#jessybarnesreaches500

[buckyalpine]

Bucky x civilian reader

JESSY REACHES 500

I wrote this for my most precious bb, @jessybarnes congratulations my angel, you deserve ALL the followers.

Warnings: angstttyy, Bucky's an idiot, fluffyy, friends with benefits to lovers, I hope your chest itches a lil.

Prompt: "I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again."

"Morning Doll" His husky voice stirred you awake, the cool tips of his fingers sending shivers down your spine as he traced up and down your bare back. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Bucky barely gave you a chance to respond, throwing the covers off, exposing you to the cool air of your bedroom as he rummaged around for his boxers which he'd tossed off haphazardly the night before.

"Alright" You mustered a smile as he pecked your head, seeing himself out and locking the door with the spare key you gave him. It would be weeks before you saw him again, going back to your regular schedule while he was off saving the world.

You had an interesting relationship with Bucky Barnes.

You'd met when he came to return a copy of the Hobbit at the library you worked at, tossing your a charming smirk before going to browse for more books. One night after a few more flirty comments and innocent touches later, you found yourself with your hands down each others pants, his lips smashed against yours to keep your moans down, the both of you hidden between the bookshelves.

He eventually started coming over to your place instead, exploring every bit of your body like he owned it, spending hours taking you both to new heights until he couldn't move. It was pure sex and the absolute best you'd ever had. Bucky made you forget your own name, only having the ability to moan and take everything he was giving you.

It was the perfect arrangement for him; something lowkey to help with the stress of his job without having to commit to much more. After you started to pick up more shifts at the library, you even gave his own key to your place to let himself in on days where you hadn't gotten home yet.

That was nearly a year ago.

You sighed, pulling the covers back over yourself, his scent still lingering on the sheets and pillow making your heart flutter, already waiting for the next time he'd be over. You hated the feeling, knowing your feelings were going further than what Bucky wanted. You hated every time he had to leave, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering wildly whenever he his name popped up on your phone.

Your heart would beat faster every time he kissed you, biting your tongue from telling him you didn't want him to go, you couldn't just be a person to keep his bed warm, you wanted more, you loved him-

Fuck.

You loved him.

You shook your head, ignoring the tightness that started to constrict your throat, feeling worse than the last time he'd left.

Why the fuck did you fall for him.

-

"Maybe we could go out?" You tried, hoping for once one of your rendezvous wouldn't be just sex. Bucky hummed, holding you closer to his bare chest, your bodies tangled under the sheets after he'd taken you apart, coming straight to your place as soon as he jet had landed.

"Sure, how about we grab coffee next time?" He mumbled, rutting his hips up, already hard again, rolling on top of you, peppering kisses down your neck before you could respond.

"Wait, Bu-oh god" Your words melted into moans as he made himself comfortable between your legs, neither of you brining up those plans again for the rest of the night. He stayed over as always, leaving before you stirred, the bed cold and empty when you woke up the next day to a text message from him.

Had to leave early, see you when I'm back x

You blinked, chewing your lip, debating on how to respond, a part of you still hoping he'd be open to spending time with you outside of just needing something physical.

Sure! Let's go to the cafe nearby? I've been dying to go

You typed and deleted the message 3 times before finally hitting send, tossing your phone aside, anxiety clouding your mind wondering how he'd respond.

Then he didn't.

You waited the entire week for him to respond to your message, the read at 6:03 staring you in the face, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, imagining the way he probably opened and closed the chat, forgetting your very existence until he had needs again.

Why did you even try.

You harshly wiped the tears that streaked down your face, chewing the inside of your cheek, freezing when the lock of your door turned, the familiar sound of his bag hitting the floor. You quickly splashed water onto your face, hiding any evidence of emotion when Bucky popped his head into your room, finding you in the bathroom.

"Hi doll" He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, dragging you to bed and flopping over, making him self comfortable with his head on your chest.

"Hi Buck" You cleared your throat, hoping he wouldn't hear the shake in your voice, carding your fingers though his hair, instantly betraying yourself and melting into him when his hands made their way up your shirt.

"Missed this" he groaned, his sinful lips kissing down your neck and shoulders, slotting himself between your legs. "Thought about it all week"

All week.

When I waited for you to reply at least once.

You felt your eyes sting, forcing back the way your felt for what was happening in the moment. He made it clear what he wanted from you but you weren't sure how much more you could take. You succumbed to his charm, the sheets warm, your body slick with sweat, your face resting against his chest, his arm holding you securely, letting his warm breath tickle your skin.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Bucky's nose nuzzled into your neck, pulling away slightly when he felt you tense in his hold, not responding, "Doll?"

"Maybe-maybe we shouldn't do this anymore" Your throat burned with how hard you were trying to keep from crying, keeping your eyes trained on his chest instead of his sweet baby blues you'd fallen for.

"Why not" Bucky frowned while you shifted uncomfortably.

"What are we Bucky"

"Y/n, we talked about this" He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. You hated the way his arms loosened around you, pulling away his warmth with it, your body curling in on itself as he got off the bed to put his clothes on.

"I know but- I just- I feel used, it's like I'm some dirty secret" you brought your knees to your chest, digging your nails into your palms while he pulled his hoodie over his head. "We've never done anything else other than fuck in my apartment!"

"Its not like that" He argued back, sitting back down at by the edge of the bed.

"Bucky, no one even knows I exist. Tell me, does Steve even know?"

He chewed his lip before shaking his head. He hadn't told anyone about you, not even his best friend. You scoffed, feeling more pathetic than ever, your stomach churning seeing the distance already starting to grow between you both.

"See what I mean? You won't even go out for coffee with me, is just all sex. Is that all I am to you?"

"We both agreed to keep this casual, you know I'm not ready for a relationship y/n, I-I never saw you like that" His words cut deeper, the pit in your stomach growing heavier as he looked at you with pity. "Y/n-

"Fine" You blinked back the stubborn tears that kept welling in your eyes, harshly swiping your cheek as they started to stream down your face, "I get it"

"So where do we go from here" Bucky sighed, a part of him wanting to reach out and wipe the tears that streaked down your cheeks and hold you in his arms, hating the way he could see your heart breaking because of him.

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." Your voice began to crack, wrapping your arms around your knees, pulling them to your chest, "I-I keep waiting for the day you'd feel differently but I get it, it's not happening"

"I'm sorry" Bucky whispered, almost reaching out to hold you one last time, deciding against it as he got up and made his way out of your room for the last time. His chest ached when he heard the first sob slip past your lips, softly closing the door behind him.

You cried your heard out, the pain far worse than you imagined it to be, wishing you'd kept your feelings to yourself because now you'd lost Bucky forever. You wouldn't wake up to him sneaking into your room for cuddles. You wouldn't walk into your apartment to find him crashed on your couch. You wouldn't wake up wrapped in his arms, legs tangled together with naughty kisses first thing in the morning.

