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Hey my lovely💖🙈Its me again, hope this is fine. I couldn't other as think of this after our small chat and me building the small lady liberty 🤣🤭 Could i ask for a fanfic where tfatws! Bucky give us a tour around Brooklyn and/or to Liberty island? I mean...who to ask than you, since you know Brooklyn as your backpocket😉🤭💕and Bucky of course too. A nice stroll through his neighbourhood ....old and new one. Hope Yori won't harass him🤣🙈

Just a pitch for you😘🥰 I wish you a nice day!!

Brooklyn by Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,043

Summary: You and Bucky spend the day/night enjoying Brooklyn and his favorite spots.

Author's Note: Hi my sweet Kim! @harlekin6 This is such a lovely and soft request and thank you so much for it and for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy it! I really loved writing about my beloved home! I've included pictures of all the places they went just to help along. I've been to all these places and they are magical! Hugs and love my friend! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰 PS I found these images on google, none are mine.

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, lots of kisses, Bucky is the best :)

The light breeze blows, rustling the branches of the trees and allowing the bright rays of sun to shine and peek through the flowers. You shield your eyes by burying your face in Bucky’s neck and giggling when he throws his leg over yours and squeezes you tightly.

“Doll, look!” he says, gently pulling your face away.

You glance up just in time to see the flower blossoms floating down from the cherry trees and littering the green grass like pink stars. Several land on you and Bucky and you pick one up, trying to tuck it behind his ear.

“How do I look?” he asks with a soft smile.

“Perfect,” you answer before kissing him.

“It’s beautiful here,” you whisper against his lips, snuggling closer.

“Almost as beautiful as you,” he says softly.

You lower your lashes and smile sweetly¸ giving him a soft kiss and a whispered thanks.

He sighs and throws one arm behind his head, the other wrapping you up and keeping you close.

“I used to come here a lot,” he says, “when I needed time to just…be. It’s peaceful.”

“It is,” you whisper, turning in his arms. “You don’t come as much anymore.”

It isn’t really a question, more your thought spoken aloud.

“I’m happy,” he states, tucking his fingers under your chin and lifting your lips to his. “I found my peace.”

As you walk under the canopy of trees the flowers continue to drift down on the breeze and the air carries an aromatic array of fragrances from the gardens. He lifts your joined hands above his head and twirls you around then pulls you against his chest and dips you, his kiss as romantic as the notion.

“Ready for some food?” he asks when he has you upright once again.

“Definitely,” you breathe out, still swooning from his kiss.

When you exit the Botanic Gardens Bucky’s bike is waiting at the curb. He helps you onto the back before throwing one long leg over the seat and revving the engine. You wrap your arms around his middle and press yourself close before he takes off.

He starts to slow down as you approach the Brooklyn Bridge and pulls over to tuck his bike away.

“I know just the place to eat but ya have to walk the bridge with me first,” he smiles.

He helps you off his bike and tucks you into his side.

You walk slowly, taking in all the sites and sounds of the surrounding city. The views of lower Manhattan are breathtaking and Bucky stops to take silly pictures every chance he gets, a permanent smile on his face.

“You know this is only the second time I’ve done this,” you admit, swinging your joined hands between you. “It’s so much better this time.”

“Everything is better with you,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

As you get closer to the Manhattan side you can see that the sun has dipped lower in the sky and the soft orange color lights up the silhouettes of the buildings in front as it reflects off the water. The statue of liberty is painted black against the background of light and the last of the clouds are scattered like white diamonds across the darkening sky.

You stop walking and pull Bucky to the railing.

“Let’s watch the sunset.”

He stands behind you, cradling you against his chest and circling his arms around you. The water is calm and the smell of the salt air blows delicately along your skin. The colors of the sunset are bright and spread low across the skyline, outlining it in beautiful hues of pink and orange.

The lights of the buildings blink on one by one, lighting up the city like gems strewn across a dark blanket.

You’re quiet and comfortable in his arms, reluctant to leave but your stomach says otherwise.

The River Café is already getting busy when you arrive but Bucky has reserved a table in the corner where you’re tucked away with just him and the most incredible view of the lower Manhattan skyline.

“This is my first time here,” he tells you. “So, let’s try everything.”

He pats his stomach and throws you a wink

“You got it Buck! I’m hungry! And I definitely want dessert.”

After a delicious dinner he persuades you to skip dessert, explaining that he has something better planned.

The ride to Coney Island is alongside the water and Bucky takes his time coasting down the Belt Parkway and enjoying the ocean breeze. You’re snuggled up behind him, warm in his leather jacket and resting your cheek on his back to watch the moonlight dance across the water as you whizz by.

