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firegal19 · 1 year
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Y/n: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds
Bucky: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!
Y/n: NO! Four TO five seconds!
Bucky already tackling her: Too late doll
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Defining The Relationship
The way this conversation began stewing in your head was strange.
It wasn't even a conversation that you thought you needed to have or had ever really crossed your mind, but here you were thinking about it.
Relentlessly thinking about it.
Compulsively thinking about it. 
All because of your friends and their endless curiosity.
It was only a few days after you'd returned back to the Compound and the team welcomed you back with open arms. It was great, you were home again and the everything was right with the world. You were content to just sit in the peace of being home again.
And then Nat and Wanda asked a question that opened a can of worms that you had no idea even existed: 
"So you and Bucky?" Wanda playfully chuckles, the three of you sitting around the common room. 
"Why'd you say it like that?" you ask.
"I don't know. Just curious, I guess."
"That means she's being nosey," Nat corrects.
"Not nosey, just curious," Wanda retorts.
"About?"
"Like I know you're together, but are you together?" Wanda says, adding extra emphasis. "Or are you guys going slow after everything that happened?"
"Err...what?" you forcefully exhale.
"You haven't talked to him about it? What you are? What this means for you guys? Don't think I didn't notice you leave Bucky's room the other morning."
"No, I didn't know this was something you had to talk about!"
"Sometimes I forget you've only been in society for like five seconds."
"It's been almost two years," you correct. 
"I know, I know. But still, you're new to this kind of thing, and Bucky's...Bucky."
They weren't wrong, you had a blindspot when it came to these types of things. Being in a relationship and dealing with real life romance was completely new to you, and this was not something that cropped up in any movie or book you'd ever seen.
It was completely uncharted territory. 
And Bucky was very patient with your lack of knowledge about these things. He didn't judge or push you, and took the time to make sure you felt safe and comfortable at every step. He accepted the slow pace of your relationship and took it all in stride. This was just another step, no matter how awkward it felt. It was just another step, you kept reminding yourself. So it was best to just ask. Right?
"Can I ask you something?" you ask, laying in bed, curled into Bucky's side.
"Shoot."
"What are we?"
"Huh?" he asks, abruptly sitting up. 
"I mean you and me, what are we?" you re-emphasize. 
"Uh..." he falters, hoping you can't see the startled, confused expression on his face. 
"Now, just thinking out loud here, but we love each other, right?"
"Right," he nods definitively, because while he may not know what spurred this question on or have the even the vaguest idea on how to answer, he does know that he loves you. 
"And we sleep in each other's bed every night," you continue, more thinking out loud than actually telling Bucky anything that he doesn't already know. Even in the dim light, you can see the strained expression on his face and it only makes you feel even more confused as you start fiddling with the hem of his shirt that you're wearing, 
"You're the only person I don't hate," Bucky offers, hoping that'll be enough to get him out of this conversation. 
"And you're arguably my favorite person?"
"Arguably? Why arguably?"
"But we've never even been out on a date before," you say, continuing your train of thought instead of answering Bucky's question. 
Bucky thinks about it for a moment, and you're right, after everything you'd gone through together, the two of you had never gone on a real date. "Yeah, I guess we haven't."
"But we've gone through all this other stuff, so that shouldn't matter?" you say, though it sounds more like a question than an actual statement. "We're not very good at this, are we?"
He awkwardly chuckles. "No, not really."
"So...what are we?" you ask again.
"That is...a great question."
"And the answer to that question would be...?"
And as if it's his saving grace, Bucky's phone rings.
Without even looking to see who it is, he answers on the first ring.
And it must be his lucky day because Steve needs him for an assignment. Which under any normal circumstance, he'd hate, but he doesn't have the slightest clue of how to answer your question, and this seems like a good way to temporarily avoid it without seeming like a total asshole. 
"Steve needs me for a mission. Gotta go," he jabbers, fumbling to get out of bed. 
"Okay-" you start to say as he turns to bolt out of the room. 
He turns back, pecking you on your lips, "Bye, love you,"
"Love you too."
-
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asks as the trio finally finishes their debrief. 
Both Sam and Steve had noticed a particularly stoic, pensive expression on Bucky's face during the entirety of the short assignment. It was an odd look considering the past two weeks Bucky looked like the happiest man in New York since you'd returned back to the Compound. 
"I literally haven't said a word," Bucky grumbles. 
"Exactly, you're usually like 'stupid Steve making me get out of bed' 'grumble, grumble' 'I miss my girl'. More grumble, grumble," Sam says, mocking Bucky's voice. 
"First, I don't sound like that. And I've never said, 'grumble, grumble' in my entire life."
"Minor details," Sam dismisses. "But the sentiment remains the same, so what happened?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Trouble in paradise?"
"No," Bucky grunts, trying to shut this conversation down. It also occurs to him that he's just shutting down all conversations today. 
"Then what?"
"Don't worry about it," Bucky repeats in a clipped tone.
"You know we're not going to leave you alone until you tell us," Steve prods.
Bucky sighs in defeat and reluctantly says, "She asked me what we are. Relationship-wise."
"Ohh," Sam and Steve audibly cringe. 
"Yeah," he nods, internally cringing as he relives the moment in his head. 
"So what'd you say?"
"Nothing! I don't know what to say to that."
"So how'd you leave it?" Sam asks, already knowing that conversations were not exactly Bucky's forte. 
"Not great. Steve called and I kind of just...left."
"Ohhh," they cringe again. 
"You stupid man," Sam exhales, slowly shaking his head.
"That's not helpful," Bucky chides, feeling even worse seeing his friends' visceral reaction to his stupidity. "What do I do?"
"Who would have thought? Bucky coming to me for relationship advice," Steve proudly states, wearing a smug smile as he holds his head up high. 
"You're right." Bucky nods, abruptly turning to Sam, "Sam, what do I do?"
"I don't know," Sam shrugs. "Have a conversation? Answer the question?"
"How exactly do you answer a question like that: 'what are we?' I don't know."
"People who are dating?"
Steve's words only remind him of another example of his idiocy, "Oh, and that's another thing, I've never taken her on a date!"
"Seriously?' Sam scoffs. "What the hell have you been doing- Never mind, I rescind that question."
"Partners?" Steve offers. 
"That sounds like you're about to go on a mission together," Bucky recoils. 
"Why not just keep it simple? Girlfriend," Sam states simply.
"Isn't she more than a girlfriend by now?"
"I think you two are the most confusing couple I've ever met," Sam complains. "You basically live in each other's rooms, but never discussed what that means. You've never gone on a date, but you're both disgustingly in love with each other."
"Thank you for the incredibly helpful recap, Sam," Bucky sarcastically quips. 
"Have you ever thought that maybe- just maybe you should just have a conversation?" Sam repeats. 
"No," Bucky deadpans. 
"What about a romantic gesture? Ask her to marry you!" Steve wildly suggests, 
"What?" Sam questions, giving Steve an incredulous, wide-eyed look. "No! Are you crazy? You don't ask someone to marry you to avoid having a conversation."
"Please," Steve scoffs, and now it's mildly concerning to both Sam and Bucky that they can't tell if he's actually joking anymore. "They've known each other over a year. Together for a couple months, back then that was all you needed."
"I almost forgot who I was talking to," Sam mutters. "Listen, I know in ye olden times, you kiss a girl once and decide you're in love with her, but this is civilized society. And they are both two very emotionally stunted people who just need to have a conversation. "
"Alright, alright, already- we need to talk, but what do I say?" Bucky asks, no longer wanting to hear his friends insane suggestions and sarcastic remarks about his conundrum. 
"How do you feel?" Sam pointedly asks.
"God, you sound like my shrink," Bucky sarcastically remarks.
"Let me see your phone," Steve requests, sticking his hand out.
"No."
"Come on, just let me see it for a sec," Steve cajoles. 
"No."
"Come on," Steve asks again, this time trying to grab it out of Bucky's hand.
"Don't touch my phone," Bucky warns. 
"Alright, alright," Steve acquiesces. Just as Bucky looks back at Sam, Steve smacks the phone out of his hand. It flips out of Bucky's hand and Steve snatches in the air. Bucky tries to grab the phone back, but Steve plays keep-away, using his arm to keep Bucky at a distance. "Aww...she's your screensaver?"
"Give me my phone," Bucky barks, finally snatching the phone back. "What if I just say that I don't want to label anything? Or that I like things the way they are?"
Sam shakes his head in disappointment once more. "Do you hear yourself? You tell a woman that and you're basically telling them you have no interest in real relationship."
"Why can't it just mean exactly what I just said? I do like the way things are."
"How did you get a girlfriend before I did?" Sam audibly wonders. 
"Well, technically he doesn't have a girlfriend," Steve mutters. 
"And this is why I can't stand talking to you two," Bucky snarks.
"Well, you can talk to us and figure it out or...you can go have a conversation and work through all those feelings, all in real time, in front of another person," Steve teasingly offers, knowing Bucky won't risk messing this up in front of you. 
"See this is the problem with the 21st century, you people want to talk about everything. Feelings, emotions," Bucky rambles. "If feelings were meant to be talked about they would be called talkings!"
"I don't think you're going to have to worry long, Sam. He's definitely going to be single pretty soon."
"Great - that's really great, guys," Bucky retorts, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Happy to have your vote of confidence."
"You're not going to get out of this. It's a conversation. You are a literal assassin, and you're scared of have one short, little conversation."
"I'm not scared of it- I just want to avoid it as long as possible."
"Well, it was nice knowing you, buddy," Steve sighs, clapping his hand on Bucky's shoulder.
"Okay, okay. Alright, already. Here, feelings," Bucky shudders. "I'm just- I feel like I'm a different person. I've never felt more at home or had more fun. We do the dumbest things together and I love it, like we have a secret hand-shake-"
"Hold on, you guys have a secret hand-shake? But when I asked you, you said no because it was stupid!" Sam interrupts, crossing his arms. 
Bucky shrugs. "She presented a good argument."
"And what was that?"
Bucky pulls his lips in to hide his growing semi-embarrassed smirk. "If, and bear with me, if one of us ever got kidnapped or cloned, how would we know if they're the real person? So we have a secret hand-shake. It's not a big deal."
"And what if that happens to me?"
Bucky jokingly nods, "I'd be willing to take that chance, Sam."
"Can we get back to forcing Bucky to talk about his feelings?" Steve interjects.
"I don't know! Alright, she's- she's my person. We can be one the phone for hours without even saying anything. When I think about my future, it's not my future- it's ours."
"Oh my God, he does have feelings," Steve dramatically mutters to Sam. 
"I know," Sam theatrically whispers. 
"I'm having some very intense feelings right now," Bucky vaguely threatens, opening and closing his metal fist. 
"Anyway...you tell her exactly that. Just say how you feel and work it out together. You'll be fine."
"This couldn't have been more unhelpful. Thanks," Bucky sarcastically quips. "While we're at it, any date ideas?"
"Go!" Sam and Steve simultaneously order. 
He sighs and begrudgingly leaves the conference room. He slowly walks back to your room, his mind racing a mile a minute. He stops in front of your door and suddenly, it's like he doesn't remember how to be a person anymore.
Does he knock on your door? Does he just open it? Does he knock then open? Does he normally knock? Or would it seem weird if he started now? 
He desperately tries to recall what he did the last time he entered your room. 
"I didn't knock, there's no way I knocked," he mutters to himself. "This is crazy. It's fine. It's not like she's going to yell at me for barging in, she likes being around me."
That kicks off an entirely new spiral. 
"What if she doesn't like me being around anymore? She has abandonment issues and I just left mid-conversation. What if she thinks I don't want to be around anymore? What if she thinks that I think that she thinks-"
"Hey, James," you call from the other side of the door. "Are you done pacing?"
He almost chokes in shock, his fist clenching around the air in unbridled anxiety. "Yeah," he rasps. 
You slowly creak open the door, poking only your head out. "You sure?"
"Yeah," he mutters. 
"Do you want to come in or...?" you trail off, letting the question hang in the air. 
"Sure," he lilts, nodding a few times too many. 
You roll your eyes, taking his hand in yours and pulling him into your room. "Listen, I'm sorry if I made you feel weird-"
"Don't be sorry," he interrupts as he takes a seat on the very edge of your bed. "You asked me a completely reasonable question. I should be apologizing to you."
"What if neither of us apologize and we call it even?" you offer, resting against the headboard.
"Thank you," he sighs in relief, finally allowing himself to relax and flop onto your bed.
"I'm sensing a pattern here," you quip.
"What that our friends constantly meddle in our lives and make things more complicated than they ever needed to be?" he snarks, adjusting himself so his head rests in your lap.
"You notice it too! I was fine with the way things are," you state, raking your fingers through his hair.
"Me too!" 
"But now I'm confused!"
"Me too!" 
"So what does that mean?"
"Argg..." Bucky groans, completely exasperated at this cursed question that somehow keeps working its way into all his conversations today. "Why am I so bad at this?" 
"Why are we so bad at this?" you correct.
"No, I'm bad at this. It's a reasonable question. And I just- I don't-"
"Listen," you say, reaching out to grab Bucky's hand. "We're both equally bad at this, and it's okay. That's why we work, we can be emotionally stunted together."
"What if we start with a date?" Bucky offers, kissing the pulse point on your wrist. 
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Yes," he replies his voice filled with absolute certainty. 
"I'll have to think about it," you tease. 
"Funny. Very funny," he scoffs. 
-
He takes a long breath as he watches you line up your last shot on the fake grass. You wear a cheeky grin as you look back at him in smug triumph. He playfully rolls his eyes and seriously considers sabotaging the final round of the night. 
He chuckles to himself, thinking that it was probably for the best he wasn't trying to impress you with his mini-golf game.
Evidently, super soldier strength had some drawbacks. Even with the lightest of touches, he found himself digging in bushes and in the small water traps for the little golf ball for the entirety of the date. It was almost hazardous to the people playing around him. 
And he watches, smiling warmly as you cheer for your final hole in one. And even though it's a little annoying that he's this terrible at this game and he's rolled his eyes countless times tonight, he relishes in the sound of your laughs from behind him as he attempts one final round of mini golf. 
"What if we call it a tie?" he bargains as the two of you walk hand-in-hand back into the Compound.
"Mhhh," you shake your head. "I don't think so."
"Come on, tonight wasn't good for my ego," he playfully retorts. He wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you lightly. "What about now?"
"I had fun," you wistfully hum against his lips.
"So do I get a second date?"
You chuckle as he presses the elevator button.  "I'm strongly considering it."
"Strongly considering?" he laughs with an eyebrow raised. 
"Alright, I'd like that- if only for your ego."
"That's very generous of you," he quips, holding out his arm to hold the elevator door open for you. 
When the elevator doors open, Sam's is coincidentally the only person still lingering in the common room, though as well as you know Sam, you know it probably wasn't a coincidence at all. "Well, look at who it is! How was it?"
"12 consecutive holes in one," you pridefully announce, still holding Bucky's hand as you point your thumb at him, "And 12 consecutive holes in 18."
"Only because you cheated!" Bucky scoffs, once again trying to hide his wide, boyish grin by rolling his eyes. 
"Does it say no powers anywhere in mini golf rules?" you counter.
"It's implied!"
"No one likes a sore loser," you chirp. Bucky huffs wordlessly, your hand dropping from his as you take off your jacket. "Anyway, I've got to be up early, so I'm gonna head up. Are you coming?"
