of it. You couldn't help but feel as if your heart broke.

"I..I need some air." You spoke breaking away from the group without waiting for any response.

The bitter evening air whirled around you. Crossing your arms along your chest you made your way towards the nearest ally allowing yourself to lean against the wall. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the bricks.

"You shouldn't be out here alone."

Without opening your eyes, you knew Bucky was standing before you.

"I'm not alone, you're here."

A silence fell between you. Frowning, you opened your eyes as you gazed into his ocean eyes.

"I.." His voice trailed off as sorrow washed over his features.

"Was it all a joke to you?" Your voice breaking at the end. Your composure was quickly crumbling as tears welled in your eyes.

"No. No, it wasn't-"

"So what?" You questioned feeling yourself becoming defensive. "You want to give me a glimpse behind the walls again before you shut me out without a second thought?"

Bucky flinched at your words, as they came out much more harsh than you intended. "No-"

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. Tears began to cascade down your cheeks. Kicking off the wall, you didn't want to partake in the conversation anymore. As you began walking away from Bucky, you felt his calloused hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from retreating from him. Whirling you around, you collided with his firm chest.

Releasing your wrist, he placed his hands along your jaw before placing his lips upon yours. His lips were softer than you expected while a salty flavor invaded your mouth.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours as your breath mingled together. "You're not going anywhere."

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I understand...(Part 15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Words: 1993

Summary: You’re the daughter of Tony Stark, and after meeting the Avengers for the first time, you begin to fall for the one who your father despises most…Bucky Barnes.

Warning: FLUFFY AF, pregnancy, mentions of SMUT, breeding kink (cause it’s Bucky fucking Barnes), change of perspectives (from reader to Bucky)

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Weeks after Bucky’s brutal encounter with Tony had passed, your normal routine of preparations for the baby’s arrival resumed. You both had been busy with the baby registry, having to purchase the essentials needed for your little one, such as the pram, the cradle, a nappy-changing table, and even a breast pump, which to your amusement Bucky initially assumed was some sort of a toy.

“Y/n what the hell’s this?” Bucky quizzically exclaimed, as he picked up a sample of the breast pump from the shelf, placing the funnel end near his face as he curiously examined this never-before seen invention.

Having burst out of laughter, he immediately distanced the pump away from his face, snapping his attention towards you, aware that his actions were most inappropriate. Lately, your hormones were greatly affecting your mood: one second you’d resent Bucky and not want him near your personal space, the next you’d become submissive towards him...Wanting every inch of his thick manhood inside of you, pleasing your sensitive needs.

“Bucky that isn’t a toy...That’s a breast pump, sweetie, for breastfeeding!-” you attempt to speak, in the midst of laughing uncontrollably. “-Which we need, though” you finally exclaim, having composed yourself hastily, as other couples passing by had strangely glared at the two of you laughing beside one another.

Bucky finally understanding the comedy behind his action, simply chuckled whilst loading a box of the pumping device into the full trolley. Walking beside you as he drove the trolley through the aisles, you’d never felt more relieved and ecstatic that Bucky fulfilled his promise...And that was to be the most supportive, most unrelenting partner. You loved Bucky with all your heart, and he loved you, and you both were already excitedly obsessed with your unborn child, impatient for the baby to arrive already. The due date was still sometime ahead, though your appearance said otherwise. Your belly protruding like never before, you felt as though each day your belly had grown rapidly overnight by a few inches. You felt incredibly insecure. You’d never envisioned yourself like this before, all pregnant and swollen, though it was a beautiful experience: motherhood was divine and you were thankful to know that your child was healthily growing inside, although your conscience still played with your doubts… Your greatest fear was that Bucky wouldn’t look at you the same, that he would find you unattractive and leave you to nurture your child alone. With the sheer yet unforgivable possibility, that both him and Tony could be out of the picture, you couldn’t bear to imagine how much a struggle it might be. 

Though, you always had a plan and you’d always had great faith in yourself. You were an intelligent, independent woman, which Tony had full responsibility in raising you to become: and you were certain that your skills and knowledge would accomodate for your single-mother lifestyle, if it ever was to be...Though as incredible as Bucky was, he had continuously reassured to you that he not once could nor would ever consider the thought of leaving you and the baby to for his past. His conscious wouldn’t let him, considering the guilt he’d been carrying with him for all these years, after commiting some of the most heinous crimes, under the alias as the Winter Soldier… He repeatedly made sure you knew how much, how badly he wanted to establish a family with you, and how much he’d loved you, since the first time he’d set his eyes on you. Bucky always admitted that from the start, he knew he just had to have you. As for your current physical state, he was obsessed with you. To your surprise and relief, Bucky had a major secret that because of you, he’d grown to have a kink for breeding.

“Honestly, ever since we had our first round of sex, baby, I had this fantasy in my head of just seeing you pregnant. Seeing how flawless you looked those nights, I couldn’t help but wonder how much more perfect you’d be, seeing you filled with my seed, of seeing you grow with our child inside of you, and just knowing that everyone’s aware that your growing belly was all because of me...So you being pregnant now, baby, is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I just want to start a family, with the love of my life and that’s just what you are, Y/n... I love you” you’d reminisced the scene of these heartfelt words pouring from Bucky’s luscious lips, as you both lay against each other in bed, his hands gently gliding over your growing belly. It was the one of the most comforting moments and you couldn’t help but feel thankful for Bucky’s enthusiasm.

Focusing back unto the reality of baby-shopping, a small yet genuine smile had grown on your face, and you knew instinctively that everything was accordingly splendid.

***

After shortly arriving home, you’d managed to help Bucky assemble all the necessary equipment needed for your child to have the most possible, yet most adequate lifestyle. The nursery room, that was initially a simple, spare guest room was coming to life, the only thing missing was any sort of decoration that signified whether you two were expecting a girl or a boy. All four walls still remained a simple white shade, though both Bucky and you had thought it be best to spice up the room, make it feel more welcoming, and more entertaining for your little bundle of joy. You both felt that once the room was dolled up, you’d both have closure and gain complete certainty that parenthood was your new-found responsibility. Bucky, especially was still unbelievably overwhelmed by the news that he was going to be a father, no matter how many times you’d reminded him of your growing belly.

Not once in his unfortunate, miserabld life did he ever consider the possibility that he’d have grown a family of his own. He’d convinced himself that the closest he’d ever get to having a family was through Steve: being the greatest, most selfless uncle ever to Steve’s children.

