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griff-us · 2 years

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TITLE: Can't Pretend Part: One | Word Count: 2,608 NEXT: HERE

PAIRING: Knight!Bucky/Princess!Reader (Black Reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, character death, gore, depictions of violence and death. Smut, eventually. Drama. Run-of-the-mill toxic masculinity. I will update as needed.

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SUMMARY: A bastard knight. An heir to a throne. Both forced to abide by the rules of their station---the roles they were born into. Will they be able to maintain the flames of their love, or be burned by them?

NOTES: I love court intrigue, and drama. I also love the idea of knight Bucky. So here is a butt load of it. I intend this to be multiple parts, though I am not sure how many. But, enjoy! Let me know what you think!

The sun is brutal even from underneath ornately ornamented awnings. Women sit among the makeshift wooden stands fans in hand as they fervently gossip about the latest on-goings and affairs of court. Such drivel; devoid of imagination or spark---always the same lackluster accusations and rumors. Y/N had not come to chat about such things; the tourney always interested her far more. The fanfare, the sport, and on occasion, the bloodshed. Steeds tough as steel gallop the runway on which men with more gall than the average noble ride atop. Metal clatters, men hoop and holler, and another knight is knocked from his horse. Yes, far more interesting than who is bedding who, and for how much.

Y/N claps along, back straight as a board. Tightly coiled locks pool from the crown of her head where they remained pinned. Gold adorns her skin in necklaces, earrings, and bracelets—her favorite choice as it accents her darkened complexion so tastefully. A perfect visage of her house; proper and fine. She watches with enthusiasm as the second round of riders enters. One catches her eye as he leads his horse toward her pavilion in a flashy show. Blackened steel glimmers beneath the sweltering sun; Y/N notes the wolf’s head pressed into the metal, and her heart nearly shatters in her chest. She knows that sigil anywhere.

As he nears, the knight lifts his visor to reveal hues like that of the oceans so far off. Y/N notes the beads of sweat that adorn his brow as he lifts his lance toward the bottom row closest to her. However, before the knight can speak, another woman stands. Y/N can’t help the curl in her upper lip at the sight of Lady Mistell. A crotchety woman so desperate to be wed again.

“I presume you have come to ask for my favor, Ser James?” Lady Mistell inquires with an upturned nose, as though she may consider denying the request. Odd though, that she would assume someone of such high station would ask the favor of a widow with no coin. Silence grips the stands then, and Y/N watches with an amused sort of smirk as all unfolds. So typical of James to make a scene. A shame then, he had been absent from court all these years.

“Apologies my lady—” Ser James bows his head, but his gaze drifts to Y/N who notices immediately, as she does with all things. “My princess…” A breath catches in the back of Y/N’s throat, and her mind reels with the implications of his coming request. Is he daft? “…it would be an honor to carry your favor.” All eyes turn to Y/N; there will be talk of this no doubt. There had been rumors of their budding romance much to the disdain of her father. In fact, the king had hated it so much he all but sold the knight into a fortuitous marriage of station and coin that sent him across the seas. To approach her in such a way, and after no warning of his impending return---well Y/N is sure the rumor mill is already churning. But… she must be seen as a gracious host. This is her tourney after all.

Y/N rises as her hands work to smooth the skirts of her dress. Each step down from under her awning feels as though it adds another ten pounds to her shoulders, but they are calculated and careful. Eyes remain on Y/N as though she were the centerpiece in a show, and she often is.

“Ser James.” The Princess nods to him once close enough, and slender fingers adorned with jeweled rings toss down the yellow ribbon that had been tied to her wrist---the color of her house. “Do well not to sully it, my knight.” Her tone is soft so that only he may hear. Y/N watches as the knight maneuvers to catch the ribbon and his gaze holds hers with a wide smirk as dexterous fingers quickly tie it to the end of his lance.

“I would not dream of it, my princess.”

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The day wanes. The sun and her restless rays begin to dwindle, and Y/N walks the grounds. Nobles and soldiers alike make their approach, each bowing their heads and giving thanks for her hospitality or commenting on the exquisite taste of the food and drink. She responds in kind with smiles and equal thanks for their participation. This is the matter of her station she finds so---tiring. The politicking, the people pleasing when Y/N wishes for nothing more than a bath and perhaps a book.

“You look rather bored, Princess.” That familiar voice brings her from her thoughts, and Y/N turns. Ser James stands, the bulk of his armor now removed, a tower compared to her rather small self.

“There are only so many ways to give gratitude to those who would rather you dead.” Her tone is light despite the subject matter, and she does well to hold a simple smile despite the grin that threatens to break across her face at his presence.

“From what I hear, my dear princess-“ he falls in step with her then, far enough apart not to gain the attention of prying eyes. “-they adore you, the people. Your people.” James peers down at her from the corner of his eyes, and Y/N’s signature smile drops to a frown.

“If you ask my father—”

“He is a fool.”

Y/N halts her steps, neck craning to hold Ser Jame’s gaze. She does not falter, and the edge in her tone is rather commanding. “You will do well to remember he is your King, Ser James.” A pause.

“Are you upset with me, princess? I do not remember you typically taking such a tone with me.”

Y/N snorts; something far different from her typical façade. It always came so easy around him, the way her knight could break down walls and barriers meticulously crafted. Like a mason building the most exquisite of temples, only to be brought down by some greater force. It is sad really, how he still has this effect on her. “If I remember correctly you left, not soon after promising to ask for my hand. Off to marry another, or so I heard from rumors. How is your wife, Ser James?” venom drips from the tip of her tongue, and James does not falter. He deserves this. Even if she well knows the games they must take part in---no matter how much it wounds the heart.

“Dead.” A simple explanation, still, he explains. “Not a week after our wedding. Consumption.” James tilts his head to the side while he watches Y/N’s face shift through a myriad of expressions.

“I—am sorry for your loss, James.” The world is still around them for a moment, seconds really. He wants to remind her of his nickname, one bestowed upon him when they were children. To hell with titles and perpetuity and this blasted game they both have been forced to play! Yet, he reframes. Instead, James bows his head gently, hues turning soft as though that may convey how earnestly he means the following sentence. “You have nothing to apologize for, my princess.”

“James---” Y/N reaches for him, only for the mindful knight to step back, severing any connection her mind may have imagined.

“You’ve others to attend to—” another bow, this one so much stiffer. “—until later.”

Y/N stands hands held at her middle as the man she loves walks away from her for the second time in her life.

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“You will scuff the floors if you keep pacing like that, my lady” Natasha hums from across the room her languid frame tossed over the crushed red velvet fainting couch as she thumbs through the pages a book. Y/N huffs; her mind racing and anger threatening to froth over like a pot left to boil too long.

“How dare he show his face, unannounced, to my tourney only to tell me of his dead wife and lament his apologies to me!”

“Lament is a strong word.”

Y/N heaves another sigh, what would seem to be the hundredth of that moment and throws her body down near her friend. “I wish to never see him again.” Natasha sits up just as Y/N’s head falls into her lap. The two women had become fast friends since her arrival at court as a foreign dignitary to Y/N’s father. It had not taken long for the woman’s talents in espionage to make themselves known. Within a month’s time, Natasha had cemented herself as the King’s spymaster, and the Princess’s closest of confidants due to the amount of time spent in one another’s company. Now, the two are nearly inseparable, and rarely seen without the other.

“You are being rather unfair, Y/N.” eyes rise, a firm slant set upon Y/N’s lips. But, Natasha continues. “The man was married off due to your father’s disapproval. He had no say in his marriage. And to become a widower after such a short time.” A pause. “James could have cared for that woman and still loved you. Two things can be true at once. We both know he is not a cruel man, Y/N. He is forced to play a game he has no control over. As are you.” Natasha presses a single finger against Y/N’s forehead for emphasis.

“Yes. Yes. Born to rule and tasked with the problems of the kingdom only for mine to be cast aside.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“You are not simply a princess meant to be wed to some lord, or prince for political gain, my lady. You are heir to the throne; love has no room in your life. The throne takes precedence overall.”

“I wish you would cease reminding me, Lady Natasha.”

Both women fall into a comfortable silence. Beyond the thick walls of Y/N’s personal apartments birds sing and servants mill about their duties. Somewhere off in the distance, a lute plays a languid tune just as the sun begins her descent from the sky.

“I have missed him.” Y/N finally relents her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, my dear. I know.”

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The end of the week brings yet another gathering of nobles, and no sign of Ser James. Y/N sits to the right of her father at their table fingers merely toying with the now cold bread on her silver platter. A band plays a tune at the other end of the hall, the sound loud and obnoxious beneath tapestries meant to bring warmth to the room. Y/N finds it suffocating. A fact most evident by the rather sour expression painted on her face.

“Go and dance, daughter.” The King ushers her forward with both hands; fat fingers adorned in countless rings and shiny things. Spoils of war, and conquest. Y/N sighs gently but abides by her father’s wishes. His temper has been that of a wild dog as of late; content one moment and then rabid the next. She stands, golden gown of satin and lace cascading down each step toward the center of the hall. The band halts its tune in time for someone far off to announce her presence. All cease their movements for a moment to bow or courtesy in respect. Y/N nods solemnly in return, hands clasped at her front while she waits for one brave man to ask her for a dance. The others continue about their jig.

“I don’t remember these gatherings being so boring.” As if summoned by the Gods themselves, Ser James all but manifests from the crowd. Y/N smiles gently, not before correcting her features and donning her typical stoic glance.

“Perhaps because you spent all your time at court galivanting around and challenging noblemen to duels.” James beams at Y/N, happy to hear her speak what seems so fondly of his time spent at court. His lips curl just so in that way they do before he laughs.

“Yes well….” He pauses, chin upturned, and brows taught at their center. “I don’t really have an excuse for that.” Y/N chuckles softly to herself, mindful of the eyes that watch over them. “Come, dance with me, Princess.” Ser James holds out a hand to her, and it is as if the world freezes for a moment.

There are implications to this dance; implications in everything Y/N is seen to do. To dance with a man all but sent from court for the fault of asking for her hand in marriage? To dance with a man who returns to court, unannounced, so shortly after the death of his wife? Scandalous. Salacious. But he stands before her in dashing attire; the sigil of his house forged by his own hands sewn into blackened tunic. His hair half pulled back to keep from his eye’s cascades down wide shoulders and stubble has begun to sprout since their last meeting at the tourney ground. Handsome indeed, and by Gods she want nothing more than to take his hand and dance as they used to.

“You are still in mourning, Ser James.” Words tumble from her lips before any thought can really be applied to them, and James’s lips turn into something akin to a frown.

“I am rather tired of all these unspoken rules, and I know you are as well, Princes. Once dance? As we used to.”

Y/N nods absently and slips her hand into his own, so massive in comparison. She wonders briefly as he tugs her deeper into the dance floor how they may feel against her skin. The band begins another song, one she and James had waltzed to plenty of times while hidden away in the gardens. Both fall into step with one another easily; Y/Ns palms against his own, the other pressed against the broad expanse of his chest. This close he smells of leather and grass. She levels her gaze past him while James sweeps her across the floor. There is no tell how much more of her demeanor she may lose were she to become lost in his eyes.

“I see you have not lost your touch.” He speaks suddenly, rocking the princess from her thoughts. Y/N peers up, her heart hammering in the center of her chest.

“Surprising. I have little time to dance between classes and lectures.”

“How boring. No more nightly escapes into the woods?” Ser James inquires with a knowing smirk, and Y/N can not help but roll her eyes.

“I am too old for such nonsense.”

“And who told you that?” his head dips lower, the point of his nose skimming the defined line of her cheek. His breath fans past her ear; Y/N sputters, brows creasing and jaw tight. Everyone. From her ladies in waiting, to her father, to his advisors---you are too old to enjoy such things, Princess. An heir must always be seen as dignified. Heat envelopes her face; embarrassment evident. And after a moment’s silence the sudden realization of just how undignified she seems now grips her.

“Y/N….” James regards her with concern, and it is as if she is snapped back into reality. The princess pulls away suddenly, hands clasped at her front. James watches as sadness seems to overtake her.

“Thank you for the dance, Ser James.” She nods and begins her walk back to her seat by her father’s side. James bows stiffly and watches her retreat; not before the hardened gray hues of the King glues him to the spot. The king need not say a word. James can decipher enough from looks alone.

Leave.