"Yeah, I'll be right up," Bucky responds.
"Everything okay between you guys?" Sam quietly asks as you walk away, wondering why Bucky didn't just go up with you.
"Yeah," Bucky absently replies watching as you walk down the hall. 
Sam watches Bucky for a moment, more specifically the way Bucky smiles like a giddy teenager that just got a date with their crush. "Then what's that stupid look on your face?"
Bucky sighs at Sam though that same goofy, awestricken smile remains firmly planted on his face, "I'm gonna marry that girl one day."
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buckyalpine · 3 months
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40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise
Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.
"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.
"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.
"But-
"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.
"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!
Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.
"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"
His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.
"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.
-
"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.
"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"
"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.
"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.
"I love you Jamie"
"I love you jellybean"
That was the last time you saw him.
-
"This is a bad idea"
"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.
"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-
"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"
Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.
"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"
"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.
"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"
"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.
"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"
"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.
"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-
Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.
"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-
"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"
Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).
"HOW DARE YOU"
Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-
"Y-y/n? Doll?"
"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"
You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.
"Oh baby, no-
"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"
The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.
"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.
The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.
Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.
"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.
"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.
"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"
"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.
And of course your other best friend.
"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.
Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.
He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.
On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.
"Bucky, I'm fine-
"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"
"I can still walk y'know-
"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"
When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.
After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.
Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.
Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.
Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.
Bucky's life has never been better.
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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part four❞
♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.
♡ Warnings: talk of parent death, light angst, fluff, stalking, hints to death threats
Part 5
Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au
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Despite falling asleep way earlier then you had meant to last night, you still felt exhausted. Mentally, physically— everything.
You had hoped to wake up, with all the events from yesterday being a dream. But unfortunately, you couldn’t escape the heartbreak.
Your hand itched for your phone, wanting to call your Father— to apologize. Pathetic, I know. You didn’t mean to stress him out, if that’s what you did. You didn’t mean to cause any problems, you were simply trying to spend time with him. As harmless as the act seemed, apparently it was an issue.
You were alone.
The thought brought images of your Mother to the surface, which for the most part were happy. It was the longing to have her hold you that brought on the wave of tears. You missed her so much. Her passing was so sudden— so out of nowhere. You’d give anything to see her one more time, to say goodbye this time.
“Morning Mom… I miss you.” You whispered to the ceiling, a part of you waiting for an answer you knew would never come.
You remembered the nights that you wailed to your walls, crying to the ceilings— in your desperate attempts to talk to your Mother. Even after some time, the pain didn’t fade. You knew it never would.
Although she wasn’t physically here, you hoped everyday that she was watching over you.
Your head pounded slightly from crying last night— into this morning. You quickly decided to hop into the shower, hoping that the warm water would relax your muscles, calm your racing thoughts.
Today was a good day, you would make sure of that.
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After showering, you already felt better. You felt clean— almost as if the shower had physically washed away the negativity. Well, you hoped it did just that.
Throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt, you headed downstairs. Already brainstorming ideas for breakfast, wondering what Bucky likes?
James. Where to even start.
You figured out pretty soon after meeting him that he was reserved. Kept to himself, would rather sit in the corner of the room while everyone else talked.
You giggled to yourself, thinking of him like a bear. He was a big burley man— like a bear. He could eat an entire fridge— like a bear. He was a total grump… but with that you could see the fuzzy side of him locked away— like a bear. Well, kinda.
You only noticed his fuzzy side from last night, helping you to bed— which was a little blurry amongst you being exhausted. But overall, you could tell he was being gentle with you. He could’ve easily just thrown you on the bed and called it a night, but he didn’t. He made sure you were okay— comfy.
The thought of him caring about you, even in the slightest— had your heart beating rapidly. Your stomach fluttering with sudden nerves.
Before you could finish your thought, you bumped right into a slick chest. Wait— slick?
Stepping back, your mouth hung open. Your eyes betraying you as they scanned up and down the view in front of you.
Bucky had just ended a workout it seemed, and was standing in front of you with his shirt off— exposing his thick, toned muscles. His body shined with sweat, and you could hear his slight heavy breathing.
All of a sudden you were just barely closing your legs together tight. You were only human— and the sight of him like this had your brain short circuiting.
“Sorry (Y/n).” He apologized, his voice breathy.
You took a deep breath, giving him a smile, but you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks— and you just knew you were red in the face. You looked down, pretending that the floor was suddenly interesting.
“Oh it’s f-fine!” You rushed out, stumbling over your word’s suddenly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
What was wrong with you? You see him shirtless once and suddenly you are a cat in heat— control yourself!
Bucky on the other hand noticed your colored cheeks, smirking to himself at your nervous behavior. He realized he was shirtless, but he didn’t think you’d have much of a reaction.
You snuck another look at his glowing chest, your eyes then noticing the dark metal on his left arm. You furrowed your brows in curiosity, and instinctively leaned closer to investigate.
Bucky watched your eyes lock on his arm, and he couldn’t push down the discomfort the gesture brought. It wasn’t you— no. It was the reminder that he was different, and that no matter what— people would always view him differently.
You glanced up for a second, catching the discomfort in his eyes briefly. You cleared your throat and straightened back up.
“Sorry— I didn’t mean to stare like that! I’ve just never seen something so cool.” You admitted, scratching the back of your neck.
Bucky waved it off, like it was no big deal— because it really wasn’t. For some reason he didn’t mind your curiosity.
“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed it off.
You nodded your head in understanding, but he could tell you had many questions.
“Go ahead.” He rolled his eyes, throwing his towel over his shoulder.
Your eyes sparkled and you focused back on his arm.
“Can you feel things with it?” You asked, knowing it was a dumb question— but with how high tech the arm seemed… you were genuinely curious.
“No, it’s like any prosthetic— just a metal one.” He told you, holding his arm out so you could see it better.
“Since it’s metal— is it heavy?”
“Surprisingly no.” He answered, looking down at his own arm— inspecting the gold designs.
He realized then, he never really took much time to investigate his own arm. He was shocked to notice even tinier details amongst the gold streaks.
“If you walked by a fridge— would the magnets stick onto your arm?” You asked and Bucky squinted his eyes, giving you the look.
“I don’t know— but we aren’t going to test that theory.” He huffed annoyed, although it was hard to keep the act up when he heard your light laughter float through the air.
You were holding a palm over your mouth, in attempt to quiet the giggles— but the tune leaked through the cracks of your fingers. The sweet song dancing around him.
“Sorry, sorry. That was mean! I just wanted to know.” You giggled.
Before you could think about your next move, you stepped forward and held his metal hand in yours— looking closely at the metal.
Bucky knew he couldn’t feel things with his metal prosthetic, so why was he suddenly getting this phantom tingling where his fingers should be.
“So cool.” You whispered to yourself.
Bucky fought down the smile at your reaction to something so simple. Well, simple to him.
He cleared his throat and started to pull his hand away, despite him not really wanting to.
You released it quickly, scratching the back of your neck again in embarrassment. By now, your cheeks were dusted a dark pink.
“Oh… um anyway— I was actually looking for you, trying to decide what to make for breakfast? Any ideas?” You asked him.
Bucky waved you off again.
“That’s not necessary, I had…” He only had a single cup of coffee this morning. “I had something already.”
You nodded in understanding, but felt disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to make him something. Providing him with food made you feel needed— even if it was breakfast here and there.
“Oh okay. I guess I’ll just make something for myself then. I was thinking later I could go shopping for some things, wanted to do some baking!” You announced happily.
Meanwhile, Bucky tensed up. Remembering Pierces words of advice to keep you home as much as possible. The threat to your life still looming over your head.
He’d come up with something— something to distract you from going out. Although, the sensible side of him wanted to tell you the truth. Out of everyone— you deserved to know.
“Uh, (Y/n)?” He started, not sure if he should tell you or not.
You faced him, waiting patiently with a smile.
He felt so guilty all of sudden, keeping something like that from you. But he couldn’t go against Pierce’s wishes. He was your Father— despite being an odd one that is.
“Uh… Maybe we could get to know each other better later?” It was the only thing he could think of in the moment, something that would keep you from going out.
Again, he felt the guilt seeping throughout him when he saw your eyes widen in pure joy.
“Yeah of course! I wou— that would be great!” You rushed out, completely forgetting about baking.
You wanted to unlock all his secrets, not because you wanted to pry— no. It was because he was so mysterious, his presence alone made you want to know more about him. You could also see that he was a good man, and you already trusted him. Why wouldn’t you want to know more? That was the only reason— yeah.
You sent him another smile, one that had the corner of your eyes crinkling— and you headed towards the kitchen. He couldn’t ignore the way you were almost skipping.
Yeah— he felt like shit.
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You had made and eaten breakfast, heading towards the library first thing after.
You had previously been reading lots of Thrillers— the suspense always being one of your favorites. The way you could flip the page, on the edge of your seat— anxiously awaiting what was next. There were so many books where the pages seem slightly crumpled, from the many times you were so eager reading— you squeezed the pages from excitement.
Although, things started to shift since a couple days ago. I guess, things started to shift since Bucky became your bodyguard.
It wasn’t an immediate shift— no. It was a slow change, as before— there was no tension in the air. Well, of course because you were by yourself. Now, the air seemed thick— growing thicker as each day passed. But it wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable tension, rather one the you felt drawn to.
The change had you ditching your suspense filled books— and replacing them with romance instead.
It wasn’t a genre you shied away from. In fact, you had read quite a selection of them— yet none had stuck with you.
Something in the air brought you to the romance section of the library, and you were shocked to find yourself glued to your spot— your eyes searching the rows of books.
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Bucky was checking the windows of the house when he heard the sound of faint knocking coming from the front door.
He furrowed his brows, wanting to believe that is was Steve stopping by again. But he couldn’t keep the fearful thought away— that it might be your stalker. The perimeter was guarded, making it impossible for someone unknown to approach the house. But this stalker seemed to of gotten past them already, leaving pictures and notes scattered.
His hands clenched into fists, his shoulder tense. This was another reason why he wanted you to be aware of your stalker— so you could be prepared. He wanted you to know a backup plan, know a place to hide while he took care of them. Right now, you were clueless about the threat towards you. It only caused him to be more stressed, needing to talk with Pierce immediately.
He walked to the door, glancing through the frosted glass— he didn’t see any silhouettes of anyone. Giving one last look, he opened the door and was relived to find the front porch empty.
Although, the relief was short lived. As he looked down near the mat— he found a box. It was white with red ribbon tied around it.
He felt a presence suddenly and glanced up in alert, but relaxed instantly when he saw Steve approaching.
“Hey Buck, you alright?” Steve asked, walking up the front steps.
Bucky ignored Steve’s perfect timing and assumed he had men watching the front door at all times— but if that was the case… then why hadn’t they seen who dropped this off?
“Yeah— just found this.” He pointed to the box, which Steve immediately got triggered by.
“Where did tha— Buck. When did this get here?” Steve asked, grabbing his walkie.
“Just now— I heard a knock and when I opened the door there was no one here. Just this box.” He explained, looking at the box— curious.
“Okay. I’m going to take this and get it off her property— in case it’s a bomb.” Steve told him, which had Bucky widening his eyes in concern.
“Jesus— okay. Be careful.” Bucky huffed, feeling more stressed.
Steve put his walkie away, giving Bucky a nod before grabbing the box carefully, walking it away from the house in a haste.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair, walking back in the house and securing all the locks again. A part of him wanted to know what was in the box— but another part of him was scared to find out what was inside.
His mind was cruel and had him imagining the most vile things, he hoped that whatever was inside— wasn’t what he was thinking.
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notafunkiller · 6 months
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Bucky's here
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Summary (Prompt): “Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”
Pairing: thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: <1K
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A/N: This story is based on @marvelouslizzie's prompt
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You’re not sure what’s worse: the way John talks about Bucky to you or how close his face is to yours.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I, Walker?”
“You’re with The Winter Soldier.”
You roll your eyes at his tone. You wonder what in your attitude made him think he has the right to speak like this. “Is that supposed to be an insult? At least he didn’t choose to get the super soldier serum out of weak-” You stop talking when he slaps the wall, right next to your head, keeping his hand there, probably trying to intimidate you. You flinch because of the sudden movement, but you don’t let him use this to his advantage. “You are so weak!”
“I was Captain America, you can’t say I am weak.”
“You were, yes. Past tense.” You snort, amused by his confidence, and look at his hand. “Drop it before my Winter Soldier boyfriend comes and breaks it for you.”
“He can’t do that since we got the same powers.”
You let out a laugh that echoes through the whole room. Does he really believe that?
“Is that what you tell yourself? That’s... interesting.”
“Very interesting, and I think we should test that.”
Bucky’s here! You look at the door, satisfied to see him coming toward you while taking off his gloves. What surprises you is the fact that John doesn’t move an inch as he just stares at Bucky. How delusional is this guy? Bucky was right, there’s no hope left for him.
“You can’t do anything to me, Barnes!”
“If you mean my parole, you don’t need to worry about it.” There is something about Bucky’s cynical smile that makes you feel very happy. It actually turns you on. You like his grumpiness, his sassiness, and his style.
“He thinks he’s on your level,” you remark. “Can you just,” you don’t have to finish the sentence as you wave around because you know that would be clear for him, and before John can even anticipate what is happening, he’s a few inches away from you with his hand behind his back, trying to fight Bucky’s hold. “Thank you, baby!”
“Want me to break his fingers?”
You pretend to think for a few seconds. It’d be fun, but also a waste of time, and all you want is to fuck the shit out of Bucky the moment you get home. Or maybe in the car. Or maybe in the bathroom. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be in the same room with him anymore.”
Bucky lets go quickly as he notices the neediness in your voice, but not before whispering something that you can’t quite catch, but John freezes and that is enough for you.
You smile and takes Bucky’s metal hand to you drag him out.
“You okay?” He asks concerned.
“I am perfect. You’re my hero.”
He stays completely still for a second, and you can’t help but gasp when you feel his lips on your jaw. He moves so fast.
“Your hero?”
You smile. “You’re always my hero, baby.”
“And doesn’t your hero deserve a reward?”
You look at him surprised, bringing your hand to his cheek. You wanted to touch his face all day. “Whatever you want. I can give you anything.”
He makes sure to check if there is anyone around before he grabs your ass. “A kiss.”
So innocent...
You smirk and happily get on your tip-toes to make him lean in a little less. He’s not patient at all, and the moment you press your lips on his, he immediately licks your bottom lip in order for you to get the idea and open your mouth.
As soon as he deepens the kiss, you forget where you are. It’s crazy how kissing can be so addicting and overwhelming every time. God, this man knows how to use his tongue! And his hands...
“There we go, sergeant,” you say, trying to catch your breath after breaking the kiss suddenly just to test his reaction.
He opens his eyes confused and squeezes your ass.
“Hmmm. Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”
“I’m gonna make you beg tonight, mark my words, doll!” It’s a warning you’ve been waiting for. You grab his chin, satisfied, and kiss his cheeks before dragging him to the car.
You wonder if you’re even gonna make it home.
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buckys-wintersoldier · 5 months
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"It's okay to love me."
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: Bucky has been your enemy since your first meeting but something changed after a while.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, but none
Wordcount: 1.7k
Prompt: "It's okay to love me. Please love me."
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"You are such a bitch," , you mumble and show him your middle finger. He just laughs and walks a few steps closer to you, his hand touching your shoulder, and you immediately take a step back.