Soon enough, after finishing up with the nursery, you both received a call from Steve, that himself, Sam, Rhodey, Natasha, Bruce, Wanda and Vision would drop by, on their regular visits. They all agreed to the two of you, that they were definite on not wanting to be absent throughout your pregnancy, despite Tony repeatedly disapproving them of leaving him to be, having his business to mind: as be seemed to be mostly preoccupied with the family enterprise. Always, before leaving the tower to visit your humble apartment in Brooklyn, one of them would always ask Tony if he’d like to join, hoping that perhaps a possibility existed where he changed his mind, knowing that he was missing out on his own daughter’s pregnancy.

Yet each time he’d turned down the offer with swears and rage. Each time you’d open the pure white door of your apartment, you’d been greeted with disappointment each time, although growing accustomed, you’d managed, as you were raised to be resilient.

“So, when are you two going to find out the sex of the baby? We’re all putting in bets...I’m counting on it being a her.” Natasha eagerly insisted, interjecting your recurring thoughts.

Both Bucky and you instinctively diverting your attention towards each other and then back towards Natasha, you both had previously discussed this matter before and hesitantly came to a conclusion.

“Well, uh, Y/n and I would love to know the gender beforehand, we would have done it so in the baby shower, but money’s tight and we’re really just trying to save up as much money for the baby after the birth. So we both decided that it would be best if we just spend money only on the essential stuff that we need. I mean Y/n just finished college, and is trying to find a new job elsewhere from Stark enterprise, for after the pregnancy, and my income right now isn’t the best since I’ve been away hardly on missions. It was a hard decision, but it’s the best thing for our child, and that’s our utmost priority.” Bucky sadly exclaimed, with you nodding aside to his words.

“But what about the nursery, you guys have always planned on that. And you guys, c’mon, how do you not want to know? Don’t you want to feel prepared?” Bruce anxiously responded, disheartened by your uneventful plans.

“And what about our bets??!” Sam interfere, agitated with his patience running thin, knowing there was a lengthy wait till the birth.

Becoming rapidly annoyed by their inconsiderate comments, hoping at least they’d be the ones to understand, you furiously stood from your seat, Bucky immediately springing by your side holding your arm, worried that your immediate action caused you to imbalance.

“Sorry to hear that the interests of our child has disrupted your plans of a bet...I would have thought that you’d all be the ones to understand our circumstances. Guess I was wrong about that too, just like I was with Tony, huh?” You infuriatingly respond, diverting your stares from Avenger to Avenger. Soon enough, before Sam or anyone else could apologise, you insisted that you were exhausted for the day, and excused yourself to bed.

After entering the shared room, both Bucky and you had created for yourselves, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for your quick, rageful outburst...Your hormones were really taking a toll on you, though you knew that, that couldn’t have been an excuse for everything. Humiliated by your sudden torrent, you felt that you’d apologise tomorrow, after having time and space to clear your moody mind.

Bucky’s Perspective

“Guys, don’t take it too seriously. She’s been on and off here and there, it’s just the hormones, but more so this whole Tony situation is taking its toll on my poor girl...But she’s right about the bets and all. You’re really going to use our child as an excuse to make some money on the side, huh?” Bucky sincerely had responded, seating himself back down, running his fingers through his hair.

“I tried to stop them, tried to tell them it wasn’t such a good idea but here we are” Wanda admitted, as she smirked towards Sam and Natasha, the two main opponents of the bet.

“Buck, I’ll deal with the bets...But besides the point, I think that it just isn’t right for you guys not to have a baby shower or a gender reveal. It’s something to celebrate about, I can guarantee it would bring some happiness in her life, to at least know something about her child. So guys-” Steve pleaded, averting his attention from Bucky to the rest. “I think we should hold a surprise baby shower/gender reveal for Y/n. We can do it at the tower, I think your apartment’s a little too small for a party-”

“Steve, you know we can’t do that.” Bucky firmly sighed.

“Well Mr Barnes, I believe in my opinion, Captain’s idea is brilliant” Vision had gleefully interjected.

“And what about Tony?” Bucky sternly suggested.

“I’ll deal with Tony, don’t you worry. That place is just as much as home for you two, as it is for Tony, believe that...And if this is a collective decision, there’s no way he’ll interfere with that. I’ll let him know about our plans, and if he wants to stop by then great, if not guess that’s his loss.” Rhodey assured Bucky.

Sighing, knowing that he was completely defeated in this, Bucky nodded in acceptance for the surprise party to commence.

“Thank you guys, seriously. She’s going to love it, I just know it.”

“Well, we’re with you two till the end of the line as it’s always been, Buck” Steve smiled, gripping Bucky’s shoulder, comforting his best friend for old times’ sake.

“What do you think though Bucky? Boy or girl?” Bruce intrigued.

Chuckling to Bruce’s question, before he could respond it was as though Wanda had read his mind.

“We know, we know. All you want is for the baby to be healthy and that you don’t care...But just tell us, honestly, what are you expecting?” Wanda slyly proclaimed. Surprised by Wanda’s sudden, yet accurate response, that he himself was just about to say, he finally gave in. Unable to look at any of the Avengers, staring towards his fumbling hands, carelessly smiling against the pure thought that he was soon going to hold his own child protectively in his  arms...Bucky knew exactly what he wanted.

“A girl...I want my own baby girl.”

A/N - taglist for the series is still very much open xx Any requests also, please feel free to  message :) 

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[savingbuckyb]

Under Construction

Warnings: Modern!Bucky, Shy!Bucky, AU!Bucky, slightly Sub!Bucky, Smut, Language

Summary: You can’t help but notice the guy that fixes your roof.

Author’s Note: some Netflix movie that i don’t know the name of inspired me 😭. (I made the reader slightly rude btw) I’m getting back into the swing of things, enjoy this au fic. Please send feedback :) I’m not too fond of this one.

You woke up to the sound of loud banging, you sighed in aggravation as you burried your head in the pillows, attempting to block out the noise. You let out another groan before reaching for your phone on the dresser and checking the time. 8:45. Shit. You threw yourself out of bed nearly running to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before going to your closet throwing on your most decent outfit. A white blouse, black pencil skirt along with a blazer and heels. You were a fashion editor, you had to at least look presentable. You grabbed your purse and your car keys, rushing outside. You stopped abruptly by your car door catching on to what the loud banging was from earlier this morning, the roofers were here that you specifically told to come next week.

“Hey! Didn’t I tell you idiots not this week?” You raised your voice an octave trying your best to sound the slightest bit of intimidating.

“Well excuse me your highness, we’re booked next week.” The one guy said with the dirty tank top, and incredibly low jeans. You rolled your eyes at the name, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Can you at least keep it down while I’m fucking sleeping?” You now had your hands on your hips, infuriated at how this guy was getting under your skin.

“You should be happy that I woke you up. Looks like you’re gonna be late princess!” He shot you another nickname causing you to roll your eyes once again as his coworkers laughed beside him except one that just stared.