And so, he does.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Bucky vs Bucky ft smut

Bucky vs Bucky - Smutty edition.

Imagine time travel going wrong only to end up so right when you have present Bucky and 40′s Bucky in front of you. You love your boyfriend with your whole entire heart and being but there's something about that sweet 40′s baby that makes you weak.

Nothing gets by Bucky who notices the way your thighs squeeze together around his former self or the way you get all shy and giggly. The young soldier is no better, eyeing the prettiest doll he’s ever seen, wanting just 1 taste of his future life. You can’t seem to take your eyes off him; imagine your surprise when you walk into you bedroom to find your Bucky lounging on the couch while the other is leaning against your dresser, both with equally devious expressions. You feel hot all over because there is something in the air, filled with thick tension.

“What-what are you both doing” You stutter out, biting your lip when the young soldier approaches you, cupping your cheek. You let out a needy whimper while Bucky smirked from his place on the touch, tugging the waistband of his sweats down, revealing his aching erection.

“I’m going to sit here and stroke my cock and you’re going to suck his cock like the pretty slutty little princess you are, understand kitten?” He let out a satisfied hum watching you sink to your knees in front of the soldier without a question.

“You look so pretty sugar” He groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out, chest already heaving when your lips brush against his wet tip. You were greedy for him, too worked up to tease him with just your tongue. You wrapped your plush lips around his tip, nursing and suckling him, your hand pumping what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. “OH-That’s it sweets, you got a real mouth on you-”

He didn’t even realize he was rutting his hips into your mouth, chasing the warm wetness of your throat. You grew more desperate, your panties soaked, needing to feel him inside you, tasting him making you more feral than before. You could’ve passed out at the sight of your boyfriend giving himself long languid strokes, flicking at the slit with his thumb, smearing his arousal all over the head.

“Need something, kitten?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow when you looked over to him with glassy eyes, “You’re little button all tingly baby? You need him to stuff you full, take you right on the floor like the whore you are?”

You desperately nodded, gasping when the much younger Bucky gently laid you on the floor, undressing you with care before throwing all his clothes off. He didn’t waste a second lining himself up, rubbing his blunt tip through your folds, groaning at the feeling of your dripping cunt.

“You’re soaked bunny” He started to press his cock in, the tip breeching your entrance, the both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of his stretch, “Shit, I-i won’t last if you keep squeezin’ me doll”

He rested his forehead against yours, starting off slow, taking your hands and pinning them above your head against the floor. His slow pace only lasted so long; within no time he was fucking into you like an animal in heat, all former composure lost.

“Fuck s’even better than I imagined” Bucky’s hips lifted off the couch, thrusting into his fist watching you lock your ankles together, moaning like a desperate whore on the floor, taking all the cock the soldier was willing to give you. The soldier himself was no better, equally lost in your tight wet heat, growling at the squelching sound that left you each time he fucked up into you.

“Sh-shit doll, you’re-god damn” He groaned, lewd and vulture words swimming in his mind, unable to say them out loud. “You got me thinkin’ pure filth bunny”

“Tell her exactly what she is, she likes it” Bucky smirked, jerking his cock off faster at the sight of your eyes rolling back, loud wanton moans filling the room.

“You’re a pretty little slut doll, don’t get me wrong, you’re pussy is a dream” One he started running his mouth, he couldn’t stop, babbling to himself while you clenched and clawed at him, your eyes darting between the pretty man making you see stars and the other playing with his cock, both men so pretty making you lose it with their words.

“What I wouldn’t give to take ya back with me sweets, fuck, to have a sweet housewife to come to with her legs spread for me, letting me pump her up with my load till she’s all round with my kid”

“She’s a good little kitten, just waiting for cock, isn’t that right baby? Look what you do to us doll”

“Yeah, I know you’d be so good doll, can tell you’d be so perfect with the way you opened these pretty thighs up for me, letting me shove my cock all the way in you”

“Didn’t need me to tell you twice to take his cock, hm? Look how quick you spread your legs baby, sucking him like you’ve never tasted cock before”

“Would you be a good housewife for me baby? Would you cook me dinner wearin’ nothin’ but some pretty heels? Be in bed, waitin’ for me, waitin’ for me to come make that pussy feel all better?”

“She needs it, that cute pearl between her legs is so fuckin’ greedy, always begging for someone to rub and kiss it all better”

“Would put a ring on ya finger in a heart beat” He moaned when you clenched at his words, “You like that, huh darlin’”

Your moans grew more desperate, crying out when he pulled back and sat back on his heels, throwing your legs on his shoulders, watching his cock disappear in and out, pounding into you harder.

“Go-go a head and rub that pretty pussy for me baby-fuck- that’s it, my slutty slutty bunny” His grip around your hips tightened, slamming you down onto him while you reached down to touch yourself, rubbing fast tight circles.

“I’m gonna-I’m-fuck-.Bucky-Soldier-I-please-FUCK” You sobbed in pleasure as your orgasm started to wash over, hiccupping between moans when his hips stuttered, losing his pace.

“FUCK YESSS” Thick warm ropes of cum started to fill your pussy, the hold he had on you softening.

“Wanna see something pretty?” You could hear Bucky’s footsteps approaching; you whimpered as the soldier pulled out, watching your boyfriend stroke his cock, standing over your face. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as Bucky jerked himself faster, moaning letting his cum shoot all over your face, drops spilling onto your tongue.

You felt like you were floating, pliant on the floor, a sticky hot mess between your legs, your face wet with his cum. You panted between soft whimpers, the aftershocks of your orgasms unending. Your eyes grew wide when you felt a pair of arms, one warm the other cold, pick you off the floor and toss you onto the bed, your boyfriend and the pretty soldier both standing at the foot of the bed, cocks still hard as ever.

“Better catch your breath sugar, were not done with you”

“Time for you to take us both, sweetheart”

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thewinterwelded · 2 years

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El guardián de la luz

HYDRA logra activar el protocolo INSIGHT y hacerse con el control del planeta. Sin embargo, la Resistencia crece en sus filas, y consiguen desprogramar al Soldado de Invierno para que sea el guardián del tesoro material más importante de HYDRA.

Este es el viaje del hombre que fue sargento, luego soldado y por último, se convirtió en guardián.

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Capítulo 2: El viaje

Capítulo 3: Verdad

Capítulo 4: Misión

Capítulo 5: El plan

Capítulo 6: Unión

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Break Check

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You made quite an impression on Bucky Barnes before his race. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Mentions of flirting, rivalry, previous accident, a touch of insecurity and jealousy, motocross!Bucky Barnes simping a bit over you (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Second day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Hothead and Spitfire and we get glimpse of how Bucky feels after meeting you! I can't wait to share more of them. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was waiting for someone like you to come along. Before his accident, he dated a few girls here and there. While it was fun, it was never anything serious because something was missing. The deep connection he wanted wasn't there, no matter how hard he tried to make it work. He wasn't an asshole though. He did his best to never hurt anyone when things had to end.

After his accident, dating came to a bit of a standstill.

The loss of his arm was a shock, but he was lucky in hindsight since he was alive. Between recovery and getting used to functioning with a metal prosthetic, dating wasn't a priority. A couple of riders tried to tease that the ladies would want him more because of how badass he looked. They was right in a way. The pit lizards still occasionally threw themselves at him once he showed the sponsors and fans that his previous injury wouldn't keep him down.

It didn't drive the pain or lingering insecurities away.

And after he finally went out with Dolores, which turned out to be disastrous, he swore off dating for the time being.

Then you showed up and changed his mind.

"Buck!" Steve said as Natasha pulled you away. "You good?"

"Better than good," he said, staring after you until you were out of sight.

He heard you ask Natasha “What the hell just happened?" before she dragged you off and he wondered the same thing. He expected to be in the worst headspace after his run-in with Rumlow, but you turned it all around. He certainly didn't expect to meet a sweet spitfire today.

"You seem distracted," Sam said, smirking at Steve.

"If I'm distracted, it's for a good reason," Bucky said, taking off his helmet. "A very good reason."

"I can't believe you kissed her," Steve smiled slightly. "Well, I kind of get why you did. She's-"

"She's what? Do you want her?" Bucky asked as a swirl of jealousy formed in his gut.

It was similar to how he felt when Rumlow looked you up and down like a piece of meat.

"Didn't think we were calling dibs, but I'm not into her," Steve said, making the brunette let out a breath. "Even if I was, I'm positive she isn't into me."

It wasn't right of Bucky to feel possessive over someone he just met. He had no claim to you. He knew Rumlow was bad news though and not the kind of guy a girl like you deserved.

You don't deserve a guy like me either.

He didn't like to talk about the occasional nightmares he had, how he'd wake up covered in sweat with his heart frantically beating. And though he still did well on the tracks, he hated how on edge he could get before a race. No one should have to deal with that.

"Sorry," he mumbled. He had no reason to snap at his friend.

"Don't be. I was just going to say she seems like the type of girl you've been looking for."

Steve was right.

While Bucky put a hold on dating, he didn't want to give up hope. As if Natasha knew, she had mentioned a new friend in the area. Single. Smart. Not afraid to speak up. The fact that she spoke highly of you intrigued him. He surprised himself when he told Steve he was interested in meeting you.

Now that he had, he felt shattered and whole all at once.

Sam shook his head. "I'll say it again. I hope she knocks your ass in the dirt."

"I kind of hope she does, too," Bucky smiled dreamily. He considered himself lucky that you didn't after he bet a date with you instead of asking you out like a normal person. "Fuck, I wish someone would've recorded her verbally kicking Rumlow in the balls."

Watching you put Maddox in his place was the highlight of his year. Hardly anyone stood up to him, but you did it with ease. He wanted to kiss you then and there and tuck you under his arm when he saw his rival look you over. Even with your insults, the prick wanted you.

Not happening, Rumlow. Fuck off.

"Maybe someone did. You know word spreads fast around here, Hothead," Joaquin joked.

Hothead and Spitfire has a nice ring to it.

Oh, you were a spitfire and he loved it. Which is why it broke his heart when you thought he'd tell you off. All because you gave him your insight on the situation with him and Maddox, which he knew wasn't to hurt his feelings.

You spoke your mind to help, not hurt him.

How many people have told you off for speaking your mind? Who made you feel like you couldn't?

What also struck him was that you defended him without a thought for yourself. It didn't matter that he was strong enough to handle it or that it wasn't your fight. You stepped in and gave him a smile that made him feel like he wasn't alone. It was a feeling that would stick with him long after today.

"Any idea where you plan to take her on your date?" Steve asked.

Bucky smiled to himself. If he asked him that, then he was confident that he was going to win the race. And that you'd agree to really go out with him.

"I don't know, but it needs to be perfect," he said.

He had to make it special, something unforgettable.

"Nat will rip you a new one if you don't do something nice," Sam said.

Bucky swallowed and nodded. "Of course, it'll be nice. It isn't just a fucking bet. I like her."

How could I not?

Beyond standing up for him, you kept up with his banter and pushed exactly the way he needed to be. That was just in the few minutes he spoke with you. And the moment he brushed his lips against yours, he was done for. It wasn't anywhere close to being enough. He wanted to spend hours exploring your mouth and discovering every secret only a lover had the privilege of knowing.

"Did you see how many necks broke trying to look her way? A lot of guys like her," Sam teased, making Bucky scowl slightly.

Nat failed to mention how fucking beautiful you are, especially in that skirt. I'm lucky all the blood in my body didn't rush to my cock.

"Just make sure Rumlow doesn't win," Joaquin gently said.

Rumlow has another thing coming if he thinks he'll lay a finger on you without your permission, Spitfire.

"He won't," Bucky promised.

You had awakened something in him he thought lost or broken. He wasn't about to lose. He just hoped you'd take a chance on him.

Bucky will win the race, right? 😏 Love and thanks! ❤️

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bubblessunshinehoney · 6 months

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Big Fan (part6)

Chapter 6: where he's back from his mission and...well you finally get so see him naked

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tw: SMUT, this part is just that...pwp, pinv, oral, cuties, hotties...just SMUT (unprotected, so wrap it before you tap it, but they've discussed it even though it's not in the fic)

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Bucky was eager, impatient, out of his mind… four weeks, four weeks he has been on this mission. He texted you, called you once when he was sure to be in a safe place. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch…he missed you, all of you, and no one had ever made him feel like that before.

