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stcky-rogers · 4 years

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all over again || one

summary: after a terrible accident has forced you lose your memory, your husband, dean will do whatever it takes to make you fall in love with him all over again. even if it takes a thousand years. movie au, the vow.

pairings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: language, fluff,

stanford, california, 2004

you let out a yawn as you pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, attempting to shield yourself from the cool breeze. it was three in the morning and you wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep before your first class. you were stuck outside of your apartment building in the middle of october, waiting for the okay to go back inside. you’d been sitting in a patch of grass a few feet away from the building for about twenty minutes. you placed your head on your knees as you stared at the building in front of you.

“what do you think caused all of this?” a voice asked beside you. you jumped slightly, the deep voice startling you from your thoughts. you turned to find the voice’s source, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of the stranger.

he was beautiful. his ivory skin looked soft, yet you could see a few scars that adorned his skin, scars that held a story. he had freckles, hundreds, maybe thousands of them scattered across his cheeks and nose. the cold october air bringing about a bright shade of red on his cheeks, the tips of his ears and nose. his plump, pink lips spread across his face in a kind, warming grin. his teeth, perfect and bright under the dim lights of the street lamps. his eyes were bright and enticing, his green orbs were easy to get lost in and you couldn’t help yourself as you stared into them. finding yourself slipping further and further into them.

he tilted his head, a smirk spreading on his lips. you blushed, realizing you were staring at this complete stranger. you cleared your throat and glanced back at him before averting your eyes to the firefighters moving around in front of the building. “could be a number of things,” you shrugged.

the stranger rolled his eyes, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “i think some asshat left their food unattended,” he shrugged, his gaze falling upon you. you nodded, “some chick could’ve left her hair straightener on,” you mumbled, recalling the many times you’d done it.

you looked up at him, catching him wrapping his arms around himself as he chuckled. you hadn’t noticed it before, but now you did. “you must be freezing!” you exclaimed, staring incredulously at the man beside you. he shook his head, “nah, i’m fine.” he lied, doing his best to hide the shiver that passed through him as a soft breeze blew.

“you’re naked,” you deadpanned, unwrapping the blanket from yourself, adjusting it so it draped over your shoulders. he gave an awkward chuckle, “i’m, i’m not naked.” he muttered. you rolled your eyes, holding out the other end of the blanket to help cover him up. he stared at you for a second before he accepted your offer, pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

“i’m dean,” he said, a kind smile on his lips. you returned his smile and introduced yourself, listening to him repeat your name. “thank you, for sharing your blanket with me,” he blushed and you waved him off.

this man was in nothing but his boxers, did he really expect for you to let him freeze to death. a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you watched some firefighters start exiting the building. shortly, you and the rest of the tenants in your building were able to enter the building.

you and dean walked side by side into the building, your blanket still draped over the both of you. you made your way over to the elevator, dean still at your side. you looked up at him as you moved around the elevator, allowing the others to pile in. you could see the other tenants in your building moving up the stairs. you waited until it was just you and dean in the elevator before you asked him what floor he lived on. he smiled down at you, his eyes screaming for sleep. “four,” you pulled your blanket off of yourself and allowed him to wrap himself up in it completely.

he gave you another smile, “thank you,” he yawned. you stepped off of the elevator once the doors opened and dean frowned at you. you were walking down the hall and he followed after you, watching you stop in front of the door across from his. he’d lived there for a year and he had never once noticed the beautiful stranger living across from him.

dean called your name, making you stop in your tracks and spin around to face him. he pulled the blanket from around his shoulders and held it out for you to take. you grinned and shook your head, “keep it,” you shrugged before pushing open your door and closing it behind you, quickly making your way back to bed.

it’d been weeks since you last saw your beautiful neighbor. you often thought about him and you had no clue as to why.

you were walking to a small diner a couple blocks away from your apartment. you pulled open the door and scanned the diner, smiling when you saw him settled into a booth. you made your way over to your friend and grinned at him as you sat down. “shortstop, you made it!” you rolled your eyes at your friend.

“of course i did. i’d never miss out on dinner with my favorite guy.” sam chuckled and shook his head. you’d been friends with sam since he was a freshman at stanford.

you were walking to one of your classes and ran into the enormous guy, you were about to tell the guy off before he began to apologize profusely as he pulled you back on your feet. he asked you for directions to his next class and you helped him. you practically took him under your wing from that moment on.

“i invited my brother, i hope you don’t mind,” sam winced and you waved him off, “i’d be happy to meet more winchesters.” you grinned. a figure approached the table and you turned to look at the person. your face heating up in a blush as he stared back down at you, your name tumbling from his lips in surprise.

“dean, hi,” you breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. sam leaned forward, elbows resting on the table as he looked between the two of you. his finger pointing at his brother then at you, “wait, you know each other?” sam asked, confusion evident on his face.

the two of you turned your gazes away from one another to sam, “uh, yeah,” dean said, sitting down next to sam. “she’s the neighbor who shared her blanket with me.” dean grinned back at you. “to be fair, you were practically naked. i’d be a monster if i didn’t share my blanket with you.”

sam smirked, “so, that means your ‘hot neighbor’ is my brother,” dean was sporting a cocky smirk and you whined. “samuel!”

the rest of the night was spent in laughter and the winchesters throwing fries at one another when the other began to share an embarrassing story about the other.

“do you remember that time you broke your arm because you thought you could fly?” dean giggled and sam grunted, flicking a piece of lettuce in dean’s direction.

you chuckled, “let me guess, you dressed yourself up as a superhero?” you quirked a brow as sam looked down at his lap, dean’s face turning red from laughter. the way he threw his head back and the boisterous sound rising from his chest, the way his eyes crinkled in the corners. god, you were crushing on this man and you were crushing hard. you smiled as dean finally calmed down, he wiped at his eyes, getting rid of the tears. he held his stomach as he recovered, letting out a sigh as a huge smile spread across his lips.

“he was dressed up as superman,” dean licked his lips, his smile growing. “which must have made you batman,” dean smirked, “it’s only right the better brother gets to be the better superhero,” dean shrugged. you smiled and shook your head at the older winchester.

after a while, the three of you decided it was time to head home. sam made sure dean knew to get you home safely or there’d be consequences. the walk home was silent, yet peaceful. there was just something about being in dean’s presence that made you feel so comfortable.

dean cleared his throat, his hands shoved in his jacket. “so, how do you know, sam?” dean asked, looking down at you. you smiled, “sam was freshman and had absolutely no clue where he was going. while i was walking to my next class, i was knocked on my ass by this huge kid. i was already having a pretty bad day and just as i was about to explode, he just starts apologizing and i just couldn’t bring myself to hurt such a sweet kid. he needed help finding one of his classes and since our classes were close, i showed him the way and i sort of took him under my wing.” you shrugged, dean grinned.

“you’re the friend he calls shortstop, aren’t you?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. “i’m not that short,” you huffed. dean chuckled, his arm brushing against yours as the two of you walked. the two of you were just outside of your apartment building when dean had softly grabbed your arm. you spun around to face him and he smiled at you.

“would you, uh, do you wanna go out sometime?” he was blushing and fuck, you thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, awaiting your answer.

you grinned, “i’d love to, dean.” he exhaled and grinned. “awesome! that’s just awesome!” he exclaimed and signaled for you to turn around. you tilted your head and did as he asked. you heard a lot of shuffling around, a harsh thud, and a groan leaving dean’s lips.

you turned around to see dean on the ground. you rushed to his side, wincing at the knot forming on his forehead. he peeled his eyes open and closed them immediately. you helped him sit up and he groaned, “what the hell happened?” you asked as dean turned to look at you. you noticed he was struggling to keep his eyes on you, “i think you have a concussion.” you grimaced.

you pulled dean to his feet, steadying him as he stumbled. you carefully guided him inside the building and into the elevator. you stepped off of the elevator, your arm wrapped around dean’s waist as you walked him over to your apartment. you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door, you flicked on the light and walked dean over to your couch. you helped sit on the couch and he grunted, “are you okay?” you asked and he blinked in your direction.

he opened his mouth to speak, “yeah, i think so. i just have a killer headache.” you nodded, going to your medicine cabinet and grabbing a couple of ibuprofens and a bottle of water from your fridge. you took an ice pack from the freezer before making your way back into the living room, you handed them to dean, who eagerly took the items from you.

dean smiled gratefully and you returned it, “i have some movies, if you want to watch one.” you offered and dean nodded. “that’d be great,” you made your way to your bedroom to change your clothes. you pulled on a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt before exiting the room. dean smiled over at you as you walked back into the room, ice pack pressed firmly to the knot on his head. you returned his smile before putting on point break, you grabbed two blankets and walked over to your couch and taking a seat next to dean.

as you watched the movie, you held a conversation with dean, making sure he was alert and awake. he was responding and holding the conversation. you were watching the part where keanu had let swayze escape and before you knew it you were passed out on your couch.

when you woke the next morning, dean was tucked behind you on the couch, his arms wrapped around your legs and head resting against the arm of the couch. you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you looked at the gorgeous man on your couch. he stirred, pulling your legs closer to his chest, your heart skipping a beat.

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stcky-rogers · 4 years

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just friends | epilogue

summary: bucky barnes, now a successful record executive, confessed his unrequited feelings for his best friend. ten years later, he returns home for the holidays when his plans to go to paris fall through. stuck in brooklyn with his crazy family and an egotistical pop star, bucky tries to get himself out of the friendzone. movie au, just friends

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language and fluff

thirteen

manhattan, ny, 2020

you sighed, sinking yourself lower into the water. your muscles relaxing in the warm, lavender scented water. you let your head rest against the back of the tub and closed your eyes, listening to your music playing softly throughout the bathroom. this was definitely what you needed after dealing with fourth graders all week. a hot, lavender scented, bubble bath, a juice box, and some soft music definitely relaxed your tense muscles.

you were so lost in your own world you didn’t even hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and into the bathroom. your eyes flew open when a pair of lips peppering light kisses on your shoulder startled you, almost making you drop your juice box and scream. you spun around quickly to see bucky staring back at you, a smirk playing at his lips. “calm down, it’s me.” he chuckled.

you rolled your eyes and slumped back into the water. “i could’ve shot you or something,” you muttered, closing your eyes and leaning back. “oh, yeah?” you hummed in response, sipping from the straw in your juice box. bucky’s hand resting on the nape of your neck. you could practically hear the smirk in bucky’s voice as he spoke, “with what gun?” he asked.

you pouted and craned your neck to look at him, “can you just let me be great, just once?” bucky smiled widely, the corner of his eyes crinkling. he pressed a kiss to your cheek and nodded. “sure, but just once.” he chuckled, he leaned over and kissed your lips softly.

he squinted and licked his lips once he pulled away, his head cocking to the side. “apple?” he asked and you nodded. “am apple a day keeps the doctor away,” you said, taking another sip and turning to rest your head back on the edge of the bath.

bucky snorted and shook his head, “i don’t think that’s how that works, doll.” you shrugged and toyed with the straw. bucky stood up from his crouched position by the bathtub and smiled down at you.

“meet me downstairs when you’re done, doll, i have somethin’ i wanna show you.” you nodded and puckered your lips at him and he rolled his eyes before leaning down to kiss you once more. you smiled against his lips and pecked him once more before pulling away.

“i’ll be down soon.” you informed and he nodded before making his way to the door.

you waited a beat before finally draining the water and making your way over to the shower to rinse off the bubbles. once you were finished, you patted yourself dry and wrapped your towel around yourself, padding into your bedroom. you walked into the room to see a box with a bright red bow wrapped around it sitting on your bed. a small place card sat on top of the box, the words ‘wear me’ written across it. you walked over to it, taking a seat on the bed and setting the box on your lap. untying the bow and opening the box, you pulled out it’s contents. you ran your hands over the fabric, it was incredibly soft. you smiled softly to yourself, shaking your head.

it was the long sleeve, satin dress you’d been telling bucky about for the past month. one day, after work, you’d stopped by the small boutique when the dress had caught your eye in the shop's window. once inside, you made a beeline for the dress only to realize there weren’t any in your size.

“oh, buck, i’m so lucky to have you,” you muttered to yourself, holding the material to your chest. you giggled to yourself and started to get ready for whatever bucky had planned for the night. you moisturized your skin and quickly slipped into the dress. you walked over to the floor length mirror and did a few spins, smirking at yourself. you looked so fucking good in the dress and it fit perfectly. it hugged your form in a way you knew bucky would love. you tugged your hair out of the bun you’d put it in before your bath and ran a brush through it a few times before you slipped on a pair of heels. you didn’t even bother with your makeup since it still looked pretty good. you made your way down the stairs and you could see bucky walk over to the bottom of the stairs. his smile grew wider as he watched you descend down the steps.

“wow,” he breathed, taking in your form, “you look so beautiful.” you grinned in response and placed a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

“thank you, honey. you look very handsome.” he was wearing one of your favorite suits, the black suit with the white pinstripes. bucky had grown his hair out, claiming it was because he was too busy for haircuts.

bucky blushed, his hair falling into his face when he dropped his head. you smiled, almost three years together and you still made each other blush. shaking his head, bucky slipped his hand in yours and led you a foot away from the stairs. he picked up his tie from the end table and smiled softly at you, you immediately knew what he wanted and you nodded.

“it’s only for a second, doll.” he assured, using the tie as a blindfold. you felt bucky’s chest brush against your back when he finished, his hands resting on your waist as he guided you through your home.

you came to a stop and you were just itching to take off the blindfold, bucky chuckling in your ear. he pressed a kiss to your cheek and removed the tie. you blinked to readjust to the lighting and your breath caught in your throat when at the scene in front of you. bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his chest, his chin dropping to rest on your shoulder.

you reached out, your fingers lightly brushing against the canvas. tears welled up in your eyes. to your left was a painting of your dad, your siblings, pepper, and you. it was the same picture you’d taken a few hours before the christmas disaster back in brooklyn. and to your right, was a picture you’d thought was gone forever.

it was a portrait of your dad, you, and your mom. the picture had been taken a week before she’d passed away.

you took a deep breath to calm yourself before you turned around in bucky’s arms. he pulled you in closer to his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you pulled back to look up at him, god, you’d never loved him more at that moment.

“i remember how you used to carry that picture with you everywhere you went.” bucky smiled, “and, you were so upset when it was lost during our move and ever since then i’d been working on that painting. that way, you’d never lose it again.” he confessed, blue eyes staring behind you. “then, i felt guilty for not including the rest of your family, hence the two paintings.”

you shook your head at the man in front of you. he was so thoughtful, so caring, and so fucking good to you. you had no clue what you did to deserve him. ever since you started dating that man had been doing his best to give you the world and he’d been doing a damn good job of it.

