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Dark Paradise - Chapter (eleven / ?)
Pairing: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Series Summary: Through out your life you’ve been able to easily get used to many things. Sudden wealth, new cities, affairs, new step-parents, drugs, etc. All of these things were normal for you, your life was pretty normal to you at least. That was until a certain man flipped your world upside down.
Chapter Summary: You leave town for a few weeks to clear your head and get your priorities straight. And on Bucky’s end, he isn’t doing too well mentally.
Warnings: Some swearing and very brief descriptions of sexual harassment
Word count: 1.4k
a/n: it’s now wednesday where i live so happy loki day! also for anyone who’s not american, big bear is a city in california. you’ll understand what i’m referring to once you start reading but i thought i’d give some context ahead of time.
You softly knocked on the open door to your sisters new office before you then proceeded to enter once she gave you her approval.
One quiet sigh fell from your lips as you settled into one of the two seats in front of her desk.
When you first entered her office, she felt excited and happy to see you, but now she just felt confused as well as incredibly concerned.
You looked tired, like you hadn’t slept for weeks and weeks on end. Your cheeks were red, like you had been crying on the way up to her office.
Wanda could tell right away that something was wrong and that you were definitely not okay at all.
But she wasn’t going to force an answer out of you, she wanted you to talk to her about what you were going through at your own pace.
Your cleared your throat, preparing to speak up and you then fiddled with a loose thread in your hands from your sweater as you opened your mouth.
“I just wanted to let you know that Bucky and I aren’t a thing anymore.” you said, trying not to cry again in such a public setting.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?” she said, awkwardly.
Wanda was never able to comfort you, she was always so awkward about it. Which you became used to as well.
“I don’t know. But, I decided to go to dads cabin in Big Bear for a few weeks to clear my head. I just feel so suffocated by everything around me at the moment.” you told her, setting your hands in your lap.
As you told her your plan, her lips sunk down into a very thin line, then later a frown.
She wished she could’ve stopped you from falling for a man like Bucky, but she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to stop that. No matter how hard she could have tried.
You were in too deep.
She tapped the black pen she had been writing with against her lips a few times as she responded, “Okay, that sounds like that will be good for you (y/n). When do you leave?” she replied.
“In a few hours, I thought I’d stop by here before I head for the airport.” you explained as you gestured with your dominant hand.
She nodded, standing up to say goodbye to you as she didn’t want you to possibly be late for your flight.
She could see how much you needed this trip and she was glad that you knew what you needed.
On the cab ride there, you stared at the blue sky above you as a few tears fell down your cheeks. You sniffled as quietly as possible, desperate to go unnoticed by the driver.
The drivers eyes looked at you through the mirror just to her right. She furrowed her eyebrows at you and though she didn’t know you, she still felt bad that you were alone and clearly upset.
“You alright hun?” she asked you, her voice southern and utterly charming.
You wiped another tear away before you spoke, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just going through a bad breakup, thats all.” you told her.
“Alright, well let me know if you need anything.” she said.
You nodded and responded with a quiet ‘Thanks’ to her offer.
As the ride there continued, you thought about the short conversation you and the cab driver just had.
You lightly leaned your head against the window as you went deeper into thought and the sound of Beach Baby by Bon Iver playing on the radio became fainter.
You had said that you were going through a bad breakup. But you and Bucky weren’t even a couple, after all, he had never asked you to be his girlfriend.
You felt stupid for falling so in love with him when he wasn’t even your boyfriend to begin with.
Once you arrived at the cabin, you put your things away and went to the kitchen to prepare yourself a cup of tea.
The things you loved, especially tea, were the only things that could genuinely comfort you when you were going through this sort of thing.
They made you feel as if you were whole again, even if you felt like you were the loneliest person in the entire universe.
You sat in the window sill and admired the beautiful stars in the night sky above you while you took long but spread out sips from your mug.
You sighed once more ten minutes later as you set your now empty mug into the sink.
As you made your way to the bedroom, your fathers old ski’s caught your eye. You gently smiled as you now fully looked at them.
Even with a busy schedule, your father always tried to come to the cabin and go skiing as often as he possibly could.
You frowned at the thought of yet another bittersweet memory.
After seeing them, you thought it would be a good idea to go skiing the following day as the cabin was close to a ski resort and you hadn’t done it in a while anyways.
Like you had every night since Bucky left, you sobbed and sobbed until unconsciousness took over￼. You missed his presence with every single bone in your body.
You still felt so sad and you hoped that you would come out of this trip, a better and stronger woman.
You had to get over him eventually.
—Time Skip: One week later—
Bucky blankly stared at a photo of you together on his phone while he sat in his new apartment.
You looked so happy in it and it hurt him to know that he was the reason for the tears you were probably shedding now that he was gone.
More tears fell down his cheeks the longer he stared at the picture. He missed you so much and regretted what he did with every fiber in his being.
Since he moved into this apartment, if he wasn’t looking at photos of you, he was sleeping.
He could barely function without you there to brighten his life up everyday.
He was well aware that he shouldn’t rely on you for happiness, but he couldn’t stop himself. You made him feel alive and truly happy for once in a very long time.
He wanted to run to you, beg for your forgiveness. But he knew that you’d never forgive him, which he thought he deserved.
You had already gone through so much and he didn’t mean to cause anymore pain, he just wasn’t ready to tell you that he loved you yet.
As shitty as that sounds.
While Bucky continued to stare at his phone, he heard a couple quick knocks coming from his front door.
In response to this, Bucky groaned and hesitantly turned his phone off as he rose from his new bed.
He slowly opened the door to see Jean standing there. She looked at him with a shit eating grin on her face while he looked back at her with a confused look.
“I heard you left (y/n), I’m here for you if you need a real woman.” she said seductively as she revealed to him the red lingerie set she had on under her coat.
As she spoke she used her other hand to reach down to Bucky’s thigh that was almost fully covered by a pair of shorts. She tried to rub the area but he roughly smacked her hand away.
“You’re so rude. I just want to make you feel good.” she said, swiftly pulling her hand back and resting it on the top of her hip.
He scowled at her with pure disgust. The two of you had barely been apart and Jean was already trying to make him hers yet again.
He rolled his eyes at her as he began to speak, “Not interested. Please don’t show up here again.” he simply said. He then slammed the door in her face as he finished speaking.
“She’ll always disappoint you James! You need me! I’m a better woman than she’ll ever be!” Jean shouted through the barrier Bucky’s front door created.
“Mhm, sure.” he replied with a monotone expression to his voice.
She stomped away in anger and like he had been doing before he was interrupted, he continued to look at old photos of you.
He knew he had to go after you and get you back, no matter how pathetic he ended up looking to you.
He couldn’t live without you. You were truly the only woman for him, he didn’t want anyone else.
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summary bucky finds out that you had been hurt during a mission
pairing bucky barnes x reader
warnings knife wounds. doctors. a worried and very sweet bucky.
a/n have nice day/night <33 this fic is based on this request! thanks anon <3 not my gif
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Bucky was running through the compound halls, his mind only focused on finding you.
Quinjet had just landed and Bucky found out that you were injured. He started trembling right after he heard Steve telling him that you had a little injury. He didn’t even think about the word “little”, just focusing on the fact that you were hurt.
His thoughts were so loud but so quiet at the same time. He was so focused on finding you, he didn’t even realise that he was crying. Were you okay? Were you in pain? How could he let you get hurt? How could he fail?
I couldn’t protect her. He kept running, hoping to find you in the medical wing.
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“It should heal in just a week, just be careful, y/n.” Dr. Cho said with a small smile on her face. You nodded with a smile and thanked her before she left.
You had been on a solo mission for about three days. It was tiring and even though you had a knife wound on your stomach, the mission was pretty successful.
After Dr. Cho left, you wondered where Bucky was but since it was 2 am, you assumed he was asleep and decided not to wake him. You wanted to hug your boyfriend more than anything but you didn’t want to wake him up either.
You were almost falling asleep when you heard loud footsteps. Someone was running to the medical wing of the compound and you exactly knew who it was.
You weren’t surprised when you saw Bucky running into your room. His messy hair was in a low bun and the purple circles under his eyes were telling you he didn’t sleep in the last three days. His eyes were concerned at first but when he saw you in the medical bed, awake and alive, he let out a breath.
“Oh, thank god.” he muttered under his breath and quickly walked to the bed. He sat down on the chair next to the bed, holding your hand. He kissed your hand a few times before looking at you again.
“It’s nice to see you too, handsome.” you smiled at him.
“You have no idea, doll. You have no idea how nice it is to see you. I-I swear I stopped breathing when I heard you were hurt.” he said and you could see tears prickling his eyes. You squeezed his hand, I am here.
“How did you find out?”
“I wasn’t asleep, I saw Steve awake and asked him what was wrong, he said that you had a little injury.” he kissed your knuckles again. You put your free hand on his cheek.
“He was right, Bucky. Nothing too serious, just a little injury. Cho said it will heal in a week.” you said and he leaned in to kiss you. His lips were chapped and you could feel all the concern and love in his body. When you finally broke off, he smiled.
“I was so worried, doll.” he whispered. You kissed his cheek and scooted over on the bed, motioning Bucky to lay down next to you.
“You sure, doll? I don’t want to hurt you.” he said, making you roll your eyes.
“You could never, Bucky. Now come cuddle with me.” he grinned and carefully laid down next to you. He had an arm around your shoulder and your head was on his chest. He kissed your hair a few times after sighing.
“I would never let you out of my sight until your wound heals properly, you know that right?” he said and you looked at him.
“Would you carry me everywhere?” you asked playfully, making him smile.
“Anything you want, dollface.” he said and you closed your eyes, loving the feeling of having him this close.
“Goodnight, Bucky.” you mumbled to his chest.
“Goodnight, baby.” he said and kissed your hair, sleep taking him.
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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗱𝗮𝗱!𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗰!𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗮𝗴𝗲-𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿)
𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 (𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲)
𝗶. 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘆
𝗶𝗶. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵
𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀
𝗶𝘃. 𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝘃. 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮
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𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 @atelierbymaera, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱
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Summary: Bucky finally learns he has a guardian angel, but will he give in to his deserving happiness?
Warnings n stuff: 18+, guardian angel!reader, beefy bucky😏, kinda takes place around CW but is not canon, angst, violence, fluff, age gap(reader is around 20/21), bucky being a prick sometimes & being stubborn, mentions of blood and injuries(uhhhh a coma and prob poorly written medical stuff lol), think that’s it
Everyone has a guardian angel, even the bad guys have guardian angels. But Bucky has been inclined to believe that he does not have one. It makes sense, he’s not from this time, but his best friend Steve even has one. Bucky is a strong and firm believer that he can’t and doesn’t have one because of all of the bad things he’s been through, but that’s false. Everyone has one. His belief is wrong.
It might not be for your whole life, your guardian might randomly appear one day after times and times of saving you, or they might appear as soon as they know that you’re theirs. It all depends on timing and the angels decision. Some people die before they get to meet their angel, that’s the universes’ way of saying “they’ll see you in the next life”.
Steve has been graced with a wonderful guardian angel named Sabrith; who is your roommate and best friend. He’s known about her for a quite a bit now, before Bucky came to the tower. Bucky would be lying if he said he’s not jealous of his best friend- he wants to know what it’s like to have his own angel. He’s heard stories of guardians and their person falling in love, living a happy life. He wonders how that all works. Steve’s told him that once the angel knows of their person, the person they’re devoted to protecting, they remain here on earth until the person dies- or a slip up from the angel’s behalf or old age or perhaps a sickness that the angel cannot keep from happening happens; or the angel dies and is then reincarnated. Some angels even move to Earth when they feel is right, not when they know of their person(kind of what you did).
Steve has told Bucky a lot about Sabrith and Bucky has even seen her. Sometimes, an angel will hide, and only their person and other angels can see them, making it easier to protect their person from harm. But Sabrith is now a friend of many of the avengers, and comes around a lot. She usually only stays for long periods of time when Steve goes out on missions so she can make sure things go as smoothly as possible.
Bucky wants to know what it feels like to have an angel. Would they like it if I called them angel? Or would they only like to be called by their name? How old would they be? Sabrith is around the age of 23, so would I also get someone relatively younger? Bucky’s thoughts are endless whenever he gets alone. When Steve brings up Sabrith in conversation, whenever she’s not around, Bucky finds it hard to believe that his friend is not in love with the girl. The way Steve looks at her, talks about her, says her name; Bucky has seen that look before, and he’s almost positive he’s in love with Sabrith.
Of course, all of the avengers within the tower have angels. Even Tony....Pepper is Tony’s angel and yes, they fell in love. Bucky is the only one without an angel within the tower, Steve can tell it gets him quite upset sometimes- jealousy overcomes him a lot. But nevertheless, Bucky always says “i don’t have one, and it’s fine”. Steve knows it’s not fine, but he also knows that it can’t be true. As many things as Bucky has been through, Steve knows that he has to have an angel just like he does; Bucky deserves it, no matter if Bucky’s opinion is different than his friends.
You sit, fidgeting with the winged necklace around your neck; your grandmothers before she passed, now yours. You stare at the laptop screen, reading through more information on your person. Your leg shakes continuously as you read- a habit. You didn’t think you’d get someone....so interesting but who’s life has been full of hardships. Yes, they gave you a file with basic information in it, but the words of the woman who sat behind the desk yesterday that handed the file to you said “do other research, it won’t be hard. I honestly feel bad for you.” You were confused, but upon further inspection...you knew why she said what she said.
The last bit had bothered you though, of what she said. Because the more you’ve read, the more you’ve learned. He’s misunderstood, was brainwashed by a group called Hydra. They made him assassinate tons of people- which you knew before researching. No wonder he didn’t have one before all of this happened. He wasn’t ready, Hydra took his life into their hands, and whoever was supposed to be his angel, probably got reincarnated or got reassigned to a different person; them not being prepared for someone like him.
But you, you’re lucky enough to be The Winter Soldier’s- officially known as James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes- guardian angel.
Your mother used to tell you all the time that they’ve been saving you for someone special. You’re unique, not like other angels, you’re one of higher power. Wings of white and gold, healing hands, non-penetrable skin. You’re almost rare- almost.
Bucky is going to be lucky to have you. But you’re a bit worried. Sabrith, when she finds out, she’ll literally never let you get a breath in- since Steve has informed her about Bucky and his feelings towards having an angel. But you need time before you just show up to him, right? Most angels don’t just show up at their persons door step, it’s a slow drive usually.
You know that Bucky must be a pretty closed off person, you’ve heard Sabrith mention him a couple of times when she comes home. She’ll tell you things about the “mysterious but handsome man” who’s Steve’s best friend. How he stays in his room a lot, gets hurt during missions quite easily because his focus isn’t all there, but has yet to receive a near or fatal blow.
So you knew, as soon as you got the files yesterday, that you’re going to change Bucky’s life for the better; starting today.
“Steve, this bomb- its not disarming.” Bucky is beginning to panic as he fumbles with the wires of different colors. He’s doing what Steve told him to do, but it’s not working. “Fuck- you need to get out, now!” Bucky can hear the ticking of the explosive, he can see the red numbers counting down from fifteen. He drops everything he’s doing and begins to run.