He was on his way back, his leg couldn’t stop shaking, making Sam crazy. He was so impatient to see you, to hold you, to kiss you… to touch you.

On your side, you were also eager, he texted you that he was on the jet…meaning he was coming back. You answered him, that he could come to your place whenever he wanted then.

You were feeling buzzy, dizzy, and so horny. Last time, he was here…he showed you how skilled he was with his hands, you almost came with him just massaging, grabbing, and kissing you in the most heated make out session you’ve ever experienced.

Gosh, you missed him…he’s all being, his warmth, his strong arms holding you tight against him…his lips exploring your neck, his hands… a little whimper came out of your mouth, almost frighting you and you laughed…

“I’m so ridiculous”, you grumbled.

“You’re not, doll”, this time you jumped out of your skin, looking at your front door.

“B-bucky?”

He knocked three times and you rushed to open him. You looked at each other, his eyes were sparkling with desire, want, lust and so much love.

“Hiya doll, how are you?”

You let out a groan and pulled him by his collar into your flat, kissing him…wait no, devouring him with your kiss.

He hiccupped, holding you close and grabbing your waist and ass, before hosting your legs around his waist. He closed the door with your back onto it, without breaking the heated kiss you were sharing.

He was panting, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were wild when he broke the kiss. You were hot all over, your clothes seemed to be too tight, his body heat irradiating you.

“Bucky, oh my bucky.” You whispered, your hands in his hair. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, pressing against you, holding you so tight it started to hurt you, but you couldn’t say stop, you wanted him to crush you.

“I missed you”, you let out in an exhale. He opened his eyes at this, despair in his baby blue eyes. He kissed you hard, taking your breath away. Without a word, he carried you to your room, laid you down on your bed and hovered you.

He was looking at you, with such intensity you felt shy. But you kept looking into his eyes, you didn’t back out or shied away. He pressed his lips tenderly against yours, before kissing all over your face, neck, collarbone and finally nuzzled between your boobs. He let out a heavy sigh, breathing you in deeply.

“I missed you more”, he muffled against your left boob. You felt your nipples harden, your entire body was coming to life, you were feeling more aware of your surroundings, like if you had been on hold for four weeks.

Bucky continued to kiss your body, frustrating you because it was above your clothes.

“too much clothes, buck, please…”, then you felt his hands under your shirt. A cold and hot one, you moaned, just to feel his touch was making you feel out of space.

“Doll”, he murmured. You looked at him, his jeans did little to hide his lust.

“What do you want, bucky?” you panted.

“You, I want you.”

“You have me, all of me.”

You took your shirt off, leaving you bare, you didn’t bother with a bra today. His eyes got wide, and he blushed.

“So pretty”, he said almost to himself. You blushed slightly. It might sound cliché, but nobody ever looked at you like he did.

You tugged on his shirt, and he took it off too, you bite your lip.

Gosh he was built like a god.

You passed your hands on his chest, carefully letting him stop you if he was uncomfortable. He’s breathing was shallow, but you could sense it was because he was holding back.

“You know…we could take our time later… I mean…”

“Do you know how good you smell?” he blurted out.

“Smell?”

He looked down at your crotch. “Here, I fucking smell you and it’s driving me crazy, my senses are being overstimulated. I can hear your heart beating faster each time I kiss or touch you. I can almost feel your arousal strongly every minute that pass. I’m about to burst, doll.”

You surprised both of you when you get on top. You pressed your crotch against his and he let out a beautiful moan. His hands were on your hips, and he held you tight. “Doll...” he warned.

“Don’t hold back.” It’s all you could say. The second you said it, you’re once again on your back and your short and panties were being torn apart. Bucky let his forehead rested on your lower belly, his nose nuzzling onto your inner thighs. He left butterfly kisses all over them and then he settled between your legs, you heard him growl. “Doll, can I taste you?”

“Yes, you can Jamie.” He held your thighs to open you more, his breath tickled you and then you felt his tongue.

Fucking finally.

He took his time, he slowly explored your mound, took his time to understand what you liked or didn’t like. And if you’re being honest, you’re enjoying every second of it. No one ever took care of you like Bucky did. Not one of you ex took time to eat you out, but bucky, well…he was enjoying it. He loved to hear your little moans of pleasure or the way your breath stopped when it felt divine. And if he was being honest, you tasted as good as you smelled, and he couldn’t stop his ego to grow with how wet you became the more he ate you out.

He was harder than he could ever remember, but it felt good, really good.

“Buck” you whispered, if he didn’t have a super hearing, he might not have heard you. He looked up, you were biting your lip and he came almost with how you were looking at him.

“I…” you blushed, and he smiled tenderly.

“Yes, dolly?”

“I need to come.”

He laughed softly, before nodding. “I can make you cum.”, he stated, before diving in again and this time, he sucked and licked your cunt perfectly and you felt your orgasm building. You cried out the moment he pushed two fingers in and curled them at the right spot. You clenched hard, and bucky groaned impatient to feel it around his cock.

You were panting, your legs were spasming when he came up to pecks your lips, unsure if you would like it.

You licked your lips after the kiss and giggled: “You’re wet”. His eyes sparkled with joy and amusement. You kissed him more deeply and he went lax against you, well almost, his dick was hard against your thigh and your breath hitched at the sensation.

“Want me to…?”

“No, I need to be inside you, doll, now.” He looked surprise by his own answer and quickly added. “Sorry, not right now, later or another time. If you touch me or suck me, I don’t know if I can last. I need to feel you clench around my cock.”

“Okay, Jamie, I don’t mind if you don’t last you know. Doesn’t mean we didn’t have a good time.” You smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “So, you want to feel me clench around your cock, didn’t know you could be this forward.”

He glared at you not even annoyed and you both laughed.

“I’m just too horny” he pleaded.

“So am I, so please, fuck me.”

He groaned and took off his boxers, his cock was red and the tip dripping. You flipped him on his back and straddled his waist. You slowly made your way up to align yourself and bucky stopped breathing. He was in heaven, and you were the angel to welcome him in.

“Shit, shit, shit” he muttered when you took his cock to stroke him ever so slightly before pushing it in.

You both moaned when you bottomed out. You felt him pulse, while he felt you clench and he held your hips hard, a bit too much, to not make him feel bad you put your hands on his and stroked them softly, smiling at him, while you started moving. Unconsciously, he relaxed his hold on you and started to stroke your sides and under your boobs. He was panting, focusing on letting you have another orgasm before he could let go.

You were not happy to see him hold back, you rolled your hips and sunk down before clenching as much as you could around him. He arched his back and groaned.

“Don’t hold back, James”.

To hear you called him by his name, made him loose control. He held you close before rolling so he was on top, and he started to fuck you hard, holding one leg on his hip and almost matt pressing you. You moaned loudly at the change of angle and speed. It felt amazing. His thrusts were hard and demanding but he kissed your neck and shoulders with such delicacy that you could only melt.

He panted your name, breathing you in, groaning at every spasm of your sex around his. It was so good, he didn’t want it to stop, so he slowed down, rolling his hips, going deep inside you. You gasped at the sensation, felt him pulse and then you realized…this was the best sex of your life.

Bucky was looking at you, admiring every inch of you, completely lost to see him connected with you like that. He couldn’t remember feeling so safe, happy, and good. You didn’t look at his scares like some other did, didn’t mind taking his metal arm or metal hand. And right now, you were smiling at him, scratching his back and… holding his butt?

“I wanted for a long time to hold your bubbly butt, but damn, having you like this it’s even better”, you panted, he swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Your filthy mouth would make him come in no time.

He started to speed again, you arched into him and moved your hips in time with his thrusts. You both moaned and panted.

Bucky came without any warning, he stopped breathing and his all body tensed before his relise. He looked at you and the smile adorning your face made him blush.

“hi there” you whispered, clenching ever so slightly, he whined being overstimulated.

“h-hi do-doll” he panted before pulling out gently and crashing beside you.

He was looking up, chest heaving, and you rolled on your side to look at him. You didn’t want to push anything, a bit shy to touch him.

He turned his face to you and bring you close to him, kissed your head and nuzzled into your hair, without a word. You smiled, he was adorable, you liked when he did thing naturally and silently. He always chose his words carefully. Slowly you traced patterns on his chest, he got goosebumps but didn’t even flinch when you passed over his biggest scars or close to the metal of his shoulder.

He sighed contently, stroking your side, still nuzzled into your hair, his breath almost tickling you.

“I missed you” he whispered, before his breathing slowed down, signalling you he was asleep. And you could never be prouder to see him fall asleep with you.

“I missed you more”, you whispered back.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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What Are Best Friends For? - Best Friend!Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N needed to go grocery shopping but isn’t feeling that well and isn’t up for cooking so her best friend Bucky surprises her with food & a movie

Warnings: mentions of feeling a bit sick, comfort fluff, soft Bucky, angsty, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV~

I hate having those days where you don’t feel like getting out of bed or doing much of anything it’s not like me but I woke up feeling really down and I forgot I didn’t really have much food in the house. “Oh crap.. I really don’t wanna have to go to the store.” I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Bucky saying “hey Buck.. you busy today?”

I waited a bit to see if he would respond while I played a game on my phone to keep me occupied. A few minutes later I saw the notification that he messaged back so I clicked on it and Bucky wrote, “Hey doll! You doing ok? And of course! Watcha need?” I felt guilty about asking him to bring me some food but I doubt he’d mind and hopefully maybe he’d come over and stay for a bit too. I responded back to him and said “hey bestie.. & idk.. feeling down and I’m not feeling all that great and I don’t really have anything to eat and I don’t wanna go out to the store right now.. would you mind and go get me some ramen soup and juice for me please and stay for a bit after?” I pushed send nervously waiting to see what he would say.

I panicked after a minute and texted again saying “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t ask you to go to the store for me, I’ll go don’t worry about it.” I put my phone down again and felt a bit nauseous and ended up falling back asleep before checking if he responded again.

~Bucky’s POV~

I hate when my best friend is struggling I just wanted to run over to her place and hug her so hard. I ran to the store to get all of her favorite foods plus her favorite juice and then I drove over to her place and I was about to knock but then I remembered I had an extra key she had given me last month and unlocked the door and went inside and made a few trips from the car and got everything out to start cooking.

A few minutes later I hear foot steps behind me and I heard a voice say “Bucky? How did you get in here?” I turned around and saw Y/N standing there and I smiled at her and went over to hug her and showed her the key and I said “hey doll you doing ok? and I used the key you gave me last month, I have a surprise for ya doll.” She came over to hug me and said “hey you, and yea I’m alright I guess and what’s the surprise?” I hugged her back for a minute and went over by the grocery bags and I said “I brought you all of your favorites Y/N, thought I’d make us some ramen soup and we’d watch a movie if you’re up for it?” Y/N cried while hugging me and said “aw Buck, you didn’t have to do this, I feel guilty now.” I shook my head and said “hey no don’t feel bad Y/N, I’m happy to help you. It gives me an excuse to come be with my best friend, go sit and relax hun it’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

I cooked us some soup and put together two bowls with some crackers and drinks and I brought everything over to the table by the couch and Y/N seemed like she was spacing out a bit but then looked at the table and said “wow Buck! This all looks great, what movie did you wanna watch tonight?” I handed her the remote and smiled at her and I said “you pick Y/N I wanna take care of you tonight, I would love to watch whatever you’d like.” Y/N went to go pick a movie and handed me a dvd and she shyly said “is star wars a new hope ok Bucky?” I smiled at her and said “of course darling! Pop it in, better come have your soup while it’s still hot, I even brought you a cup of your favorite juice.” She got excited and said “cranberry Cherry?!” I nodded to her and said “you bet doll, how could I forget?”

Y/N put in the movie disc and sat down grabbing her cup and sipped some of the juice and said “yum, I love cran cherry! Thank you Buck.” She got the movie started and I noticed how far from me she was sitting from me and I patted the spot by me and said “hey, come sit closer to me, I promise I don’t bite doll.” She moved closer and we ate our soup and Y/N looked sleepy a half hour into the movie and I looked over at her and said “you can rest your head on my chest if you want to Y/N.” She looked at me and said “you sure?.. wouldn’t that be awkward?” I shook my head and said “no I don’t think so, we’re best friends it’s not weird come on, we can cuddle.” She scooted closer and I helped her get comfortable and she looked up at me saying “thank you for everything you did today Bucky, you’re an amazing best friend.” I blushed and said “hey, what are best friends for Y/N, want me to stay tonight?” She hugged me and nodded saying “yes please, I’d like it if you stayed, I don’t wanna be alone.” I put my arm around her and said “I’m not going anywhere doll I promise.” We went back to watching the movie and I noticed later on that she fell asleep on me but I didn’t mind I liked that my best friend felt safe to fall asleep on me plus it helped knowing she wasn’t alone anymore.