“i love you,” your voice coming out softly, barely able to be heard.

bucky just grinned, “i love you, too, doll. now, come on. i made all of your favorites.”

bucky grabbed your hand and led you over to the dining table. bucky pulled out your chair for you and you took your seat, smiling when he placed a kiss on top of your head. bucky set a glass of champagne in front of you and you thanked him.

you ate dinner, talking, and laughing with bucky to pass the time. when you finished, you helped bucky clean up your dishes and put them away. you were sitting on your couch, feet in bucky’s lap. you were listening to bucky humming along to the song playing through the speakers. you smiled softly, you stood up and reached for bucky’s hand.

“dance with me?” you asked and bucky smiled. “of course, doll.”

bucky stood and took your head, spinning you around and pulling you into his chest. you giggled and rested your head on his shoulder. you closed your eyes and hummed along to the song. bucky’s hand tightened around your waist, you lifted your head to look at bucky. his eyes shining with an unknown emotion.

“doll,” bucky started, “you are the utmost beautiful woman i have ever laid my eyes on. you are the most patient, kind, and amazing person on this planet. i didn’t deserve you, hell, i don’t deserve you. yet, you were willing to give me another chance to love you the right way and cherish you. and, i have to be honest, i never thought we would get this far, but we did, sweetheart. i have never wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone other than you. you complete me, you’re my better half, doll. i love you with every fiber of my being and then some. you have my heart, forever.”

his eyes were burning with passion, unshed tears filling both of your eyes as you stared back at one another. your breath shaky as you anticipated what was yet to come. already wanting to shout your answer to the rooftops and let everyone know how much you loved james buchanan barnes.

“you took something so broken and shattered and put it all back together again, piece by piece. i never knew how empty i was until i saw you again in that bar and even after i hurt you, you still let me back in and you still loved me.” bucky let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

bucky took a step back from you, dropping to one knee. his hand fishing around in his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box. with a shaky breath, he opened it. he stared up at you, fear evident in his gorgeous eyes, but his undying love for you more present than ever.

“marry me?” he whispered. you weren’t even able to form a coherent sentence, much less a word. you rapidly nodded your head and immediately pulled him to his feet, his hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a loving kiss, one that held so many emotions. a kiss that stated how much you loved each other, a kiss that said everything you couldn’t. bucky pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. bucky brought your hand up to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. you hadn’t even noticed bucky slipped the ring on your finger.

“your gifts totally make mine look shitty,” you pouted and bucky chuckled. he wrapped you in his arms and sighed, “waking up next to you everyday is the best gift i could ask for.” you chuckled, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “i could say the same.”

bucky rubbed your arms and pulled you back over to the couch, handing you your same untouched glass of champagne from earlier in the night. you shook your head and bucky frowned.

“doll, what’s wrong?” a concerned look on bucky’s face as he set the glass back down on the coffee table. you shook your head and smiled up at him. he quickly moved to sit on the couch with you, taking your hands in his. bucky’s brow furrowed as he stared deeply at you, wondering why you hadn’t touched your drink. he knew it was one of your favorites.

bucky’s expression became unreadable and you gulped. “wait, are you,” he trailed off, searching your face for the answer.

“ten weeks,” you bit your lip. bucky broke out into a huge grin. “jeez, woman. you just don’t know when to quit making me smile, do you?”

“you’re such a dork,” you shook your head, resting your head on bucky’s shoulder. “i’m your dork.” he mumbled before placing a kiss to the top of your head, his hand resting on your belly. you were going to marry the love of your life and you were carrying his child, everything was perfect.

you lifted your head to place a quick peck to bucky’s lips. “happy anniversary, bucky.”

he smiled in return, bringing you closer. “happy anniversary, doll.”

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stcky-rogers · 4 years

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all over again || two

pairings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: language, angst,

masterlist | one

new york, 2012

in his lifetime, dean has experienced pain.

when he was three, he’d been playing outside with a friend and he fell, scraping his knee against the concrete. the burning he felt when his mom cleaned his wound with the rubbing alcohol.

when he was four, dean witnessed a fight between his parents. a fight so bad, john moved out of the house for a few days. mary put on a brave facade for her son, but even at his age, he could see right through it. it hurt to see his mom struggle to keep her marriage together and to look after her boys alone, but dean wouldn’t let her do it alone. he gave her a hug, as tight as he could manage and told her how much he loved her.

when he was fourteen, he was on babysitting duty. his parents had taken him and sam on a road trip. they made a stop in flagstaff, john and mary went to get something for dinner while sam and dean slept. while dean slept, sam had picked up his bag and left. when dean woke up, he freaked out at the empty bed next to his. he looked everywhere for his brother, trying his best to find him before his parents came back. with no luck, dean went back to the motel room waiting for his parents to come back so he could break the news. when john found out, he ripped dean a new one. two weeks later, sam had been found and dean was relieved, but hurt that his brother could do something like that.

when he was sixteen, his parents were going through financial issues. he’d been left to babysit sam while his parents were at work. dean had left their home after sam went to bed and used the money his dad had given him in a poker game. dean left the game with nothing, resulting in him getting caught stealing food. when the officer called john and told him what happened, dean was hurt by his father’s choice to leave him with sonny in the boy’s home. dean was fueled by anger and betrayal at his father’s choice, after learning to let that go, dean began to excel in school, he began building a life there, until john and sam came for him.

when he was twenty-two, dean experienced the worst night of his life. sam had been offered a full ride to stanford university. dean and mary were proud and excited for sam, but john, john was beyond pissed. john refused to allow sam to move across the country. sam was frustrated because he was still being treated like a child, dean and mary tried to defuse the situation, but all efforts were ignored. both john and sam said some really hurtful things to each other that night. when dean woke up in the morning, his brother was already gone, he hadn’t even said goodbye. dean felt as if he’d been abandoned once again.

when he was twenty-five, he’d been outside of your apartment building. he’d just asked you out on a date and he’d been so elated, he couldn’t contain it. he asked you to turn around, so he could celebrate like the dork he was. somehow, dean had gotten too excited and ran into a pole, giving himself a concussion. the pain radiating through his skull left him immobile. but, your face appearing in his vision almost made it all disappear.

but, nothing, absolutely nothing caused him more pain than his wife, the love of his life, not even remembering who he was. he could feel his heart shattering in his chest. he felt like he was falling in an dark, endless pit as he looked at you. he didn’t know what to think, he didn’t know what to do. tears burned his eyes as he stood at the foot of your bed, mouth hung open as he wracked his brain for something to say. he was completely and utterly speechless.

you stared back at him, a blank expression on your face as the stranger held your gaze. he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to his boots. his head hung as he walked over to you, taking a seat in the chair beside your bed. he could feel your eyes following his every move, slowly, dean reached for you hand only for you to pull away from him. he pulled his hand back as if he’d touched a hot stove, you watched as his eyes fluttered closed, making a tear slip from his eye.

opening them back up, dean caught you looking at the ring on your hand. he felt like he was suffocating, he couldn’t stand to be in the hospital room. he stood from his chair quickly, practically running out of the room with your doctor following closely behind him.

dean ran a hand over his face as he marched through the halls of the hospital, desperately looking for the exit. “mr. winchester,” your doctor called, making dean stop in his tracks. he took a moment to pull himself together before he spun around to face him, “you said everything was fine, you said everything was okay!” dean was fuming, the tips of his ears turning red. after your surgery the doctor said everything would be fine, he said with a little time to recover, you’d be back home in no time.

“mr. winchester, this is a more complicated situation, the brain is the most complicated thing. it’s not a laceration or a fracture. impairment is caused by the swelling of the brain pressing against the skull, which can cause memory loss, erratic moods, and confusion.” the doctor explained.

dean scoffed, “my wife doesn’t remember me, she looks at me like i’m some fucking stranger,” dean’s voice broke. he shoved past the doctor and made his way to the door, walking through it when it slide open for him. when he was on the other side, he stopped, his heart beating in his ears. dean couldn’t breathe, he clutched his chest as he took in a shaky breath.

he bent over at the waist and placed his hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath. a sob broke through his lips, his shoulders shaking, his chest heaving as he finally broke down. the tears sliding down his cheeks, one by one. dean had never felt so broken, so helpless. he felt hollow, just a shell of the man he once was. something he hadn’t felt in years. another sob passed through his lips, his legs giving out on him as he just about collapsed on the ground.

two arms circled around dean, catching him just before his knees hit the ground. a grunt left the person’s lips as they pulled dean to his feet and over to the bench just outside the doors of the hospital. dean sobbed, his lip quivering as the tears flowed freely down his stubbled cheeks. a pair of arms wrapped his in a hug, his head resting on their shoulder.

“sam,” dean choked out. sam shushed his brother, his hand rubbing his brother’s back as he cried.

it took dean about twenty minutes to calm down, small hiccups leaving his lips. every once in a while, a shudder would run through dean. he didn’t know if it was from the cold air or from the fact that he was just bawling a few minutes ago. dean wiped at his face, “she doesn’t remember,” he finally spoke, his voice croaky.

sam took in a sharp breath, “i thought everything was okay,” sam frowned. dean let out a dry chuckle, “yeah, i thought so, too. doc said the swelling made her brain press against her skull and caused an impairment.” dean shrugged. sam sighed, “does she not remember everything or is it one of those things where she reverted back to her memories before the trauma.”

dean sighed, his fingers playing with the silver band on his finger. “i’m guessing the second one, she knew her name, but she didn’t know me.”

sam had taken dean to get something to eat. dean didn’t speak at all since they’d left the hospital. sam ordered for the both of them and they sat in silence while they ate. when they left the diner, sam placed a few bills on the table and walked with his brother back to the car.

“hey, could you take me home? i’d like to shower and grab a few things before we head back.” dean’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper as he spoke. sam nodded, “of course, dean.”

sam had driven his brother home and followed him inside the house. dean wandered off into the bathroom and began to strip out of his clothes. he turned on the water and climbed inside the shower, allowing the water to pour down on him. he placed his hand against the shower wall as his shoulders began to droop, his head hanging low.

dean stood under the water for a few minutes before he actually began showering. he scrubbed his skin until it was bright red. he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. he freed his skin of the water and wrapped the towel around his waist. he made his way into his bedroom and pulled on a pair of boxers from his drawer. he pulled on the rest of his clothes, a knock sounding at the door as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“come in,” he called. sam stepped inside the room. “i packed a couple bags for you,” sam shoved his hands in his pockets and dean nodded. “thanks, sam. i really appreciate it,” he gave his brother a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. sam returned the smile and nodded, “it’s no problem, dean. you ready to head back?” dean nodded, slipping on his boots and heading out of the bedroom. dean pulled on his jacket and grabbed the bags sam had put together for him. the brothers walked out of the house and made their way to the car, dean set the bags in the backseat and climbed inside the car.

dean was woken up by someone shaking him. a grunt left his lips as he lifted his head from the love seat, his gaze fell upon you and he sat up instantly. “hey,” you gave him a small smile, “hi,” dean looked over to the other couch, sam still knocked out.

he looked back at you, “i’m hungry,” you blurted. dean chuckled, “okay, let’s get you something to eat.” he stood up from the couch and led you over to the cafeteria. dean was silent as you piled food on your plates.

“so, we’re married?” you asked and dean smiled, you were always one to get straight to the point. “yeah, we’ve been married for six years.” you nodded, “and my hair?”

dean grinned, “you said, ‘it’s takes so fucking long to straighten, i’d rather be in my office.’”

“i have an office?” you asked, watching dean grab a couple of drinks for the two of you. “yeah, you and my brother are partners in a law firm.” you frowned, “i’m a lawyer? i, no, i was in med school.” dean walked you over to a table.

dean pulled out your chair and took a seat across from you. “um, you were a few credits shy before you decided to change your major.” dean sighed, you picked at your food. “the last time i wanted to be a doctor, i was a junior in high school.” you sniffled.

dean’s face fell, he hated when you were upset. you saw the look of determination cross his face. he was going to help you in any way he could. he had to, you had no clue who he was and what the two of you shared. he was beyond determined to help you remember or make you fall in love with him all over again. no matter what it took.

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all over again

pairings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: language, violence, angst, smut,

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this means war — one

summary: shield operatives bucky barnes and steve rogers are inseparable best friends and partners. what happens when their friendship and partnership is put to the test when they both fall for the same girl and have to compete for her love and attention? movie au, this means war.

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader

warnings: some language, some angst, mentions of loneliness, mentions of cheating, very embarrassing moment

hong kong, ‘18

steve and bucky waited outside of the building for confirmation on the target. bucky glanced at steve who had been staring behind him. following his gaze, bucky saw a pretty little redhead flirting with steve. bucky rolled his eyes, “business now, pleasure later.” he huffed, fixing his tie.

steve smirked, “why can’t i have a little fun, pal?” bucky turned to face his best friend, shaking his head. “because i need you to cover my ass when shit hits the fan.” steve sighed, “fair enough.” he mumbled, turning his attention away from the redhead.

“all eyes are up,” sam’s voice spoke through their comms. “sat cams are good.” tony said, sitting next to sam. sam gave tony a pointed look which resulted in the dark-haired man smirking at him. “target is inbound, eta five minutes.” sam grumbled. a new voice spoke up, “mission is a go. repeat, you are green to go. intercept and apprehend karpov and zemo. secure the device,” peggy ordered. “oh, and boys, remember this mission is covert.”

that was all the confirmation barnes and rogers needed before they entered the building, smirks plastered on their faces. steve’s smirk widened as the redhead from earlier approached him, her friend trailing behind her. “i’ve got some action.” he mumbled to bucky. bucky took a minute to assess them, making sure they weren’t working with the targets. they didn’t seem like the spy type due to the way their bodies were relaxed and the lustful look in their eyes. “hi.” the red head introduced and giggled, offering her hand. “pleased to meet you, i’m james.” he introduced himself, shaking her hand lightly.

she turned her attention to steve, who introduced himself and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. “so, what brings you to hong kong? business,” she glanced at bucky. “or pleasure?” she said, licking her lips as she turned her attention back to steve. “pleasure,” steve said at the same time bucky said, “business.” bucky gave him a glare, smirking steve replied, “a little bit of both.” the brunette standing next to redhead spoke up, “what kind of business?” bucky crossed his arms as he looked at steve. “i, uh, i’m a cruise ship captain of a very large vessel.” bucky snorted, steve was still terrible at lying. “my friend, here, is a travel agent.” bucky smiled and nodded as steve looked at him for confirmation.

redhead played with the end of steve’s tie. “permission to come aboard, captain?” bucky rolled his eyes before grabbing steve by the arm before he made a rash decision. “on that note,” bucky looked at steve sternly. “will you excuse us, ladies, we have some business to tend to.”

steve huffed, “no, we don’t.” bucky clenched his jaw, “yes, we do.” he mumbled before he turned to walk away. steve looked out at the door, sighing, once he saw karpov and zemo exiting the helicopter.

he gave redhead an apologetic smile, “yes, we do.” he took his position by the bar as bucky lingered in the crowd. giving each other a slight nod, they focused on their task. “that’s a lovely suit.” a woman complimented steve, running her fingers over the lapels. not having the time to flirt, steve gave her a polite smile before answering her. “well, it is savile row’s finest.” he turned slightly as zemo and karpov walked by him, he also noticed the stare zemo had been giving him as he followed after his uncle. karpov nodded to the guard who was standing next to the wooden door he was headed for.