But someone catches his arm. A man, around the same stature as Bucky, faces him with ten seconds left to get to cover. “Steve, a bit of a hold up. Don’t know if i’ll make it out.” He speaks into his comms and Steve begins to panic now. He hears grunts and hits being performed over the communications device, and then an explosion goes off.
“Bucky? Buck!??” Steve’s voice goes through the comms device in pure panic, but he doesn’t get an answer.
Before the explosion went off, Bucky felt a hand grab him- from where, he’s not sure. From who? He doesn’t know that either. They drug him away from the man who was trying to attack him, and then the bomb exploded. The attacker was flown across the room and then Bucky felt arms around him. Yet again, he wasn’t sure from who; he couldn’t see. The metal shards and objects that started flying across the room, never hit him. They only hit you, causing you slight pain and discomfort- nothing going through your skin though. And just as if nothing had happened, the feeling was gone. Bucky was on the ground, eyes closed when Steve runs in- and Steve takes one look at Bucky, now knowing what had to have happened.
When they board the jet, Steve doesn’t ask or say anything about what Bucky might’ve felt back there. He just sits beside his best friend in silence as the jet takes off back to home.
You know you’ll have your first scars starting to appear soon. There will be fights you can’t protect him from each blow in. There will be moments where you will have to abandon him in direct combat because something else- bigger and more dangerous -will come his way. Whatever scar he gets from injuries, you will get now.
Bucky has been trying to figure out what happened a week ago. Why he felt so strange. Why he came out and escaped with a few cuts and bruises. He’s so confused, but he’s still in denial. Just luck, he’s assuming.
He’s been assigned on a mission with Natasha and Sam today. Go in, grab what intel you can, get out. Bucky seems to have trouble getting out of places when he enters them on missions. Perhaps he has bad luck, but your job is to keep him safe. Angels didn’t take training classes for nothing, right? Your skills have to be in sharp shape so you can protect your person. So why wouldn’t you take extreme training?
Bucky and Natasha sneak into the building while Sam flies over the top, surveying the area. “All clear outside. Let you know if that changes.” Sam speaks, then the comms go quiet. “Okay, split up. I go left you go right. Grab the brown suitcase in room one-forty-eight, then get the files that should be tucked away at the desk.” Natasha tells Bucky, and he nods.
They spilt up and luckily, run into no guards of any type. Bucky is fast to approach the room -148-, but before he walks in- he listens. He can hear some talking going on amongst the room behind the door- the one he needs to get into- and he’s nearly sure there’s at least ten people. “Got people in the room i need to be in.” He whispers through his comms, no body replies. Bucky knows that Natasha must’ve had the same problem, and Sam must be outside dealing with some people at the moment. It’s up to him to get out of this alive, and with the intel.
You’re already in the room- hoping that Bucky stays out just a minute longer so you can do what you need to do. Angels aren’t exactly supposed to kill- it’s kind of a rule- unless their person is in danger and it calls for it. Well, right now, if Bucky comes through that door, he’s getting a few bullet wounds and you can’t have that.
You tap on the back of one of the men’s shoulders, and he turns around- confused. You punch him straight in the jaw, knocking him out, and the other guys are frantic. They’re so confused. You go up to another and do the same thing to him. Another one, one who was standing behind the one you just knocked out, looks frantic. Eyes darting around as he holds his gun out ready to shoot. You hover and kick him, sending him flying into the wall- knocking him out cold. Your wings help you land on your feet, and then you retract them back in.
Bucky then busts through the door and the remaining men’s attention turns on him. You’re fast enough to rip the gun out of one of the guys hands and hit him with the butt of it. You do the same to another right as he shoots, and thankfully, Bucky dodges the bullet.
You and Bucky- unbeknownst to him- take out the men within a minute or less. When Bucky realizes “he’s” taken down all of the men within the area, you shut the door, locking it so no one can get in as easily. You watch him grab the case, and you inspect him for wounds from a bit aways. Nothing. That’s wonderful. He also moves over and grabs a couple of files that are scattered on the table, then he turns around and stops. He stops while he’s looking dead into your direction, and you feel as if he can see you.
You know you’re not exposing yourself yet, so why is he staring so hard. “Barnes? You good? Heard shooting.” Natasha comes through his comms and he replies, “yeah, i’m good. Got the stuff.” “Good, head back out. Sam, what’s it look like?” “Good for right now, hurry though.” And Bucky is sprinting to the door. He furrows his brows as he quickly turns back around, feeling like he’s being watched, but he unlocks the door and opens it- walking out after.
About a month has past, and you’ve only gotten a couple of scars. One on your right shoulder where Bucky could have potentially lost his other arm if it wasn’t for you stepping in last minute, and one on your upper left thigh where he took a knife for Steve.
You dry yourself off with the towel, and then you begin to get dressed. You know Bucky has a mission in about an hour, so you rush to get ready as best as you can.
“Y/n?!” Sabrith shouts from outside the bathroom door, “yeah, just a sec!” As soon as you walk out, you see the folder in her hand. “When were you going to tell me?” She asks, eyes wide before she tosses the folder back onto your desk. “Soon. I just haven’t had time. He goes on a lot of missions, he likes to get into trouble. He has a bad luck streak it seems.” You step into your shoes and she huffs, “you’ve got to tell him.” You turn to her and fold your arms over your chest once you’re done with your shoes, “you think he’ll believe me? You think that he’ll actually listen?”
Sabrith contemplates for a moment, “Steve could help persuade him. Maybe i can talk to Steve and tell him that i know Bucky’s angel and he could help out? Bucky will listen to Steve. Trust me, i’ve seen it.” Sabrith gives you a smile before turning around and walking out of your room. Maybe i should tell him.... “Hey! Uh.... yeah, talk to Steve for me.” “Gotcha!”
The mission didn’t exactly go as planned. Bucky and Sam got split up from Steve and Natasha, and the two separate teams got ambushed by tons of guards. They all barely made it out, and if it wasn’t for the help of you and the rest of their angels, they’d probably have never made it out.
Bucky suffered a huge gash on his abdomen. You can feel the pain from where you sit a little ways from him. He’s trying to hide it, but it’s not working. The faces he makes when the jet hits some turbulence, gives it away. “Hey, you need to go to the med-.” “Not doing that, hate doctors. I’ll be fine.” Bucky grumbles and waves Steve’s concerned comment off. “Buck-.” “I’m tellin’ you Stevie, i’ll be fine.” Bucky hisses out in pain while he clutches his stomach. Your heart drops at the scene. You look over and see Sabrith, and it’s as if she could see you, she’s glaring right at you.
“Can you at least let me see it?” Steve asks as he tries to remove Bucky’s hand, but Bucky refuses. You know this is going to be a long flight, and you wish you could just heal him; but you can’t now. You’ll have to show yourself first. “Do it.” Sabrith whispers right into your ear, and you jump. “He’ll probably either bleed out or get a nasty infection. Do it, y/n.” She whispers again. You glance around, no one else can see you or her right now, they can’t hear you either- thankfully. “You talk to Steve asap, and i will.” You reassure her with kind eyes, Sabrith nods before she gets up.
You watch Bucky walk- limp- into his room, and shut the door. You then hear him grunt out in pain. “Sabrith, hurry your ass up.” You huff out as you sink down onto the hallway floor. Why does he have to be so god damn stubborn? If Sabrith hurries up and talks to Steve, you can expose yourself. You just don’t want Bucky to push you out. After all, guardian angels can only heal other angels and the person they’re protecting. That should be enough to convince Bucky.
You sit on the floor, waiting and waiting. You feel like time is passing by so slow. Every time you glance at your phone only a minute or so has passed by. God, could she hurry up. His pain isn’t getting any better. You can feel it. You can feel the ache of where the knife entered through his skin. Even if the wound isn’t physical on your body, you know there will be a nasty scar across your stomach- right near the bottom of your rib cage on the left side. You can hear Bucky as well. His grunts every time he moves, you can feel the ache every time he fucking moves.
You heard him wrapping up the wound earlier, you’re nearly sure he did a shitty job of it too. It’s almost like he doesn’t care if he dies; and you fucking hate that.
As if on cue, you hear footsteps approaching you- breaking your head out of its repeated thought process. You look up and see Sabrith with Steve. They’re talking down at the end of the hall, very quietly. Then she points to about where you’re sitting. You get up, and walk towards them. “You’re telling me....she’s known for a little over a month and hasn’t told him?” “Bucky isn’t the easiest person to persuade or make listen. And you know that, Steve. She’s here, she’s right here, and she’s ready to heal him. If you’ll help her get him to listen because we all know it’s not going to be fucking easy.” Sabrith pokes Steve’s chest, but you can see by the slight smile on his lips that he’s not a bit intimidated or scared or possibly angry.
“You two done?” You reveal yourself to Steve, and he jumps a bit. “God, don’t do that.” He holds his chest and you laugh. “I’m old, don’t do that.” Steve says it again with a light chuckle. Sabrith just smiles as she waits for you to speak again. “I would like to heal Bucky now. But i know how stubborn he is, so....i kinda need your help.” You fold your arms over your chest, and Steve looks at you. “Yeah, come on. I’ll get him to listen...hopefully.”
As the two of you walk down the hall, Sabrith staying behind because this is your thing to do with Steve, you get a bit nervous. What if he pushes me away? What if he’s reluctant? What if he doesn’t like me? The things that happen to angels who can’t get along with their given person are hurtful....oh i hope he likes me.
Before you’re left to wonder anymore, you and Steve come to a stop at Bucky’s door. Steve looks at you and gives you a small smile before knocking. You shift over a bit, out of the way of Bucky’s direct eye contact for when he opens the door, and you two wait. “Buck, it’s me.” Steve yells through the door, then you both hear shuffling of feet- and a groan of pain as the bed creaks a bit.
The shuffling stops, then the door is swung open to reveal a shirtless Bucky with a poorly wrapped wound on his lower stomach. The wrap is nearly drenched in blood, and Bucky’s face has bruises that have formed over the past hour or so. The scars and skin where the metal meets his shoulder are red. They looked stressed and his shoulders look tense- in fact, his whole body looks tense. His eye bags look extremely dark from the lack of sleep you know he’s been getting. The metal arm still has blood from the mission earlier, his sweats he lazily changed into are hanging low, and his hair is in a messy half bun. His eyes are half-lidded- they’re filled with tiredness- and his left hand grips the door knob, waiting for Steve to go on with whatever it is he’s come here for.
You blink, after what feels like minutes but has only been mere seconds, and you realize- James Buchanan Barnes is beautiful. Is he an angel himself? “What’s wrong, Steve?” Bucky’s voice pulls you from your questioning thoughts and, oh god....the sound of his voice right now. “I brought someone to see you.” Oh this is my moment, oh shit.
You step a little closer to Steve and you give Bucky a shy, small smile. His eyes look from Steve to you, and he feels his heart skip a beat. He’s not sure why, but it does. You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Who is this- who’s she- and why did Steve bring her to me? How does he know her? “Hi, Bucky....I’m Y/n, your guardian angel.” You outstretch your hand, not sure if he’ll grab it or not, and wait a second. Bucky feels his stomach drop at the revelation. My guardian angel? “I- I don’t have one of those. You must be mistaken. Sorry.” Bucky simply shrugs and you feel your heart sting as you put your hand down. “N-no! I am! I’ve been following you on missions for a little over a month. I just found out a month or so ago, Steve’s angel is my roomie and best friend. I am your angel, Bucky.”
The way you say his name makes Bucky feel like he’s levitating. Like he’s a two feet off of the ground. No. No, not like this. Don’t fall for some stranger, Bucky. “No, i’m sorry I don’t think-.” “Buck, let her in.” Steve’s voice startles you a bit from behind you. You look at Bucky and he continues to look at you. Your eyes sparkle and your lips curve up into a small smile. You have this particular glow about you that makes his tummy do flips and he’s wondering if you really are an angel because fuck....she’s the most beautiful girl i’ve ever-
“Bucky? Can i come in, please?” Bucky huffs out a sigh, then slides over so you can walk in. Steve smiles, neither you or Bucky notice, but he knows that this is a good thing- that Bucky is trusting you.
Once you step in, Bucky shuts the door a little harshly. You look around and see that it’s a bit plain but comforting nonetheless. “Don’t say anything. I’ve not been here very long.” “You’ve been here....almost six months, correct?” You turn to look at Bucky and he furrows his brows, “yeah? They give you a paper or something.” He chuckles, trying to make a bitter joke, but you don’t laugh. “Uh....actually a file.” Your face heats up and he looks taken back. Maybe she really is an angel. Would explain her persona and glow.
“So, what’re you gonna do now? You’re in my room, you gonna start flying? A halo gonna appear around your head?” Bucky makes more shit jokes, and this time a small smile appears on your face. “Well, Bucky, not exactly. We angel’s don’t have halo’s. The wings are in fact real, but we don’t use them unless absolutely necessary- or to fly home.” Bucky moves to his bed and then crosses his arms. You don’t miss the small change of his expression from pain as he does so.
“Let me help you.” You move closer to him and he jerks away, so you stop. “Help me with what? This?” He motions to the bandage and you wince at the blood covering the white wrapping. “I’m fine, plus i doubt you’d really do a whole lot.” He grumbles the last part and you sigh, “how ‘bout we make a little deal, ‘kay? I help you, and if it’s enough proof, you’ll let me continue to help. If nothing happens, i leave and never, ever come back. You’ll never have to see my face again.” Never see you again? Why does that hurt so much? “Fine, do whatever.” Bucky replies bitterly, but you smile.
You carefully walk to him and then crouch down. He moves his arms and watches you carefully. He’s ready just in case you try to pull some shit on him. He doesn’t really know who you are. For all he knows you could be trying to kill him, or take him back to a Hydra base. But would a person with such an innocent face like you, do that to me? “Okay, Bucky, this might hurt a bit. Well, not exactly hurt, but feel weird. It might tingle, there might be a little pain when the wound starts to close, but that should be it.” You tell him and he finds himself nodding at your information.
You carefully place your hands on the wound after unwrapping it, applying just a light amount of pressure, and then you close your eyes. He watches you, even though it does feel discomforting, he watches as that glow you have, gets even stronger. He watches your eyelids flutter a bit and the way your chest heaves as you focus on him- on your hands. He does feel some tingling sensations, and your hands are getting a bit warmer against his skin. He feels a bit of tugging and then the discomfort is pretty much gone. Your hands are still lingering on his stomach though, but that touch- he knows it from somewhere. He’s felt that touch before. He’s felt it on missions, he’s just never seen a face or a body with it.
You suddenly pull your hands away, and the palms of them are slightly blood covered. But once Bucky looks down at his stomach, the wound is gone. There’s a soft scar there now, but there’s no more bleeding- only some dried blood-, it doesn’t hurt, it’s not an open wound. It’s just a slightly red scar. He looks back up at you in disbelief, and his mouth is parted open. “Can i use your bathroom? Normally i wouldn’t mind but, we’re not in battle so....” your voice trails off and he points to the door to his left. You mumble a small ‘thanks’ and then get up to wash your hands.
