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sansaorgana · 27 days

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Bucky x reader where they get reunited after he gets back home, Mabye a very sappy and fluff and him getting back into demestic like w his girl and Mabye she’s like a clothing maker or m clothing mender/ tailor and that’s how she stay afloat while he’s gone and had no idea she was able to create things like that.

hi, babe! 💕 this is my first Bucky request – I believe I have at least one more in my inbox – and as I have promised, I gave it a chance to write for him 😅 I hope it's good enough because it felt totally different to write for him than for Buck lol 😁

Bucky was a never ending trouble in the best meaning of this word. He was loud, funny, playful, teasing and full of energy. Life with him was a rollercoaster you never wanted to get out of. When he went to Europe, it was as if he had taken all your sunshine and happiness with him.

The days were long and grey – boring. It was all about going to work and coming back home to listen to the radio and read all the letters you had received from your fiancé. That was for a few first months but then you found a hobby.

It had started with looking at the magazines and wanting those colourful dresses and skirts they had there but you couldn’t afford them. So you had bought a fabric and dug out your mother’s old sewing machine from the attic. Using her old books about making clothes on your own, you had managed to create your first floral skirt. Your very first rush of dopamine and colour after Bucky’s departure.

When your neighbours had noticed your skirts and dresses, they wanted them, too. It had quickly become your additional source of money, but most importantly – it was grounding you. You had spent endless nights listening to the radio and working on the fabrics, humming to yourself and trying to stay hopeful instead of constantly worrying about Bucky. You would go to sleep so tired that you couldn’t even stare at the ceiling and be anxious about his life. Sometimes it had been making you feel guilty that you were distracting yourself so much when he was a prisoner in some camp an ocean away from you… But you wanted to remain being yourself as much as you could. You didn’t want him to be greeted back home with the shadow of a woman he had once known.

Seeing him again felt odd. For a short while you hesitated from running into his arms and just stared at him as if he was a ghost. It was Bucky who ran up to you and picked you up to spin you around with that wide grin of his. You cupped his cheeks and smiled back, leaning in to rub your noses together and then join your lips in a sweet kiss. His moustache tickled your face as you wrinkled your nose with a giggle.

“My sweet girl,” he greeted you. “Sorry for being late. They didn’t want to let me go,” he made a joke as usual.

“Oh, how I missed you, John,” you kissed him again and he put you down on the ground.

“I see you’re all dolled up for me,” he pointed out and your eyes sparkled at that comment. You liked it when he was giving you compliments like that, it was making you feel confident and seen.

“Well, I tried,” you smiled.

“Where did you get a dress like that?” He asked, looking you up and down in a manner that brought heat to your cheeks. You already knew what he was thinking about.

“I made it,” you shrugged your arms and walked inside the house.

“What do you mean you made it? You can create such things with those pretty little hands?” He was visibly impressed.

“Yes, I can show you after dinner,” you nodded at him.

After dinner, you brought all the dirty dishes to the kitchen and let them soak in the water before taking your apron off and joining Bucky in the living room. He was walking around and looking at the pictures of you two that you had on display.

“I liked to have you around,” you told him as you leant on the doorway. “A reminder that my boyfriend was not made up.”

“It feels so odd to be here,” he admitted and you smiled sadly at him. “Are you sure you want me to move in? I can rent a room in town.”

“I want you here with me,” you assured him.

“People will talk,” he pointed out. You knew that he didn’t worry about his reputation at all. But he worried about yours. You were always his first choice and his most important person. Alongside his best friend Buck.

“To the hell with them,” you rolled your eyes and he chuckled before approaching you and placing kisses all over your face.

“That’s the spirit. That’s my girl,” he teased. “I’m gonna marry you soon anyway and fill this house with a bunch of little babies. Daughters as beautiful and sons as smart as their mother,” he booped you on the nose.

“Girls can be smart, too,” you reminded him. “And boys can be beautiful,” you caressed his cheek.

“Yes, yes, of course… Now, show me the dresses?”

You nodded with a smile and held his hand to lead him upstairs.

“It’s not only dresses, you know… Skirts, too. A few blouses. I dug out my mum’s old sewing machine and started to make them. Half of the street wears them now. I earned quite a lot,” you admitted and Bucky whistled in admiration.

You opened the door to your bedroom. The sewing machine was standing by the window where the vanity table had once been. And on the chair next to it there were many colourful fabrics.

“Will you make something for me, too?” Bucky touched the fabrics delicately with his fingertips.

“I can surely try,” you chuckled. “But I will have to buy a new fabric.”

“No, no, look,” he pointed at the material with flowers, “a shirt like this,” he said and you laughed. “I’m being serious,” he winked at you. “I’d wear that. And I’d proudly say my wife made it when people asked or laughed.”

“Well, alright then, I’ll make you one like this but if you don’t wear it, I will never make anything else for you ever again,” you stuck your tongue out.

“Fine,” he stuck out his, too and you both laughed.

Bucky turned his back on you to keep admiring the fabrics and the neatly folded dresses and skirts inside your half-open wardrobe and you bit on your lower lip, trying not to make a sound as you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t want to alarm him and to worry him, so you tried to hide your emotional reaction but eventually, you let out a sob and hid your face in your hands.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Bucky turned around and approached you quickly to put his arms around you. You shook your head, refusing to speak. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“It’s just… It’s just… I’m so happy you’re back and I can joke around with you again and…” you looked up into his worried eyes. “And making these clothes… It was everything keeping me alive when you were away. It was the only thing that helped me to stay sane. And now… Now you’re back, you’re really back and I can’t believe how happy I am… All that tension is just… gone,” you sniffed your tears back.

“Hey, baby,” Bucky wiped your tears off of your cheeks gently. “You should have known I wouldn’t let them kill me, right? And that I’d come back to you. I was planning to escape every day, hell, I would have escaped a hundred times but Buck was stopping me from doing something stupid. And I am grateful because in the end I am here with you. I just wish I could have been calling you from there to hear your sweet voice, to let you know I was okay. I hated to think how worried you had to be, little one,” he cupped your face and pulled you closer. You hugged him and rested your head on his chest. Bucky kissed your forehead and rubbed your back.

“I want to show you something else,” you whispered after a while and he nodded silently, still looking at you with worried eyes.

You approached the wardrobe and stood on a stool. Bucky followed you and stood behind you to make sure to catch you if you would fall down. You reached out to the top shelf and brought down a box. You put it on the bed and opened it, shyly looking at your fiancé.

He looked inside and widened his eyes at the sight of a collection of baby clothes.

“I made them for the future,” you told him quietly. “For our babies,” you added. “And I decided that if you don’t come back… I’d have them burnt. Even if I married someone else and had children with him, they wouldn’t be our babies. So, yeah… I was making them some nights, smiling to myself, hoping that some higher power sees that and thinks that now they just have to spare you,” you confessed.

“They’re beautiful,” Bucky picked up one of them and smiled widely. “I think they are my favourite creations of yours,” he admitted and you laughed through the tears.

“Thank you.”

Bucky put the clothes back into the box carefully and then he moved the box away to remove it from the bed completely.

“We should get to work then,” he winked at you and you furrowed your brows at those words but after a while you realised what he had meant.

“Oh, no, no, no, don’t you dare, Major Egan!” You giggled. “People will talk enough already about the two of us! For that we will wait until the wedding.”

“Let’s get married tomorrow then,” he grinned at you.

“You can’t be serious,” you sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because… I won’t be able to make a wedding dress overnight. In three days,” you reached your hand out with a playful smile.

“Three days, let that be. A man can wait,” he shook your hand as if you just had made a business deal and then he pulled you back into his arms again.

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johnslittlespoon · 28 days

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Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.

YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.

but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)

the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.

the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.

and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.

but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.

and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.

gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.

#that'll do donkey that'll fuckin do #a 5 things oneshot with this concept would be SO fun to write #i may have to add that to the wip list because goddd #there are very few things i like writing more than whiny men coming in their pants! clearly! my ao3 works speak for me!#buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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multifandoms27-blog · 10 months

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Bucky Barnes Relationship HC's

It was my birthday this past weekend, and this is my birthday gift to myself. Hope y'all enjoy!

Content: (mostly) Post CW Bucky x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Talk about PTSD, (minimal) couple fights, cheesy Bucky lol

Notes: Bucky is working with the Avengers in this

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Something everybody seems to agree on, is that Bucky is clingy.

When he's away on missions, he tries to call you every night so he can hear you before bed. When you're away on missions, he can't sleep until you call him. You forget one night? Oh well, he's not sleeping. He's worried about you but he won't mention it to anyone else. He'll silently freak out by himself until you call.

He has nightmares, he likely always will. This makes him kind of a bad bedmate, but he doesn't mean to move so much. I would suggest taking melatonin so you can get some actual sleep.

Speaking of his nightmares, when he wakes up from them, he never wants to wake you. 9/10 times though, you've been awake for a little bit before him. He feels bad, and sometimes he'll run from you, or he'll seek out comfort.

If he runs from you, it's because he can't handle human interaction in that moment. PTSD reactions or waking up from nightmares make people feel very vulnerable, and some don't like feeling that way, and run somewhere they know is safe for them to hide until they calm down. Think of a turtle hiding in it's shell.

If he seeks out comfort, it'll go something like this;

Bucky yells as he shoots up, eyes wide and glossy. His body feels too cold despite being under the blanket with you, like he's overexposed. He looks around the room as he breathes heavily, trying to slow his heart rate. Nobody else is in here. Nobody but him and you. That's right, he...he got away.

His gaze shoots over to you as you stir and look up at him. You two stare at each other for a moment before you speak. "Nightmare?"

Bucky swallows his spit and nods. You adjust a little before lifting up the blanket. "Want some cuddles, Bucky?"

Bucky nods wordlessly, quickly settling next to you. He can feel your warm arms sliding around his body, encasing it with a certain weight that comforts him. He's here, next to you, safe and sound. No injuries. No fighting. No more being cold.

"Wanna talk about it?" You mumble against his skin.

"Don' feel like it right now, doll." Bucky wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "But...thank you."

"Yeah, of course." You nod, yawning. "Love you, Buck."

"Love you too, (Y/n)."

Normally, Bucky is pretty playful with you. He'll be flirty with you, share jokes, tell you anything and everything that's on his mind, and sometimes will just take your hand and start dancing around with you. He'll teach you how to waltz if you don't know how already.

He likes to learn about newer century stuff with you, but be patient with him if he doesn't understand something.

Although sometimes, he likes to learn different pieces of media and surprise you with his knowledge later (like in FATWS when he knows about the Hobbit)

It's also no secret that he's such a romantic. You cannot tell me this man wouldn't keep track of your anniversaries and birthdays every year.

You were making yourself a snack in the kitchen when Bucky walked in with a smirk. You looked up and gave him a smile. "Hey handsome, how you doing today?"

"Very well, now that I've seen you." Bucky strides to you.

"Oh? You weren't doing well before?"

"I'm at my best when my best girl is here." Bucky gently brings your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss.

You feel your face heat up, and Bucky chuckles. He loves when your face gets all rosy. He then turns your body to face him fully, your left hand going on his shoulder and your right hand staying in his own. His free hand goes to your waist, and he opens his mouth to speak again. "FRIDAY, play A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square by Glenn Miller."

FRIDAY made a small beep before answering, "Certainly."

You heard the old 40's crackle in the song as the man sang, and Bucky led the waltz around the kitchen island. No matter how many times you two have waltzed, neither of you can pry your eyes away from each other. As the song ended, Bucky stopped your movement, and just swayed in place. You moved your arms up to his neck, and his other hand went to your waist. Bucky gave you a soft, sweet kiss as the last musical note ended.

"Happy anniversary, doll."

"Oh Buck, you romantic." You grinned. "Happy anniversary, my love."

He'll also write you love letters if he's away on a mission for a while. He's not quite the poet, but he tries, lol. It's one of the only things left of him you have after the snap. That also means on birthday cards and stuff, you'll find his love notes for your eyes only, detailing how you make him feel, his favorite things you did that day, how you illuminate his life, it's all very cheesy. I love him.

Gets you bouquets of flowers because he saw them and thought of you (cause the flowers were pretty).

If you're into LOTR/Hobbit and show him the movies, he'd be ecstatic. He really liked the Hobbit when it came out, and to see it in movie form with you makes it so much better.

He'd want to be into your interests too. He wants to watch your favorite movies, see your favorite shows, know/read your favorite books, etc. He wants to connect with you on every level. He's stuck to you like glue.

Fights with him rarely happen, but it happens if he's already in a bad mood or is tired from a mission. The arguments can turn nasty, and he really doesn't mean to, but the person he loves and trusts the most is angry at him right now - so it's only fair he's the same way, right? Wrong, that's just the PTSD talking.

You two don't tend to stay mad at each other for very long. The most he has managed to stay mad at you was two days, before he was trying to find a way to apologize, unless you apologized first (depending on the situation). He likes being able to talk through the problem with you, it makes him smile the brightest smile after the issue is resolved, no matter how small. Not even Tony could break his stride.

He's not too fond of extreme PDA, but he'll keep his arm around your shoulders and give you a peck on the cheek here and there. Although, to annoy Tony or Sam, he might just grab you and give you a big, wet, passionate kiss on the lips. But what he'll never do is smack your ass or make any sexual remark or gesture in front of the others. He wants to keep your dignity and whatever is left of his.

Also expect random compliments here and there. Even if you're doing the most menial tasks, or on your lazier days.

You were texting Wanda while waiting for your toast to be done, yawning. You were in baggy lounge wear, and you hadn't done your morning routine yet. Bucky walked in, his hair already brushed and clearly ready for the day. He stops and looks you up and down before leaning against the doorframe, letting out a whistle.

The whistle makes you look up and give him a smile. "Morning, Buck."

"Morning sweetheart." Bucky flashed you a grin.

You just chuckled, then turned to grab your toast as it popped out. Bucky came up behind you and put his hands on your hips, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "Why're you so cute, huh?"

"I'm not a mirror, Buck."

"Oh, you're mistaken. I'm very clearly looking at my wonderful girlfriend." Bucky laid his head on your shoulder, giggling at his own remark.

Your face heats up, even though he's said this to you multiple times before. "Aw, Buck..."

He kisses your shoulder again, moving his arms so they fully wrap around you. You take a bite of your toast, then move it to him to offer a bite. He bites into the toast and hums, satisfied.

When you guys go to bed, he's almost always big spoon. He likes holding you and protecting you. What better way to do that than holding you close while you both sleep? It's also a soothing way to get him to sleep. He feels your body move as you breathe - it's like the calmest sleep asmr for him, haha.

But that means if you get up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water, he's waking up too. In his dreams he can feel something moving against him, and that causes him to wake up and make sure you're okay. Sometimes he'll wait for you to get back and pretend he was asleep, other times he'll follow cause he doesn't want to be alone.

If he has a nightmare though, he moves in his sleep. So his body will pry himself away from you, but it gives him a better chance to run and recover by himself if he needs to.

Definitely feels like you're the girl he's gonna settle down with. He just hopes you like the ring he picked out.

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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What If You Kissed Me? (Steve Rogers x Reader)

summary: You were placed in charge of Bucky's rehabilitative care after coming back from Wakanda, you and Steve get to know each other pretty well.

tags: mentions of rehabilitation, mentions of winter soldier!bucky, minor spoilers for up until avengers: infinity war, kind of in a fucky spot in the timeline lol don't look too closely lol, Steve saves you on a mission, kissing, she/her pronouns, description of a knife, steve knocks this lady out, non-graphic descriptions of violence.

a/n: y’all i am down bad, i started rewatching marvel movies from when i was a kid (phase 1/2) and f u c k i love them lol

There wasn't much of a reason for you to form connections in your life, it just slowed you down. That's what you'd believed as you made your way from college to the C.I.A to S.H.I.E.L.D. You'd been recruited into one of the most secret government agencies in the world and that was enough for you. Until they put you on his case.