“i see you brought your pet to protect you.” alexander pierce laughed as the two men entered the room. zemo had been opening up the briefcase that contained the money when pierce made his comment. zemo froze up, looking back at his boss before stepping away from the table. karpov frowned, “what did you say?” his accent thick as he spoke. alexander smirked, loving how he got under the man’s skin. “let’s go, helmut.” karpov sighed out, quickly retrieving his weapon and shooting pierce and his men.

tony’s voice rang through the agents’ comms, “shots fired, men down.” bucky and steve turned their attention to the door. karpov and zemo emerged, carrying both briefcases with them as the door shut behind them. steve turned to face the bar again, “alright, here we go.” he mumbled into his comm. bucky gave a brief nod, smirking softly as he moved to take down the guard.

shit definitely hit the fan and it hit the fan impossibly fast. bucky and steve stood on top of the building, looking down as zemo’s body fell from the building. they both winced when they heard the impact of his body hitting a car. bucky shifted his gaze back to the helicopter, noticing the money flying around him and his partner. briefcase in hand, bucky and steve abandoned the area.

“karpov is not going to be happy.” he breathed. bucky scoffed, “honestly, i’m more concerned about the boss.” steve smiled a little, walking next to bucky as they left the room. “definitely,” he agreed. “hey, you think those girls are still here?” steve asked causing bucky to roll his eyes. “here we go.” he mumbled to himself.

shield headquarters, new york

walking into the office the next day, the boys had a pep in their step. they both smiled brightly at each other once they stepped off of the elevator and made their way to their desks. sinking into their chairs, they began to relax. bucky grabbed his neck pillow, placing it around his neck and tossing his head back. steve chuckled at his friend. the moment steve opened his mouth to speak, he heard the angry clicking of heels.

“barnes. rogers.” she called, the men snapped their heads in her direction. “my office. now.” she stalked off. the men hurriedly followed after her.

peggy carter was not a force to be reckoned with. the woman was poised, classy, and one hell of a fighter. peggy didn’t take any lip from anyone. bucky remembers the time steve and him had first met the director. some punk decided he was going to get smart with her and she landed a swift right hook to his jaw. with the way things have been going with the duo, they’d end up like that punk had pretty soon, unconscious with a broken jaw.

the boys followed her into the office and slowly sat down in the two chairs across from her desk. she slammed a file down on the desk. “eight men in the morgue and zemo in the middle of the street.” peggy said as she rounded the desk, leaning against it. bucky looked up from his hands. “yes, but to be fair, we-” peggy pointed at him, “shut up.” bucky snapped his mouth shut and looked back down at his hands.

“shutting up right now.” he muttered. “i don’t know how many times i have said to the two of you that this mission is to be covert. now, it’s clear that you two dumbasses have no idea what that means.” steve opened his mouth to speak. peggy held up her hand, “i’m not finished,” she said and steve thought it was best to not say anything, he could see the fire burning behind her eyes.

“now, thanks to my two best agents,” she rolled her eyes, “i have to worry about karpov enacting revenge for the death of his nephew. so, you guys are grounded.” she smiled. “grounded?” bucky asked, then it clicked. he rested his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands.

“yes, grounded. now, leave.” she instructed. the two men stood up and walked away from her office and back to their desks. when the two sunk back into their seats, steve rested his head face down on the desk, tapping away with his pen. bucky put his neck pillow back on his shoulders and watched as his gun spun in circles on the surface of his desk.

this was going to be a fun punishment.

on the other side of new york city, you were setting things on fire. a small smile emerged on your lips as you saw the pans not catch fire. “the cortex has minimal damage, just some calcining around the edges. however the templite has significant damage. cortex get the recommend.” you informed your assistant. you quickly unzipped the jumpsuit you wore during experiments, hanging it up and marching into your office, your assistant hot on your heels.

your assistant called your name, gaining your attention. “yes.” you answered, turning to face her. “i just wanted to know if it’s okay if i leave a little bit early today, since it’s the holiday weekend. peter’s planning some romantic getaway.” she informed you.

you smiled, “yeah, of course,” then suddenly her words hit you. “it’s a holiday. and a weekend.” gamora cocked her head to the side as she looked at you. “yes, go ahead and have fun.” you grinned softly. gamora smiled at you and happily hurried out of your office.

the work day and your gym time finally ended. you were on your way home, happily singing along softly to the song playing through your headphones. and that’s when it happened. after three years, you finally saw him again. he quickly came to a stop in front of you, almost running you over with his bike.

he smiled when he saw you, saying your name happily. “thor, hey.” you awkwardly chuckled. “hey,” he said, he was staring at you and it was starting to become awkward. “thor?” you asked, quietly. he lightly shook his head and laughed, “oh, um, this is my fiancee, jane.” he said, pointing over to the brunette on her bike. she gave a small wave. “you’re engaged,” you swallowed, “to be married,” thor nodded.

he smiled sweetly at jane and it made you want to throw up. “yeah, things just worked out how they were supposed to.” you hummed, a frown slowly making its way to your face.

he pressed a long kiss to jane’s lips and you shifted on your feet. “yeah, okay. i’m going to go. i have to meet my boyfriend, scott.” you lied. “congratulations,” you said and immediately stalked off. you mentally kicked yourself because of the lie you had just told.

honestly, you hadn’t seen anyone after thor. thor was the love of your life, well, he was until he cheated on you. since then you buried yourself in your work. not giving yourself time to go out on dates.

you walked to your favorite chinese restaurant, opening the door and you were instantly greeted by scott. “egg roll for one!” he shouted and you internally sobbed. you smiled weakly as you made your way to your favorite seat.

“bad day?” scott asked when you sat down, handing you a towel. “you could say that,” you mumbled. you placed your face inside the towel, wanting the world to swallow you whole. the door opened and scott greeted the entering customers. someone stood next to you and cleared their throat. you removed your face from the towel and looked up into those stupid blue eyes.

“we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” thor laughed. you just smiled and turned your head away from him. “where’s your guy, scott?” thor asked, looking around the restaurant. “um, he’s on his way.” you informed, quickly averting your eyes away from the engaged couple.

“your guy?” scott scoffed. you gave scott a pointed look and scott hadn’t even looked your way. “it’s always egg roll for one.” he frowned. you placed your face back into the towel. after a few seconds, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a few bills, dropping them on the counter.

“i’m gonna go,” you whispered, moving past the couple and out of the door. you walked home, briskly. you were tired and it was starting to get to you. when you reached the steps to your building. you smiled politely at the man behind the desk.

you called for the elevator and once you were inside, you hit the button for your penthouse. once you unlocked the door to your home, you closed the door softly and pressed your back against it. you slowly slid down the door until you were finally sitting on the floor and that’s when you finally let the tears fall.

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just friends | six

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, bucky’s a major asshole in this one, sibling banter.

five

bucky woke with a groan and he squeezed his eyes shut.

god, my back hurts. he thought to himself. bucky grunted as he pushed himself up off the floor. he stood up and began stretching his limbs. a few pops here and there echoed throughout the empty room. bucky sighed, straightening up his makeshift bed. when he was finished, bucky made his way downstairs. bucky walked into the kitchen and smiled at the sight.

winnie and wanda were cooking breakfast and singing a lot to the christmas song playing on the radio. bucky began humming the song as he moved to peck his sister and his mother on the cheek before stealing a piece of bacon. bucky whined when wanda smacked his hand. winnie chuckled at the two before handing another piece of bacon to bucky.

he stuck his tongue out at wanda and she whined, “mom,” she scolded. winnie looked over to wanda, “sweetie, there’s more than enough.” she explained. she leaned closer to her daughter, “besides, i’m making cookies and if that bacon distracts your brother from the smell then that means more for us.” wanda nodded and smirked at bucky.

bucky was at peace, it felt good, but strange to be back home. bucky was enjoying the peace and quiet, until a certain redhead came bounding down the stairs. “james!” she giggled, running towards him. she collided with his body and smiled up at him. “our flight leaves at six tonight.” bucky hummed, sliding away from her.

winnie shook her head, she thought there was definitely something off about natasha. “bucky, go wake your brother up for me, please?” bucky quickly pressed a kiss to his mom’s cheek and made his way to pietro’s room.

not bothering to knock, bucky opened the door and frowned when he saw all the posters on his brother’s wall. bucky shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. pietro was curled into a ball at the foot of his bed, bucky tapped his cheek. bucky continued his attempts at waking his brother and when nothing worked, bucky landed a harsh swat to pietro’s cheek.

“hey, dumbass.” he grunted, pietro woke with a start and smacked his brother back when he saw who it was. the two began a slap fight and bucky jumped a little and ended up sitting on his brother’s face. pietro let out a muffled scream, causing bucky to grab his face. “i need a favor.” bucky confessed.

“why would i help you?” pietro asked. “because there’s something in it for you,” bucky told him, “so, technically, you’d be doing yourself a favor.” bucky told him about how he ran into you at the bar last night. “here we go,” pietro attempted to roll his eyes, but bucky’s thigh was preventing him from doing so.

bucky hopped up and pietro let out another scream, “i’m not the same person i was in high school, bud,” pietro laughed, “you’ll always be fat to me, buck.” bucky smacked his brother’s forehead before squishing his face once again. “i need you to keep natasha occupied today.” pietro grinned under the pressure of bucky’s thigh, “i can do that.” bucky let his brother up. “good. breakfast is done by the way.”

the two made their way downstairs, breakfast was great. bucky was sort of...glad natasha had set the plane on fire. he didn’t realize how much he had missed being home. when breakfast was over, bucky cleared the table and washed the dishes as fast as he could. when he finished, bucky checked his phone. he still had three hours before he had to pick you up for lunch.

bucky decided on going for a jog to clear his head. racing up the stairs, bucky rummaged through his luggage to find something suitable enough to wear for running. finally finding what he was looking for, bucky made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. in the midst of brushing his teeth, bucky began planning out his scheme on how he was going to get you into bed with him after all these years. every idea he had, somehow ended catastrophically in his mind and he sighed before rinsing out his mouth and changing his clothes.

stepping out of the bathroom, bucky made his way down the stairs and into the living room to find his mother. smiling softly as he approached her, he kissed her on the head and informed her on where he was going to be. winnie looked up from her book, smiled at bucky, and nodded. afterwards, bucky took off on his run.

bucky spent most of the run getting reacquainted with the city. finding all the places he frequented when he was younger. when bucky left brooklyn, he left everything and everyone behind. he never contacted anyone, unless it was his family. he never visited and he never even thought about brooklyn while living in la. la had given bucky the best years of his life, it gave him the opportunity to change and be someone else. it offered him more than brooklyn ever had. bucky loved his home, but it didn’t love him back.

as time ticked by, bucky found himself standing on the front porch of his childhood home. bucky doesn’t remember ending up here, but he shrugged it off and made his way inside for a shower.

managing to find something subtle to wear, bucky jumped into the shower. bucky took his time in the shower, letting the steaming water cascade down his body and release any tension he felt in his muscles. sighing, bucky hung his head under the water, allowing the water to massage his scalp.

once his shower was over, bucky stepped out of the shower. grabbing his towel, he dried off as best as he could before firmly wrapping it around his waist and heading back into his bedroom. he dressed himself in the clothes he laid out before and used the towel to dry his hair. looking at himself in the mirror, bucky thought he looked good for the lunch date.

bucky headed over to pietro’s room and began rushing him to get ready. then, bucky made his way down the stairs, grabbing nat’s guitar and her coat before he stepped into the living room. he called her name and she smiled before practically skipping to him. bucky began sliding natasha’s coat onto her body as he spoke, “today, we’re going to get you ready to perform in paris,” he said before lifting her hood over her head and smiling. pietro came bounding down the stairs so fast he just about tripped. sneaking behind his brother and the popstar, pietro made his way outside.

bucky grabbed natasha’s hand and led her out of the door. “what about paris?” nat asked as they marched through the snow. “paris can wait, you don’t want to be out of touch with your audience, do you?” bucky insisted, practically dragging natasha through the snow. nat mumbled a weak, “no.” and bucky stopped briefly.

“well then, you need to connect with your audience and since we’re in brooklyn, we’ve hit a bit of a problem on finding a cross section of your fans.” nat looked up at bucky, frowning. “the mall?” bucky chuckled, pulling her in front of him and repeating what she said as confirmation. “we have so much in common, great idea!” bucky fibbed as he dragged her to a waiting pietro.

nat pulled harshly against bucky’s grip, “i’m not going with him,” she sneered and bucky rolled his eyes. “pietro’s a fan, how will you build your fan base if you don’t have a fan helping you out?” bucky opened the car door and sort of shoved natasha inside.

bucky felt a tug on his sleeve, “you’re not coming?” bucky shook his head. “you’ve got to do this alone.” he said before shoving the door closed. bucky watched as pietro drove away with natasha. bucky huffed before running back inside to grab his coat.

he made his way back outside and climbed into the overly expensive car and drove to your place. you didn’t live more than a block away so it took no time for bucky to pull into your driveway.

climbing out of the car, bucky saw the last person he thought he’d see during his stay in brooklyn. “mr. stark, hey.” bucky greeted and tony turned to face the voice. his eyes widening in surprise as he stared at bucky. he let out a deep laugh, “if it isn’t mr. valentine’s day,” bucky dropped his head. “james, here, would buy my little girl a dozen roses and a stuffed animal every year for valentine’s day. it would make her boyfriends crazy, until we explained that barnes was just her friend.” tony laughed to the tall man standing next to him.

“what a dick,” bucky mumbled to himself. “i see you still have the best decorations in brooklyn.” bucky spoke up and tony scoffed, “i think you mean the state, kid.”

just then you came bounding out of the house. your hair falling onto your shoulders as you pulled the ponytail out of your head when you realized just how cold it was. you walked over to your father and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “hey, barnes. how’d you lose all that weight?” tony asked, curiosity lacing his voice. you jabbed your heel into your dad’s foot and he hissed before looking at you.

“be nice,” you whispered before walking away from him to the expensive car.