Why did you fall so hard for him.

-

"Alright, what's going on with him" Tony huffed, "He's more grumpy than usual and I'm going to lose my billionaire status with how many punching bags I've replaced within the last week. Rogers?"

Steve shrugged, equally confused and worried as to why his best friend was far more moody than usual. There hadn't been any particularly grueling missions recently and there was nothing scheduled for the month. Over the past few weeks, Bucky had been closed off, secluded in his room, only leaving to spend time in the gym, breaking bags left, right and center.

"What's wrong with you" Steve found the soldier in the gym, grunting between punches, sweat dripping down his body, jaw clenched as he landed another hit, causing the leather to give way with sand spilling to the floor.

"Nothing" Bucky shook his head, hardly registering the sting of his split knuckles, panting while his heart thudded against his chest, having gone at it for the past hour, non stop.

"Buck, this is the fourth bag you've broken" Steve sighed, while Bucky huffed in response, already making his way to the rack to grab a new one.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a girl, would it?" The blonde smirked, carefully watching his face. Bucky's eyes grew wide, blinking while Steve stared at him knowingly.

"N-no" Bucky shook his head, no, this had nothing to do with a girl, nor did it have to do with feelings. He didn't actually care about this girl or miss her, he didn't crave to feel her warmth, he was perfectly capable of falling asleep without cuddling her to his chest. He didn't miss her sweet laugh or cute shy smile. He didn't care that he couldn't hear her voice anymore and she didn't appear in every single one of his dreams, making his heart yearn for her more-

"Buck, seriously?" Steve deadpanned at his best friends lovesick puppy face while Bucky chewed his lip.

"You knew?"

"Not a lot" Steve shrugged. "Saw you talking to that cute librarian once when I was out for a run with Sam. S'not hard to figure out, considering you went from acting like the world was full of sunshine and rainbows to being a grumpy asshole all over again. So what happened"

Bucky only intended on giving Steve the most sparse details but once he started he couldn't stop. The more he spoke, the more it dawned on him that none of it was casual to begin with, that he'd fallen hard, deeply in love with you.

"You love her" Steve stated, seeing clear at day his best friend was an idiot.

"I don't love her" Bucky scoffed, his cheeks blushing at the way Steve cocked an eyebrow, "I love her"

"Go tell her you punk" Steve smacked him upside the head, chuckling as Bucky dashed out of the gym, running straight to his room to shower and change. He trembled like a leaf he entire time, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear, feeling awful for hurting you, awful for bottling and ignoring his feelings while hoping and praying you'd forgive him.

He thought about all the times he wanted more with you, about what it would be like for you to be his girl, fuck there had been nights where he'd even dreamt of spending his life with you. He hid it all away, convincing himself he didn't need anything else, that it was for the best for both of you even if you did make his heart feel whole.

He knew he wanted to be your man, every time he walked through your door, the stresses of his day instantly melting away, feeling like he was home. Nothing comforted him more than holding you in his arms, never wanting to let go.

He hopped onto his motor bike, swerving through the streets, taking the stairs two at a time to get back to you as fast as he could, not wanting to waste another minute. He shamelessly pulled out the spare key, knowing you'd be home around this time considering he had your scheduled memorized by now. Usually around this time, you liked to lounge on the couch under a pile of blankets with your comfort show on.

"Doll?" Bucky quietly unlocked the door, toeing his boots off, the scent of your home already causing his emotions to fly around wildly. He felt like he was home, whole once again, why did he ever let this go.

"Baby, where are you" Bucky called, frowning when he saw your house keys still hanging by the door yet found the living room empty. He continued to search for you, quietly pushing your bedroom door open, melting at the sight of your curled up form, sleeping under a pile of blankets. He felt a pang in his chest seeing tear streaks down your cheeks, evident that you'd been crying.

You stirred at the sound of the door creaking, shifting in your sleep as he quietly made his way over, gently coaxing you awake.

"Hey doll" he whispered, stroking your face with his metal hand, like he always did when he came over in the middle of a night, usually when he couldn't sleep or whenever missions finished and he immediately needed to come and see you.

"Bucky?" Your voice cracked, rubbing sleep from your eyes, unsure if you were dreaming when you felt the bed dip and his cool melt fingers stroking your cheek, the familiar scent of him making you feel giddy after you missed him so much. "What-what are you doing here"

"I- He paused, unsure of where to even start, guilt already consuming him for making you feel like he never cared for you in the first place. "I'm sorry doll. I'm so sorry"

"For what" You scoffed softly, sniffling back fresh tears that wanted to spill, still struggling to mend your broken heart, "Was there something you needed again" Your defeated voice made Bucky feel worse, realizing you probably thought he was back to use you, when you had all the rights to kick him out of your room immediately.

"No! No baby, never. I-I'm not here for that y/n, I promise" Bucky scrambled to your side, reaching for your hands, pressing them to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribcage. "I'm so sorry for what I said to you baby, it wasn't true, I didn't even realize how I felt about you. I missed you so much" HIs eyes were desperately pleading with you to believe him.

"You-you said you never saw me that way" you whispered, shrinking away from him once again, too scared to let him hurt you a second time. "You left me Bucky"

"Baby, look at me" He begged, hesitantly reaching out to cup your cheeks, relaxing a little when you didn't flinch away. "Please sweets, I mean it. I did see you that way. I care about you, fuck, I love you y/n" As soon as the words left Bucky's mouth, he felt complete like never before. It was like his heart stitched itself back together, feeling free, realizing how true it was. He loved you, more than anything else.

"No you don't Bucky" you couldn't bring yourself to believe him, gasping when he pulled you into his arms, his thumb stroking your face.

"I do doll, I promise I do. I was too stupid to realize it even when it was obvious. I thought about you every second of the day, you know that? Whenever the jet would land, I'd run straight to you because I just wanted to come home. I just wanted to come straight to you. You were my everything, i wanted to keep you protected, just live in a world where it was just you and me. I fell in love with you angel, tried to convince myself every single day that what I felt for you was nothing more"

"Bucky-

"Steve knew" Bucky cut you off, chuckling at your confused, pouty expression.

"What?"

"He knew. He didn't know everything but he knew enough to piece together why I was acting like a love stuck idiot. You have no idea what kind of effect you had on me doll. I was the happiest I've ever been with you. My heart was breakin' without you baby, I just wanted my girl back"

"Your girl?" You whispered softly, your cheeks heating up at the thought while Bucky nodded, pulling you down to lay with him.

"My girl. All mine. Can't believe I tried to ignore it, I've been in love with you for so long doll. M'sorry I hurt you angel, I'll never break your heart again, I promise" He held you to his chest, his words making your eyes water, burying yourself in his warmth. He kissed the tears that spilled from your lashes, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Will you be mine? Really mine?"

"M'yours Bucky" your voice was muffled, clinging onto him while he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair.