“And what are you looking at helmet head?” You spat at the brunette, hammer in hand, sitting on the panels of your roof. His blue eyes widening and his cheeks reddening before quickly looking away, returning back to the task he was doing. You huffed before walking away with a middle finger, climbing into your car, speeding out of your driveway, beginning your way to work. You sighed to yourself as you sped through the traffic lights and pass the stop signs, not only were you gonna be late to work but you were gonna have to put up with those lazy roofers and their constant loud banging for the rest of the week. You didn’t have the heart nor the patience to hear what your boss had to say when you got there. You were almost always late with the excuse of you living all the way across town. This wasn’t exactly your dream job so you didn’t exactly care if you just happened to get fired, this was just a job for you to make enough money to pay for your comfortably small but yet expensive house and the cute but yet expensive car you were driving. But you know there was no way in hell your boss would ever come up with the gall to fire you, you were the best there was. You pulled up into the parking lot of your job, getting out the car, slamming the door shut before speed walking into your job’s studio. Your boss met eyes with you before he threw his hands up in a surprised, sarcastic way. He strutted over to you, gripping your shoulders in a sorta relieved manner.

“So shocked you could make it in time. You’re lucky, we were just getting started.” He smiled through a thin line and clicked his tongue, dragging you by the hand to the photo shoot that was taking place.

“Nice to see you too.” You tried your best to muster a laugh, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the photographer snap a couple of photos of the scadily clad model in front of you. You raised an eyebrow going over to a clothing rack, sorting through to the different pieces of accessories and outerwear. You knew something was missing from the shoot but you didn’t know what. Maybe a hat, no. Gloves? No. What about a leather jacket? Yes. You walked back over, holding a hand up to the photographer to hold for a moment.

“Put this on.” You handed the jacket over to the model. Before you could place it in her hand she drew her arm back, a look of disgust on her face.

“Is that real leather? I don’t wear animal skin.” The dirty blonde fanned her hand attempting to shoo you away.

“I’m also anti-leather.. It’s faux.” You said through a half smile.

She scoffed, nearly snatching the jacket out of your hand, slinging it on her body, returning her attention back to the photographer.

“You do know that was 100% real leather right?” Your boss whisper yelled and you smiled to yourself with a nod of your head. “I know.” You winked at him, watching as the model did a couple of more poses then it was on to the next one. This went on for a few more hours until the clock striked seven and your boss finally gave you the permission for you to go home. You sighed happily giving him a small wave, making your way quickly to your car before your boss decided to change his mind. You got back on the highway thinking about what you were going to do for the rest of the day since the night was still young. Your boss let you go more earlier than usual, you never really had this much time for yourself. You were hoping that the roofers were gonna be gone by the time you got back but unfortunately you spoke too soon. When you pulled up into your driveway most of them were gone except one. The quiet brunette from earlier was sitting on the porch of your house, a cigarette between his lips, his utility belt still around his waist as if he was taking small break. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you slammed your car door closed, noticing the brunette snap his head towards you before stomping out his cigarette. You walked over to him as he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“Why are you still here?” You stood in front of him, squinting your eyes.

“I-I was just finishing up..” He finally spoke, his voice almost inaudibly low, his gaze still towards the ground.

“Doesn’t look like it. You better get back to work.. Oh and by the way, please don’t smoke in front of my house.” You rolled your eyes once more before nudging his arm with your thigh, pushing pass him causing him to stumble a bit. As soon as you stepped into your house, you kicked your heels off and tossed your blazer on the couch. You wouldn’t exactly described this day as a long but it was definitely tiring. You unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on your blouse and forced your tired feet to your kitchen. You decided to help yourself to a glass of wine, you know just a small reward for all your hard work that you don’t get enough credit for. You pressed the glass to your lips, letting the dark liquid coat your mouth with its rich taste, you were enjoying this time to yourself until you heard a soft knock at your door. You let out an obnoxious sigh, glaring at the door. You were positive that it was the quiet, cigarette smoking brunette and it took everything in you not to tell him to go away. You drug yourself back over to the door, glaring at the knob before swinging it open. He stood there, refusing to look directly into your eyes, and you rolled yours for the third time that night.

“What do you want?” You seethed, waiting for him to give you a reasonable answer on why he knocked on your door.

“C-can I use your bathroom... Please?” He said softly, fiddling with a screw or something in his hands. You squinted at him and stepped aside. He kind of hesistated for a moment before he realized your actions. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but you cut him off before he did.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” You muttered as he just nodded his head. You watched him find his way to your bathroom, his shirt tightly clung to his broad shoulders, and his work jumpsuit was half on. You started to wonder why you were ever rude to him, he came to do his job and fix your roof and all you ever said to him since he’s been here were rude comments. You couldn’t help but notice how shy and introverted he was compared to how broad his shoulders were. You didn’t really get the chance to look at his face but you just happen to catch a glimpse this morning of his soft baby blue eyes before you called him helmet head. You immediately started to feel guilt noticing he had put his hair up in a low bun starting at the nape of his neck. You sighed, silently apologizing to yourself for your bitchy ways. You heard the bathroom door close gently before you saw him appear in the hallway close to your front door. He raised his hand up as a friendly gesture to say thank you as he grabbed the door knob. You wanted the chance to apologize to him before he left. You cleared your throat rather too loudly, watching as he visibly jumped a bit from the objection.

“Wait. Uhm, would you like a drink? You look exhausted..” You offered, knowingly aware he’d probably turn it down, saving himself from the embarrassment. But fortunately all he did was nod his head, shut the door and make his way over to you at your kitchen counter. You let out a breath you were holding as you opened the fridge pulling out a ice cold pitcher of lemonade that you forgot you made the night before. You turned to place the pitcher on the counter just to find him looking at you with a familiar stare. You gave him a small smile before he snatched his gaze away from you. You frowned opening the cabinets, grabbing two glasses.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked setting the glasses down, pouring a drink for you and him.

“Huh?” He shot his head back up, his cheeks painted with a soft shade of pink, splotches of dirt here and there from being outside all day.

“Your name.” You slid him a filled glass, taking a sip from yours.

“Bucky.” He mumbled, taking the cold glass into his hands.

“Bucky? That’s kind of odd.” You repeated, his name rolling off your tongue as if it was foreign object. You started to wonder if it was just a nickname but you didn’t bother to ask. A cast of red invaded his cheeks and he looked down, flustered with the comment about his name. “Bucky, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so rude to you. I was just having a bad morning which made my whole attitude pretty shitty.”