"Come, doll. You love it, don't you?", he says with a wide smile, leaning closer to you. When you take another step back, your back touches the wall, and you shiver. "Aww, look how your body reacts; so perfect,", Bucky whispers, and he is suddenly just a few inches away from you.
"Shut up,", you mumble, your gaze down, and you fix the floor. Bucky uses his fingers under your chin, so you need to look up at him. His steel blue eyes are looking into yours, and you feel like he knows every thought in your head.
Bucky leans closer, and his breath brushes over the sensitive skin under your ear. You feel goosebumps all over your body. "Don't mess with me, slut,", he whispers and lets go of you. He takes a step back, and you slide down against the wall.
"I'm not a slut, James. And I fucking hate you,", you say, and try to stay as confident as possible. "I hate you too. You're nothing, just a fucking slut,", he says, laughing when he turns around and leaves the room.
You're still sitting on the floor, your back as well as your head resting against the wall. You hate him; you fucking hate him. No matter what you do, he is an ass.
"Hey, I'm Y/N,", you say and smile at the two super soldiers in the room. You're the new member of the Avengers, and you're so happy that everyone already likes you.
Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, stands up from the couch and walks closer to you. He reaches for your hand to pull you closer into a short hug. And smiles widely. "Hey, I'm Steve, and welcome to our little family,", he says, and you smile at him with a short nod.
When he walks a few steps back, he points to Bucky. "That's Bucky; he is a bit grumpy sometimes, but otherwise he is really nice,", Steve explains, but Bucky looks annoyed at the two of you. "I'm James,", the brown-haired man says, standing up before he walks to another room.
You aren't sure what his problem is, but you don't mind anymore. He is an ass, and he shows you whenever he can. With your back against the wall, you run your fingers through your hair until you hear some footsteps coming closer.
"What's up?", Steve asks when he walks into the room and looks at you. "Nothin' just the bitch of a grumpy man,", you answer, pushing yourself up to walk to the kitchen counter. Steve sighs and follows you.
You prepare a sandwich for yourself, and Steve makes three for himself. "What did he do today?", he asks, biting into his sandwich. Steve's back leans against the counter, and he looks down at you. You push yourself up and sit on the counter. "He annoyed me until I said he was a bitch. Then he said, I'm a slut.", you shrug and bite into your sandwich as well.
"And why did he annoy you? You know you aren't a slut,", he says, standing in front of you now, his head just a few inches away from yours. "He came into the room and pushed me away from the counter. And when I asked what his problem was, he said, I'm his problem.", you answer, and you feel Steve's hand on your cheek.
"You're not a problem; he is just a grumpy one sometimes," , he says, kissing your forehead. Then you hear your 'favorite' person behind Steve. "Like I said, you're a fucking slut. Seducing my best friend now?", he asks with a sarcastic laugh.
You close your eyes, and you can feel Steve turning around. "Buck, she doesn't fuck me. We are just friends,", Steve says, but you hear the laugh of James. "I would say the same when I would be ashamed that my best friend sees me with that bitch,", he adds before Steve manages to push him out of the room.
You're not sure how he managed to be that fast at the door, but you're grateful that you don't need to listen to James anymore, at least for now.
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It's one of the film nights with all of the Avengers, and you're really excited about it. Those days are your favorites, sitting on the couch with your family. Even when you need to watch horror movies, which you don't like that much, after watching them, you all sleep on the couch or floor because no one of you wants to sleep in their room then.
And James stopped the insults, not always, but often. But now he sometimes touches you, even when it's accidentally. Whenever he does, you feel a tingly feeling inside of you, but you try to avoid thinking about that too much. He is still the grumpy man, and maybe he just waits for you to come closer to make jokes about you then.
Now you're waiting for the others while you prepare some snacks. Some of them are still in a meeting, and the others help you prepare everything.
You place the bowls with the snacks on the little table in the living room and place some glasses there as well. The drinks stand around the table, and you take a seat on the couch.
Just a few moments later, you see Bucky walking into the room. His eyes are red, and he looks really exhausted while he slowly walks to the couch to sit down as well.
"Are you oke?", you mumble, and he looks at you. The first time since you knew him without the hate in his eyes. He nods, but you see that he is lying and that he isn't oke. "You don't look like that,", you whisper, and he smiles sadly.
"I don't think I deserve your pity or even your attention,", he says and turns around. "You shouldn't think like that about yourself. I don't know what your problem is with me, but that doesn't stop me from listening to you,", you say, turning your head away for a minute before you look back at him.
He clears his throat and sighs before he opens his mouth. "Those missions and my past aren't easy sometimes, but now I found a girl I really like. I mean, she will never like me that way because I wasn't nice to her,", he says, leaning his head back.
You immediately feel an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach when he says he likes a girl. It feels like jealousy, but you don't think much longer about it. You told him you would listen, so you do.
"Have you talked to her?", you ask, and it feels weird to talk about the person he likes when it could be you. You could be the one by his side, but he will never like you the way you like him. "Yes, a few times, but it wasn't a nice talk. I mean, she is beautiful and nice, but I always made the conversations shitty,", he explains, and you laugh lightly. "You're a grumpy man, but I'm sure she likes you,", you say, wanting to stand up to go into your room to change your pants into something comfortable.
But before you can walk a few steps, you feel Bucky's hand around your arm. When he touches you, you immediately feel the tingly feeling inside of you again, the warmth running through your body because of his touch.
You look at him, and you see the struggle on his face. "Do you like me?", he asks, and you blush, not sure what you want to answer, but you're sure he just asks to be sure if the one he likes could like him too.
"James, I-", you think for a moment about your next words. Do you want to tell him your true feelings or just answer his question with a 'yes'?
He looks around you, waiting for your answer, and you swallow hard. "Sorry, you don't need to answer,", he says, still holding your arm. "It's oke. I will answer that question,", you say, and look around before you look back at him, being sure you want to tell him your feelings.
"I like you; I really do. And that's the problem; you were an ass, and it makes me crazy. But when you stopped it, I missed it, because it was the time when I had at least a bit of time with you. I had the chance to inhale your scent, and it felt like home. Yes, you can laugh now, but your touches, no matter how small they are, make me feel warmth through my body and a tingly feeling,", you say while you see the small smile on his lips. "I want to love you because I love you. But you hated me, and you showed me so often,", you add, and he closes his eyes for a moment.
He looks at you a few moments later, and his smile changes into a sad one. His eyes show you all the love you have just imagined, and there is no hate in his eyes, just the love. "I'm sorry that I was the way I was. I was scared you could come closer to me, and then you would know all about me. But I love you; I always have and always will. You're the most adorable person in my life, and I just want to tell you and show you how much I love you. So it's okay to love me. Please love me,", he whispers, and you smile wide at his words.
You lean closer towards him, and he helps you sit on his lap. "I wished so much that you would love me too. I spend my nights thinking about telling you. And I love you so much, my doll,", he whispers before he presses his lips on yours, and you feel his hands roaming over your body. "I love you too, Buck,", you say against his lips. "I love that nickname,", he mumbles, and you see the wide smile on his lips, as big as the one on yours.
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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 months
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right where you left me {bucky barnes}
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plot: it's been over two years since you and bucky broke up and yet, you're still right there, right where he left you.
character: female reader x bucky barnes
inspired by right where you left me by taylor swift :)
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To the outside world, you were fine. To the outside world, you were happy. You were engaged to be married with the house, a dog and plans for a potential family in the future. To the outside world and to every single person you knew, your life was perfect.
To you, though, everything was wrong. This wasn't the way your life was meant to go. This wasn't the man you were supposed to marry. This wasn't the life you were supposed to have and your fiancé wasn't the man you wanted at all.
It was supposed to be him... it was supposed to be Bucky.
You and Bucky hadn't been together in a long time - just over two years in fact - and you had 'moved on' with your life but actually, you were still right there.
He had broken up with you in your favourite restaurant. He hadn't meant to, he had actually been planning to propose to you that night but a few weeks prior, you'd ended up getting in harm's way because he'd slipped up and got too careless and... he couldn't have that happen again. So he broke up with you, ring in his pocket and tears in his eyes.
You never understood. Everything had been going so well and then he tore it all down. You tried to get him back. You begged, pleaded, sobbed down the phone to him but he cut you off completely. He got a new number, new apartment... He thought that this would be better for you. He was wrong. The last two years of your life had been hell. No one understood. Your friends and family didn't understand how deeply you loved Bucky Barnes. They didn't get it.
"Just move on already."
"It's time you find someone new."
"He's gone, (y/n). Leave him in the past."
So, to appease them, you took their advice and you moved on. You found someone. A perfectly pleasant charming man who was a year older than you, good job, good family and he loved you. He was funny, could make you laugh quite easy and honestly, had Bucky never been in the picture, you would've fallen in love so easily with Warren but you couldn't. You acted the part and as time went on, it became easier. He loved you and you liked being loved. You craved being loved again but he just wasn't Bucky. No matter how hard you tried to forget about Bucky, you would always be right where he left you in that restaurant.
The wedding was imminent, right around the corner and every single minute of every single day, you felt like you were suffocating. You hated this. You hated feeling this way. You wished that you could just love Warren. He was nice, god he was so nice. Your family loved him, he was great to you. He had a good job, stable and secure. He bought you anything you wanted. He took real good care of you. He was a great dog dad and you knew that if there were to be kids in your future, he would be a fantastic father. He got on with your friends and had great friends himself. He was by every single standard perfect but he just wasn't who you wanted and you hated that.
A part of you resented Bucky for the hold he still had on you two years later but the majority of you would love him until the sun burned out and died. Bucky was stubborn and grumpy and cold and yet he was soft, warm, comforting, beautiful... Bucky Barnes was home and you were so unbelievably homesick.
Your trembling hands smoothed down the fabrics of your wedding dress. Everything was perfect. You looked gorgeous, the perfect dress, lovely make up, pristine hair and you couldn't stop your eyes from welling up.
"Oh, she's crying again. She's just so happy." You heard your mother say.
That wasn't it at all. You were devastated. You felt horrible. You were horrible, marrying a man you never truly loved in order to try and get over another. This wasn't how your friend was meant to go at all and you hated it.
Soon, you were ushered down the aisle, gripping onto your dad's arm for dear life before you were stood in front of Warren. He looked so handsome, hair slicked back and eyes watering with tears of joy from seeing you. He took your trembling hands, pressing kisses to each of them, "You look so beautiful."
As the wedding continued, you could feel your sadness ebb just the slightest bit. You looked to Warren, drinking him in. Maybe you could grow to love him. Maybe you could grow to feel butterflies, maybe you would be able to love him a fraction of what you loved Bucky. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe one day you'd be able to truthfully tell him 'I'm so happy'.
Then, the glass of your husband clinked as he stood up, smiling down at you, "A toast to my beautiful, wonderful wife, (y/n)." Glasses raised all around toasting the happy newly weds. You took his hand, smiling up at him as you tried to calm your racing heart. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he straightened and started to thank your guests for sharing the special day with the two of you.
You took a deep breath as you looked at all of the boxes around your new home, this was your life now. New home, new start. Warren's arms looped around you, resting on your stomach as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, "How you doing?"
You nodded with a smile, "Good, just tired."
"Happy?"
You nodded again, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Happy." Happiness wasn't an impossibility anymore. You were happy and it wasn't a lie.
This was your life. Not Bucky. Warren. Warren, this house, your dog, this family. This was your life and slowly, very slowly, you were growing more and more okay with that. You found that after the wedding, you didn't have to pretend as much to love Warren. Feelings grew and developed and it seemed more natural. The two of you had built your dream home together and now, here you were standing inside it for the first time and you were okay with that. This was your home now, Warren was your home now.
Yet after everything, when you closed your eyes, you were right back where he left you; sitting at the table of your favourite restaurant. You would always be right there where he left you, waiting. He left you no choice but to stay there forever.
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Temples To Build
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Happiness looks good on the both of you. Maybe you and Bucky could use a re-do of things.
Wordcount: 1.4k
Warnings: husband!Bucky, canon mob violence, arranged marriage, Bucky simping for his wife
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A/N: @flordeamatista i know i said this was a drabble but i got carried away. This is a part of the Mr. & Mrs. Barnes arranged marriage AU. Feedback is always appreciated. Not beta'd, enjoy~
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You’d practically written down a script for you and Bucky’s “love story” that you could tell your college friends.
Something that was different from oh yes, I got married and didn’t invite anyone because my father sold me out to this guy here-- yes, my husband-- after he failed to pay five years worth of debt. I thought he was just going to fuck me for the weekend but I found myself saying ‘I do’ while being threatened that if I don’t comply he’ll shoot my father in front of me and marry me anyways. This whole thing is just a contract but it doesn’t expire because my husband is crazy and I’m crazier for having to put up with him.
Although, if you did tell your friends that you were also sure that all of them would all get into freak accidents, Bucky’s usual clean up script. So, no. None of that and you had to play the part of the loving, doting, slightly brain dead wife to his grumpy, reticent, highly irritable husband. Your nerves would have settled better if Bucky was listening to your briefing instead of obsessing over which shirt he would wear. Why the hell was he trying hard to look presentable?
“What about this one?” He places another shirt in front of him while you rubbed moisturizer to your legs. You look up and your breath stutters as you see him just in his black boxer briefs, hair still a little wet from his shower.
“Maroon looks good on you. It matches your bloodshot eyes and your torn lip.” you tease him and Bucky responds with a sarcastic laugh, turning around to go back inside the walk in closet. “Seriously, Buck! Why did you think last night was a good idea to get into a fight? We’ve talked about this event for at least a week.”
You grab your dress off the bed and put it on, shifting it over your body until it fits you properly. You take your jewelry pieces and put them on you one by one, looking over your reflection on the mirror when Bucky emerging from the closet gets your attention. He’s dressed head to toe in black and your heart loses rhythm at the sight of him. He walks towards your boudoir as he tucks his shirt in his pants before zipping it up.
Bucky stands beside you in front of the mirror, running his hand through his hair until he’s happy with it. It’s newly cropped, a decision that you weren’t particularly fond of since you liked his long hair better. Very grabable for when things get hot or when he does something that irks you. Your husband, contractual or otherwise, picks up your engagement and wedding rings from the bowl you kept on the vanity, takes your hand and slips them in your fingers. He then lifts your hand and kisses each knuckle gently, a move that always hand you clenching your thighs together. He grabs your waist when he’s done and turns you to face the mirror.
“Now, I match you princess.” He smirks cockily at your reflections before placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll meet you downstairs. I’ve got two calls to make then we’ll go.”
You were starting to believe you had been worried for nothing. Now it looked like you were overthinking things as usual but you couldn’t help it. Bucky fit right in with your friends. He was his usual charming self, answered questions as honestly as he could regarding you, him, his business and occupation. You were even surprised that he could keep up with baseball talk since you’ve never seen him watch a game.
The whole afternoon he surprised you with his ability to do small talk. He was beginning to get quite popular with your friends’ husbands and partners. He also managed to convince your best friend that he was good to you. You sip your drink happily as you observe him from across the garden as he laughs and smiles with the husbands gang.
“Look at you, all dickmatized!” your bestfriend bumps your shoulder and catches your attention. You basically zoned out of your conversation as you oggled your own husband. You chuckle and deny it, finally finishing the drink in your hand. “Oh, come on! No use denying it, he’s obviously smitten by you as well. This whole catch a glimpse game is so cringe if you two weren’t so cute.”