"Y'know this means you'll have to put up with Steve and Sam" Bucky playfully teased making you giggle, already aware his friends would probably start to follow him once they officially found out about you. "and you'll have to be my date for all of Tony's extravagant shit"

"That doesn't sound so bad" You quipped, while Bucky rolled over, tucking his face against your neck, needily cuddling into you, craving your warmth after weeks of having been apart.

"That's because you've never seen me drink, sugar" Bucky hummed, sleep already starting to claim him, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes. "Might even drunkenly ask you to marry me"

"I'd drunkenly say yes" you hummed, wrapping your body around his, he warmth of his skin making your eyes grow heavy.

"I love you doll" Bucky whispered before falling fast asleep in your arms, the world once again filled with sunshine with rainbows now that he was finally with you.

His girl.

His home.

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[winterarmyy]

Thin Walls, Thin Lines

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 4.9k++

Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.

A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕

P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.

Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.

That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.

And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.

He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.

"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."

Speaking of the devil.

This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.

Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.

Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.

She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.

The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.

Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.

So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."

Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."

"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.

If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.

"Something like that." She lied.

"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"

Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.

This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.

Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"

Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.

Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.

With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.

There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.

For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.

It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.

The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.

When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.

She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.

The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.

Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."

"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.

Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"

"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"

His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"

He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.

And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.

Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.

His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."

Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"

Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.

But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.

She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.

Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.

"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.

Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.

He knew it was wrong.

It felt good. It felt right.

But, it was so fucking wrong.

To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.

But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.

Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.

Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.

His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.

It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.

Then, Y/N happened.

Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.

They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless. 

But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.

At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.

If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.

Why was she sleeping in the living room?

Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.

It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.

Not to mention the fight that they had.

Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.

"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.

When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.

She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.

Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.

But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.

"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.

Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."

"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.

No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.

Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"

"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.

But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."

There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.

Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.

God, she was extremely tired.

Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.

When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.

Especially Bucky.

So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"

Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.

Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.

When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.

This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.

Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.

He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.

But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.

"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.

Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.

Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.

She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.

Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.

That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.

And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.

Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative  functions.

Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.

And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.

Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.

When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."

He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.

It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.

Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.

Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.

Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.

How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.

But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.

He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.

Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.

There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.

Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.

Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.

When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."

His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?

His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."

Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.

Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."

Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.

"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.

Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.

It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."

Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.

A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.

And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.

When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"

End.

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[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Bucky isn't a fan of children roaming the streets in costumes and asking for candy. But it only takes one little boy to change his mind.

This is my Halloween contribution to the fandom and a shoutout to @jessybarnes, congrats on reaching 500 followers!

Word count: just over 1k

He had just gotten home. Bloodied and bruised. There hadn't been any time for him to change. In fact, he had barely stepped through his front door when his phone pinged with a notification from you.

Went to the store to grab more candy!

Bucky scowled. Halloween. He didn't have time to think about such mundane things as your favorite pagan holiday. Naturally, you felt otherwise and had taken the liberty of decorating his home for him.

It was lucky he lived in an apartment building. What was the likelihood that any kids would-

"Trick or Treat!" A chorus of voices accompanied a knock on the door.

His shoulders drooped in disappointment. Maybe he could ignore it?

"TRICK OR TREAT!" There was only one voice this time but louder than before.

Bucky was a patient man who knew multitudes of silence and stillness. He would be patient.

"Come on, Mister! I saw you go inside!" The voice of a little boy who was far less patient than he was.

A sigh escaped Bucky's lips. He was exhausted and didn't particularly want to deal with the emotional baggage that came with the way he expected a child would react to his appearance. He knew people still saw him as a monster, despite his pardon. He had no desire to see fear reflected in the eyes of innocence. But the pounding didn't stop.

He looked around wildly for something to give the expectant youth. His eyes finally landed on a bowl beside the door. There was one candy bar left inside.

Well, it was better than nothing. Bucky grabbed the bowl and wrenched open the door. An audible gasp stopped him in his tracks. He looked down to see an eight year old boy dressed as Captain America standing before him, mouth agape.

"Here kid, this is all I've got," he held out the candy bar to the frozen child.

Both Bucky and the boy stood facing each other for what felt like an eternity to Bucky. Neither of them moved and Bucky wondered if the boy's jaw could drop any further. His silence was making Bucky very uncomfortable.

"Look kid, just take this and go," he dropped the bar into the kid's pumpkin basket. As an afterthought he added, "you don't have to be scared."

"Are you an Avenger?" The boy whispered.

"Not exactly, kid."

"But you're friends with Captain America?"

Bucky was loath to answer this question, but he couldn't exactly deny that he and Sam were friends.

"I guess you can call us friends."

"Do you have superpowers?"

Bucky shrugged. He thought of superpowers belonging to heroes. He would never describe himself as one.

The kid smiled and continued talking despite Bucky’s nonverbal state. “My dad lives in Washington DC now.” 

“That’s nice?” Bucky felt the need to respond to the wide eyes which hadn’t left his face since he opened the door.

“I went to visit him over the summer. He doesn’t live with me and my mom anymore.”

Bucky didn’t miss the glaze of sadness which washed over his face, and he didn’t like how it made him feel.

“Did you like it there?” he asked the boy.

“Yeah! He took me to the Smithsonian.”

Bucky finally understood what the boy was telling him.

“I read about you.”

“Oh.” Bucky’s face fell. The kid had read about the Winter Soldier and his past. “Look, I’m not-”

“You’re my favorite!” The kid was positively beaming up at him.

“F-favorite?” Bucky stuttered, utterly baffled by the response he was receiving. “Favorite what?”

“Howling Commando!” He bobbed up and down with excitement. “You’re Steve Roger’s best friend!”

“Yeah,” Bucky’s face softened and he replied softly, saddened by the thought of his oldest friend. He missed Steve. He looked down at the child before him, his bright eyes and blonde hair. “What’s your name, kid?”

"Steve," he smiled. "My mom named me after Captain America because he saved her life when she was pregnant with me. Dad tells me what happened as a bedtime story on my birthday." The light behind his eyes dimmed with his last words. "He missed it this year."

"I'm sorry, pal."

"Next time I see him, I'm going to tell him I met an Avenger!"

"I bet he will be real impressed!" Bucky smiled, choosing not to correct little Steve.

"When I grow up, I wanna be just like you!"

"I don't think you want that," Bucky answered wistfully.

"You don't think I can be a hero?" Little Steve's face fell.

"Of course you can!" Bucky inwardly cursed his use of language. He knelt down in front of the boy and laid a hand on his shoulder. "But you know my friend, Sam Wilson? Captain America?"

Little Steve nodded solemnly.

"He's the guy you want to grow up to be. Got that?"

"Yes sir, Mr Bucky."

"But if you ever tell him I said that, you'll never get candy here again. Understood?" Bucky said sternly, dropping his last candy bar into the kid's pumpkin basket.