“It’s okay, I-I understand.” From his short answers, you could already tell that Bucky wasn’t much of a man with many words. You smiled at his way of saying he forgives you as he took a long sip from his glass. Your eyes traveled from the small brown strands that managed to escape from the loose bun to the small droplets of sweat that were forming at his temple and trailing over the stubbly, short hairs that blanketed his jawline. Your eyes caught the drops of the sugary drink that happened to escape from his lips. You felt your mouth open slightly wanting to catch every drop that he couldn’t. He was so beautiful. God, you hated him a second ago and now you’re drooling over him. You couldn’t take your eyes away observing how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down the lemonade, you couldn’t help but fantasize how that small part of subtle skin would feel underneath your lips. Your impure thoughts were interrupted by a string of whispered curses and the clash of broken glass hitting the floor. Bucky attempted to wipe away the spilt drink on his shirt and jeans only making the stains worst. You quickly grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, patting over the spot on his jeans, dabbing away at the denim, attempting to at least get them a litte dry for him. A hitch in his breathing made you to come to realize what was happening. You gasp slightly as your hands hovered over the growing bulge that restrained against his jeans.

“I-I’m sorry.” Bucky breathed out, tears welling at the rims of his eyes. You shook your head assuring him that it was okay. You weren’t sure if your second instinct was the right thing to do when you ran your fingers over the protruding bulge, caressing it. His shoulders were tense and his breathing was heavy, you started to wonder if this was his first time being touched like this by a woman. You slowly unzipped his jeans, looking up at him awaiting for permission, he granted it with a silent nod. You had him wrapped around your finger.

“Lift your hips.” You commanded and he complied , watching you pulled down his jeans. You could feel his eyes burrowing a hole into you as you admired his length through his boxers. You pulled his swollen cock out before dropping to your knees in complete awe and adoration. Bucky looked at you as if you were something he saw in a dream, he was so pure. You wrapped your fingers around his base, peppering kisses along his swollen, pink tip. His hips bucked from the small amount of contact, you smirked up at him knowing he’ll probably won’t last long. You gave his tip one last kiss before you took him all into your mouth, your nose brushing against soft coils. Your tongue swirling and flattening around the prominent veins that protruded from the delicate skin. You gazed up at him underneath dark lashes, your hand coming up to get a hold of his balls. His hips jerked allowing himself to sink deeper into the abyss of your throat, a small whimper escaping. He retreated quickly and you guided his hand up to your scalp, allowing his fingers to tangle in your tussled curls reassuring him that he didn’t hurt you. You shook your head a little as his hand stood stiff in your hair, declaring that you wanted him to lead you. Bucky swallowed a large lump in his throat, grabbing a handful of your hair gently forcing you down on him. He guided your motion on his shaft, letting out a strangled groan, protesting that he was on the edge. You took another glance up at him acknowledging the fact that he was coming towards an end so quickly and you haven’t even began yet.

“You gonna cum already? I barely touched you yet.” You chuckled against his cock, shamming him for the short amount of time it took for him to reach his peak. His cheeks blanketed with soft crimson, similar to the shade after you insulted him this morning. You stood up from your knees, intertwining his fingers with yours. His baby blues switched back and forth from yours, pondering your lost of contact.

“W-where are we going?” Bucky sputtered, his jeans hanging loosely around his hips. You shushed him softly, tugging on his hand leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. His steps were small and timid as he stepped pass the threshold of your room, feeling as though he had crossed a sacred boundary. As soon as the both of you were in the room, your lips were on his, hands roaming over his rugged muscles that tested the thin material of his t-shirt. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this intimate with a man expect the one time where you got shit faced wasted at your boss’ welcome back vacation party and you took some random guy home. You didn’t remember anything that happened so it didn’t count. You didn’t know if screwing the stranger that fixes your roof brains out was the right thing to do but at this point you couldn’t really care less about what your conscience’s intentions were. All you cared about was the brooding blue eyed man spread out on display across your bed sheets. It was like accepting candy from a stranger, you knew it was a bad idea but what you were receiving was going to taste so sweet. You peeled off your skirt before crawling onto the bed, straddling his small waist, ridding him of his jeans, hands sloppily making their way up to his shirt. You tugged on the hem, slowly he obliged, lifting up his arms watching as you tossed his shirt to the other abandoned clothing in the corner of the room. His calloused hands snaked around your waist, slithering their way up your shirt, the cold pads of his fingertips sending shivers through your body. He met your eyes, silently pleading for permission. You replied with a nod, taken back by the sudden glimpse in his azure eyes, uncertain of what hid beneath them. Your breath hitched slightly as he peeled your shirt off leaving your chest bare and exposed to the chilled air. His eyes raked back and forth from your breast before cupping the right one into his hand, kneeding the soft skin. He bowed his head, taking the succulent bud in between his teeth earning a whimper from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair out of instinct, back arching at the craved touch he was providing. You couldn’t help but notice the quick glances from him as if he wanted approval, as if he was inquiring his new found skill.

“Please..” You practically begged, your hands reaching for his wrists, guiding his hands closer to where you needed them the most.

“How... How am I doing?” His breath fanned against your skin. You replied with a eager nod, you couldn’t find yourself to form a proper fragment while his idled hand found the apex between your thighs. His fingers ran over the black thin lace that was concealing your modesty, hooking one digit onto the waistband before pulling them down toturingly slow. You didn’t know if he was intentionally going this slow or if this was just his normal pace but you swore it was driving you crazy.

“O-oh.” Bucky recognized what he might’ve been doing wrong, quickly picking up the pace, placing two of his fingers onto your lower lips, spreading them apart. You immediately quivered at the contact, biting down on your bottom lip holding onto the absurd noises that might escape from your throat. He ran his long digits over the tiny bundle of nerves, rubbing it softly before rolling it around in between his fingers almost like he was exploring something that was new to him. He continued his slow movements before finally pushing his two fingers into your heat. You released your bottom lip from your teeth, letting out a lewd moan, clenching onto his fingers. He looked up at you one more time before raising his chin, pressing his lips to yours. You were taken back by his sudden act of passion, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back with equal amounts of deprivation. Your tongue slipped pass his lips, tugging and pulling at the supple skin of his bottom lip.

“I can’t take this anymore.” You panted, tugging his boxers down with one swift movement. You expected him to be big but you didn’t know he was going to be this big. His hands wrapped around your waist as you hovered over his bare lap, you bit your lip once more before sliding down onto his awaiting member. Your hand flew up to his shoulder for leverage, adjusting yourself to his considerable length. You kept your eyes on his, observing how his face crinkled and winced at the feeling of you squeezing around his manhood. Bucky’s hands tightened around your hips, himself adjusting to your tightness. It nearly felt like he couldn’t move as he was burrowed inside of you, after a failed attempt of trying to buck his hips, he sat there stiff. You gave him a small smile brimming with sympathy, taking a deep breath you began to slowly rock your hips, picking up the pace just a bit more, your hand fisted a hand full of his hair, bringing yourself up and down on him every time. Between your soft moans and his muttered curses along with the slappping of skin against skin filled the room, his teeth dug into the crook of your neck inflicting an enjoyable pain.