“We’re not-”
“You look at him when you think he’s looking away, he’s looking at you when you’re not. I’m sorry for interrupting your time together but you can fuck each other’s brains out later when you get home.” you snort and laugh while your ears flush hot. You bestfriend suddenly hugs you and sways you side to side. When she pulls away she wipes a tear from her face.
“Why are you crying?!” you chuckle at her unusual behavior, running a comforting hand up and down her arm.
“I’m- I just- Being in love suits you. I’m so happy for you, you found your person. And I’m relieved that he seems like a good person. Is he? A good person?”
“No.” you laugh when she chokes a little at your response. You pat her shoulder and give her what you hoped was a comforting smile. “He’s good to me. Too good, if I’m being honest.”
You glance at Bucky who catches your eyes. He raises a brow in question sensing that something was off. His foot was already in your direction, ready to go to you if you needed him then. You shake your head subtly and he tilts his head with a small smile, half paying attention to the conversation he was in.
“Stop questioning yourself,” she reminds you as she grabs your hand. “There’s no such thing. If he’s good to you then accept it. Don’t ask why because you always do that. You’re worthy of love and affection. Bucky knows that and he sees that. I wish you would see it too, the way we see you.”
A response is ready at your tongue but you don’t say it. There was no use. So you hug her and order another drink. The afternoon continues and you find your way back to your husband. He pulls you into a corner and slow dances with you to a song that doesn’t match his pace. You laugh as he asks permission to go golfing with his new found friends. He kisses you when you allow him, promising to eat you out for being such a good wife to him and granting him a play date.
By the time you leave the party, you’ve taken so many photos with your friends and shared your previous life with Bucky without reservations. As you happily babble about other parties that you might attend in the future, Bucky’s thinking of re-doing your wedding, this time he wanted you to walk down the aisle happily to him. He’s imagining how much happier you’d be if your friends were there.
“Buck?” you pulls on his hand that was resting on your lap, entwining your fingers with his. He hums and kisses your hand before putting it back on your lap. “Thank you for letting me go today. I know how hard it must have been especially with the security and what not.”
He steals a glance at you from the road, holding your hand tighter in his. You didn’t have to know that he had the whole place scanned and replaced all the staff and crew with his own people just so you could have a sense of normalcy.
“Anything for you, princess.” He takes his hand from yours and cups your jaw. He smiles as he rubs his thumb on your lower lip, making you whimper audibly. “You know daddy will do anything for you, all you need is ask.”
You take his thumb and suck it inside your mouth. He responds with a low growl and shifts in his seat, a growing bulge now visible in his pants. You pull out his thumb with a pop and return to holding his hand.
“I’m not sucking your dick-”
“Oh, come on! Just the tip?”
“No! Wait till we get home. I’ll do that thing you like.” You grin at him, cat-like and menacing. Bucky’s eyes widen and he presses the gas pedal harder. You laugh when he almost runs a red light. “Keep your eyes on the road, Barnes.”
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Frosty Affection || Sick Boyfriend
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Character: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
Words Count: 820
Summary: When Bucky got sick.
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Bucky rarely got sick.
Even if he did, a team of family doctors was always ready to treat him. However, now, as a university student living alone, he had been vigilant about his health, successfully avoiding illness.
That is until the rainy season arrived, bringing a busy routine for Bucky as the Student President. Despite his trained strength, there was a limit, and he fell ill.
Thinking a good night's sleep would resolve the issue, Bucky ventured to class, his quiet demeanor concealing any signs of sickness.
However, his girlfriend, Y/N, quickly noticed something was amiss. A gentle touch to his forehead revealed a fever, prompting her to rush him to the hospital where her sister worked.
The doctor diagnosed Bucky with a sore throat and exhaustion, advising a week of rest. This marked the first time Bucky felt such weakness.
Y/N drove him back to his apartment, where his headache intensified, making it painful to open his eyes. Y/N, showing her caring side, applied a cold compress to ease his discomfort.
As Y/N prepared porridge for him, she couldn't help but recall how she had informed Bucky's mother, Elizabeth, about his illness.
Elizabeth replies, “That foolish child. He never told anyone if he got sick. Please watch over him, doctor Y/N😉.”
Y/N chuckled, seeing the message. Looking at the previous chat, both have been sending funny gifs and reels. She would probably not believe it if Bucky told her that his mother was like a tyrant in the underworld.
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Y/N fed Bucky with patience and tenderness, a skill acquired from caring for her older sister during illness.
Y/N feeds the food to Bucky. Even if he looks weak in her eyes ‘Damn, even if he is sick, he is still handsome.”
Seeing his girlfriend not being awkward taking care of him, he asked her, “Have you ever fed someone else?”
Y/N replied, "Only my sister." After their parents passed away, her older sister studied hard to become a doctor. Due to Isabel always staying up late, she frequently got sick, and it was Y/N who took care of her older sister.
Bucky shouldn't have felt jealous when he heard that, but because of his sickness, he couldn't control his facial expressions.
Y/N saw her boyfriend become grumpy. He became a cute, angry, chubby dumpling. She put both hands holding his cheeks. “You're so cute. If you're not sick, I would kiss you.”
Bucky chuckled; he rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her waist. Y/N was taken aback for a second by how Bucky was acting spoiled. But she has nothing to complain about; she loves to babysit her sick boyfriend.
Bucky thinks the same, too; it turns out being sick is not that bad.
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When Y/N got sick.
After Bucky got healthy, it was Y/N's turn to get sick. Bucky immediately takes care of his girlfriend. He felt guilty for sure; she got infected because of him.
When Bucky watches over her, there’s an uninvited guest. Surprise, surprise, it was his mother, Elizabeth, and his younger brother, Nicholas.
Elizabeth puts the food she brings into Bucky's hands and enters the apartment. “How is Y/N?”
Bucky answered, “She only needs a good sleep mother.”
Nicholas, who carries flowers, also follows his mother. He looked at Bucky with an annoyed face. His expression is the same as Bucky's. “This is for sister Y/N.”
Bucky scoffed. If only Y/N saw the true face of his younger brother. “Like I want a flower from you.”
Nicholas turned his head and ran to Y/N's bed. He had already put his adorable face on her; he showed her the flower. “Sister Y/N, get well soon.”
Y/N, lying on the bed, was happy she got visited by the adorable Nicholas and Elizabeth. She gently rubbed Nicholas's head. “Thank you.” She felt so touched. Bucky's family cares for her.
On the other hand, Bucky looks back at his mother and brother and feels funny; he’s the one who is related to them, but he feels like an outsider.
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Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince
Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)
In no world were you meant to be together, but in every universe, you were meant for each other.
A/N: I present you grumpy sunshine wrapped in enemies(ish) to lovers with Beefy Boxer/Biker Bucky.
Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.
Also, I tried to be as inclusive as possible. But my delusion couldn't be controlled I'm sorry.
Ngl this is for me more than anything.
Also, I'm thinking about making this its own universe and maybe write more of it. Tell me what you think
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You hated Bucky Barnes, and he hated you.
The two of you should have never crossed paths. Your worlds should have never met. But the wall separating you could only hold for so long.
The infamous boxer was a phenomenon in his field. Unbeatable and astute, Bucky Barnes held his reputation with pride. He was stronger than all and the smartest the game had. His jab was as numbing as the winter. His techniques were as calculated as a soldier's. Bucky Barnes was as hard as nails. A legend.
To keep up with the notoriety, it was rumoured that Barnes and his team were also a biker gang. It was never confirmed, but the black leather jacket he always had on, the long hair touching his shoulder or tidied in a low bun, the motorbike barked in front of the gym, and the intimidating sense lingering around him. It was never denied, either.
In the mornings, Bucky Barnes ran a successful gym with his two bestfriends, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. Both played occasionally, but only Bucky was the professional, so they were more his trainers. They also trained other players and armatures. They tried to gain other normal customers, but it didn't always work. With a reputation like theirs, attracting customers wasn't easy.
It was usually the same for nights, unless they had matches. Most of their fights were held on Stark's property. He ran an empire, and boxing was the dominant centre, led by the biggest champion. And Stark lets Bucky have it his way, just like he likes. As long as Bucky keeps on bringing these huge numbers into their pockets, both are happy and content.
So it was out of the nature for Bucky to have zero interest in the new restaurant that opened up right next door to the gym. They had their regularly frequented places. The bar run by Romanoff and Belova, a couple of blocks away from Stark's property, was more than enough. He didn't even bother to throw a glance at it. Even after he knew that the owner had come by and given out menus and promised them discounts if they stopped by, there was still nothing.
Until one night. Bucky got carried away in training. He had an important match coming up. He knew his opponent barely stood a chance, but Bucky enjoyed the thriller of the game. The sweat and blood that go into it He didn't remember a time when he didn't want to do this. It was like it was programmed so deeply in his brain. He was made for this.
Everyone left, one by one. Until then, it was only him. After so many hours, he finally got tired. He threw his gloves aside and went to take a shower to remove the evidence of his hard work before going back home. As he was locking the gym's door, he heard his stomach growl, reminding him that he needed food. He was starving. Before deciding to wait and order food once he got home, the big sign caught his eye. They did indeed have a restaurant right next door. He admitted he was too tired to cook or wait for delivery. He needed food, then crashed into his bed. So maybe the closest restaurant would be useful.
Once he stepped in, he felt out of place immediately. His dark clothes and huge frame made him look like a stranger compared to the light-coloured painted walls. Some had flowers, and others had stars drawn on them. There were fairy lights in some corners. The aromatic scent was everywhere. Bucky almost winced at how bright and colourful everything felt. This was an alternative universe that he didn't belong in.
"Hi, how can I help you?" An even sweeter voice rang and caught Bucky's attention, breaking him from his trance of observing the place.
He turned around to find the prettiest girl he had ever seen standing behind the counter. Your beauty caught him off guard. He never believed someone could be so beautiful before. But here you were, standing. Taking his breath away.
He recovered very quickly and moved to stand in front of the counter. With the most loving smile, you handed him the menu. He took a look at the menu and wanted to laugh out loud. Dish names were just as cheerful as the atmosphere.
Out of habit, you started explaining and recommending stuff for him. He interrupted you, putting in his order. You didn't give it much thought but took his order happily.
You apologised for the lack of waiters, as it was almost closing time and it was only you. No answer. With his blank stare, you told him he could sit wherever he wanted. Only then did he notice the empty restaurant. It was just you and him. It was that late. So he took a seat at the nearest table.
Not taking much, you returned with his order. You placed it in front of him with a big smile on your face. You knew right away who that was the minute he walked in. James Barnes. The famous boxer who trains next door You have been praying after your small visit to them that they would be regular customers. The business was doing great. But the more, the merer. Always. Lots of people warned you about the men next door. But you didn't feel like they were as bad as people made them out to be. You were always so trusting, unless shown otherwise. So you were happy that, finally, one of them stopped by.
You moved away, letting him enjoy his food. Unable to fight your nature, you started talking to him as you continued cleaning the remaining parts of the place. No answer again. He didn't even bother to look at you. Okay. Maybe he had a rough day. Not all people are used to chatting.
Bucky was one of these people. His eyes widened as you started talking to him. People were never that friendly to him. People avoided him. Nobody tried to open up a conversation with him. He didn't know how to react. And he was too tired to try. So he practiced his other specialty. Silence. But even if he wouldn't admit it, Bucky found your voice calming. So he let you talk instead of just shutting you up.
You reduced your talking to a minimum. Only little remarks there and then to avoid complete silence. The second time, you heard his voice since he walked in and asked for the check. You brought the paper to the table he occupied, keeping your smile up and telling him that he got the 'neighbour discount' as you called it. You almost heard his scoff as you left him.
You had your back to the door, so you only turned around when you heard the door close. You didn't hear his footsteps, and most definitely, you didn't hear his goodbye, goodnight, or even thank you. Now that's rude.
You returned to the table to collect the check. But you found the review note you attached to every check empty. Not a single penmark. And that was more rude. You made sure that filling out the note only took seconds. You genuinely cared to hear people's opinions so you could be better and have the restaurant grow more.
So he didn't speak to you for more than two sentences. Didn't say thank you or goodbye. Didn't fill in the note. Okay, maybe you didn't want them as customers if they were all that rude.
It turns out they weren't that rude. However, Bucky was more rude than you thought.
A couple of days after Bucky's visit, you were surprised to see Bucky with another two men. You guessed they were Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. The trio was all well-known. You doubted if Bucky was the one to recommend the restaurant. You weren't sure if he even liked the food. And you were right. He would be caught dead if he brought up the fairy world you called a restaurant. Even when it served the tastiest food he had ever had,
It was a slow day. No intense training or excessive fight preparation The three men didn't have much to do that day. So when Steve suggested trying out the restaurant, Bucky neither objected nor showed excitement.
So when they walked in, you couldn't help the feeling of surprise along with the tiny bit of happiness, hoping it would be a nicer visit this time. After preparing their orders and sending them out, you waited for a bit before you left the kitchen to greet them. Not before making sure you looked presentable.
With the small space and their loud voices, it wasn't hard to locate them. You approached them with a big smile and positive attitude.
"I wanted to make sure you were having a good time." You followed up after introducing yourself.
"The food is amazing. This burger is to die for." Steve was the first to compliment you, with Sam nodding and agreeing.
"You have one good chef." Sam added as he took another french fry into his mouth. "Send my regards to them."
"Actually, I'm also the chef." The statement caused a shocked expression to fill in their faces. They asked for details, and you briefly told them how you were the core of the small business as the owner and main chef.
The two men were polite, and they didn't seem annoyed by your chatty personality. In fact, they interacted with you and asked questions to learn more. And all they had to say were nice compliments. Except one.
"So tell me, sweetheart, what was the inspiration for the place? Was it a fairy garden or Disney's latest cartoon?" None of you were ready for the sarcastic comment Bucky threw at you.
You didn't let your smile break in the face of his sarcasm. Nor did you give much thought to the pet name. You put on a bigger smile now, looking at him.
"A bit of both." That's one thing about you: you refused to let the world change about you. You never reciprocate rudeness with rudeness.
"I can tell." Bucky was taken back by your response. He expected you to get offended, but you didn't.
"Thank you. It was my vision all along." You replied, your smile never leaving your face.
And that started your hate relationship with Bucky Barnes.
After that day, the men became regular customers. And it wasn't just the three men. Little by little, it was most of the team. First, it was just to try the good food. Then it was because they wanted to. They wouldn't admit it, but your place was like a breath of fresh air. Something so different from what they are used to. From what they are known for. From what people expected from them. And you never judged them, treated them differently, or asked about the rumours that followed them. So it was a calm change, but much needed.
But their favourite thing was yours and Bucky's constant bickering. Or more Bucky's. Nobody understood why Bucky was doing this. You never partook in his constant attempts to make fun of you. You always had a sweet response to fire back. You truly were the living embodiment of killing them with kindness.
However, he never stopped. Every time he stepped foot in the place, you claimed it was your biggest achievement. He had something rude to say. Something to annoy you with. Something to bother you. Sarcasm and jokes spilling out of him with no end whatsoever.
The number of times you wanted to punch him or snap at him right back was increasing. But you refused to give in. To let him win. He wouldn't be the one to change you. So you kept engaging with him only with gracious things to say.