“i rented the most expensive car in brooklyn, i’m just gonna keep playing it cool and she’ll be putty in my hands in no time.” bucky laughed to steve. “buck, don’t-” bucky hung up once you opened the car door.

you sighed, “a wraith. the girls in la must love this.” bucky saw that you were clearly unimpressed by the car. he completely forgot tony stark was your father. and that he’s also a billionaire. “it’s a rental. it’s all they had left.”

and in no time you were at your favorite diner. you two frequented the diner all throughout high school. bucky shifted uncomfortably, “can we go somewhere else?” he asked and you rapidly shook your head, smiling. “no, we have history here.” bucky rolled his eyes, “yeah, history,” he muttered.

just then your favorite waitress came over to your booth. you smiled brightly at you as she approached you. she rested her hand on your shoulder, “oh, sweetie, it’s so good to see you.” she said and you touched her hand gently. “it’s good to see you, too, millie.”

millie averted her eyes from you to bucky. she let out a small squeal as she pinched his cheek, “oh my goodness, it’s been so long since i’ve seen you.” she said and bucky attempted to pull away. a fake smile plastered on his face, “you can let go now,” he said and millie dropped her hand.

“you’re not a chubby bunny anymore,” she smiled. “i’ll be right back.” she squealed before scurrying off. you laughed, mocking bucky by holding up bunny ears to your head. “chubby bunny,” bucky smiled and rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up. thanks for reminding me i was fat in high school.”

you sighed, “i want to know why you disappeared on me ten years ago, i thought we were okay.” you bit your lip and bucky dropped his head, “come on, doll, it was a decade ago. i’m not that pathetic dork anymore.” he mumbled as he played with his fingers. “you never pathetic, bucky. but, you were a little bit of a dork.” you laughed and he chuckled.

quickly changing the topic, “tell me about your job.” bucky perked up a little, “it’s nothing glamorous, but the phone is constantly ringing. you’ve got drake calling you, bruno’s birthday party, or harry styles’ album release party. i’m name dropping right now and i’d really like to stop.” bucky blushed.

“what about you, how’d you end up at the red tavern?” he frowned. “i don’t work at the tavern, i mean i do, but it’s not full time. dad’s trying to get me to take over stark industries, but it’s not what i want. so, i’m currently working on my teaching-” you were cut off by bucky’s phone ringing.

he looked up at you, “i have to take this,” he said before he slipped out of the booth.

you rolled your eyes and began to pick at your menu.

pietro’s voice came through the line, “how’s it going with stark?” bucky smirked, “treating her like every boyfriend she’s ever had.” pietro laughed before muttering a ‘nice.’ bucky hummed, “so, how is it going with natasha?” pietro smiled. “great, so i had an idea.” he started, tossing and catching a taser he had in his hands.

bucky snorted, “leave the ideas to wanda. thinking isn’t really your thing, kid.” pietro rolled his eyes, “what if i go to paris with natasha while you stay here and win over stark?” bucky chuckled, “absolutely not.” pietro snapped, “you haven’t heard the whole thing! just, think about it.” pietro said, accidentally pushing the button on the taser.

a few feet away, natasha had been standing at the balcony looking down at all the children taking their christmas pictures. then suddenly, she was falling over. pietro quickly hung up the phone and bucky went back to his seat. he opened his mouth to speak and millie appeared with two plates.

“here we go,” she said excitedly, “two grilled cheese sandwiches,” she set your plate in front of you, “and, one sugar mountain supreme for the chubby bunny!” she placed the mountain of pancakes covered in chocolate, whipped cream, and three different candies in front of bucky.

bucky gulped, “yeah, this isn’t gonna work for me, millie.” he said causing her face to fall, “but, it’s what you always ordered,” she stammered and bucky smiled. “yeah, ten years ago. back when i was the size of the chrysler building.” your eyes widened at bucky’s behavior, “the pancakes are fine, millie. he’s joking.” you said and kicked bucky under the table. millie nodded before scurrying off and you scoffed, embarrassed by your friend’s behavior.

“could you be more rude?” bucky looked at you as if you’d grown another head. “me!? she’s rude! i haven’t eaten that in ten years, do you know what that would do to my stomach?” you rolled your eyes, switching your plates.

“here, princess, you can have my sandwich.” god, he was being such a drama queen. bucky took a small sip of his water, “no, thanks, doll. i’m stuffed from the water.” he rolled his eyes, slouching back in his seat. you began pulling on your coat, shaking your head at bucky as you stood up. you took a few bills out of your coat pocket and set them on the table.

“thanks, james.” you said before walking away from the booth. “what an asshole!” you shouted as you pushed the door opened and began marching back home.

seven

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just friends | thirteen

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, fluff ,and mentions of an asthma attack.

twelve

when bucky was nine, he swears for the first and only time in his life, he needed to use an inhaler. bucky was a healthy kid from the moment he was born to now. sure, he was a bit on the chubby side, but who cares, as long as he was happy, nothing else mattered. bucky had no health issues and he rarely ever caught a cold. but, the day he met you was the day steve shoved his inhaler in his best friend’s mouth.

on the first day of school, bucky had noticed a desk, next to his, with your name written across the top. the desk had remained empty on the first day of school and the rest of the week. bucky had wondered who the mystery person was, he’d even catch himself daydreaming about what you looked like in the middle of class. until you finally showed up.

it was the second week of school when bucky was finally able to put a face to the name. oh, and, what a beautiful face it was.

you had walked into the classroom, your dad’s hand gripped tightly in yours as you looked at all the unfamiliar faces. you looked up at your dad as he called your name softly, kneeling in front you. he spoke to you in a hushed tone, a smile gracing both of your faces as you nodded to something he said. he placed a kiss to your cheek and fixed your ponytail before he nodded and walked out of the door.

your teacher guided you over to a group of boys. “boys,” your teacher called, “this is our new student, be polite.” she instructed as she walked back to the front of the class to resume her lesson. you took a seat next to bucky and smiled softly at him. “hi,” you whispered as he stared at you. you giggled when he stammered out a response and turned your attention to the teacher.

when it was time for lunch, you sat next to bucky and steve. bucky froze as your arm lightly brushed against his, steve smiling at you, softly. you introduced yourself to the boys and you immediately struck up a conversation with steve. bucky listened to the easy flowing conversation you had with steve. he’d never admit it, but he was a little jealous.

“isn’t that right, buck?” bucky hummed as he looked over to his smirking friend. “i was just telling our new friend here that your mom makes the best cookies.” steve said. bucky gave a slight shrug, “yeah, they’re pretty good.”

you smiled at him, putting him at ease. “i’d like to try them sometime.”

bucky smiled back at you and nodded before joining your conversation.

the school day finally ended and you were more than happy to run into your dad’s arms. nearly knocking him over as he crouched in front of you. he chuckled as you buried your face in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him.

you looked behind you to see both bucky and steve with their mother’s, smiles on their faces.

“how was your first day, kiddo?” your dad asked, brushing away a strand of your hair. “i had fun, i made friends.” tony smiled at the excited look in your eyes. “that’s great, sweetheart, i’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” your father cut himself short as he looked behind you.

there was a light tap on your shoulder and you turned to see bucky smiling at you with outstretched hands. you looked down and saw a cookie in his hands. “my mom made it.” he spoke softly and pushed the cookie into your hands.

you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek, “thank you, bucky.” you said before slipping your hand into your dad’s and heading towards the car.

bucky could feel the air escaping his lungs as you lips pressed against his cheek. he didn’t know how or why, but he couldn’t breathe suddenly. bucky clutched his chest as steve walked over to him. steve, the kid who struggled with asthma, knew exactly what to do.

pulling out his inhaler from his pocket, he shoved it into bucky’s mouth and pressed down on the top of it.

as bucky caught his breath, steve said, “a kiss on the cheek is what leaves you breathless,” steve chuckled causing bucky to glare at him. “never speak of this.” he grumbled as they headed back to their mothers.

now, here he was, walking up the path to your porch.

bucky gulped as he climbed the stairs of the porch, he hadn’t been this nervous since the night he was going to confess his feelings to you, better known as the night that left him completely humiliated. bucky raised his fist and dropped it by his side.

“what the hell am i doing?” bucky whispered to himself. the last time he was here he was almost sure things ended completely between the two of you.

bucky took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

bucky waited outside on the porch for what felt like an eternity. he shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed just as the door opened.

there you stood, your hair tied up in a bun, glasses perched on the tip of your nose, and a highlighter in between your teeth. you looked even more beautiful than you did the last time he saw you.

quickly removing the highlighter, you frowned. “what the hell are you doing here?” bucky sighed, “doll,” he started and you rolled your eyes. “please, just listen.” bucky pleaded and you nodded for him to continue.

“i’m so sorry about all the things i said and did, you didn’t deserve any of that. i’ve been a complete dick to you. i’ve been a shitty friend and i apologize for that. but, i, i don’t wanna be your friend anymore.” you frowned and opened your mouth to speak, stopping when bucky held up his hand.

“i can’t be just friends with you, i’m always gonna want more than that, doll. these last ten years, i’ve always felt like somethin’ was missin’ and it’s taken me this long to realize that, that somethin’ was you. doll, i’ve been in love with you for years now and i thought maybe if i just ignored it the feeling would just go away.” bucky shook his head and chuckled.

“but, it didn’t, comin’ back and seein’ you, it just made me fall for you even more. then, i fucked everything up and i left you behind again,” bucky paused, searching your face for any signs of rejection.

“why are you back?” you whispered, eyes brimming with tears. bucky smiled softly, reaching to brush a stray hair away from your eyes. “were you not listening to a word i said?” he joked, a beautiful smile spreading across his lips. “because i love you, doll. i wanna marry you, grow old with you, i want you to be the mother of my children,” bucky sighed, “i just want you, i always have,”

you smiled softly at the man in front of you. his eyes were full of emotions as he stared back at you. suddenly, his lips were on yours in a bruising kiss. you yelped and bucky pulled away immediately. “i’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked, you laughed and nodded. bucky returned the smile, “sorry, i’ve been waitin’ on that kiss for fifteen years.”

you rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. “bucky,” you whispered as you stared at the man in front of you. “you owe me a date. a real one this time. no games, no messing with each other’s heads, and no fighting.” you giggled and bucky shook his head at you. you could see a hint of a smile on bucky’s lips.

“whatever you want, doll, it’s yours.” he spoke softly before he closed the gap between you two. he placed his hands on your waist and placed his lips on yours in a sweet and gentle kiss. you smiled against his lips as yours moved against his own.

bucky chased after your lips as you pulled away, a small whine escaping his lips as you placed your hands on his chest. “as much as i’d love to keep kissing you, it’s freezing out here. let’s go inside.” you smiled and bucky nodded before following you inside the house, closing the door behind you and wrapping you up in the tightest hug he could manage.

epilogue

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stcky-rogers · 5 years

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just friends | ten

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, bucky & nat ruin christmas, fluff, little violence, mentions of death, and very little angst.

nine

when you returned home, you didn’t fall asleep until four in the morning. your mind was racing with what bruce had told you and your mistletoe kiss with bucky. you were at a crossroads, you couldn’t explain, but you felt something for bucky that went a little beyond friendship. because friends don’t kiss like that, in fact, friends don’t kiss at all. then there was thor, he was handsome and sweet, but you saw him as nothing more than a friend, like you had years ago. bruce, on the other hand, was someone you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with. but, he left and it left you broken hearted for months, but you eventually got through it. the words he spoke to you last night caught you by surprise and you were supposed to give him your answer tonight.

it was like a punch in the gut when you whispered his name, “bruce.” he smiled softly and looked down at his feet. “i see i’ve interrupted something,” he said, looking between you and bucky. you slowly pulled away from the man in front of you, your face flushing red as you pulled your coat closer to your body. bucky gave a slight frown, “doll, are you ready to go?” he asked, shifting his gaze from the man in front of him down to you.

smiling, you turned to face, bucky. “not quite yet. do you mind if i speak to bruce for a minute?” bucky gave you a forced smile, “no, not at all. i’ll be in the car waiting.” he said, placing a lingering kiss on your cheek. you watched bucky’s large frame as he retreated to the car parked a few feet away from where you were standing. you expected bucky to enter the car, instead he waited outside the car, leaning against the hood.

you turned to face bruce and he was already grinning at you, “it’s been,” he trailed off as he looked over your features. “a year, it’s been a year.” you mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. he nodded, “yeah, it has.”

you rolled your eyes, you were never someone to beat around the bush. you were the type of person who wanted to get straight to the point. “why are you back, bruce?” you asked. “are you with him?” he asked, nodding over to bucky who was smiling at the kids who passed by him. a small smile appeared on your face as you watched one of the kids wrap their arms around his legs. “no, i’m not. why are you here, bruce?” you asked once again. he cleared his throat, “i came back for you,” you nearly choked on your saliva, “i’m sorry, did you say you came back for me?” bruce nodded and your frown deepened, “why?”

“because, i-i love you and it was stupid of me to leave you. not a day has gone by where i haven’t thought about you.” you chuckled, “you’re kidding, right?” bruce’s cheeks flushed red, either from the cold or from anger, you couldn’t tell. “why do you always do this? you undermine me and make some sort of joke out of everything.” you clench your jaw, hands balling up into fists at your side, “this is why i don’t take you serious,” you spun on your heel and stalked towards bucky and the car.