"James Buchanan Barnes, birthdate March 10, 1917," Director Fury and you stood in an elevator, he read aloud all you needed to know, "Former assassin for Hydra, now currently works as a supersoldier for us. You will keep a close eye on him and work with him on rehabilitation. You will also have to deal with Captain Rogers and Sam Wilson, who hang around despite the fact that I damn well tell them not too." You silently nod, taking the file from the Director's hand. This was something you weren't prepared for, one of your first assignments ever being the rehabilitation of one of the most wanted men in the world, who is also an Avenger, as well as deal with his Avenger friends. You shake off the nerves as you thumb through the file once more, feeling the director's gaze on you. You look up and wait anxiously for the elevator to stop, when it does you suddenly feel hot and your stomach feels like a deep pit, you have to do this. The elevator doors open and Fury hands you a new identification card with a new clearance level that quickly sets you at ease. It read to you clear as day, Clearance Level 7 Agent. You smile softly at the new badge, pinning it onto your breast as you follow after Fury. He enters an area you'd barely even known existed as he stops in front of a room, escorting you inside.

"Sergeant Barnes, I assume your time in Wakanda served you well?" Fury says, James, nodding in turn, staying quiet. Fury looks at you and back at the Sergeant, before leaving the both of you alone. You offer a polite smile at him, not knowing what to say at this moment. "Sergeant Barnes-." You try to begin but Bucky raises his hand at you, "Call me James, please." You nod, pleased that you and he could have this level of mutual awkwardness with one another. "Welcome back from Wakanda, James." He nods as you decide to sit down with him, "So, has anything happened in your life lately?" He sits in silence, possibly deciding what he trusts you enough to tell you right now. "I found a little grocery store, near my new place. Sam's been making me try new stuff, turns out we didn't cook very well in the 40s." He jokes, causing you to laugh, "What food have you liked the most now?" He exhales a bit and sits up, "Well, everything feels overwhelmingly spicy, you know? Hydra well... they fed me what I basically ate in the army or they didn't feed me at all... I just really enjoy having the choice, even if the choice is in my face and everything." You nod a bit, listening to him talk about anything... Wakanda, his life before as he calls it, all the changes in his life, you can't help but find it all terribly interesting. You feel entranced by the things he's telling you about his adventures during the War, something you'd only ever learned about in textbooks with black and white photos and mild interest and now it was here in front of you. Until you hear a knock on the door.

"Hey, Buck... Oh- sorry." You turn around at the knock, only to see him. Steve Rogers, Captain America as he is more well known. You smile politely and stand, "You're fine, Captain, James and I were just finishing up and then I'll be out of your way." He shakes his head and the smile he gives you makes you want to faint. He was something out of a dream, he holds out his hand to shake yours, a gesture you meet. His hands are firm and large, practically dwarfing the size of your own. “You’re alright,” He says, “Do whatever you need to do.” He offers you that smile again; causing your stomach to turn over, and it makes you want to pass out in terror. This is stupid and you know it. Having a crush on Captain America, a living legend and Avenger, who is also the best friend of your rehabilitation charge, these feelings are new to you but you decide to shake them off. You were still a professional adult woman.

You continue working around the two men, watching them talk about whatever, and you can't help but steal a glance at the Captain every now and again. He's so much more different than anything you'd seen out on the news, he's human.

That's why, when you are tasked to go on a mission with him, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha, you can't help but feel nervous or even a bit useless. Two super-soldiers, a woman who was bred and raised to become a spy, a soldier who was damn good at his secret task, and you, a normal young woman who was just able to become a SHIELD agent and get placed somewhere as lucky as with Bucky being your "charge." You sigh as you pull on a bit of protective gear, turning to see Steve, who suddenly pulled his eyes away, he wasn't staring at me, you reason with yourself. "It's your first field mission like this, yeah?" He asks you as you nod nervously, it was scary enough being on a mission like this, but admitting it to someone like Steve Rogers? Terrifying. It was supposedly easy, but, with a squad like this. You knew Fury was lying out of his ass. In an abandoned warehouse that held SHIELD and Hydra secrets, you were all tasked to do a full sweep, make sure whatever rats are lying low, go down, and grab those secrets.

"Alright, well stay with Bucky and you'll be alright, I know you can handle yourself though." He gives you that smile, again and it makes you want to melt. "How do you know I can handle myself, we've never even gone on a mission." He gives a shrug and a smile, "Some people just... have a way that you can tell. You're one of them." You feel warmth on your skin and watch as the look in his eyes scream admiration. The helicraft carrying the five of you slows and the door slides open, allowing Sam to move past you two, not before shooting a look over to Steve, and dropping out, his wings carrying him over the warehouse for any recon needed on this mission. There's only a bit of time left and you exhale, trying to dispel even an ounce of the nerves bouncing around in your stomach. Steve places his hand on your shoulder, as the door opens once again, allowing you all to parachute out of the helicraft. "(Y/N), Buck, take the left side, try to minimize casualties for now. Natasha and I will take the right side, keep your comms on." He then walks off with Natasha and you go off with Bucky.

"You need to make your move." You hear Bucky from behind you, causing you to turn and face him, "What do you mean?" Bucky rolls his eyes, "I mean Steve. He likes you, you like him. Seriously, you two... Wait." There's a quiet beeping, it pulls you both from your conversation, Bucky goes after it, leaving you alone. You stay on guard but the worry overtakes you until you feel the blade of a knife, sharp and shiny, pressed against your neck.

"Shit." You whisper as you feel a woman holding you now, "I've been compromised." You whisper, trying to make it sound more like a statement than a warning call over comms. "Now, what is a normal SHIELD puppy like you doing here?" The woman asks, you simply stay quiet, maybe I can catch her leg and flip her? You think to yourself. That is until you feel yourself pushed forward onto the ground, you crawl trying to get away from her until you turn back to see Steve, covering her mouth and knocking her out with the front, more blunt side of his shield.

You slowly begin to stand up that is until he takes you into his arms, weaving his hands into your hair, "You scared me…” He breathes into your hair, holding you to his chest. “I heard you and Bucky and then Bucky said something about a trap and I-.” You pull away from him, “You heard me and Bucky?” He simply nods, and you feel a bit embarrassed, he knows about your stupid, massive crush on him. “I haven’t been in love since 1945, but, I know it when I feel it. That’s why I’m telling you, I have feelings for you and I’m so happy you feel the same.” This doesn’t feel real in the slightest, but as far as you are aware, this is the happiest moment in your life.

Steve presses his lips to yours in a kiss that makes your heart skip a beat, his hands threading through your hair and land on your hips, you’ve imagined how his lips felt and in reality? They’re better. You only pull away once you hear Sam clear his throat on the comms, reminding the both of you that you’re on a mission.

“Hey you crazy kids,” You hear Bucky snark at the two of you over comms, “Wait until after the mission?” You roll your eyes but pull away from Steve, not before kissing him one more time on the cheek. "Let's get coffee after the mission?" He asks you and you give him a wide smile and nod, "Of course, Steve." The use of his real name makes him smile at you as he wraps his hand around yours as the two of you continue on with the mission to come.

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trashinaglass-archive · 2 years

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Just for Us

Request: Heyyy I saw you were looking for requests.. mine is for Chris Evans, how about they both star in the MCU and after all those years reader and Chris get into a relationship and keep it secret for awhile but then decide it’s time the others should know before the media find out first :) Maybe Seb and Mackie could admit they had a bet on it as one of the reactions?

A/n: I just checked my drafts and found this. Thought I posted it months ago, but here it sat. So sorry about that. Just another reason that I’m the worst 🥰 Also, didn’t do much editing so sorry if it sucks

I have this weird guilt of replacing anyone from the MCU, even fictionally lol, so random original character thrown in.

Conventions were the best and the worst. It was incredible getting to meet and interact with so many fans, but it was so many fans. It was difficult sometimes, going on for so long with so few breaks. You picked up your pen as someone asked Tom a question about his upcoming Spider-Man movie, and began doodling, drawing Tom as a spider getting chased by Anthony and Sebastian, who continually pick on him. It only made sense.

Chris looked over at the paper in front of you, chuckling softly at it, but not getting the opportunity to say anything about it. “My question is for y/n and Chris! Your two characters seem to be getting pretty close,” the fan pointed out as she looked to you and Chris, who was sat next to you for the panel. “Is there any chance we’ll see some Maya x Steve action sometime soon?” The crowd roared with oooh’s as she finished the question.

Chris threw his hands out in a shrug, turning to look at you with his arm slung across the back of your chair. You could only shrug, not knowing what else you could say either. “One of the most frustrating parts of this job is that so much is a secret, even to us. I honestly have no idea what’s in store for Maya and Steve.”

“But it really wouldn’t hurt my feelings, if we’re throwing it out there,” Chris joked.

“Mmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t know, I think I’d pick Bucky if I got to chose.”

The audience screamed at your answer as Chris threw his hands up in confusion, as if asking what’s wrong with me. You leaned over to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug, your head leaning against his as you laugh. “I’m just joking.”

“Ay, you can’t have Buck nasty anyways. He’s mine,” Anthony butted in, nodding his head confidently.

Sebastian shook his head, “Bucky already has an intimate relationship with his trauma.” His eye brow raised as one should shrugged up to his ear. The rest of the panel moved on, asking question after question until time had finally run up and you all broke for lunch.

“I love doing these conventions and all, but I swear the day moves by so slow,” you whine as you drop onto the couch Chris and Sebastian were sitting at, your head leaning against Chris’s shoulder.

Anthony let out a laugh as he sat in an adjacent chair, “I’d argue it moves too damn fast. You know, like what the hell just happened out there? I don’t fucking know.”

“Words,” you said simply. “Too many of them.” The boys laughed and agreed before beginning to talk about something that happened in a separate panel with just Mackie and Sebastian. You took it upon yourself to get comfortable, curling up next to Chris. It had been an early morning and you were too exhausted to care what any on lookers thought.

You felt Chris’s head turn as he looked down at you. “You okay?” He asked in a whisper, a hand resting on your knee. You only nodded in reply.

“You comfy over there, y/n?” Mackie asked, his voice raised in a slightly teasing tone.

You laughed quietly and nodded again. “I could use a blanket though,” you requested, knowing there was one on the other side of Sebastian.

Anthony glanced at it then back at you, and suddenly that mischievous gleam in his eyes, that you had gotten to know well in your years of knowing him, shined bright. “If only there was someone that cared about you and how cold you are,” he continued to tease.

Chris let out a breathe through his nose, knowing where his friend was headed but didn’t say anything. You could feel his body leaning as he stretched his arm out, grabbing the blanket off the furniture and draping it over you best he could.

“Oh, would you look at that. How sweet. What a nice man,” Anthony continued, looking back at you. “Isn’t Chris such a nice man.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle in your throat. “The nicest man.”

“But there are plenty of other nice guys, I’m sure,” Sebastian added, subtly looking back and forth between you and Mackie. “Do you talk to some other nice guys?”

You looked up at Chris, finally understanding what they were hinting at, and gave him a just tell them look. “You sure? It seems to be killing them not to know,” he joked.

“So it’s true!” Mackie exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward in his chair. Both of them looked as if they were watching an intense football game and one team was close to winning it all. You couldn’t believe how obsessed they seemed to be.

Chris laughed. “We’ve been dating for about a year and a half now,” he said nonchalantly.

“I knew it,” Anthony yelled, as he stood up, pointed at Sebastian who sat with his hands thrown up in the air. “You owe me twenty, dog.” Chris threw his head back in laughter as you sat up, your jaw slack in shock.

“You had a bet!?”

Sebastian put his hands up in surrender. “He was convinced you guys were dating. I said you were just close friends, and it just happened, I don’t know.”

“It just happened,” you repeated sarcastically.

“Why did y’all hide it anyways?” Mackie asked as he sat back down, looking between you and Chris.

“Easier,” Chris shrugged. “Trying to get through all that new dating stage and figuring all that out. It’s just easier to do on your own than to have everyone talking.”

You nod in agreement, “and if it ended up not working out, there wasn’t any reason for anyone to make it weird.”

Sebastian scoffed dramatically. “As if we would make anything awkward.” You hold back your laugh but smile, looking between the three men surrounding you.

“You just interrogated me. You definitely would have made it weird in some way,” you laughed.

“It’s called being fun,” Anthony defended as he walked away, a teasing smirk still lingering on his face. “But I won’t tell anyone. Promise!”

The three of you watched as he walked away before turning back. “Who do you think he’s going to tell?” You ask, knowing him better than that.

“Well, Tom did say something about having a crush on you in an interview a while ago, so he’s probably going to tease the kid about it,” Sebastian theorized. “And if he does, I’m not missing it. See you guys in a bit.” He raised his hand in a small wave as he stood up and followed where Mackie left, leaving the two of you alone.

You lean back into the couch with your back leaning against Chris, the back of your head resting against his shoulder. “Wonder if they’ll ever leave that kid alone,” you think out loud.

“Probably never, if I know them well enough.” Chris looked down at you with a smile as you turned your head to look back at him. Your eyes closed as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, his head leaning against that spot as you sit there in silence. It was a rare occasion on promo days, so you soaked in for as long as you could before you were called for the next panel.

#Chris evans #chris evans blurb #chris evans x reader #chris evans oneshot #chris evans imagine

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loveaffaire · 3 years

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Listen to me… dad’s friend!Bucky + reader

Bonus points if Steve is the father of the reader jensjsks

Almost Caught

Pairing: Dad’s bestfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/tags: mentions of sex, making out, slight hair pulling, pet names (doll), age gap (reader is 21 and Bucky is… 106), Steve cameo<3, reader calls Steve ‘daddy’ but in a normal father way, obviously🧍🏻‍♀️& credits to The Amazing Spider-Man for the cocoa scene (so TASM spoilers? lol)— 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all wild, Steve is gonna beat the shit out of his old pal, Buck, if he ever found out🤠

🤍Written for my 1k sleepover🤍

You were laying on your bed and scrolling through social media when you heard your window glass sliding up, your head shot up and there he was, Bucky.

“Fuck” Bucky whispered, almost breaking the vase on your study table as he practically crawled through your window and fell on the hard floor of your room.

You giggled, eyes quickly checking for the lock on your door and making sure it was locked.

“Bucky!” You gushed, getting off the bed and walking to where Bucky was still sitting on the floor, brushing his jeans off.

“You need to tell Steve that you need a bigger, wider window” he said, slightly pouting.

“And tell him what?” You rolled your eyes, “Dad, your best friend sneaks into my room every night and it’s tough for him to get through my small window, can we please get a wider window?”

He smiled, any sign of distress leaving his face when his eyes landed on your face, “shut up”

He stood up, his 6'0" figure hovering over you as he looked down at you with a glint in his blue eyes, “come here, give me a kiss”

You instantly stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips, your lips softly pressed to his as he pulled your body closer.

You were 13 years old when you were sent to a boarding school far away from school, your parents, Steve and Natasha were too busy being Captain America and Black Widow for the country to keep you around. You were safer in the boarding school, anyway.

When you returned 5 years later, now 18 years old, you only saw Bucky once on a weekend for an Avengers get-together and then you were off to college. Three years there and then you were back home, taking a gap year for various internship opportunities.

That’s when you bumped into Bucky. Even though he's been staying in the Avengers’ compound for years, he only ever hung out with your parents or Sam or spent most of his time reading. So when you had found him in the library one day, a conversation was sparked up and since then, you were inseparable.

He was always around you, you were always around him and one day, when he got you alone in the middle of the large bookshelves in the library, he had kissed you and you happily kissed him back.

The guilt ate away at Bucky for a good few weeks, the thought of doing this to Steve made Bucky feel disgusted with himself, but every time his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help feeling like a lovesick little boy.

So here you stood, in your bedroom, 3 months later with Bucky holding you against him with his lips on yours. It was wrong but it just didn’t feel like it, sure you had to hide from everyone but that’s what made it even more exciting.

The innocent kiss turned into something a bit more steamy as he roughly pulled you up, easily picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on your study table. The second he pushed between your legs with a little force, a whimper left your mouth and just then, there was a knock on your door.

“Y/N?”

You froze when you heard your father’s voice, gripping Bucky’s henley in your hands with wide eyes but as soon as you came to your senses, you quickly pushed on his shoulders and reached for the door and Bucky quickly duked down behind the loveseat.

“Honey, do you want some cocoa, mom’s making some cocoa!”

You opened the door, just enough to stick your head out. Your breath was shaky, chest heaving up and down, “no, dad, I do not want cocoa, honestly I’m 21 years old”

You father looked at you confused but the frown on his face turned into a smirk as he said, “okay, I just thought I remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house”

You heard a soft snicker from inside your room and your eyebrows shot up, “well, that’s impractical” you shut the door but opened it again, “and fattening,” you shut the door again.