Bucky’s mind is in a whirl. You, you’re an angel- his angel. Someone as innocent, sweet, seemingly so delicate, not a monster like me....is my angel. You have to be at least twenty or twenty one- relatively young- but my heart already races when i’m near you. This is too good to be true. This can’t be happening to me, nothing good ever happens to me.
When you come back, hands clean, you take a seat beside Bucky. He’s still in shock, and you can see it. “Hey, you feel okay?” You question him, and he nods. “Yeah, just- it’s weird.” “What’s weird?” “This.”
These interactions go on for some time. You’ll heal Bucky, help him out on missions, and then that’s it. You won’t stick around for too long or longer if he doesn’t ask you to, things are okay how they’ve been going, so you’re not going to push anything or make him uncomfortable.
So after the mission today, you begin to walk towards his door like normal, but he stops you. “Hey….would you mind sticking around for a bit? I’m sure you have better things to do but-.” “I’d love to, Bucky.” You two manage to talk for several hours. He asks you questions, things about what you do when you’re not with him, what it’s like where you came from, things about you and what you like. He finally gets the courage up half way to take your hand into his and touch the scars he’s caused to appear on your fingers. “You get all of them? Because of me?” His eyes watch your hand in his as he traces the scars. “It’s my job, and i wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re special to me.”
And it’s true. Guardian angel’s people are very special to them. But there is something a bit more special about Bucky that you can’t quite pinpoint. “But i’m not worth it.” You give Bucky’s hand a squeeze and you nod, “you are. You’re worth every bit. I don’t suffer as much pain as you do, so i try to eliminate some of yours. You’ve been through a lot already.” Your other hand comes into contact with his flesh hand that’s holding yours, and your index finger traces a long scar that has been on his hand for years before. “I don’t have the ones you got before you had me, before i became your angel.”
Bucky gets goosebumps from your gentle tracing and his heart is thumping loudly in his chest. “So what’s this one from?” You ask with furrowed brows. “Uh….fight i was in when i was….him. They nearly took off my thumb.” He chuckles a bit, and you give him a small smile. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the best you can, and then your thumb rubs circles onto his skin. “You know, people are usually fascinated with the left arm, not the right one.” He mumbles, but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t enjoying your soft touch. “I’m fascinated by both. All of you fascinates me, Bucky.” Your voice is so soft, so gentle, so calm as you speak. Bucky can feel his heart beating so fast, he thinks it’s going to burst. “Really?” He whispers as he looks up at you, and if you’d only look up at him you’d see the hearts in his eyes. But you don’t. “Of course, you’re beautiful.” That makes Bucky’s breath hitch.
No one has ever called him beautiful before. An angel, a literal angel, like you? Calling him beautiful? Maybe even praising him and being fascinated by him? This is surreal.
“I have a question.” He mumbles out after he looks back down at to where you’re both touching. “Mhm?” “Can i give you a nickname?” Your heart flutters, and so does your tummy, at his question. A nickname for me? My very own nickname? He actually likes me enough to want to give me a nickname? “Of course, what would it be?”
“This might sound cliché, but i’ve always thought about calling my guardian angel…’angel’.”
Everything was going great. You two had been spending more time together, been getting a long amazingly. Hanging around together outside of missions, talking about personal things, sharing stories, movie nights, things of that nature. But everything came crumbling down today.
Today you were with him, Sam, and Sam’s angel on a mission. Things didn’t go as planned. You tried your best to protect Bucky from the blow, but you couldn’t reach him in time. You couldn’t do your job- or what has become a need to do by now, a need to protect the one you love. Bucky suffered major injuries. Thankfully, you guys weren’t far away from the tower, so you got him back fast, but now he’s unresponsive. He’s in a coma.
You can feel the aches, the pains, you can practically hear him screaming due to the nightmares he’s enduring in his sleep. You hate it. You hate it so fucking much, why couldn’t i have done my job- why couldn’t i have protected him.
You sit beside him in the small room. The steady beeps of the monitors are all that you can focus your hearing on as you watch his face for any sign of him waking. He has bruises all over his face, stitches on his arm and you know that there are stitches on his abdomen and left thigh. Before you can stop yourself, you’re crying. Your hand gently grasps his and you intertwine your fingers. Oh, how you’d love for them to squeeze your hand in a comforting attempt to hush you. You just hope he’ll be okay, that he’ll wake up in a day or so.
But of course that didn’t happen. It’s been two weeks and Bucky still isn’t awake. Everything is stable, but he’s still not responding. There have been a few toe twitches, lip twitches, and finger movements, but that’s it. You have gone nowhere. You’re not needed anywhere else and even if you were, they couldn’t drag you out. Sabrith has been bringing you food and she brought you a charger for your phone. You’ve been either sleeping or reading some books, but that’s it. You’re dying inside.
A few new scars have formed, so that’s a good sign. At least you know he’s still Bucky, he’s not gone anywhere, and his body is still healing. You just want him to be holding your hands again, watching movies in his bed, talking about stupid things you’ve seen in stores and eating takeout in his room. You miss him.
Your eyes glance over to his face, the bruises have managed to heal pretty well and there’s only a few small cuts left. You smile, “please come back to me, Buck.” You mumble aloud, and you squeeze his right hand that you’re holding onto.
You close your eyes and a few tears escape them and roll down your cheeks. You can’t take it. This is your fault, you’re blaming yourself for this. If he doesn’t wake up, what will you do with yourself?
You walk into the room with some food in hand. You’ve been bringing Bucky food every day for the past two weeks just incase he wakes up. It’s now been four weeks total. Sabrith managed to persuade you to get out of the room, ‘maybe he needs some space to awaken’ but it’s not worked yet.
Today you brought him a burger. His favorite burger. “Bucky, i brought you your favorite burger. I know this is probably getting annoying or whatever, but….i miss you.” You wait a few seconds to see if he’ll react, or reply, but he doesn’t. You then sit the bag down on a nearby table, and take your usual seat. You gently grasp his hand into yours and you gasp, “I’m sorry, but please don’t do this. I need your here….I need you here with me. I know it sounds selfish, i know it does, but I- i think….” you can’t bring yourself to say it. You know it sounds selfish, it sounds pathetic, so you don’t. “Just- please….wake up.” You mumble while tears roll down your hot cheeks.
You then feel a squeeze on your hand and your eyes immediately go to where your hand is holding his. “Bucky?” You gasp and squeeze his hand. You see his eyes flutter a bit under his lids, and you then press the button for the doctors. You can feel a bit of weight being lifted off of your chest, almost like he’s here. He’s here with you, and that’s when his eyes open and the doctor busts in.
She immediately checks the machines and then asks him a few questions. That’s when the last question is asked, “do you know who she is?” The doctor asks Bucky while she points at you. Bucky nods, “yeah, she’s my angel. My angel.” His eyes scan over your face as they take in your every feature, and you can’t help but gasp with a small sob. “I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. He’ll probably remain here for a couple more days, but other than that, everything’s good.” And that’s when the doctor leaves.
You’re scurrying back to his bedside and your hands cup his cheeks. “You fucking scared me.” You smile as his hands gently wrap around your wrists. “I love you, angel.” He rasps out, and your heart skips a beat. “I don’t care if you don’t feel the same, i don’t care, angel. I just know that i love you. I love you so much and i couldn’t have ever dreamt of a better angel.” He brings the right palm of your hand to his lips, and he kisses it. “I love you too, Buck. That’s what- that’s what i was going to say earlier. I don’t know if you heard me but-.” “I did. I’ve heard everything. You think we’re….meant to be?”
Bucky softly whispers the last part, almost like if he were to say it any louder you’d be taken away from him. “I do, i really do.” You reply with a quick nod of your head, and he smiles. It hurts when he does because of how long it’s been since he’s smiled, but he manages to for you. “Aren’t you glad that you accepted that you have an angel?” You ask with a small chuckle, and Bucky nods, “so glad, because she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s the sweetest, she’s so beautiful too. She means a lot to me and i hope she knows i’m not getting rid of her or letting her go anytime soon.” “She knows Bucky, she most definitely knows.”
You press your lips to his chapped ones, and your noses slightly brush. Bucky’s hands rest on your waist so you don’t topple down and potentially hurt yourself. Your mind is in a haze, and Bucky’s tummy is doing flips. Once you pull away, Bucky’s cheeks are covered in a blush. “This must be what it feels like to be in love, huh angel?” “The butterflies? Yeah, I felt them too, Buck. Heard all about them. It must be love.”
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hc about bucky getting a pet? maybe getting apline?
𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐛.𝐛
a/n: this is so cute wtf
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Warnings: fluff, im cat illiterate so i apologize for my lack of cat knowledge, alpine finally getting the attention he deserves, sorry for missed typos
no because bucky would be so so soft the entire time.
you'd be living together for quite some time, and it'd come up on a random saturday night while the two of you are laying in bed. bucky's arm would be around your shoulder and your head tucked under his arm resting on his chest. the tv would be playing on low in the background.
the random thought would pop in your head, "we should get a pet." you mumble. there would a be a moment of silence till you look up at him. bucky's wide-eyed, "like a living pet? like a dog?" you'd laugh sitting up, "yes a living pet! and it doesn't have to be a dog,"
bucky would start thinking of all the ways the dog could terrorize the house and get into things, "no dog. they're a lot of work. or birds- i already have to deal with a bird"
"okay fine, how about a cat? they're pretty low maintenance- for the most part." bucky thinks about it, nodding. cats are independent and he doesn't have to worry too much about it taking up a lot of space.
he agrees and you pull out your phone, looking up shelters near you. bucky is secretly excited about the plan but nervous that he'll be able to keep it alive.
throughout the next week, the two of you would be buying all the things you'd. prepping the house to make sure it's pet-friendly. the car ride to the shelter would be consumed with talk about names- which didn't seem to be going well.
"princess?" "no. that's what i call you."
"how about lilly?" "no."
"milo for a boy?" "no."
"fluf-" "absouletly not."
bucky would not be about any of the cutesy cheesy names and shot down almost every name you've came up with "we'll know when we see them" he says
the shelter would be full of different types of cats. but the one that caught bucky off guard was a white cat with blue eyes. bucky is mesmerized by the animal. "alpine. that his name. i want him." he says staring at the cat, who is sitting staring back at the beefy man.
"alpine?" "yes. alpine, he is going home with us- excuse me, we'll take 'em." you'd chuckle at the sudden attraction to the cat. the employee takes alpine out of the cage, handing him to bucky. he nudges under bucky's chin, nuzzling into his neck.
"aw, bucky! you two are so cute!" you pull out your phone, snapping pictures of the smitten new cat owner. a small smile appears on his face as alpine begins to purr under his touch.
bucky wouldn't let you hold him the entire way home- and even when you returned home, he was being whiney about giving him up. the two would be inseparable for the rest of the night.
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hi 🌹 can you write about tfatws!bucky with 20,35 from touching and 16 from kissing?
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A/N: Thank you so much for your request! ❤️ I had to re-watch that scene when they fight Walker for the shield and holy crap he really does hurt our boy 😢 This blurb is set after that fight just fyi, so this is hurt/comfort at its finest.
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KISSING PROMPT: #16: nose kisses
#20: bandaging/stitching up an injury
#35: kissing their bruises and scars
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word count: 932
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood.
Makeshift bandages were barely doing their job when Bucky showed up with cuts all over his face and body. The plate that was in your hands when he entered immediately fell to the floor with a loud crash as you ran to his arms, terrified of the state he was in but still relieved that he was there; after the news you had heard and the lack of communication on Bucky’s end, you were left a nervous wreck.
He was sitting on the foot of the bed now, with you in front of him next to a display of various antiseptics, alcohol, and cotton pads both bloody and new laying by your side. You could see him wincing whenever you pressed the cleaning liquids against the various cuts he had around his body, and the silence that reigned the room only made his hissing sound louder.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m almost done.” You kept saying as alcohol and merthiolate were rubbed against open cuts, but to be fair, Walker had made a good number on him and you were nowhere near close. With big, bright purple bruises on his back and gashes and deep cuts all over his face, it didn’t take a genius to realize that the wounds Bucky had could only have been made by someone with the same enhanced strength he had. The serum was bringing the worst out of Walker and it terrified you to think that their fight was far from being over.
Your eyes scanned Bucky’s face, the next area that needed to be taken care of, while your fingers kept working on wrapping the bandage that covered a gash on his arm. As your eyes examined the cuts on his face, they were suddenly met with deep blue eyes surrounded by crinkles at the corners.
“Why the hell are you smiling?” The worry had not left your voice completely as you asked him. “Are you delusional right now?”
“No, you are just…” He stopped himself, this time it was him who was analyzing your face. “...you are very gentle. Your hands, they… they are very soft.”
You couldn’t help the smile that was reaching your lips, matching the one he had. “I’m glad you sense that because it has been hard to stop them from shaking.” Your fingers traced his swollen cheekbone softly, testing how much it hurted Bucky to figure out how to treat it, but when his nose took in a sharp breath and his eyes closed shut you could feel your stomach turning from seeing him in pain. “This is not healing as quickly as it should.” You spoke softly, caressing the rest of his face in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m going to kill Walker myself if he keeps hurting you like this.”
Your threat made Bucky laugh softly, but the tone of your voice was making him believe you could actually commit murder. “I’ll take you on the next mission then.” He scooted closer to you, noses almost touching as your fingers grabbed a drop of healing cream to rub it on the bruises of his face.
“Don’t you even think about there being a next mission, Barnes.” You cautioned with a stern look on your face. “I like your face as it is.”
“I know, doll, I know.” He replied with an easy smile. Without averting the sight from your focused eyes, his hands went to the small of your back to rest there, tracing small patterns with his fingertips while you worked the soothing medicine on him. “Hmmm that feels good, babydoll.” Bucky purred, closing his eyes and letting the cream soak into his skin. You finally smiled, relieved that the medicines were working on him. “Such a great nurse.”
“I’m glad this feels good, Buck,” The hand that was not working on healing his face went to his hair, pushing it back affectionately to send him into a deeper state of calm since the next thing that needed healing was the awful gash displayed across his nose, and you needed him calm for that.
The moment the merthiolate soaked cotton touched his nose you heard the plaques of his arm shift as his face contorted in pain. “Fuck! This hurts like hell!” His mouth went off as if the pain could leave his body in words. His flesh hand went up to grab your forearm instinctively, trying to stop the source of the stinging, but instead he just wrapped his hand around your arm to calm himself down.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” You kept saying in a hushed voice. “I have to disinfect it baby, I'm sorry.”
“‘S alright, I can take it.” He assured you, taking deep breaths through his nose with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. You were definitely going to kill Walker. The cotton pad left his nose and he immediately let out a sigh of relief, opening his eyes to find comfort in yours again.
Delicate fingertips worked healing cream on the gash and the pain from the wound started to go away instantly. “There we go,” Once the wound was all clean and cured, you leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s all better now” You assured him with a smile before placing another kiss on his cream-cladded, swollen cheekbone.
“What about the cut on my lip?” He asked with a pout, making you laugh as you placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Don’t scare me like that ever again, okay?” You whispered, burying your face between his neck and shoulder as he held you against his chest.