“Faster...” Bucky pleaded and so did his eyes. “Please, doll..”

“Huh? I can’t hear you.” You teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Don’t make me beg..” He gritted through his teeth only causing the flame in you to ignite, you giggled deviously before following his demands. He began following your steadied pace by using his hips. You rode him faster than your usual pace, your hands placed gently on his chest, your breast bouncing as you sent the man underneath nearly you over the edge. His hurried breaths and incoordination of the rhythm of his hips didn’t hide the fact that he was close to his peak. His breath hitched in his throat and you could tell he attempted to cover it up. You smirked at him, holding back a giggle as you rotated your hips watching him throw his head back in bliss.

“Are you gonna cum?” You took a hold of his chin, turning it so he can look at you. He looked so beautiful. His eyes lust blown, damp strands of hair fanned across his forehead along with a soft sheen of sweat that coated his skin.

“Y-yeah.” He huffed while you leaned back on your hands to get a better look at him come undone. His chest rose and fell, he grabbed your hips trying to lift you up off his lap. “Get up.” He grumbled at the added weight you put on him, his hands wrapping around your ribcage as your legs wrapped around his small waist.

“Go ahead, cum.” You egged him on and eventually he gave up on trying to throw you off of him. You rode him into his orgasm until hot spurts of cum filled your heated womb. You moaned loudly at the feeling of fulfillment and the spent look on Bucky’s face. Finally he lifted you off of him, laying you on your back, resting your head on the pillows. You sighed happily as you felt the warm liquid leak out of you onto your thighs and the bedsheets. Bucky took a moment to adjust himself before he laid in between your legs, his fingers ran over your clit like he did earlier. “Oh, you don’t have to do that-“

“B-but I want to.” He placed your leg over his shoulder, spreading your lips once more before pressing his lips against them. His tongue worked circles around your clit, while two of fingers slipped inside of your sopping heat. Your fingers combed through his unruly hair, pulling at the strands nearly them out their follicles. He moaned at the pain, his hands gripping and clawing at your thighs, small bites on your clit sending you over the edge. You tried to pull your hips away from him until he push you back down gently, smiling up at you with bright eyes.

“God, you’re gonna make me-.. I’m cumming... I’m cumming..” You writhed above him, pushing his head back but he continued his assault on your worn clit. You stopped fighting him, letting go completely. You yanked his hair for the last time, your back arching off the bed as your head was thrown back in ecstasy. You heaved uncontrollably and convulsed coming down from your high. You weren’t use to having your fair share during sex but this was different than you expected. It was more than what you expected. The caring aspect of sex didn’t come to you often, you were use to false and rushed orgasms, not assurance and receiving. After bringing yourself to the right state of mind, you felt the bed dip beside you noticing Bucky slipping back on his boxers.

“You can stay here with me.. if you want..” His mouth open and closed, eyes gazing blankly as if he was stuck in his thoughts.

“Okay..” Was all he said before crawling back into the blankets beside you. Soon before you knew it, you were engulfed in his arms and fast asleep.

Your eyes shot open at a familiar loud banging, you let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing the blankets off of you violently. You look to the side realizing the tall brute you fell asleep with wasn’t there anymore. You sighed for the second time, making your way to the shower. You tried your best not to think about last night, but images of you on top of some stranger continued to race through your mind. You didn’t know what got into you, just something about him attracted you to him. You slid on your favorite blouse along with some trousers, fixing your hair and makeup before leaving your house, on your way to another day of work. You were about to hop in your car until you heard the same worker’s voice from the morning before.

“Well, you’re up early!” He hollered and you swore you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh fuck off.” You swung your door open before catching a glimpse at Bucky sitting on the same spot of your roof from when you first saw him. You saw him perk up once your eyes caught his. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, helmet head.” You offered him a soft smile that reached the crinkles of your eyes and he returned it with a sweet smile of his own and a wave. At that moment you knew last night wouldn’t be the only time you took candy from a stranger.

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The Goldfinch ★ {Bucky Barnes} (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/wXhF3kDPUQ James Buchanan Barnes has begun to heal as he becomes more comfortable living in the compound but the thoughts of his past life in HYDRA continue to haunt him. They'd taken everything from him, from his sanity to the warmhearted young woman who was assigned to upkeep the room. But what happens when that polite and warmhearted young woman has been turned into HYDRA's newest super soldier?

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[bbparker]

Marvel Imagine Recommendations (Master)

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[weirdlyokaywithit]

It’s getting hot in here

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: fluff, some swearing.

Summary: Bucky clears your apartment building and then saves your life from a fire.

It was cleaning day, the most dreaded day of the week, which meant to combat your laziness and not wanting to do anything all day you blasted only top hits through your loft you could jam too. You’d been putting this off for awhile so there was quite the buildup of clutter and dishes.

You danced around your kitchen, bright yellow gloves on with a sponge in hand as you belted the lyrics to “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. You stopped between breaths to actually scrub the countertops, you were in a giant Patriots t shirt that used to be your dads and panties. It was a warm day so you had the windows open to air out the loft.

“AND I DUG MY KEY INTO THE SI-“ a hand came down on your shoulder and you let out a shrill scream.

You spun on your heel and hurled the blue sponge towards your attacker. It landed square in the face of a very handsome and amused fireman, his blue eyes shocked as he looked down at the object that had just been launched into his face.

Your hands covered your mouth, “I am SO sorry!”

You rushed to pause the music and he laughed, you spun around facing him then suddenly realizing you were only wearing a t shirt and panties.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you doll. We’re gonna have to ask you to evacuate the building as there’s a gas leak.” The cute fireman grinned cheekily at you

Your cheeks engulfed in flames, you nodded but didn’t move from where you were standing.

“I, um, I just need to put some pants on and grab a few things.”

His eyes strayed down from your gaze for a split second before his grin got a bit wider and his cheeks tinged pink. God why did he have to be so damn cute?

“Yeah, doll, it might be a few days before they can clear the building for civilians to be back in,” his voice was gravelly and warm.

His blue eyes were so hypnotizing, the cheeky grin, and that shoulder-length brown hair, god this man was sex on a damn stick. You forced yourself to look away and peel the rubber gloves off your hands, realizing how ridiculous you must have looked.

“Doll?” He asked bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah, um, I’m gonna need you to not look while I run to my bedroom,” You squeaked, not meeting his eyes.

Cute fireman grinned cheekily and then placed a gloved hand over his eyes, you darted for your room and stuck your legs into a pair of leggings in record time. You grabbed your necessities and shoved them into a bag, slid your feet into Birkenstock’s and walked back into the living room. He was still there and he was playing with the interlocking burr puzzle that normally sat on your coffee table, his eyes squinted and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.