You turned back and saw Bucky with his chin resting on the top of the loveseat, “chocolate house?” he joked, tilting his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and saw your father standing there with a frown on his face once again, “sorry dad”

“It’s okay I—”

“I can’t have um cocoa right now, I’m- I’m working, I’m doing this, I’m- I have cramps!”

“Oh”

“Yes, I feel pukey and emotional, I’ve been crying—”

“Alright that’s—”

“It’s gross, I can’t have cocoa,” you gulped.

“Good good” your father shook his head, looking at the wall behind you.

“It’s brutal, you don’t wanna know” you whispered, making a gagging expression.

“Got it, that’s- I got it” your father nodded, turning around, he threw a thumbs up in the air.

“Thanks, daddy” you yelled out, shutting your door and locking it.

You rested your forehead on the door and sighed. Bucky sneaked up behind you and softly grabbed you by the waist, he kissed your exposed skin on your shoulder, his lips were warm on your skin.

“He could have caught you,” you whispered, moving away from him.

Bucky grasped your wrist, pulling you back to him and you stumbled back on his hard chest, “but he didn’t”

He leaned in, attaching his lips to yours, he softly tugged on your hair and you whimpered. As your lips fell open, he was quick to sneak his tongue inside your mouth and you moaned against his lips.

“Bucky, wait” you pulled away, shaking your head at him, “you should leave because what if dad becomes like- I don’t know- suspicious”

“But I don’t want to leave” Bucky whined like a little kid as he tugged on the hem of your tank top.

“He’ll kill you if he finds you here” you rolled your eyes at him, falling back on the bed.

“Did you know back in our days, Steve opposed 117 nations to protect me?” Bucky smirked, “he’s not gonna hurt me”

He crawled on top of you, resting his hands on either side of your shoulders. You’ve heard about the incident that broke up the Avengers a million times, Tony and your dad never stopped joking about it at the get-togethers.

“Well, back in your days, you weren’t fucking his daughter” you smirked, your eyes squinting at him.

“I haven’t fucked you” he whispered, “yet”

“It’s only been 3 months, I’ll make you wait a little more” you said, your voice smug.

“Well, I’ve still been to places… your places” he said, his voice low and filled with lust, “do you remember that time I tasted you? My pretty doll tasted so good for me—”

You pulled yourself up on your elbows, pecking his lips and shushing him. Not wanting him to see you so flushed, you rolled over with him under you now and your lips landed on his neck, you were quick to leave a pretty lovebite on him.

As you continued your work on his neck, with his head thrown back and soft moans falling out of his lips, you felt his bulge pressing between your thighs. He gripped your hips and lifted himself off the bed, desperately trying to feel you against him.

“Okay” you huffed and sat on his lap, you teased him by pushing a little harder on his bulge, “that’s enough waiting”

He quickly nodded, “3 months is a lot of waiting, yeah” his voice was shaky, neck red from the heat creeping up to his face.

“You wanna fuck me?” you whispered, nudging your face closer to his as he sat up with you still on his lap.

“So badly, doll” he said, resting his hands on your waist.

“Get to it then” you softly giggled, getting off his lap and crawling up on the bed.

You rested your back against the headboard and you removed your cotton shorts, spreading your legs wide open for Bucky to see the dampened spot on your underwear. As he looked at your face twisting in pleasure when you softly brushed your fingers over your clothed cunt, he was sure he was going to devour you tonight. He was going to absolutely wreck you.

I had to leave it at that, whatever happened after that was wild and they broke the bed so yeah🤠

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Scratching Post | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is like a smut-adjacent fic because I loved this idea but also I'm at work right now...lol

**Warning for marking**

As always, please send me any comments, suggestions, and/or requests! 🤗

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes 💕

Find the sequel, “Stripes” here!

Warnings: teasing, marking (scratching), lil bit of blood, lil bit of Bucky Begging

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Bucky's focus didn't waver as you spoke, but he clearly wasn't paying attention to your words. No matter what you said, his gaze didn't falter.

"Yeah...and then I hooked up with Sam in the quinjet...me and Sam AND Nat, actually...we got it on. It was rough, too," you said, trying to get him to listen to anything you said-but no luck.

"JAMES!" you shouted, and he finally snapped out of his trance, his eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"Hey, woah- what's with the legal name?"

"Buck, I was talking to you and you were completely zoned out...you've literally been staring at my hands like a weirdo for almost a full five minutes," you told him. "I know I just got my nails done and they're a little longer than usual but helloooo! Focus!”

His cheeks reddened ever so slightly and he began to stumble over his words, "Oh-I, um, I just-"

"Barnes, get it together," you teased, "what is going on?"

He cleared his throat and shot you a sheepish smile before taking a deep breath and fessing up.

"I'm sorry, but I can't-I can't stop thinking about your nails," he murmured, "and what they'd feel like digging into my back..."

You took a sharp inhale, but the breath caught in your throat. This whole "will-they-won't-they" situation you'd had with Bucky for the past few months felt like it was now barreling towards "they-will".

"Oh, well… I've definitely never wondered what it would be like to drag them against your skin..." you teased, "It's never crossed my mind".

He could feel his chest tighten as you spoke, and finally after months of slow flirtation- he made his move. He strode over to the couch where you sat and leaned down, pressing a deep, needy kiss to your lips while he lifted you from the sofa. "I'm taking you upstairs- don't want Bruce walking through and Hulking out on us," he muttered.

You laughed against his skin as you pressed your lips to his neck, relishing in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped tightly around your body. Once in the elevator, Bucky began losing his restraint, biting down on your lower lip and making you gasp at the sharp sensation. The elevator doors opened and Bucky strode confidently down the hall with you in tow, throwing open his bedroom door and slamming it behind the two of you. He set you down on the bed and eagerly ripped off his shirt, dying for you to dig your nails into his skin.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him down toward you, hungry for his lips against yours. He hissed sharply into your mouth as you let your nails rake over his skin, pressing hard against his shoulders.

"Too much?" you asked between kisses.

"Not enough..."

With that, you doubled your efforts, sinking your sharp nails into his back and leaving deep, red crescent moons behind. You continued to work over his skin, scraping over his rib cage, eliciting a "Fuck, babe..." from his lips. You made your way up to his chest and scratched down his right arm, leaving red lines from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

"Harder," he nearly growled.

"Buck, I don't want to make you bleed..." you whispered, taking a brief pause.

"You won't- I'm a super soldier," he joked, "and even if you did...I wouldn't mind. Come on, baby, hurt me".

You obliged, gripping his shoulders with abandon as you felt his skin giving way beneath your sharp talons. He let a deep, dirty moan rumble out of his chest as he felt the sting, and nodded against your lips in approval.

"Hang on," you murmured as you pushed him off of you and down onto his back before straddling his hips. Staring down at him, you admired the red lines you'd left behind on his skin, and felt excitement at adding more. He was completely at your mercy, practically begging you to rip him apart, and you were happy to do so.

Teasingly, you let one sharp nail drag from his chest to the waistline of his jeans. His hips twitched under you slightly, and he couldn't contain the whiny moan that fell from his lips. You flashed a devilish grin at him before laying your hands flat against his collarbones and slowly curling each finger until your nails were pressed into his skin. His eyes screwed shut as you slowly yet firmly raked your nails from his clavicles to the bottom of his ribcage, making his hips thrust upward yet again.

Your left hand gripped his right bicep, digging into it without restraint as you pressed hard, messy kisses against his lips. You let your right hand lightly stroke his chest, teasing him mercilessly until giving him what he wanted. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you finally scratched his chest, digging in as hard as you could-just the way he liked it.

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barnxsromanxff · 3 years

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relieve the pain | Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!reader

Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

this is part 3 of a series!

part 1 part 2 masterlist

Prompt: Bucky shows you how much he loves your body

Pairing: Bucky barnes x pregnant!reader (f)

Warnings: fluff/ smut 18+ no minors, horny bucky, pregnant sex, talk of sore muscles, mention of bodily fluids, and poor self image, it’s fluffy but also smutty...

A/N: sorry it’s a little long lol i got carried away. i hope you guys are enjoying this series, if you have any ideas for this series then send in a request! love u all<3

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“Bucky!”

It’s been ten minutes and you still can’t open this jar, you groan and hit it again hoping it would magically pop open for you. The rush of foot steps running towards you made you roll your eyes but your heart warm, every time you needed something he ran as fast as he could. It was sweet, but a little much.

“Is everything okay?”

He was breathing hard and he put his hand against the wall to rest, he lifted his head and smiled as you continued to struggle with the jar.

“I just want a sandwich but this stupid jar won’t open.”

You slammed it onto the counter and folded your arms across your chest, you closed your eyes and breathed in slow. A hand rested on your lower back and rubbed under your shirt, you moaned as he pressed on the muscles. Your body ached all day, your breasts were sore and all the emotions you felt before were on max.

“I’m sorry buck, i’m such a mess. I cant do this and I feel horrible all the time. I look horrible.”

Your body shook and you let a sob out, he adjusted himself and hugged you from behind. He kissed the top of your head and held you as you cried. He hated this feeling, the feeling of being completely helpless. He was so incredibly proud of you, you were carrying his child and he knew you were stronger at this than he would ever be.

“You’re okay dove, you’re doing so good. Do you want to know something?”

You sniffled and nodded hoping his words would cheer you up.

“I think you are so incredibly beautiful and strong. Our child is gonna grow up to be just like you, and I know you’ll be the best mama. You’ve done so good, just a little longer and we’ll have them.”

You smiled and leaned your head back against his body, your tears began to disappear and you thought about his words. Buckys nose nuzzled on your neck and his teeth grazed the skin, you shivered against his touch.

“And with a pregnant belly you look extremely attractive, sexy.”

You laughed and looked up at him, you thought he was joking but his eyes said something different. Eyes full of lust he rubbed your swollen stomach and kissed your lips softly, his tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned into the kiss. He picked you up bridal style making sure to be careful and carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down gently and kissed your lips and all along your jaw.

“Wait, buck i’m not sure about this.”

He sat up and tilted his head, he rubbed your arms and nodded.

“You know orgasms can relieve pain. But if you aren’t comfortable we can wait.”

He kissed your nose and lips again and kept his hands on your arms, you regretted saying it but you just weren’t sure if you could. You craved his touch, it had been over 2 months since you two had been intimate but you couldn’t find the courage. You were embarrassed, your body was changing at such a fast rate. New stretch marks and extra skin was on your body, purple and white marks graced your stomach and thighs as well as your lower back. Your breasts were so sensitive and sore all the time, new stretch marks formed on them and you were growing tired of the changes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to but it’s just...”

Your voice trailed off and you sat up with him next to you, your eyes watered and you looked down at your stomach.

“I don’t know if you’ll like what you see.”

His heart broke as he looked at your face, your face was red with embarrassment and your eyes were watering.

“oh Y/n...”

You bit your lip and glanced up at your husband, he seemed to stare at you with some sort of look but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Let me show you how beautiful I think you look, trust me my love.”

He picked up your hand and kissed the knuckles, you smiled and nodded hesitantly. You scooted up on the bed and laid down again, you were nervous. It reminded you of when you two had first had sex with each other, it was definitely something.

“Relax doll, I’ve got you. You’re the most perfect woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

He kissed your forehead and lips, his legs climbed over yours and he straddled your thighs. He kissed your neck and sucked on the skin, he made sure to be gentle but still enough to please you. You moaned as he sucked on your sweet spot, hands now tangled in his hair.

“You’re such a pretty girl y/n”

His praises made your body tingle, his words were the most powerful thing about him. He kissed down your sternam and he looked up at you for permission.

“Go ahead.”

He ripped your shirt open and stared in awe at your chest, he bit his lip and his hands kneaded your breast. You sucked in a breath and shook your head.

“Be gentle, they’re sore.”

He nodded and released his grasp, his lips kissed the valley and licked the skin. His warm tongue teased your nipples and your body bucked up. He smirked and bit his lip, he stared at your naked chest and made his way lower. He slid off your pajama shorts and your blue underwear. He threw them across the room and kissed your stomach, all over it. He caressed and kissed any stretch marks, he muttered words under his breath and his made his way lower. He slipped his finger in between your folds and you sighed, he started out slow. You held onto his wrist and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Please James.”

He growled and slipped in another finger, his pace quickened and your shut your eyes. You could feel the warmth in your lower abdomen come, it tightened and buzzed in your body. Bucky sucked on your nipples and bit them softly, his tongue touched every surface and you loved it.

“Such a goddess, how did I end up with you.”

You whimpered and nails dug into his arms, scratching down as it all became to much. You clenched around his thick fingers, his thumb rubbed your sensitive ball of nerves and it tipped you over the edge. You screamed and dipped your head back, your vision became white and your body trembled.

“So good.”

He kissed your temple and when you opened your eyes he was above you completely naked. Your eyes widened as you looked down, his hard cock pressed against your inner thigh. His precum dripped down and his tip was red and bulging out. A beautiful sight.

He rested your legs on his thighs and sat up, he watched as he slid in slowly. Once he was fully in he leaned down and caged your body with his arms, he slid out and in again. Your eyes closed and your head lulled to the side, his pace was slow but so delicious. He leaned down and hummed against your skin, he bit your shoulder and began to pick up the pace.

“You feel so good, pretty pussy takes me so well.”

You whimpered against his touch and closed your eyes, he grabbed your jaw and made you made him.

“Look at me beautiful, let me see that pretty face as I fuck you.”

Your eyes watered and you moaned loud, his finger found your clit and rubbed circles. He groaned and watched your eyes as you reacted to his touch. Your skin felt like it was on fire, his touch burned you with pleasure. He sat back up and fucked your body with hard thrusts, the sound of your slick core encouraged his movements. He fucked you just like that, his throbbing cock was deep inside you. You pulled him down against your body and kissed him hard, your teeth clicked together and you slid your tongue into his warm mouth.

“Come on doll, give it to me.”

His voice was low and so intoxicating, you kissed his cheek and moaned into his skin. His kisses on your skin were wet and warm, spit was left on your neck and down your breast. He toyed with your hard nipples, making your body break. Your back arched and you screamed, your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes closed tight and your pussy clenched around his cock.

“You’re gonna kill me y/n”

Your body was shaking as his hips stuttered and his body gave out, he held his body up and his seed filled your walls. He moaned loud and cursed, his sweat coated body rolled off of yours. His chest heaved up and down and you both laid like that for a few minutes before you finally spoke.

“Well that was amazing.”

You breathed out a laugh and turned your head to see he was already looking at you, he smiled and kissed your temple.

“I told you to trust me.”

He got off the bed and returned with a warm wet cloth and a bottle of water, he opened it and handed it to you as he spread your legs. His hands were soft as he cleaned up the shared mess, his lips kissed your thighs and discarded the cloth. You put down the water and cuddled into his warm body, he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your stomach.

“Hopefully we weren’t to loud for her.”

Buckys head turned and looked at you with wild eyes, he rubbed his eyes and continued to look at you.

“Her?”

It was your turn to have wild eyes, your mouth opened but no words came out. You sat up and bit your lip.

“Well... yes her. I’m sorry Buck I just couldn’t wait anymore. Are you upset?”

He sat up fully and ran his hands through his hair, he looked towards the window so you couldn’t see his face.

“Buck?”

He turned back to you and he had tears streaming down his face. He hugged your body and placed a bunch of kisses all over your face.

“We’re having a baby girl.”

He seemed so happy and excited, his smile showed his teeth and he laughed in joy.

“I’m gonna have a daughter.”

You laughed and nodded, you kissed his cheek and got up off the bed. You reached for something underneath the bed and pulled out a sonogram and her information and handed it to him.

“Look at the top, it says female.”

He took the paper and smiled at his tiny daughter.

“She’s gonna look just like her mama.”