“goodbye, bruce,” you called over your shoulder.

bucky’s smile dropped when he saw the irritated look on your face. “doll, are you okay?” you shook your head as he reached to open the door to the car. you thanked him and climbed inside, he shut the door behind you and walked around the car to climb in.

the drive back to your place was silent. bucky had tried to make conversation, but it just didn’t work. you were too pissed. bruce had no right to drop in unannounced, he had no right to tell you he loved you, and he had no right to be upset with you. he was the one who left you after you told him how you felt.

when bucky pulled into your driveway, he cut off the engine and turned to face you. “do you want to talk about it?” bucky could see the tension in your shoulders as you shook your head stiffly. a yawn passed through your lips and bucky smiled, “let’s get you inside.” he said. bucky opened your door and walked you to your door. bucky wrapped you in a tight, secure hug, his head burrowed in the crook of your neck. his warm breath and cold lips fanning over your skin.

bucky pulled away from you, a grin on his lips, “i’ll see you tomorrow, doll.” he kissed the top of your head before stepping away and walking back to the car. you unlocked the door and quickly stepped inside to get away from the cold air surrounding you. you pulled off your outerwear and raced up the stairs to your bedroom with your phone in hand.

your phone chimed in your hand and you looked down to see his name across the screen.

bruce: i’m sorry about earlier, but what i said is true, i do want to be with you and i admit that it was extremely wrong of me to do what i did.

you were going to respond when you saw the three bubbles pop up on your screen again.

bruce: if you still feel something for me that means there’s still a chance for us. i would like to have your answer before i leave tonight.

you stared at the screen, mouth agape as you read the text over and over and over again, you locked your phone and placed it on your bedside table. you changed out of your clothes into something more comfortable, you slide in between the sheets and stared at the ceiling until you finally fell asleep hours later.

when you finally woke the next morning, it was a little after ten. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stayed in bed for a little. shortly after, your door had been pushed open and a tiny figure was climbing on your bed. with a shout of your name, morgan exclaimed, cheerfully, “come on, get up, it’s christmas!” you chuckled softly, pushing yourself into a sitting position, back resting against the headboard. you swooped morgan into your arms and began tickling her, her giggles filled the air.

you stopped and smiled down at her, “merry christmas, morgoona.” you said, brushing her dark locks out of her face. her smile made yours grow wider, “merry christmas, now, come on.” she grumbled, small hands wrapping around yours and struggling to pull you from the bed.

you followed your sister downstairs to see the stark family sitting in front of the fireplace, mugs in hand, and christmas attire in full affect. taking a seat next to peter, your dad placed a pair of antlers on your head. you thanked him and kissed his cheek.

tony began passing out the presents and everyone began tearing open their gifts.

tony just about cried when he received the personalized cuff links with your family portrait on them from you and the matching tie peter gave him. you helped morgan pick out a mug that said ‘world’s greatest genius’ and filled it with his favorite candies.

morgan received loads of new toys and an electric car.

peter was practically bouncing off of the walls when you, tony, and pepper had given him his gifts. you bought him the new video games he was always talking about, you swear he said something about the graphics of the game at least ten times a day. pepper had gotten him a new laptop, the kid was as clumsy as a puppy learning to walk. he had somehow broken his last one. tony had given peter a new vr set that he had upgraded.

you had gifted pepper with a new charm bracelet, something about the five of you dangling from the chain around her wrist, tony and morgan gifted her with a trip to bora bora, and peter had given her a pair of earrings.

you received a victrola retro record player from peter. your last record player had broken during your move to brooklyn. “i saw your records grandpa howard had given you were collecting dust. so, i thought why not put them to use.” you smiled softly and hugged peter until he squirmed in your hold. you were gifted with a personalized nameplate from pepper. “it’s only right you get one of those since you’re a few months away from becoming a teacher.” you thanked her and hugged her before your father cleared his throat.

he handed you a box and nervously sat back, chewing on his lip. you opened the box to see a packet of papers. frowning, you looked up at your dad. “what’s this?” he rolled his eyes, “does this generation no longer believe in reading anything,” you mocked him and he started explaining himself. “this is the deed to the house, here in brooklyn. it’s yours, all you have to do is sign those papers.”

you choked on your saliva and coughed, “what?” tony nodded, “the house is yours, kiddo. it was your mother’s and she left it to you, she insisted that i wait until the time was right. what better time than now?” you looked down at the papers in your hands, “dad, i-” you managed before he cut you off, “you’re about to be a teacher and soon you’ll be starting your own family. there’s also a letter in there from your mother, whenever you’re ready to read it.”

you didn’t remember much about your mother, she had passed away when you were only five. she had been in a terrible car accident on her way home from work one evening. tony and many others would tell you that you looked a lot like her. as a single father, tony struggled to run a company after the death of his wife and raising his daughter. tony thought he would never get his life under control until he met pepper. when pepper came into your lives, she was just his assistant, but she went above and beyond to help the two of you in any way she could. she was there for everything. every dance recital, every gala, school event, business meeting, late nights at the office, pepper was even there when tony had decided to adopt a little boy, peter. eventually, she became the wife of tony stark and the mother of his three children and the five of you couldn’t be any happier.

your eyes welled up with tears as you stared back at your father, an encouraging and proud grin sporting his lips. “thank you,” you said, sliding off the couch and into your father’s arms. you felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled, pulling you tighter into his arms. he pressed a soft kiss to your head and gently let you go.

“i’m so proud of the three of you,” tony looked at each of his children, a wide smile on his face and tears shining brightly in his eyes. quickly blinking away the tears, he stood and clasped his hands together. “alright, let’s get this place cleaned up and get dinner started. guests will be arriving shortly.” you shook your head and smiled nonetheless.

after what felt like hours, the house was cleaned and dinner had been started. you all had gone back to your bedrooms and bathrooms to shower and get ready for the annual stark christmas party. you were in your bedroom, sitting in front of your vanity slipping on your earrings and humming along to the music when the first few guests arrived. you usually waited in your bedroom until steve and peggy arrived with the kids. moving away from the vanity, you swept up the papers and shuffled through them until you saw the letter your dad had mentioned earlier that morning. you sat down on your bed and opened up the letter. a picture fell into your lap. it was one you hadn’t seen before. you flipped the picture over and read the back of it.

the stark family’s first christmas.

you immediately recognized your dad, his dark eyes vivid with happiness, his arms wrapped around the woman in the photo, the woman did in fact look like you. in her lap sat a chunky baby girl, a bow adorning the top of her head, smiling at the camera. you smiled softly at the photo in your hands and placed it to the side as you began reading the letter.

to my sweet little girl,

if you’re reading this letter it means that i’m no longer with you and it’s time to hand over what is rightfully yours. during our first week of marriage, your father and i purchased the house in brooklyn, i remember seeing it and telling your father, “that’s it, that’s the house.”

at first he hated it! but, as time went by he grew to love it as much as i did. this house has so much potential and it’s the one i want to watch you grow up in, to take your first steps in, to say your first words in, to spend your first christmas in.

i picked this house for you, my sweet girl. i hope you love it as much as we do. i can’t wait to meet you and watch you grow into the beautiful young lady i know you will be.

with all my love, mom.

as you finished reading the letter there was a light knock on your bedroom door. you looked up to see bucky pushing open the door, his smile falling when he saw the tears spilling down your cheeks. “doll, what’s wrong?” he asked. you shook your head and wiped at your eyes before smiling. “i was just reading this letter, it’s from my mom.” you said, softly. bucky knew talking about your mother was a touchy subject. he sat next to you on the bed, thigh brushing yours.

“what’s it say?” he asked, gently rubbing your back. you handed him the letter, watching as he eyes shifted back and forth as he read the short, neatly written letter. you also slipped the picture into his hands and his eyes widened, “she was beautiful,” you nodded. “and you were a chunky baby!” bucky exclaimed and you groaned.

“but, you’re still adorable as ever,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips. you were about to speak when morgan barged into the room, her eyes shifting from you to bucky as she rocked back and forth on her heels. “dad, said to come save you,” you rolled your eyes, but smiled before standing and lifting her into your arms.

“consider me saved,” you stuck your tongue out at bucky before racing down the stairs. morgan giggled as she watched bucky run after you. you saw steve standing by the appetizers and hid behind his large frame. “hide us,” steve shook his head and did his best to hide two giggling sisters. bucky spotted you behind, “hey, pal. mind if i slide behind you for a second?” steve stepped out of the way and you pouted, “traitor.” you said, lightly pushing his shoulder. you placed morgan on the floor and watched as she ran off to play with stella and stefan.

peggy walked over to join the three of you when morgan took the kids off of her hands. “merry christmas, guys!” she smiled, pulling you all in for a group hug. you chuckled, “so, what’s new?” steve asked, wrapping an arm around peggy’s waist.

you grinned proudly, “you’re looking at a new homeowner!” peggy squealed, attracted some attention your way. “i haven’t signed anything, yet, but i’m definitely going to.” bucky smiled down at your excitement. you always made him lose focus on everything around him, but you.

“where is the house we’ll be having all of our future parties?” steve asked. “you’re standing in it, pal.” bucky answered for you.

as the day went on and more people continued to show up, you grew exhausted. you smiled and greeted as many of your guests as you could. thor had even shown up, bearing gifts. he brought three bottles of his father’s new distillery, it was supposed to be very strong, but smooth, nonetheless.

dinner had been served and now you were all sitting in front of the fireplace with the remaining guests, listening to thor strum away at the guitar. from the corner of your eye, you could see bucky sitting on the stairs fiddling with his fingers, lost in his own world.

when thor finished the beautiful melody, your dad had asked, more like demanded, everyone put on their gear and head outside for caroling. you headed upstairs to your bedroom,giving bucky a pat on the shoulder as you passed by him. steve and peggy approached bucky on the stairs as soon as you were out of their line of vision.

“dude, what the hell are you doing?” steve hissed and bucky shook his head. “i’m getting creamed by odinson, for fuck’s sake. you saw him with that guitar, it’s like the guy has an extra set of fingers.” peggy rolled her eyes, “stop feeling sorry for yourself, you are james buchanan barnes. you’re a hot shot record producer! you date models and artists for goodness sake! you’ve got this, barnes.” steve nodded at his wife’s pep talk, “it’s only odinson.”

“odinson?” bucky repeated. the two men repeated the name several times before bucky finally stood up. “that’s it, pal! get off your ass and go tell that girl how you feel.” steve cheered him on.

you placed a blanket over their bodies, grabbed your coat and gloves, and raced back down the stairs. you entered the living room and saw bucky standing with steve, peggy, thor, and another figure.

you approached your group of friends, “what are we waiting for? it’s time to-” you stopped talking when your eyes landed on his he smiled shyly, “hey,” you cleared your throat before giving him a smile wave. “hi, bruce.” you managed, wrapping your hand around peggy’s, who grabbed steve’s hand, who, then, grabbed bucky’s, and led her outside.

thor and bruce followed the rest of you outside of the house. you stood with your group of friends singing along to the first of the four christmas songs your family sang every year. it hadn’t always been this way. the stark family didn’t start hosting christmas dinner until you were about eight. it was your dad’s way of keeping the house full, so the two of you weren’t lonely, as he put it.

you’re in the middle of the second song when you hear a voice call out bucky’s name. you all turned to the source, only to see mrs. barnes’ car speeding towards your home. the car ran through the picket fence, destroying the fence and the multiple snowmen you and family spent hours making.

people began moving out of the way as the car skidded to a halt in the front yard, just barely missing the inflatable snowman. pietro rushed out of the car and slid into his brother’s grasp, “i tried to stop her, didn’t work out that well. um, you’re screwed.” pietro managed as he looked over his shoulder and saw an angry natasha approaching. pietro hid behind his brother’s solid frame as the redhead began screaming.

“you son of a bitch!” bucky gave a nervous laugh, throwing his hands in the air. “natasha! you’re here, shit.” he mumbled. “there you are! you’re the slut he’s been screwing behind my back!” she shouted as she pointed in your direction. ms. henderson, pointed to herself, “me?” she asked, clearly confused.

“not you, old lady.” natasha rolled her eyes as she pointed directly at you. “you!” you scoffed, “who are you?” natasha stepped closer, “i’m natasha, bitch!” she shoved you, causing you to stumble. you shoved her back, she swung her fist, but you managed to move out of the way in time for bucky to wrap her up and carry her about a foot away.

she shoved bucky off of her, “i’m gonna make you pay for this! i’m gonna get you fired, i hope you enjoy unemployment, dick.” she sneered before punching bucky in the throat. bucky choked, his hands coming up to clutch his throat as natasha stormed off, climbed back inside the car, and drove off. a string of lights were stuck to the rear bumper of the car as it sped off down the street. the lights whipping through the air and causing all of the directions to fall from the roof of the house and catch on fire.

bucky gave a soft chuckle, “merry christmas.”

eleven

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stcky-rogers · 5 years

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just friends | twelve

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood, and angst.

eleven

bucky found himself, sitting on a bench, drinking the bottle of bourbon he had snagged from the house. sighing, bucky looked to his left, his blue eyes locking on tim, your ex from high school. bucky groaned, he had hit such a low point in his life. he was sitting outside in the freezing cold, trying to down his sorrows with his high school bully.

bucky never would’ve thought things would’ve ended this badly. the worse thing he imagined happening was you rejecting him and he figured it would’ve rolled off his back. then, he would’ve focused on getting natasha to sign with his label. but, of course, it didn’t work out that way. his first day back, bucky was a complete dick and it cost him some quality time with you. the second day, bucky managed to give himself a concussion and end up with a retainer. the third day, bucky didn’t do anything wrong, he was just cockblocked by the devil himself. then, the christmas fiasco happened, he ruined your home, your father’s decorations, and any chance he had at sleeping with you.

and today, he ruined the christmas play. “not one cab,” bucky complained as he looked down at his watch. “i’ve been sitting on this bench for ten minutes and there hasn’t been a single cab,” he huffed, bringing the bottle to his lips. he took a deep gulp and sighed once he pulled the bottle away.

finally, after ten minutes of waiting impatiently, a bus finally pulled in front of bucky. bucky rose to his seat, his suitcase in his hand and bottle in the other and climbed the steps to the bus as the doors opened.

“sir,” the bus driver called to bucky, “i’m gonna have to ask you to dispose your drink,” bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, bringing the bottle to his lips. “kiss my ass,” he mumbled. the bus driver let out a sigh as he stopped, opening the doors and shoving bucky off of the bus, his suitcase following close behind.

bucky let out a grunt as he landed in the cold pile of snow. slowly, bucky pulled himself up and dusted off his jacket. looking around, bucky’s eyes landed on the famous red light. smirking to himself, he pushed open the door to the red tavern, the bar you worked at.

bucky stumbled through the doors, nearly falling face first as he entered. bucky’s entrance was much less graceful than it had been the first time. he stumbled through the bar, swiping shot glasses off of trays and dropping the empty glass in other’s beers.

bucky spotted you, a few feet away, standing beside thor. you were laughing and he’d hate to admit it but, it brought an uneasy feeling in his stomach as your nose crinkled and your laugh rang through his ears. a soft smile graced bucky’s features, no matter how hard he tried, you always made him feel like that same dorky kid he was back in high school. completely enamored by your beautiful features that he hadn’t even noticed thor’s lingering touch to the small of your back.

“doll,” he called, stumbling closer. you turned, your smile dropped as you watched bucky approach you. bucky placed a hand on the small of your back on you shook him off, “what the hell do you want, bucky?” bucky sighed, the smell of alcohol rolling off of him in waves. you took a step back as you stared back up at him.

bucky looked down, “i just, i want to apologize for what happened today. you didn’t deserve any of that and i,” thor cut in. “james,” bucky’s glared, no one was allowed to call him that, other than his mother. “you should go home,” thor glanced over his shoulder to see you, helping a customer.

“you blew it, barnes,” thor smirked, “yeah, so just sleep it off and you’ll feel better by tomorrow morning,” thor grinned as you approached, stepping in between the two men.