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 1 year

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FeelMySkinOnYourSkin Masterlist

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FRANK CASTLE

Fight Club [Frank's Version] (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Matt)

Stray (Fluff)

How to Say I Love You (Fluff, Angst)

Amore Mio (Fluff)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Bucky)

Where We Begin and End (Angst/Comfort)

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (Smut/18+, Angst/Comfort)

Always A Rangers Fan (Fluff)

Not A Date (Fluff)

MATT MURDOCK

Drive (Smut/18+)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

It's Hard to Dance With the Devil On Your Back (Fluff)

Who We Are and Who We Want to Be (Angst/Comfort)

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas (Fluff)

Fight Club (Smut/18+, Angst, Fluff)

Original | Frank's Version (Alt Ending, Matt x Reader x Frank)

Take What You Need (Smut/18+, Angst)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rate My Professor (Smut/18+)

A Random Thursday (Fluff)

STEVE ROGERS

Complicated (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

BUCKY BARNES

Pongo and Perdita (Fluff)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank Castle x Reader x Bucky)

Pink Roses (Fluff)

Way Over Yonder (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

Names (Series - Fluff, Angst)

The Proposal (Fluff)

The Lighthouse (Series - Unfinished)

PART 1

Why Are You In My Bed? (Fluff)

Sex with Bucky Drabble (SMUT/18+)

I Must Have Done Something Good (Angst, Fluff)

To the Stars and Back (Fluff)

White Widow (Series - Fluff, Angst, Smut)

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You and I Were Fireworks - Sam Wilson x Reader (Fluff)

What You've Heard - Billy Russo x Reader (SMUT/18+)

Another Life - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Angst)

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manchurian-barnes · 1 year

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Not Alone (Bucky Barnes X Reader Fan Fic)

At long last a return to writing!

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Fic Below Cut, Quick Synopsis -

You know Bucky Barnes has never been a person who enjoys goodbyes, not a man who enjoys letting go. Reminded of his best friend's passing by the anniversary of his death, you find Bucky reminising, tormented by memory.

The morning light started to filter through the light curtains of your shared bedroom. Morning was your most favourite time of day, the smell coming from the coffee machine and the birds chirping outside was a gentle call to action for the day.

It was a far stretch from the small apartment you'd once shared with Bucky, back in the days after you had both returned from being ash... Many things had changed, for one you'd moved to this house, one that was left to you. Another change, another adjustment had been the loss of dear friends, of team members. Steve Rogers returning an old man from his mission to return the stones. Bucky held your hands tightly between his, the night he had been informed of Steve's plan.

"Bucky-he...no he can't be serious!" You spoke in a voice that wobbled; your usual steely resolve shattered a little at the idea of more time being lost. "Doll...When he told me, I wanted to be mad, I wanted to tell him to stay but..." His voice was huskier, his tongue darter out to lick his bottom lip, “...if it was us, and i knew they only way I could be with you...was to go back...I don't think anyone could tell me anything that would make me stay in a time period without you.". He let out a weak sigh, and you saw the way a part of him crumbled, without Steve, without his friend, he no longer had ties to the man he once had been. He looked into your eyes, and all the pain and the fear made your heart ache.

That was around two years ago, and after a period of adjustment, and the roughest patch you'd witnessed bucky go through - the two of you started to make a life together, started to make it work, to give Bucky a future.

You reached your hand out across the bed and sighed when you found Buck's side to be empty and cold. "Bub?!" You called out, sitting up and brushing your hair away from your eyes. After stretching your arms above your head, you walked downstairs. "Buck?" Your voice was a little unsure, honestly wracking your mind trying to figure out where he was. Then you spotted him, looking through the large kitchen window, walking towards the sink, leaning over, and knocking. Bucky turned to see you, and you just knew...something was deeply wrong within him.

Pulling the door open the light breeze hit your skin, head tilting to the left, you moved towards Bucky. "Morning beautiful..." He mumbled; his lips collided to your forehead peppering gentle kisses into your skin. He just took a deep breath and wrapped his arms tightly round you. It was easy just to sink into him, breathing in hard and just letting out a soft hum. "How long have you been up?" You asked after a few minutes of this silent intense embrace. "Would ya be annoyed if I admitted I've been up since midnight?" His voice was low. It took a moment, but you sighed back at him "Honestly, I'd be more annoyed if you tried to lie about that." He chuckled a bit when you spoke. "It's been two years y/n." He stated gently, pain was evident in his tone. There was a dull thud in your chest, pain, pain for him. "Oh, baby I didn't realise-" Guilt washed over you, just for a moment. You knew rationally that days were busy, and your coping mechanism was to bury grief.

Bucky was unlike you in this way. Buck didn't want to forget the grief; he had mostly learned to live with that sort of pain. "I don't have any regrets you know?" He let out gently, brushing his left hand down the side of your cheek, his touch was cold but familiar and comforting. He noticed the micro nod that happened in response. "I just miss my friend sometimes." He stated, he wasn’t justifying his grief to you, more talking himself out of the pit he had fell into overnight. "He won’t get to come to our wedding...he won’t get to meet my kids...he won’t be there and..." His throat closed. "It fucking sucks." You finished for him, a sad smile flashing across your face, "yeah..." He let out a breathy laugh, "Fuckin' sucks." he repeated. He let you move backwards from him. His head turned, and he just watched the way the leaves on the trees surrounding the house moved with the wind.

"He isn't gone." Your voice was back, you'd found the words you needed. The boards of the porch creaked and after a minute you found yourself sitting down on the steps, Bucky took time, but he joined you. His hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing a little. “He isn’t gone.” You repeated, your voice sounded a bit stronger to Buck, he could see it on your face – wholehearted belief in the words you were speaking. “Steve isn’t gone, you have him right here with you, bub…Steve left us this house, our future will happen here, with his memories. You’ve got memories that you will get to share…” You explained to him. His head fell to your shoulder, and he just breathed, nodding a little bit at the words. “I know Doll.” He whispered to you, “You know, I almost forgot the anniversary was comin’…I almost forgot about him.”. There it was, that’s why he could sleep, he was wracked with guilt about it all.

You turned after a moment and scooped up his cheeks between your hands. He smiled a little bit as he looked into your eyes. “James.” You whispered, “You aren’t going to forget Steve.” You spoke, “You will never forget him.” You kissed his nose and then let your forehead rest against his. “I almost did.” He told you. His eyes screwed right up. “Bucky…he wouldn’t want you to feel guilty for healing.” It took a second for Bucky to open his eyes back up. Looking right into your eyes. Leaning forwards your lips collided with his, and he clung to your hips, tugging you closer. He let you break backwards. “y/n, doll…I’ll be okay...I’ve got my best girl…I’ll be okay.” He assured you. He smiled as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“We will take him some flower’s later today, but right now, we are going upstairs.” You whispered into his ear, and he let out a little huff. “James Barnes…the whole broody man thing is incredibly sexy and all…but you have to sleep. No matter how determined you are to not”. He laughed at you as you said it. “I love you.” He whispered. “I love you so much…and I don’t know what I’d do…if I didn’t have you...” You stood, tugging him up with you, slipping your arms around his neck and tugging him down into a harder kiss. You kept your eyes shut, just breathing with him, “You…don’t have to think like that…I’m here for the long-haul Barnes.”

You reached across the bed, and wrapped an arm around Buck’s waist pulling yourself closer. Laying against his back. The grief would never go away. Neither would you, he wrapped a hand around your arm, holding you close. He’d be okay…He had you.

The end.

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shreddedparchment · 2 years

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Perennial Pt.18

All Night Long

07/03/2022

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: smut, language, fluff, Bucky's metal arm

A/N: We all need reader's shop to reopen so she can get back to making pretty flower bouquets. On a different note, this is my first bit of smut in a hot minute. haha I don't know how it reads and I kinda feel like it's too short. Anywho, enjoy! Let me know what you think! xoxo

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You're famous. Well, not on your own merit. You're famous for dating Bucky.

You find yourself happy that the shop is closed for the expansion as a lot of people loiter there for the first few days.

Bucky doesn't have it easy either. He's asked about you every time he goes out and often gets well wishes which is sweet.

"I hope you and the flower shop girl never break up."

The hopeless romantics of the world are so pleased that the Winter Soldier has found love. And aside from some intrusive questions about how your relationship started, it isn't unpleasant to deal with the new added fame.

Sometimes you catch Bucky worrying but what about he won't say and he makes you forget easily with some kisses and…other stuff.

Like his fans, you're pretty happy too.

Despite all of the attention, at this moment, all you really want is Bucky’s.

Coming to one of the dinner parties at the tower isn't as distracting as you'd hoped and all you can think about is getting Bucky back home.

All you can think about lately is getting him naked and you chalk it up to the honeymoon phase of your newly formed relationship but also, he's so freaking hot.

He seems distracted too, barely paying attention to whatever Sam and Steve are saying as they all sit around a cards table.

Bucky’s hand is loose around his cards but the way he strokes the thick paper's edge with his metal pointer finger has you biting your lip.

“You hear me?” Sam asks, his voice carrying over to your seat beside Rhodey who is going on about some mission with a tank and dropping it from the sky or something.

You’re not paying attention.

“Buck?” Steve is quieter but you can see him mouth the nickname.

Both of them follow Bucky’s eyeline and you shyly look away, somewhat flustered at being caught gazing at your boyfriend.

You're hoping they can't see where your thoughts are.

Your stomach flutters at the word boyfriend.

Every time you think it, it feels like a dream. Your boyfriend!

“I guess he’s too famous now to pay us any mind, Steve.” Sam sighs, speaking loudly enough again that you can hear him.

You however, turn your eyes back on Rhodey and Tony who are now arguing about how the tank story needs to be taken out of Rhodey’s rotation of party stories.

“You tell it every time I throw a party. Who here hasn’t heard that story? Can’t you add something? A love story? Maybe you sweep into some castle and steal a kiss from some hot little princess?”

“That wouldn’t be accurate to what happened Tony.” Rhodey deadpans.

“Have you always been this boring?” Tony asks him.

“Have you always been this annoying?” Rhodey counters.

Across the room Steve has leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as he nods.

“I always knew one of you would abandon the team for fame. I never thought it would be Bucky.”

When Bucky doesn’t look away from you as you steal another peek, Sam reaches out and slaps his shoulder.

“How’s it feel to be famous for hooking up with the flower girl, Barnes?”

Something about the phrase “hooking up with the flower girl” gets Bucky’s attention and he finally turns to look at Sam with a somewhat dazed expression.

“What?” he asks, voice slightly high.

Sam smiles and shakes his head before giving a nod in your direction.

“Man, why don’t you just go get your girl and get outta here? Dinner’s over and Tony won’t miss the two of you. He’s too busy fighting with Rhodes.”

Steve looks over at them and you follow his gaze to see Rhodey and Tony have gotten to their feet and are moving towards the pool table now bickering about who’s got the better break.

Apparently they don’t have to tell him twice. You see him rise from the seat, dropping his cards to flop onto the table face up.

“You had a straight?!” Sam calls out in shock but Bucky is focused. Winning hand be damned.

You turn to look up at him as he reaches you and he offers it to you, “Come on, kid. Let’s go home.”

“Won’t it be rude to leave this early?” you look around but everyone is having too much fun just hanging out to pay you two any real mind.

Steve and Sam have already gotten up to join Tony and Rhodey at the pool table.

“Nah, come on. Let’s get outta here.”