Besides, you chose to think that everyone had their own battles and demons. And for sure, Bucky looked like he had lots of them. He looked rougher than most. His job made him appear invincible, but he wasn't. Nobody was. So he may drive you mad, but he deserves the gentle treatment you offered all.
Bucky had no idea why he was doing it. Why every time he saw you, he felt the urge to tease you. It wasn't like him. But he didn't fight it back.
"How are you, Tinkerbell?"
"You should buy green carpets. It will finish off the garden aesthetic."
"Here is the princess who got lost."
"The pasta was great, Barbie."
Stuff like this flew from him all the time. And not once did you get back at him. You stayed nice and polite. Your sweet self never crumbling.
There was something in you that drove him insane. Your warm eyes. Your bright smile. Your cheerful voice. Your positive mindset. Your kind heart. Your friendly nature. Your hard work. Your delicious food. Your colourful wardrobe of dresses, skirts, tops, and cardigans. He couldn't pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was all of it.
The deepest part of him knew why he was doing this. He liked you. He liked you so much. From the moment he entered your restaurant alone, the first time And the more he knew you, the more he liked you. You were special. And you were everything he wasn't. He thought if he got closer, he would be tinting you. He would bring darkness to your shine. A moral thing preventing him from speaking his truth. even thinking about it.
So he acted like a teenager. He made fun of you. In hopes of making you hate him. He convinced himself and the others that he didn't like your sunshine personality.
Until one day
It started off like any normal day. Bucky had a match coming up. So they all had something to do. The day was going fine. Up before Peter Parker, who was usually on reception duties, ran in and said there was fire in your place,
For a second, blood ran cold in Bucky's body. He heard ringing in his ears. Were you okay? He collected himself quickly, wanting to check for himself.
He threw the gloves away, almost pushing everybody out of the way to get out. And he was the first to see the chaos in the street. A firetruck was parked, and firemen were going in and out of your restaurant along with some policemen. His eyes were searching for you frantically until he spotted you.
You had some dust on your face and your white clothes. You were checking that everyone was okay and out safely. But you couldn't hide the quivering of your lips or your shaking body.
He couldn't help himself as he ran towards you. You turned as you felt someone approaching you. Without your control, your face softened, and tears blurred your sight once you noticed who it was.
"Bucky." You whispered as a way to ground yourself from all the mess that happened and is still happening.
Following his first instincts, Bucky pulled you into his chest, wrapping your trembling form in his arms and holding you so close to him. And the dam broke.
Sobs fled from you. Tears mixed with his sweat. Your fists gripped his white tank top. Your face hidden away in his chest.
You didn't know how it happened. You had been holding up well enough during it all. You had been managing the situation the best you could. However, when Bucky got here, your mind stopped working. Your mind gave up on you, letting your emotions hit you with full force, breaking down your bastion with no guarantee you would be caught.
But you were. You were braced by strong amrs, rubbing your back, laying small kisses on your hair, and whispering words of comfort in your ears. "I'm here. I'm right here." "You're okay. You're fine."
Your sobs ceased, but your body still shook against Bucky's. Tears remained to fall freely on your face. Bucky's hold was still firm but secure around you.
You only moved away from him when a policeman approached you, informing you that you were needed at the police station.
"I'm coming with you." Bucky's stern voice left no room for negotiation. It wasn't up to debate. He wasn't leaving you.
"I'll grab my stuff in a second." He turned to the policeman standing in front of you, making sure it was okay that he joined. And he got a nod of approval in return.
He left your side, walking towards the gym. He paid no attention to his friends standing by, who were puzzled by the encounter. And true to his words, he came back in seconds, his black leather jacket on, phone in hand, and wallet in hand.
He got to you, letting his hand wrap around your shoulder. The gesture was welcomed by you as you rested your head on his chest. Something about having Bucky spread calmness in you
At the police station, Bucky found out what really happened. It wasn't just fire. It was a robbery. A bunch of armed men attacked your restaurant, demanding money from you and all the people inside. As you are trying to handle the situation without panicking more, it was discovered that one of the customers was a cop, which sent the robbers into an unexpected turn. So they took all they could from the cash register and your own things before setting the kitchen on fire to run away without being caught.
Between talking with the insurance company, the bank, and watching security footage from your restaurants and the street, you spent the rest of the day in the station.
And Bucky didn't leave your side for a second of it.
He didn't leave you until you both got out of the cap in front of your apartment. And he didn't leave until he made sure you got inside safely.
Something about you being hurt sent Bucky into a spiral. Who was heartless enough to hurt such a sweet soul as you? To look at you and not want to give you everything? Bucky would never know. All he knew was that he never wanted to see you so afraid and shaken like today. To not see your smile lighting up your face. So he would do whatever it took to make sure you were always fine.
Which was why you found him by your building the first thing in the morning.
"You have lots of places to go today. Said I would join you."
And up until you were handed the keys to your restaurant brand new after the insurance company had finished the repairs, Bucky didn't leave you. He was always there. Helping you finish papers, going to the police station to identify the robbers, and buying new stuff for the restaurants. Everything. He was there for everything.
And you had to admit. It was lovely to have him. A helping hand you needed. Physically and emotionally. Someone to share this unfortunate journey with. And Bucky didn't bother it for a bit. And you appreciated having him.
So, it only felt right for him to be your first order after the reopening.
The truth was, you never hated Bucky, no matter how much you tried. His huge form, his steel blue eyes, his signature stare, his playful smirk. They all made you feel something. He made you feel something you couldn't quite understand. But it was a pleasant something. He annoyed you so much, but you never took it too seriously. Maybe he hated you, but you didn't.
Now, you didn't need him. You were ready to carry on with your life. He didn't know how to get back to normal. He couldn't. He couldn't pretend you didn't make his heart beat faster. You made his days better. But he was so unworthy of you. And he knew you could never look at him. Maybe you hated him, but he didn't.
He tried to get back to his life. Only training and matches. Only visiting your place with the others who quickly figured out what was happening. He needed to get you out of his mind. That lasted for two days.
When Bucky was closing the gym, he heard something coming from your restaurant. With a frown, he moved to see you still inside. He looked at his watch to check the time again. It was indeed late.
"What are you doing?" He didn't bother with greetings as he entered.
"Hi, Bucky." Your cheerful voice rang through the empty place.
"What are you doing?" He repeated his question, looking at the paper in front of you.
"I'm sending out advertisements and deal offerings to different places." You answered him with a smile.
"Sweetheart, do you know what time it's?" Bucky signed as he looked at you, looking clueless.
"C'mon, let's get you home." He moved towards you, taking the papers out of your hand and putting them down without messing them.
"But I have a lot to do." You tried to protest as he gathered your stuff and helped you out.
"It will still be here in the morning." And he was having none of it.
"I need to get the business going." You added.
"You can do that in the morning, too." Bucky led you out of the restaurant in spite of your complaining.
He took the key from your hand and handed it back to you after he closed up. You expected him to move away, but he didn't.
"How are you going to get home?" He hoped you wouldn't give him the answer he had in mind.
"It's not very far. I was going to walk." And it was it.
Do you not care about your safety, or do you think you are James Bond?
Bucky had to bite his tongue and not scold you right on the spot. He knew you were stressed about the business, so he didn't want to add more.
"Great. I was going somewhere there, too. Let me walk."
"You were?" You questioned him, not believing him, but he nodded quickly.
As a matter of fact, Bucky didn't have anywhere to go other than collapsing on his bed. But over his dead body were you going to walk back home alone in this hour
"Lead the way, princess." The return of the name, but a smile on your face. He may mean it as an insult. You didn't care. It sounded good coming from him.
And the two of you walked.
And somehow, without planning, it became a routine.
Bucky would finish at the gym and come straight to the restaurant. It didn't matter whether it was late or not. He would get in and wait till you were done with the day. Then he would walk you home. Sometimes, he would help with stuff, but most times, you would make him sit down and bring him tonnes of food you prepared just for him.
"You train so hard. Don't want to burn these muscles. Eat and rest."
You weren't stupid. You knew he had nothing to do with where you were living. Yet he still chose to go out of his way, walk you home, and wait until you got in. He was taking care of you. So you wanted to take care of him too.
It felt strange to Bucky. Nobody made sure if he was eating well enough, drinking enough water, and resting enough. Nobody ever did. Everybody treated him like he was a machine. Like he He needed nothing.
Then there you were. Feeding him with delicious food. Letting him relax. Laughing at his jokes. Your hands grazing softly. It was all foreign to him, but very welcome. And he was getting attached. He knew it. How could he not?
He had the sweetest and most loving person on the planet, showing him attention and care.
Bucky counted the minutes until he could be with you. Until he could walk you home, it would be just the two of you. You did most of the talking, telling him about your day or an interesting story you heard. He would tell you briefly about his day.
He loved listening to you. Every detail you shared with him. You were the first in his life to be carefree around him other than his family. You didn't let his stiff demeanour affect your friendly one.
The extra time he spent back to his place from yours didn't bother him in the slightest. He found it reassuring that he knew for sure you were safe at home. It was all worth it.
Every single one of Bucky's friends knew what was happening from the moment he asked to postpone a match to go somewhere with you when you're repairing the restaurant. And it became so clear when he stopped hanging out at Natasha's bar after matches, claiming he was tired. But, in truth, he only wanted to be with you. And the days he knew he couldn't turn it down, especially after a grand victory, he would be glued to his phone until you texted him that you were home. Then he may start celebrating.
Bucky almost punched Steve in the face when he brought up inviting you to one of the matches, or at least to hang out with the whole team at Natasha's bar. Bucky wanted you nowhere near this world. He couldn't imagine you watching him while he was fighting. You would never look at him again. Yes, you were kind, but in the ring, he was a beast. You didn't deserve to see how bad he could be.
That's why he never acted on his feelings for you. He knew he was falling for you. He knew from the start. But you deserved better. So much better.
Your radiant nature had no place near him.
He even tried to stop seeing you, feeling guilty for ever getting close to you. But he failed miserably. You gave him something nobody did. A light in the darkness.
So he bottled it and felt grateful that you even let him be your friend. Or whatever you were.
Before a fact came crushing. You were single.
The days following matches were usually very slow. So he left earlier than usual just to come and wait for you. As long as you wanted. He had a bandage on his forehead and a compression bandage around his hand.
Sometimes you forget what his job was. Until he shows up bruised and bandaged like this. You knew he was strong enough to handle himself. He was the best in the game. But you couldn't help the twinge of your heart at the thought of him hurt.
So you prepared extra food and drinks for him. Once it was evening, you kept your best table for him. You even brought the air freshener with the scent; he commented once that he liked it. Everything to help him relax.
You kept telling yourself you were only doing this because he liked to help everyone. But you knew it was very different. He was very different.
So when he stepped in, your big smile got bigger.
You tried to come and talk with him whenever you could, but it was a busy day. He had no problem. He enjoyed watching you work. You were so dedicated and smart. He wanted you to be the most successful chef and owner in the world.
But maybe he shouldn't have been watching. He should have paid attention to anything else. So he wouldn't have seen the man who had been flirting with you since he walked in.
It was taking everything in Bucky to not get up and throw the guy away. But he heard it. Your answer to his question "Yes, I'm single." And he was reminded of the cruelty of the world. You weren't his. He shouldn't be jealous. He shouldn't have been biting the inside of his mouth when the guy tried to touch your hand as you handed him his bill.
And he most definitely shouldn't be feeling like crying and burning down the world when the guy asked you out and left his number.
Wasn't that what he wanted? For you to have better than him. To have someone who wasn't surrounded by blood and pain. Someone who wouldn't defile your glimmer That guy looked decent enough. Maybe that was your chance to find love.
However, he wanted to tear that paper to pieces. He wanted to punch the guy for asking his girl. But you weren't his girl.
Bucky was conflicted by his emotions. He didn't know what to feel or how to think. So he did the thing he was the best at. He stayed silent.
You noticed right away the change in his mood. He wasn't the most talkative person, but this silence was different. He looked like he was somewhere else. Somewhere, that wasn't so nice.
"Are you sure that you are fine?" You asked as you came to a stop in front of your building.
You only got a nod as an answer.
"You know you can tell me anything. I'm always going to be here."
Your words finally made him look at you after you left the restaurant.
"You are?" His hesitant tone made you frown.
"Of course." You answered very quickly.
"Are you going to go out with this guy?" It was quiet; you almost missed it, but you didn't.
Bucky didn't know what happened. He promised himself he wouldn't bring it up. It had nothing to do with him. But he couldn't. It fell from him.
"Do you want me to?" Your reply was something he didn't expect at all.
You couldn't say you weren't disappointed when Bucky did nothing when the guy started flirting with you. You didn't know what you wanted him to do. But you wanted him to do something.
Instinctively, Bucky moved closer to you, standing right in front of you.
"No, I don't want to."
"Tell me why I shouldn't go out with him."
The space between the two of you was almost nonexistent. You were so close to each other. His blue eyes piercing into yours. His eyes were filled with something so warm that you couldn't quite figure it out.
Bucky didn't know how to answer your question. Why didn't he want you to go out with the guy? Well, he didn't want you to go out with any guy. So he threw caution to the wind and followed his heart.
You almost tripped, but his hands on your waist steadied you. The feeling of his lips on yours was something out of the world. His lips were a bit bruised, but they were soft. It was all so good that your mind stopped working.
Bucky was about to pull away and apologise profoundly when you didn't kiss him back. As he was about to move, your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissing him.
The kiss was gentle, and it was filled with emotions. Loving ones. It sent electricity through your bodies. It spread warmth all over you.
Your need for oxygen made you break the kiss, hands still around each other, eyes only looking at each other.
"I thought you hated me."
"Never did. Not for a second, princess."
Bucky's lips smashed against yours once again. And it was like every piece was falling into its place. The puzzle was completed. The rainbow after the rain
You were the shining star in Bucky's dark sky. He may not deserve you, but he was going to do everything in his power to get you to shine more.
Because you were made for each other.
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lanabuckybarnes · 15 days
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Tha gaol agam ort.
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This was originally a drabble, now it’s probably a mediocre one shot but the words kept coming and my fingers kept typing.
I just wanted an excuse to boast that I’m Scottish lol. I hope you enjoy. There should be a rough translation with every word or phrase but if I’ve missed any let me know!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Scottish! Female reader
Trigger Warnings: Swearing is all! Unless you count the use of Y/N as one. Also I call Scots a dialect once, please don’t come for me my people.
Word Count: 1.9k (oh my god it’s over 1000 words!!!)
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When Bucky had first met Y/N, he had no clue what she was saying but the confusing phrases and silly placement of random words she intrigued him. Originally just her speech had him interested but it wouldn’t stay like that.
It was only after 4 months of getting to know her, speaking to her almost everyday, whether she was happy, sad or drunk until Bucky had been confident enough to say he understood what she was saying. Most of the time.
The others though, they hadn’t a clue.
It was winter, the temperature dropping rapidly each day. The crime didn’t stop. Bucky and Y/N had The others though, they hadn’t a clue. just finished their patrol, thoughourly soaked to the bone from the unrelenting rain.
The doors to the elevator opened on the communial floor, Y/N popping out first with a grumpy Bucky, looking akin to a soggy cat following behind.
“Fuck me it’s baltic out there like” the thick accent boomed across the living area, the others looked at her in confusion. Bucky gazed at their bewildered faces, sighing.
“She said it’s cold”. At the translation they all gave a variation of agreement, they were thankfully Bucky had spent a lot of time around her. They needed a translator, and he needed a girlfriend.