“bucky, please, just go home.” you muttered as you stared up into his ocean eyes. bucky sighed, “i’m fine, doll, i’m not even drunk,” you gave him a pointed look. you were about to speak when bucky cut you off, holding up thor’s album.

“wow,” he said, a small giggle erupting from his throat as he looked at the picture. “you look like a tool,” bucky laughed, cheeks flushing red. you snatched the album out of his hands and rolled your eyes. “what has gotten into you?” bucky finally calmed down, “i hope you two are happy,” he shrugged, leaning against a table.

you rolled your eyes, “thor and i are just friends,” bucky shook his head as he looked over at thor. “not for long, i hope.” thor mumbled causing you to frown.

you turned to face the blond haired man and you gave him a forced smile, thor looked up at you. “i think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level,” you all but choked on your saliva, clearing your throat you stared back at the man in front of you. “thor, you’re a really sweet guy. you’re charming, funny, and great, but, i just don’t see you that way,” thor chuckled, “of course, of course you don’t.” you watched as thor stood up from his stool, he ran a hand down his face.

a chuckle rumbled in his chest, “i wrote you a song in high school, it’s only fair i get something in return as well, right?” you frowned and thor brushed past you, “screw this,” he muttered as he walked over to his latest target.

you felt bucky’s chest brush against your back as the two of you watched thor place his hand on a brunette’s lower back and give her a dazzling smile. bucky’s arm came to wrap around your shoulders and you immediately shoved him off, turning to face him, bucky had a grin on his face as he peered after thor, “i’m gonna miss him, sort of,” he mumbled.

your face burned with anger, “why are you even here? you leave town and dodge my calls, then you show up ten years later, out of the blue, with some girl who destroys my house and you just keep fucking with my head!?” bucky quirked a brow, amusement flashing over his features as he looked down at you. he thought you were cute when you’re angry.

bucky scoffed, “i fucked with your head for three days. are you ever gonna own up to the hell you’ve been putting me through since the fourth grade?” you shoved bucky, “this is what this has been all about? just because i wouldn’t fuck you in high school? get over yourself, james!” you snarled, turning to walk away from him.

swiping a mic from the bar next to him, bucky drew more unwanted attention. bucky scoffed, “after eighteen years of you being the biggest tease, i’ve gotten over myself.” you stopped in your tracks as his voice boomed through the speakers. you gave a slight shake of your head as you turned to face him.

“you did nothing when i threw myself at you last night and suddenly i’m the tease?” you laughed bitterly. “now, doll, you know how it feels.” the mic landed it with a thud as it fell from bucky’s grip. “i’m gone,” the words left a bitter feeling in bucky’s mouth as he stalked past you.

“run away, bucky, like you always do!” you cried. bucky stopped, “you’re goddamn right. i’m gonna run back to my perfect life in la, far away from this shitty town and it’s shitty people.” you scoffed, “well, have fun.” you quipped.

“and you have fun, being the girl who peaked in high school.” bucky bit back.

you didn’t think about what you were doing. your body had a mind of it’s own at that point. your hand landed sharply on bucky’s cheek, the impact burning both your hand and bucky’s cheek as he turned to look back at you, a fire burning behind those blue eyes you fell for. you huffed as you came to terms with your action, it felt good and it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

bucky giggled, “wow, you hit like a girl.” bucky’s head snapped back as your fist collided with his nose. “security,” you called as you watched bucky groan and bring a hand up to his nose. “goodbye, buck.” you whispered as drax grabbed bucky and carried him towards the door.

as bucky landed in a pile of snow for the second time that night, he vowed that this would absolutely be the last time he’d be caught dead in brooklyn. “and stay out!” drax called as he watched bucky struggled to stand. “i’ve always wanted to say that,” drax muttered to himself as he walked back inside the building.

bucky stood and rid himself of the snow. hailing his first cab of the night, bucky made his way to the airport. bucky bought his ticket and was boarding his flight shortly after.

bucky’s trip home was a long one. there were two stops, but he didn’t care, the distance between him brooklyn was gradually increasing and that’s all he wanted. bucky walked up the driveway to his home and unlocked the door. tossing his suitcase to the side, bucky made his way into the living room.

he flopped down on the couch and sighed, closing his eyes for a second. the faint smell of cinnamon hitting his nostrils caused bucky to frown. his eyes opened and immediately landed on the guitar sitting next to the fireplace. bucky’s eyes widened as he stared at it longer, the realization of who it belonged to dawning on him.

he heard a scream and something clatter in the kitchen behind him. the sound caused him to jump and hold a hand to his chest. glancing over his shoulder, he saw the infamous red locks of natasha. “how the hell did you get in here?”

she smiled and brushed her hair out of her face, “i let myself in.” she stated as if bucky should’ve already knew the answer. “i was making cookies,” she made her way out of the kitchen, “i was trying to be domestic and boring like the slut you were sleeping with.” she rolled her eyes and bucky looked horrified.

“please, just, go away.” bucky all but cried. nat grinned as she made her way over to him. “we’re fine, baby. forgiveness, remember?”

nat grabbed bucky’s hands in her own, “you made me really jealous, james. but, i used it as inspiration to write a new song full of angst and hate.” bucky stared at her blankly as she moved to grab her guitar.

she began to strum the instrument and give bucky a sample of the new song she worked on. bucky stood and placed his hand on top of hers, halting her from playing any further. “no.”

“no?” bucky nodded. “i’m done.” nat frowned, “i’ve forgiven you,” bucky rolled his eyes. “this isn’t about you, natalia,” nat narrowed her eyes as she stared back at bucky.

“you want other girls, that’s fine.” she smirked, “i like girls, especially peggy.” bucky sighed, “i don’t want other women, i want one woman, and she’s just not you.” he gave a light shrug, natasha’s glare deepened as she took in his words. bucky pulled the guitar from her grasp and gently set it down on the couch.

when bucky turned, he had no idea he’d be on the floor. “nat, look, i’ll-” was all he managed before he hit the floor roughly. her fist connected with his nose and honestly, bucky was tired of being hit by women.

“why don’t you like me? i mean, i’ve pretty much done everything i could to just get your attention and, it just doesn’t work.” bucky huffed, pulling himself into a standing position. “it’s pretty hard when someone’s physically abusing you.” he managed.

standing up straight, bucky grunted. “this isn’t how these types of things work, natalia. you can’t force someone to feel something for you that they just don’t feel, if it’s forced then it’s not real. you put yourself and your heart on the line, just, lay it all out on the table and hope they feel the same way. and, and if they don’t, respect their feelings and move on.” bucky took a deep breath as he stared back at the woman in front of him.

“oh, give me a break,” she rolled her eyes. bucky sighed as she rambled on about how she wasn’t this or that. finally having enough, bucky walked past her and out of the front door. the only thing on his mind was going back home to you.

thirteen

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just friends | eleven

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, cheating - sort of, violence, bucky ruins christmas again, and minor angst.

ten

you ran your hands through your hair as you ranted about your latest downfall to peggy. peggy stared at you, amusement clear in his brown eyes. you paced back and forth in front of her, hands tugging at your hair. you wanted to scream, you wanted to scream until you couldn’t breathe, until you had lost consciousness, until you were red or purple in the face, it didn’t matter to you at this point. you wanted the earth to just swallow you whole.

“and then, i’m in this sexy shirt that just barely covers my ass, and i’m lying in bed next to him. i even pulled the old, ‘my feet are cold’ move. just as he turns to cuddle me, he pulls away and mumbles a ‘goodnight.’“ you explained.

peggy shook her head in amusement, “maybe bucky’s not the guy you’ve made him out to be in your mind.” you flopped down on the couch next to her and covered your face with your hands.

your voice was muffled as you spoke, “you mean to tell me the same guy i made out with on christmas eve magically changed over night?”

peggy’s eyes widened as she stuttered out a response. “you, bucky, what?” you rolled your eyes and groaned, removing your hands from your face.

“we were christmas shopping. it had gotten late and we were hungry, so we stopped at stan’s. we left after eating and he placed the mistletoe over my head, and we kissed, and it was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before. then, bruce shows up and ruins everything. i just thought he felt the same way, but it’s clear he doesn’t.” you dropped your head onto peggy’s shoulder and she sighed as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“oh, darlin’, if only you knew.” she mumbled.

you lifted your head off of her shoulder and stood, “i have to go get ready, thor’s picking me up for the christmas play at the church.” peggy laughed as you grumbled and shuffled out of the door.

“kiss the kids for me,” you called before shutting the door behind you.

you made your way home, kicking at the snow ahead of you as you passed by home after home, until you stumbled upon the smoking and burnt heap of christmas decorations littering your yard. you sighed as you moved up the steps and pushed open the door. you hung up your coat and slipped out of your shoes as you made your way into the living room. your pressed a kiss to the top of your dad’s head as you passed him and made your way upstairs.

meanwhile, bucky was pacing back and forth in steve’s office. steve had been cleaning the teeth of his patient, billy, when bucky had barged through the door, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“i screwed up,” bucky managed around his fingers. he’d been biting his nails for the last ten minutes, something he did when he was nervous.

“again?” steve chuckled. bucky glared at his friend, “yes, again, last night stark comes over and she’s flirting, i don’t know, i couldn’t go through with it,” bucky groaned.

steve looked up at his friend, a pointed look on his face. “you mean to tell me, you had the opportunity to sleep with the girl you’ve been pining over since middle school and you didn’t take it?”

bucky’s face contorted into a look of confusion, “yeah,” he muttered, the realization of his actions dawning on him.

“oh, my, god,” steve chuckled as he continued cleaning his patient’s teeth.

“you’re back in the friend zone, pal,” billy snorted at steve’s remark.

bucky rolled his eyes, “tell me exactly what happened,” bucky took a seat on the extra stool and rolled towards steve.

“after the fiasco, i went home and not even ten minutes later, she’s knocking on my door. we’re talking and joking around, and out of nowhere i ask her to stay. i give her a shirt and she goes to change into it. she gets into the bed,” bucky gulped, remembering just how sexy you looked in his button up shirt, “she pulls the old cold feet move and i took the bait but,” bucky paused, “i froze and i just started thinking, what happens after this? do i move back here? does she come back to la with me? i just started thinking about all these things and i just couldn’t do it.”

steve quirked a brow at his friend, “i hate to say it but, i told you so, buck. you wanted this to just be about sex and i said it was a bad idea, because it’s never just sex with someone you love.”

bucky groaned, abruptly standing from the stool, “i don’t love her.”

steve rolled his eyes, “yes, buck, you do! you always have. you’re just an idiot who doesn’t realize it.”

steve tore off his gloves and stood from his seat, he rested his hand on billy’s shoulder and let him know he was free to go. steve followed bucky out of the room and into the lobby of the hospital. as they walked further towards the entrance, bucky hit steve’s arm repeatedly to gain his attention. “ow, buck, what the hell?” he asked, following bucky’s gaze as he stared at thor kissing a nurse.

steve cleared his throat causing the two to break apart. thor smirked as he stared at the two large men in front of him. “jane, sweetheart, you mind letting me talk to my friends for a minute?” she shook her head and smiled softly at the other two men. “hello, dr. rogers.” she said as she brushed past the men.

bucky nodded towards the nurse, “what’s up with that?” bucky quirked a brow. “jane? just another notch in the belt,” thor shrugged.

bucky frowned, “what about stark?”

thor scoffed, “what about her? i mean, look at us, two of the biggest geeks have a shot with the hottest girl in high school, it’s all a game.”

bucky spoke through clenched teeth, “are you fucking kidding me?”

thor rolled his eyes, “oh, come on, man. you can drop the act, you’re playing the same game i’m playing, only problem is you’re losing.” thor smiled. “it’s sweet revenge,” thor leaned against the desk, “for putting us in the friend zone.”

bucky growled, “you were never in the friend zone, i was, you meant nothing to her.” thor chuckled, “your sweet little doll,” thor mocked, rolling his eyes.

before bucky could even say anything, thor’s radio went off alerting him he was needed somewhere else. thor stood to walk away, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, “may the best man win, barnes.” he smirked before he turned the corner.

steve shook his head as he looked at bucky, “what are you gonna do, pal?” bucky sighed, “i’ve gotta warn her.” he bit his lip as he looked over at his friend, bucky grabbed steve’s arm and pulled him into the parking lot, bucky broke into a sprint as he pushed through the doors of the building, steve following close behind him.

the two men climbed inside of the truck and steve fumbled with the keys as he tried to start it, “god, you could never be a spy.” bucky laughed and steve glared at him. the truck rumbled to life and steve pulled out of the parking lot. bucky had told steve that he should try your home first. as steve pulled into the driveway, bucky immediately jumped out of the car, steve soon following him.

bucky rapped on the door a few times and waited for an answer. the door swung open to reveal an angry tony stark. tony sneered, “come to ruin the rest of the decorations?” bucky sighed, “mr. stark, i’m so sorry for everything, i promise i’ll pay for it,” bucky was interrupted by another reindeer falling off of the roof, “and that too,” tony glared at the brunet in front of him, he had no idea why you had even bothered to be his friend.

“but, i was wondering if your daughter was home,” tony rolled his eyes, “she’s out with mr. odinson,” he sighed. steve frowned, “the brewer?”

the two dark haired man turned to face the blond, “are you stupid or just naturally blond?” tony frowned before answering the question, “she’s with thor, there’s some christmas play their attending,” tony grumbled before closing the door.

bucky sighed, “what christmas play?” steve smirked, “buck, let’s go.” he said and they headed to the play.

as they arrived the truck skidded to a stop and the two of them climbed out of it. steve ran around the back entrance of the church and bucky followed him. bucky could hear the voices of the kids singing as he walked closer to the seating area, he spotted you almost immediately. he sat down next to you and slipped his hand in yours.

you looked up at bucky and your heart stuttered as he smiled kindly at you, “can i talk to you for a second?” he whispered, his breath tickling the lobe of your ear. you gulped and nodded, tightening your hand in his as he pulled you off to a secluded area.

“what is it, buck?” you asked. bucky peeked over your shoulder, “it’s thor, he’s, he’s just trying to get revenge because you rejected him in high school. he just wants to sleep with you, doll.” bucky confessed.

you laughed, covering your mouth to keep the children from hearing you, “that’s funny, because he said the same thing about you.” bucky’s face contorted in anger. “doll, he’s a jersey player! steve and i just saw him making out with some nurse at the hospital.”

thor had peeked behind the curtain, his attention on you as he spoke to you in a soft voice. bucky couldn’t hear a single word he was saying as the pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. his vision became blinded by pure white hot rage, he could feel his blood boiling as he stared back at the long haired man in front of him. bucky balled his hands into fists and squeezed so hard he thought he might start bleeding. his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he let his anger consume him.

you gasped as you watched bucky charge at thor, tackling him onto the stage and breaking the sets the students had built. you immediately ran onto the stage, nearly falling as you tried to pull the two men apart. bucky brought his fist back and repeatedly punched thor in the face, a grunt leaving bucky’s lips each time his fist connected with thor’s face.

steve pushed you behind him as he moved to separate bucky and thor. thor winced as he brought a hand up to touch his nose. he had to admit, bucky could throw a decent punch. you glared at bucky, “what is wrong with you?” bucky huffed as steve restrained him. “you liar!” he glared at thor and thor smirked before letting his head fall against the stage.