“You’re still here?” You asked curiously.

His eyes shot to yours and he grinned as he set the puzzle down on the coffee table and pulled out a notepad.

“Yeah, I have to get names and phone numbers of residents so we can call when the building is cleared. I’m Bucky, by the way,” he stuck his hand out.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You said softly.

When you shook Bucky’s hand, butterflies shot through you at the contact. You forced yourself to let go of his hand and calmly recite your phone number for him, trying not to focus on how nervous he made you.

“Alright, as much as I hate for the live concert to end. Let’s get you outta here, Y/N,” Bucky teased as he led you out of your loft.

“I’m never playing music again,” Y/N groaned, your hand covering your eyes.

Bucky walked by your side down the stairs, other firemen passing nodded at him and some glanced at you curiously.

“No, really, I hated to interrupt the most beautiful rendition of Carrie Underwood I’ve ever seen,” he bumped your shoulder playfully.

You glared at him playfully and bumped him back, cheeks still pink but you were smiling. He tucked some of the chestnut strands in his face behind his ear, and that simple movement was mesmerizing.

“Ya know, technically you owe me ticket money for sneaking into a live show like that,” You snarked as you reached the sidewalk.

His mouth popped open into an mock offended ‘O’ and he placed a hand on his chest theatrically.

“I just saved your life from a gas leak! Call it even?”

You giggled and his grin sent a shot of pleasure through your body as you shook your head.

“Hmmmm, we’ll see about that, Mr Fireman. I’ll think about it,” You teased.

“Alright, doll, I have to go back and clear more residents but we’ll give you a call when the building is clear. You keep that concert going for me alright?” He winked at you before turning back to the building.

You pulled out your phone and called your best friend, Wanda, to see if you could stay with her for a few days. She of course agreed and said that Nat had a few days off of work so it would be like a long girls night. After ordering an Uber you played on your phone as you waited for your ride to arrive, glancing up to see if any of the firemen mulling around were Bucky. None of the ones already outside were Bucky but you could hear them talking about a Captain Barnes being back to his old self.

The car finally got there and you slid into the back seat and got settled, looking out the window as the car pulled away from the curb. You saw Bucky coming out with an elderly man from the third floor, he was carrying a bag for him and helping him into a cab. His smile was kind and his eyes were warm as he teased the old man.

After a few seconds you couldn’t see him anymore and you slouched back into the seat, playing on your phone for the twenty minute ride to Nat and Wanda’s apartment. Wanda was waiting outside for you when you got there, she clapped excitedly when you got out and you rolled your eyes. She had already told Clint, the head of security that she would have a gues for the next couple of days.

You and Wanda bickered on what show to watch before you both settled on watching Friends while Nat ordered Chinese food and poured red wine. When she got off the phone she handed you a glass of red and settled back on the couch.

“So, why are you stranded on our couch for a few days?” She asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Gas leak in the building, they’re supposed to call when it’s clear.”

“Wasn’t today cleaning day?” Wanda asked, her eyes glued to the screen.

You flushed, god you did not want to relive this story but you were going to have to tell them.

“Yeah, about that... a very handsome fireman saw me dancing around and belting Carrie Underwood in just my t shirt and panties.” Y/N squeaked, sinking down into the cushions.

Wanda immediately paused the episode and turned to you with excitement all over her face.

“What?!”

“Yeah and then I hit him in the face with a sponge because he scared me,” You groaned, hand over your eyes.

Nat roared with laughter from the other couch, and Wanda seemed to be struggling not to join her.

“It’s not funny, it’s HUMILIATING!” You griped which only made Wanda dissolve into a fit of laughter and Nat literally double over.

You covered your face with a throw pillow and groaned loudly, that was NOT the introduction you wanted to a hot fireman. You removed the pillow and just glued your eyes to the tv, Y/N could admit if it wasn’t you that it happened to you definitely would be laughing.

“What did he SAY?” Nat got out between fits of laughter.

“Well he did say it was the best rendition of Carrie Underwood he had ever heard,” You snarked.

“He was totally flirting with you!!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nodded her agreement.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, Wanda wanted so badly to find you a boyfriend after her and Vis got together. She wanted someone to double date with, unfortunately for her you self-sabotaged more than anyone else on the planet. Every single date she set you up on you had effectively made sure that they didn’t want a second one, it was more to do with personal issues than anything else. You were terrified of being in a relationship after your last boyfriend.

“Wanda. He was not flirting with me.”

Nat watched Wanda with amusement dancing in her eyes as the girl’s eyes basically bugged out of her head with disbelief.

“He walked in on you dancing in your underwear, belting Carrie Underwood in NO makeup. And you hit him in the FACE with a sponge. But he still managed to tease you. He was flirting with you but go off.” Wanda snarked.

You took a huge gulp of your wine and groaned, this wasn’t gonna end. Nat grinned from the other couch at you, she finally had told Wanda that she wasn’t interested in dating until after she came to terms with some emotional baggage. Unfortunately for you, that’s the only excuse that Wanda accepted and you couldn’t use it.

“I hate you.” You stated and snagged the remote to resume the episode.

“You love me. And you know I’m right,” she huffed.

“Wrong.” You rolled your eyes again.

Wanda made a disgruntled hmph sound and let us get back to Friends, you snuck a glance at Nat who discreetly shook her head at you while she grinned. We loved our friend but she was the absolute worst at meddling.

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It had been three days since the gas leak in the building, which meant three whole days of Wanda pestering you about Bucky. You’d called the landlord to see if it was over with and he said they were waiting to be cleared for civilians.

Finally deciding to do something worth your time, you were tapping away at the keys on your computer working on a report for work. Sam had been bugging you about it for a few days and you finally had the time to work on it.

You hit the green button and answered with a slightly annoyed, “hello?”

“Um, hey, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A familiar voice asked down the line.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Oh, good, uh this is Bucky. Um, Captain Barnes from the Fire Department. Your apartment building has been cleared for civilians,” his rich voice sounded like silk through the phone.

“Oh, okay. Well thank you for calling! And again so sorry for hitting you in the face with a sponge,” You rambled, cheeks tinging pink even though he couldn’t see them.

“Like I said, most beautiful version of Carrie Underwood I’ve ever heard. I’d love to catch another live concert sometime,” he chuckled and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“I’ll consider sending tickets for the next one,” You joked and his snort was the most adorable sound you’d ever heard.

“Anyways, I’ve got another thirty of these calls to make Y/N, so I’ll let you go. But, seriously, keep the concert going dollface.” Bucky didn’t sound thrilled at all about making calls all, you giggled to yourself thinking of all the neighbors he was probably calling.