You knew he couldn’t do much about it but with a kiss on the top of your head he promised it. “Never again, baby.”
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Bubblegum Lovers || C.E.
pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
warnings: none, just fluff!!
a/n: send requests pls! i have like nothing to write😩😩
summary: You love bubblegum and Chris loves you
Y/N's addiction to bubblegum was known. Any kind of gum actually but usually bubblegum. Her best friend Chris knew about it too, so when she went through her first day with her new promotion at her job , they wanted to celebrate.
“Whew, look at you, being all big and powerful!" Chris said putting his hand on your shoulder playfully.
“Yeah, it's pretty cool," You say popping your bubble before you answered.
“So what are you gonna just buy even more gum now with all the extra cash?" Chris jokes.
“Aww, You know me so well," You say fake dying with your hand on your heart.
“You know I do so I got you something." Chris pulled out maybe 3 packets of gum each of his pockets.
“Oh my god, thank you, Chris!" You say thinking of all the pieces of gum you could chew in a month.
“That's not it," Chris whispers in your ear with his hand on the other side of the log you were sitting on.
Chris and you were weird. You guys weren’t dating but you’d both get upset if the other was to do something with someone else, but you weren’t 'talking' either. You’d flirt occasionally but nothing more. It's hard to know where you stood. I mean everyone knew you two were best friends, but you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be more with Chris.
Late night drive?" He asked still as close to you as before maybe even closer.
"Always." You say and kiss his cheek. The night came with some chilly weather usually so you always had a thing of sweatshirts in the trunk of chris’ car. You grabbed one and went to sit by Chris. The moon had fully gone down and the slow hum of music from the car’s radio was the only noise.
“Where are you taking me to?" You ask curiously.
“I'm kidnapping you and leaving you in the woods for animal food," Chris said speeding up the car laughing at the funny face you made.
“No, but really where I'm taking you is a surprise." You sat back and relaxed no matter where he was taking you, you would be with him and that'd be enough. The car started to slow signaling we were close to your destination.
“Here, put this on," Chris said throwing a black bandana at you.
“No way, yesterday you wiped your sweat off with this while fixing up a truck." You say with a disgusted look on your face.
“That same day you licked my face for a dare, just put it on"
You weren’t going to put it on.
...You put it on. Not because he told you to, but because you had a change of heart and you wanted to. The car started to slow more and you could hear Chris put the car in park.
"Okay, you can step out now."
“Step out? Uh uh not me pretty boy, I'm not gonna fall on my face."
“Y/N, I’m coming to help you, calm down.” Chris laughs.
"Oh, Okay" You felt Chris’ hand slip into yours and you keep your squeal to yourself while you let yourself be led by Chris who was ahead of you.
“Okay, take off the bandana" you take it off to reveal a fire with a log and roses everywhere, It looked so beautiful. you weren’t much of a crier but this could've gotten a couple out of you.
“Wow, Chris this is amazing." you gasp
“Y/n we've been best friends ever since you gave me a piece of bubblegum, but I've loved you ever since I offered you some. Don't freak out this isn't a proposal but this is me asking you if you'd be mine, be mine when I’m grumpy, be mine when you're grump, and even be mine when you're on your last piece of gum and give it to me just because I asked." He breathes out his eyes glowing with love.
“Yes! I'll be yours through all of that, but you gotta 'nother thing coming you think you're getting my last piece of gum." You laugh out engulfing him in a kiss that made you feel eternal.
“Thank you for offering me a piece of bubble gum," You whisper against his lips.
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Lavender, Yellow & You
Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky’s journey from sleeping on the cold, hard floor to sleeping on the warm, lavender scented bed, all because of you.
Warnings/tags: a little angst if you squint, a lot of fluff, boyfriend!Bucky, extra soft!reader because that’s what Bucky deserves.
Word count: 2.4k+
A/N: please for the love of god listen to Shade Of Yellow by Griff for the whole experience, the cute lamp scenario came from there. Enjoy some soft boyfriend Bucky <3
It was like a routine by now—
He would make love to you for hours, tire you out successfully, wait for you to fall asleep and then move to the floor to sleep. He made sure to wake up before you so he can shift to the bed without you knowing anything about it.
Even though you and Bucky have been together for 7 months now, he wanted to take it slow and you understood why. He finally decided to take the relationship to the physical level 5 months later. Since then, he has spent every Saturday at your place. It’s been 2 months to that and he still couldn’t bring himself to sleep in a bed, right next to you.
As he’ll lay on the hard floor, he would pray for the nightmares to go away just for one night because he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if he gets nightmares when you’re in the same room as him. The cold against his warm skin would soothe his mind, sleep taking over him not long after.
It would be around 8am when his eyes shot open and his body jerked awake, gunshots and screams in his head from a nightmare woke him up. He quickly sat up, his eyes snapped towards your bed to make sure he didn’t wake you up
But you weren’t on the bed.
He frowned, wondering where you were when he turned to the other side, gasping when he saw you laying on the floor, curled up beside him. A pillow tucked under your head as you clutched the covers to your body.
He started to panic. He realised that you definitely knew he was sleeping on the floor and that was why you were also on the floor, next to him.
Even though the thought of you sleeping on the floor for him made his heart flutter, he was embarrassed because this is how you found out.
You found out because you woke up in the middle of the night to find your boyfriend asleep on the floor and not because he had a civilised conversation about it. Oh, he was so embarrassed.
He gently picked you up and placed you on the bed. As you stirred a little, he hoped that you wouldn’t wake up because he doesn’t know how he’ll face you after this. Thankfully, you stirred around a little before falling asleep again and he shifted to sit on the small couch in the corner of your room.
You woke up at 9am, you found yourself on the soft mattress, confused because you were pretty sure you shifted to the floor beside Bucky when you woke up in the middle of the night.
You heard the bathroom door opening when you saw him walk out, a toothbrush in his mouth as he searched for a towel. He freezed when he saw you but his shoulders relaxed when you gave him a pretty smile.
“Morning, Bucky” you said softly, your arms stretched out as you yawned.
“Hey” he said, turning around he rushed to the bathroom to wash the toothpaste out of his mouth and dried his face with the towel.
He was so prepared to talk this out with you but he was barely out of the bathroom when he heard you say,
“What do you want to have for breakfast?” You asked.
Your voice was so soft that it barely reached his ears. Bucky didn’t mind it though, he liked how you were so gentle and soft-spoken, it was peaceful.
“Pancakes?” He asked.
“Pancakes,” you nodded.
You walked to the bathroom, giving Bucky’s backside a playful spank as you walked by his side.
Bucky started to prepare the pancake mix while you brushed your teeth. He was confused as to why you didn’t question him about sleeping on the floor, he desperately wanted to clear the air, he wanted to tell you about the nightmares and why he can’t sleep on the bed, he just didn’t know how.
As you and Bucky sat around the kitchen counter, eating in peace, Bucky finally spoke up, “does your back hurt?”
You frowned, “what?”
“Your back, does it hurt?” He asked again, his palm flat on your lower back. He knew how the hard floor can be rough against the back sometimes, he knew.
“No,” you shook your head.
“You don’t have to lie to me” Bucky sighed as he finished the last of his pancakes.
“It kind of hurts but-”
Bucky didn’t hear the rest of it as he quickly got on his feet, his hands clenching and unclenching in a fist repeatedly.
“Bucky, I know, okay” you said as you got on your feet too.
“What?” He asked with a frown on his face.
You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “every time you spend your night at my place, you shift to the floor when I fall asleep”
Bucky looked away as the words fell out of your mouth.
“I know because I’ve seen you sleeping alone when sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night”
You continued when he didn’t say anything.
“I woke up last night and I was cold and I knew you were on the floor so I just- I just wanted to be next to you”
He looked up at you with wet eyes and a red nose, slowly walked back to where you were standing, he took your face in his hands and softly pressed his lips to yours.
Pulling back, he said, “I wanted to tell you but I just didn’t know how to”
You shook your head, “I know, I understand that, Bucky”
You brought his hands to your lips as you kissed his knuckles, yes, even the vibranium ones.
“We can talk about it when you feel comfortable to do so, okay?”
Bucky nodded his head, feeling thankful that you understood him even though he barely got any words out to explain himself. he was grateful for that.
“The bed just- it feels like a marshmallow, you know? Like it’s ready to swallow me whole”
You ran your fingers through Bucky’s hair as he explained why he slept on the floor. He told you about his nightmares, the softness of the bed making him feel panicked, the flashbacks to war, everything.
He was back at your place next week, spending the night with you as you sat on the floor, your back against the bed with his head in your lap.
“I understand that, a lot of veterans have that feeling, right?” you asked.
“Yes, they do,” he nodded.
“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor with you” you said slowly, watching as his face slowly turned in a frown.
“No, no, you’re sleeping on the bed” he sat up as he shook his head.
“I said no, Y/N”
You jutted your bottom lip out, your last attempt to convince him to let you sleep beside him but he wasn’t having any of it. He didn’t want you breaking your back for him.
You sighed, planting a kiss on his forehead, you climbed in your bed and Bucky laid right beside the bed, as you went to turn off your lamp, he stopped you,
“Can you keep that on” he said, “it’s dim anyway, barely gives off any light but you can turn it off if it’s gonna bother you”
You smiled as you stared down at him, “do you like the light?”
He softly nodded, “yes I- um I like it”
You watched as he slowly closed his eyes, the barely there yellow light fell on his face, the glow making his hard, manly face look so soft and young.
You smiled as you laid on your side, your hand falling down the side of the bed and touching Bucky’s shoulder. Your thumb caressing his warm skin in a soothing manner. You heard him hum in delight as sleep slowly took over you.
“I flipped my mattress today,” you said as Bucky walked inside your kitchen.
“What?” He asked as he placed the Chinese food on your kitchen counter.
“I flipped my mattress?”
“I mean, yes but why?”
“The other side of the mattress isn’t as soft as the side I sleep on right now so maybe, and this is only if you want to, maybe you can try sleeping on the bed tonight”
Bucky looked at you with a small smile, you were trying to make things better for him, he loved that about you.
After dinner, Bucky inspected your mattress and realised that yes, the bed was a little harder on this side.
He laid beside you, shifting a lot as he tried to find different positions that felt better than the previous ones.
You rested on your elbows, your face in your hands as you carefully studied his face for any reaction. You wanted to protect him, you were ready to push him on the floor if you saw any negative change in his face but you prayed it won’t go south.
“Sometimes I get erratic when I get nightmares,” Bucky whispered. He just wanted to give you a heads up.
He laid on his side, he decided that he liked it better when his whole back wasn’t flat on the mattress.
“Do you get scared?”
“Right now, I’m just scared about that feeling you get when you’re falling from a tall building in your dream, the soft mattress makes me feel like that and I hate it”
He was proud of himself for being so honest about this with you, he knew this meant that he was finally in a place where he could blindly trust you.
“If I hold you real tight, will it help?” You asked, biting your lip.
“Maybe we should test that out, doll” Bucky smiled.
Your arms automatically scooped his huge body and pulled him to your chest. His face was pressed between your breasts, hands grabbed your love handles, your chin rested on top of his head and his hair smelled like your shampoo.
“I bought some lavender scented candles, smell them” you exclaimed with a huge smile, shoving a lilac coloured candle jar up his nose.
“Oh- oh this smells good, actually”
“Right!” You beamed, “I read about how lavender helps you relax and sleep well so I thought we can light this up in the bedroom for a few hours when you’ll be staying over here”
Yes, Bucky slept just for a good hour before waking up with a nightmare the last time he stayed over and slept in your bed but he had to move to the floor again and it frustrated him more than ever so you thought it was a good idea to deal with his stress in the old fashioned way.
Bucky stopped chopping the vegetables when he heard you, heart bursting at the seams in awe. God, you loved him so much and he didn’t know how to handle it, you bought lavender scented candles for him for fuck’s sake.
He walked towards you, hands on your waist as he leaned in to peck your lips gently, “thank you”
“Anything for you, will do anything for you” you promised.
After dinner, he was engulfed in your arms, you rubbed his back up and down as the lavender scent lingered in the air and Bucky loved everything about tonight.
“Keep the lamp on” he mumbled, already half asleep in your arms.
“You really like this dim light, huh”
He hummed in agreement, his breathing slowing down to a peaceful pace. You kissed his lips one last time and pulled the covers over both of your bodies.
Bucky was so proud, he was so proud for spending one whole night on the bed with you. He didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, no nightmares but just the faint scent of lavender mixed with your vanilla body mist and your warm body pressed to his.
You even changed your shampoo to a lavender scented one and the next morning, you found Bucky’s face pressed to your pillow because he loved the scent of it. By now, both of you were sure that he was definitely a lavender boy.
He even started sleeping on the couch at his place when he wasn’t at yours. You bought him some lavender scented candles for his own place and you planned to buy him a similar lamp to the one which sits on your nightstand that he loves so damn much.
Tonight was just another night, him in your arms and the dim light of the lamp illuminated the corner of the room. You played with his dog tags as he talked for hours, about Steve and about how much he missed him and then he let you hold him close.
When his words slipped from his mouth in mumbles, you knew he was getting sleepy, your fingers continued to massage his scalp.
“Light on, got it, sarge”
He softly smiled.
“I love this shade of yellow, it’s calming” he let out a content sigh, “it makes me feel safe and sound which is rare these days”
He pulled your body closer, “you make me feel safe and sound”
You smiled, god he was so in love with you and you got so giddy just thinking about it, the happy tingles jittering all over your body.
“I’m going to buy you this exact lamp for your birthday if you love it so much” you shook your head as you giggled.
Bucky slowly opened his eyes, “or I can come running right back here to you when I miss it”
You bit your lip, your soft eyes gazing into his.
“Or maybe. . . you can bring all your stuff here and stay here every single night” you said slowly.
His eyes widened for a second as he registered your words, knowing exactly what you were asking.
“Are you- you sure, doll?” He propped up on his elbows as he looked at your face.
“Yes, I’m sure” you nodded, “want you here every single day, want you back home to me” you whimpered desperately, clutching his biceps in your small hands. You wanted to show him exactly how much you loved having him around.
Bucky smiled as he kissed you, nodding his head in agreement and you almost squealed with delight. He wanted to be back home with you every single day too.
Spending these 7 months with you, he still had a lot of things to figure out but he was absolutely sure about three things— he liked lavender scented things (especially your shampoo and the candles), his favourite colour was yellow (especially that lamp on your nightstand) and that he was truly, madly, deeply in love with you.
Can I please have one (1) fluffy, soft Bucky, pls and thxx😔
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summary the pet names Bucky calls you
pairing bucky barnes x reader
warnings fluff. pet names.
a/n Hope you like it <3 not my gif
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Doll is usually what Bucky calls you.
It’s like your name to him.
Bucky loves that it is familiar so he uses it on every simple occasion.
“I love you, doll.” or just a
“Good morning, doll.”
It just slips out of his lips very easily.
And he loves that you get frustrated whenever he calls you “doll”, no matter how long you two have been together.
it never fails to give you butterflies.
Baby is for when Bucky is needy.
“Baby, please five more minutes.”
He knows what that nickname does to you and he loves it.