"I'd better get going or I'll miss out on the good candy. No offense, but you gotta get something better than this."

"Working on it, pal," Bucky smiled as you turned the corner, arms laden with several bags. He unburdened you and emptied the contents of one bag into Little Steve's small hands.

He delighted in the sight of the boy's bright eyes and toothy grin. "Thanks!" he cried, backing away with his sugary horde.

"Don't eat it all at once!" Bucky called after him. 

You stood to the side watching the way Bucky had spoken to the little boy, giving him a smug smile.

"What?" Bucky frowned.

"What was that about?" You pointed between Bucky and the spot where Little Steve had stood.

"Kids these days, no respect. We didn't have the luxury of being given this much sugar when I was a kid."

"Is that why you gave him half of what I just brought back?"

Bucky shrugged.

"Come on, let's go inside. The kids may think that blood is fake, but I know better!" You steered Bucky into the apartment. "And if you're good, you'll get a treat too!"

“Did I mention that dress looks incredible on you?" Bucky smirked, eyeing your rockabilly cap sleeve dress with its sweetheart neck and flared skirt. True to the Halloween spirit, it was covered in a pumpkin and ghost design.

You put your arms around his neck. “There will definitely be treats tonight,” you purred into his ear.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Regretful words

Pairing: 40!Steve Rogers X 40’s!Reader.

Word count: 819 words.

Summary: Steve didn’t wait for you to take you to the dance.

Warnings: Angst, kind of cheating, feelings of regret.

A/N: This is my entry to @jessybarnes’s Jessy Reaches 500 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt angst #4:

"I don’t forgive you."

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The 40's.

The hum of the music echoed, you didn't know where it was coming from, but it wasn't supposed to be loud, so you continued with what you were doing. Steve had his gaze fixed on you.

The tension between you had grown in the last few weeks. Steve was committed to his duties as Captain America often took him away from you. On one such night, he promised you that you would attend the charity ball together, but when the day came, he seemed to change his mind, he didn't even say anything to you, he just left.

You thought maybe he got desperate and went ahead while you finished getting ready, so you arrived at the place alone, but what you saw shocked you. Margaret Carter was holding Steve's arm.

You moved a little closer, and after a few minutes, you found yourself watching from a distance as Steve and Peggy danced, their faces illuminated by the dim light of the room. Tears threatened to blur your eyes.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You left, and when he arrived they would talk, you didn't even know how but throughout your wait, you had a forced smile on your face as you tried to hide the pain.

"Steve," you said in a firm but shaky voice as soon as he arrived, "I never thought you would break a promise."

Steve looked up to meet your eyes full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he muttered, a regretful expression on his face. "There was a change of plans, and I thought you'd understand."

You couldn't bear to look at him. "It's not enough, Steve. You promised we'd be together tonight, but it looks like you had a new dance partner. I don't forgive you." With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Steve behind.

The days that followed were a disaster. The unanswered phone calls and unopened letters continued. Steve would try to apologize, to explain, but you wouldn't listen.

A week later, life took an unexpected turn. News of Steve's disappearance spread like wildfire.

In the solitude of your apartment, you found yourself holding one of Steve's unopened letters. Tears were falling on the paper as you read his words of regret and love.

The nights were long and lonely, all you had now were the memories. The tears were constant as you clung to the hope that Steve would return to your side.

Then, one cold morning, a report came into your hands. News of Steve Rogers' death spread quickly and you didn't know what to do.

The impact of the news was devastating. The tears seemed like they would never stop. Memories of nights shared with Steve became more vivid and painful. Every corner of your apartment seemed to whisper his name, now you didn't know what you would do.

You dove into the unopened letters Steve had sent you before his disappearance. Words of love, of regret, of broken promises. The paper seemed to carry with it the echo of his voice, and each word echoed in your mind as if he were there speaking to you. There were moments when you wished you had not said those last words, you wished you could go back and change the course of history.

You found solace in the photographs you had taken together, which were now displayed in every corner of your home.

One melancholy afternoon, while you were looking at one of those photographs, an unexpected visitor arrived. A military officer knocked on your door, holding a small box in his hands.

"My condolences," he murmured as he handed you the box.

Inside the box were personal effects, and a few more medals for Steve's service. His uniform, and his most treasured belongings, were all carefully stored like a treasure trove.

You sat silently, staring at the box as if it might reveal some secret that would help you understand what had happened. Among his belongings, you found a letter Steve had written shortly before his last mission. Your trembling hands opened the envelope, and his words filled the air.

"Dear Y/N,

If you're reading this, it means things didn't go as we had hoped. I want you to know that every day away from you was a day filled with regret. I made mistakes, and I am deeply sorry. The night of the dance, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I can't change the past. I just want you to remember the good times, and I hope someday you can forgive me. My heart will always belong to you, even beyond this world.

Love, Steve."

The tears came back to your eyes. The regret in his writing was palpable, and you wondered if things might have been different if you had known earlier how he felt.

Now you didn't know how to go on with your life in a world without Steve.

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[jessybarnes]

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Angst:

"You can't be bitter now, this was your decision." (1/2)

"Let me go." (1/2)

"I let you in. I let my guard down, and you made me feel like I'm no good." (0/2)

"I don't forgive you." (1/2)

"You know what? Everyone was right, you don't deserve me." (0/2)

"Don't you dare leave me! Not like this." (2/2)

"You're too late." (0/2)

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." (1/2)

"How could you? After all that we've been through, how could you?" (0/2)

"I don't feel like I'm worthy of you. I don't deserve you." (0/2)

Fluff:

"You did all of this for me?" (1/2)

"I swear I fall in love with you more and more each day." (0/2)

"I haven't been this happy in so long." (0/2)

"I would be honored to be your first kiss." (2/2)

"Come here and snuggle with me." (1/2)

"Kiss me again." (2/2)

"Will you sing to me?" (0/2)

"Will you marry me?" (0/2)

"That dress looks incredible on you." (2/2)

"Stop! That tickles!" (0/2)

Smut:

"That's it, baby. Take it like a good girl." (1/2)

"Look at you. You're dripping wet and I've barely touched you." (0/2)

"You'll cum only when I tell you to. Got it?" (0/2)

"Make me." (0/2)

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge here." (0/2)

"Don't test me, sweetheart." (0/2)

"Did I say you could stop?" (0/2)

"You look so pretty on your knees with my cock buried in your throat." (0/2)

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg for it." (0/2)

"You're so beautiful. All spread out like this just for me." (0/2)

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Prince Bucky | Stucky

Pairing -> Prince!Bucky Barnes x VacationApartmentOwner!Steve Rogers

Summary -> A snowstorm is coming and Bucky has no other opportunity to go to the vacation apartment which is the only building nearby. The owner of the apartment wanted to check all and is stuck in it as well. So one small apartment, two man, and a snowstorm leads to a wonderful night for both of them.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 2.k

Prompt -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo | B2 | snowstorm | @sweetspicybingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | N2 | “Just because it’s cliche it doesn’t mean it’s not romantic.” | @sebastianstanbingo | 500 Follower Special | “You did all this for me?” “I would be hornored to be your first kiss.” | @jessybarnes

A/N -> This is the special oneshot for the 25th December and then we are finished with the Fluffcember event. I hope you all enjoy reading it.