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highdramas · 3 years

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the world’s a little blurry | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2107

summary: bucky is home, and he is yours

note: this is a one shot for now, but i definitely have more ideas for these two <3 this’ll be heavily inspired by tfatws so this is a spoiler warning for anything mentioned! also this is my first time writing bucky so pleaseeeeee give me some mercy lol

enjoy! <3

it’s nearly three in the morning, and you’re lucky if you stay up past midnight, so bucky makes a point to be quiet as he tiptoes into the apartment. after a mission gone awry in the apartment building where you had been neighbors, you’ve been staying with the superhero. something about not losing you and you’re safest here. bucky’s not stupid— caring about someone is a gamble, and it had become clear to his enemies who exactly it was that he cared about.

living with you came lots of things that bucky was not expecting. first off, you’re very cluttered. you call it controlled chaos, he calls it a mess. he’s fascinated by the state of your night stand, mostly. a dying plant and one loose airpod, two half empty water bottles, an empty starbucks cup.

second off, you have a cat. her name is katherine, but you call her kitty, occasionally kiki. and while bucky had been determined not to get attached, after awhile, it was difficult not to. she rubbed up on his legs, cuddled in his lap on the couch, slept on his chest in the middle of the night. she’s fucking adorable, and not even the winter soldier can deny that.

third off… you. you as a whole. he’s sure that it would’ve been a shock living with anyone, but the care that you give him… he’s not used to having someone making sure he’s eating. he’s not used to someone checking up on him throughout the day. he’s not used to having someone to come home to.

it’s nice.

it feels safe.

and he’ll kill anyone who tries to take this peace away from him.

bucky groans as he shucks his jacket off, feeling exactly where his muscles ache. he tries to keep his volume minimal. finally, he opens the door to the bedroom. the bedroom that you share.

this was the biggest adjustment of all.

he’d barely slept in a bed at all before you came along. too soft, too comfortable. he told you as much that first night, and what you had said shocked him.

“well, i’ll just sleep on the floor with you.”

no, oh, just get in bed. no, c’mon, it’s nice. none of those things. just understanding.

but it was more than understanding. it was meeting him exactly where he was.

that was three months ago, and you had kept your word. if you weren’t sleeping on the floor with him, you were on the couch with your hand tangling down, brushing along his hair, his shoulder. every time he felt you bucky swore that he could cry.

it was two months ago that he suggested you both sleep in the bed. and while it wasn’t every night, and some nights he padded out to the living room with a blanket and pillow… it was progress.

and he would wake up to find that you had joined him on the floor.

the nightmares weren’t gone. he’s not sure if they ever would be. but they were growing few and farer between, and the ones he did have were growing more manageable.

things were getting better.

of course, they were not perfect. and he knew that you didn’t expect them to be. he has therapy once a week, sometimes twice during the particularly hard weeks. he’s grown close with sam and his family. and… you.

his girl.

as the door creaks open, he almost chuckles at the sight of you. you’re laying horizontally across the bed, taking up both your side and bucky’s. katherine is curled in at your chest, her nose nearly touching yours. your mouth is open and he can see that there’s a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth, and that does make him laugh. it stirs you and he freezes.

bucky watches as you slowly wake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and then rubbing the drool from your mouth. “ew,” you mumble, still half asleep, and bucky leans in the doorway wearing a smirk.

“go back to sleep, doll.”

you hum and stretch, and so does katherine, giving a wide yawn. “you’re home.”

home.

had he ever had a home before?

he did once, as a child. a time that feels so distant, so separate from the life that he leads now. sometimes, it’s hard to even picture the faces of his family members.

he had this apartment, but it never felt like home. not until you waltzed into it with your clutter and your laughter and your vibrancy. not until you cooked dinner hip to hip, not until you listened to music that he had never heard of, not until you watched some movie that was your favorite.

you’re home.

bucky smiles and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair back. “i’m home,” he says quietly. “i’m sorry i’m so late.”

you shake your head, your hand taking his. he still wears the gloves. you raise your eyebrows at him. “can i?”

he nods. you make quick work of removing each of his gloves, tossing them across the room, which makes bucky smile. he knows he’ll be picking those up in the morning. you press a kiss to his palm, the one that is flesh and bone. and then you take the other and do the same. “missed you, buck.”

something in his heart constricts as he watches you-- washed in moonlight that comes in through the window, sleepy smile on your face, eyes fixed on him. he knows that look, and he knows what it means. he doesn’t know if he deserves it, but he tries. he’ll always try for you.

“i wasn’t even gone twenty four hours,” the smirk is evident in his tone even if you can’t see it, but you scoff and roll your eyes. “i think you’re needy.”

“needy!” you repeat and laugh, falling back onto the pillow. kitty stirs and looks up at bucky, letting out a loud meow. “she’s the needy one. look at her.”

“both of you.” he scratches kitty’s head and then kisses the top of yours before he stands again. “i’m gonna shower.”

sleep is escaping you and you push yourself up onto your palms. “can i join you?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek and shrugs his shoulders innocently. “better pick up the pace then, soldier.”

with a laugh, you kick the sheets off of you. “yes sir.”

he rolls his eyes and you both shuffle into the bathroom. now, in the light, you’re able to get a good look at him. and your jaw drops slightly at what you see. “bucky,” you say and he already knows what’s coming. you touch the side of his face where a bruise is blossoming. “how the hell does this even happen?”

“part of the gig.”

you groan and he smiles and he does so because he loves you. he loves your mess and he loves your doting, he loves your cat and he loves coming home to see that you’ve taken up the entire bed. “you’re an old man. one of these days you’re gonna have to retire.”

“got unfinished business first.”

you know of his past. of course you do. although, you’re a firm believer that it’s not his past, rather than a past that was decided for him against his will. you’ve made a point of making your stance in that clear. you have heard stories of what bucky has done, but you have tutted and shaken your head. “what hydra did.”

these are the things that bucky tells himself, but it is different to hear it from someone else. someone who is not steve, or sam, or another avenger who has also committed morally grey acts. because, yes, they are all good and trustworthy and worth listening to-- but you. you are his girl. you are his girl who laughs at his jokes and teases him and never once babies him for what happened to him, but you’re also the girl who has woken him from nightmares, who has tended to his wounds, who has been held back from a fight just to defend his honor. you have seen him in his entirety, and you have never balked.

“alright, well--” it’s not lost on you how his eyes trail down your body as you undress, turning on the water and checking the temperature. “as soon of this business of yours is finished…”

“i know.”

the two of you share a look and he gives a crooked grin. “you look nice.”

“there’s dried drool on my face.”

“yeah, i know.”

it’s been nearly a year since you met james buchanan barnes and yet he still gets you to blush. he practically lights up at the sight of the color on your cheeks. “are you--”

“shut up and get in the shower,” you retort, pulling back the curtain and stepping into the steaming water.

“yes, ma’am.” you hear the shuffling of his clothes falling to the floor and then he is behind you, hands going up and down your arms. you let out a sigh and tilt your head back, peering up at him. water trails down his nose, dripping off and onto your forehead.

you don’t tell bucky, but you do worry. you worry every second that he’s gone on a mission. you know that you don’t have to say it, that he knows. and you trust that he will come home to you. bucky turns you and he holds your face in his hands and he presses his lips to yours and you know that he feels the same way.

i’ll always come back is spelled out in the way that he kissed you, the way that he holds the back of your head. we have forever is heaved from your lungs as he sucks the air from you.

when you part, you smile at his lips-- slightly swollen, pinker than normal. you rub your thumb along the bottom one and he catches your hand. he presses it on his chest, right where his heart hides beneath skin and bone. “you don’t have to do all of this to make up for what they did to you,” you say over the sound of water. “you’re allowed to have a normal life, if you want it.”

“i know.” he pushes a piece of wet hair from your face. “i just don’t--” he shakes his head and you know this all too well-- he doesn’t quite know what to say, he starts closing up and off and away, the high walls that guard his heart and mind beginning to take shape. “i feel like if i don’t… what was it all for?”

delicate hands move across his torso. you lather up a loofah and begin washing away blood and grime. “bucky,” you say and he looks at you, steely blue eyes staring right into yours. “you make people happy. you have people who love you, who care for you. you don’t owe the world reparations.”

he winces as you go over a particular bruise and you slow your movements, make them featherlight. “all i know is,” you begin. “whatever it is you want, whatever it is that fulfills your life… make sure it’s for you.”

a smile curls on his face and he stills your hands. “thank you.” he takes the loofah from you. “let me get you.”

“but i’m not done--”

“please. let me.”

you surrender and he begins to wash you, and your forehead falls to his shoulder, calm washing over your body. you could’ve been standing there for minutes or hours, you’re unsure. he pushes your hair back and at some point you realize that he is washing your hair, and you press gently open mouthed kisses against his chest and you hear his breath catch and you fall in love with him all over again.

“let me get yours--” you mumble around a yawn and you watch as he smirks down at you. “really, let me.”

bucky shakes his head and he turns the water off. “tomorrow,” he says.

you towel off and when you clamber into bed, you feel the weight of him beside you, your cat nestled between the both of you. you feel him pull you into him, his breath against your neck and his lips against your pulse point, and your eyes flutter shut. before sleep captures you, you murmur, “i love you, james bucky barnes.”

the feeling of his smile against your skin is imprinted on your heart, and his words coax you into sleep-- “i love you too, doll.”

bucky barnes sleeps through the night and doesn’t wake once.

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the-winter-spider · 3 years

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Giving Up

Characters: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, depression, drinking, self loathing, heart ache, possible suicide attempt/character death

A/N: This is some crappy all over the place writing but ive had it in my drafts foreeevvver, so I just want it out of there lol I wrote this when I was wine drunk, of course like always nothing is proof read. Enjoy!

You were happy, the key word is were. You don't know where everything went so horribly wrong, when you started to let someone dictate how you felt about yourself and the world. You don't know where the line between falling in love with him and him breaking your heart started and ended, but it hurt. You felt like a shell of who you once were, you were a robot. You could speak words and sound like yourself, you even laughed at his jokes but you didn't feel that laughter, it was like someone was controlling you, you didn't feel anything, you were numb.

You were swirling whisky in your cup watching it whisk around before letting a sign out downing the rest of it, placing it down on the bar counter, your eyes waiting for the bartender to meet yours “Make it a triple this time please” he nodded and started on your drink. Thanking him you took a big swig of it, the burning feeling down your throat was the best feeling because you could finally feel something you felt like you were deteriorating. Your eyes were scanning the room, you don't remember how long ago you arrived or how much time as passed since then, you made a B-line right to the bar as soon as you entered, you knew you should go out and mingle, say hello to your fellow teammates to continue to put up the facade you were fine, whatever that meant anymore. You didn't want to tip them off on how you were feeling, you wanted to deal with this feeling alone, you already felt like a burden and god knows how much everyone already had on their shoulders, you weren't anything special, having ‘abilities’ or not, you were just another beating heart roaming this planet.

breath. drink. breath. drink. breath. drink. drink.

Your heart felt like it was going burst out of your chest as you finally felt your feet moving for you away from the bar, your hands were getting clammy, you tried your best to stay focused on the task you set out for, treating this like a mission, you felt yourself turning into a robot putting on this facade, a smile was forming on your face as you slowly approached a group of your teammates.

“y/n!” Everyone said in unison, all smiling at you and for some reason that didn't make you happy, but you smiled back “Hey, great party”

“You hate these parties” Steve laughed

“I know but I love the free liquor” Taking a big gulp of the golden liquid

“Touche” Natasha said raising her glass

Everyone fell into a comfortable conversation, you just stood there, giving out a forced laugh every time you saw someone else laugh. You were here physically but mentally you were elsewhere,

You could feel the room spinning, feeling a pair of hands land on either side of your waist, you didn't have to look up to know who it was, you could feel who it was, even though your heart was broken it still beats for him, although deep down you just wish it would stop all together, things would be easier.

“Y/n? you okay” Bucky's lips moved

“W-what?” You stuttered, not fully processing what was said, your mind was still processing the intoxicating feeling he gave you “Yeah, i'm good” you smiled.

“You sure?” He knew something seemed off about you, god he knew everything about. “Yeah Buck, I’m good”

He eye’d you up in down removing his hands from your waist “You look beautiful”

Your stomach was swirling with those oh so familiar butterflies “Thanks Buck, um you look nice as always”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

You wanted to, so badly but you knew if you did your heart would break all over again because you were just friends and he didn't feel that way about you, and he made that very clear at Tony’s last party when you were drunk and told him you loved him and he just walked away and didn't talk to you for a week and when he finally did he acted as if nothing had happened, that was 3 months ago.

___

“Alright there y/n, i think you’ve had enough to drink”

“You are not my father Bucky, you don't get to tell me what to do” You sternly said, pointing your index finger in his face, while a playful smile broke out on your face, your cheeks were red, he was right you had too much to drink.

“Yes Doll, i know that but-”

“I mean you could be old enough to be my grandfather though”

“And that's how I know you’ve had enough to drink, once you bring out the old timer jokes” Bucky reached for your glass, you pulled it back

“Nuh huh let me finish this, that would be a waste!” you downed the rest.

Bucky rolled his eyes “I'm sure, no im positive Stark can afford it”

Slamming the cup onto the table, standing up “There now I’ve had enough”

Bucky shook his head smiling up at you, reaching his hand for yours “Let me walk you back to your room, doll”

You took his hand in yours “Always a gentleman”

“Anything for my best girl”

You two made your way to the door, leaving the party “Bye lovebirds!” You heard Sam yell as you were almost through the door, both Bucky and you didnt turn around you both just flipped him off, earning a chuckle from him and your other teammates.

You and Bucky weren’t anything but friends, your teammates always joked about you two hiding a relationship and that they knew you were together, Bucky and you would simple laugh it off and deny it every time, you spent all your time together, even on missions you two were glued to the hip always having each others backs. You would train together, eat together, your rooms were directly across from each other’s. Spending that much time with someone, you of course were going to develop feelings for him, you don't remember when you fell in love with him, it started out as a simple crush nothing more, but one day you woke up and saw him differently, it was something you never felt before, so forgien to you, but you pushed that feeling as far down as you could. Your friendship with Bucky was more important than any stupid feeling you had.

“Well here we are” Bucky’s voice pulling you from your thoughts, he let go of your hand turning to face you.

“Here we are” You gave him a drunken smile, you were buzzing, your stomach was tinglying you could feel your thoughts making their way to your mouth.

“Goodnight y/n” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, you felt his lip just light graze the side of yours, your head was exploding, he pulled away turning around to walk across the hall to his room.

I love you Bucky” you blurted out, your hands flew to your mouth, maybe he was right you had drank too much, you knew that. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, whisky pumping through your veins, your eyes watching his every move. He stopped, you could see his body tense up, the air in the hallway got thick, you were beating yourself up from being so careless with your words. Your eyes still glued to his back. It felt like minutes had gone by but you knew it was only seconds, the next thing you knew his door was slamming shut and you were standing in the hallway with mascara running down your face.

“Y/n?”

“S-sorry, what did you say?”

Bucky cleared his throat “I asked if you wanted to dance with me?”

“Um i actually was just about to go get another drink, maybe next time” You lifted up your empty glass.

“How many have you had?” His eyes were intensely staring into yours, you knew he was searching for the lie you were about to tell.

“This is my second”

“Bullshit”

You scoffed rolling your eyes “Look Buck, I am an adult I can make my own choices and I quite frankly do not need or want your opinion on how many drinks I have tonight or ever, again.” You stormed away, you don't know what came over you, you’ve never spoke to him like that ever, but looking into those blue eyes you could feel all the walls you built up around you after that night crumbling down from him just looking at you, you panicked and had to do something, to show you wouldn't cave again.

“Want the same thing as before Miss y/l/n?” The bartender asked

“Um no, sorry you can just have this back” You placed the cup on the counter shoving it towards him “done for the night” You felt shame bubbling up from the depths of you on how you left Bucky affect you once again. You were distracted by someone coming up and placing a hand on your shoulder. You tensed up.

“Woah y/n, i come in peace” Sam laughed throwing up a peace sign with his drinkless hand

“Sorry Sam” You turned to face him offering him a smile.

“What's a beautiful girl like you doing over here all by yourself?”

“Leaving”

“What! the party isn't even over yet!” He beamed

“I know Sammy, but I'm tired” You gave him sad eyes, he knew what you meant. He pulled you into a tight hug “Alright, you call me if you need anything, i mean it” He kisses the top of your head before letting you go.

“I will, thanks Sammy”

You signed making your way towards the exit, you turned around one last time to see everyone laughing and smiling, why couldn't you do that? And mean it. Your eyes searched the crowd looking for a certain super soldier you hated that you did but you couldn’t help it, when they landed on him, you felt another piece of your heart shatter and there wasn't much left at this point. He was twirling around a certain redhead, both of their smiles matching one another, she was so perfect you couldn't blame him, how could anyone love someone like you, with someone like that around. His eyes met yours, piercing into your soul, he gave you a questioning look, he stopped twirling her almost immediately, he said something to her before he made his way through the crowd towards you.

shit.