You could never resist him when he calls you baby.
He would come home and hug you, mumbling:
“I missed you so much today, baby.”
(yes, he is the baby in the situation)
You two would be making out and he would whisper between kisses:
“Let me take care of you, baby.”
Bucky calls you sweetheart when he wants to comfort you.
He would hold you tightly and whisper:
“I know sweetheart, I know.”
and it always has this very special effect on you
it always calms you down
“I promise It’ll get better, sweetheart.”
Bucky just knows you better than anyone else and always knows what to say.
Bucky calls you pretty girl when he is feeling possessive
No need to lie, green looks kinda good on Bucky.
“You are mine, pretty girl. You know that, right?” he would say softly.
and it would give you tingles down there
“You are doing so well, my pretty girl.”
honey is for domestic occasions
“Honey, I’m home!” or
“I made dinner, honey.”
It’s very natural, domestic.
You love it when Bucky calls you honey,
it feels very familiar,
but gives you goosebumps at the same time.
Bucky calls you beautiful when he means something he says.
“I don’t know what I would do without you, beautiful.”
It is a way to assure you that he is serious.
“I love you more than anything, beautiful.”
and you always know he means it.
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I've been wanting to write some Bucky angst for ages (been thinking about the undocumented Winter Soldier days a lot recently) so- what would you guys like to read in particular?
Lmk, and I might give it a shot (nothing explicit please)!
I like to write in the narrative that we never see on screen - forgotten scenes, if you will. Filling in the gaps.
You can send me an ask, comment here, or message me if you'd like :')
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Can u do a bucky fluff where bucky thinks the reader likes steve bc he hears her talking to someone about a super soldier not realizing they’re taling about bucky? If u c an thx bestieee😊🦋
Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
requests are open!
word count: 1126
warnings: none :)
a/n reader is genderneutral :) if i explicitly used gender-specific pronouns (she/her/he/him) then please let me know!
“C’mon, Y/N. Spill.” Natasha was poking your arm, trying to get you to tell her who was the guy you liked. You had slipped up earlier, accidentally hinting that you liked someone here in the compound, and now your friend was teasing you to no end.
After shaking you a few more times, you groaned. “Fine, fine! It’s… the super-soldier…”
Unbeknownst to the both of you, another person walked into the kitchen and heard your revelation.
“Oh my god,” Natasha lowered her voice, so Bucky couldn’t hear her “Which one?”
You bit your lip and whispered. “B-Bucky…”
Natasha giggled and you hit her arm. “Hey, shut up!”
“Ok, ok!” She wiped a tear from her eye and sighed, holding your hand. “Oh, Y/N, your taste in men is weird.”
You snorted in response and picked up your freshly brewed tea. “That’s rich, coming from someone who hasn’t dated anyone. Ever.”
She smacked you with her magazine as she chased you to your room, laughing.
Letting out a sigh, Bucky went back to the direction he came from. Who could you have been talking about? Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? The little voice in his head whispered. Steve’s the perfect guy, and all you are is an ex-hydra killing machine. There was no way that they liked you back.
The next morning, you found Bucky beating the punching bag in the gym, and it looked like he had been here for hours.
”Early morning, James?” You were the only person he would allow to call him that since it was no secret that he had a soft spot for you.
He gave you a feeble nod, and continued to hit the bag.
”D’you wanna spar? A real person would be much better than poor Kevin, here.” It was pretty well known in the compound that the worst-looking and most beat-up punching bag was named Kevin. Sam even drew a stupid face on it.
“Not really,” He mumbled, so quietly that you almost didn't hear him.
He nodded again, and proceeded to sit down on the bleachers and re-wrap his bandages around his flesh hand. Weird, you thought. Usually, Bucky liked sparring with you.
Unfortunately, this is how it went for a few more days.
Every time you asked him to do something with you, he’d make up some lousy excuse so he didn’t have to do it.
“I have to go feed my goats, sorry.”
“Sorry, Y/N, but Sam and I are gonna go throw rocks at birds.”
You were, needless to say, annoyed.
It was like he was avoiding you.
On a particular stingy morning (where Bucky went out early in the morning to buy some plums), you headed to the living room where you found Steve watching TV.
“Hey Y/N, do you know David Blaine? He’s a freakin’ god, he stabbed his hand with an ice pick!” You smiled and sat down on the couch beside him. “Yeah, he’s great.”
His smile faded when he noticed the glum expression on your face. “Something wrong?”
“I think Bucky’s been avoiding me,” You whined, running your fingers through your hair.
Steve laughs in response. “Well, that’s hard to believe. Buck thinks the world of you, y’know?”
“Then why,” You look him dead in the eyes, making him gulp. “Did he turn down my invitation to watch a movie with the excuse, ‘I’m sorry, I have to go walk my fish,’ Steve? That makes no fuckin’ sense.”
“Hey, language! That doesn’t sound like Buck to me, Y/N, maybe you should just talk to him?”
The corners of your mouth tugged up slightly. You sighed, it was worth a shot. “Thanks for the advice Steve,” you pull him into a hug. After a while you hear the padding of feet from the corridor behind you. You pull away from Steve to see Bucky, holding a plastic bag full of plums. “Oh, hi, James!”
He throws the bag on the counter and stomps away to his room.
“Jeez, what’s got him all angry?”
“I don’t know, Steve, I’ll go check on him.” You head in the direction of his room and knock on the door. “James?” No response. “It’s me, can you open the door?” You hear shuffling and the door clicks open.
You cautiously open the door to see Bucky lying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Hi.”
“Hey, Buck, you okay?”
“Doin’ just peachy.”
You sigh and sit down on the foot of his bed. “I know that look, you’re not okay.
“Well, then why’d you even ask?” He snaps, startling you. He never raised his voice at you, even when you would do something stupid.
“I- I’m sorry, I just thought I’d ask.“
He sits up, letting out a low breath. “Y/N, please don’t pretend.”
“Pretend? What do you mean, ‘pretend?’”
He fiddled with the blanket, looking down. “I heard you talking about Steve with Nat the other day…” He confessed, voice shaking slightly.
“Oh, Buck.” You sighed and wrapped your fingers around his. “Buck, I said ‘super soldier.’ There’s two of you guys, why’d you think I was talking about Steve?”
He stared at the bed for a while until what you said hit him like a truck. His eyes lit up and he looked at you like a confused puppy. “You mean…”
You beamed at his confusion. “Yes, I was talking about you. What… what made you think it was Steve?”
He hung his head down low and shrugged. “Jus’ didn’t think you liked me...”
“James, I’ve been asking you to hang out with me for the past 3 days,” You laughed at his obliviousness, making his cheeks tint a bright pink. “If anything, I’d think you didn’t like me.”
Silence followed, and Bucky continued to stare at the bed. “M’sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being an idiot.”
“Hey, it’s alright,” Pulling him close, you rubbed circles on his back, making him wince slightly.
He pulls away and looks at you, his hair hanging in ringlets over his face. There’s something different about his eyes, they’re no longer the dark and stormy blue you used to see. It’s much softer, much more inviting;
Before you knew it, his lips met yours, a familiar warmth engulfing your body. His tongue slipped in between your lips, electing a surprised moan from you.
You pulled away with a smack, both of your foreheads touching. “I really like you, James.”
There was no response, both of your deep breaths were the only sound you could hear. “I- I really like you too.”
And so, the two of you spent the rest of the morning cuddled up under the blankets, catching Bucky up with some of your favorite movies.
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summary bucky needs to hold his girl after a long day
pairing bucky barnes x reader
warnings fluff, a brief mention of food?
a/n have a nice day/night <3
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Bucky was having a bad day.
He had his reasons. He couldn’t drink his coffee in the morning. Sam wouldn’t shut up about the paperwork he had to do. His phone was dead because he forgot to charge it, so he couldn’t text you.
Maybe it was not the worst day he had, but still a bad one.
He just wanted to go home as soon as possible and hold you in his arms. The urge to come back home to you was killing him.
When he finally got out of work, he practically ran home. The weather was nice in the morning so Bucky chose to walk, but now he was regretting that decision since it got colder. Bucky rarely got cold because of the serum, so it must be a freezing day he thought. Now he was even more eager to go home, get warm under the blankets with you in his arms.
When he reached the building, he climbed the stairs two at a time, quickly reaching your shared apartment. He opened the door with his keys. Inside the house was warm and familiar, he sighed in relief.
“Honey, I’m home!” he said loudly to let you know. He took off his jacket and started walking towards the kitchen, expecting to find you there.
“Living room!” he heard your voice saying and walked to the living room.
The sight was adorable. You were sitting on the couch in one of Bucky’s sweaters, your favorite blanket wrapped around you and Alpine sleeping next to you. Bucky smiled at how adorable you looked, you smiled back and made grabby hands.
“Is there room for me over there?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows, still smiling widely.
“There is always room for you, baby. Come here,” you patted the spot next to you and lifted the blanket. Bucky sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his lap, your head on his chest.
“You are freezing cold, Bucky! Did you walk all the way here?” you asked the moment you felt his hands touch your skin. His hands were under your his shirt, needing to touch your skin more than anything.
“I didn’t expect it to be this cold. But you are warm, doll. Just let me hold you and I’ll get warmed up very quickly.” he grinned, making you smile too.
Bucky sighed at the feeling of holding you in his arms. You were warm and soft, the sound of your breathing relaxing Bucky. He had been waiting for this moment since he left the home this morning. You kissed his chin, his beard tickling your skin. He looked into your eyes with a delightful smile on his face and gently kissed your forehead.
“I missed you today, pretty girl.” His voice was raspy but you felt the love in his words.
“I missed you too. Bad day?” you asked and put your hand on his cheek, slowly caressing his beard.
“Doesn’t matter.” he said and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. Next few moments were spent in each other’s embrace, Bucky’s hands all over you. His hands were still on your waist, rubbing your soft skin. You kept kissing his neck, making him chuckle.
“Baby, we need to get up. You didn’t eat anything yet did you?” your voice was sleepy.
“Five more minutes.” Bucky whispered and kissed your forehead. You both knew it was going to be more than five minutes, but neither of you cared.
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Sweetart - Bucky Barnes x Reader
a/n: happy sunday!! this is my saturday submission for @theweasleyslut's challenge. so sad that today is the last day, i've been having so much fun!!
this fic is mostly soft, but it was partly inspired by the show YOU on netflix (season 2 episode 3 to be exact). there's no spoilers at all, but just the vibes bucky gives off. if any of these themes don't sit right with you, please don't read.
pairing: soft!bucky barnes x baker!reader (AU)
word count: just under 5.0k
warnings: fluff, jealousy, angst, language, obsession, kissing
prompts used: baking together
sneak-peek: your best friend bucky tries to stay platonic with you, letting you live out your dreams, but his instincts soon get the better of him.
all dividers created by the lovely @firefly-graphics in her baker AU section!! they are so cute :)
As the morning sun rose over the city, bringing warmth and light to the sidewalks and the shining windows it reflected off of, the door to the bakery chimed open. It was opening time for Delectable Delights, your pride and joy, and it was the start to an amazing day.
Opening a shop in the big city had been your dream as a child. You would always tell your best friend James that you would one day open the most popular bakery in all of Brooklyn, and the line would wrap around the corner. All of Brooklyn, Queens, even Manhattan would come to see your creations, and the word would spread like wildfire.
While your parents always denied the idea and pushed for you to get a true education, you had support throughout your entire life. James, or ‘Bucky,’ which he insisted you call him by, encouraged you to go to school, cooking school. While he obtained a business degree, you learned the art of the trade and became the best of the best. Graduating at the top of your class, Bucky gave you hope that maybe the insane childhood dream would come true.
The two of you moved into a small apartment once Bucky was able to secure an entry-level position. “Just to keep us on our feet, doll, I swear,” he would say as if he committed to you.
As rent started to pile up, you desperately wanted to give back to your best friend for giving you a place to stay. No matter how many times he insisted that it was okay, you would still ignore him and head to indeed.com. Yet all the available positions required a few years of baking experience outside of cooking school. “Besides cooking meals for you, Buck,” you would say sadly, “I’ve got nothing to fill this resume with.” How could you get experience when every job required experience?
It gave Bucky a crazy idea, but one he knew he wouldn’t regret. Spending the savings that he had been building since high school, he decided to rent a small commercial space just a few blocks from the apartment. It wasn’t much, but it had a kitchen and a display case in front of the counter. Just like you had dreamed of. Just like you had drawn up when you were younger.
After you had cooked dinner for him one night, he handled the lease paperwork to you like it was nothing. Like it was just another bill to pay. So nonchalantly, like it wasn’t your life’s dream. Your eyes lit up when you read the paperwork.
“Buck, are you serious?! This is just a couple of blocks away, and you own it? What are you gonna do with it?” You looked hopefully at him, praying he would tell you that it was yours.
His smile affirmed your wishes. “It’s all yours, doll. I know you’ve been wanting to open that bakery of yours since forever, and you’re so talented. So I took matters into my own hands; I dipped into my savings to rent a small space for your baking. It has a kitchen, a few tables and chairs, and a beautiful counter… we’ll check it out tomorrow morning.”
Your jaw was on the floor as you looked at your best friend. “You’ve got to be joking.” The smirk on Bucky’s face told you otherwise. “This is… this is amazing! Buck, you’ve just made me the happiest person on Earth, you know that?” Standing up from your chair, Bucky did the same. You rush into him, embracing him in a tight hug. Your head rested against his strong chest as he hugged you back, holding you against him. “Thank you, thank you so much… I can’t believe you did that for me, that’s your life’s savings!”
“Of course, I’d do anything for my girl.” A smile came to his face as he dug his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. He wouldn’t tell you that a years’ worth of rent would cost him all of his savings. You’d earn it back, he was sure of it. He didn’t need to worry about it now. “You’re my life, doll, I wouldn’t want it to go anywhere else. And I know you’re going to do amazing things. I can already tell.”
Squeezing him back, you smiled before pulling away. “Wow, time to start my own business!”
And that you did.
Within a month, you and Bucky had cleaned up the small space to become a vibrant bakery. Dipping into your own savings, you were able to complete the space with decorations and new sets of ovens and mixers. It truly was a dream come true, and you were in awe of how Bucky simply made it happen.
As the morning sun rose over the city, bringing warmth and light to the sidewalks and the shining windows it reflected off of, the door to the bakery chimed open. It was opening time for Delectable Delights, your pride and joy, and it was the start to an amazing day.
It wasn’t long ago when Bucky had signed the lease to the space you called your bakery. Now, just months later, it was the most popular bakery in Brooklyn. Manhattan. Queens. Hell, almost the entire city came through your door each day.
Each morning, without fail, rain or shine, a lengthy line would form from your doorstep all the way down multiple blocks. There was simply something about the treats you could create that enticed the city, bringing them in for more.
You were able to return the investment Bucky had made in no time. He saw how busy you were getting with just your skills, so just a few days past your opening, he offered to pitch in.
After his shift in the office down the street, he would swing by the bakery. Every afternoon, there would be some sort of dessert placed on top of his apron in the back room. It was a small token of your appreciation; a small thank-you for helping you every day. Baking was your love language, and your best friend deserved the treats and more from you.