“Have fun with that, Mrs. Jenkins is a real treat.” You teased and he laughed again.

“Bye, Y/N,” his rich timbre sounding down the line one last time.

“Bye Bucky.”

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“Y/N,” Sam called.

Your head shot up, you’d been totally zoned out for the last five minutes of whatever conversation you’d been pretending to be involved with. Bucky had not left your mind at all, his twinkling blue eyes, charismatic smile, that fucking boyish brown hair. It was doing a number on you that even you had to admit was embarrassing.

“Sorry, Sam, my mind is elsewhere. What can I do?” You smiled sheepishly at your favorite coworker.

He scoffed and the muttered a passive “nevermind” before leaving your office. It was only mid-morning so you were heavily engrossed in paperwork, one of your biggest clients had a massive family turmoil so they were changing their will so they were taking forever to get everything changed. You were back and forth on the phone, gathering documents and legal questions for you to answer and them change their mind.

The fire alarm started going off, the red light flashing and then the automated voice came over the speaker. You rolled your eyes annoyed, stuck your head out of your office door and yelled if it was a drill or not. Stacy from two office down called back that it was the 25th so it was probably a drill. You sat back down at your desk, and got back to gathering the stuff you needed for your 2o’clock meeting. Ten minutes had passed before you noticed the smoke coming through the bottom of your door.

The smell finally reached your nostrils before you leapt from your office chair and rushed to the door. It was NOT a drill, there was an actual fire on your office. Panickedly remembering the doorknob rule, you held the back of your hand to the knob. Cold. You flung the door open and rushed to alert Stacy, screaming for her to quickly come out.

The both of you rushed to the stairwell and flung it open, it was filled with smoke. It was so thick that you couldn’t see through it. You were on the third floor, it was an older building which meant. One stairwell. The window was your only option.

“We have to try and signal someone from the window,” you dragged Stacy to your office and struggled with the blinds in a panic.

You flung the window open and looked down at the street, you could see firefighters killing around at the bottom.

“HEY UP HERE!! WE’RE STUCK! HELP!” Stacy yelled, her grip on your arm deathly strong.

“HELP, SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE HELP!”

No one looked up, it was like they couldn’t hear over the sirens. You waved frantically before you spotted a familiar mop of boyish brown hair, it couldn’t be.

“BUCKY!! BUCKY HELP US!” You screamed as loud as you could.

His head shot up, glancing around before actually looking up and spotting the two of you.

“Y/N?!?!”

He frantically called for someone to shut off the siren and get the ladder before calling back up to you.

“DOLL, JUST HANG ON FOR ME, I’M COMING TO GET YOU!”

The smoke in the office was getting thicker, Stacy was coughing and hacking, her hand pressed to her chest. You moved back so she could get a breath of clean air, you remembered that she had asthma and you couldn’t live with yourself for making her sick or causing a really bad attack. The door was shut but the smoke was still coming through and it was thick. You peeked over Stacy’s shoulder and saw a ladder coming up to the window, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Bucky on it.

He reached the window and you shoved Stacy towards him, “She has asthma take her first.”

Bucky looked back and forth between the two of you, he looked torn but you weren’t having any part of it.

“Take her, I’ll be fine. Promise.”

His mouth set in a line, he assisted Stacy onto the ladder and lowered them back down. You nervously chewed your lip while trying to breathe as much clean air as possible, unable to keep from coughing. You leaned heavily against the window, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Y/N, DOLL, HANG ON. DON’T YOU CLOSE THOSE PRETTY EYES FOR ME. IM ALMOST THERE.” You could hear Bucky frantically calling but it was like there was a fog on your brain.

It was so hard to breathe and you were so tired, you rested your head against the window pane. You nodded to him but you didn’t know if you could keep them open, he was no more than a couple feet from you. You could hear him swearing and saw him reaching for you. And that’s when you collapsed.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

God whatever that incessant beeping was it needed to stop immediately, you thought to yourself. You blinked your eyes open, and realized that not only were you not in your bed but you were in a hospital room. You shot up and groaned almost instantly at the pain that shot through your head, the rhythmic beeping started increasing to a more frantic speed when the door open.

Bucky walked in holding a cup of coffee, whistling quietly to himself. His blue eyes found yours and widened almost comically before he rushed over to you.

“Y/N, doll, how are you feeling?” He asked, ushering you to lay back on the reclined bed.

“I... what happened? I remember telling you to get Stacy but that’s it.” You scratched your head as you squinted.

“You passed out and then hit your head really fucking hard on the window sill in your office, you have a concussion and a few stitches. I climbed in and got you out and brought you here myself.” Bucky explained, his fingers brushing along the top of your forehead. And that explained the pounding headache.

“Great.” You groaned.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t have even been in the building still.” Bucky’s tone was now stern.

You flushed and looked down at your hands, no you shouldn’t have been in the building still but you were an idiot. A massive fucking idiot.

“I know. Me and Stace thought it was a drill so we just stayed up there. And then I noticed some smoke so I ran to go get her and we tried to go down the stairs but I couldn’t even see the smoke was so thick. And so then we tried the window. No one could hear us yelling but then I saw you and so I just started screaming your name.” You trailed off, he had every right to yell at you and so you tensed waiting for it.

Bucky grabbed your hand and caressed the back of it softly, you slowly raised your eyes to his and he was smiling.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Stacy is fine. She got some oxygen at the scene and got to go home. You got a fun ride in a fire truck with me screaming for Steve to hurry up and fucking drive. Carried you in here. Caused a huge scene. I mean I couldn’t let me favorite singer die on me without giving me a full concert first,” he teased.

You flushed. “Now I really owe you a concert huh?”

He grinned and the heart monitor gave you away as your heart started thumping faster. Bucky winked cheekily at you and you bit your lip, his eyes tracked the movement and he leaned in slightly. His blue eyes flicking back up to yours as if for approval, whatever he saw there was all he needed to close the distance.

His lips pressed to yours and the butterflies in your stomach turned into pterodactyls, you parted your lips slightly and Bucky took the invitation. His tongue swiped against yours and you let out a small whimper against his mouth.

And at that moment the door flung open and a nurse walked in, Bucky quickly pulled back from you.

“Oh!! Sorry I just need to check vitals. Glad to see you’re awake, ma’am.”

She worked quickly and you watched as she checked your vitals and wrote them in your chart before she excused herself and murmured something about the doctor being by shortly.

You and Bucky stared at each other before both trying to speak at once.

“Will you go to dinner with me?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You both laughed and grinned at each other, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips gently to yours.

“I have to go back to work, but doll I’ll be back right after my shift is over. And I’m taking you out to dinner.” His lips grazing your forehead.

You flushed and nodded, and watched his sexy ass walk out of the door and definitely catching the cheeky wink he threw behind him.