+++++

You groaned rubbing your eyes, the sun beating down on you “FRIDAY close the blinds please”

“Yes Miss y/l/n”

“FRIDAY what time is it?”

“It's almost noon”

You felt defeated, you could still feel your make up glued to your face from the night before. Your stomach ached from your stupidity, how could you be so reckless with your words? You were a trained interrogator, spy, assassin and you let your drunken thoughts take over and get the best, or was it the worst of you? You felt numb, not sure if it was from the mix of sleeping pills and Advil you took the night before so you could finally sleep, after spending hours crying. Your mind wandered to what Bucky thought, how was he? Why didn’t he say anything back? How could he just shut the door on you like that. You shook those thoughts away, taking a big sip from the water bottle beside you.

You made your way to your shower letting the water wash away everything from last night, you didn't dare look at yourself in the mirror when you passed by, you didnt care what you looked like, you already knew, it was going to be exactly how you felt, like shit. You pulled on a pair of leggings, searching for an oversized t shirt you could run in, you passed over one of Bucky's henleys you stole, you held it in your hands letting out a small whimper before placing it back in your closet and settling on an oversized band tee instead. As you pulled your shoes on you signed looking at your white sheets stained with black mascara and red lipstick. Pulling all your sheets off you, peaked out of your room to make sure the coast was clear of the super soldier who lived across the hall from you, taking a step back in your room to grab your phone and headphones.

“Hey FRIDAY where's Bucky?”

“He’s in the gym Miss”

You let out a sign of relief, the laundry room was nowhere near the gym. You were hoping not to run into anyone to hear stupid comments about how drunk you were last night, you weren’t up for the stories. You could hear two voices as you rounded the corner, grunting as you braced yourself.

“There she is!” Sam gave you a cheeky grin

“Hi”

“How are you feeling y/n?” Steve asked.

“Like shit if in being honest” You gave a small smile

“You were wild last night” Sam beamed

“Yeah i think i'm done with Tony’s parties for a while”

Sam gave Steve a look and Steve shook his head, giving him his famous ‘don't even think about it look’, Sam being Sam came back with his ‘Im gonna do it look’ he turned to you with this mischievous smile “Off to the laundry room I see”

“Yup” You put emphasis on the P, not sure where this was going, you watched Steve roll his eyes.

“Did you have a good sleep last night?”

“Nope”

Steve could tell you were getting annoyed you weren’t one to give such short responses, Sam didn’t care because he loved bugging you and Bucky.

“How odd, neither did Bucky, and how weird your taking your sheets to the laundry room because they’re dirty, and one more thing I find weird is you left together” He was wiggling his eyebrows now, you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Sam, nothing happ-“

“We heard you”

Your eyes went wide “Heard what?”

“Oh Buckyyyy, don't stop'', Sam laughed, hitting Steve’s shoulder, who had a small smile on his face.

Your head was spinning, you tried to remember if you heard anything last night but you took the sleeping pills, Bucky wouldn't do that after you confessed your love to him, would he? Did you really mean that little to him? You didn’t want to hear anymore you just pushed past both of them, before your felt the tears starting to well up again ‘dont cry dont cry’

“Oh great now look what you did, she pissed” You heard Steve say too Sam. "I was just playing around y/n, come on!"

You tossed your sheets in the washing machine, everything was such a blur your mind was racing with thoughts, you just wanted to get out of the compound, you didnt wanna be in the same building as Bucky, the thought of him with another woman invaded your mind. When did he go back to the party? Was it shortly after he shut his door on you? Did he even try to check up on you after? Did everyone in the tower think it was you? You were biting your nails eager to get out of the elevator. ``I should have taken the stairs’ you thought as you heard a ping. You rushed out like there was a grenade in the elevator, you were stopped when you ran into a firm being standing outside of the elevator, you felt two hands steady you, one warm, one cold. You knew it was you didn’t dare look up, his hands lingered on either side of your before you pushed passed him running out of the compound.

___

You could see Bucky getting closer, weaving through the crowd of people, you don't know why but you just stood there watching him, you wanted to run but you felt as if your feet were glued to the ground, he finally made it through the crowd.

“Are you leaving?”

You nodded in response, you knew if you spoke your words would betray you, again.

His eyes were doing what they did best scanning you again, he took a step closer “Without saying goodbye?”

“I said goodbye to Sam” your voice could barely be heard due to the loud music. If it wasn't for the serum enhancing his hearing he wouldn’t have heard you.

“Do you hate me that much?”

You were taken back by what came out of his mouth, you scoffed did he really not get it? “Bucky, why are you making a big deal out of this? I will see you at the mission briefing tomorrow” You turned to walk away but felt him grab your arm.

“I miss you Doll” His facial features softened.

You took arm away from his, shaking your head “No, you don't get to do this”

“Do what?”

“You know what James, I confessed my love to you, drunkenly and stupidly, I might add. And you shut me out, you made love to another woman the same night” You watched his face morph into guilt and shame. You knew who was in his bed that night, you figured it out on your run You decided you would deal with her later, she was still your sister after all. “Then you try to act as if nothing ever happened, I am tired and I just can't do this with you anymore”

“Doll, i-“

“Stop calling me that!” You shouted

“I loved you with all that I had in me, so when you left you took that love with you, y-you took everything with you when you shut the door on me.” You cried out, not caring if you made a scene, you gave everything you had, which wasn't much to Bucky, and the way he responded when you confessed hurt more than if he would of regetected you with words..

“Do-, y/n, let me explain, please. I never meant— i dont -.”

“Oh Bucky cut the crap, you knew what you were doing. I wanted you with every atom, every cell that was in me, but you went running to her the same night.” You didn't need to say her name, he knew who you were talking about and you didn't blame him, you couldn't she was the complete opposite of you, she was everything you weren’t. She was perfect.

Bucky was staring at you at a loss for words, Addams apple bobbing “Goodbye Bucky” with that you turned on your heel, wishing it was tomorrow already.

*+*+*+*

“Miss y/l/n, I am sorry to wake you but Mr. Stark has requested everyone in the debriefing room”

You signed, you barely got a wink of sleep, you changed quickly out of your sweats, making yourself look somewhat presentable. Grabbing a quick coffee before making your way to the meeting room.

“Nice of you to finally join us” Tony joked

“Caffeine comes first” You lifted up the cup.

You scanned the room for a place to sit, the only place available was beside Bucky, you opted to stand, leaning against the glass wall, Sam looked at you raising his eyebrow, you shook your head, he gave you a sad look.

“So as you're all aware, from reading the memo I got FRIDAY to send out Thursday”

“There was a memo?” Sam joked, earning a small smile from you. You knew he was trying to get you to laugh, when he saw he got a smile his eyes lit up.

Tony rolled his eyes “Anyway, we have a new mission that is going to be more on the dangerous side, and if anyone wants to bail out now will judge” Tony finished clapping his hands together.

“All of our missions are dangerous Tony, we fought and won against things out of this world” Nat rolled her eyes.

“This is different, we’re not going up against things that didn’t know our strengths and weaknesses, things that didn’t know what we were capable of. “ He paused, to stand back up, roaming around the table “These people, they know us, they’ve had the chance to study us. Do you guys remember when the file system got hacked a couple of months ago?” A series of “yeah’s” “Yes’s” were heard throughout the room, you nodded when he glanced at you.

Tony took a deep breath “These were the people who took them, they know each and everyone of us better than we know each other, they know your past, hell probably even your futures, what I am saying this isn’t just going to be physically draining, but mentally. If you want to be a part of this mission you need to be prepared for anything.”

The room was silent, all eyes were on Tony, your eyes drifted examining everyone in the room, you slowly looked back at Tony “I’m in” you spoke softly.

Tony, as well as everyone’s darted towards you, “You don’t even know the mission yet y/n” Tony spoke.

“I know but someone’s gotta do it, and even if at the end everyone says no, i just want you to know i’ll do it, not matter what” You could feel Bucky's eyes peering into your soul, he wanted you to look at him but you simply wouldn’t, you were done, you were tired.

Tony went on to explain the mission, the plan he and Bruce had been working on all week, you figured this was the reason he threw the party the night before, to let everyone have one more night of fun before the mentally and physically draining mission. The mission was bad news, they were prepared, they knew all of you better than you knew each other. Tony had found out from a tip that they were planning on attacking the compound but Tony knew you had to bring the fight to them, he wasn’t sure if it was a trap or not, but he knew they were prepared and he had a feeling not everyone would make it out alive, but he hoped otherwise.

“That’s suicide Tony!” Steve shouted jumping up, slamming his hands down on the table making everyone at the table jump.

Tony ran his fingers through his short dark hair “If you’re not comfortable doing this mission no one’s making you Cap”

“Do you not get it? If any of us does this mission there’s a high chance of not making it back. You have to be insane if you think anyone in this room is willing to do that”

“Y/n said she would”

You could feel all they eyes in the room on you, Steve and Tony’s eyes burning into your skull, you swallowed the lump in your throat “I did, and i will, alone or not”

Steve stood up backing away from the table, towards the wall “You are NOT doing this y/n, none is. You can’t be serious”

You took a step away from the wall “I am doing this Steve, I dont care if its a suicide mission, it has to be done. I’m doing this whether you like it or not”

Tony gave you a small nod, “So y/n and I are going, anyone else?”

“I’m with y/n” Nat spoke shrugging her shoulders.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Steve groaned “Anyone else want to do this suicide mission?”

“I’m in” Clint spoke

“Me too” Wanda added

“If everyone else is doing it, i’m gonna seem like a little bitch if i’m not, I’m in” Sam laughed

Tony looks over, both giving them nods and a small smile.

“Buck?” Steve asked, you turned to your right to face him, his eyes gazed into yours, he opened his mouth but no words came out, you knew he was trying to reason with you, plead with you not to go. You kept your eyes hard and face stern.

“If y/n’s doing it, then i am too” he spoke, directing it to Tony.

“Wow, you’re all doing this?” Steve ran his fingers through his golden locks.

“You realize this could be your last mission, if it’s not done right and we’re not careful, we could all die, some of us might not make it home, you understand the risks?” Tony added one more time.

Steve sighed “One of us isn't going to make it out, and to whoever that is, it’s on you Tony”

“One of us?” Tony perked up “Does that mean you’re in Cap?”

Steve stood up pushing the chair back “We leave in 20, suit up”

—-

You were all seated on the jet, there was small chatter coming from Bruce and Tony running through the plan one more time, Steve’s eyes roamed around the whole group looking for any doubt in anyone's face, when his eyes landed on you he was scared, the look on your face was different, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Y/n”

“Yeah Cap?” Your eyes met his

“You ready?”

“Always”

—-

You were running and fast, the green on the tree’s was shooting by, your lungs were burning, feet crunching against the leaves below you. You stopped when you reached the edge of the forest, looking at the edge of the hill in front of you got a rush, you felt alive and completely sober. You took a few steps back really taking everything in from the mission you were running away from.

You heard static coming in from your ear piece “y/n what's your status?” “y/n come in?” a series of different voices came through, you could sense panic and urgency in all of them. The mission was hard, Tony wasn’t kidding, these people knew you were coming and they were prepared and ready. The fight lasted hours, you weren’t sure who was hurt and who wasn’t. You ripped the ear piece out, throwing it over the edge of the cliff, watching it fall down the bottom. You were panting, you hand knife wounds all over your body, you were sure you got shot in the shoulder but you couldn’t feel it, the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental pain that came with the mission, Tony was right they knew your file in and out but there was things that were said that weren’t in the file, things the whole team heard.

—

You ran out of amo hours ago, it was hand combat now you didn’t mind it was your specialty, you were dodging as many punches as you could. The person you were fighting looked at you smirking “You’re right you know”

You used your left leg kicking the person back “Yeah?” you grunted

“He doesn’t love you at all”

Your eyebrows furrowed together “What are you talking about? What is this slumber party, who talks about this during a fight?” You scoffed, taking a throwing knife from your pocket, just missing the person, but grazing their shoulder, they let out a low hiss.

“The winter soldier doesn't love you, you’re right” The person smirked, their eyes glowing yellow.

“Tony i think they’re enhanced” You spoke, dodging another jab.

“You think?” Sam spoke through the comms “it's like they are another version of us!”

“He loves her, he pitied you, he could never love you”

You were distracted, you felt the knife plunge into your leg, you let out a scream. You pulled the knife out of your leg, running at the person, the thing you were fighting, stabbing it over and over and over again “I know” you grumbled.

—-

“Doll” a soft voice came from behind you, you didn't realise you were holding your breath till you turned around and saw him standing there, emotions seeping out from every part of his body, he put his gun down taking a step closer towards you.

“Buck, dont” You took a step back, you could see panic swirling in his eyes.

He nodded “d-doll what are you doing?”

You looked over right shoulder “I just wanna be free”

“p-please come back with me to the jet and w-we can talk about this”

You shook your head “Buck, I'm tired” tears were pooling on your waterline, you gave him a soft smile “I love you, always” before you turned around running the rest of the way to the edge, closing your eyes, the tears rolled down your cheeks, you could hear him screaming your name, heavy footsteps trailed behind you, then ground disappeared.

You were falling fast, you felt free.

You peeled your eyes open when you felt something grab you, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a warm protective embrace.

Bucky.

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johnslittlespoon · 7 days

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leaving bikeriders anon here again i’m going crazy over the back and forth constant neither of them saying anything out of nervousness of it all like of COURSE it would take them forever to actually get together there would have to be an honest to god crisis a completely off-kilter situation for them to get together they’re so bad at communicating. also have not been able to get the thought of them running into each other by chance at a bar across town and even though bucky showed up with people he just ends up at a table in the corner with gale the whole night. gale jokingly asks if john is even old enough to drink which turns into a whole thing where john suddenly has to prove to gale that he CAN drink and he IS old enough and is Definitely Worthy of gale’s attention. anyways!

HIII i'm still ON one about this too dw

exactly my goddd the back and forth would be physically painful to write/read honestly lol the flirtation and the sexual tension!!

ur so right smth absolutely wild would have to happen, or one of them would have to slip up, or there'd have to be an argument where feelings are blurted out in anger/hurt, orrrr, in relation to your idea at the end which i'm going clinically insane over bee tee dubs:

john is so offended by the insinuation that he's too young to drink even if gale's joking, made worse probably by gale throwing in a kid– "you old enough to be in here, kid?" with the corner of his mouth quirking up a bit.

john puffs his chest out and tries not to let the one beer he's had slur his words, goes "'course i am" all huffy, rolls his eyes, reaches for gale's full shot glass while holding determined eye contact and tips it back without a second thought, really has to clench his fist in his lap for a second when it threatens to come right back up, not used to anything quite so harsh.

it's not gale's intention to egg him on like that, john's just bristly, a messy college kid used to bulldozing his way through life, never turning down a bet or challenge, has maybe been watching a pretty girl hang off gale's other side on top of everything and wants to prove that he can be exciting and mature too.

john ends up drinking too much, taking whatever shots the others in gale's group pass him for their entertainment until gale shuts the next person who tries down with a pointed glare, slides the shot glass away before john can reach for it, says "alright, we're cutting you off" when john whines out a complaint, leaning heavily against gale's side.

the night ends with gale helping john out of the bar because john's friends leave long before he does. he gets john out to the parking lot out front, gets him situated on the back of his motorcycle, keeps a hand on his shoulder and asks where home is, and john's like, "oh, no, can't go home like this buck, dad'll gimme a shiner" and gale's jaw clenches hard, but it's not the time to get angry.

he's at a loss, because he's not gonna bring john home to an environment he's had a faint suspicion isn't the greatest since they met (however that might have been, that's shit for me to plot out later lol) but bringing him to his house seems like a bad idea, but he's also not sure what to do and john's friends don't seem the greatest to just leave him with a borderline stranger. so what else is there to do?