He would run the register while you started baking the treats for the next day. Cakes, cookies, pies, brownies, blondies, whoopie pies, cream puffs, pastries, you name it; you moved quickly, but Bucky’s presence made the process much smoother. The bakery could be open for much longer with his help, and the income reflected it.
After closing up the shop to customers, Bucky would help you in the kitchen. He would taste-test everything you made, claiming that he needed to test if it was poisoned. With each licked spoon or dipped finger into a batter, your best friend was falling deeper and deeper in love with you.
He wasn’t sure when it started happening; maybe those feelings had been there the whole time. But the feeling was strong. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He hadn’t fully realized it until another variable entered your life. You had been telling him that you needed new treats throughout the day; customers coming in during the late afternoon would complain that the desserts weren’t as fresh, as you would make them the night before and in the morning. You needed someone to run the counter while you baked in the back.
Bucky had even offered to quit his day job, the one he was excelling at and moving up in, to come work for you. “Don’t be silly, Buck, I wouldn’t ever ask you to do that. I’ll just put up a ‘Help Wanted’ sign in the next week, don’t you worry.”
He would learn to hate that ‘Help Wanted’ sign.
Just hours after taping it up on the window outside, a man with long blonde hair entered the bakery. He was holding the sign that had been posted, reading it carefully. It was after hours, and Bucky was enjoying your famous vanilla cake batter you had just finished whisking. “Buck, I thought you locked the door,” you whispered to him, ducking below the counter.
“I swear I did, stay here,” he replied in a hushed tone, walking forward and licking his finger. The man was just a shadow in the darkened shop, as the only lights that were still on were in the kitchen. “Can I help you, sir?” Bucky called out a bit louder, the metal on his arm glistening in the faint light.
A throat cleared, and you crouched down below the counter further. Only the top of your head was poking out at you tried to eye the man from the door. “Yeah, I just saw this ‘Help Wanted’ sign outside. My name’s Wes, and I’m lookin’ for some experience in baking, do you still need help?”
Bucky flipped the light on to illuminate the man’s face. He was smiling, holding the paper in his hands. “Yep,” he told him, popping his lips at the end of the word. “But Y/N does all the baking, you’d just be up at the register.”
Wes nodded, walking forward. “Absolutely, no problem. Just need some experience. Other jobs need it, but I need to a job to get experience, you know?”
You started to laugh a bit, nodding as you stepped out of the kitchen. The stranger’s eyes were on you in a moment, scouring your body instantly. Bucky could remember that look in his eyes; he felt the same way. “I know exactly what you’re talking about, it’s so frustrating. The position is open, I’d love to have you-”
“You need to do a background check first,” Bucky reminded you before you nodded. “Just drop your information off in the morning before we open, and we should get you in the system…”
“No worries! I live in the apartment just upstairs from this place, I’ll go grab it now!” Wes said eagerly, heading out of the bakery quickly. Well, there goes the fun, Bucky thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
You walked back into the kitchen, pouring the rest of the batter into the baking tins. “Holy shit, Buck, my first employee! This is insane, I’ll have help all day!”
He grimaced at that. He could be there for you, he could help you all day if you’d let him. “Are you sure you don’t just want me to work with you? You know I wouldn’t mind, doll, and I don’t know if I trust that guy.”
You just rolled your eyes. So overprotective. The same talk he would give you before every date, every dance, every single thing you did that happened to involve another man. He was acting as if the two of you were still in high school, and he was still just as jealous. “Don’t do that, you need to keep your job! I’ll be fine, don’t worry, and you can still come to help me in the back once you get back. Nothing has to change.”
As Bucky looked into your eyes, your smile reassured him. Maybe nothing had to change. Maybe Wes would just say an employee. He was being overdramatic; you had been his girl for years, much longer than anyone else. Nothing would change.
As you flipped the OPEN sign to face the street, the woman at the front of the line waved at you. She had been standing there since before the sunrise, and you just had to wave back.
As you smiled at her, you felt someone behind you grip you from behind. It pulled you into a tight hug, and you giggled as you looked up at Wes. “What are you doing? Get back to the register,” you tell him, smiling wider.
“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, kissing your nose. “Just one more moment of peace, before you open the floodgates. And you promised me a few cream puffs for tonight, remember?”
With a nod, you started to unlock the door. “Of course, babe. Only for you.”
As the doors open, New Yorkers started pouring into the small shop. With the efficiency of the system you and Wes had created, Delectable Delights was serving fresh-baked goods around the clock. As the most famous bakery in the city, you were constantly baking in the back. Doing what you loved for people that you loved. All the time.
As you started waking up earlier and getting home later, you started staying over at the apartment Wes owned just upstairs. You had told Bucky that it was simply easier to stay there, as the bakery was still a few blocks away from your actual apartment.
“But who’s gonna wake me up early in the morning before she leaves for work?” he had argued, sounding sincerely upset. “Who’s gonna cook me breakfast and make her mom’s secret lasagna for me every Friday? Who’s gonna spend her off-day with me watching cheesy romantic comedies and eating greasy pizza?”
With a sigh, you continued to fold your laundry. “It’s not like I’m moving out, Buck. I’ll make you some lasagna and freeze it so you can have it whenever you’d like, and I’ll still be here on Sundays! Don’t worry, you’re still my roommate. And my best friend. You’re always number one, you should know that.”
However, slowly but surely, Bucky was turning into your number two.
A few nights a week turned into just about every weekday, and Bucky slowly watched your closet in his apartment shrink. Even on some Saturdays, he would catch you sneaking into the house in the middle of the night. No doubt to spare his feelings. No doubt to pretend as if you hadn’t fallen for another man, one you had met just months ago. One who worked for you.
The late-night taste testing sessions with Buck were gone. Wes replaced him, giggling with you into the night as he tried all your desserts. He was the one sitting on the counter with you, enjoying your creations. It was insane to Bucky, and he wouldn’t let it go.
Yet Bucky still understood your love language. It hadn’t changed, and you continued to amaze him every day.
Each day, each morning, Wes had to remind you what he wanted you to make him later that day. He reminded you during his lunch break and yours, and once more when he was taking inventory. You had forgotten to bake him something multiple times, and he had gotten quite upset. You knew never to make that mistake again, but he had to be sure.
With Bucky, however, you never forgot. At 5:15, he would always be coming into the bakery from the office. Without fail, a small dessert would be resting on his apron. He never had to remind you or even mention it to you; it was like clockwork. It was the small, single sign he needed to ensure that you were still his.
The desserts you would make were phenomenal, and with each bite he would take, he would remind himself how much you meant to him. As if he needed one. You were so perfect, so sweet, sweeter than the treats you would make him, and he just had to have you all to himself.
But he couldn’t. Not yet. He needed to be patient.
One afternoon, Wes finally noticed it. You had made a small batch of mini lemon meringue pies for the display case, and you took one out. Just for Bucky. It was one of his favorites. You knew that.
Just like every other day, Bucky came waltzing into the doors. It was 5:05, a bit earlier than usual. He had gotten off work ten minutes early to see you. He had been thinking of you all day, and he couldn’t wait another minute.
As he walked in, the treat was already there. A small pie wrapped in a golden tin with a lemon garnish on the top. It was perfect, almost as perfect as the smile that crept onto his face. “Doll… you’re amazing.”
He placed the apron over his head as he walked over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. You were frosting a few cupcakes, and the kiss made you squeeze extra frosting onto one of them. “Buck! I- it’s okay, take this one too!” You picked up the ruined cupcake, but to Bucky, it was the perfect cupcake. He gladly took it from your hands, placing it on a towel just next to your pie. “Wait, I want to see your reaction when you taste it. It’s kinda tart at first, but then it just melts in your mouth… it’s so good, I just know you’ll love it.”
Bucky smiled as he saw the twinkle in your eyes. You loved baking, almost as much as you internally loved him, and he could tell it was your true passion. Your love language. He loved it. “Of course, love, you can watch me.”
With your elbows on the counter, your chin resting in your hands, you watched him carefully as he stood on the other side of the table. Bucky took a bite of the small pie, tasting the flaky crust followed by the strong tang of the sour lemon custard. The flavor was cut by the sweet cream you had garnished the pie with, and Bucky let out a moan as he tasted it all in just one bite.
“Fuck, doll, this is incredible! New favorite right here, I love it! You’re so talented,” he breathed out, smiling at you. I love you, he was thinking, loving the way your eyes lit up as his words.
Biting your lip, you blushed at him. “Thanks, Buck, I knew you’d love it! Just for you,” you said, quite carelessly, but he took your words as a victory. Wes from the register, however, didn’t exactly feel the same way.
“What was that?” you heard his voice boom from the front as he pushed open the door to the kitchen. Your eyes quickly darted through the glass, as no one was watching the front.
“Babe, get back out there, what are you doing?” you said frantically, dropping the piping bag as you walked towards him. A vein was popping out of his forehead as he only saw red.
His eyes were on Bucky.
“No, Y/N, tell me what you just said to him,” Wes seethed, glancing at you before glaring at Bucky. “I’ve been onto you for a while, man, you’re getting way too close to my girl.”
“Your girl?” Bucky suddenly spoke up, taking a step towards your jealous boyfriend. The gears in his arm started to whir as he clenched a fist, raising his eyebrows. “Doll, go handle the register for a moment. I need to talk with your boy-toy.”
You wanted to protest, but Bucky’s tone was unrelenting. Your boyfriend’s voice stops you just for a moment.
“Babe, get back here. We’re not finished.”
“You’re not, but she is. Go handle it, doll.”
Without another word, you pushed open the door to control the crowd of customers swarming around your display case.
“What the fuck is your problem, man? That’s my girl you’re sucking up to, you don’t think I can see what you’re doing?” Wes was just inches from Bucky’s face, but after a push from a vibranium arm, he wasn’t anymore.
Wes was backed into the door of the freezer. “You little punk. You think you really know here? You think you know her like I do? I’ve known Y/N much longer than three short months, don’t think you’re the most important man in her life.”
“Really?” Wes taunted back, sneering at him. “Well, that’s not what she’s been saying when she’s in my bed. Every night. And every morning.” Was that really his argument? Bucky wasn’t stupid. You’re a drop-dead gorgeous girl who’s dating another man, and it didn’t bother him that you were probably fucking him. But if Wes was trying to tell him that it was the only reason you loved him… well, he was going to need another argument.
“Is that all you get from her, sex? She’s more than that. She’s so much more than just sex, you idiot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you lost her. You don’t deserve her.”
The room was silent for a few moments as Wes stared in utter shock. “I know she is. I’m fucking aware, you don’t get to tell me what my girlfriend is! But if she’d rather just bake for a guy she’ll never be with, that’s fine, I don’t care!”
But Bucky just smiled back. He could smell the pure jealousy from where he was standing just feet away, and it made him smile wickedly. You had forgotten to bake him something. Usually, there was something for both him and Wes, but you had forgotten. He wasn’t the one you were thinking of, you wanted Bucky to try your dessert. Not Wes. Another small, tiny victory.
“Actually, go ahead! Have her! She’s a whore anyway! I see the way you look at her, practically eye-fucking her every second of every day. She’s all yours, but she’ll never love you-”
Bucky’s smirk didn’t let up, but Wes’s face dropped as he turned to the door. You were standing in the doorway, your finger pointing right at the door of the shop. The rest of the customers were staring at Wes. The glass was somewhat sound-proof, but having the door wide open wasn’t. “Y/N, I can explain, I-”
“I said, get out. You’re fired. Get out of my bakery.” You looked furious; Bucky had never seen you this upset. Yet you still held your composure, not swearing and not yelling. The customers behind you understood why you were firing him. Without another word, Wes took off his apron, throwing it at Bucky. With his head hanging low, he made his way through the sea of people out the door.
For the rest of the day, you managed to control the register. You had always been a huge people person, and when you were handling it all by yourself, you would amaze Bucky. But he stayed for the entire night, trying to keep up the pace that you and Wes had set.
You refused to bake. You were in an awful mood, and you could already tell that any treats that would come out would be terrible.
So Bucky took over the kitchen. He wasn’t the best baker, but he had learned a lot from watching you. Studying your methods. Watching your process.
Your favorite dessert happened to be just a simple vanilla cupcake. You had taught him the recipe so many times, the perfect way to make an incredibly simple treat. “Yet so many people mess it up,” you had told him, “and this is the only kind I’d ever eat.”
And those cupcakes were the ones you made every night since they sold out in seconds. As if he was reading from a cookbook, Bucky recited the recipe you loved to make in his head. 1 cup all-purpose flour, ¾ cup superfine sugar because it makes it better, beat two room temperature eggs but not too much…
By the time he was done frosting the chilled cupcakes, you had flipped the OPEN sign to face towards the kitchen. You hadn’t done it in such a long time yourself to end the day; usually, it was a job Wes took for himself. You missed looking out at the dark, calm street, only illuminated by a few street lamps scattered along the sidewalk. From behind you, you heard a soft voice.
“Doll, come try what I’ve made. I really hope you like it.”
Turning the key to lock the door, you smiled as you turned around. Bucky, your Bucky, was standing just inside the shop. Holding the door open, he held a plate of frosted vanilla cupcakes. “Did you make them my way?” you asked him teasingly, a small smile creeping onto your lips.
He nodded, chuckling. “Of course. That’s the only kind you’d ever eat, right?”
“Of course,” you smiled back, walking towards the kitchen.
The two of you sat on the counter, like you always used to, like Wes had started to do. Old traditions were becoming new again, and you couldn’t be happier. “Okay, I want to see your face when you eat it. I think I did pretty well,” Bucky told you, wrapping one of the cupcakes. His smile was practically glowing as his eyes stayed on you, handing you the dessert.
You lifted it, raising your eyebrows. “Golden brown. I’m impressed, Buck, you didn’t burn them like last time!” He started to respond to you, but his voice died as you lifted the cupcake to your mouth. As he watched you intently, you took a bite of the moist vanilla cake with the smooth buttercream frosting. The cake was soft and sponge-like… the buttercream was sweet but not too sweet. He had replicated it perfectly. As you tasted it, the sound of delight that sounded just like a moan from you made the hairs on Bucky’s arm stand up.
“So you hat it, doll?” he teased you, using a finger to wipe the frosting off your finger. You had taken another bite… and then another… and then another.
You rolled your eyes, setting it down with a smile. “Oh, stop it. That was perfect, I can’t believe you remembered!”
“Of course I remembered! How could I forget, especially when you’d get drunk and just make batch after batch of them? You could make these in your sleep, I swear,”
You giggled back, taking another bite. “I’m sorry that I was so sour earlier, I just can’t believe he’d lash out like that.” Bucky was giving you a knowing smile, raising his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that look! Okay fine, you were right about Wes, and about all the other ones too.” With a sigh, you stood up from the counter to go to the refrigerator. A small bottle of champagne appeared in your hand, along with two flutes that you hid in the back cupboard. “Maybe I should just give up on dating around.”
The words would have been a disappointment to anyone else, but they were music to Bucky’s ears. “Honestly, doll, you’re way too good for just any random guy. You need someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated, a real man.”