You take Bucky’s hand and he pulls you to your feet before disappearing off to get your coat while you find Pepper and say bye. The party was great and you can’t wait to text Kamala tomorrow about how you had dinner and drinks with the Avengers but you are so ready to get Bucky home.

~~~~~~~~~~

Tickles along your thigh bring goosebumps across your skin as you try to ignore the way Bucky’s fingers find just the right spots between your legs. He’s not touching you fully yet, just tracing small shapes into the soft jiggly flesh of your thighs as he slides his hand up and down slowly sliding closer and closer to your sweet spot.

If you had been wearing pants, this would be much more difficult for Bucky to do.

As it is, your short black floral party dress gives him easy access and just as you’re about to readjust your coat around your chilly arms, Bucky’s fingers make purchase and he runs his middle finger up and down your soaked panties.

“Bucky,” you beg, reaching down to grab hold of his wrist as his searching drives your legs apart a bit more.

“You were so good with everyone tonight,” he tells you, voice so low that you feel it in your chest.

The praise has an unexpected effect on you and you throw your head back against the seat of the car wishing this ride was over already.

There’s the added bonus that the driver up front is on the phone so he’s not paying the two of you any mind.

You peek at him but Bucky’s probing finger brings your attention back down as he pushes your panties aside and slips his tip into the aroused mess between your legs. Gasping quietly, you reach up to put your hand over your mouth as the slightly colder temperature shocks you for a moment. You can feel how wet you are and it’s so embarrassing.

Again you glance at the driver but Bucky scoots closer and takes his hand back only to wrap his left arm around your shoulders and as he leans in to kiss your temple, he slips his right hand between your legs to resume his fondling.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you all night long,” he whispers for you, sliding his finger into you slowly as he uses his thumb to rub slow circles around your clit.

“Bucky,” you beg again, turning your head to look at him.

He licks his lips but doesn’t kiss you, instead he stares at you as he pumps his finger into you, watching your mouth widen as he pulls you closer and closer to a climax.

He keeps his movements small and contained, turning to almost face his body towards you to shield his doings from the driver should he turn and look.

“You’re so wet for me, sugar,” he tells you, rubbing his nose against yours as he speeds up, slipping a second finger inside of you as he uses his palm to press against your clit.

You shut your eyes, willing yourself to keep quiet as the sounds of your arousal get louder. It's unmistakable, but is it loud enough for the driver to hear?

“Come for me, sugar.” Bucky demands.

“Fuck…” you whine, opening your eyes to glare at him for bringing you to this point in the back of a cab.

He smirks, and presses a little more against you, curling his fingers up just right and the dam bursts.

You squeeze his wrist, digging your nails into his skin without control as you come undone in his arms.

You gasp and he breathes with you, mouths open as he watches you fall to pieces.

You tremble and shake as he overstimulates you then lovingly pulls his fingers out of you and fixes your underwear.

“That’s my good girl,” he says and you grit your teeth against the high you’re riding.

How the hell can he tell you these things with a straight face?!

“I hate you,” you tell him, more eager than before to get him back to his bed.

Without warning he slips his fingers into his mouth, tasting you slowly before drawing them out as he savors it.

“You gotta say it like you mean it, kid.” He smiles and leans in to give you a peck as the cab slows and parks.

Bucky pays the man then exits on his side before moving around to help you out from yours, on the surface he's back to being the gentleman you know and love.

You very nearly buckle as you stand, legs weak after his fun, but he catches you and helps you straighten up.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you," says the lewd devil underneath.

You shake your head, reaching down to take his metal hand.

“Oh, no. I’ve got you Barnes, for the rest of the night. And you’re gonna pay for that little stunt.”

“I hope you’re charging me interest.” Bucky chuckles and despite your threat, you’re fairly sure that he’s going to get the upper hand again.

Honestly? You’re gonna let him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky has you pinned to the island, his hands yanking at the sash behind your dress before he starts to fumble with the buttons, exposing your back slowly.

With each new button he leans down to kiss your skin, his tongue making sloppy circles as your own hands fumble with the belt of his pants.

The clink of it coming undone is deafening.

Finally you get his button and the zipper, a skill you didn't know you had having never undressed someone behind your back before.

"Screw the dress Bucky just hurry up and fuck me," you urge him impatiently while trying to push his pants down.

Bucky abandons your dress as he pushes them to the ground.

He flicks your skirt up, underwear long since left on the hallway floor on your way in.

You can feel his hips press against your cheeks and then the hard heated bulb of his cock pressing and sliding against your lower lips as he lubricates before lining himself up.

He presses slowly and your cunt can't help but shape itself to him. He groans as he pushes in further, pressing his hand into the center of your back as you lay forward against the counter and rise to the tips of your toes as he fills you completely.

He stays there, buried within you for what feels like ages.

"Bucky…" You plead, desperate.

"You feel so good, sugar."

His words only make it worse and you squirm.

Bucky slides back and then thrusts forward, the slap of your ass against his hips is soft but your moans are anything but quiet.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry and grip the counter.

You can feel your legs shaking as he pushes into you over and over his hands gripping your hips so tight yet slipping on the fabric of your dress.

His breathing grows heavy and rough. He leans forward, lips kissing your back again as his massive body engulfs you from behind.

His hands slide up along your sides before hooking into the front of your dress and he yanks it down, exposing your breasts which he quickly cups and massages with an urgent fervor.

He pulls you up off of the counter, your back arching as he fucks you hard but fondles your chest and tweaks your nipples into hard round pebbles.

"Kiss me, sugar," Bucky pleads and it surprises you how much emotion is in his voice.

There's real desire there. He really wants a kiss.

Turning your head to the side to look back at him, he leans forward and wraps his metal hand around your neck holding you in place as he dips down, tongue first, to meet your kiss.

There's so much happening and so many sensations your mind is overwhelmed. His cock is hard and relentless, his hand on your breast demanding, his mouth eager, and his metal hand so tight to hold you still.

"I'm coming," he whispers, leaning his forehead against the side of your head as his hips move deeper and his flesh hand grips your hip.

"Oh, Bucky…" You whimper, reaching for his wrists to hold yourself up.

"Come for me sugar. I'm gonna fill you up," he grunts and it's too much.

You shudder as he continues to plunge in and out, your body shaking against his as you come undone again.

You can feel your body go limp but Bucky thrusts a few more times before you feel him spill into you. The heat makes you shiver and he falls forward with you beneath him, pinned to the counter as he gasps for breath.

"More," you swallow hard, catch your breath and push against his large form.

Turning you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips slowly.

"I want more," you tell him and he smiles, stunning you with dazed steel blue eyes.

"Anything you want, kid. I can go all night for you."

He stoops down and hooks his arms behind your thighs and lifts you up onto the counter before settling between your legs again.

"Just say when," he warns and tears you open again.

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Five

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, protective bucky, miscommunication, anxiety, overwhelming emotions, loki and sam are good bros, fat shaming comments, steve is an ass, bucky being bucky, also it seems i cannot stop using the neighbourhood songs for a bucky x reader pairing song mentioned in the latter half of the chapter is softcore, lyrics are in italics. incase i have missed anything please let me know

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

HEADLINES:

Eagle Eyed Fans Spot Y/N’s SOLD OUT Hardcover Limited Edition Novel On Bucky Barnes’ Desk.

Steve Rogers Follows and Comments On Y/N’s Latest Post — Are They Going To Pen Something Down Together?

Bucky Barnes and Loki Laufeyson Spotted Arguing At Rooftop Bar.

Dolores and Steve Rogers Get Cozy At A Socialite’s App Launch.

Y/N Shares Poems With The World. Is She Leaving Fiction? Fans Speculate Book Four Might Include Poetry.

Bucky was going to lose his mind. He already bent two forks. Loki was deeply sighing and then winced as he heard Steve’s clawing guffaw.

“Why is she with him?” Sam verbalises Bucky’s entire thought process for the past half hour. You haven’t seen the three of them yet and Bucky watches as you don’t touch much of your food over the conversation. They can’t hear anything apart from Steve either laughing or talking on his phone mid conversation. It had been about two weeks since they last saw you at the SHEILD announcement.

Bucky stares at his phone, it had been three days since he had emailed you to try and clear the air you had refused to respond to calls, texts or Instagram DMs.

The way he spoke still stung you. He couldn’t blame you. He wanted to apologise make things right.

You only extended your communication to offer expertise for giving him a breakdown of his character, which he knew he did require but only after the script read would it be heavily needed by him.

Loki had tried to speak to you as well but you had politely declined to discuss anything other than helping him understand his character. He had tried but in vain to have you understand that he genuinely wanted a friendship. Ultimately, Loki decided to give you your space, it didn’t mean he did not get mad at Buck.

Sam had decided to keep in touch via Yelena, she became the point of contact which you appreciated. The topics never strayed from work on occasion Sam would speak to you personally but never pushed for anything that was uncomfortable.

One evening he did ask you if you would like to meet Bucky again at Winnie’s Nook. He knew your answer would be a no, but when he relayed the message Bucky’s face had fallen. Sam only seemed more disappointed in him.

Tonight’s dinner was a joint effort at trying to come up with a plan to make things right with you. However seeing Bucky react to Steve and you being together, Loki and Sam exchanged glances that the plan would have to be fast tracked.

You look at Steve as he speaks on the phone for the umpteenth time. Keeping your cool you push around the remaining food on the plate. Most of your appetite lost after his passing comment on the small portion size and if it would suffice for you. The restaurant is much different than Winnie’s Nook, it lacked the warmth. It even lacked a view.

This place was a cross between ridiculously expensive looking and filled by what you can only assume a whose who of various illustrious careers.

It was a shame, you stare at your plate, the dish was good. You take a few bites trying to shove away thoughts as Steve looks towards the side yapping away. You wonder if he even requires this meeting. He had formulated an opinion on your character publicly. You bite the inside of your cheek as he cuts the call.

“Sorry about that, you know how things in Hollywood get, ah sorry first big break of yours,” he grins looking at you, “Now, why would you create such a weak ass character?”

“I prefer calculative to describe him.” You defend, don’t stab him with your spoon, don’t stab him with your spoon. You chant.

Steve smirks, “Oh Sweetheart,”

You have to hide your disgust at the irritating nickname.

“I’ve written a book too, I know weak characters intimately. Rhys is another story of weak but my character oh he suffers.” He chuckles.

“I believe you’ve written about actual people and yourself, so how can you comment if someone is weak? If they aren’t fictional? I’ve written three books.” You raise a brow, his smirk falls.

Stab him with your words, you think. How dare he slander Rhys. He’s your comfort character. Probably the favourite one you ever wrote.

“You know a weak man when you see one.” He shrugs, taking a bite of his steak, “Tell me, why did you remove me from the book and condense the character?” He demands, lips pulled back into a grimace. So he read the forums and probably your blog.

“Are you upset? Or are you worried, I will see the real you? Given how, one knows the strength capabilities by looking at someone.” You chuckle at his logic.

“Merely curious, sweetheart. Humour me, I’ve bought you dinner, gotten you to a nice place. You must have had scarce experiences as such.” Steve shrugs giving you a once over. He already had the nerve in his palm He wasn’t afraid to pinch it to cause pain or discomfort.

“Mr. Rogers—,”

“Steve, sweetheart.” He chastises, a glimmer in his eyes and you wonder for a moment if he’s playing a part trying to get under your skin or if this is his truth.

These Hollywood men are messing with your head.

Why do they need to put on a goddamn show every waking moment?

Stormy blue eyes appear at the forefront of your mind. Fuck.

“Steve.” You don’t stop your eye-roll at his smug expression,

“About your to be played character, Beckham. I can assist you. However, the decisions taken to edit my book, belonged to me without influence, the only time you were associated was when the book was a fan-fiction, a character I built with your face and name. You’ve worked in enough movies to know how disclaimers work correct?”

“So you didn’t remove me because of what I allegedly did to your precious, Mr. Barnes?” He leans forward, chin resting on his intertwined hands intrigued.

“Pray tell Steve, is this guilt? For playing Beckham it isn’t a good look he doesn’t feel remorse. If you even have to consider I cut you off, you know that you were wrong somewhere.” You rest your chin on your palm.

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing in the slightest, for a moment you feel smug. Smug that you broke through this front he puts on, but then his smirk returns.