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Masterlist | Fluffcember | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | Stucky Masterlist

Cold wind, a lot of snow, and in the middle of both a James Buchanan Barnes, the prince of the state. He was on a gala, and when he managed to escape there, he made his way home. But to be inconspicuous, he walks home, no car, no bus, and no horse.

He mumbles something into his jacket, his hands covered in his sleeves and a scarf wrapped around his neck. He wears a suit underneath his jacket and black leather shoes. James hair is in a tight bun, except for a few strands that are hanging in his face.

All around him is forest, and because he doesn't want to get lost, he walks on the street. But even there, it gets harder to see something around him. The winter this year is freezing, and the coming snowstorm doesn’t make it better.

For a moment, he thinks of walking back to the gala. There are a lot of people, but it’s also warm there; he could drink hot tea and wouldn't walk straight into a snowstorm.

James phone is buzzing, and he looks annoyed down to his pocket before he frees his hand out of his sleeves. Reaching for his phone and picking up the call.

“James? Where are you?” His bodyguard asks, and he gets a sarcastic chuckle from the brown-haired prince.

“I’m in the middle of nowhere,” he replies and looks around. He really doesn’t know where he is or how he could describe where he is. Everywhere there is snow and a lot of trees, so even when there would be a village a few meters away, he couldn’t see them because of the fog.

“Tell me what you see, and I will pick you up there. The snowstorm will be worse,” Joe, one of his bodyguards, says.

“I see…“ James spins around before he continues talking. "...Trees, a lot of snow, and the street, but just like two meters around me,” he says, walking through the snow, slowly freezing.

Joe sighs and is quiet for a moment before he clears his throat. “They told us we couldn’t go out for the next few hours. Do you have any places around you where you can go right now?” The bodyguard asks, slightly scared.

“When I’m not completely wrong, there will be a little vacation apartment in a few meters or kilometers,” James laughs, and they hang up.

The brown-haired young man hides his hands in his sleeves again and walks a bit faster. He knows there has to be a vacation apartment.

After around five hundred meters, he finally sees the house he is looking for. Completely freezing and hurting bones, he walks to the door, hoping it’s open.

Some lights are shining from the inside, and he smiles slightly. No matter how many pictures they want, how many signatures, or whatever, he will ask if he can stay there until the snowstorm is over.

James knocks at the door and takes a step back; just a moment later, another man opens the door. He is James's age but has short, blond hair.

“Hey,” James says with a soft smile, and the other man nods. He scans the man in front of him and takes a step to the side. “Hey, want to come in? Its cold outside,” he offers, and James walks into the apartment.

He is immediately greeted by the warmth, and he feels his hurting body even more. But at the same time, he feels the warmth around him slowly warming him. When he inhales deeply, he can smell the hot chocolate somewhere in the apartment.

“Could I wait here until the snowstorm is over?” The brown-haired man asks and opens his jacket. “Of course, take off your shoes and jacket and come with me. I made hot chocolate; do you want some too?” The blond-haired man asks, and James nods.

He takes off his shoes and jacket before he follows the other into the kitchen. “I’m Steve. And I’m the owner of that vacation apartment,” he says, looking for two cups. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky,” he says, winking at Steve.

For a moment, he looks at Steve, but when the blond-haired man gives him the cup, he smiles and takes it before both of them walk to the couch.

Steve looks like he doesn’t know Bucky, or does he only act like that? Maybe he doesn’t want to be weird or he really doesn’t know the prince, and Bucky is oke with that, so he doesn’t have to take photos or give him hundreds of signatures he can sell later.

The two sit down, with Steve next to Bucky. In front of the couch is a small table, and behind it is a small fireplace with a small fire. “It’s really comfortable here, like those romantic movies where they are stuck in a house because of a snowstorm,” Bucky says, laughing.

For a moment, Steve is just side-eyeing the man next to him, fascinated by his laugh and the way his nose is scrunching. Which is definitely something he finds adorable. Steve could look at Bucky the whole time, the lips and eyes, his soft hair, and the way he leans his head slightly back when he laughs.

“Yes, but they can be really good; want to see one?” Steve asks and points to the tablet on the table. “It’s small, but if you don’t mind us cuddling,” he adds, and Bucky smiles at him. “I don’t mind; it’s an honor to cuddle with such a beautiful and kind man,” Bucky says with a chuckle.

Steve blushes immediately and reaches for the tablet. While he is looking for a movie, Bucky has an idea. He looks around. “Can I borrow the pillows behind you?” He asks nicely, and when the other man nods, he grips them and a few others, as well as some blankets.

Bucky walks to the fireplace and places the pillows and blankets in front of it. Making it comfortable for both of them. “Do you have some chips or something?” He turns to Steve, patiently waiting until he looks up from the tablet.

With a thoughtful expression on his face, he nods. “Yes, in the kitchen next to the fridge, there should be some chips,” he tells Bucky, who is already on his way to the kitchen.

Steve looks at Bucky in the way he walks, and when the brown-haired man turns around and shows the chips, he catches Steve looking at him. “Those?” He asks, and Steve nods, tuning his attention back to the tablet and the movies.

When he has a movie he wants to see and Bucky agrees while he lays in his stomach in front of the fireplace, Steve gets up and places the tablet in front of Bucky before he lays next to him.

Bucky feels Steve touching him softly, and a small smile appears on his lips. They both enjoy the movie together, the slight touches, and, of course, the chips.

“This was a great one; I love it. The way those both kiss in front of a fireplace with the mistletoe above their heads,” Steve sighs and sits up. Bucky does the same, looking up for a second before he looks at Steve again. “We have no mistletoe, but we could do the other things you said,” Bucky whispers, looking into Steve’s eyes, and the other man blushes again.

Bucky manages to make him blush whenever he looks at him or talks at him. He can almost just think about Bucky, and he feels the warmth rushing through his body and the goosebumps when they accidentally touch. But he likes the feeling he has with the other man, the warmth and comfort.

Steve smiles at Bucky. “That’s like a cliche, and it would be my first kiss,” he laughs softly and is a bit ashamed. The brown-haired man shrugs and leans closer; his hands find their way to capture Steve’s face, and when his lips are just a few inches away from Steve, he chuckles. “Just because it’s cliche doesn't mean it’s not romantic,” Bucky says, leaning a bit closer. “I would be honored to be your first kiss,” he whispers, kissing Steve.