Before you arrive you can already see the lights of the Wonder Wheel high in the sky and hear the roar of the Cyclone. You give Bucky an excited squeeze and he revs the engine and picks up speed, making you squeal.

“BUCKY! CONEY ISLAND!”

He can barely help you off the bike as you hop up and down.

“I knew you would love it,” he whispers, dipping his head to kiss you quiet.

You’re still seated on his bike and he moves between your legs, sliding his hand up your back and grabbing the nape of your neck to tilt your head and deepen the kiss. Your fingers curl into the soft material of his shirt and you moan into his mouth, completely lost in the moment.

You only break apart because of the loud boom of the fireworks behind you, the night sky lit up in a rainbow of colors.

“Just in time,” he smiles and lifts you off his bike.

He grabs his bookbag from the saddlebag and takes your hand. You jog to the Luna Park gate and he buys the tickets, throwing his arm around your shoulders and ushering you through.

“Let’s enjoy the fireworks then we can go on any rides ya want doll and I’ll get ya Coney cone!”

“Can we ride the Ferris Wheel? And will you win me a teddy bear and let’s get one of those giant sundaes!”

“We can do anything ya want doll face and of course I will,” he promises with a kiss.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Nightmares

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2629 words

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, poor Bucky.

Summary: The reader gets really good at helping Bucky with his nightmares after he lets her in

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At first, he tried to hide it from you.

Bucky really thought that you wouldn't notice the trauma induced panic and PSTD years of torture had left him with, like it was nothing.

Of course, he was wrong.

The two of you lived in impressively close quarters and it would have been impossible to miss. The evidence of what the years had done to him was obvious in everything he did, no matter how small the gesture.

You saw it.

You saw it in the way he dug his nails into his palms when something reminded him too much of the past, and in his tear stained cheeks, which he was never all that good at covering up.

More than anything though, you heard it.

You heard it in the muffled screams from outside the bathroom door, and in the whimpers and sobs that escaped him in the middle of the night.

There was no way you couldn’t have known, even from the first night you spent together.

You had been too involved in too much for too long to be able to turn a blind eye to this. Though you weren’t exactly waiting anxiously to mention it to him either.

Bucky’s past was a complicated one, and you knew that you could never fully understand what he was going through, or what he’d gone through before you.

You’d heard the stories, of course, but you weren’t there and you could only imagine how deep the scars truly went.

It just didn’t seem right to bring it up.

Especially not when he was clearly trying to keep it from you.

Bucky obviously didn’t want to talk about what he was going through, at least not to you, and you didn’t want to push him. You figured that he would come to you when he was ready.

...and eventually, he did.

Not that he had much of a choice in the matter.

The night terrors broke him first.

Eventually, there was nothing he could do but admit that he needed help. It was either that or avoid sleeping next to the woman he loved so that you never found out just how bad he struggled.

They weren't exactly going to go away on their own.

Bucky was embarrassed to have the conversation with you, and upset that he didn’t have more control over what his mind did when he closed his eyes, but like with everything else, you understood.

You always understood.

“I know” you hummed, a soft sigh leaving your lips under the weight of the situation. You weren’t ashamed to be talking about it and you were glad that Bucky finally felt comfortable enough to let you in.

It just made you sad that he had to say it at all.

“You know? What do you mean you know?” the male asked, trying to figure out how you could have possibly known.

After all, he had only just told you that he’d been having nightmares.

“You talk in your sleep, Buck. I just listened” you allowed, trying to give him as much information as you could without actually telling him just how bad it was.

You didn’t want to tell him that he woke you up three times a week begging for forgiveness, begging some invisible force to stop. You weren’t really sure if that force was him, or those who made him what he was.

Not that it mattered.

In any case, telling him that he screamed until he throat was raw during the night didn’t exactly seem like the sort of thing he needed to hear right now. It wouldn’t make any difference to his experience.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry” he tried, his face in his hands as he tried to imagine what kind of awful things you’d heard, and the horrors his memories had painted for you.

Bucky never wanted you to see that part of him.

He never wanted you to have to deal with that, or to see him like that. The Winter Soldier wasn’t who he was, not anymore, and you weren’t ever supposed to see that far uglier side of him.

...or know the ugly, terrible things he’d done.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize, it isn’t your fault” you interjected, stopping him in his tracks as soon as Bucky started to shut down, as he so often did when unsavory topics came up. He was so used to doing this on his own, pretending like it didn’t happen.

You needed him to know that it was alright.

He was in pain, and no matter what you’d heard or experienced at the hands of his unconscious mind, you would never blame him for that.

Those people, those monsters, that took away so many years of his life and so much of his free will, they were the only ones who had something to apologize for.

You understood that it was hard for him, and that he wasn’t accustomed to letting people in, but you were glad he’d had faith in you.