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Lover boy. Sam had started calling him around HQ and it stuck, much to Bucky’s bemusement and confusion. He didn’t see the heart eyes he’d gaze at Y/N with, after all. ‘They were just too lazy to learn’, he said to himself, pummeling shot after shot into the thick punching bag.
“Careful lover boy, you’ll knock the stuffing out of it” Sam quipped, entering the gym, his skipping ropes hung loosely over his shoulder.
“Lover boy” Bucky repeated lowly whilst sending a vicious right hook into the leather, he was thinking of Sam’s face. The nickname tasted disgustingly bitter on his tongue, Sam just laughed.
‘Lover boy? What the hell kind of name was Lover boy anyways?’ A deep scowl settling itself onto his features as he thought. He almost didn’t hear the gym door squeak open again.
“Ooft, don’t look in the fridge you’ll turn the milk sour” She giggled at her own joke. ‘Very funny Y/N’ Bucky mused in his head. His scowl worsened, if it was even possible but he failed to repress the small blush at the sound of her chuckles.
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Bucky had been stuck on those words all day. The the nickname never failed to leave his head after any one of the group called him it, the foul mood it brought following it as well. The only person Bucky hadn’t chewed the head off of was Y/N. Which the others weren’t particularly surprised about.
Watching a grown man shovel cereal into his mouth was probably the most interesting thing Y/N had ever seen, sorcerers and aliens be damned. The conversation she was having with Nat and Sam fading in and out of her mind in favour of watching Bucky chew violently, throughly slaughtering the wheat O’s.
“What do you think?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips. She’d caught her staring at Bucky, again.
“Huh?”
“About love, Sam thinks that everyone has a soulmate but I’m not so sure. What say you?” Nat clarified, leaning forward on her chair.
“Well my granny used to say, ‘What’s fur ye, will no go by ye’ so I suppose that’s my stance” She smiled at Nat who’s jaw had dropped in utter confusion.
“Hey lover boy, translate that” Sam shouted over to Bucky, his icy gaze turned in the direction of the trio. Allowing himself to linger a little too long on Y/N’s soft features.
“Hey!” Clicking his fingers at Bucky, Sam directed his attention back to the conversation.
“She said what’s for you won’t go by you. It means if you are bound to get something you will get it”. His features turned almost deadly “and click your fingers in my face again and you’ll get what’s coming for you”
“Ok, ok. Keep the heid” (calm down) she interjected, her small hand coming up to rest on the metal of Bucky’s shoulder , her soft fingers grazing over the sensitive skin at the edge. Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have caused his heart to flutter in the way it did.
As soon as Y/N had disappeared, Nat following behind, Bucky cornered Sam in the kitchen.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” He questioned. Sam picked up on the threatening tone laced through his voice.
“Calling you what man?” He chuckled back, trying to act innocent but he crumbled, laughing at the tension.
“Lover boy.”
The sound of Bucky’s angry voice saying those words had Sam buckled in two. He laughed hard, his palm slapping against his thigh as he propped himself up with the other.
“You don’t think we haven’t seen those looks, for a grumpy old man you sure do give her the heart eyes” Sam spoke once his fit of giggles subsided.
“Banner ‘hypothosised’ you were falling in love the first time you translated for her. Not a single person in this building knows what she’s saying except you, it’s not friendship that’s making you want to learn”
Bucky’s faced was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment at being caught out? he had no clue. Probably from both.
“Steve is the least laziest man I know and even he couldn’t learn, he tried many times” Sam explained. Bucky remebered the few occasions Steve had grabbed him by the shoulder or wrist, asking what the misspelled phrases or words in his little red book had meant, phrases you’d said to him that flew over his head. Sam was right.
“Steve also had 10$ on you having a crush on her” Sam let slip, tucking in his lips as soon as the words escaped.
“You’re taking bets on me!” He hissed
“Come on man, how could we not. It was Tony’s idea” Sam was trying to save his own ass by pushing others under the bus.
“I cannot believe you” Bucky snapped before turning on his heel, he’d deal with Sam later. Right now he had to relax. His feet moved on their own, seeking out a familiar room.
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Her door rattled, its hinges threatening to break if they were shuddered any longer.
“Alright keep your hair on I’m coming” she exclaimed, rushing from the bathroom with a pale green facial mask painted on her face.
“Bucky! w-what are you doing here?” She asked, embarrassment filling her body at the thought of her appearance.
He didn’t say a word, pushing past her and flopping down on her bed in a way a huffy toddler would flop to the floor if they didn’t get their own way.
“Ok then” she mumbled to herself, taking a seat next to his sprawled out body.
“Who shat in your cereal?” A normal thing for her to say, he knew she was only asking what was up. Even if her tone was a little mocking.
“Sam”.
“Oh how did I guess?” Laughing at her own words as she lay back beside Bucky, her head unintentionally resting against his inner arm.
He thought of moving, thought of whipping his arm to his side but the soft hair slightly tickling his flesh was grounding him. Allowing the anger to dissipate from his body.
“You know they keep calling me lover boy” He stated. ‘Lover boy?’ She thought. ‘Why lover boy?’.
“Why lover boy?” She asked, the question mimicking his thoughts from earlier.
“Well that’s what I asked Sam. I didn’t like his answer, not that it was much of an answer” Bucky responded, although Sam had told him bluntly he didn’t feel comfortable enough to repeat it to her.
He turned his head to watch her soft features try to determine the answer of her own question, she hadn’t even noticed his sapphire eyes watching her. With those same heart eyes that Sam had mentioned.
Gazing lovingly into the side of her head. His pupils dilated, watching every twitch of her brows, every time her eyelashes brushed against her cheek as she blinked. Every time her pink tongue peeked out to wet her plush lips.
Oh my god! Sam was right. He hadn’t just learned her dialect because of genuine interest in the meaning, but because of his interest in her.
He pulled his body up suddenly, her head flopping against the bed causing her to squeak in surprise.
“Gonnae no dae that!” (Don’t do that!) She yelped in surprise, the accent coming through thicker than ever but Bucky was far too focused on his own thoughts.
“Bucky?” She sat up as well, leaning forward almost comically to catch a glance of his frustration streaked face.
“Are you alright?” ‘Fuck that accent was distracting’ he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up, he didn’t want to lose Y/N as a friend but the longer the feelings festered the worse they got felt to keep hidden.
“No. I can’t do this anymore Y/N, I can’t be around you everyday, I can’t watch movies together, I can’t drink with you anymore. I can’t do anything with you anymore. Not until I’ve said what I have to say” Bucky exclaimed. He was sure he sounded angry to her but after all the pent up frustration as a result of having to keep himself from smashing his lips against hers had built up to its boiling point, he was hoping she’d understand.
“What the hell is going on?” She sounded crestfallen, the words breaking her heart. Had she said or done something wrong? Offended him in some way?
“I have spent too much time together with you, as friends. I can’t keep denying my feelings anymore, it’s hurting me physically to hold myself back. I’m borderline insane because I have to contain my thoughts of you” He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but her wide eyes.
“I love you, I have done so for a while. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I mean I’m a horrible person. The things I did as the Winter Soldier to you, to everyone I’m surprised you even consider me a frie-“
He didn’t get the chance to finish his rant before she’d pulled him towards her. Stealing his lips away from his words selfishly.
The realisation of what exactly was going on clicked, he acted quickly, pulling her close. Almost too close to his own large frame. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling of her long nails scratching his scalp lightly.
His tongue poked against her mouth, fighting for dominance against her own when she let him in.
He’d never imagined he’d feel a kiss like this, not ever again but here it was. If he could’ve, he would’ve died of asphyxiation right then and there. She pulled away first, her breath heavy against his swollen mouth and reddened face.
“You’re an eejit” (idiot) She beamed, pecking his lips again.
“Tha gaol agam ort” she whispered, as if anything louder would scare him and his thoughts of her away.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew a lot of phrases but this one had him stumped. She noticed the confusion in his features.
“It means I love you” she explained, tucking a loose strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear.
“I love you too” he replied, mustering up all the passion he felt for her and squeezing it into those few words. Her eyes widened slightly, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. She tried covering her mouth but he pulled her hand away.
“What? What is it?” He smiled as well. Her giggles setting off bubbling fireworks in his abdomen.
“You have my face mask all over you”
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Ahhh, im actually proud of this. Even if it was a little selfish of me to write one with this topic.
AND it’s over 1000 words which is a big deal considering I can’t seem to stay focused for 2 minutes. I can’t wait to never write something as good as this again lol
I hope you enjoy x
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way2geeky · 1 year
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Admired Grumpy Bucky X sunshine reader
Warning - Fluff
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It was no secret around the compound that Bucky Barnes was grumpy. Not necessarily angry or mad just grumpy. He was just one of those people that expected disappointment knowing if he did, he will never be disappointed. He has been here for three months, and the avengers decided that he needs lighten up. Not in a mean way of course it's just they want their friend to be happy.
Steve, Sam, Nat, Bruce, and Tony were all sitting in the kitchen just chatting eating a nice breakfast before there day starts. When Bucky grudgingly shuffles in a signature scowl plastered on his face. "Hey Buck, you want to join." Steve immediately asks in a chipper tone. Bucky looks at him and tries to give him a smile, but it kind of comes put as a disgust kind of look. So instead, he just briefly nods and sits down, not looking anyone in the eye.
As they all keep chatting, they hear humming coming from down the hall and coming closer. "Mm hungry eyes.... I look at you and I can't disguise." They didn't even need to know who it was. They all knew it was Y/n walking down the hall singing a tune like always. Y/n was the polar opposite of Bucky she was happy, and always positive. She went through troubles with hydra to, but she was an experiment. a mutant that they created.
Bucky always admired her. He admired her beauty her loving nature. Well to be fair anything that had to do with Y/n he admired. As she got her smoothie together singing a 'hungry eye' dancing a little as she got the ingredients around. Just living in her own world. That was Y/n she lived in her imagination.
The team stopped what they were saying and watched Bucky. He had a smile on his face watching Y/n. Bucky was smiling, actually smiling. At Y/n! Bucky watched her so intently the way her hair got into her face as she danced. watched as her smile etched to the corners of her face. watched as the creases of the edge of her eyes crinkled. Watched as small giggles erupted whenever she messed up the words.
Y/n turned around to meet with the group and locked eyes with Bucky. "Hi, Buck how are you" She asked hopefully that he was having a good day. Y/n got upset when she saw Bucky having a bad time. All she wanted to do was make him happy. "I'm better now doll, how are you?" The team watched in wonder as Y/s's smile got bigger.
"I am doing fantastic thank you for asking." Y/n turned to leave before she turned back around locking eyes back with Bucky. "Oh, and before I forget I got you a new book I think you might enjoy. It's from J.R.R Tolkien so I thought you would enjoy it." Bucky heart melted; butterflies flew in his stomach. 'Sounds great doll, I'll pick it up after breakfast if that's ok." She nodded excitedly and walked out not before she shouted bye to everyone.
"What was that?" Nat asked smirking, Bucky face scrunched in confusion, "What?" "You just turned to mush whenever pooh bear over there walked in." Tony deadpanned, "so?" They were all taken back at this. I mean anyone would you don't just admit when you turn to mush at the sight of someone right? "Do you have feelings for Y/n? Steve asked putting a hand on Bucky's shoulder "Of course I do I'm not exactly hiding it."
Silence filled the air then a string of 'asks her out's' came up. Bucky just shook his head cleaning off his plate and about to leave to go read with Y/n when Sam stopped him. With a hand on Bucky's shoulder Sam came close and said, "If you hurt that little sun ray I swear to God, I will kill you." he deadpanned Bucky then turned serious. Hurt Y/n it was laughable. "Never"
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espinosaurusrexex · 8 months
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Worlds Collide
a collection of works - all taking place within the same universe
BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader apocalypse au
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summary: The world is ending. And there are two types of people: The ones that embrace the last pieces of happiness left, and the ones that just don’t bother anymore. When those two clash, there’s no way of knowing what will happen. But maybe, some hopes and dreams aren’t so different after all and the both of them get a chance at becoming more than just acquaintances.
a/n: I had this idea a while ago (in case you don’t remember) but I struggled to make it one coherent story. So here is this instead: a collection of drabbles, one-shots, etc. that can all be read individually. I have some plans and I will gradually be adding little bits and pieces. But please feel free to share your own ideas - I’d be happy to incorporate them :)
warnings (so far): grumpy/sunshine trope, swearing, general death and danger, descriptions of apocalypse, monsters, fluff, a little angst
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Playlist (also open for suggestions)
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The Trap - introduction
You and Bucky meet under rather… unconventional circumstances
Acid Fog
Much to Bucky’s dismay, you and him are trapped in his hideaway for several hours
Sam, who?
Oh, look who’s joining the chaotic duo
In Another World
After a particularly gruesome attack, you encourage Bucky to dream a little
A Tiny Adventurer
Apline decides to visit a friend
The Artist
Bucky finds out how you spend your time
more to come…
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literaryavenger · 3 months
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Meet the Guardians of the Galaxy - part 2
Summary: The Avengers of the Galaxy continue to bond.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader
Warnings: No use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mentions of sex.
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: I was trying something and this came out. I hope you like it, lol.
Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy
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It’s been a couple of days since the Guardians of the Galaxy landed on the Avengers compound’s lawn, Thor was still nowhere to be seen but you all seemed to be getting along just fine, going as far as having girls and boys night last night. The guys showed Drax, Quill and Rocket how they like to spend a night of testosterone fueled competition while playing video games in the common room, eating junk food and drinking, while you and the girls showed Gamora, Nebula and Mantis how you like to relax having a night of spa treatments, drinking wine and eating anything you wanted, gossiping and essentially making fun of the boys’ attitudes the guys had. Groot started the night with the guys but apparently they started getting too rough and loud for his liking so he came to your room where all the girls were and enjoyed the rest of the night watching sappy movies and getting beauty treatments with you. You couldn’t resist taking a picture when he wrapped himself with a napkin, rubbing some of the mud mask all over his face sloppily to look like you guys all wearing robes, making you all laugh and coo at how adorable he looked. Everybody had a late night, barely getting any sleep, but having a lot of fun.
Now you’re all in the common room nursing various degrees of hangovers that even Bucky and Steve couldn’t escape after Tony pulled out Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead.
-All I’m saying is, aliens don’t seem to have too much regard for lawn maintenance- Tony said, making you all groan.You were all tired of hearing him bitch about the lawn and you were definitely much too sleep deprived for it at the moment.
-Tony, I love you, but I really need you to shut the fuck up- Steve mumbled, not being used to hangovers, making us all gasp in surprise.
-Language, Rogers!- you said and he groaned, throwing his head back while the rest of you laughed.
-Are you ever gonna drop that, Mrs Barnes?- you rolled your eyes, you and Bucky were nowhere near marriage but the blonde super soldier always has the time of his life teasing you about it.
-Aww, are you mad that I stole your boyfriend?- you fake pout at him.
-You know, Bucky and I were very happy before you came along- He fake glared at you, the rest of the team enjoying the banter they were used to at this point.
-I missed the part where that’s my problem, Captain Dumbass- You say smirking, but before Steve could answer Quill cut in.
-Wow, she’s kind of awful when she’s hungover- you glare at him while everyone else laughs.
-She’s kind of awful when she’s not hungover, she’s just pretending for your benefit- Steve comments.