“you need to leave,” bucky looked over at you and he could see the fire burning behind your eyes. he composed himself and gave a slight nod, slipping out of steve’s grip he made his way to the exit. steve gave you an apologetic smile and followed bucky to the exit. steve decided it would be best not to say anything to his friend. he had already screwed up enough and there were no words that would console bucky. he knew bucky well enough to know that when something happened and bucky had a hand in it, he would start doubting himself and making himself feel like the bad guy.

steve dropped bucky off at home, “listen, pal, just give it some time and things,” steve was cut off by the slamming of the truck door and he shook his head. “thanks, steve, for all your help.” he muttered to himself before driving to home.

bucky entered the house, shoulders slumped as he climbed the staircase. it was time for him to back home, he had embarrassed himself too many times to count. bucky retrieved his suitcase and climbed back down the stairs, luckily not running into his siblings or his mother. he sighed as he closed the door behind him, he should’ve stuck to his vow to never come back to brooklyn.

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just friends | nine

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, mentions of death, angst-from tfios, fluff.

eight

you let out a sigh as you slumped into the uncomfortable chair. you eyes low as you stare up at the dull lights on the ceiling. you stretched your legs out in front of you as you waited for the doctor to return with more information.

“miss stark,” the doctor called as she approached you and your head snapped in the direction of the recognizable voice. “peggy,” you breathed as she sat in the chair next to you. peggy began telling you everything you needed to know about bucky’s injuries. “bucky has multiple lacerations on his lower mandible and a mild concussion.” you nodded, toying with the stray thread on your sweater.

peggy chuckled before placing her hand over yours, “he’s going to be fine, there’s nothing for you to worry about.” she encouraged. peggy told you to follow her as she leads you to bucky’s room. when peggy opened the door, bucky was on his feet. you entered the room behind peggy and stopped in your tracks, bucky was shirtless.

damn, he looks good.

bucky grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. you gave a small smile and bucky returned it, momentarily forgetting about the retainer steve was making him wear. you frowned slightly, “what’s with the retainer?” bucky snapped his mouth shut, “steve says i have to wear it until the stitches come out.” you shook your head and smiled, “it’s your yearbook picture all over again.” bucky rolled his eyes at you.

once bucky signed the discharge papers, you left the hospital. you drove bucky home due to his concussion and made your way home. the walk was a very short and cold one, you made your way inside, shrugging off your winter accessories and found your parents sitting in the kitchen making dinner.

your dad smiled, “hey, honey. i didn’t know when you’d be home,” you returned his smile and sat down on the stool across from your father. “bucky injured himself playing hockey with the kids earlier today,” you said, accepting a cup of hot chocolate pepper placed in front of you.

your dad shook his head, “that kid was always injuring himself skating,” you shrugged, “i just hope he gets better.” you said, taking your cup and moving up the stairs. your cellphone began ringing in your pocket and you gave a slight frown, it was just after nine o’clock. you looked at the unfamiliar number and answered your phone anyway, a soft ‘hello’ escaping your lips.

“doll,” the voice called, “hey,” you opened the door to your bedroom and smiled at hearing bucky’s voice. “hey, how are you feeling?” you asked, plopping down on your bed. bucky scoffed, “like a million bucks,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“hey, i was thinking, maybe we could, um, see a movie or something tonight,” you sip your drink as bucky continued, “there’s a showing for the fault in our stars at ten-thirty.” you perked up at the mention of the movie, nearly choking on your hot chocolate. “sounds good to me, i’ll pick you up.” you grinned and bucky chuckled, “great, doll. i’ll see you soon,” bucky said before hanging up the phone.

bucky raced to his room and found pietro giving natasha a massage, grimacing bucky yanked his brother off of her and watched as he landed on the floor with a thud. natasha quickly scrambled into a sitting position, grabbing a blanket to cover herself. “where the hell have you been?” she glared at bucky and he frowned, “i was getting you food.” he held out the tupperware bowl as she pulled it from his hands.

“are you wearing braces?” pietro squinted, trying to get a better look at his brother’s teeth. bucky glared, “no, it’s a retainer,” he said before yanking pietro out of the room.

“take natasha to the tavern and just have her perform or something, i’ve got another date.” pietro perked up, a mischievous grin on his face.

setting down your drink, you began pulling off your clothes. wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel, you made your way into your bathroom for a shower and when you stepped out, it was almost ten. you dressed in a comfortable sweater and leggings, pulling your hair into a bun, you raced down the stairs.

you knocked softly on peter’s door and within seconds, the door swung open revealing peter with his gaming headset on. “hey, i’m going to see a movie with bucky,” you informed and peter instantly cut you off, “how is he, by the way?” you gave him a brief rundown on bucky’s state and he nodded, “you mind bringing me back some of mrs. barnes’ infamous cookies?” peter asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes and you chuckled before nodding.

you were pulling on your boots and your other winter accessories before your phone rang in your hand. you answered the call as you left your home.

the drive over to bucky’s was short and within minutes were getting out of the car and knocking on the door. the door swung open and revealed wanda, the two of you squealed and wrapped each other in a tight hug. “wan, i’ve missed you!” you cried into her hair and she giggled. “i’ve missed you, too.” her accent thick as she spoke into your ear. pulling away from each other, she quickly pulled you inside and nearly pushed you into bucky.

bucky’s arms reached out and wrapped you into a warm hug and you almost melted. you could stay wrapped in his warm embrace until the day you die, but your fantasy was short lived as someone behind you cleared their throat. you had forgotten about your other friend. “thor,” bucky spoke, shock lacing his voice as he stared up at the blond haired man in front of him.

you looked up at bucky only to find his piercing blue eyes staring back down at you, “i hope it’s not a problem that thor’s tagging along,” you bit your lip and bucky almost kicked himself for feeling upset with you. “no, of course not.” he grinned, but inwardly he was screaming. wanda grinned as she looked at you and her brother, completely ignoring the man standing behind her.

she wrapped you and bucky into a tight hug, “be safe and have fun,” you chuckled as bucky grumbled something about wanda being just like their mother. “hey, why don’t you join us?” thor spoke up, a look in his eye bucky couldn’t quite detect.

“no, wanda has homework she needs to get done.” bucky stated and wanda rolled her eyes. “you don’t need to speak for me, james,” wanda huffed and grabbed her coat. “let’s go,” she said, dragging you out to the car.

the four of you were completely silent as you drove to the movie theater. bucky had purchased yours and wanda’s tickets, leaving thor to buy his own. smirking as he placed his arm around your shoulders, bucky drug you off to the concession stand. you purchased your popcorn and drinks before making your way inside the theater.

bucky rested his head on fist as he watched the movie as augustus confessed his feelings to hazel. he didn’t see why people were making such a big deal out of it. rolling his eyes, he continued watching the movie as it played on the screen in front of him. nearly falling asleep, bucky’s eyes snapped open when you reached for his hand, tears rolling down your face. turning his attention back to the screen he saw hazel lying in bed and he frowned.

“augustus waters died eight days later in the icu, when the cancer, which was made of him, stopped his heart, which was also made of him.” bucky gave your hand a small squeeze as you stared at the screen in front of you. even with tears rolling down your cheeks, bucky thought you were the most beautiful sight in the world. bucky leaned over to get a look at thor only to see him crying as well. he looked over at wanda and she was on the verge of sobbing.

after the movie was over, you drove everyone back to bucky’s. you turned to face the siblings in the backseat, smiling, you said, “so, what are we doing next?” thor looked over at you, “sadly, i have to head back for a shift at the hospital.” bucky chimed in, “oh, that’s too bad. doll, come inside for a cup of cocoa and brownies.” you immediately nodded at the offer.

you said your goodbyes to thor and watched him get into his car and drive off. the three of you made your way inside the house and watched old home videos to go with your desserts.

bucky dropped his head as one of the most embarrassing moments of his life popped up on the screen. you two had been singing along to the song and you planted a kiss on bucky’s cheek before his verse came, leaving him so flustered he stammered throughout the whole verse. you giggled softly at how sweet bucky used to be and you’d be lying if said you didn’t miss it.

that night you went home with a huge smile on your face. you placed the cookies bucky had given you on peter’s desk before heading up to your room. you changed out of your clothes, climbed into bed and before you knew it, you were out like a light.

when you woke the next morning, you received a text from bucky asking you to accompany him for some christmas shopping. you agreed and told him you’d be by to pick him up in an hour. you went downstairs to enjoy a nice meal with your family, only to see thor sitting at the table.

“what are you doing here?” you frowned, taking a seat next to peter. “i ran into your dad earlier this morning and he invited me over for breakfast,” your dad gave you a cheeky smile as you looked at him. pepper set a plate in front of you as peter leaned over to whisper something in your ear, “two guys at breakfast in two days, you go girl,” you lightly jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow and he grunted.

breakfast was completely awkward, your dad was trying to set you up with thor and he was failing miserably. “you hear that, sweetie, thor’s free for your grandparents’ anniversary party.” you forced a smile, “that’s, awesome.” you finished your food and placed your dishes in the sink and turned to see thor standing behind you. “i have to get going, i’m needed at the hospital.” thor planted a kiss on your cheek and headed out the door. you went upstairs and prepared for your day with bucky.

“oh my god, no, bucky, you cannot give that to your mother.” you shook your head as bucky held up a john wick poster. he frowned, “why not, the woman loves keanu reeves.” you snorted and took the poster out of his hands and put it back where it belonged.

“no, you don’t give something like that to the woman who gave birth to you.” you sighed, looping your arm through his. the two of you had been shopping for hours and you found gifts for everyone, except for pepper, bucky’s mom, and bucky. you were currently searching for a gift to give mrs. barnes and you had happened to come up with the perfect one.

“a family portrait,” bucky gave you a confused look, “think about it, you’ve been in la for the last ten years, a picture of her three children in front of the fireplace would be such a beautiful christmas gift.” you shrugged, “and if that doesn’t work by her a charm bracelet,”

when you two had finished shopping, you were starving. bucky took you one of your favorite diners in brooklyn, an older couple had ran the diner and absolutely loved tony stark’s and winnifred barnes’ children. walking in, you shrugged off your coat as you approached the booth. bucky looked around, nostalgia hitting him in the face. there were so many things and places he’d forgotten about brooklyn.

“well, if it isn’t my two favorite troublemakers,” bucky grinned up at the old man. “in the flesh,” stan chuckled. “it’s good to have you back, son.” he clasped his hand on bucky’s shoulder and bucky’s smile faltered.

“oh, uh, i’m not back. i’m just visiting for the holidays.” stan snorted, “sure, kid.” he muttered before he took your orders. dinner went by smoothly, there were accidents, rude comments, or any storming out. you two had a really good time. in fact, you two were laughing, talking, and telling jokes until it was time for the diner to close. bucky helped you into your coat and put his on as well. you two hugged stan and his wife and said your goodbyes as you left.

you turned around to see bucky holding something above your head. “mistletoe,” you whispered, a smile spreading across your lips. bucky grinned, “rules are you have to kiss me.” you snorted as you stepped closer, leaning in to close the gap between you, your breath mixing with his. your lips brushed over one another’s, right before you captured his with your own.

the kiss was soft, sweet, and innocent as you moved your lips together. bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. your hands cupped bucky’s cheeks as he deepened the kiss, tongue twisting and exploring your mouth. you pulled away slowly, sucking in a breath of air as you stared back at the man in front of you. your lips tingled when the cold air met them, bucky took his bottom lip between his teeth and leaned in for another breathtaking kiss, but someone called your name. you turned to find the voice and you really wished you hadn’t.

it was like a punch in the gut when you whispered his name, “bruce.”

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stcky-rogers · 5 years

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just friends | seven

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language.

six

bucky vowed to never chase after another woman. he would no longer find himself falling in love or pining after someone again. he’d been done that road and it was very long and painful. but, here he was, running and slipping in the snow as he chased after the one who had broken his heart many times before.

he called your name as he grabbed on to the pole for support. you picked up your pace, not wanting to be anywhere near him. you pulled your scarf around your mouth and quickly entered an alley and hid behind an open door. you could hear bucky cursing and stumbling as he entered the alley way. you held your breath and listened quietly, after a second or two, you heard him sigh and walk away.

you waited a beat before moving from your position and creeping back towards the entrance, you poked your head out and looked to your right. when you saw no trace of bucky, you turned around and screamed. bucky chuckled, “it’s not as easy as it used to be when it comes to outrunning me, doll.” you huffed before brushing past him and continued your way home.

“just go home, james,” you mumbled. he quickly stepped in front of you. “look, i know i was a dick earlier, but, please, let me take you home.” he begged, lightly gripping on your shoulders to keep you from brushing past him once again. “i’d rather walk,” you said as you moved to get by him and he stopped you.

“doll, please get in the car, i wanna know that you got home safely.” you looked up at him as he chewed on his bottom lip. you sighed before spinning on your heel and walking back towards the diner.

the drive back to your house was completely silent and filled with tension. the only thing that could be heard was the silent hum of the engine as bucky drove you home. shortly, you were pulling into your driveway and as soon as the car came to a complete stop, you said your goodbyes and jumped from the car. you closed the car door behind you and you heard a faint, “wait.” you stopped in your tracks and bucky immediately appeared in front of you.

“at least let me walk you to the door.” he smiled softly and you nodded, just wanting the day to be over with. bucky guided you to the door and you stopped when you reached the front steps. turning to face your old friend, you gave him a small smile before you spoke, “it was good seeing you, buck,” you watched as he smiled brightly, his teeth almost outshining the snow on the ground.