"am i gonna have to tie you to me, or are you gonna hold on tight?" he asks as he climbs on the bike in front of john, and john giggles out a "y'can tie me to wh'tever y'want," filter completely gone from how sloshed he is, and gale looks to the sky and says a silent prayer because jesus fucking christ. what.

i'm like 99% certain that alcohol would be involved in a feelings confession, probably that night when it slips out from john's lips, so drunk he doesn't even realize it. nothing would happen that night, because gale's trying to be a responsible adult and he wants to make sure john's not just saying shit, but he's also quite forward, so he'd bring it up in the morning after he's brought john a water and some painkillers, and john would go so red and he'd drop his head into his hands and whisper an "oh my god" because he can't believe he's slipped up so bad.

and then yk. feelings–talk ensues. john is so mortified, he wants to die. gale is so enamoured but trying to be realistic about things. etc etc i'll flesh it all out eventually when it's time to start writing it >:)

#leaving bikeriders au #<- for other posts set in this au/future fic <3 #i already know this au is gonna be stuck in my brain for a while #i'm not gonna be able to shake it loose till i finish the dog fic and then get to writing this one lol #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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allmyspideys · 3 years

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nothing much happens

Summary: you and bucky have to share a room, but you listen to a sleep podcast and really hope bucky doesn’t mind

A/N: idk what i’m doing with this and honestly it’s not very good, but i needed a step away from our wandavision bucky au, so this is what i wrote :) i actually do listen to sleep podcasts and this is a real concern that i have lol… If you have any requests, send them in! Enjoy!

Living at the Avengers compound is usually a dream come true; there’s a full size kitchen with updated appliances, the toilets always work, the ceiling has never caved in, you have a whole room to yourself, and to top it all off, you have some amazing roommates. When you signed on to be the Avengers coordinator and on site manager, you didn’t know that you would be getting some of the best friends that you ever had. You signed on immediately because of the good pay, benefits, and it would get you out of the dingy apartment you had been living in for a while, but the friends were a huge bonus. A dream come true.

When you met James Buchanan Barnes, part of you immediately fell in love. The way his dark hair contrasted with his bright blue eyes and the sharp cut of his jawline. How could anyone not be wildly attracted? But when you looked closer, you could see the pain and resignation in his eyes; he was inn pain and just exhausted, and it was abundantly clear to you. So that day, you set out to just do a little something for him every time you saw him. At first it was just offering a bright smile, then it moved to asking how his day was going or telling a few jokes. Before you knew it, you were seeing Bucky every day and teasing him while cooking dinner together or just sitting in silence when it was a rough day. Bucky sought you out and you were more than happy to be there; he was a fun and amazing guy that you were happy to call your friend.

While the ceiling may not have ever caved in (yet), there was a small fire that broke out in the labs (Thanks Peter…), so everyone that lived on that side of the compound had to move while they fixed it. Which is how you ended up with Bucky sharing your room for a few nights.

Originally the plan was to just have everyone sleep in one of the common spaces. There were couches and lots of blankets, so it would be like one big adult, superhero sleepover. Sounded like fun if you were being honest, but then Bucky came to you with a very valid concern.

You were in the kitchen making breakfast when he pulled you aside.

“Y/N,” Bucky’s hand lingered on your arm, distracting for a moment before you noticed the concern in his voice and evident all over his face, “I can’t sleep with everyone. They can’t all know.”

You wished you didn’t understand immediately. You wished that Bucky would just tell the team; they’d understand. But more importantly, you wished they didn’t happen at all. Without a second though you offered up your room.

“I can’t just take your room,” his forehead scrunched together, just demanding you to run your thumb across it and sooth him.

“Buck, it’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. I always liked sleepovers,” that got a little chuckle out of him, “besides, it’s only for a few days.”

It was like you could see the gears turning in Bucky’s head. You always knew when he was up to something because the thought process was just so clear on his face. It was the way his eyes looked determined and stared straight ahead, but the very slight smirk told you that it was never sinister, but the little scrunch between his eyebrows was the real key to knowing Bucky had come up with something.

“What if I just crash in your room with you,” he asked tentatively. While his face normally showed confidence, there was just uncertainty. Bucky hoped that he hadn’t overstepped. You were his best friend, his confidant, and he just wanted you to be comfortable.

“I’ll take the floor! Of course,” he quickly finished.

Honestly, you didn’t know why you hadn’t thought of it first. It’s not like Bucky hadn’t seen you in your PJs; you ate breakfast in them. You’d fallen asleep on him during movies and definitely on long trips back to the compound. You didn’t even care if you shared a bed, though you’d have to deal with whatever feelings it brought up later…

“Of course Bucky!”

And with that, Bucky Barnes was spending the night with you, which was totally fine. Until you realized it wasn’t.

It’s not that you couldn’t sleep, because you could fall asleep anywhere at any time, the problem was falling asleep when you needed to go to sleep. It was like there was pressure to fall asleep, so it just never happened. Then you found sleep podcasts and listened to them literally every night. After you told Wanda, she started using them too. You’d never felt ashamed about it, but also you hadn’t really been sleeping with anyone, so no one other than Wanda knew about it.

When it came time to go to sleep, after you convinced Bucky that it was really okay to share a bed, you realized that you probably should tell him about the podcast.

Bucky sensed the discomfort before you started saying anything. The concern in his eyes matched the concern in yours.

“I listen to a sleep podcast,” you blurted out.

It took Bucky a moment to even register what you had said, then another moment to register what you were talking about.

“It’s called Nothing Much Happens,” you continued, still looking very concerned. Bucky just looked at you amused. His little smile made your heart skip a beat, not really helping with the nervousness.

“I’ve trained myself to fall asleep to it,” you rambled, just trying to get all the words out and explain yourself, “but it really does help, like I get two sentences in and I’m out, and I think if you try it, well, it could help”.

Bucky gently cupped your face. He was always so gentle with his metal arm; he was still afraid of hurting someone with it and it was never going to be you, he promised himself. But you knew that he never could hurt you and leaned into his metal hand.

“It's okay,” he chuckled, “play whatever you want. I’ll give it a try.”

Bucky always tried what you brought him. There was trust there; it was built up from many laughs and teasing, rough days and long nights, and the sincerity of your personality and heart. You were a light in Bucky’s life, so he tried anything you asked.

As you settled into bed and pressed play, Bucky knew that it would be his first restful night in a long time, though he couldn’t be sure if it was because of you or the podcast. At some point in the night Bucky scooted closer to you. The warmth radiating off his body only pulled you in more and in sleep you fit your body in the little crook of his arm.

You’d never tell him, but Bucky did have a nightmare when he was with you. You woke up to find yourself tucked against his side and panicked a little, but when you realized it was Bucky’s groans that pulled you out of sleep, you couldn’t have cared less. You finally reached up to gently rub your fingers over the little crease between Bucky’s eyebrows, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he fell back into a peaceful slumber. Staying with you those few days really was the best sleep Bucky had gotten in a long time. He’d tell you that the podcast really helped him fall asleep, but really it was you. The feeling from the weight of your head against his chest and the mutual warmth flowing back and forth between you was the most comforting thing he’d ever experienced. Laying in your arms while you ran your fingers through his hair made Bucky feel like he was healing. But of course, it was the podcast that made him sleep better at night.

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dailyreverie · 3 years

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could you do smut prompt 1, 25 + 107 w bucky barnes that could be fun :))

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A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for your request ❤️ This was a fun idea lol This is basically 1.3k words of thirsting over Bucky Barnes, I can't believe myself. THIS IS AN 18+ POST.

SMUT PROMPTS:

1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you”

25. “What did you just say?”

107. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt”

Click here to request a blurb!

Pairing: Bucky x fem. reader

Word count: 1,361

Warnings: Public sex, handjob. DON’T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

It was your idea not to see each other until the gala, just to add an element of surprise to the evening, but a little heads-up on his side would have been appreciated. The second Bucky entered the room you could feel your pupils widening. It was ridiculous, how he managed to look like that was completely ridiculous. Black suit, black shirt, black tie; hair pushed back and stubble spreaded across his chiseled jaw.

“You know you are hitting that already, right?” Nat asked when she saw the state you were in, which could only be described as helpless. “No need to be all thirsty.” You can see her rolling her eyes as yours scan Bucky’s fit body in that suit.

You know he can feel your stare as he approaches you, his reddened cheeks the main indicator of it. His scent reaches your nostrils when he is in front of you, luxurious and dark and so characteristically his; his arm hugs your waist and he presses you against his chest, kissing your cheek as he does. "You look stunning, doll." His fingers toy with the slit that runs along your thigh, soft skin on display for everyone to see.

"You are one to talk." Your eyebrow is quirked as you scan his body once more, your fingers pulling at his tie to pull his lips to yours.

You join the tall table where Sam and Nat are sitting close to the bar, music filling your ears as the party keeps reaching higher energy every time. Laughter and jokes fly around your table once Steve joins you too, but there's something about the way Bucky is holding himself up that night that makes your mind not be able to focus on anything other than him.

Nat and Sam are too focused on the conversation that they don’t notice you sliding a hand up and down Bucky's thigh, your hands not being able to stop themselves from touching his body anymore. Stretching your neck you press a soft kiss to his cheek, and his hand found yours to hold, keeping you close to him as he listened to Sam’s story, drinking his scotch as he did.

“You know what, Barnes?” You whispered, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I want that tie around my wrists while I suck the life out of you.” Your hands travel down his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his tie. Your silky voice, speaking those words against his ear, makes him choke on his drink. Bucky’s cough made Sam look at both of you, eyeing between you two, and he might be curious but he’s learned not to ask much when it comes to Bucky and you.

“What did you just say?” Bucky turned his head to you slightly, his neck and cheeks turning a bright pink color that he hopes he can attribute to the alcohol if anyone asks.

He knew exactly what you said, you could hear it in the way his voice went down an octave, raspy and provocative against your ear. “I’m pretty sure you heard me.” The smirk in your voice as your hand reached down to his crotch says it all. “Or is this just because of how good I look?” Bucky downs his drink, feeling the crotch of his pants getting tighter every second. “I’m not joking, Buck. I could take you right behind the bar.” Your lips reach up again, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and feeling him twitch against your soft palm.

“I did hear, but we are at a gala," He turned around, blocking you from the rest of the group, his hand traveling to the back of your neck to hold you in place. “So don't make me take you home and punish you, babygirl.” Bucky’s eyes went up and down your body lustfully, already picturing the sweet punishment he was going to make you go through, his hand reaching your thigh and squeezing it warningly.

“You don’t have to take me home.” You purr, sliding your hands up and down his chest as you close even more the distance between the two of you. “Do you even think you could wait all the way to your room?”

He coughs a moan when your hand takes a hold of his hardening dick. "What's gotten into you tonight?" He looks between the rest of the table, hoping no one is looking at the little scene you are pulling. His breath is caught in his throat, his chest going up and down in long breaths.

"Nothing yet." Your teeth grasp lightly at his earlobe. "Wanna change that?"

You can see in his eyes that he can't take it anymore. His chair slides back and he stands up, pulling you up with him to cover the arousal you caused him. "We'll be right back guys." Bucky announces, knowing eyes around the table looking at both of you when you smile accomplished.

His grip on your forearm tightness as he pushes you to the hall that leads to the Compound, completely empty now that everyone is at the party. He cages you against the wall in a far corner with his hands at each side of your waist. "Is this what you wanted? To be fucked against a wall?" He growls when you nod your head, open kisses leaving a trail over your skin.

“I couldn’t help it, Buck.” You mumble as your hands work the belt and zipper of his pants while his fumble around the opening of your dress.

“Fuck, did teasing me in front of everyone made you this wet?” He asks as his fingers caress your folds, wetness already at his fingers. His metal hand grabs your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist. Bucky presses his body against yours, holding you in place against the wall, and as his hand goes down to free himself from his boxers his tongue goes to find yours against your lips. The tip of his dick is teasing you in no time, already looking for your entrance while you kiss each other hungrily.

“Shit doll, you are so ready for me.” With a tight grasp of your thigh he pushes inside, moans muffling against your mouth as he thrusts into you. Your hands are flat against his shoulder blades, holding onto him as he rails you against the wall with quick and precise movements. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to get it fast. “You can’t be doing this again, you hear me?” He threatens, feeling your walls clenching around him.

“Are you mad?” You ask as well as you can as he pushes in and out of you, your hips almost bouncing up and down from his movements. Pleasure is already reaching its climax as you speak. “Fuck, Bucky. Let’s just go home.” You are basically begging at this point, begging to feel his skin against yours and take your time with him.

“You don’t get to decide what happens now, babygirl.” His hands grab your ass with a hard grasp, his fingertips almost digging into your cheeks. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

With one last, hard thrust of his hips, and his voice threatening against your ear, a loud moan hits his shoulder as you cum around him. Bucky doesn’t stop, pushing inside you as you climax, your arousal only making him cum harder. His hand hits the wall for support as you both ride down your orgasm, lips finding each other as you do.

Your leg climbs down off his body after a few seconds, regaining your posture and fixing your dress while he fixes his pants. “So for how long are we staying?” You ask. His fingers grasp your hand as you start the walk back to your table.

Bucky pulls your chair out and sits by your side again, except this time his fingers reach to the top of the slit of your dress and go inside, cold metal finding your clit almost by instinct. “For as long as I need to make you understand what not to do in public.”

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kiraswritten · 2 years

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A Soldier Told Me (Reader x Bucky) | end

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pairing: reader x bucky barnes warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY, fluff, sarge kink, dirty talk, nsfw gif summary: Steve rarely gets drunk but once he drinks the liquor Thor brings from Asgard, the man will tell you anything AND everything…a.n: thank you so much for reading! i really liked writing this and i apologize for the lateness of this last part! i think i’ll write an epilogue involving steve ;) but who knows, ive never written a threesome before… so.. yeah! LOL enjoy! MASTERLIST part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six (end)

You found yourself staring at the ceiling one morning, a smile on your lips. Bucky was still fast asleep, his flesh arm draped across your waist, his face smushed on his pillow.

To think this all started because Steve got drunk out of his mind. You let out a small giggle, quiet enough so that Bucky wouldn’t wake up.

Dating Bucky was like being in a romantic comedy but even better, which to your disbelief was your new reality.

All your worries about being in a relationship and being an Avenger were immediately squashed; you were scared that if the two of you were in the field he’d become reckless and unnecessarily protect you.

Because you were teammates first, he fully trusted your abilities; in fact, the two of you worked even better as a duo on missions, surprising everyone in the process.

“It’s cause Barnes finally got laid.” Sam joked, earning him a jab to his side by Steve.

You turn your attention to the man next to you, you sandwich your hands between your head and your pillow, watching Bucky sleep.

He looked so serene and peaceful, you heard him softly snoring, making you bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from smiling any bigger, the simple things make you swoon over him.

You reach out to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin Bucky melts into your touch, his lips curving into a smile.

“Mornin’ Love,” He says huskily, thank god for his morning voice. “When’d you come back, ‘think I fell asleep before you came back.”

“I got back a little after three, sorry I came home so late.” you said, inching closer towards him.

Bucky shook his head, he rubbed one of his eyes, finally opening them.

“Don’t be sorry Darlin’, it comes with the job.” He wraps his flesh arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Now give me a kiss, been missin’ you for days.”

You roll your eyes at him, you’d never get tired of his cheesiness, “I was only gone for two days Baby.”

Bucky leans his face close to yours, rubbing his nose with yours, “Two days is too long, the max I can take being apart from you is ten minutes and that’s already pushin’ it.”

You scrunch your nose, finally giving in and pressing a kiss onto his lips. The second you pull away, Bucky frowns, “that’s it?”

“Buck, morning breath,”

“Must we go through this every morning when I wanna kiss my best girl? Don’t care about morning breath, I kissed you after you ate that God awful green-”

You puff out your cheeks, lightly hitting Bucky’s chest.

Bucky lets out a breathless sigh, amused by your actions. “Just lemme kiss you”

It starts off slow, your lips against his, Bucky’s always made kissing feel special, as if each time was the first; the force behind the kiss barely there till you grow impatient and push back harder.

Bucky does this on purpose, teasing you till you initiate, his hands running down your sides, his metal hand gripping at your waist, his daft fingers playing with waistband of your shorts, amused you had no underwear on.

His fingers drag down your skin, Bucky groans against your lips, “Finally listening to me Darlin’?”

“Shut up, I’m running out of cute underwear cause you keep ripping them off.”