-You know what, Rogers?- Clint interrupted you before you could threaten Steve.
-Oh c’mon you know he’s right. Bucky for sure rubbed some of his grumpiness on you- you know they’re right so what’s the point in trying, you shrug ready to change the subject when Natasha chooses to contribute to the conversation.
-He definitely rubbed something on her- you almost choke on air.
-Natasha- you hiss, struggling to keep your own face straight while all the girls start giggling.
-What? I didn’t say anything…- she says innocently and you can’t keep the laughter in anymore so you join them. The guys all look at you like you’re crazy except for Tony, the genius playboy is definitely not as innocent as the rest of them.
-I don’t understand what’s going on- Peter says and the other guys nod in agreement. You don’t exactly know how to explain it, not really wanting to discuss anything close to your sex life with Bucky with the whole group, so you look to the girls for help.
-It appears that terran women have rituals of honesty during their “girls nights”- Gamora offers, but it only leaves the guys even more confused, so Wanda takes it upon herself to say a simpler explanation  -Girls talk about everything. Everything.-
Slowly all the guys come to understand what she means, various degrees of embarrassment on their faces, while you and the girls laugh at their reactions.
-Wait, everything everything?- Tony questions, looking directly at Pepper.
-Every. Single. Thing.- she said, maintaining eye contact, and the rest of you couldn’t stop snickering at the guys’ dumbfounded faces.
While the guys continue their questioning to the other girls, Bucky leans in and whispers in your ear -so you’ve been telling the girls about our sex life, doll? I might have to punish you for that- he can tell you’re trying hard to keep a straight face as you refuse to turn around to face him so he kept teasing you -and you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?- your eyes widened a bit before your expression went back to neutral, but you were betrayed by the intense red your cheeks were turning, which did not go unnoticed.
-What’s wrong with you, why is your face all red?- Rocket almost yelled, bringing the whole room’s attention to you, making you blush even more, giggling when Groot climbed on your shoulder to examine your cheek more closely.
-It’s nothing- you try to sound casual.
-And what’s wrong with you?- Rocket says and you hear Steve groaning before he answers, carefully choosing his words and addressing you and Bucky directly -Just so you know, I can hear Bucky whispering…- your eyes snap up to him and you can see his face is turning red too, ever the innocent one and never ready to hear his best friend's dirty talk. You look at Bucky who looks more amused at the situation than embarrassed and you let out a groan of your own before gettin up, Groot still on your shoulder.
-Where are you going, baby?- Bucky says, stopping the others’ questioning of Steve about what he heard, all of them confused and amused, their attention back on you.
-I need some more coffee. And a bath in holy water.- you add looking at the girls, all of them knowing how dirty Bucky’s mouth can get, then you make your way to the kitchen.
-I’ll go make sure she’s alright- Bucky gets up and follows you, leaving the guys to try and make the girls let them in on the joke.
You put Groot down on the counter while starting the coffee machine and  while you wait he makes you laugh by running around trying to catch a fly while making the most adorable little screams of battle. You feel two hands wrap around your waist and Bucky’s head on your shoulder.
-You know Steve’s gonna think we’re fucking in the kitchen, right?- you say without looking away from Groot, making Bucky laugh.
-I just wanted to check on you- he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck.
-I’m okay- you kiss him on the lips -Steve may be traumatized now, though- this time you laugh with him.
-Do you really tell the girls everything?- he asks when your laughter dies down.
-I do, they’re my best friends. Also the world should know you fuck me hard and good- he smirks and is about to kiss you again when you hear someone clear their throat from the door. You both turn towards the sound and see Steve standing there, face getting redder than Tony’s suit. -Oh you gotta be kidding me- you groan once more, hiding your face in Bucky’s chest while he smirks at Steve.
-I just wanted some water, but I’ll come back later- Steve says and starts to turn away, but turns back around and says -Bravo, Buc-
-No, out!- you cut him out while pointing at him then the door and he goes through it laughing. You look back up at Bucky and the cheeky idiot is laughing too, you try to glare at him but can’t keep a straight face, especially when a little yell suddenly reminds you that Groot is there with you and you turn around just in time to see him jump down the counter, his little hands over what you assume are his ears, running back into the living room while screaming his little heart out. Yep, looks like Steve is not the only innocent baby you and Bucky traumatized today.
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Awake My Soul • Epilogue
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: 4.7k
Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of needles, shots, syringes, blood, stitches. I think that's it???
A/N: Welp :,) We finally made it to the end!!! It was a fucking year ago that I first had the idea to write a zombie apocalypse enemies to lovers fic...and I cannot believe it's finished. Thank you everyone for the MONTHS (I posted the first chapter freaking six months ago this Thursday) of love, patience, and support while writing this fic. It was a beast, but I would go through all of the hard moments again to experience the amazing reactions and kind words you shared with me. A million thank yous and I love yous <3 Oh and thanks for letting me talk about Twilight a fucking LOT.
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“‘Don’t turn her into a squirrel. I can’t bear to watch it.’ Claudia grasped Lucinda’s wrist.”
The children giggled, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the ground in front of you.
“‘You can’t know squirrels lead charming, contented lives. I’m sure she prefers to be a human maiden.’”
“A squirrel!, Ella thought. I had to keep her from making a squirrel of me.”
More laughter. You moved your eyes to the chair next to yours, where a giggling child sat, attention totally on you as Shuri took hold of their arm, syringe in hand. 
You kept reading, maintaining the child’s attention on the story while Shuri injected the purple serum. They only winced a tiny bit, but continued laughing as Ella tried to convince Lucinda not to turn her into a squirrel.
Once the child was all set, Shuri dismissed them to go back to their seat, and the boy sitting next to them got up for their turn.
He looked a lot more nervous, hands trembling as they sat in the chair, biting his lip to keep it from quivering.
You took his hand, pausing your spot in the book to meet his gaze to give them a quick wink and reassuring smile.
He smiled back, squeezing your hand.
With that, you kept reading, and before he knew it, he was returning to his seat.
“Alright,” Shuri said a few children later, clapping her hands together. “That’s everyone. Can we all give Miss Y/n a mighty thank you for reading to you all?”
The kids grumbled out thank you’s and Shuri scoffed. “That was so lame, guys!”
“Can she keep reading?” one of the kids begged. “We wanna know if Lucinda breaks Ella’s curse!”
They all erupted in cheers, and you laughed. Shuri looked over at you with a shrug.
You held the book up. “I’m happy to keep going if you all are.”
They cheered some more, and you continued on for the next hour.
At one point, you looked up to the back of the outdoor space to see Bucky leaning against a tree, arms crossed in front of him, a small, content smile on his face.
As your eyes met, he scrunched his nose at you, smile widening, and you felt the same butterflies form in your stomach as you had when you first met him a year ago.
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The morning after your grossly romantic Twilight date, you and Bucky headed over to the lab to meet with Bruce, where he and Peter proposed their crazy idea to you.
To pass on the cure to as many camps as you could.
When the bite mark on Bucky’s neck proved that the serum Bruce had created work, the scientists got straight to work on the next phase of the project: mass distribution. To turn the serum into something that could be administered to any and everyone, so that you could finally be rid of this world-ending virus.
That morning in the lab, Bruce opened up a metal briefcase containing what had to have been hundreds of small vials of purple liquid, a glimmer in his eyes that could only be described as hopeful.
“We could send you out to a couple of camps at a time. You’d get to know their leaders, make them feel comfortable and help show them that what we’ve created works. They could even help spread the word, distribute it to more people. There’s the potential to have everyone cured within the next five years.”
Five years. The same amount of time you had been in this mess in order to fix it.
What would the world even look like in five years? Would it be something worth fighting for, or would it be a lost, desolate place?
You looked up at Bucky by your side, squeezing his hand to get his gaze to meet yours.
When you saw the expression on his face, one a perfect mixture of skepticism and hope, you knew your answer.
Even if the world wasn’t worth fighting for, Bucky was. Your Shield family was.
So with a shrug, you looked back at Bruce.
“When do we start, Doc?”
It started off with Asgard, the home of Thor and Loki, two brothers who had met their untimely end shortly after you and Bucky met them.
You, Bucky, Steve, Bruce, Yelena and Kate set out a few days after developing a plan of execution.
Their leader, Valkyrie, was obviously skeptical. But when you and Bucky relayed the story of your brief encounter with her fallen friends, and with some fancy science jargon from Bruce - and a thorough inspection of the bite marks you and Bucky shared on your necks - she was a bit more willing to participate.
The group stayed there a few days, getting acquainted with the members of camp, allowing them to grow comfortable enough to realize none of you were a threat.
Then came administration. Bruce worked with Valkyrie and their medic Jane to teach them how to properly inject the antidote, bringing the adults up first to ease into the concept of being poked with a needle for the kids.
When it was finally time for the kids, there were still some who threw a fit when Jane tried to coax them into the seat, wailing and crying and creating way too much noise and attention to yourselves.
“We gotta do something,” Yelena muttered, eyes scanning the trees that bordered the camp. “If these kids keep screaming over a damn needle we’re going to be swarmed by walkers before nightfall.”
Bucky, who was on your other side, leaned down till his lips were by your ear.
“Remember what you did that time AJ scraped up his leg so bad he needed stitches? And he was freaking out, not letting Bruce anywhere near him?” You turned to face him and he shrugged in a couldn’t hurt to try way.
Without a second thought, you walked over to the kid, crouching down to get to their level.
“This feels really scary, doesn’t it?” you asked, taking their hands. They nodded. “I hate doing things that scare me, too, even when I know that doing the scary thing will help me or help the people that I love. You know what I try to think of whenever I feel afraid?”
The kid’s bottom lip jutted out and they nodded again. You smiled.
“I think about a man named Bilbo Baggins, who was a very small person.” You raised one hand just below the child’s head to display Bilbo’s height and they giggled. “Bilbo had to leave his home where he felt safe to go on a long, terrifying adventure with a bunch of strange - and very smelly dwarves - to go fight a dragon. Now, he absolutely did not want to go on this adventure, because he had never done something so scary in his life. And he not only had to try and defeat a dragon, but he fought trolls, giant spiders, and many other monsters along the way, and each time he fought those things he was terrified. There were many times he wanted to cry and run home where he felt safe. But you know what?”
“What?” the kid immediately responded, eyes now wide and excited, free of tears.
You squeezed their hands. “He found the courage he needed to save those smelly dwarves who had become his friends. And the more courage he had, the less scary all of the monsters became.” You cocked your right brow up. “Do you think you could be brave like Bilbo right now?”
The child bit their bottom lip, chest rising as they took in a deep breath. On the exhale, they nodded.
Your smile widened. “There we go. I know you can handle this, and I’ll be right here, okay? I won’t leave unless you want me to.”
Jane took a step forward, needle in hand and the kid’s hands tightened around yours. “Stay please.”
You nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Their eyes shut tightly, and Jane moved quickly as she injected the serum into their arm.
“Look at that,” you said softly. “All done.” The kid opened one eye. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
They nodded, a smile forming on their lips. “Was I brave?”
“The bravest. No dragon would ever dare to mess with you.” You winked and they giggled, letting go of your hands and walking away.
You were about to stand up and return to Yelena’s side, when a young girl ran up in front of you for their turn, eyes wide.
“Can you talk more about Bilbo? How big were the spiders he had to fight?”
You looked up at Jane, who simply shrugged before grabbing a new syringe.
“They were massive,” you replied, extending your arms out wide. “So big, in fact, you could probably ride one of them…”
Not even thirty minutes had passed, and now all of the kids were huddled beside you, eager to hear more of your recollection of The Hobbit, eyes bright with excitement, barely even registering that they were here to get a shot.
You made a mental note to bring a book with you wherever you went, just like you used to when you first were on the run with your parents.
“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Bucky asked when everyone was done and you walked over to him.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Beefcake,” you joked, winking at him.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “Seriously, though. That just changed the entire mood in the camp. Not just the kids, but the adults who were relieved to see them so relaxed.”
“Well, it was all thanks to you,” you reminded him, chin resting on his chest. “I wouldn’t have thought to do that unless you said something.”
He smiled. “Guess we make a good team.” 
You wiggled your brows. “Hashtag dream team.”
Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes and crushing you within his hold and you wheezed out a laugh.
When you left Asgard, an extremely grateful Valkyrie expressed that any member of Shield was welcome back anytime, and if you ever needed aid, they would answer your call.
“I can’t believe we did it,” Yelena muttered as you started your journey home.
“Neither can I,” Bruce mumbled, and you all whipped your heads at him, shocked. He shrugged. “What? I suggested we try, I didn’t know if it would actually work out this well!”
Your next destination was a smaller, nomadic camp, led by Hope Van Dyne. It was her, her parents, her partner Scott Lang and his daughter, Cassie. Hope and her parents were also scientists, and were intrigued by Bruce’s development of the antidote.
“We have our own mobile lab,” Hope’s dad, Hank, said, “We could recreate this serum and help distribute it, since we travel around so much anyways.”
“You’d do that?” you asked.
He nodded. “Anything to help undo what those Hydra bastards did.”
It didn’t take long for Bruce to teach them how to recreate the serum, and the rest of you spent that time working with Hope and Scott to work out the locations of other camps you could travel to.
“There’s a guy called Strange, who has a network of people all over. He’s based in New York, though, so you’d have to travel a ways to get there. That area is still largely populated with unturned though so it would be a great spot to get this to.”
“You could show me your old stomping grounds, Beefcake,” you said, bumping his shoulder with yours.
He chuckled, looking over at Steve. “We can go back to Coney Island, Stevie.”
Steve groaned. “I still get nauseous thinking of that place.”
After leaving Hope’s camp, Bruce decided to return to Shield to keep working on creating more antidotes, leaving the rest of you to continue traveling from camp to camp.
You asked Steve if he was going to go back, since he was technically Shield’s leader again now that he’d returned from the dead.
Steve shook his head. “Sam and I talked about it a while back, and he’s going to remain in charge. He’s so much better at it than I was, and honestly? I never really enjoyed it. Doing this, going out and helping others with you and Bucky, this feels right.”
You smiled, wrapping your arm around him for a side hug. “Well, I’m more than happy to have you tag along. I need to hear all the embarrassing stories about Beefcake.”
You heard Bucky groan behind you. 
After a few months, you had reached dozens of camps. Each one made you feel more and more hopeful, knowing that so many were still surviving after so many years. You had even run into people that Shield saved from Hydra when they came to rescue you. They welcomed you with open arms and tear-filled eyes.
Now, you were at the settlement known as Wakanda, by far the most established and advanced camp you had been to yet. Their sassy, smart as hell leader Shuri scoffed when you showed her one of the antidote vials.
“Dammit! I was so close to figuring it out.” She lifted her arm, tapping the screen of her watch until a holographic DNA strand circled above it. “I was at, like, a 76% rate as of this morning!”
You and Kate exchanged glances after gaping at the crazy device on the woman’s wrist.
“Is all of your tech this advanced?”
Shuri smirked. “You have no idea.”
“We gotta get Banner and Parker here,” you muttered, and all Kate could do was nod.
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Once Shuri was done administering the antidote to all of the kids and they had finally relieved you from reading Ella Enchanted, she told you that a celebration was being held in your group’s honor. A way of thanking you for helping their community, as well as welcoming you into their family.
She led you over to four massive, long wooden tables that had been set up and dressed up in various shades of purples and gold, with jars of fireflies lighting the space in a dim, hypnotic glow.