Maybe now, you could actually help him through his struggles, rather than pretending you didn’t see or hear his upset.

That was what you were here for, after all.

At this point, it didn’t startle you anymore.

Bucky had been having these nightmares since you met, and even longer still.

Every night, there was something. Sometimes he tossed and turned in bed, muttering to himself and pleading for something to change, while other times, he screamed and whined as unpleasant memories flashed behind his eyes.

The details didn’t interest you, as your concern was focused entirely on the man you loved. You both already knew you couldn’t just make them go away, no matter what you did.

The only thing that had changed was the fact that now, Bucky knew that you were aware of what he was going through. He knew that you were here, by his side, every night and all he had to do was rely on you.

All he had to do was let you help.

...and now that you could, you had no reason not to.

Tonight, he woke suddenly, his hot skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he let out one scream after another.

In all honesty, he woke up like this so often that you didn’t even jump. Instead, you went to work trying to get him to wake up as you did every time, keeping your voice quiet and calm as you tried to urge him awake.

“Buck?” you muttered, turning in bed to get a better look at him in the dark, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from your eyes.

It was happening again.

The memories that plagued him had such a tight hold on him, and in the dark, they came for him even stronger. When he slept, he couldn’t actively fight them off like he did when he was awake.

He didn’t have a hope of ever actually avoiding them.

“Bucky, it’s me. Are you alright?” you tried, resting your hands gently on his chest before grasping onto him a little tighter, gingerly shaking his shoulders.

You remembered once Steve warned you about being careful with him, because it was hard to know how he’d react. After all, the male had seen the negative effects of PTSD plenty and he knew how violent it could be.

Not that you gave that much thought now.

Deep down, you knew that Bucky would never hurt you and even knowing what damage he could do, you couldn’t bring yourself to be afraid of him.

You loved him too much for that.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay” you hummed, holding the man’s sleeping frame to your chest, hoping that your soft embrace may bring him some amount of comfort. It seemed to work when you’d done it before.

Still, the screaming and whimpering didn’t stop for what seemed like hours, as you kept a close hold on him, repeating those words over and over again under your breath.

It’s okay, everything’s okay.

It’s okay.

Everything’s okay.

“Y/N?” he mumbled eventually, his voice cracking halfway through under the stress and strain he’d put on his throat. The sound of his voice startled you now more than the initial event, and still, you remained as calm as you could.

The last thing you wanted to do was make him panic even more.

“It’s me, you’re safe. You’re home” you promise, taking his face in your hands. The pain and fear sparkling in them made your stomach tense as a single tear raced down his face, but he was alright.

He would be.

It always took him a few minutes to adjust to the darkness around him, and the non threatening environment in which you lived, but you didn’t mind waiting. As long as he was awake, that was all you cared about.

The nightmares couldn't get him nearly as bad when his eyes were open.

The two of you stayed that way for a few minutes, Bucky’s body nestled comfortably against your own in the darkness, his head resting on your shoulder before he spoke again.

“Steve told you not to do that” he sighed, gesturing to how you were holding him and how close you were to his frame.

A small smile crept onto your face as the mention of your shared friend, now gone, but Bucky couldn’t bring himself to feel the same.

You didn’t understand just how dangerous he was, and what he could do to you if you caught him the wrong way or got too close. He would never be able to forgive himself if something ever happened to you.

That would be the breaking point.

“I don’t care” you countered, a small shrug pulling at your shoulders before you went even further, wrapping your arms completely around his thick shoulders, boxing him in.

Your right leg was behind his now upright back and your right was across his waist, meaning that you were closer to him now than physically should have been possible but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

It was important to you that Bucky knew he didn’t scare you.

He never had, even when maybe he should have.

All you saw when you looked at him was your favorite person in the world, and nothing else mattered to you. It didn’t phase you that he saw a killer in his reflection or that he shuddered at the thought of what Hydra had turned him into.

Even his metal arm didn’t bother you, which you proved to both him and yourself as you rested your head down gently there, the cold metal stinging your cheek lightly at the contact.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” you asked, after a few more minutes of silence. You knew that perhaps he didn’t want to, and that was fine, but you didn’t want him to just stew on it either.

Recalling those memories on his own was just as bad as living them had been.

“It was just a memory, something I thought I forgot” he told you, acting for a moment as if it was no big deal.

Unfortunately for him, you knew better than that.

Maybe for a normal person, someone who worked a nine-to-five without any substantial struggles in their life, you would have left it be, but Bucky wasn’t like that. He’d lived several lifetimes, all full to the brim with terrors unimaginable.

He didn’t have bad dreams, even if sometimes you wished he could.

Anything would be better than the terrors he saw every time he closed his eyes.