Raising your eyebrows, you popped the champagne over the sink a bit. Sipping it right from the bottle as it foamed out, Bucky just laughed at you. “You may be right. Who did you have in mind?” A small smile appeared on your face as you looked at him, knowing that he was thinking of himself. The only person Bucky wouldn’t argue over or question you about.
“Well, what about me?” A small smile came to your face, but he looked completely serious. “Think about it, doll… we already live together, and you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. You could keep the bakery open, I could save up so we can move out of town, you could open up a new one in a more quaint town, our kids could-”
“Easy there, soldier,” you smiled at him, handing him a glass. “You’ve gotta ask me out first before you plan our whole future, you know.”
He chuckled, taking the flute from you and sipping it down a bit. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m just so glad you’re done chasing those guys around. It took you all these years to finally learn your lesson,” he teased, running a hand through your hair. His hand stayed weaved through, playing with it gently.
You nodded, smiling at him. “I know, I know, but I’m a visual learner. Was the wait worth it at least?
“Of course,” Bucky responded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Placing down the champagne flute, he suddenly lifted you off the ground onto the counter behind you. With a gasp, you put yours down as well. He looked into your eyes deeply, his face just inches from yours. “I would have waited longer, doll, as long as it takes.”
With that, you gently pulled his face towards yours. Your lips crushed into yours as you deeply kissed him, and you could feel him immediately respond. With a throaty groan, he pulled you against him, your chest flush against his. His lips melted with yours with fiery passion, and your hand moved down to his chest to grip his apron.
As you kissed him, you could feel that it was right. This was where you were meant to be, who you were meant to be with; Bucky knew you better than you knew yourself. He would treat you right, treat you like a lady, not what Wes had said. You were safe now, in his arms, in his loving embrace.
As Bucky’s tongue darted into your mouth, he envisioned the future he’d have with you. The way he’d love you past his dying breath, the way he had planned. The way he’d give you anything you ever wanted, anything that would make you happy, just like he always did. He was the only man in your life that you truly needed, and now that he finally had you, he wasn’t letting you go.
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In your arms- B.B.
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Summary: Bucky weeps over your limp and bloody body.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, requested!!!, death, descriptions of blood, this is just angsty and depressing lol
Bucky holds you tightly in his arms as he runs in the direction of the vehicle. Your bleeding body feels too light in his arms, your blood covered hands grip onto the rough material of his suit. It hurts, everything hurts. The fact that you know that you’re dying, the fact that you know you’re going to leave Bucky on this planet alone for years and years to come, the fact that you’re leaving your friends, the fact that you won’t get to spend forever with your one and only. It all fucking hurts.
Bucky is sobbing. You’re sobbing. He’s trying to get you to the car as fast as he can, it seems nearly out of reach, but maybe he can get you there and drive to the nearest hospital because everyone knows he doesn’t need to lose you. He can’t be losing you. You’re his rock, his light, and everything in between. He’s never needed someone this badly, he doesn’t need you to fucking die. “Bucky,” your voice croaks and he feels his heart shatter. He clings tighter to you, his flesh fingers nearly going stiff as to how tight he’s gripping onto your shirt. “It’s gonna be okay, babydoll. I promi-.” “Don’t make that promise Bucky. You and i both know it’s too late.”
He knows you’re right, he’s knows it, he knows it, he knows it. He just does not want to accept it. He shakes his head and then he realizes he’s in arms reach of the car. He quickly swings open the door and then cradles your head against his chest, and slips inside. He hurriedly closes the door and then locks them, he’s not going anywhere. They should have lost him a while ago, but he wants to go back and kill. He wants to go back and kill every one of them for doing this. For ripping his fucking world apart, for destroying everything you and him have built, for hurting you, for killing you.
Your blood coats his hands, his arms, his chest, and his legs, now that he’s sitting. His tears drip down onto you- your shirt, your arm, and your hand. He watches the way you shakily turn the ring that’s on your ring finger, how it shines even though it’s covered in red. You didn’t get the wedding you wanted, you didn’t get to pick out the dress you had wanted to since the beginning, you didn’t get to kiss him wholeheartedly for as long as you promised in front of all of your friends. You hate it. The pain inside hurts more than the wounds seeping red onto your clothes and onto his
“Baby, please hold on.” Bucky gasps and you give him a weak smile. Your bloody hand comes up and gently caresses his cheek. He laughs, but it’s one of pure disbelief. He knows it’s coming, he’s just not ready. He’s in denial, but who wouldn’t be?
“It’s okay, Bucky.” He shakes his head, “n-no, it’s not. It’s all my fault, i should’ve been there, i could’ve-.” “Bucky, please. Please don’t do this, okay? It’s not your fault, i don’t blame you. So please don’t blame yourself. I don’t want that.” You weakly shake your head and Bucky releases a choked sob. He bites his bottom lip to keep from gasping and choking up, he hates this. The way your eyes are losing their light, your skin draining of color, your lips losing theirs as well. The way your soft hand, covered in blood, is slowly drifting further away from his cheek. He hates it all.
“I let you down, we’re supposed to be together forever, i’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babydoll….please.” Bucky whispers against your hand, his lips pressing against your palm, then you finally lose the energy and have to let your hand back down onto your torso. That makes his heart shatter- he knows there’s not much more time left for you to be here.
His arms cradle you tighter to him and he turns so he’s leaning his back against the door, his legs bringing you up closer. He removes one hand from your back and brings it to your cheek- caressing your face lovingly. “I love you Bucky. Don’t let this consume you, please don’t let this kill you. I’ll love you, even after i’m gone.” He smiles, tears streaming down his bloody face. “I- fuck- i love you too, doll. I love you more than anything else, more than i’ll ever love anyone or anything else again. You were, you are it for me. That’s a promise.” He gently brings your head up and meets your lips half way with his. His lips linger for as long as possible until he feels you tap him lightly.
He then pulls away and sees tears falling from the corners of your eyes. “Here, please keep this. Don’t bury me with this. Keep it, with you?” You shakily take the ring off of your finger and place it into the palm of his hand. He feels his stomach drop, his hands-somehow the vibranium one too- become shaky. “Anything for you, darling.”
He slips the ring over the top of his index finger and keeps it there. The next few moments are spent with you two being as close as possible. He can feel your body slowly growing more and more limp as time goes by, and finally, your hand comes into contact with his cheek once more- using your last bit of energy you have left. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Bucky. You’ve been nothing but the best to me, nothing but the lover i’ve imagined my whole life- better than that actually-, and i thank you for it all.” His hand gently grasps your wrist and he kisses your palm once more. “Babydoll….” but before Bucky can conjure up the words he wanted to say to you, you’re gone. That’s it.
The life is drained from your eyes, your chest isn’t moving from the intake of air, your hand falls from his once he lets it go, and he freezes. The tears roll down his cheeks harder, and he can’t help but bring you closer to him, his head going to the crook of your neck as you lay lifeless in his arms. His sobs are the only thing that’s heard within the car- if anyone else were to be in here with him. How can he go on without you?
He’s not even sure if he can drive back now that you’re like this in his arms, he’s not sure if he would even have the will power to do so. So instead, he just sends a quick text to Steve and tells him his location. That’s it, nothing else, then he continues to hold you. Hold you tightly as if that’ll bring you back to him, for a few more seconds at least.
He glances down at your bloody ring that’s on the tip of his finger, watching the diamond shine through the little light, and he bites his lip. He knows what he’s going to do with it. He knows how much you loved his dog tags, he’ll wear it on the chain with them so he can keep a piece of you with him where ever he goes. He knows that you’ll be with him, even if it’s not physically, on missions and on lazy days. He’s never going to move past this, he meant it when he told you that you’re it for him. You’ll always be.
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ex!dilf!bucky coming home after his daughter recital ￼and fucking you in the kitchen
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky can’t handle how you look in that tight dress.
WARNINGS! cheating, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, public sex, almost got caught, breeding kink, bucky uses his fingers to shut reader up.
your daughter had invited you and your boyfriend, steve, to her dance recital at her school. you were ecstatic that she was finally pursuing something she loved, so of course you said yes without hesitation.
what she didn’t tell you, was that her father, james, would be going also. you had to find that out the hard way. both you and steve went all out, you wore nice clothes and wanted to bring her for ice cream afterwards.
you were in a tight dress that wasn’t too tight for it to be uncomfortable. steve was in a navy dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” steve said.
you waved him off and continued with your lipstick. you hummed as you threw the rest of your makeup in the bag, just in case you needed a touch up.
“you look beautiful.” steve smiled, kissing you. you smiled and held his shoulders. “thank you baby, c’mon.” you said, taking his hand and walking to the car.
you two arrived at the school and walked inside, hand in hand. your face, that once had a wide smile, dropped at the sight of your ex husband, james. you knew he was dropping your daughter off, not that he was staying.
“mom! steve!” your daughter, stella, yelled, running up to you two. you hugged her tightly and lifted her. “my baby! we’re so proud of you.” you said, kissing all over her face.
she squealed and got down, hugging steve. “hey princess.” he smiled, kissing her head. james walked over with a smirk, sticking his hand out. “hi, we haven’t met, m’bucky.” he said to steve.
steve took his hand. “steve, you must be stella’s dad.” steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “yeah, he is.” you said, pulling steve away to the seats. steve chuckled at you and sat down.
“stop being jealous babe, i find you more attractive than bucky.” he joked, kissing your cheek. you giggled and shook your head. as if the devil wanted to ruin your day, bucky squeezed in, sitting on the other side of you.
you sighed and placed your head on steve’s shoulder. you felt a hand on your thigh. you were confused because it wasn’t on the thigh next to steve, and why would he reach all the way over to grip your other one?
you looked down and saw bucky’s hands slowly gripping and releasing your thigh. you scoffed and slapped his hand away. bucky smirked and looked over at you.
“hey, steve? m’having a barbecue today f‘stella’s recital if y’two wanna join?” bucky reached over, talking to steve. you rolled your eyes and leaned back. steve smiled and nodded.
“yeah! that would be great, thanks boinky.” steve said. you snorted and hid your face in his shoulder. you knew that was purposeful, because he knew bucky’s name.
bucky looked at you before nodding and sitting back. you smiled and held steve’s hand. the hall lights turned off, signalling that the recital was about to start.
after the recital, you and steve walked out with bucky. “jus’ follow me, i’ll see y’guys there.” bucky smiled at you both. “thanks binky!” steve returned the smile, walking you to the car.
“bucky seems great.” steve nodded as he started to drive. you shook your head and sighed. “you’re going to aggravate him.” you said, fixing your makeup in the small mirror.
steve turned over to you before looking back at the road. “oh yeah? and what’s he going to do?” steve asked, flexing his giant biceps. you smiled and kissed his cheek. “my knight in shining armour.” you teased.
you arrived at bucky’s house after a while driving. “hey bonky!” steve said as he got out, walking in with bucky. stella walked up to you and hugged you. “does steve not like dad?” she asked.
“no, love, he does like him, he just likes jokes more.” you pet her head, walking into the kitchen. bucky put his hand on the small of your back. “he’s a dick.” he whispered into your ear, before moving beside you.
you turned to him with a scowl. “i must have a type then.” you sassed, walking out to the garden with the food for the barbecue. bucky watched you leave with a smirk.
about two hours later, each adult was drunk while all the children were passed out upstairs. “i’m going in to get another drink.” you said, getting up and walking inside.
you walked to the kitchen, being greeted by bucky’s wide smirk. “hey dolly.” he said as he moved away from the fridge. you scoffed and opened the fridge, taking out a drink.
“y’know i hate people mixin’ up my name.” he whispered, pushing his erection against your ass. “i guess m’gonna have t’hit stevie where it hurts.” he bit your shoulder softly.
you hated the affect bucky had on you, he was like a virus. “gonna have t’show him how fuckin’ weak you are.” he spat, moving your hair over and kissing your neck.
you couldn’t believe it, bucky was teasing you while you were standing in the fridge. “you’re mine, forever mine.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. you whimpered slightly, feeling your legs go weak.
bucky smirked and gripped your waist, pulling up your dress. “no panties? t’your daughters recital?” he chuckled. “it’s almost like y’wanted me to fuck ya.” he shook his head.
bucky massaged your ass, earning a small moan. “is stevie touch starvin’ ya?” he smirked, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to pop out. “y’gotta tell me you want it, petal.” he whispered.
you whined and turned back to look at him. “want it so bad.” you cried. he smirked and slid his tip into you. “who am i t’deprive ya of such a pleasure?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and wiggled your hips. bucky complied, sliding into you deeper. “fuck.” bucky hissed, enjoying your tightness. you threw your head back into his shoulder and grabbed the shelves in the fridge.
bucky’s hand fell over your mouth, his middle and ring finger shoving into your mouth. you felt something cold hit your cheek. you were too cock drunk to even care.
“i’ll be back in a sec!” steve’s voice sounded from the backyard. bucky cursed under his breathe and shoved you into the tiny broom closet, not caring that the fridge was open or that there was barely any space in there.
bucky continued to thrust, making you gasp. “shh, shh, don’t wanna get caught, pretty.” he smirked, biting on your shoulder again. you whimpered and felt the knot in your stomach slowly form.
bucky bottomed out, finally, hitting off your sweet spot without any effort, continuing to assault it with every thrust. you wanted to scream and cry out in pleasure, but his fingers down your throat stopped you from making any voice.
the knot in your stomach was tightening. you felt yourself clench over bucky, making him moan out. “oh god.” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his sloppy thrusts.
your toes curled and you gripped anything you could, coming loose all over bucky. “that’s it, such a good girl.” he whispered. bucky wasn’t far behind, cumming inside of you almost immediately after.
“gonna make you my mommy again, huh? how’s that sound?” he asked, thrusting his warm seed into you. you groaned and pushed him off. “i have no fucking panties you ass!” you whisper-yelled.
bucky chuckled and shrugged. “have fun, i guess.” he said, tucking himself away and walking out. “dick.” you shook your head, trying your hardest to clean yourself up with anything you could find.
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out of the ordinary
summary bucky comes back home after a fight.
pairing biker!bucky barnes x reader
warnings bikers, gangs, blood, bruises and scars, implied violence, worry, so much fluff, a tiny bit of angst, implied smut at the end.
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“Bucky, are you okay?” you asked with a worried voice the moment he entered the kitchen. His long hair was messy and his lips were bleeding. He took his leather jacket off as you quickly walked to him. Your hands went to his bruised cheeks. His beautiful face was filled with purple and red bruises, scars and blood. Your thumbs softly rubbed his cheeks as he smiled at you.
“It's okay, baby. I'm fine.” he said, his voice low, and took your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. His heart shattered when he heard you sniffle. He sighed and touched your chin, lifting your face, making you look at his eyes.
The way your beautiful eyes looked at him with concern rather than love made him hate himself. He hated that he was the reason behind your eyes shining with tears.
Yes, you were far from an ordinary couple. You had a pretty simple life, a decent job, good friends, an apartment full of plants. Your neighbours would love you, you were kind and nice to everyone around you, it was your nature. You would bring light to everywhere you go.