The food was by far the best you ever had in your life, even compared to the meals you ate in the before times. The vegetables were perfectly ripe, the meat was tender and coated with spices you had never tasted, and the bread.
“I’m taking a hundred loaves of these back with us,” Bucky murmured to you, mouth full of sweet rolls. The moan he let out after taking the first bite was sinful. “I never want to eat anything else for the rest of my life.”
“I hope you intend to share with your one true love, Beefcake,” you replied, shoving your own face with the warm, delicious bread.
“Sorry, Sweetheart, but you’ve officially been replaced.” You punched his flesh arm and he tried to laugh through a grimace. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Everything I have is yours or whatever the hell they say.”
You gave him a rueful grin, taking another bite of your roll.
The two of you nearly shit your pants when men and women started grabbing instruments and playing music with reckless abandon, pounding on drum heads and singing their hearts out.
“Relax,” Okoye, Wakanda’s general, chided, patting your back in mock comfort as she bit back a laugh. “Shuri has this place soundproofed. Nothing can be heard outside our borders.”
Bucky looked around. “So we’re….safe?”
Okoye rolled her eyes. “You guys. So paranoid. What is there to be afraid of? It’s not like their are flesh-eating monsters swarming the earth or anything.”
The three of you paused for a beat before bursting into a fit of laughter. Okoye patted your shoulder once more and then went over to join others who had now begun dancing to the music.
You turned to find Bucky smiling at you, a suspicious light in his eyes.
You frowned. “What?”
He held out a hand. “Wanna dance?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “What? Since when do you dance?” you asked incredulously.
“Since I was fuckin’ four years old. Ma’ was big into 40s music. She had Becs, Stevie and I dancing all the damn time.” His hand extended out further. “So?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “I got some bad news, Beefcake.”
His brows furrowed and you sighed. 
“Ya girl can’t dance.”
You expected Bucky to frown, to feel disappointed in your lack of skill in something he apparently loved.
Instead, his smile widened, reaching out to grab your hand and dragging you to the newly formed dancefloor. 
“That is going to make things way more entertaining for me,” he said, stopping short so that you crashed into him, your hands pressing against his chest so that you didn’t break your nose in the collision.
Before you had a chance to regain your balance, Bucky was pushing you away, expression mischievous as he began a string of maneuvers, alternating between twirling you around, spinning you in the air, stepping in directions you didn’t think possible.
He was an unrelenting machine.
“Bucky, the moment you lose momentum,” you gasped, unable to catch your breath in all of the commotion, “I’m going to do the Yelena leg thing and kick your fucking ass.”
His grin widened, and he pulled you into him, hand resting on your back as you dipped down. You nearly let out a yelp at the feeling of falling backward, but Bucky kept a secure hold on you, nose rubbing against yours. Instead of falling, you felt as if you were floating mid-air.
“Baby, when I’m done with you, you’re going to need to be carried to bed.” he growled in a low, husky voice.
You blinked a few times in response.
He kissed you. “That’s what I thought.” 
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The next morning, you and the gang packed up your things and got the horses settled for the journey home.
You snuck a piece of sweet roll to Hades, who nuzzled you immediately after in an attempt to find more somewhere on your person.
“Sorry, buddy,” you laughed, stroking his nose. “That’s all I got.”
He snorted in dissatisfaction.
“I can’t believe you gave the horse that last sweet roll instead of me,” Bucky pouted, massaging Alpine’s front legs.
You glared at him. “That’s because Hades is the one carrying me home since my legs are in so much pain from last night thanks to you torturing me!”
Bucky scoffed. “You had a fuckin’ blast, Sweetheart. Admit it.”
“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Steve said as he approached. “I’ll show you a few dance moves that will put Bucky on his ass in no time.”
Bucky groaned at the smug look that formed on your face. “I’m stealing your best friend, Beefcake. He’s mine now.”
“Hey,” both Bucky and Yelena said in unison while you and Steve laughed.
Shuri approached then, brow quizzical from the commotion. “Sounds like you all are in high spirits this morning. Happy to finally be leaving this wretched place?”
You rolled your eyes. “As if. Being here has been amazing. I thought Shield had nailed apocalyptic living, but you all blew us out of the water.”
The young scientist laughed. “You all are welcome back anytime. And don’t forget to bring your friend Banner along so I can harass him to dish his secrets on using your crazy blood to create a cure. I still consider that cheating, you know.”
Just as you were about to respond, Nakia walked over with a group of children with grins that threatened to split their faces in two. They each carried flower crowns in their hands.
Enough for the group.
“The children made these for you,” Nakia said, her usual angelic smile on her face as she watched them approach you all, extending the crowns out. Yelena, Kate, Steve, Bucky and yourself bent forward so that they could place them on your heads. “As a token of your kindness and friendship.”
You pulled the young girl in front of you in for a hug, trying to fight back tears as you squeezed them tightly. “Thank you,” you whispered.
You walked over to hug the rest of the children, then Nakia and finally Shuri.
When all of the goodbyes were complete, the gang mounted their horses.
Bucky looked over at you and you beamed. “You look so pretty in that flower crown, Beefcake.”
He blushed, quickly turning his attention to Alpine’s mane and trying to force a scowl on his face, though you could see the corners of his mouth twitching.
“So, where are you headed now?” Shuri asked.
“Home for a bit to rest and restock on antidotes,” you replied. “Then we’re off to a camp up north called the Guardians of the Galaxy.”
Shuri’s chin lowered as she stared up at you with an are you fucking serious expression. “Guardians of the Galaxy? You’re kidding me. Sounds like a bunch of assholes.”
“I said the same thing!” Yelena and Bucky exclaimed in unison…again.
You were still laughing as Hades trotted off into the woods.
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“Baby,” a low, grumbly angel spoke to you in your dreams. Calloused, gentle hands stroked your cheek. “Wake up, Sweetheart.”
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing in on Bucky and the dark forest behind him. Once your brain processed that you were not in the safety of your bedroom at camp, your eyes widened and you shot up.
You were in the middle of the woods, still on your way back to Shield from Wakanda.
So why was Bucky waking you up at this hour?
“What is it?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, resting a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “It’s fine,” he whispered, eyes scanning the ground where the others slept. His hand moved down to grab yours, moving the both of you to standing. “Come follow me?”
Your eyes narrowed now, fingers interlacing with his as he led you East. “What’s going on, Buck?”
He looked over his shoulder, and the moonlight peeked through the canopy of trees above just perfectly enough for the smile on his face to glow.
“Wanna show you something.”
The two of you walked in silence for a few miles, the soft crinkling of leaves below your feet the only sound made in your vicinity.
Eventually, Bucky’s gate slowed to a stop, and you looked up to find yourself standing at the bottom of a cliff.
One that looked vaguely familiar.
You let out a small gasp. “Is this…?”
Bucky nodded. “This is the cliff where you and I first met.”
The cliff that you had found as a refuge for you and the two young, scared boys you had found lost in the woods, running away from a hoard of zombies. 
Two boys you debated even helping, since you were so used to being on your own and not having others to look after.
It was impossible to imagine a world where you hadn’t helped them, where those boys wouldn’t have a claim on a piece of your heart forever, just as their mother did, their uncle, and everyone else in Shield.
Still, you knew that the old you, who had stumbled upon AJ and Cass, could never have dreamed of what would follow after helping them find their way back to their mom.
You wouldn’t have a home. You wouldn’t have a family.
You wouldn’t have found your soulmate.
A small snort escaped you. “Is that what you would call it? You pinning me against the wall and threatening to kill me?”
A sheepish expression covered his face, and you knew he was blushing. “Would it be weird to say that even then - when I wasn’t sure if you were a danger to us - I kind of wanted to kiss you?”
There were those dang butterflies again. “Not at all. With the way you were displaying your strength, and your voice all growly and dangerous? That was super hot, Beefcake. Even if you had actually killed me, I would have been more than fine with a parting kiss before you took my life.”
He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Oh really?”
Suddenly, his hands were gripping your arms, and he was just barely using enough force to guide you to the cliff wall, pinning your back against it.
When he let out a low, threatening growl, you responded with a high-pitched wine.
And then, he leaned forward and crushed your lips to his, his tongue colliding with yours.
If he hadn’t killed you that night a year ago, he was definitely going to tonight.
His hold on you softened, one hand moving to wrap around your waist. But first, his thumb tucked itself under your shirt and grazed along the rigid scar of the first zombie bite you got on your stomach, tenderly feeling along it until his fingers squeezed the soft fleshy part of your hip. 
You used your now free arm to wrap around his neck for support as your head grew dizzy.
Eventually, time forced you to pull away for air, your foreheads pressed against one another, chests moving up and down as you both worked to catch your breath.
“I should have done that night one,” he gasped, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Would have saved myself a lot of mental turmoil.”
You giggled. “True, but I gotta admit that watching you switch from Mr. Beefcake Grumpypants to soft mushy lovey dovey Beefcake was an absolute delight. And besides…” you caged his face between your hands, eyes boring into his, “I wouldn’t trade any part of our story for anything.”
His jaw clenched beneath your hands. 
You continued, “Every experience, every hardship, all the shit we went through, I’d go through it all again to have the good moments found in between, to get us to this point, right now. And every time, I’d fall in love with you.”
Bucky kissed you again, soft and slow this time, and you knew he was telling you that he felt exactly the same. That he’d fight heaven and earth for you over and over again, just as you would for him. 
When he pulled away, he kept his lips close enough to graze yours as he responded.
“And you call me a softie.”
You giggled, pretending to squirm out of his now tight hold as he peppered your face and neck with kisses.
“I love you, Sweetheart. Forever.”
“And I love you, Beefcake. Always.”
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The gate started opening before you could officially make out the ragged Brookfield Boarding School for Girls sign.
Your pace quickened the moment you walked into the camp, eyes locking onto AJ and Cass as they ran toward you.
AJ lept into your arms, his small limbs wrapping around your neck as you embraced him. You looked to your left just in time to see Cass do the same thing to Bucky.
Sarah and the others took their time heading over to you, smiles on their faces at your return and the heartwarming reaction from the boys.
When AJ finally loosened his hold, you lowered him to the ground. His arms shifted to circle around your waist, not ready for the hug to end just yet.
“Welcome home, Y/n!” he cheered, body jumping up and down in excitement as he clung to you.
Bucky - after also putting Cass down - reached out to put an arm around your shoulder, tucking your body into his.
You looked down at AJ, scrunching your nose at him, then looked over at Cass.
Then to Sarah and Sam.
To Laura and Clint.
Pepper, Morgan and Dum Dum.
Bruce and Peter.
Wanda, Vision, Billy and Tommy.
Sersi, Druig and Makari.
Yelena, Kate, and Steve.
Each one of them meeting your gaze with as much love and care as you gave them.
Bucky kissed your temple, and when you looked up at his bright crystalline irises, you found your entire world. 
Your true home.
You smiled.
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The End.
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My Sweetheart: Part 4
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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Dot shakes her head in disappointment. It's clear Bucky has gone through a lot, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be happy. He deserves to be happy. She sighs, watching as you run a hand down your face. Though she's been around you for a few days, she knows you're a sweet, kind, and caring person. Bucky seems like he could use someone like you in his life.
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Bucky's in the kitchen downing another beer. Kamala cautiously approaches the man, "Sooo...how'd it go? Did you, uh, help your old girlfriend move on?"
Bucky gulps his beer down and lets out a loud sigh, "Nope. She doesn't want to cross over anymore."
Kamala's brows furrow, "What? Why?"
He shrugs, "She wants to stay to make sure I'm happy."
"Are you happy?" the young Avenger asks.
"I'm content, but that's not good enough for Dot."
"So what're you gonna do?"
"Not my problem. Y/N has to deal with Dot. Not me," he tosses the empty bottles into the recycling.
Kamala frowns, "Isn't the point of being an Avenger supposed to be helping people?"
Bucky snorts, "I'd rather fight another one of Thanos' alien dogs than deal with the ghost of my girlfriend from the 40s." With that, he leaves Kamala in the kitchen.
"Hm..."
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After the day you've ha, you needed a tall glass of wine and a nice bubble bath. So that's exactly what you did.
The bath was hot and ready, you poured yourself a glass, and you played some soft music in the background. As the bathroom filled with steam, Dot wrote on the mirror: Help Bucky.
You snort into your wine glass, "Dot, you heard him, he doesn't want my help. The guy's a dick."
Help. Bucky.
You sigh, sitting up in the bath, "Dot, really, I get you're concerned for him or whatever, but he doesn't want our help. The guy is a lost cause! You just need to accept it and move on!"
Dot huffs, taking your toothbrush and throwing it onto the floor. You don't know, but she walks out.
She looks around the apartment and suddenly wants to get away. She moves to your bedroom window, looking outside. She takes a deep breath and transports herself outside of your apartment.
"Yes!" she cheers and takes a few steps forward but then freezes. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't go any farther. She turns around and sees a string pulling her back. She's then transported back to your apartment and she's glaring at her bracelet.
"Dammit," she murmurs and sits at your desk in discouragement.
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After your bath, you ordered takeout since you weren't in the mood to cook. When you heard the knock at the door, you open it to see-
"You're not my takeout."
Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, was standing at your door. She gives you a sheepish look, "I mean, technically, I have it here," she holds up the bag, "But I came to help you," she hands you your takeout and enters your apartment.
"Help me?" you close the door behind her and look at her confusedly.
"Yeah! With Bucky and helping his old girlfriend to move on!" she looks at you excitedly.
"Uuuhhh okay?" your brows furrow in confusion, "How come you want to help?"
Kamala shrugs, "It's what Avengers do, besides, I do think that Bucky needs some happiness in his life. All he does is work, ride his motorcycle, and be grumpy."
You snort as you open your takeout and start digging in, "He seems like he's eternally grumpy."
Something falls off your coffee table, startling Kamala, "What was that?"
"Dot, Bucky's old girlfriend. She tends to move things when she wants my attention." You walk over to the table to see your notepad with a new note from her: LET HER HELP.
You hum, "Dot thinks you can help."
"Great!" Kamala claps her hands together, "So we should definitely plan things out. What if," she pauses and gasps, "we can get him a pet!"
"Is he capable of taking care of an animal?" you genuinely ask her.
She shrugs, "Not sure, but he likes to feed any stray cats that are around the Compound. So maybe we should get him a cat!"
"Okay but what if he doesn't want the cat? You guys are left with a cat."
Kamala shrugs again, "I don't mind. I love cats. As long as I don't bring it home to my parents, we should be fine."
You shake your head, "I'm sorry, kid-"
"Kamala."
"Kamala. I get that you're trying to help you're, uh, fellow Avenger, but it doesn't seem like he wants help. Also, as someone who works at an animal shelter, I don't like the idea of giving someone a pet without knowing whether they want one or can care for one."
The young Avenger's eyes widen, "You work at an animal shelter?! Can I visit your work?!"
You can't help but chuckle at the teen's enthusiasm, "I mean, we're always looking for volunteers. If you or any of your Avenger friends want to come by and help, that'd be great.
Kamala is furiously nodding, "I know a bunch who would love to help! Are you working tomorrow?"
You shake your head, "Nope. The day after though. You can swing by and pick up volunteer papers for you and your friends to fill out."
She salutes you, "Sounds like a plan!" she sees herself out with a wave and you're hoping that this will be the end of her wanting to help you to help Bucky to help Dot.
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