“What kind of memory?” you wondered, pushing him a bit farther than you normally would. It was just so difficult to get him to open up and sometimes you wished he’d tell you something about who he used to be.

Who he was before.

“A bad one, they’re always bad” he sighed, nuzzling into your hold that much more as you ran your hands through his dark hair, slightly wet with sweat.

You just wanted to help him so badly but you knew you couldn’t.

It was awful to imagine the man you loved in so much emotional distress, and more than anything, you wanted to make it better.

“I’ve hurt so many people”

There was even more pain in those very words, his forehead pressed against your own as he willed himself to be strong.

This wasn’t your trauma to bear and he certainly didn’t want to unload too much on you.

Even now, Bucky found himself worried about scaring you away.

“That wasn’t you Buck, you know that” you try but he blows it off, he knew you would say that.

Everyone always said that. That he couldn’t be blamed for the things they made him do, and that he didn't have any control over it but deep down, Bucky knew that all that blood was on his hands, adn nothing was going to take that away.

Nothing was going to change that.

“You don’t understand. You’ve never watched someone’s life leave their eyes, you’ve never broken someone’s neck with your bare hands” he snapped, and if you were being honest, the words unsettled you.

His words sometimes startled you, sometimes caught you off guard, but it was much harder to actually disturb you.

“I’ve done things Bucky, I have nightmares too” you forced out, grasping at his biceps to try to get through to him. You didn’t like that he thought he was some kind of monster, like he deserved the torment he lived with.

It wasn’t fair, and he didn’t deserve it.

No one did.

“I know that you’ve done some awful things, but you can’t let the past eat at you like this, I won’t let you” you decided, with a bit more force than normal.

You understood that this was hard for him, but he couldn’t keep punishing himself.

It wouldn’t bring them back.

You would have thought that was obvious, but when Bucky still didn’t bother to look at you, you softly grabbed his face again in your hands, bringing his chin up until his gaze was level with your own.

“I love you so much I swear I could burst. I love you more than I’ve ever loved another person, and nothing is ever going to change that, you understand me?” you questioned, a loving edge coating your words, even with as stern as they were.

“Don’t, Y/N” he tries, but you silence him before he can say another word, with a hand on his shoulder.

“No, You worry about hurting me but you’re the one who protects me, You are always so careful…You are the most respectful, gentle man I know and yet you’re so horrified to be who you are” you rant squeezing his hands with your own.

“You’ve done terrible things but so have I, and you love me as I am. Why is it so hard to believe I could do the same for you?”

Now, it was Bucky’s turn to be silent as he considered your words.

You were right, of course, you usually were but that didn’t mean this whole process was going to be any easier.

He still had a lot he had to figure out and a lot of painful memories to dig up and deal with but you had all the time in the world.

You had accepted that it wasn’t going to be fixed overnight, in fact, you knew that well, but you knew that you could show him eventually. Eventually you would be able to prove to Bucky that he wasn’t the monster he thought.

He was the man you loved above all else.

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asgardwinter · 3 years

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New Resident

fictober day 21 | “What did I say?”

summary | Bucky had always had this weakness towards animals. Always.

fandom | Marvel

pairing | TFATWS!Bucky x fem!Reader

warnings | none, fluff

word count | 457

author’s note | **mini cuteness attack alert** hope you like it! feedback is always appreciated <33

🍁 fictober 2021 masterlist 🍁 Bucky Barnes masterlist 🍁

You and Bucky had already discussed the subject a thousand times.

It was a solid plan you pretended to follow. You’d move somewhere bigger as soon as the both of you retired from all the fighting, not necessarily that big but enough to be more comfortable than the small apartment. Then you’d get a cat — that part would probably end in more than one for sure. The apartment was just too small and you’d always be away on missions with Sam, you didn’t know how you’d take care of a living being like that.

No animals in the apartment. That’s what you both decided in a very serious talk.

So the moment you opened the door and faced that unusual scene no one could blame you for being surprised. You sighed deeply at the image of the supersoldier carrying the small white ball in his arms, the look on his face was adorable.

“What did I say?” You asked him, the warning look on your face contrasted with the surging grin you tried to hide. “No, what did we talk about?”

“No cats in the apartment.” He mumbled a bit embarrassed about being caught but still looking at the kitty in his arms with a child-like expression.

You let him step into the apartment, closing the door right away and crossing your arms in front of your chest while you waited for an explanation. Damn, Bucky could always convince you by himself, now with the kitty cradled in his arms… You were doomed.

“Doll, I promised you I tried to go away when she looked at me in the street, but the Alpine kept following me and…”

“You gave her a name?”

“Well, I couldn’t keep calling her little thing or kitty all the way here, right? She’d be offended.”

“You’re unbelievable, James.” You kept trying to keep a serious face at him, but it was getting harder - not harder impossible. “Let me see her.” You broke, not even embarrassed that it happened that easy.