They move their lips slowly, and Steve’s hands find their home on Bucky’s thighs. He had already imagined his first kiss, but this is way better than he ever expected. And he is glad that Bucky is the one he can share his first kiss with and the one who makes him feel the way he does right now: happy and comfortable.

When they pull away, they look into each other's eyes, smiling wide and catching their breath. “Thank you; this was perfect,” Steve mumbles against Bucky's lips, and Bucky chuckles. “I think so too. What about another movie and some more cuddles and kisses?” He asks, and Steve nods, laying down and snuggling into Bucky's side.

The brown-haired man lays down too and wraps his arm around Steve. They look for another movie, and they both can’t keep their eyes off the other person.

They spent the night together with a lot of kisses and even more cuddles. Steve is the first one who is awake, looking at the man next to him who is sleeping and snoring softly. The blond-haired man giggles lightly before he stands up and looks for his t-shirt.

When he looks out of the window, he sees a lot of snow, maybe one and a half meters high. He makes his way to the kitchen, looking for something he can prepare for breakfast.

Every now and then he looks at Bucky; he can’t get enough of that man, and even when he sleeps, he looks cute. The hair was messy, his legs were spreading, and they made up the space where Steve lay a few minutes ago. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around the pillow, which he pulled on top of him when Steve stood up to make breakfast.

The smell of hot chocolate and pancakes finds its way to Bucky, and he mumbles something while he is half asleep. Steve places everything on the table and walks to Bucky, kissing his face softly until the brown-haired man wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer.

“You’re mine,” Bucky mumbles and looks at Steve. “I’m yours, but can we eat breakfast?” He asks, and Bucky laughs, nodding softly and letting Steve stand up before he does the same. Looking for his shirt.

Steve is already at the table, and when Bucky walks towards him, his eyes widen. “That’s-“ he interrupts himself and sits down as well. “You did all this for me?” He asks when Steve places a plate with a pancake and a heart made with chocolate sprinkles in front of him. “Yes, because I really like you, Bucky,” he says, blushing slightly.

“I like you too, but I need to tell you something,” Bucky says. He bites into his pancake and looks at Steve. “You have a boyfriend? You don’t like boys in that way?” Steve asks, but Bucky shakes his head.

He inhales deeply, smiling at Steve, and then he runs his fingers through his hair. A light chuckle escapes his lips before he bites into the pancake again. “I’m the prince, and I should have told you earlier. But it felt so good that you liked me because I am the person who I am and not because I’m the prince,” he admits, looking at the other man.

Steve's gaze is soft. “Do I need to act differently now? Do you want me to call you sir?” He asks, laughing. “Because when you say yes, then I don't do it. You could have told me, but I’m not mad. It’s understandable that you want people to like you because you’re adorable and lovely, not because you're a prince and rich. As long as you don’t mind that I’m not a prince, I don’t mind that you’re one, my prince,” Steve adds, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I don’t mind, but you’re going to be my king,” Bucky says, and he captures Steve’s face with his hands. Then he leans closer and kisses him, feeling the warm, plump lips on his.

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[jessybarnes]

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✍️ - angst #7

Hello, sweet anon! Thank you so much for your support! ❤️

I hope my writing this using Steve, Bucky, and the reader was okay. If you'd like to resend another ask and pick a different character you can always do that too! 🥰

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Angst prompt #7: "You're too late."

Steve thought he was doing the right thing. He knew you were still upset from what happened on the last mission. Anyone with eyes could see that you were struggling, but the thing is, Steve's never been great with deciphering women's feelings. He didn't know you longed for him to hold you. He didn't know you cried yourself to sleep at night thinking he didn't harbor the same feelings as you did anymore.

Until it was too late.

He started noticing little differences in your behavior towards him. You'd only talk business with him, the only physical contact you shared was during training sessions, and then there were the parties.

Tony always hosted elaborate events, and typically Steve would at least share one dance with you. Not tonight though, tonight you were nowhere to be seen.

He looked around until he spotted Natasha tending the bar and walked over to her, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Have you seen, Y/N?"

Natasha sighed and took a sip of her martini, taking the olive between her teeth. She chewed on it thoughtfully for a moment before nodding towards the hallway.

"She's in her room getting ready."

Now Steve was just confused. The party had been going on for quite a while, and he wasn't aware of another event happening tonight.

"Ready for what? Is there something I don't know? She's been acting off lately and I-"

"Steve, she's been acting off lately because of you. I thought you knew how she felt...we all did. Everyone thought you'd moved on. That you were no longer interested in her that way."

Steve shook his head, "No, I...I was just giving her space because I thought...s-she was...I mean-"

Natasha nodded toward the center of the room, and when Steve turned around his heart sank. There you stood, wearing his favorite dress you owned, with his best friend's arm wrapped around your waist.

Bucky held you close to him, his eyes staring into yours as the two of you danced together. You looked back at Bucky with the same love and adoration, the same way you used to look at him.

He turned back to Natasha, his heart breaking with every beat. He knows he should have done better by you.

"I should have checked on her, I-I wanted to comfort her, but I thought...I thought I was doing the right thing by giving her space."

Nat looks at Steve sympathetically, "I know that now, and I'm sorry, Steve. It's unfortunate that it turned out this way, that it all became a misunderstanding, but you shouldn't interfere now. You see how happy Bucky is? How happy she is?"

Steve gives the two of you one final look before looking back at Natasha. She slides him a glass of Asgardian mead and sighs.

"You're too late."

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[nekoannie-chan]

Palabras de arrepentimiento

Pareja: 40!Steve Rogers X 40’!Lectora.

Palabras: 795 palabras.

Sinopsis: Steve no te espero para llevarte al baile.

Advertencias: Angst, algo así como engaño, sentimientos de arrepentimiento.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Jessy Reaches 500 Followers Writing Challenge con el diálogo angst #4:

"No te perdono."

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Años 40’s.

El zumbido de la música resonaba, no sabías de dónde venía, pero se suponía que no debería de haber ruido, continuaste con lo que estabas haciendo. Steve tenía su mirada estaba fijada en ti.

La tensión entre ustedes había crecido en las últimas semanas. Steve estaba comprometido con sus deberes como Capitán América a menudo lo llevaban lejos de ti. En una de esas noches, te prometió que asistirían juntos al baile benéfico, pero cuando llegó el día, él pareció cambiar de opinión, ni siquiera te dijo algo, simplemente se fue.

Creíste que quizás se había desesperado y se adelantó en lo que terminabas de arreglarte, así que llegaste al lugar sola, pero lo que viste, te dejó estupefacta. Margaret Carter estaba tomada del brazo de Steve.

Te acercaste un poco, luego de unos minutos, te encontraste observando desde la distancia mientras Steve y Peggy bailaban, sus rostros iluminados por la luz tenue del salón. Las lágrimas amenazaron con empañar tus ojos.