“yeah, it was.” he said, smiling down at you. bucky slowly leaned in for a kiss while you went for a hug. you two awkwardly danced around each other trying to figure out whether to hug or not. next thing you knew, you were being embraced by bucky, but he began to bounce up and down. you let out an awkward laugh and pulled away from him.

you gave him a quick smile before walking inside and closing the door. you leaned against the door and sighed. you shook your head lightly and began pulling off your coat and beanie. you reached for your gloves, only to see that they weren’t on your hands.

you heard a tiny voice call your name followed by a bark. you smiled embracing the little person running into your arms. “hey, pea.” you smiled softly against her hair. “i’ll be right back, pea, tell dad to go preheat the oven.” you smiled and she quickly ran off, the small puppy following closely behind.

you quickly walked outside to that bucky was still there and you let out a sigh of relief. you walked to the car and frowned as you crouched in front of it. bucky was having a complete meltdown. you lightly tapped on the window and bucky froze. he slowly turned his head to face you and rolled down the window. you could see his chest rapidly rising and falling.

not wanting to make him embarrass himself anymore, you pointed to your gloves resting in the passenger’s seat. you cleared your throat, “i left my gloves.” you said as he looked over to the vacant seat next to him. he grabbed them and softly placed them in your hands. you smiled softly, “thanks, bucky. get home safely.” you said before racing back inside.

you met with the same tiny hands pulling at yours and dragging you into the kitchen. you chuckled at the little girl in front of you. quickly picking her up and setting her on the counter, you planted a kiss on her nose. “well, miss morgan. what would you like to make today?” you asked and she giggled, “how about brownies!” you chuckled.

you began pulling out the ingredients for brownies and placing them on the counter next to your little sister. “well, we better get started.” you smiled and placed her apron around her neck and tying it before getting to work.

bucky had rushed over to the dental office and instantly barged into steve’s office. bucky gave steve the rundown of how the date went. he told him everything from the moment he picked you up to you forgetting your gloves in the car. bucky smacked steve’s head as steve full on laughed at the story.

“i’m sorry, buck. but, i told you, pal.” steve shrugged, “you’re right where you left off, back in the friend zone.” bucky grumbled, “i can’t be, in the,” bucky gulped, “the friend zone.” he coughed and steve gave his friend an amused look.

“if you say so, buck.” steve laughed. bucky bit his lip, “i’m taking her on another date, i have to redeem myself.” bucky plopped down on the stool and looked up at steve.

“c’mon, punk. i’m gonna need all the help i can get.” steve sighed. “alright, alright,” he started before they started forming a plan.

that night, bucky went home feeling better about the disastrous date he took you on and sighed as he began planning tomorrow’s date out in his head. quickly racing up the stairs to his bedroom, the smile bucky had on his face dropped completely at the sight in front of him.

“what the hell!?” bucky exclaimed as he approached natasha. “the fuck did you do, pietro!?” pietro smiled weakly, “long story short, she fell.” natasha was completely out of it. there was an ice pack strapped to her head and she had a mouth full of toothpaste.

“i’m gonna kill you!” pietro’s eyes widened. “what? no! you said detain her! she’s detained!” pietro said and smacked bucky across the face. bucky tackled his brother to the ground and the two began their normal brawl. bucky ended up on top of pietro and mushed his face together as his phone started ringing in his pocket.

“it’s my boss, truce.” bucky called, letting go of pietro’s face and answering the call. “this is barnes,” pietro reached up and landed a smack to bucky’s cheek and bucky pinched pietro’s nose shut and placed his palm over his mouth. pietro struggled under his brother to breathe.

“how’s natasha?” his boss grinned on the other line. “oh, she’s great,” bucky said, lifting his palm, allowing pietro to breathe. “let me speak to her,” bucky grunted as natasha came around and smeared toothpaste on his cheek.

“she’s a little occupied right now,” bucky spoke. his boss laughed, “that’s my boy! i’ll call soon.” was his response before he hung up.

bucky stood up and shook his head at pietro. bucky walked into the bathroom to rid himself of the toothpaste. he headed back downstairs to the kitchen and snuck a few cookies before swiping the house phone off the charger and dialing the number.

you picked up after the first few rings. “hello,” your voice came through the line. “hey, doll, it’s me.” bucky smiled. your smile dropped a little. “oh, hey.” you replied and bucky jumped into an apology before inviting you to go ice skating.

you laughed, “wait, you’re serious.” bucky hummed, “but you're terrible at ice skating.” bucky chuckled, “i was, now, i’m the best in my league.” bucky smiled, cockily. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, okay. i’ll meet you there.” you smiled softly and morgan had accidentally knocked down the brownie pan.

bucky could hear something clattering on your end of the phone and a small cry. “shit,” you muttered. “i have to go, see you tomorrow, buck. good night.” you said before hanging up the phone and checking morgan for any injuries. bucky smiled softly as he removed the phone from his ear. “good night, doll.” he said before finishing his cookie and heading to bed.

he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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#stcky-rogers fics #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier au #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan x reader #just friends au #just friends series

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stcky-rogers · 5 years

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just friends | eight

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, slight bullying (kids are mean), injuries, mentions of blood, and some fluff.

seven

after hanging up the phone, you quickly scooped morgan into your arms, softly chuckling at the sight in front of you. your little sister had somehow managed to spill brownie batter onto herself. it was plastered in dark locks and parts of her face.

you placed the brownies in the oven before looking back at your sister, perched on your hip. you sighed as she pouted up at you, “well, kiddo, i think we should get you cleaned up before dad and pepper get back.” you voiced, making your way into one of the bathrooms.

after running the water and checking the temperature, you placed morgan in the tub and sat on the floor of the bathroom. you carefully washed away the brownie batter from her hair and face, singing softly to her. in the midst of your singing, morgan splashed you with water, bursting into a fit of giggles as she did so. you gasped as the warm water hit your skin and playfully glared at her.

after finishing up the quick bath, you wrapped morgan in a towel and dried her off. your mind began to wonder, what could you have possibly done to drive bucky away? you thought everything had been okay between the two of you and suddenly, he left without saying goodbye, he changed his number, and never tried to contact you. you didn’t have clue where he could have gone, that is, until you saw him on television a few years ago.

you had invited steve, peggy, and their twins over for a play date with morgan. the kids had tired themselves out earlier that day and were fast asleep in your bedroom. you were sat downstairs on the couch, your head resting on your hand as you stared at the tv with a bored expression.

the met gala had been premiering on television that night and there was nothing better to watch, so the three of you decided to settle on it. you fixed some drinks before tuning in to watch the gala.

you and peggy had been commenting on the dresses many of the celebrity women were wearing as steve snorted and sipped his drink. you chuckled at your friend and turned your attention back to the screen.

and there he was, eyes still that same vibrant, captivating blue. he no longer looked like the bucky you knew. he stood tall, confidence reeking from him as he shifted his gaze from the cameras. you choked on your drink as his gaze shifted from the camera to his right to the camera right in front of him. it was like he was staring directly at you as a smirk grew on his face.

your breath had gotten caught in your throat as you stared back at the screen.

in the very back of your mind you could hear your name being called, but you were stuck in a trance. your best friend, correction, your ex-best friend was attending the fucking met gala. the same person you had grown up with and knew all of your secrets was walking the red carpet, less than an hour from where you lived.

a light touch to your shoulder caused you to snap out of your thoughts and turn your attention to a very concerned steve. his hand gripped your shoulder softly as his brows pulled together in a slight frown, “are you okay?” his voice finally getting through to you and pulling you out of your reverie. you smiled weakly, “i'm great.” you sipped your drink.

steve knew you weren’t but decided not to press on the issue and returned to his position next to peggy.

you felt a small hand press against your cheek and pair of dark eyes staring back at you, a small frown placed on her features, “you did it, again.” she warned and you smiled softly at the five year old. “i'm sorry, i was just thinking about something.” morgan grinned in response before dressing herself with some help and running back downstairs.

following after her, you stopped in tracks at the sight in front you. squealing, you hurried down the rest of the steps and quickly wrapped your arms around your little brother. “petey!” you sighed into his hair. “can’t breathe,” he managed in your tight hug. quickly loosening your arms, you smiled before frowning and giving your brother a light shove.

“i thought you wouldn’t be coming back until after christmas.” you watched as peter’s face flushed and he stammered over his words. “i decided to surprise everyone. surprise.” you shook your head. you felt a light tug on your skirt and looked down to see morgan holding a book in her hands. peter swept her up into his arms and planted kisses all over her cheeks.

the timer you had set on the stove went off and you pulled the brownies out of the oven. you set them on the counter to cool before you began cleaning and putting things away. once you were finished, you started cutting the brownies.

“peter!” you heard morgan exclaim in between her fit of giggles. you smiled at the two before peter turned his attention to you, “go relax, i’ve got her.” you were about to speak when peter cut you off, “seriously, go.” he smiled before pointing up the stairs. setting down the brownie cutter and raising your hands in defense, you planted a kiss on morgan’s cheek and gave peter a quick hug before heading up to your room.

changing out of your clothes and into an oversized shirt, you climbed into bed and you could hear a little whine as you were about to slip under the blankets. peering over the side of the bed, you looked down to see the chocolate lab staring up at you. sighing, you leaned down to pick him up, placing him in the bed with you, he plopped down on your stomach and soon fell asleep with you not too far behind.

when you had woken the next morning it was due to the sun seeping in through the small cracks in your curtains. you groaned before flipping on to your stomach and burying your face in the pillows in a hopeless attempt to fall back asleep. after a few moments of tossing and turning, you sighed before tossing the blanket off of your body and making your way downstairs.

following the sounds of giggles and music, you figured peter had woken up and started on breakfast. reaching the last step, your eyes landed on bucky and morgan, sitting on top of the counter with their backs facing you, sipping out of mugs.

you softly called out to your sister and she turned her gaze to you, squealing as bucky helped her off of the counter and ran to you. you returned her hug and brushed her hair out of her face. you pulled back slightly, “morgan, sweetie, what did we say about opening the door?” you asked, briefly glancing up at bucky as he stared back at you.

“that i’m not allowed to open them.” she stated and you nodded, “that’s right, do you know how bucky got in?” you asked softly and bucky cleared his throat. “she didn’t let me in, peter did. he wanted to get a shower in and asked me to watch her for a bit.” morgan gave you a pointed look and you ruffled her hair. standing up, you made your way over to the coffee pot and fixed yourself a cup.

you turned to face bucky, hands bringing your mug to your lips. “so, ice skating, huh?” you smirked behind your cup and bucky rolled his eyes. “look, i swear i’m better than i was ten years ago.” you laughed and bucky rolled his eyes again, “oh, you think i’m joking?” he asked and you rapidly nodded.

you set your mug on the counter and faced bucky, “of course i do! you couldn’t skate to save your life when we were kids, i guarantee nothing has changed.” you joked and bucky looked down at his feet.

“things change over time,” he shrugged, a smirk pulling at his lips. you smiled to yourself and shook your head. at that moment, peter came bounding down the stairs, nearly tripping over himself as entered the kitchen. smiling at your brother, you ran your hand down bucky’s arm, causing him to shiver.

“i hope you have room for two more.” you bit your lip before rushing upstairs to get ready.

when bucky had suggested on going on another date, he definitely didn’t mean for it to turn into a stark family outing. but, here he was, embarrassing himself, not only in front of you, but your siblings as well. but, morgan and peter were ahead of the two of you, having fun on their own.

pulling himself off of the ice with a grunt, bucky looked over at you as you bit your lip. “are you sure you’re as good as you say you are?”

a scoff slipped past bucky’s lips, “i am, it’s just, i’m no good in rental skates.” he sighed. you chuckled, moving in front of him and spinning around to face him, peeking over your shoulder. “you’ve always been such a show off,” bucky grumbled, struggling to keep his balance. you shrugged, “nah, i’m just a natural.” you joked, a smile formed on bucky’s lips before he lost his balance completely and kissed the ground once again.

“these goddamn rental skates,” bucky grumbled. you leaned down to help pull him to his feet instead bucky brushed you off before standing on his on. “i’ve got it,” he snapped and you nodded before shoving your hands in your pockets.

you two began to slowly moved around the ice, watching everyone zoom past the two of you. “so, how’s the love life?” bucky asked, glancing over at you.

you chuckled, “almost nonexistent.” bucky quirked a brow at you and you rolled your eyes. “bruce and i broke up about a year ago,” you shrugged.

“another dick?” bucky asked and you mocked him with a roll of your eyes. “i’m just saying, that was pretty much your type in high school.”

“well, i grew out of that,” and it was the truth. “bruce was really sweet and different, but i don’t think it was in the cards for us.” you informed him and he nodded in understanding.

“what about you?” you asked, silently dreading asking the question. bucky shook his head, “no, just been dating. i’m looking for my soulmate.” he shrugged and you let out a howl of laughter, causing him to smile.

“i take it you didn’t buy that?” your laughter died down and you looked up at him, “not one bit. but, maybe you should try harder.” bucky bit his lip as he stared down at you.

he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him. your chest colliding and your breath mixing with his. “or i could try this,”he whispered as he leaned down, your breath getting caught in your throat as you leaned into him.

and suddenly someone was knocking into you, causing the two of you to fall in opposite directions. you pushed yourself into a sitting position as familiar faces appeared in front of you. “miss stark!” they all exclaimed. pushing yourself on to your feet, they all wrapped their arms around you to give you a hug and you smiled. you saw bucky pushing himself into a standing position and making his way towards you. you introduced the students to bucky, explaining to him you’re their substitute from time to time. somehow you managed to get yourself and bucky into an extremely intense game of hockey and your team wasn’t doing too well.

a kid came by and whacked bucky in the shin with the hockey stick. letting out a hiss of pain, bucky shouted, “he hacked me!” the kid glared in response and skated over to bucky before throwing down their hockey stick and hitting bucky. bucky twisted his body to block the hits and the ref came over to break up the fight.

“what the hell are you doing? she’s just a child.” bucky frowned as he stared down at the child in front of him.

bucky panted, “you’re a girl?” she rolled her eyes before picking up her hockey stick and skating away.

“pussy!” she called over shoulder and bucky huffed before huddling up with his team.

“we’re getting our asses kicked out there!” one the kids stated and every one except you began to point out bucky’s faults and degrade him.

“hey!” you called, “that is unacceptable, bucky is trying his best.” you scolded and bucky would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“sorry, miss stark. he’s just terrible.” bucky grumbled before removing himself from the huddle.

everything had happened so quickly, bucky began knocking the children over as he moved toward the goal, in the distance he could hear you shouting at him to stop, but he was in competitive mode and there was no getting through to him. preparing himself for the shot to finally put his team on the scoreboard, bucky swung his hockey stick, sending the puck soaring as it connected with the top of the goal. the puck ricocheted off the goal and smacked bucky in the face causing him to land flat on his back.

the ambulance arrived quickly, strapping bucky into the stretcher as he lay unconscious. you followed the paramedics up to the hill and looked down at bucky on the stretcher as blood pooled from his mouth. you fainted at the sight, luckily another paramedic was there to catch you and when you gained consciousness, you gasped at the sight.

“thor?”

he gave a deep chuckle, “well, if it isn’t little miss stark.” he smirked.

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taglist:

#stcky-rogers fics #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier au #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan x reader #just friends series #just friends au

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