Both of you sat on the floor and Bucky moved the little cat to your lap with the most care in the world. The moment that tiny white furry ball was placed in your lap your already warm heart melted just like butter. It was the way she tried to hide in your shirt, even if she was still fast asleep.

“Alpine suits her.” You noted, caressing her head.

The look on his face turned to one of the widest smiles you have ever seen. “You called her Alpine.”

“I did.” You said still looking at the kitty. Your kitty.

“So that means we can keep her?”

You said the next words hugging Alpine carefully to prove your point. “What do you think?”

ps: now I have a taglist!

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

Updated: 30th March

When she met him (In progress)

Little was known about Bucky Barnes’ life under the torment of HYDRA. From his disappearance in 1945 to his return in 2014 were years that seemed to be blank, lost in his memory, years in which he escaped the clutches of the terrorist organisation, fell in love, managed to live a full life, and once again became the Winter Soldier.

50s AU, New York

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

“Anything that can go wrong will go wrong” (In progress)

Seaville, Maine, 1991. The sudden death of Tony Stark’s parents forces him to return to the town he left behind when he went to study at MIT (Boston). With his arrival, all the memories he thought he had erased come back to him. The events of his last year of high school and that summer of 1988 appear to him as if they were ghosts from the past, forcing him to confront them and causing him to rethink his life.

80s, High School AU, enemies idiots to lovers

Tony Stark, Justin Hammer, Steve Rogers

Portraits of our last summer (In progress)

It was the summer of 1942 when your life changed forever. Before you left for college, you wanted to enjoy your last summer of freedom. The United States had entered the war in December 1941, no one knew what was going to happen, so everyone wanted to enjoy any moment of peace.

Rich girl/Poor boy. 40s, Countryside AU, South Charleston

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

TONY STARK - STEVE ROGERS

BUCKY BARNES - PETER PARKER

Unexpected encounters inside a café

Fleeting glances in the library

Love in Hogwarts

Rainy day follies

Hopelessly in love, slow dancing with your soulmate

Lost in college days

Sharing life with your roommate

Flying Valentine’s Day

Living a movie love

Lucid dreams at the Dark Academia

Love is in the air at the prom

Imaginary quotes

VALENTINE’S DAY 💔 💓 ⚡

SUPERHERO X VILLAIN!READER 💔 💓 ⚡

KINKS MASTERLIST ⚡ (+18)

Let’s go home?

New York. Fluff

No pressure

Angst, Fluff

I got you

Post-pandemic meeting. Fluff

Our little paradise

Holidays. Fluff

Show me you phone

Jimmy Fallon show

Before we go - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Based on the movie. Fluff

Love

Drabble

Are you happy? - Part 1 / Part 2 (+18) ⚡

Childhood friends. Ex-Partner. Smut

The September Foundation Grant

Teen Reader, Illegal work

“Please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.“

Smut (+18) ⚡

It’s been a long, long time

Captain America First Avenger / Endgame. Angst. Fluff ending.

I miss you and I always will

Drabble

Do it

40s, New York, Fluff

I promise

40s, Fluff, Angst

Threat

Drabble

The Boy

Countryside AU,Based on Portraits of our last summer

Fragile - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 NEW!

Based on TFATWS, The reader's father was a victim of WS.

PS I love you

Fluff and sad. Based on the movie/book

It will always be you

Post Infinity War, Fluff and Angst. Avenger Reader.

Aftermath

Age of Ultron. Angst. Avenger Reader.

Your legacy is my nightmare - Part 1 NEW!

Age of Ultron. Angst. Avenger Reader.

Stay with me

Prequel to It will always be you. Civil War. Angst. Avenger Reader.

I’ll fix it

Endgame. Angst. Time Travel

Je t’aime

Drabble

The headache

High School AU. Based on “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”

The boy on the train

Drabble

Green-eyed dancer

Ballet dancer AU. Fluff

Edinburgh

Post Civil War. Fluff

14th March / 21st March / 28th March

FAQs

Taglist Open (DM)

AO3 Account

Taglist: @indigo123789 @mycosmicparadise @imerdwarf @mostly-marvel-musings @gloryekaterina @fanofalltheficsx @emmabarnes @atomicpunkrock

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qyllenhaal · 3 years

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Hello!! I just saw that you posted something new!!! I’ll check it out tomorrow cz it’s very late here and I have school the m tmrw🙄🙄 also can we get part 3 of god’s face in the fire💞💞

PS. do you know a story that is set during the tfatws that has Bucky x nurse!roommate!reader? I read some parts before tumblr broke down and let me out of the app and when I came back it was gone. They barely talk since she’s so busy and stuff. So Bucky has these nightmares and when he sleeps in her bed when she’s visiting her family, they go away and his therapist tells him it’s too far. Then he tells her and stuff. That’s all I remember. Plz help 🥺🥺

Thank you for reading!