Bucky chuckles, “Can’t say I’m sorry, those things look amazing on you but I’m too impatient to wait,”

Before you could reply, you felt his touch ghosts at your entrance, you let out a sigh.

“Let ‘em out Darlin’, God I love the noises ya make, get me so hard so quick,” He pushes a finger into your core, your slick covering his finger with your juices. Bucky pumps his finger into you, slowly, your eyes shut, gripping onto the sheets.

Bucky adds another finger inside, stretching you slowly, “Fuck, your clenching on me so tight, need to loosen you up so you can take me Darlin’,”

“Fuck,” you gasped as he added the third one in, pumping his fingers quicker.

“Like my fingers stretching ya out Doll? Fuck, you’re soaked,” He grins, drinking up the sight of you falling apart under his touch. He squeezes your left breast, rolling your nipples between his index and middle fingers. “Tell me, how much do ya’ like it?” He teases.

“Ff-uck, I love it Buck, I love your fingers,” you suck in a breath, “Please Buck, need you, need your co-ck f-UCK!” You yelp out, Bucky hitting your g-spot with his fingers, you began matching his pace, fucking yourself onto his fingers.

Bucky lets go of your breast and grips your hips still. He pulls his fingers out, his hand completely drenched in you. He takes all three fingers into his mouth and sucks, moaning at the taste of your juices.

“Delicious,”

You whimper at the loss, your body humming with anticipation.

“You look so good, fuck, you need my cock don’t ya Doll? Need me to fill ya?” He grins mischievously already thinking of the various positions he wants to put you in.

He pushes the head of his cock past your folds, both his hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them down above your head, you whimper ‘yes’ as he slides his cock inside you, slowly, letting you feel him, letting your walls clench around his hardened cock.

With each movement you feel your pleasure build up once more.

“S’fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ good, can’t get enough of ya’Doll, your pussy’s mine, fuck, all mine.” He groans, he brings down his head down to your neck, pressing kisses against your skin till he reaches your pulse point, he licks a stripe down, making you shudder.

“It’s all I think about when you’re gone, your moans, your face, how you feel-”

“Buck, please,” You gasp, unable to finish your sentence.

Bucky’s taking too long for your liking, and he knows it. He knew how to get you so wound up, a single thrust could trigger your orgasm.

“Please what Darlin’?” He teased, his hot breath against your skin.

“Sarge, fuck me, please,” you gasp, feeling his teeth bite down your skin, Bucky grunts as he pulls out halfway then thrusting into you deeply.

“Fuck!” You yell out, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” you chant as Bucky’s thrusts grow deeper and deeper, “Fuck me hard, Sarge!” You moan wantonly.

“The mouth on you, fuck, Darlin, you feel so good,” He grunts, beads of sweat falling down his forehead. “So fuckin’ dirty and all mine,”

With each thrust your orgasm builds, the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach growing.

“Bucky!” It was already to much for you, your grip on the sheets could only do so much to prevent yourself from coming once more, Bucky was hitting you in all the right places.

“Don’t cum yet Darlin’, wait for me,” He tells you, noticing how close you were to your orgasm.

“Please Bucky, I-I can’t-”

He groans, “Hold on for me Doll, just wait,” he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over so that your entire front pressed against the bed, Bucky slides himself back inside you with ease.

Bucky tilts your head upward meeting him in another searing kiss, your eyes shut, fingers pulling at the bedding as he thrusts hard cock in and out.

You pull away from the kiss, taking a huge gulp of breath, “Please Buck, I c-can’t. I need to-fuck Bucky, I need to cum!”

His hand is still at your neck, making you look up at him as his eyes glaze over with lust, Bucky’s eyes roll back, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he lazily looks down at you with hungry eyes.

“Bucky please, fuck oh fuck,”

You suck in a breath, harshly biting down on your bottom lip as he hits your spot perfectly, “fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you curse, shutting your eyes tightly.

“So fucking good, fuck, Baby I’m so close, come for me, cum!” He growls, you press your face onto the bed as his hands fly down at your waist, forcefully pulling your hips to meet his thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot over and over.

Bucky’s kisses your shoulder blade before he groans against your skin, emptying himself inside of you as the two of you came, your whole body buzzing at the amount of pleasure.

His thrusts grew sloppy and slow until his lower body collapses on top of yours, his arms holding himself up so that he wasn’t crushing you fully, you feel him start to place soft kisses against your back.

“You’re incredible.” He mumbles against your skin, letting his soft cock slide out of you, the mixture of your juices dripping down your thighs.

“Hold on,” He says, pushing himself off of you, walking into the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth.

Once you were all cleaned up, Bucky quickly changes the bedding, dumping all of sheets as well as your clothing into the laundry bin. In record time the two of you are cuddling once more in bed under the warm comforter, your head resting on Bucky’s flesh arm.

You could feel Bucky’s gaze on you as you lazily drew circles on his chest, your face began to heat up, making him chuckle, “Am I staring at you too much?”

You grin, shaking your head no.

“Sometimes it still feels so unreal I guess… I feel like the luckiest woman alive being with the love of my life.” you say.

Bucky leans in for a soft kiss, a smile growing on his lips, “I love you too Darlin’ I feel the same way.”

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Promises, promises

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.

Word Count: 6,555 (oops I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Angst, a tiny bit of self-doubt but with a happy ending!!!

A/N: Some tags aren’t working, damn u tumblr! Anyway enjoy the angst and the shitty writing lmfao. Also kinda want to do ficlets for these two??? Like short fics about the happenings in their relationship, their first date, how they dealt with the break up idk, lemme know if anyone’s interested in that xoxo

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It's been four and a half years since Bucky broke up with you and honestly, you're fine now. Fine, as in you've moved on from him and that you haven't been stalking his Instagram account anymore or have been asking Steve how he's doing since the break up. You're fine now, really.

There was not an ounce of denial left in your body after almost two years of pining and self-blame. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten the pain he caused you when he woke up one day and realized that he didn't need you anymore.

Forgive and forget they often told you and you badly wanted to do so. But it wasn't that easy to do, not when you still feel the pain as if it only happened yesterday.

"What did you say?" your forehead creased as you walked around the kitchen counter, quickly approaching Bucky who had his back to you as he stood in the living room of your shared apartment.

You weren't sure if you heard him right, or if he actually said anything. Perhaps you were just hearing things? Just this morning he woke up and greeted you with his charming smile before pressing a soft peck on your lips. You had cooked breakfast together, laughed together and even talked about what to have for dinner.

Sure, something about his demeanor earlier was a bit off, but you assumed it had something to do about his work and not because he wanted to break up with you.

Right?

"Bucky, what did you say?" you pressed when Bucky remained quiet; he didn't even turn around to face you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, "I said I need space." he murmured.

"What do you mean, Buck?" you asked again, voice small and shaky as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

Of course you knew what exactly Bucky meant by that, but you didn't want to believe it. You were hopeful that maybe this was one of those petty fights you used to have, one where Bucky would spend the night over at Steve's. He'll come around the next day, he always does that. You always woke up to him whispering apologies to your ear and you would say your sorry too.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before finally turning to you, "I can't do this anymore." he said, shaking his head before averting his gaze to the floor.

He must have seen the look in your eyes when he faced you. As much as you believed that you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, it never worked on Bucky. He was the only person who could always read you; you could never hide from him.

"Bucky, I don't understand." you let out a nervous chuckle as you hugged yourself, biting your lower lip to prevent them from quivering as you held back the urge to cry.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, "I just...you've been too...fuck, I don't know how to say this without hurting you. I really don't want to." he admitted dejectedly, looking up at you.

You scoffed, "Just fucking say it, Bucky. I'm already hurt just by having this conversation." you told him.

"You're too good for me. Way too good."

Bucky’s words echoed in your mind again as you laid your eyes on him, four and a half years after your break-up. And just like that, you were back to square one.

You did your best to avoid him after he left, you felt like Bucky too tried to do the same. It was harder than you thought, given that you belonged to the same circle of friends. There were missed birthday parties, anniversaries and get togethers. If you knew Bucky was going to be there, you’d bail. Thank god you had a bunch of understanding friends who never took your absences against you.

But an engagement party between two of your friends? Now that was something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.

You’ve been really happy for quite a while now, to the point that it never crossed your mind that Bucky would surely be attending as well. He had been out of your system since the day you decided to move past him, which is why you thought that you were finally a-okay.

Tonight proved you wrong because as you watched Bucky smile and greet your friends, you realized that you still wanted to punch him and hurt him and tell him that you were still in lo—

“Hi.”

You were too focused on daydreaming about how you wanted to hurt Bucky that you failed to notice that he made his way to you and was now waiting for you to greet him back.

Bucky was smiling at you the same way he did on the night you first met at a college house party. You and Bucky have been together for that long.

“Hi.”

The music was too loud that you missed out on the stranger’s greeting, if not for his shadow looming over your hunched figure as you sat on the staircase, you would’ve completely ignored him.

The guy was looking down at you with a charming smile that made your cheeks turn pink. He was tall and slightly muscular, something you noticed right off the bat all thanks to the tight red henley he was sporting. The guy had long hair too, but it was tied back into a low man bun that was messy enough to leave tendrils of stray hair to frame his handsome face.

“Hi.” He repeated with a chuckle, a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he bit his lip at the sight of you just staring up at him.

“Hi?” You stammered awkwardly.

He laughed, “Um, can I pass through or is there some sort of password required?”

You realized that you had been blocking his way, everyone’s way actually. Quickly, you apologized and stood up to leave your spot only for the guy to block your way before you could even hop off of the last step of the staircase.

Thinking that you must have confused him and the direction you intended to go, you murmured a soft apology again before sidestepping him but to no avail. You looked up at him with a frown when you noticed that he was intentionally blocking your way.

It didn’t help that he was way taller than you. Despite the one being on the last step of the staircase, the guy still loomed over you.

“Excuse me?” You snapped and tried to move past him but he was way bigger than you and managed to stop you from passing through.

He had a cheeky smile on as he watched your futile attempt to squeeze your way out of his large body. You huffed out when he held onto the rail while his other hand on the wall, completely trapping you on the staircase.

“What’s the password?” He asked, still grinning at you.

You deadpanned, “Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him blankly before glancing at his hands, observing whether you had a chance at prying them away from where they held on. It was then that you noticed how his left hand was covered in tattoos. The sleeve of his henley rode up quite a bit to reveal that his tattoos reached his wrist, he probably had his entire left arm sleeved with ink.

“Can I please pass?” You huffed out when you concluded that there was no way you would be able to escape him.

“Like I said, I need a password.” He insisted.

“Penis.” You stated, face free from any sort of expression.

The guy choked on his laughter, “Why would you honestly think that?” He asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I thought you guys liked dick jokes.” You reasoned out.

The guy laughed as he shook his head, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

“It’s not the password?” You asked. “Don’t I get a hint or something, I really don’t have time for games right now. I have to go back to my dorm. I have a test tomorrow.” You told the guy.

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about a test. What’s your major anyway?” He asked.

You groaned, “Like I said, I don’t have time for games or even for a conversation. Come on, just let me pass through!”

The guy hummed as he stared at you, as if he was thinking of something. You wanted to look away but he had beautiful ocean blue eyes that you found yourself slowly getting lost in.

“I’ll give you hints.” He announced. “Two hints actually, because I’m feeling generous.”

“Okay, then. Just spit it out!” You rushed.

The guy grinned.

“The password is made up of your name followed by your number.”

“Hi.”

You blinked when Bucky repeated his greeting. When you regained your senses, you cleared your throat and simply nodded at him as acknowledgment. You saw how Bucky’s smile faltered seconds before you looked away and pretended to look for someone.

“I can’t believe you just brushed me off.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

Bucky had cut off his hair right after graduation. He sported a clean cut since then but now he had longer locks; not as long as his college hair though. It just looked fluffier, you fought the urge to imagine how it’d feel through your fingers.

“I can’t believe you just expected me to greet you as if nothing happened.” You told him, letting your eyes wander around the place.

Bucky exhaled heavily and shook his head, “I thought we’d be okay by now.” He admitted. “Guess I was wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, snapping your head into his direction after avoiding his gaze earlier. “I am okay, but that doesn’t mean I am okay with being around you.” You hissed.

“I honestly thought we’d still be friends, you know. Civil at least.”

What has gotten into Bucky’s mind for him to expect a lovely reunion between the both of you? Things didn’t end well, he just left. He was too ambitious to even think that you’d greet him with rainbows and butterflies.

“We’re not friends, Bucky. Not even acquaintances.” You told him.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something until someone tapped on the mic, announcing that the newly engaged couple, Wanda and Vis, had something to say to their guests. By the time he looked back at you, you had already walked away and joined Nat at their table.

It reminded Bucky of the days when he used to watch your back retreat into your dorm whenever he walked you home.

“So, you gonna tell me the password or what?”

You felt all your blood rush to your head and you’ve never been thankful for existence of strobe lights. You were probably red as a tomato. Who wouldn’t be anyway? This handsome dude just asked for your name and number!

“Is this a joke?” You managed to asked and thanked the heavens that you didn’t stutter.

The guy shook his head, “I don’t really joke around.” He shrugged.

“Why do you even want to know my name and number?” you curiously asked.

Bucky shrugged, “Been watching you since you arrived.”

“Creeper.” you accused.

“Hard not to when you’re the only grumpy person in a party. I know your friends dragged you here, I mean you said you have a test tomorrow and you don’t seem the type to party a day before. Besides, you’ve been keeping to yourself the entire time. Figured you might want some company, one with substance.” he boastfully wiggled his eyebrows at you.

His confidence appalled you but you were also surprised at how he seemed to have read your mind. Or personality, in general.

“Hey, Bucky!”

You watched the guy turn his head towards front door where a blonde guy— Steve from the student council, you recognized— entered. You thought it’d give you a chance to slip away but the guy, well Bucky, kept his hands in place.

“Kinda busy right now, pal. I’ll catch up with you later.” He said.

Steve’s gaze moved past Bucky until they landed on you. He chuckled as he shook his head at his friend’s antics. Steve walked away but not without acknowledging you.

“He may not seem like it, but Bucky’s a good guy. You can take my word for it.”

Bucky turned to you and lifted an eyebrow, “I mean, coming from a student council member, that’s a pretty credible source.” He said confidently.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. You had to admit, Bucky had a way with words and actions. His boyish charm was working on you and you hated how easily you were falling for it. And you just met the guy like ten minutes ago!

“So, what’s the password?” Bucky asked again.

You tapped your foot as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You promise to let me go if I tell you?”

Bucky made a face, “I don’t think that’s the right term because you can expect more of me once you give me the password. But I’ll definitely step aside. That’s a promise.” He reassured.

“Promises are meant to be broken.” You stated.

“Yeah, well watch me prove you wrong. Password? Pretty please?” He asked cutely and fuck, Bucky was really winning you over just like that.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you tell him your name and number. Just as he promised, Bucky stepped aside and quickly fished out his phone to type in your number. You honestly didn’t expect for him to remember it after hearing it once, but you peeked and he actually did. Impressive.

“Like I promised, off you go to study.” He said and motioned his arm towards the front door.

You sighed and offered a small smile before finally walking past him. You were about to open the front door when Bucky beat you to it.

“I told you ‘let go’ is the wrong term ‘cause I’m walking you home tonight.” Bucky said. “And tomorrow night too. And the next night and the next next night. Or afternoon. Morning? Whatever time your classes finish.”

Bucky really proved you wrong that night because he did walk you home the next night and the next next night too. It went on until he no longer had to watch you enter your dorm or apartment because eventually, the two of you ended up going to the same home.

It’s very ironic really, that it was also Bucky who failed to prove you wrong when he broke his promise not to hurt you, ever. You wondered whether it was your fault that you actually believed in him. It was hard not to though, because Bucky’s earned your trust from all the promises he made and kept.

Which is why it was even more painful when one day, he decided to break the one promise you truly held on to.

“I’ll always love you, you know that right?”

Bucky blurted it out randomly that his statement confused the hell out of you. The two of you were just playing a video game when he said it, making you hit pause.

“And where did that come from?” You asked with amusement.

Bucky frowned, “You could’ve reacted differently. I was hoping for a high-pitched ‘awwww!’ and this is what I get?” He teased, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb to pull you close so he could bite your nose playfully.

“You said it out of the blue!” You told him with a laugh. “But it made me happy though.” You admitted and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, well it’s true. I mean, this thing we got? It’s forever.” Bucky said and lovingly smiled at you.