Finalmente, no pudiste soportarlo más. Te fuiste, cuando él llegara hablarían, ni siquiera supiste como pero durante toda tu espera, tuviste una sonrisa forzada en tu rostro mientras tratabas de ocultar el dolor.

—Steve —dijiste con voz firme pero temblorosa en cuanto llegó—. Nunca pensé que romperías una promesa.

Steve levantó la mirada para encontrarse con tus ojos llenos de decepción.

—Lo siento, T/N —murmuró, con una expresión de pesar en su rostro. —Hubo un cambio de planes, y pensé que entenderías.

No podías soportar mirarlo. —No es suficiente, Steve. Prometiste que estaríamos juntos esta noche, pero parece que tuviste una nueva pareja de baile. No te perdono. —Con eso, te diste la vuelta y te alejaste, dejando atrás a Steve.

Los días que siguieron fueron un desastre. Las llamadas telefónicas no contestadas y las cartas sin abrir continuaron. Steve intentaba disculparse, explicar, pero tú no lo escuchabas.

Una semana después, la vida dio un giro inesperado. Las noticias de la desaparición de Steve, se extendieron como un reguero de pólvora

En la soledad de tu apartamento, te encontraste sosteniendo una de las cartas sin abrir de Steve. Lágrimas caían sobre el papel mientras leías sus palabras de arrepentimiento y amor.

Las noches eran largas y solitarias, lo único que ahora tenías eran los recuerdos. Las lágrimas eran constantes mientras te aferrabas a la esperanza de que Steve regresaría a tu lado.

Entonces, una mañana fría, un informe llegó a tus manos. La noticia de la muerte de Steve Rogers se extendió rápidamente y no sabías que hacer.

El impacto de la noticia fue devastador. Las lágrimas parecían que nunca más se iban a detener. Los recuerdos de las noches compartidas con Steve se volvieron más vívidos y dolorosos. Cada rincón de tu apartamento parecía susurrar su nombre, ahora no sabías que harías.

Te sumergiste en las cartas sin abrir que Steve te había enviado antes de su desaparición. Palabras de amor, de arrepentimiento, de promesas rotas. El papel parecía llevar consigo el eco de su voz, y cada palabra resonaba tu mente como si él estuviera ahí hablándote. Hubo momentos en los que deseaste no haber dicho esas últimas palabras, deseaste poder volver atrás y cambiar el curso de la historia.

Encontraste consuelo en las fotografías que habías tomado juntos, las cuales ahora se exhibían en cada rincón de tu hogar.

En una tarde melancólica, mientras observabas una de esas fotografías, llegó una visita inesperada. Un oficial militar tocó tu puerta, sosteniendo una pequeña caja en sus manos.

—Mis condolencias —murmuró mientras te entregaba la caja.

Dentro de la caja se hallaban los efectos personales, y unas cuantas medallas más por el servicio de Steve. Su uniforme, sus pertenencias más preciadas, todo cuidadosamente guardado como un tesoro

Te sentaste en silencio, mirando fijamente la caja como si pudiera revelar algún secreto que te ayudara a entender lo que había sucedido. Entre sus pertenencias, encontraste una carta que Steve había escrito poco antes de su última misión. Tus manos temblorosas abrieron el sobre, y sus palabras llenaron el aire.

Querida T/N,

Si estás leyendo esto, significa que las cosas no salieron como esperábamos. Quiero que sepas que cada día lejos de ti fue un día lleno de arrepentimiento. Cometí errores, y lo siento profundamente. La noche del baile, no fue mi intención lastimarte, pero no puedo cambiar el pasado. Solo quiero que recuerdes los buenos momentos, y espero que algún día puedas perdonarme. Mi corazón siempre te pertenecerá, incluso más allá de este mundo.

Con amor, Steve.

Las lágrimas volvieron a tus ojos. El arrepentimiento en su escritura era palpable, y te preguntaste si las cosas podrían haber sido diferentes si hubieras sabido antes lo que él sentía.

Ahora no sabías como continuar con tu vida en un mundo sin Steve.

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[jessybarnes]

Hi love!

Congratulations again on your big milstone! I have a mood board request! Could i request loki and reader ballroom dancing? Or a Loki and Emma Swan(Once)? Either one. If it is to hard let me know I'll resend an ask

Hi, baby! ❤️ Thank you for the moodboard request! I had so much fun with this one! 🥰🥰

I chose Loki and a ballroom aesthetic. I hope you like it, sweetheart 😘

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💋

Congrats on the 500 darling!!

Hi, sweetheart 🥰🥰 Thank you so much for sending in an ask and for the congrats!! Feel free to send more!

The character and theme @cevansbaby-dove chose for the moodboard were Nomad Steve Rogers and Fall. ❤️

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[jessybarnes]

Hi sugar!

How's my girl? Sorry i haven't been responding much... beem busy coming back from the misson.... but thats no excuse *sigh* amway i heard and sayw you "tagged" me i think thats what people online call it? Man i still new to this online thing.... *rubs my neck* anywho you were having a big 500 followers celebration? I wanted to say congratulations baby girl! It is well deserved by someone who is as talented as you, amazing as you, such a kind soul as you! *kiss your lips* i heard you can make "make requests"? I like to request a "moodboard" please! One that symbolizes our love me and Buck if thats possible? Please/thank you

*my checks grew warm as a smile forms on my lips* he means the world to me and pretry soon im going to pop the question shhh dont tell him! Its our little secret *winks*

I love you girls too! You all mean the world to me and i would do anything to make sure you all are happy!

Hi, handsome!! Thank you so much for sending me an ask and for the congratulations ❤️ I'm so happy you sent in a request for a moodboard. I know how much you and @bucky-barnesrp love each other. I hope you both like what I made. I'm sorry it took me so long, I had to make sure the pictures were as perfect as I could make them.

I love you and Bucky so much 🥰

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[jessybarnes]

Again congrats on the 500 followers!

💎 - just because i want to talk to you about "Stay"

First and foremost, I must say I can't comment much about your writing skill in terms of the use of "pretty words" and all, because i myself is new at writing. so i'm not nearly qualified to judge but!! What i can comment on is how you make feel throughout the fic. With that said, I will be needing you to compensate me because a heart has been broken. You have triggered the melancholy side of me and damn does it shatter my heart to pieces. I love me some one-sided love angst; I mean I always like reading how unrequited love is written. Like, the pain, the longing, the joy that laced with doubt, everything about it. And the way wrote it!! Just muahh *chef's kiss*. Now the three things I always love in my stories (whether in reading ot writing) are angst, fluff and smut. And the fact that you have these is also another reason why i love it!! I don't know what else to say so why not we go through some reaction that you pulled out of me.

Here's some real reaction that went through when reading this fic:

Your warning of "out of character bucky"

oh please, emotional or not, we love him regardless. Tbh it is nice to see diverse characteristic from bucky, like he does in this fic. It expand my imagination to interesting possibilities 💫

You immediately choked on the cereal, the milk going down the wrong pipe making your face turn a deep red.