It's funny you asked about part 3 because I've started to revisit that series in between writing other stuff. I still haven't fully worked out how to unravel the plot, but I think I'm close to breaking ground on it!

As for the fic, I haven't heard of it. I've unfortunately been behind on reading and finding new fics to read but maybe one of my followers now what fic this is?

#answered #fic find

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Undercover

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3271 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky finally admitting how much he loves the reader, after seeing her with Zemo

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You hated it.

The idea that the three of you had to play dress up just to avoid murder in Madripoor seemed arbitrary to you but you understood that you didn’t really get to make that call.

As much as you despised it, he knew this place far better than you, Buck, or Sam did. At least in this place, you had to play his game.

Which was how you’d managed to get yourself into this predicament in the first place.

“I’ll kill you”

The empty threat fell from your lips again and again as you looked between an overly enthused Zemo, who was holding out a dress to you on a hanger, and Bucky, his jaw tight as he tried to figure out how serious you were.

Right now, you needed him, you all did and as gladly as Bucky would have let you choke the life out of him, they had to find Karli first.

“We all have our roles to play, liebchen, this is yours” the Sokovian hummed back, not at all fazed by the glare you were giving him. In fact, if you had to guess, you would say that he was getting quite a kick out of this.

He thought it was funny.

“I’m gonna kill him” you groaned again, this time addressing your words to Sam, as you snatched the dress from the male in front of you.

This was ridiculous.

Zemo’s plan was a simple one, all things considered. The three of you had to play your parts if you were going to walk among the criminals and lowlifes that called Madripoor their home.

Sam was playing Smiling Tiger, some African gangster, who even you had to admit looked a lot like him. Bucky was playing himself, or more accurately, the man Hydra turned him into.

By all accounts, your job was easy.

Zemo suggested that it would be best if you got all dressed up, and played the part of a woman in his company. Considering the standing he had in this place, it wouldn’t raise any red flags for him to have you on his arm.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Not really.

If Bucky could play the Winter Soldier after all this time, there was no reason you couldn’t put on a dress and some heels, it just didn’t feel right.

You were accomplished in the field of international intelligence, and in a few moments, he’d managed to strip that all away.

In this place, all you were good for was your body.

A body that you hadn’t exactly made a habit of showing off.

You had worked tirelessly to do what had to be done, and even more so to be respected. That meant being seen as a weapon and an asset far more often than you needed to be seen as a woman.

It just didn’t serve you well, most of the time.

Though, even you had to admit that as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were shocked.

You had spent so much time in tactical gear and bullet proof vests, you forgot you had curves like this.

...and you weren’t the only one.

You were almost sure that when you came back into the room that all three men nearly swallowed their tongues.

“Can somebody zip me up?” you asked, your skin hot as you tried to go about this in the most professional way that you could. This was a mission after all, and you had to take it just as seriously.

It didn't matter that it felt like one big embarrassing dream.

You couldn’t have zipped it yourself if you tried, and you had, it was far too tight for that.

You knew that you were almost completely covered as you held the fabric tight to your chest, but it just felt too intimate to be doing this with friends you’d known for so many years.

...and Zemo.

Who took it upon himself to step up to the plate, his fingers fiddling with the zipper with the dexterity and ease of a man who had done, or undone, this a thousand times.

You nodded to him with as much gratitude as you could bear to show him given the circumstances, then turned around to face the three of them fully, once the male at your back had finished.

It was a nice dress.

As vile as you thought Zemo was, he certainly knew how to pick out something you would be comfortable in.

Well, as comfortable as you could be, given the fact that the dress fell just under your butt, and barely reached the middle of your thigh.

Not to mention the fact that it was tight.

Really tight, to the point where you were sure that if you were to so much as bend down to slide on your heel, you feared that the zipper may actually pop.

“Well, what do we think?” you questioned, trying to get anyone to say anything.

After all the fuss they’d caused trying to get you into this thing, you would have thought there would be more feedback to be had.

Somebody had to say something.

The more time you spent standing here, under each of their unique gazes, the more you wanted to put your clothes back on and stay here. There was no real reason for you to be involved.

Or, at least, that was what you kept trying to convince yourself.

In reality, you knew that if you tried to stay, these three would either get themselves killed or kill each other, and neither of those things was going to help you find Karli or the Flags Smashers.

They needed you, and right now, they needed you in this stupid dress.

“It fits you well, I knew it would” the Baron spoke first, a small smirk on his face in an I-told-you-so sort of way that made you roll your eyes, but he wasn’t wrong.