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Giant shoutout to @valkyriesryde for helping me get this done. I love you 😍❤️

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[semistable17yearoldgirl]

You’re like me (bucky x amputee reader) part 1/?

summery: Bucky and Steve are sent out on an “easy mission” but when they encounter a teenage girl in a great deal of pain, their mission course changes.

warnings: some mention of torture and pain

It should have been an easy in and out mission. Tony had sent Bucky and Steve on a duo mission to take out a hydra base supposedly only holding a couple of hydra goons, and take files if any were found. It was suppose to be a semi- abandoned base. 

As they flew over France and nearing Germany, Bucky started to get worried. “I don’t like this Steve, Hydra never leaves behind tracks, this doesn’t seem right.” By this time he was pacing the length of the military style plane, as Steve piloted. “It’ll be fine Buck,” Steve said calmly. “We’ve done a ton of these before, plus we have intercom to call backup just incase.” Bucky’s shoulders seemed to relax a little, but Steve could still easily tell that he was anxious. Bucky had never gone into another Hydra base since becoming the Winter Solider, afraid about how his body might subconsciously react. He felt ready for this one however, after training his mind to focus on the now, and he felt that he was getting pretty good at it too. 

They landed the quinjet in an open forest just outside of a small German town made of roughy 3,000 people. The base was close by, about a 5 minute trek from the landing site. Using their renewed skills from military training back in the 40′s, they were easily able to get to the outskirts of the base without being heard, or seen. It was hard to keep quiet however when they saw what they were up against. 

The building looked like an old bunker, with tall stone walls, and strong metal doors. Hundreds of people in tactical gear roamed the grassy plain, guns in arms at all times. Trucks pulled into the building carrying god knows what. All that the super soldiers could mutter, was “shit”. 

“We don’t have time to call Tony,” Bucky breathed quietly. “What do you mean? We can’t take all of these people on by ourselves Buck, thats insane.” “I know punk, but if they have that many guards around that must mean that they have people inside that they don’t want getting away.” Steve pondered this for a moment, thinking back to when he saw where Bucky was kept in Russia not that long ago. “You’re right, but we can’t just march in there. I have a plan, but it’s not gonna be easy. You up for it?” “Always up for a challenge”.

They had snuck around back and managed to somehow sneak in through a broken window. With guns and shield drawn, they walked through an abandoned hallway, on high alert. That is when the screaming started.

Y/N’s POV

I was strapped to a chair in the blue room as I called it. The room where all the torture happens. The instruments and blood (both mine and others) littered the floor around me, as my head hung low and my metal arm clenched subconsciously. I freshly branded hydra logo shaped burn on my neck furiously stung as I hunched my shoulder closer to my head to keep the cool air from hitting it. “I’m done with her, put her back” came a deep low voice that I recognized all too well. I knew neither his name or what he looked like, but he was the doctor I knew had done all this to me. 

The guards dragged me by my arms as I tried to walk with them, trying to stay on my feet. They sat me on the rotting metal bench and detached my metal arm from its implant in my shoulder. They always took it off to make sure I couldn’t use it against them. I was left in bare feet with nothing but loose tattered pyjamas and one less limb to call my own in a cold and drippy cell. I scurried under the bench and curled up trying to preserve my warmth. Suddenly I heard distant yelling and the clanging of metal against metal. I didn’t think they would come back for me already, which furthered my confusion. Voices started nearing, speaking in English, a language that I knew decently, but did not prefer to my native tongue of German. 

“This is the cell block” said a man with a low voice “I recognize these kinds of doors. Open all of them, there might be people here.” I knew enough English to know they were coming to get me, but their tone about if they were good guys or bad guys was unclear. I curled further into myself as I heard my cell door open. 

“BUCK! THERES A GIRL IN HERE!” A higher voice, but still low enough for me to know it was a man said.

I kicked my foot out as a warning while yelling “Nein bitte, du hast gerade die Experimente beendet! Bitte!” (No please! You just finished the experiments! Please!) Still cowering in the corner. The other man with the lower voice looked into my cell and I could feel his heart break. “Steve,” he said slowly. “She’s just a teenager” I was sobbing at this point, pleading in German for them to leave me alone. “Ich bin schon genug verletzt!” (I’m already hurt enough!) I cried as loud as my voice would allow. The dark haired man leaned down so he was at my level. “Es ist okay, Puppe, kannst du für eine Sekunde rauskommen? Wir werden dich nicht verletzen.” (It’s okay doll, can you come out for a second? We aren’t going to hurt you.) He cooed in a soft voice. I crawled out from under the bench and sat up, tears threatening to spill. 

“Can you stand up?” Said the blonde man with the higher voice. “No arm.” I said with a heavy accent, as I rolled up my left sleeve so they could see the heavily damaged skin and the implant that my arm usually sat in. “Hurts” I said, voice wavering”. The man with the dark hair slowly took off his jacket as I backed away, afraid. “no, no darling it’s okay, look” He said, showing his metal arm to me. “gleich?” (same?) I asked tentatively. “Ja.” (yes) He said. Thats when I began to cry. He moved slowly closer to me and cradled me in his arms and rocked soothingly back and forth as the blonde haired man watched from the door, guarding us. Bucky as I now knew brushed my hair out of my face as he whispered calming things to me. 

Without my metal arm in place, the implant began to hurt. I began to furiously scratch at it as I always did when it burned which left ugly red scars just like this man had. He rolled up my sleeve the rest of the way and held my hand. “Ich weiß, dass es Puppe verbrennt, aber du wirst es nur noch schlimmer machen.” (I know it hurts doll, but you’ll only make it worse” He whispered into my ear as he continued to rock me. “Everything hurts” I said with a german accent. “My shoulder, the brand, my ribs.” I sat up, and slowly pulled off my T-shirt leaving me in just a tank top to show him what I meant. He saw the brand on the side of my neck and moved to touch it when I cowered back. “Sorry” he muttered, clearly distracted. I then lifted my shirt slowly to show him my side, where all the bruises where and a cluster of bumps clearly indicating some fractured ribs. 

“Steve” Bucky said quietly, but with urgency. “We have to leave now. Screw everything else. Call Tony.” Steve turned around and simply nodded before looking out the door around corners. “It’s now or never Buck, i’m not sure how much longer we will be in the clear.” Bucky turned to me. “Darling i’m going to pick you up and get you out of here okay?” I nodded slowly as he lifted me off the cold ground. I bit my lip and hissed and tried to breathe through the pain as we ran out of the only place I had ever called home.

authors note: Hey guys!! Thank you for reading the first part of my first story! I hope you like it, and maybe leave a review? Still getting used to Tumblr, so please send any helpful tips you think might help me get used to this stuff. Thank you again for reading! 

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