A character he plays for himself then, you deem. All of them never genuine, you were learning the lesson easier now. You glance back down at the plate, contemplating.

Steve knows Bucky is watching, he knows you don’t know about the entourage with the way you’re seated. Secluded but not really cut off from anyone knowing what you look like, Steve chuckles again, you’re a feisty little thing.

It’s unexpected and with the way Bucky Barnes’ trademark glare is trained on Steve. He knows you are of some importance to his former best friend. His manager was right, you were going to be an important string to pursue, he just needed to have you wrapped around him not Bucky.

You stare at Steve, unwilling to back down now, he may have said things but you couldn’t succumb. So what if you decided to cut him off? He has no right to be pissed or affected.

You want to tell him off. It isn’t your battle or your war. You know you’re just a spectator on the sidelines.

Yet it somehow felt slowly you were walking eyes closed onto the crossroads.

Bucky bends yet another fork.

“Stop holding it in your left hand.” Sam grumbles.

Bucky takes the fork from Sam and bends it with his non bionic fingers and hands it back.

Loki purses his lips, but the laugh breaks out at Bucky’s childishness and Sam’s ire over the cutlery.

Bucky returns the cutlery to their unbent former glory. He also makes sure to leave a hefty tip.

“Why don’t you just go over and apologise?” Loki offers his best friend.

“Because she won’t give me a chance to do so, I’ve fucked up enough.” Bucky huffs, looking up at the wrong time because Steve is reaching to tuck your hair back. He notices you shy away, moving back in your seat.

Worry pools in his stomach, he doesn’t trust Steve Rogers, not anymore.

Dinner comes to an end for you and Steve, he diverts the topic to his current character and asks questions about what you would like him to bring to the table. You tell him you wrote the character like a chameleon, ever changing, self serving and has something up his sleeve always.

Steve walks with you towards the exit just as Bucky, Loki and Sam begin their way out.

You stay back as the door swings open as Steve moves on ahead, rendering you to bump into Bucky.

His hand reaches out to grab your arm to steady you.

“I’m so sorry—,” You look up at the person confused, “Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky gives you a soft smile, “Hey.” He says before letting your hand go, allowing you to walk ahead.

“Fucking hell.” Loki groans as the paps begin their usual camera flashes.

“Can’t handle the limelight, Laufeyson?” Steve teases. Smiling for the cameras, he looks back at you with a frown.

“Come on Y/N. Get your little bit of PR.” He chuckles pulling your arm and flashing a smile for the cameras.

Bucky keeps a poker face as your eyes meet his because you can’t take the flashes and the screaming of the paparazzi. He feels for you, remembering the conversation at the bookstore about the flashes and the anxiety their loud voices bring.

“How did you get her to do this?” Steve looks at Bucky, “Some kind of persuasion…” He trails off you.

“Rogers, fucks sake,” Bucky steps closer, Loki places a cautionary hand to stop Bucky.

“Public, Bucky.” Sam cautions, Bucky shoves his hands in his pockets, fists clenched.

“Steve, I’m not really comfortable with this—,” Your protest reaches dead ears, the questions by the paparazzi become borderline insulting.

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder smiling at the cameras, “Just smile.” He whispers, you shift away slightly. He tightens his grip, smile never leaving his features.

“Y/N how is it like spending an evening with Steve?”

“Have you read his book? Is it better than your own work?”

“Who is better company, Bucky or Steve?”

“Are you leaving fiction writing?”

“Any boyfriend, or ex? What does he think about you hanging out with Steve.”

“Steve do you have any dates after this meeting?”

They laugh then at that comment.

You remain quiet looking down and trying not to get dizzy because of the flashes. Yelena had told you how this would be your new found fate, adjusting to it was proving difficult.

“Did we get it?” Steve turns to his manager, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. She gives you a charming smile. That did nothing to ease your nerves.

“We did.” She looks at the paps, soon enough they leave at her gesture. You take a breath stepping away from Steve.

“Well, nicely done.” Valentina praises you, “Much better than the pictures with Barnes.”

Sam scoffs, “Much more staged, yes.” He comments. Loki snickers, Bucky laughs.

“I can send you some tips, Mr. Wilson. You need to keep the PR better. His social media is severely lacking.” Valentina offers him a card.

Sam just stares at her. She shakes her head putting it back in her bag.

Steve turns to them narrowing his eyes, “We’re on first name basis at-least.” He tilts his head to gesture towards you. You roll your eyes.

Loki meets your gaze, you look at Bucky, his blue gaze on you. You bite the inside of your cheek, you don’t want to deal with him.

“Funny, we used to be on first name basis too, Rogers.” Bucky provides him with a cold smile.

Steve’s smug expression sours, he’s about to say something,

“Alright, enough, save the public fights for the film promo during filming.” Valentina taps Steve’s shoulder and they begin walking towards the car they drove here.

Your shoulders sag in relief when they leave, retrieving your phone you decide to book a cab.

The apps tell you its a ten minute wait, you spot the little cafe on the opposite side of the lot.

When you turn to walk, Loki pushes Bucky in your direction with a ‘dude-go-talk-to-her-look’.

Bucky stumbles, saying your name, just as you take the first step. You squeeze your eyes shut before turning to face him. You don’t want to deal with any of this right now.

“I could, Could I drop you home?” He offers, hoping you say yes.

“Its okay, I don’t want you to think I’m after a PR moment.” You don’t feel great at his wince, hell taunting him with his own accusations hurts you somehow.

“I deserve that, but, let me drop you home please? Or if you’re more comfortable with Loki he—,”

“Loki is going to the club with Sam.” Loki announces, grinning at you, “Hey there.”

You wave at him, finding yourself smiling back.

“Long time no see.” You comment drily. Loki chuckles eyes moving towards Bucky, who has his gaze trained upon you.

“Yeah well, I could blame you… but I don’t want a novel written…” Loki trails off.

“Oh, is that so? Well,” you retrieve your phone, opening the notes app, clearing your throat you begin, “He stands in a parking lot surrounded by his friends, he mocks me for my storytelling. His green eyes convey the emotion which he cannot show— sarcasm. All while his friend does not understand why are we communicating this way. Even though his friend is the reason we do not speak.” You speak out loud while typing gibberish.

Sam laughs catching onto the joke and Bucky raises a brow between the two of you.

Loki chuckles and you tuck away your phone.

“What?” He requests getting confused even more, mildly because he is still nervous about messing up yet again.

“Banter.” Loki shrugs.

Bucky wonders if you would ever be at ease this way with him. After the shit he spewed he doubts it.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts, Loki and Sam purse their lips and look at you.

You shrug, not really knowing what to say.

“Y/N… let him drop you home, please.” Loki suggests.

“I can get by just fine—,” You have the protests lined up,

“Look you both need to sort it out because SHEILD will exploit anything for drama, and you hate PR bullshit, Bucky does too, just bury the hatchet please, one last chance, if he fucks it up you can ignore him all you want, I promise.” Sam gestures to you and he has a point. Loki nods in agreement.

“Okay.” You agree for the sake of not being forced to do anything for useless drama.

“Thank you.” Bucky smiles, “My car is that way.” He points and you turn in the direction.

Bucky turns to Sam and Loki gratefully.

“You owe me one.” His friend chuckles, Loki gives a stern look.

“Don’t mess it up.” Sam warns Bucky nods, jogging after you.

The car ride is silent, Bucky’s hands grip the wheel tightly. The material of the gloves taut over his knuckles.

You try not to move your gaze to him, but it is difficult. As if your throat aches to speak to him. Your hands stay folded in your lap, but the fiddling with your fingers out of anxiousness begins, you try to press your palms flat on your bag. Yet after moments you’re back to fidgeting.

Bucky swallows thickly, his attention on the road slipping because he wants to look at you. If there was a stoplight, he’d study your profile. Several moments he noticed your nervous movements.

Part of him just wants to reach out, quell your nerves. Part of him is internally kicking himself for not explaining his side of things, allowing you to stew in words he did not mean.

Does he even deserve to offer an explanation?

Your eyes and Bucky’s shift to the clock on the dashboard. It has just been ten minutes.

He inhales deeply, followed by a long exhale. You wonder if a knife could cut the thickness in the air.

He clears his throat, you turn to him.

“Do you want to hear some music?” He questions, blue eyes reflected in the orange of the streetlights.

“Yeah, music is good…” You shrug.

Eleven words is a good start you suppose.

His hand shifts to the console, pressing the media button, soft radio chatter fills the car.

Bucky shifts stations till music begins.

The song is familiar, Bucky pauses tapping to the beat,

‘You’ve been my muse for a long time,

You get me through every dark night,

I’m always gone, out on the go,

I’m on the run and you’re home alone,

I’m too consumed by my own life’

Bucky shifts in his seat, you look ahead at the road.

‘Are we too young for this?

Feels like I can’t move

Sharing my heart

Is tearing me apart.’

Bucky snorts, breaking into a fit of laughter. You stare at him, the crinkles by his eyes prominent. The sound is full of mirth despite the lyric that prompted it.

“Sorry I just, the line, god, it’s morbid humour at best.” He runs his hand through his hair, switching lanes.

You wait for him to explain further, worried about saying something to upset him.

“Conversation works two ways, Y/N.” He teases, meeting your confused gaze, “However I understand your reservations due to my own actions rather words.” He sighs, disappointment embedding itself into his being.

“I know you didn’t know about Steve Rogers being cast, it was a stupid gimmick to get a rise out of Loki and I.” Bucky explains, “I figure you know probably about the highlight reel of what occurred between Steve and I.”

He looks at you again, you nod.

“Which is one of the reasons why I said what I said to Loki. I know a muse can be anyone or anything. I just, I don’t know why I get overly defensive still, it has been what? Six-Seven years? It hurts still, but accusing you of something you didn’t do and you probably would not do. That was worse than a fucking asshole behaviour of me.” He purses his lips, then scowls.

“I know I’ve apologised prior and we were on our way to being sort of civil and/or friends. I, want to apologise again.” The car stops at a red light and he turns to face you.

“I, I don’t know what to tell you? I, the way things got handled during the release… the whole ‘me using you’…” your hands make quote marks,

“I’m sorry Steve did such a shitty thing to you which is not excusable. I guess having your face attached to another thing wasn’t a great experience either.” You chuckle lightly, Bucky smiles feeling some amount of progress.

“I can understand your reaction but I can’t excuse it, Mr. Barnes. Everyone is burned before and that makes us cautious. You were looking out for Loki, which I’m sure he appreciates.” You look ahead.

“Oh, no he ripped me a new one. I don’t think he’s ever crossed the 90 minute lecture mark and he did that night.” Bucky informs you wincing at the memory. Loki was absolutely livid even more than the time Bucky drank himself stupid and sat in his car.

Bucky shakes his head, shrugging away the memory. The signal turns green he begins driving with his left hand. The other resting on the console.

“Why do you still call me, Mr. Barnes?” He wonders.

“You never told me to call you anything else, Mr. Barnes.” You chuckle.

“You can use my name. I insist.” He adds lightly, a smile on his lips.

“Okay, good to know.” You say, Bucky closes his eyes for a second, slightly disappointed his name didn’t follow.

“I wanted to ask… that story you uploaded? Writing ‘fuck’ under the chapter title?” He supinates his forearm to gesticulate his question.

You laugh now, “Your coveted production house bought my publishing house. Meaning they automatically get dibs on most of my work, which means my contracts need to be very ironclad to protect myself. Doesn’t help that Alexander Pierce is almost staring everyday at me to, waiting for me to ask for an extension in exchange of a favour.” You shudder.

Bucky pulls over to the shoulder the tires screech as he slams the breaks. You lurch forward his arm reaches across you to stabilise despite you having the seatbelt on.

Your brows furrow, before you can speak he turns completely towards you in the limited space. He draws his hand back.

“Promise me, please, no matter if we’re civil or friends or not. You won’t go to him for favours, he’s, he’s a vulture. Y/N you need to be careful.” Bucky’s hand twitches to reach out to your own.

“I, I won’t.” You look between his intense gaze, “I find him kind of creepy. Weirdly touchy—,”

“When and where?” The venom in his words would kill upon impact.

“It, it isn’t, he’s not inappropriate—, a brush here or a comforting hand over palm there.” You swallow, it was uncomfortable but not something you could verbalise.

“If he makes you uncomfortable or pulls any shit, I hope to God, I hope to God sincerely, that he doesn’t try anything with you. Please know you can come to me okay? I’ll, fuck, that man is bad news.” Bucky shakes his head, disgusted by everything he has heard and seen about Alexander.

“Why do all you still work for him?” You question.

“As you said, those fucking contracts, his leverage in the industry, it is a fucked up game to them, to him. There is never anything concrete to take him down.” Bucky doesn’t state the other things. You don’t need to know the darker bits and pieces.

“Please, promise me.” He requests again.

“I promise, James.” You reach for his hand. His fingers intertwine with yours, you both stare at the limbs.

Bucky finds it different somehow when you take his name, not the nickname that has become common to everyone. Synonymous with his very being.

When you look back up at him, you realise you both have leaned closer.

Bucky studies your features, the way your eyes gleam softly in the streetlight, your lip gloss glimmering when you purse your lips then let them go.