The whole scene was fucking relatable i would spil everything in my mouth if i saw him like that too 😩🤌🏼

"..the moment you stepped off that elevator the first time, my heart was yours. It chose you, James. You."

The imagery in my head was too beautiful that I fell in love with bucky... again!

By the time you were finished, tears were sliding down your cheeks onto the paper. You took a deep shaky breath and tried to stifle your sobs.

This. This pain. Yup. This is what why I love reading unrequited angst 🥀

"I ruin everything I fuckin' touch…" 

You can ruin me any time baby. Sorry, sorry. I was trying to distract myself from the pain 😭

His voice was firm, and it eerily resembled the tone he had when he was the Winter Soldier all those years ago.

Oooofff chills down my spine yall. Like imagine his eyes went void for just a split second there, so fast that Steve didn't manage to notice. Damn.

"A woman named Y/N Barnes was life-lined here. I need to see her."

*Gasped loudly* Excuse mee??? Am i your wife now?? When did we get married and how come I forgot??

"She's my wife!" 

Wait. Wait. WAIT!! I am??!!! Omg am i married??!! To you?? (Not me talking to bucky as if he can hear me)

"Alright, I gotta ask… since… uh… when did Y/N become your wife, mate?"

EXACTLYYYYY. THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

"I w-was always scared. Scared to let you in, because I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want him to take you from me"

I'd do anything to have the soldat's cameo. Even if its just an allusion of him.

He would tell you stories from the ‘40s and at night Bucky would read to you.

I am a simple girl. I just want bucky to tell me stories of his past and read to me in my sleep. I'll die happy. 🤧

Then you woke up to Bucky and wait,… husband?! 

*gasped in shock* we really don't know when we got married do we?

"I lied and said you were my wife so they'd let me see you." 

God he is so dramatic and i love him so much 😭💞

"You like that, doll? Do you like when I kiss you here? Gonna mark your pretty skin so everyone knows you're mine." 

Yes please 🧎🏻‍♀️🥺

Can't comment much on the smut because it was amazing I just forgot to jot down my reaction.

You kissed the tip of his nose and rested your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

I love soft kisses in fics. Giving or receiving. Please i just want to pamper every part of his face and body with all of my kisses.

You were finally home.

Urghhh such a classic line yet as powerful as ever.

So that conclude my long-ass ranting 😂

And just so you know, I have gone through all your bucky fics. I will properly reblog them when I have the time. With that said, I want to give special shoutout to another fic you wrote call "Unexpected Saviour" because it was so cute, I love Cadence so much; I want to blow raspberry against her cheeks.

Anyway, thank you for writing such amazing works, I enjoyed my time reading them. And I hope you will enjoy mine as well! Looking forward to hear from you soon! Until then, I'm sending virtual kisses and hugs!

– yinn 💙

BABY OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭

PLEASE I AM SOBBING AT WORK, I- 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

I can't even begin to explain to you how much this means to me. The amount of detail, research, tears, and dedication I put into Stay is monumental.

But this? This breakdown and detail of how you reacted? This blew me away and I cannot even tell you how happy this made me.

Unexpected Savior is actually about my daughter. She is in love with Bucky and has been since she was very young. She's almost 12 now, but I know for a fact that if Bucky was real and that scenario happened in real life she would do that. She'd defend him just like little Cadence did. (Cadence is actually her middle name 😅). And because I can't pass up an opportunity to gush about how cute my baby girl is, she wanted to propose to Sebastian for her birthday last year and I actually took her to meet him at New York comic con last October. She proposed, he said yes, and I recorded the autograph session. You can watch that video here. ❤️

But back to you, you amazing, beautiful, talented, sweetheart... I just... I'm speechless. I...I love you and I...I just...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me and reblogging my stuff and participating in my writing challenge and just...thank you for everything. 🥺❤️

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[jessybarnes]

💋

Ransom Drysdale, dark/mob

Hi, baby! ❤️ Thank you so very much for your moodboard request! I'm so sorry this took so long to make. I really wanted to get the photo shop I did as perfect as I could. Also, I'm working on your Bucky moodboard request too. 🥰

Feel free to send more stuff for my ask game, sweetheart 😘

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[jessybarnes]

Hi! Firstly, can I say congrats on your 500!

I'm not sure if I'm too late to the party, but I can I join your challenge? with the fluff prompt #9 ("That dress looks incredible on you.") please?

~mrsbuckybarnes1917 (I'll post on my Bucky blog)

Hi sweetheart ❤️ Yes, of course, you can join! I'll mark the prompt off and can't wait to see what you create! 🥰

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[jessybarnes]

hi jessy 😚 its me again lmao. i was just wondering if may i request a 💌 from you this time?

i've always been feeling doubtful about my work in general and i think it's normal and humbling for me in a way. I always look at it positively but there something awful happened recently (you can look at my pinned post for more info on that) that had me feeling negative about my writing and how it may be perceived by others.

not many people in my life knows about this writing hobby of mine so i don't really have anyone turn to, so i was hoping a sweet little note from you would help me go through this? if its not too much to ask 👉🏼👈🏼

- yinn 💙

Yinn, sweetheart, I am so so sorry that cowardly anon was rude to you! *Cracks knuckles* I'll make them wish they never said those mean things if they come back into your inbox. Just send them my way, baby. Okay? ❤️

Now onto your love note 💌:

My gorgeous Yinn,

First, I just want to tell you how amazing you are. You've got the biggest heart, and I can tell that when you care about someone, you really care. And I know we haven't been mutuals for very long, but it feels like I've known you for years! Your writing is incredible, honey. The way you describe the scenes you write? Flawless. When I read something I like to picture myself in the scene and you create that beautifully. Please never stop creating if it's what you love to do because for every jealous, hateful anon there's gonna be a whole circle of supporters ready to wrap you in a warm hug. I'm one of them. Sending you all my love, sweetheart.

❤️ Jessy

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[jessybarnes]

Hi Jessy!

How are you?

💍 please!

I'm tall red hair fair skin. I have a buble personality, i have powers but dont let that distract you! When im not saving the world i like to try new things in America, read books, start writting in a journal, and pick up cooking again!

Who would you pair me with sweet Jessy?

-Wanda❤️‍🔥😘

@scrlwitch

Hi, sweetheart 🥰 Thank you for sending in asks for my celebration. Feel free to send more too!

Well, I first would like to say that I think you're stunning. I have to admit that choosing someone to pair you with was difficult for me only because I couldn't choose. I finally narrowed it down though. I know you've been through a lot, honey, and I want you to know I'm here for you. The person I paired you with has also been through a lot, and like you, has overcome it. I feel like your softness would pair well with this person's personality. Even though they're a bit reserved, I believe you can bring them out of their shell.

I hope you're okay with my decision, baby.

I ship you with...

Natasha Romanoff

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