As tight as it was, it made your body look incredible.

“For once, I agree with Zemo, it’s a nice dress” Sam allowed, not even bothering to not stare a little at your body, one that he had never really had the privilege of seeing like this in all the time you two had known one another.

You looked good.

Even you had to admit that you looked incredible, even though the idea of this dress made you super uncomfortable to begin with.

You nodded, considering their words for a moment before your focus shifted to Bucky, who had yet to say anything yet. Of course, that wasn’t because there wasn’t something to say, it was just because he couldn't find the words.

This was quite the change from how he was used to seeing you.

“It’s good, it should work” Bucky tried eventually, clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to cover up the fact that he too had been staring, before turning away from you completely.

Normally, you would have been increasingly more uncomfortable with the looks you were getting, but you were sure this was only the tip of the iceberg for the looks you were going to be getting tonight.

It would likely just be better if you let yourself live in the fantasy for a while.

After all, this wasn’t the first time you’d ever been undercover and it always went the same way. All you had to do was do as you were told for a while, until the mission was complete and then you could take this off.

It wouldn’t kill you.

“Alright, let's get this over with” you decided, taking one more deep breath before heading toward the door, not missing the way their eyes followed you again.

This was going to be a long night.

“You’re sure this is going to work?” you hummed, your quick strides keeping up with the men by your side with no problem, though the heels you were wearing were proving to be more challenging than you’d originally considered.

Zemo shrugged, something that he intended to relax you, not that it served that purpose.

Clearly, he didn’t understand what you were asking, because surely if he had, he would have done something else in the way of reassuring you that you weren’t walking into some death trap.

Thankfully, Bucky stepped in as best he could to do just that before you could abort on the whole mission. By this point in your lives, he wouldn’t have put it past you to just put a bullet in Zemo and moved on.

You had never been one for unnecessary risk.

“Just stay close” he allowed, using that gruff, serious tone that you hadn’t heard from him in a long time.

That wasn’t normally how Bucky spoke to you, but given the circumstances, you decided not to split hairs.

Of all the things to talk about right now, that wasn’t really the most pressing one.

This was about the mission, more than anything else.

“James is correct. As long as you stay in character, everything should be fine” Zemo decided, his words little more than a hushed whisper as the four of you approached the Brass Monkey Nightclub.

It was showtime.

If anyone in this place caught on to what you were doing, there would be nothing he could do to keep them from killing you all.

Madripoor could be dangerous, especially for people like you, doing what you were doing. If you didn’t play your roles perfectly, there was no telling what was going to happen to you.

Still, even given the circumstances, the four of you stayed relatively cool as you entered the facility, passing the threshold with a simple wave to the bouncer from Zemo.

You could do this.

Keeping up appearances was one of the things you were best at, and as long as you remembered why you were doing this, it wouldn't be a problem.

You only flattered for a moment when Zemo’s hand found the space between your two bodies in the crowd and pulled you that much closer, but instead of scolding him as you so desperately wanted to, you grinned instead.

After all, you were supposed to be the doe-eyed girl on his arm and little more. As degrading and unrealistic as it was, no one in this place was really searching for hairs to split.

If you put on a good show, they would let you pass without trouble.

So, you did your best to move through the crowd with as much ease as you could, which was actually easier than you would have thought.

The bar was basically packed wall to wall but thankfully, you had a secret weapon.

Bucky’s presence alone seemed to keep them at a distance.

Or, as he was right now, The Winter Soldier’s presence.

“It should only be a moment, perhaps we should get a drink?” the baron offered, speaking to the three of you in as casual a voice as he could muster, the most charming grin you’d ever seen plastered on his face.

You had never seen him as anything less than completely confident in his choices, but even Zemo seemed a little shaken up right now.

There was a lot going on in the bar, and if anything went wrong, the consequences would be dire.

You couldn’t afford any slip ups.

So, it seemed that, at least for now, the best option you had was to let loose and try to just blend in with everyone else.

“That’s a wonderful idea” you decided, shooting Bucky a glance over his shoulder, though you did your best to remain as fixated on the Baron as you could have ever been, even going so far as to rest your hand on his bicep.

You were laying it on a little thick, but given the circumstances, it couldn’t hurt.

Of course, you didn’t miss the look of distaste that flooded the other man’s face at your action, which you couldn’t have missed given how tight his jaw was but you paid him no mind.

It wouldn't make a difference.

Right now, you were playing a role and if you did it well enough, you may actually get out of here alive.

For the most part, it looked to be working.

Though the ruse you were trying to get away with wasn’t all that smooth in practice, it wasn’t flimsy either and most of the people in this bar had no idea what was going on.

...until, of course, it was all said and done.