Bucky doesn’t realise how or when his left hand rests on your cheek. The temperature hidden by his gloves.

When his thumb strokes your cheekbone you close your eyes. Bucky’s eyes close as well, your breaths intertwine, heart somersaulting as you feel something soft brush against your lips.

Bucky can taste the sweet scent of your lipgloss, softly brushing against his own lips. He doesn’t want you to regret this, he doesn’t want you to think he’s taking advantage of you.

The way your hand rests upon his, your warmth blooming through his layer of defence. His layer of protection.

Something cracks within him, dark, urging, commanding him to push you away.

'Doing what I can, tryna be a man (be your man) And every time I kiss you, baby I can hear the sound of breaking down'

Bucky’s forehead rests against yours, you give a sad smile. Your eyes are still closed but you knew.

You knew this would occur.

“James.” You swallow thickly.

“I am so sorry.” He wants to apologise for not giving in to the moment.

“You have a lot on your mind, mistakes happen, at-least you stopped, before, before you would regret it.” You shift back, your warmth and closeness leaving, have him feel colder than ever.

You look down at your hands, Bucky screws his eyes shut. Head leaning against the headrest looking up at the roof of the car.

I wouldn’t have regretted it. He wants to tell you, but he decides to keep quiet.

You play with the hem of your dress, he recalls something.

“Is, this looks like the dress you described Doll wearing during the dinner party with Beckham.” He murmurs, you chuckle.

“So Rhys remembers but Beckham doesn’t,” your comment makes him smile lightly.

“That’s why she ends up with Rhys. Get their happy ending.” Bucky shrugs.

“If only those were common.” You murmur, twiddling your thumbs. Bucky places a hand on yours, pausing your movements.

“What has you anxious?” He questions, you don’t look toward him.

You. You want to speak, looking up concern drips from him, “I, I need to get home.” You deflect.

“I just want to apologise to you, one more chance to show you that I’m, I want to be friends.” He admits. You absorb his words.

Bucky nods, allowing you your silence. His hand remains above yours, as he manoeuvres the car back onto the lanes. When your thoughts begin to swirl again, you play with his hand without thinking.

Bucky observes you, letting you fidget, brushing your fingers over the gloves. So delicately as to not harm him. A softness tugs within his chest.

“Do you like these?” You question, looking at his side profile, he shrugs. His thumb absentmindedly running along the edge of your index finger.

“I wear them because I don’t like the stares or comments. Also the whole image aspect… It’s sort of a layer between people and I,” he shrugs not knowing how else to explain the way the disgust was interwoven into his return to cinema.

“Do you at-least have a safe space? Or someone you can take them off of in their presence?” You wonder, genuinely curious.

“I do, my family, Sam and Loki.” He tells you, you smile.

“That is good.” You wonder if telling him about Steve would garner what reaction.

“Loki plays Rhys’ best friend right?” You ask, Bucky nods.

“Originally Rhys had two best-friends, I merged them into one.” You explain.

“I don’t follow…” He looks to you slowing down before the turn towards your neighbourhood.

“Steve was one of the original friends, so he asked me, if I did that because of what he did to you.” You look at Bucky.

He begins to laugh, “So he was pressed about being kicked out? Wait he read the original fanfic?”

“More like worried about knowing ‘why was he cut off’?” You giggle, nodding at the latter half of the question.

“What did you tell him?” Bucky is amused, he hadn’t ventured onto your blog just read the book.

“I didn’t answer his question just asked him if he feels guilty is that why he questions my decision? He diverted the topic.” You shrug.

“If he had any guilt he would apologise.” He declares.

“Sometimes people think the time to apologise is too late, in Steve’s matter however it’s about the fact he doesn’t realise he did something gravely wrong.”

“You don’t agree with what he did?” Bucky sounds surprised.

“He didn’t take your permission, he didn’t take your consent, he wrote about what occurred with you and made it about him? What kind of an egomaniac do you have to be?” You scoff,

“I mean I might fall into the non permissive category but like,”

“What you do is different.” Bucky declares.

“Happy you think that way.” You look towards him.

The car stops outside your home. Bucky looks at you.

He moves his hand forward, “Friends?” He feels as though he is a kid in kindergarten.

“Friends.” You shake his hand.

“Does this remind you of kindergarten?” You ask,

“It does.” He smiles.

“James, this, you have your one chance but please know it is the last one. I do not have it in me to go back and forth.” You gaze into his eyes, the little street lamps illuminating his features.

“I won’t let you down.” He adds, you smile.

Bucky watches you walk up to your house, you open the door, turning towards him.

His silhouette waves at you from the car.

Bucky stays till he watches the door shut, you watch from the window in hall as his car moves away.

You go about your nightly routine, changing your clothes and checking up on your mom.

“How was dinner?” She questions, hand held by yours, you smile.

“It was okay.” You shrug.

“I see you’re smiling after this one.” She grins, trying to find a topic to tease you upon.

“Mum it isn’t like that they are all working with me. Also it isn’t like the fictional worlds I create.” You pull her blanket up further.

“Well one day you’re going to have that love the kind that you write and read about.” She runs her hand over your head. Your throat tightens at the gesture.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You offer, she nods.

“Something funny?” She requests as you stand to go bring your laptop.

Your phone stays charging near your laptop on the desk, biting the inside of your cheek you contemplate.

Almost forty minutes have passed since you got home, unlocking the device you find his contact, opening up the muted thread you type the message.

The warm mist clears around him as Bucky steps out of the bathroom. Running the towel through his hair, his phone lights up on the nightstand.

Y/N:hey, thank you for dropping me home. I hope you got back to your home safely too.

Bucky smiles, beginning to type out the reply

James:I did get home about fifteen minutes back, hope everything is okay at home for you.

He sets the device back down not anticipating a reply, Loki and Sam were already updated on the situation.

When he gets back into bed deciding to scroll though social media your name remains in the notification tab.

Y/N: that’s good, yeah it wasn’t chaotic or anything just watching Nailed It on netflix with mum she wanted to watch something funny. Have you seen it?

You’re opening up the conversation floor with him, Bucky’s chest mirths, elated that he’s making more progress.

He begins typing out his response that no he hasn’t, you immediately request him to at-least watch one episode.

Bucky chuckles pulling up the app on his phone to watch.

HEADLINES:

Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Amidst Tensions At Home - Read What Her Relatives Have To Say About The Author.

Bucky Barnes Hanging Out With Dolores — Onlookers Say Things Got Steamy.

Loki Laufeyson Spotted Outside BW’s Building Chatting With An All Smiles Y/N. Is This A New Friendship?

Steve Rogers Standing Outside Y/N’s Doorstep With Flowers — “I feel bad for her, I know what it is like to have someone dear to me be ill. I had to visit.”

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Catch Up Over Coffee And Books At Their Favourite Independent Bookstore. Sneaky Fans Catch Pictures!

Yelena Belova and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Arguing Outside BW — Yikes! The Pictures Tell A Story.

Bucky Barnes Uploads Sweet Pictures From Visit To His Parent’s House.

A.N.: raise you hand if you thought bucky was gonna mess up again? *me raises hand as well*

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misty-camellia · 1 year

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Today is a special day for a certain person named Bucky Barnes!!

I’m trying to find my time to watch captain America but I only read a few fan fics of him and he is good looking! <33

Btw his birthday is 10th March 🤭

So,HAPPY DEAR BIRTHDAY BUCK ❤️❤️✨🫶🏻🫶🏻

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #happy birthday #🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#captain america

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polizwrites · 1 year

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Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou

Bucky is less than thrilled about exploring what’s supposed to be a deserted island off the coast of Louisiana. But letting Sam go alone would be worse.

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF192 Sea and Sun] as well as my @allcapsbingo N4 - Deserted Island square.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Rating: General Tags: Falcon and the Winter Soldier compliant, mission fic, Louisiana, Bucky is not a fan of Nature Word Count: 355

Bucky was still getting used to this part of the country, where lakes and rivers and bays all sort of flowed one into the other and the ground under your feet couldn’t always be trusted. He was a city boy, born and bred, with Central Park and Coney Island beach being his touchstones of nature. Everything down here felt too wild and untamed, dangerous and unpredictable.

The two of them had stepped off the Paul & Darlene onto what Sam had called Lonesome Island but looked – and smelled – more like a gigantic heap of seaweed and mangrove with nothing making it worth more than a cursory visit. But that was exactly the reason they were here: to find out if this deserted island really wasn’t deserted after all.

Sam pointed across the water to a smudge of green just above the waves. “That’s the West Black Bay Seaplane base, but I’m pretty sure the guys we’re tracking are using this island as their base instead

“I still don’t know why we had to come out here,” Bucky complained, water already starting to ooze into his boots. “Isn’t that what your little drone-thing for? Remote surveillance and stuff?”

“Redwing can only do so much on his own, Buck. Don’t you want to take these smugglers down for good?”

“If they’re hanging out here, odds are the gators and mosquitoes will take them down first.” Bucky replied irritably, swatting at a cloud of bugs.

“Fine. Go sit your ass in the boat. But put a line in the water at least, so it looks like you’re fishing or something.” Sam shot back.

“Nuh-uh. We’re a team, Sam. Whither thou goest and all that jazz.” As if Bucky would let his friend hunt down their quarry alone. Besides, now that the sun was starting to burn off the fog, Bucky could admit there was a certain charm to the island, especially as a light breeze was blowing away the heavy scent of vegetation, replacing it with salt-laden sea air.

Bucky could still think of a hundred places he’d rather be, but he belonged at Sam’s side -- wherever that was.

#writing stuff #fanficlet #flash fiction friday #mcu/marvel #Bucky & Sam shenanigans #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Shameless Self Promo

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Please please please would you ever think of writing more to wait, what? I love it.

Maybe the group are upset they weren’t their for the wedding so they ask the reader and Bucky to have another one, renewing vows so they call all be there.

Plus the uncle and aunts playing with the baby. Babies first show of super grip.

More babies. How happy Bucky is when she is pregnant again. Maybe twins and they name them after the group; like have a girl so call her Samantha for Sam and a boy who is Nathaniel/Niklaus for nat.

Would love to see Tony as baby 2s godfather. Could totally see him “competing” against Steve. Look I got my Godkid this and that more than steve gave his. Not that it matters as tony fits for best uncle title so he gives everything to baby Stevie anyway :). Etc. Love your writing can’t wait to read your next fic. Anyway How are you? Hope you are well. How do you come up with stories?

YES YES One of my FAVOURITE AUs which I love to keep adding too. I've broken up this ask into parts here:

Wait, what? - 💔🥰 The secret you’ve been keeping from the team can only be hidden for so long (pregnant reader)

Wait, what? 2 - 🔥💔🥰 A little more back story + baby Barnes! (pregnant reader)

I do (again) Wait, what? 3 - 🥰 Everyone missed the first wedding, obviously you have to have another one

Wait, what? More Babies? - 🔥🥰 The family grows with a little new addition

Here is a little drabble with the aunts and uncles being complete menaces because they compete with each other. You shook your head looking at the growing pile of gadgets and toys collecting everywhere. There wasn't a single place where there wasn't a new present from either and aunt or an uncle, your kids spoilt beyond reason.

"Mama look!" Stevie ran into your room with a new shield in hand, proudly showing off the new technology it had been upgraded with from when he first got it. He whistled, grinning when the shield started to rumble before the plates shifted, expanding it to double the size. He had on a special type of watch fitted to his wrist and you couldn't even begin to comprehend what that would lead to.

"Baby, where do we keep all this?"

"In my room!" He scrambled off without looking back, only to have his presence replaced by the twins, each floating into the room with glowing red capes.

"What on earth are you to doing?" You knew better than to try and intervene with whatever it was they were doing, Samantha and Nathaniel giggling while sipping in circles from their latest gift from Aunty Wanda.

"Aunty Wanda charmed it for us!" They squealed, the tiny rocket booster running shoes they had been given from Tony boosting them to the ceiling.

"Get down from there!" You hissed, making your way to the living room to ask each God parent if they were trying to take years away from your life through stress.

"Did you see what I got for the tiny terminators" Tony grinned at Steve, hearing sound of laugher down the hall followed by your exasperated voice. He chuckled when he saw you disheveled form with each twin under your arm, clutching onto them like footballs to keep them from flying off.

"Best. God Father. EVER" Nathaniel grinned while Samantha nodded, trying to squirm from your hold.

"Steve jr got an upgrade too" Steve stated proudly, seeing his god son using his shield to surf down the staircase, causing you to drop one twin and catch your elder son before he face planted onto the floor.