You pretended to gag at his words but it was obvious that you felt like you were on cloud nine when Bucky said that. “Cheeseballs!” You teased.

“This cheeseball’s gonna put a ring on that finger one day. That’s a promise!”

A finger snapped right in front of your face, “You good?” Nat asked.

You nodded and tried your hardest not to look at Bucky. He was seated with Steve, Sam and some other guys at the table next to yours. You could feel him staring at you and it was making you anxious. Nat and Sharon exchanged looks before letting out a sigh in unison.

“Come on, I’m fine. Stop looking at me like that!” You told them with a forced chuckle.

“What did Bucky say?” Sharon asked. She’d seen Bucky approach you upon his arrival, saw the expressions you both had as you talked and knew immediately that it didn’t go well.

Nat hummed before taking a quick sip from her glass of wine, “We’ve been watching and we’re curious.”

“He was expecting for us to be friends.” You simply stated.

Nat and Sharon groaned and rolled their eyes, “What a dick.” Nat said.

“Men really do have the audacity.” Sharon laughed and shook her head.

You joined her laughter and lifted up your own glass of wine, “I’ll drink to that.” You said before finishing your drink in one go.

One glass of wine turned into two and then three and then four. Six drinks later and you were buzzed and unstoppable. You weren’t that drunk, you were good at handling alcohol but you were tipsy for sure. The formalities of the engagement party were finally done and the guests were left to mingle around.

Wanda and Vis immediately went to your table to catch up and after giving them your heartfelt congratulations (and apologies for missing out on plenty of events), you decided to step out of the venue to get some fresh air.

The silence allowed you to process your thoughts, the same thoughts you had repressed for years. You were happy for Wanda and Vis, truly. The two have been the epitome of soulmates and it was only right for them to end up tying the knot. But you also couldn’t help but wonder, would you and Bucky end up in marriage too had he decided to stay and work things out with you?

You lift up your left hand and stared at your bare ring finger. Just a few years ago, you’d been wearing a simple gold band studded with tiny diamonds around it— a promise ring. Bucky had given it as a gift on your 6th anniversary. You’d gotten together when you were just 19 and Bucky 21. People always doubted that your relationship with him wouldn’t last long given that the two of you were so different. Not to mention, Bucky had a reputation. Girls fawned over him; he was tall and handsome, had a rugged appeal to him thanks to his long hair and tattooed left arm. He drove a damn motorcycle that got him into trouble plenty of times.

You were Miss Goody Two Shoes who played it safe and Bucky was the Big Bad Wolf who liked taking risks.

It was a surprise when your relationship with him kept on progressing and the next thing you knew, the both of you have been together for a total of eight long years. It would’ve reached nine but shit happened and Bucky decided that those eight years didn’t matter to him anymore.

“Can we talk?”

If Bucky asked you that a couple of years ago, you would’ve probably punched him in the face and kneed him at the crotch before running away. Well, you still wanted to do so but a part of you wanted to talk things out. Get a proper closure maybe since Bucky failed to give you a detailed explanation that would help you understand why he chose to leave you.

Nat told you once that some things are better left unsaid. You spent years secretly pining for Bucky after the break up, spent nights questioning yourself where you lacked that made him leave you. You’d asked Steve about Bucky whether he met someone knew or how he was dealing with the break up; it did you more damage than good until you finally gave up and decided to actually move on.

But now that Bucky was here and there was no way to avoid him, maybe you deserved this confrontation after all.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the pavement right in front of you.

You felt Bucky stand beside you, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans before turning to you, “About us.”

You snickered, “Us? What about us? What is there to talk about us?” You asked, turning your head to face him.

Bucky’s eyes have always been your favorite feature of his. They were very expressive and if Bucky could see through you every damn time, it was his eyes that you could always read. They were still blue but they held a certain emotion in them as he gazed at you.

Sadness and...regret?

Before your assumptions could get the best of you, you turned away and waited for Bucky to speak again.

“I can’t keep on avoiding you.” He said. “I’ve been doing so for the past few years and it kills me.” He admitted.

“And you think I want to keep doing this too? I’ve missed out on so many occasions because I just couldn’t be around you. You’re not the only one struggling.” You said.

Bucky shrugged, “Then let’s stop avoiding each other.”

The way he suggested it almost offended you; he was so nonchalant about it as if it was so easy to just let him waltz back into your life. Truth was, you dreamt of the day that he’d come crawling back to you. But you knew better than to let your walls down just because you miss him.

“When Steve told me that you seemed to be doing well, I really thought it meant that we can become friendly with each other, y’now. I mean, eight years. Those years meant so much to me, we’ve been through a lot and—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Barnes?!” You bitterly chuckled.

“If those eight years together really meant a lot to you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve allowed me to work it out with you! But what, you broke up with me because you thought I was too good for you? That you felt suffocated just because I was looking out for you?”

You didn’t mean to snap at Bucky like that, in your mind you thought you would be able to have a calm conversation with him. But with the alcohol running through your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from expressing yourself and and feeling the same way you did on that specific night.

“Too good? How am I too good for you, Buck?” You asked, immediately wiping off the tears that escaped your eyes.

“You have everything planned out! For yourself, for us. And it makes me feel fucking useless! I see you work your way up at your job and I’m still figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life!” He exclaimed.

You shook your head, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered. “If you told me this then I could’ve done something about it, Buck! Rather than let it get this far, I would’ve fixed it.” You told him and tried to reach out but Bucky took a step back.

“That too! You’re a fixer! You always end up fixing things. This relationship has become an endless cycle of me fucking up things and you picking up the pieces. And every single time you clean my mess, I feel like you’re hoping I’d be like the others. It’s like you’re trying to make me into a person I’m not just so I could fit this, this certain mold you had in mind!” He accused you.

You wiped again your tears and refused to believe him, “That’s not true, Bucky! I’ve always loved you for who you are, I never asked you to change for me!”

“Yes, you do! You never said it but I always felt it...when Steve got promoted and when Sam finally launched his business. You always wanted me to be like them, you never said it out loud but that’s what you made me feel whenever we talk about my job...or lack thereof.” He chuckled bitterly.

Bucky may not be traditional in the sense that he considered himself an artist. He never liked the idea of settling for a nine to five desk job so he took on a job as a tattoo artist. It wasn’t a permanent job and he didn’t have clients demanding for him all the time so it gave him time to work for a motorcycle shop too.

It was never a problem for you but practically speaking, your and Bucky’s joint savings wouldn’t be enough for the future that the both of you have planned out.

“I’ve been supportive of you! I never asked you to give up on those jobs, Bucky.” You defended yourself.

Bucky nodded his head, “You don’t know it but you do. That’s how I felt whenever you suggested that I try something else.”

“It’s because I know you can do so much more! Stay at the tattoo parlor and mechanic shop, then fine! But don’t settle because you have the potential to make it out there, that’s what I want you to know! I don’t understand why you’re limiting yourself, Buck. Why you’re suddenly so afraid.”

You carefully took a step closer to Bucky and thank god he let you this time. You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached out to cup his face in your hand. Bucky was livid, his chest rising heavily with every breath he took.

“You were the one who taught me to be brave, to take risks. I used to be so afraid, remember? Afraid to ride your motorcycle, to try out that job I thought I couldn’t handle. I was so scared to commit,” you chuckled, remembering how much you hesitated to give Bucky a chance when he asked you to be officially his girlfriend.

“...but you’ve always been there for me. And I want to do the same with you. I know that it seems scary to let go of what you believe is your calling. You don’t have to let go of it, Buck. But you gotta try something new too.” You said as you let your thumb caress the skin beneath his eyes.

There was silence between the two of you. Bucky had calmed down and you thought that it was over. Little did you know that it was simply the calm before the storm. Because the words that came out of Bucky’s mouth were the words you didn’t expect to hear.

“Well, this is me trying something new.”

Bucky refused to meet your gaze and simply let your hand move away from his face. You shook your head no as you turned around to compose yourself.

“We were fine this morning, Buck. What happened?” You asked and embraced yourself, seeking comfort you knew you’d only get if Bucky changed his mind.

“I thought we were fine too. But the tattoo parlor is closing in a month and we haven’t been getting plenty of clients at the motorcycle shop. And it just hit me y’now, I dread coming home to you because I know you’d be disappointed and that again, you’d offer to fix my shit and the thing is, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to fix my shit or tell me how to deal with my problems! I woke up and realized that I just don’t...” Bucky paused when you swiftly turned around with a frown, eyes brimming with a fresh new wave of tears.

“Don’t say it, Bucky. I’ll be better, I promise! I won’t nag you or pressure you into anything. Just please, don’t say it. Please don’t. We can still work this out.” You begged Bucky.

You weren’t sure you could take it, what he wanted to say. You already knew what he was going to tell you, you didn’t want to hear it. Let other people say it but god, it’d break you if you heard it from him.

“I’m sorry but I don’t need you anymore.”

The stabbing pain in your heart felt so familiar, the kind that punched all the air out of your lungs. You thought you were done crying over Bucky, but you were so wrong.

“I fucked up.” Bucky huffed out, bowing his head as if ashamed.

“You realized that just now?” You snickered. “Do you know how long it took for me to get over you? To forget the pain from hearing you tell me that you don’t need me anymore? After eight years together, Buck. You were my first everything and you gave up on us. And you really expected us to be friends, just like that?!” You spat.

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, lifting his head to look up at you and you were surprised that his eyes were glazed with tears.

“I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. Because you were right, I shouldn’t have settled then. But god I was an idiot, an insecure idiot.” He admitted.

“I was so used to being the one who guided you that it fucking hurt my ego when I noticed that you were becoming your own person outside of our relationship. I was supposed to be the one supporting you, pushing you to be better. You ended being the one leading me. I let my ego get the best of me and thought I’d be better off without you. But it was the biggest mistake of my life because when I left, I felt even more lost.” Bucky explained.

You were left speechless, you weren’t sure why Bucky was telling you all this. Did he want you back or was he simply apologizing? You didn’t have words so you remained quiet and waited to see whether Bucky had more to say.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. I hurt you. I should’ve stayed, should’ve worked with you to fix our relationship. I hate what we’ve become, I sincerely wanted us to be civil with each other at least.” He said.

“Bucky, you’ve been saying the same thing over and over again. I’m not sure you understand the situation. I can’t be friends with you. Not after what happened. I thought I was fine but now I realized that I’ve never really moved on from the pain you caused me.” You told him and sniffed, looking back to check whether your friends could see you.

Thankfully, all the guests were still busy mingling with each other. It’s as if the universe meant for this confrontation to happen. But now you weren’t sure what to do after you finally got a clear explanation from Bucky.

“I wanted a fresh start with you.” Bucky said. “Thought that it would make it easier for me to win you over if we were friends again.”

You scoffed in disbelief, “It’s not that easy, Buck. I can’t just let you walk back into my life after your apology. It doesn’t work that way.”

You tried to move past him but he immediately blocked your way, “When I said I’ll always love you, I meant it. I still do. I want to make things right, please. Give me one last chance to fix this.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was Bucky’s words and how sincere he sounded that made your head spin. Your heart was racing and your palms turned cold. You wanted him back too, so bad but you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. He broke your heart and your trust, you weren’t sure if you’d survive if he left you again.

“I can’t continue this conversation, Bucky. I have to go.” You told him and made your way towards the door to the venue.

However, Bucky was quick to stand in front of the door. He had a determined look on his face, one that looked extremely familiar. You were still hurt but couldn’t deny the fact that you too, still love him.

Even after everything that had happened, Bucky still owned your heart.

“Bucky, can you please move? I want to go home.” You said and tried to reach for the door knob but Bucky moved and leaned against the door.

“You need a password to get through.”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re way too old for this, Bucky. I’m not playing with you.”

He shook his head, “I’m not playing either. Give me the password or else we’d be here the entire night.”

You huffed out, “This isn’t funny. Let me through.”

Bucky shrugged, “No can do. Like I said, I can do this all night.”

You deadpanned, “What’s the hint?” You asked with a defeated sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way you could walk past him without playing along with his stupid little game.

“Consists of three words.” Bucky said.

“Penis boobs vagina.”

Bucky cackled, “And I thought you said we’re too old for this.”

You groaned, “I’m serious, Bucky. Just let me go.”

“No. I made that mistake once and I’m not doing that again. I love you. And I promise that this time, it’ll be different. I know you still love me too, so again I am asking you to take a risk and say it.”

Bucky said it with conviction and you hated how it made your stomach flip. Up until this day, Bucky had a way to make you fold. And he could still read you.

“I’m not saying it, Bucky. How sure are you that I still feel the same anyway?” you asked.

Bucky tipped his head towards your neck, “Not sure if you just forgot but you’re wearing the promise ring as a necklace.”

Fuck. Of course, you’d forgotten about it. You may not have been wearing it on your finger, but you still continued to wear it. It meant a lot to you even after the break up, so much so that you couldn’t simply throw it away or remove it. You figured that it might be better to keep it around your neck. Out of sight, out of mind but still there. You wanted it to exist, it was a part of you.

“Say it and I promise that you won’t regret it.” Bucky insisted.

“Promises are meant to be broken. You proved that the night you broke up with me.” Your voice quivered when you said that.

“And I want to make it up for it for the rest of my life.” He reassured.

“History repeats itself. I don’t think I can deal with it again if you realized the second time around that you don’t need me. Buck, you really hurt me.” You said, voice cracking before you could even finish your sentence.

Bucky quickly took your face in between his hands and for some reason, it felt right. The warmth of his palm, the love in his eyes as he gazed at you, it felt like home.

“I know and I hate myself for it. So fucking much. But I promise you, it wouldn’t happen again. I fixed my life when you left, realized that you were right. I’m better now. So let me be the fixer this time, let me be the one to fix this mess, to pick up the pieces. Because I’m just as afraid to let you go again. I can’t do that again. I love you and I need you. I always did.”

The kiss he pressed on your forehead caused your walls to crumble down. All of a sudden you were sobbing into his arms and apologizing.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you then, Buck. I didn’t know, I’m sorry too.” You cried.

“Shh, no. Please don’t apologize.” Bucky coaxed as he pulled back to kiss your tears away. “None of this was your fault, baby. It’s all on me. Let me make it up to you, please?”

The term of endearment made your heart flutter and as much as you hated how Bucky easily won you over, again, the love you have for him was quick to outweigh it. You knew you shouldn’t have given in to him just like that, but this was Bucky. He was your greatest love, someone who owned your heart even after he left.

“I miss you, baby. Couldn’t fathom the thought of you being with someone else.” Bucky admitted as he hugged you tightly.

“I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I hated myself for hurting you. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

His hand rubbed circles against your back, helping you calm down after your breakdown. He swayed you from side to side, pressed kisses on your crown and whispered promises that he was sure he was going to keep and you basked in it. When you finally calmed down, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck and inhaled his scent.

He smelled the same, like comfort and love and trust. You hugged him tighter and smiled into his skin and mumbled, “I love you.”

Bucky chuckled, “You got the password right but I don’t think I’m letting you go just yet.”

“Nat and Sharon’s gonna kick our asses if they find out.” You chuckled.

He pulled back and stared at you lovingly, “I’ll take the hit for you.” he laughed.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Forgiven.” You told him and stood on your tiptoes until Bucky bent down to meet your lips in a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss. Four and a half years of pain and anger all gone and replaced with the love you always had for Bucky. His lips against yours made you dizzy but in a good way.

It felt right, like this was how things were really supposed to be.

You pulled back and sighed, “As much as I want to stay like this, I’m really tired.”

Bucky let you go but took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m driving you home tonight.” He said.

You smiled.

“And the next night. And the next next night.”

Yet again, Bucky proved himself to be worthy of another chance. Because he drove you home the next night, and the next next night. It went on until he regained your trust back and all was well enough for him to finally reveal the black velvet box that he had been keeping in his pocket since the night of your eventful reunion.

“You need a password to see what’s inside.” Bucky grinned up at you as he bent down on one knee.

You chuckled through your years, “Any hint?”

“One word, three letters.”

You wiped away your tears with a smile followed by a subtle nod.

“Yes.”

Bucky kept his promise all along, he really did put a ring on your finger. Took quite a while with plenty of obstacles that caused its delay, but a promise fulfilled nonetheless.

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