Selby was dead, which wasn’t all that surprising to you, and Sharon was back, having been hiding away in Madripoor all this time, which was slightly more shocking news.

Not that you cared about that right now.

All you could think about at the moment was getting out of this stupid dress and into some pants, which Sharon was kind enough to lend you from the outrageous stockpile of stuff from her warehouse.

She really had been busy since you’d seen her last, and she’d gathered quite the collection.

A collection that included a pair of shorts and a tank top that was sure to be much more comfortable than this awful garment. Which, you were having the worst time getting off.

While getting the dress over your hips and zipped up was a task in itself, getting it off had to have been impossible.

Of course, you did your best to get out of the dress as best you could without ruining it before eventually, you gave up.

The more you struggled with the fabric, the more frustrated you got and the harder it was.

All in all, it was one vicious cycle and no matter what you did, it felt like you were going to be trapped in this fabric prison forever.

It was really claustrophobic and it was hard to keep calm.

Thankfully, just as you began to consider trying to claw your way out of the dress like a racoon, Bucky came around the corner, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

Your obvious struggle sort of felt like it was going to go on and on, and no one was going to interrupt.

“You okay?” Bucky called, announcing himself as he came to a stop outside the door, which was only open enough for him to know you were there without seeing just how much of a bind you’d gotten yourself into.

Not that he was about to leave until you told him for sure that you were alright.

Which you certainly weren’t.

“Actually, I think I need help” you answered, hoping that he would be willing to get you out of this, even if it was a tad more intimate and close than the two of you were used to. You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t need it.

After all, it wasn’t like you could get out of this by yourself.

Bucky did little more than hum, taking that as his permission to enter the room, only to stop when he laid eyes on you in the center of the room.

“I’m stuck” you sighed, well aware that you must have looked crazy with one arm out of the silky cage and one desperately trying to reach behind you toward the zipper.

Part of you assumed Bucky was going to laugh or leave you there to struggle on your own but once he’d had a second to take it in, he closed the door behind him.

Probably in hopes that no one else would encounter the strange sight before him.

“You did really well today” Bucky hummed, his voice filling the room with casual smalltalk as he tried to get your arm untangled from the dress, all of his focus on the task at hand.

Still, you did your best to match the casual energy he was bringing to the table, ignoring the obvious subtext within this situation that the two of you weren’t quite willing to address, though you were both feeling it.

Subtext best left that way, you thought.

“Thanks. I’ll have to admit, hanging on Zemo’s arm all night wasn’t as charming as it may have seemed” you joked, keeping your body as still as you could while Bucky worked now on the zipper at your back.

Thankfully, he was able to get it undone so you could actually get out of this thing.

Bucky smiled slightly at that, before turning away from you completely, likely heading back out to listen to Zemo and Sam bicker back and forth for the next few hours.

...but there was something you couldn’t stop thinking about.

All day long, Bucky had been looking at you strangely, like there was something he was trying to tell you but he didn’t have the words.

Even now, you didn’t have to study him to know that there was something on his mind.

Whatever it was, you were sure it had something to do with his real reason for coming to check on you, regardless of your dress mishap.

“Hey Buck? Are you okay?” you called, partially hoping that he would tell you that he was fine so that you could move on, assuming that you’d simply overreacted.

However, when he finally turned back around again, that same look was present on his face.

There was definitely something going on, and whatever it was, you both knew there was no use hiding it anymore.

He knew that he had to come clean.

“I don’t like the way he looked at you, or people seeing you with him” he sighed, a strange finality in his tone that put into words the feelings you had both been ignoring all this time.

Even still, you never really thought he would say it out loud.

You never thought that either of you would admit that you felt anything for the other, but clearly, your escapades today with Zemo had forced something out of Bucky that neither of you expected.

He couldn’t help it.

It was bad enough that he had to masquerade as the killer he’d been trying to distance himself from all this time, but he also had to watch Zemo lead you around like a show dog on a leash for everyone in the bar.

He hated it, and he never wanted anyone to look at you like that again.

Not that you didn’t look amazing.

Perhaps that was another part of the problem Bucky was facing. You were beautiful and Zemo did an excellent job choosing a dress that would only accentuate the beauty he already knew was there but it was for all the wrong reasons.

A dress like that was one that he would have seen you in the first time a hundred years ago before he took you on a nice dinner, after getting your parents permission to take you out for the night.

...or, at least, for something better than a lie.

You deserved to dress up like this for something worth more than a con, just like you deserved to know that no matter what happened, he would always be there to help you out of whatever uncomfortable situation you found yourself in.

Whether that be a dress or a life threatening battle.

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to take me out instead, so people can look at us like that” you countered, a soft smile on your face as you settled on the well-fitting tank top Sharon had gotten for you.

That was the only way you could think to rectify such a wrong.

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