Bucky was a biker gang leader. He had been in the bikers world since he was a kid, because of his father. His job was far from ordinary. Bucky was used to having blood stained knuckles. Before he met you, he was used to cleaning his own wounds. He was used to being alone. He was the opposite of you. He had no idea why you chose him.
He had no idea why you chose him, but he was beyond thankful. He would simply be lost without you. You were the light in his life. Maybe he didn’t deserve you but he was ready to become a better man for you.
“It’s just...I’m… I’m just worried about you, Bucky. This whole gang thing is dange-” he interrupted you with a soft kiss on your lips. You tasted blood on his soft lips but the way he kissed you was sweet, the kiss was filled with love. You broke the kiss to look at his eyes.
“Doll, it doesn’t matter. I could never leave you, no matter what. You know that I can’t leave the gang, but I promise to do my best to come back to you everyday, I promise.” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. Bucky always knew what to do and say when you get anxious about his job. He knew you.
“I love you so much, James.”
“I love you too, pretty girl. Now, I am wondering what is in the oven because it smells like heaven in here.” he said with a grin on his face, making you roll your eyes.
“Apple pie.” you smiled and his eyes lit up immediately, you knew that it was his favorite. You shook your head slowly and said:
“We have to get you cleaned up first, baby. No apple pie until I clean your wounds.” you said and he smirked.
“But I want to thank my girl and take care of her first, doll.”
His hands on your waist lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist almost like a reflex. He started kissing you and put you on the counter gently.
“Bucky!” you squealed as he peppered kisses all over your neck.
“Let me thank you, pretty girl.”
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Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Bucky comes home from a mission, convinced he's bad for you.
A/N: This is my ninth prompt for ‘Sour’!
The house is quiet tonight, something you haven’t experienced in quite some time. It’s just you and your record player, dancing around the kitchen, waiting for Bucky to get home from a mission.
It’s been weeks since you last saw him, leaving your imagination to come up with the worst possible scenarios. Bucky made you promise not to drive yourself crazy while he was away, but how could you not?
Your boyfriend has worked with the world's deadliest men, fighting to keep the peace. After his time with Hydra, he prefers to be on the moral side, to right his wrongs.
You’ve never discussed his past, but you never needed to. He’s Bucky, he’s your Bucky. The same Bucky that wakes you up with soft kisses and tickles. The same Bucky that coos at every passing cat or dog. The same Bucky that holds you in his arms, soothing you on your worst days.
He could do no wrong in your eyes. Sure, you’ve had to occasionally correct your friends when they commented on his rough exterior and barbarian ways, but you’d defend him a million times over.
You hum along to the music, your hips swaying underneath Bucky’s shirt. You purposefully wore the least amount of clothes possible, knowing Bucky’s routine after a long mission. He’d come in, sweep you off of your feet, and have you in the bed with him for at least two days.
As the song fades out, you hear the door creaking open, followed by grumbles of your favorite person.
“Bucky,” You breathe out, taken aback by his expression. Instead of running toward you like normal, his head is hanging low, his eyes trained on the ground.
You stand your ground, your eyes following him as he takes a seat on your small couch, his head burying in his hands. Your lips part, your brain trying to come up with something, anything to say.
You swallow, taking several steps forward. “You must be tired. I’ll order a pizza, we can have a movie night.” You say, nodding your head. That must be it— He must be exhausted.
You know movie nights are his favorite, it’s his go-to when he’s had a bad day. You both wrap up in the blankets, his cock pushing into you, holding you in his arms. It’s heaven, you can’t blame him.
Bucky silently shakes his head, his hair falling around his face. It’s gotten longer since you last saw him, letting you know truly just how much time has passed. “I won’t be here much longer,”
You furrow your eyebrows, taking another step forward. You laugh nervously, certain you’ve heard him wrong. “Sure you will, Buck. You just got here,” You try, listening to him take a deep breath. He keeps his head buried in his hands, his shoulders heaving.
“No, y/n. I have to leave,”
You stop dead in your tracks, your heart sinking into your stomach. You stare straight ahead, watching Bucky lift his head. His eyes are watering, showing you just how serious this is.
“You have to leave me?” You ask, your voice barely audible.
“I need to do the right thing.” Bucky says, being as vague as possible. You have no idea what led to this, what caused this. The last time you saw Bucky, you were both happy.
“The right thing?” You repeat, blinking as a tear falls down your cheek. You don’t know what you’ll do without him, you never thought he’d leave you.
Bucky sighs, looking up at you. “I did something horrible while I was away. You deserve so much more, y/n,” He tells you.
You feel nauseous as your head swarms with possibilities. What did he do while he was away? Did he cheat on you? You never thought he’d be one to do that.
When Bucky sees your expression, his eyes widen as he stands up. “I didn’t do anything horrible to you.” He clarifies, cradling your head in his hands. You look up at him, your cheeks soaked with tears now.
“What did you do?” You whisper. You know his work is dangerous, you also know he has to do some things he isn’t proud of. You’ve come to terms with this.
Bucky’s eyes drop to the floor, too ashamed to look at you. He never wants to tell you what he’s done while on a mission, he never wants to scare you away. But after what he did, he wants you to go away.
He’s dangerous. What if one day he hurts you?
“I killed a man,” He whispers, his voice seemingly stuck in his throat. You chuckle dryly, raising an eyebrow. “Buck, you’ve killed men on a mission before. You do what you have to do to keep everyone safe,” You explain.
Bucky shakes his head, a tear falling down his cheek. “No, I killed him after the fight was over. We’d finished our mission, Steve told me to go home. But I didn’t. I went to the man’s house and killed him,”
Bucky couldn’t tell you the reason behind it, he’d never want you to know that he killed a man over you. Over what someone had said about you.
You stare blankly ahead, your heart sinking at the confession. You know Bucky isn’t a perfect guy, but he’s yours. If he said he had to kill someone, you trust him enough to know that he did the right thing.
Still, you can see how much this is bothering him. “Did you enjoy it?” You ask, watching as Bucky’s head snaps up.
“Of course not,” He answers.
You sit down next to him, your knee bumping against his. “You’re not who you used to be. You kill for necessity now, not pleasure,” You remind him. You’ve heard enough about him to know what happened when he was with Hydra, you just don’t know the details.
Bucky glances over at you, his cheeks still wet. “It doesn’t matter, y/n. I still kill people, it doesn’t matter the reason. I’m dangerous,” He warns you.
You roll your eyes, taking his face in your hands. “Bucky, would you ever hurt me?” You ask.
“You know the answer to that,” He responds.
You both know he’d never lay a hand on you. He never even so much as raised his voice at you.
You smile softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I am safe with you. Whatever you do, I’ll be right behind you. I trust you, Buck. Don’t push me away, please,” You beg, your voice gentle.
You know Bucky feels like he doesn’t deserve someone like you, after everything he’s done. But he does, he deserves it most of all.
Without a word, Bucky wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck. You rub his back, pulling him as close as possible.
You vowed from that day on, you’d make him feel as safe as he makes you feel.
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how would bucky react to body acne (like chest or back) it’s kinda something i’ve been insecure about recently and i just want some bucky fluff to get through work today if you don’t mind
bucky would be an utter angel.
thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy my love, and i hope work goes well for you today, and every day after today. <3
this got a little long as per fuckin usual
I'm Gonna Love You - Bucky x Reader
content warning: bucky x reader, angst, insecure!reader, fluff, soft!bucky, comfort.
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You and Bucky have been dating for a few months. It's light and fun, but being that he's often tied up with work, you don't really get to see him a lot - but when you do, it's incredible.
He's a perfect gentleman, with the right amount of cheeky arrogance every now and then, keeping you flustered and falling head over heels for him, and fast. Bucky is falling too, but he isn't afraid of it like he thought he would be. Being with you is the easiest thing he's ever done.
One Friday night, after a long week at work, you're running yourself a soothing bath. You aren't expecting to see Bucky tonight, because he has some party at work.
You both agreed that it's still too soon for you to meet his coworkers, no matter how badly you want to meet the Avengers, seeing as his job is intense and there's a lot of secrets and danger and security issues involved when you start dating a superhero.
Instead, you're planning on having a nice bath and maybe ordering some Chinese later, and then you'll probably spend the rest of the evening texting Bucky to make sure you're still on his mind while he's undoubtedly surrounded by gorgeous women.
While the tub fills up with water, you're standing naked in front of the mirror. You turn around to look at your back, the sight of it making your stomach drop.
The acne has been worse recently, and you aren't sure why. Hundreds of different creams sit half-used in your cupboards, none of them curing your skin. You've tried everything from home-grown herbs to medically prescribed steroids, but nothing has ever worked in removing your acne.
Your heart aches when you think of how Bucky would feel if he was to see it. You've done well to avoid it so far; sticking to missionary and cowgirl during sex and keeping a shirt on the rest of the time, but summer's fast approaching, and with it your anxiety, too. Any week now, the sun will burst through the dreary skies of New York with the fury of a thousand fires, and when Bucky buys you a bikini to wear to the beach, what the fuck are you supposed to do?
There's a knock before you can get into the tub. You answer the door in nothing but the bathrobe that Bucky left behind a few weeks ago, wondering if you accidentally ordered the food already without realizing - but when you see Bucky there, you're shocked.
"Jamie?" You ask as he walks in, wrapping his arms around you. "I thought you had the party tonight?"
"Ah, I thought about going," He mumbles into your neck. "But then I realized I would much rather be with you instead."
With warm cheeks and a warmer heart, you lead him into the living area while he kisses you, almost tripping over the coffee table.
"Nice robe," He whispers against your lips with a smirk.
"Thanks," You reply sweetly, cupping his cheeks. "It belongs to this guy I'm seeing."
"Oh?" Bucky quirks a brow. "And what's this guy like, huh?"
You laugh softly, looking up at him. "Total idiot."
"Huh," he replies, before suddenly grabbing your legs and throwing you over his shoulder. "Must be an idiot if he's left you here alone tonight."
"Don't call him an idiot!" You scold him between laughs as he takes you into your bedroom. "I happen to really like him."
Bucky places you onto the bed before getting down onto his knees in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. "Oh yeah?" Leaning in closer, he lowers his voice to a whisper. "Well, a little birdie told me that he really likes you, too."
Playfully, you pout. "Which other little birdies have you been talking to, mister?"
He grins before standing up. "None but you, my pretty little birdie. None but you." Then, he teasingly takes one of the ties of the bathrobe before slowly pulling on it.
When you realize that he'll see your back if he removes it, you pull back, protectively grabbing the robe and tightening it around your body. "Stop."
Bucky holds his hands up in surrender, taken aback. "You okay, baby?"
Utterly embarassed, you look down. "I'm fine."
He sits next to you on the bed, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't," You promise, your tone softening as you look back up at him. "You have nothing to apologize for, I just..."
Confused, Bucky takes your hand in his. "What is it, baby? What's wrong?"
What are you supposed to say? 'I don't want you to think I'm hideous'?
"I'm just a little..." You trail off weakly, unable to find the strength to verbalize your insecurity.
"It's alright," He whispers, stroking your hair. "We don't have to talk about it if you're not ready."
But you can't keep brushing it under the carpet and acting like everything's fine. You can't keep holding back the truth. It's going to come out one day, and you'd rather it be now before you fall even harder for him and his rejection hurts even worse.
"No, it's okay. I'm ready," You tell him, sitting up straight and meeting his concerned gaze. "I... I don't really like my back."
Your voice is small, and he isn't sure he heard you right. "What did you say?" Bucky asks quietly, leaning closer to you.
A sigh leaves your mouth. This is it. Moment of truth.
"I don't like my back," You say a little louder, fiddling with the belt of the bathrobe. "It- I have acne there. It's all red and... and ugly, and I just hate it. I hate it so much and I didn't- I've tried to hide it from you but I know that that isn't fair on you. But I've just been so scared of losing what we have - I have so much fun with you and I like you a lot and I like that you like me, and I don't want you to stop liking me-"
"And you think something like that could make me stop liking you?" He cuts you off, his voice soft and low. "You think it could make me want you any less?"
You want to fall into his kindness, but you can't. "Easier said than done," You grumble bitterly. "You haven't seen it yet. And when you do, you'll think it's ugly and you won't want me anymore, and you'll try to be polite about it but you'll slowly distance yourself and cancel dates and say you're busy with work, and then I'll see you out on the street with some new girl and it'll be so fucking awkward and-"
"Oh, my God," Bucky mutters, his hand running through your hair. "How much time have you spent overthinking this, baby?"
Sheepishly, you shrug. "Every night since we met."
A pained look overtakes his features and he instantly pulls you into his chest, holding you tight. "Oh, baby, come here. I can't believe you've had this weighing on your chest all this time."
Sniffling, you clutch onto his shirt. "It's okay if- if you leave. I'd understand."
Bucky feels his heart break. How hurt must you have been in the past to be so accustomed to being treated so badly?
"Listen to me," He begins sternly, stroking your cheek. "Remember when we first met?"
A soft laugh leaves your mouth. Your first meeting was an absolute disaster - some wannabe villain was causing havoc in New York, and attacked a bar while you were in it because the mayor's son was partying there that night, too. Bucky and the Falcon were thankfully there to save the day, and Bucky took your number while you were getting wheeled away in an ambulance.
"It wasn't that pretty little dress that truly caught my attention. And, although it definitely helped, it wasn't your gorgeous face either," He teases, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "It was the way you were asking everyone if they were okay and needed help, all while having a broken leg and arm yourself. The way you offered to help some guy pull a table off his friend, ignoring your own pain. That selflessness and purity is what drew me into you, and I saw the angel inside you."
You bite down on your lip, doing your best not to cry.
"And the last time I checked, acne doesn't kill the angel," He goes on to say, placing a kiss on your cheek. "And it sure as all hell can't kill the way I feel for you."
Still not convinced, you take in a shaky breath. "You haven't seen it yet," You repeat lowly, your eyes on the ground.
Bucky pulls you onto his lap, his loving gaze never once faltering. "So show me."
Knowing it's the next thing you have to do, you brace yourself. You loosen the robe before pulling it down your shoulders, facing away from Bucky as you expose your back to him. Unable to see his reaction.
There's a short silence, during which your heart clenches. and then, making your stomach flutter, you feel him press a tender kiss to your back.
"Buck," You whisper, your eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing my girl," He replies soothingly, before wrapping his arm around your bare chest, his cold watch pressing to your nipple. "Is that such a crime?"
Having expected him to be disgusted, you're overwhelmed by his calm, unmoved demeanor. You're moved to tears, and this time you can't hold them back.
Bucky gently rocks you on his lap, his lips close to your ear. "I am so sorry that, somewhere along the line, someone made you feel like your body is something to be ashamed of. I'm sorry that you've had to be in the presence of people that are so insecure and self-hating, that all they can do is project negativity and hate onto others. But I promise you, baby, I'm gonna love you a hundred times as hard as they hurt you. I'm gonna love you until you're sick of me," He says, making you giggle as he kisses your cheek. "I'm gonna love you until all you know is love. And then I'll keep loving you after that, my pretty little birdie."
You meet his eyes, your blurry vision doing little to stifle his beauty. Even through your tears, you can see him for the angel he is. And he brings out the angel in you.
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you are all so beautiful.
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