"For F-" You caught yourself before finishing your sentence, both men snickering while you huffed, "I swear, wait till daddy is home" You placed your kids in a pile between their God fathers before going up to take a well deserved bath.

Bucky snorted at the sound of chaos that he heard as he made his way from the gym to your shared bedroom. He didn't want to set food into the living room when his demon spawn and Satan's love child god fathers were together, making his way straight to you instead.

"How are you mama" Bucky whispered softly, seeing the bathroom door left lightly ajar, the scent of lavender filling the room.

"Your children are spoiled Barnes" You peeked one eye open before closing it again, humming when you felt Bucky step into the tub, settling himself behind you.

"And who is spoiling mama?" He smirked, letting a sneaky hand trail down between your legs, kissing the sensitive skin on your neck, "Hm?"

A snap of his fingers was all that was needed to lock the doors and sound proof the walls. He'd already shot a text to Steve before coming to your room.

"You're both babysitting. Code XXX" (and Steve 1000% blushed like mad though Tony cackled and decided to set up a bet on if tonight would make another baby Barnes)

It was going to be a loooong night.

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😈 Cursed Horse 🐴

A Sabine and GN! Reader fanfic!

WOOOO!!! Another Sabine fic!!!! Sabine fans… i got bad news for u… this one is angst 💔💔💔 I’m so sorry to all the Sabine fans 😭💔 this one is also a friend fic! And a fic about the past 👍👍👍 so like first ever soul riders and dark riders kinda deal!!! This doesn’t exactly fit game backstory but 😏 its fanfic so … 😳 let’s pretend it do ❤️ Also I remembered that Sands went by diff names during diff years so i used one of those names here! This is set in silly cowboy times… sabine is awesome cowboy!!! 🐎🐎🐎 was gonna make this fic more cowboy and red dead like but ended up deciding not to bcs i wanted to make it more angsty 😈😈😈 also help i wrote so much. 😭 Anyways ty @ barricade-moonriser for the request! This was so much fun to write tysm! :D ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy!!! 😁😁😁

Summary: You and your best friend lived a peaceful life…until she found the horse.

Warnings: none.

“There he is” your best friend gestured to a horse in a clearing. If you had known that day how much that damn horse would change your life you would have begged your friend not to go. You watched as she slowly walked forward. She had no fear as she stealthily approached the horse. The steed did not notice her it was too busy grazing to notice her approaching. You stayed in place not wanting to scare the horse away. Now in the future you wished you had moved you wished you would have started screaming and waving your arms in an attempt to scare the damn horse away. You regretted just sitting there watching as she approached the horse. You still remember her laughter as she held onto the horse’s mane, and it bucked wildly. She was so happy, and she looked like a rodeo pro. Your best friend stayed on the horse managing to calm it enough for her to ride. Days later a fire started in the barn the horses were thankfully out grazing in the pasture, but your friend’s horse was missing. When you checked the barn there it stood…amongst the flames it reared and bucked. You saw its hooves they were on fire and its eyes were bright red. The horse was not normal it had started a fire in the barn. No one believed you when you told them they all told you that you must have been in shock and imagining things but your friend…every time you talked about what you saw she got anxious. Two days after the fire the newspapers wrote about it, and they said your friend’s horse was a “miracle horse” for having survived the fire. Ten days after the fire a strange man who said his name was Mr. Sandy came looking for your best friend. You saw him when he got off the train, but you did not know who he was then. You were riding by the station and your horse suddenly became terrified and another horse with gray fur and a white marking on their chest reared trying to free himself from the tie up outside the station. When you saw the man, your horse forbid you from riding closer to him. He seemed to be looking for someone and you just wanted to help him, but your horse refused. Once you clicked your tongue to keep riding your horse quickly took off into a sprint. At nighttime you and your best friend sat in the kitchen of your home talking about something that had gone down in town when you both heard a knock at the door. Your friend went to open it and she soon came back into the kitchen with Mr. Sandy and two women. The man introduced himself and the women who came along with him. One of them who you learnt was named Jay was very elegantly dressed she looked like she had just come from a formal event. The other whose name was Katja was dressed like she was expecting a horrible winter to hit at any moment. You made eye contact with her once and it shook you to your core. That woman had a horrible energy on her and you became terrified. You wanted to leave but you did not want to leave your best friend alone with strangers, so you stayed trying to keep yourself from shaking due to fear. Your friend spoke with Mr. Sandy who said he found out about you both due to the fire in your barn and the “miracle horse” being on the papers and he had something to say about your friend’s horse. “You have something that belongs to me” the man sat down and the women with him stood by him like bodyguards. “That horse escaped from my barn days before you found him” Mr. Sandy looked at you and you frowned knowing he was going to ask for the horse. You would have given it to him right away because you knew what you saw that day in the burning barn, but he was not yours he was your friend’s, and you knew she would be broken by the loss of her horse. “Is there any way we can buy him from you Mr. Sandy?” you didn’t want your friend to be sad, so you started to try and make a deal.

The man shook his head, and he stood up “show me where my horse is” he raised his hand not allowing you to speak when you opened your mouth, and he repeated what he had said but this time in a harsher tone. You looked down at the ground thinking about what to do and then you looked to your best friend. Her eyes were glossy it was clear she was upset. The woman nodded and she told you to “go ahead and show him where the horse is.” You walked out of your home with Mr. Sandy behind you. he was quiet as you walked to where the horses were being kept while a new barn was being built. When you got to the spot the horses ran away neighing loudly and only one stayed…your friend’s horse…well Mr. Sandy’s horse stood in the middle of the field and then he began to walk to the man. As the horse walked to you both you got his halter ready. You turned only for a second to get the halter and when you looked back the horse had bright red eyes that seemed to glow in the night and hooves that were on fire and burning the grass. The man was looking at the horse and he spoke “you knew what this horse could do before it burnt the barn didn’t you?” he looked to you, and you dropped the halter terrified of what you were seeing. “You saw what he truly was, and you kept it a secret” he gave you a crooked smile “you know who you are.” You shook your head “I have no idea wha-“ you bumped into something and when you looked back you saw your best friend glaring at Mr. Sandy. She held your shoulders trying to calm you down and keep you in place. At this moment you knew he was never talking to you…he was talking to your friend. “You must have known the moment you rode him” the man continued talking “you lied to your friend you told them you didn’t believe the horse started the fire, but you knew they weren’t lying.” You gave your best friend a confused look “what is he talking about?” you turned around to grab her hands and she gave you a sad look “what is he talking about?!” Mr. Sandy laughed quietly behind you “your friend lied to you.” he was talking to you now “she knew what the horse could do she knew it started the fire…in fact she helped the horse.” You went wide eyed, and you shook your head “he’s lying” you said, and you squeezed her hands “tell me he’s lying.” Your friend let go of your hands and she backed up “he’s telling the truth” she looked down at the ground ashamed “I was there I was about to go for a ride and…I don’t know what happened suddenly I had this power and then-“ you interrupted your friend with a sob, and her anxiousness on the subject of the fire made sense now… you backed away from her. You realized you were getting close to Sandy and his damn horse, so you started walking away from everyone. Your friend walked after you “wait! I can explain!” she cried to you, and you shook your head “stay away from me!” you sobbed “get away from me!” you were terrified, and you did not want the woman near you. your friend stopped walking completely heart broken by your terrified look, and she didn’t chase after you when you ran away. After that night you did not see your friend again…when you returned home, she was gone…all her things were gone nothing was left behind. Mr. Sandy had told her that night that she was a Dark Rider that she was destined to ride the horse she found in the clearing. He told her great things awaited her if she followed the path Garnok had created specially for her. having nothing left to lose due to you leaving she joined the man and along with Jay and Katja she wreaked havoc on Jorvik. You became deputy to a sheriff years later and you kept your town safe always keeping an eye out for the damn man and horse that ruined your life and took away your best friend. You passed years without seeing him and you were convinced he had left Jorvik for good. You rode around town making sure everyone and everything was alright. With you was another deputy who rode on a white horse with an odd colored mane. The two of you were talking about heading back to the sheriff’s office when you saw a fire start near your old home.

You went with the deputy to investigate it and when you got there you saw it…the same damn horse who had started the fire in the barn long ago and on his back a rider dressed in red, gold, and black held something in their free hand. You thought it was a torch at first and then you realized their hand held fire pure fire with nothing else to it. you and the deputy were terrified and so were your horses. Your horse neighed and backed up and the person on the black steed turned and looked to you…your heart dropped to your stomach, and you gasped as you saw who was on the horse…your best friend… she hadn’t changed at all… you were different due to all the years that had passed but she looked exactly the same as the day you left her. You held back tears as she looked at you and her expression was the same as yours…pure sadness on her face. you opened your mouth to speak, and your throat produced nothing but a small sob. The fire in the woman’s hand slowly died out and she watched you as tears streamed down your cheeks, and you managed to choke out a single word…

“Sabine?”

TYSM FOR READING!!! :D also spooky friday the 13th today…. So scary….. 😨😨😨

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinessofanfic #sabinesso #katjasso #jaysso #mr.sandssso #ssofanfic #whatsthesoftestwaytosay…utookawaymyfriend…mybuddy.#sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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swtltlmrvlgrl · 3 years

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Stay Until the Rain Stops

Summary:

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier AU. In Bucky’s search of what his “normal” looks like, he finds the reader sitting in a dark alleyway giving shelter to everything else, besides herself.

This story is part of my one-shot compilations inspired by the song “You Shine” from the musical “Carrie”, wherein two people see the way each other shines. This is NOT related to the previously uploaded story called “Accidents Happen”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic!sam wilson and peter parker)

Warning/s: allergies, rain, fever, fainting, awkward

Word Count: 4,750

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“How can I leave you if you’re looking at me like that?”

You were on your way home from work, and it was raining heavily. To prevent the rain from soaking your bag and the important papers due tomorrow inside it, you positioned it in front of you - as if you’re cradling a baby in your arms. You were typing something on your phone when you heard a cry coming from the direction of the alleyway, you looked around to check if people noticed it too.

The sound of the cry hit too close to home that you weren’t able to ignore it. You walked towards and into the dark alleyway. With one umbrella in hand and your phone on the other, you turned on your phone’s flashlight and searched for the source of the soft cries.

You found it, and it is EXACTLY what you thought it was. Staring straight into your eyes with its pleading puppy dog eyes is obviously a puppy. It’s soaking wet inside a cardboard box. You immediately take off your grey cardigan and crouch down.

“Your parents left you here, huh?” You say, while wrapping the cardigan around the puppy.

You sit down - indian style - and place the box between your thighs. You pull the box and your bag closer to your body to make sure that the dog and your bag is properly placed under the umbrella, not minding the huge droplets of water accumulating on your back.

“I’m sorry.” You tell the puppy.” This is the only thing that I can do.”

The puppy wags its tail slowly. It breaks your heart that you can’t take the puppy home, but you’re allergic to dogs and puppies. The mere fact that you actually had contact with this puppy right now will have its consequences tonight or tomorrow, it’s fine but having it with you every day is a death sentence. Of course, you WOULD know.

When you were a child, you would ask your mother everyday to visit your aunt’s place because she had five dogs. You knew you were allergic to dogs so you made sure that you always drink your antihistamine after visiting your aunt’s house. But after playing with her dogs the whole day for 5 consecutive days, your body did not respond to the antihistamine anymore and you had to be rushed to the hospital. The worst part is, ever since that day, you’re not allowed to visit your aunt’s house and play with her dogs. You can only admire dogs from afar. That experience left a void in your heart that can only be filled by watching dog videos everyday.

“Ah!” You remember that you have a leftover carrot in the lunch box. “Today is your lucky day champ.” You scramble through your things. “My lunch was cut short so I have a few pieces of carrots left.”

You mash the carrots with your fingers, making it easier for the puppy to eat. “Here you go.” The puppy licks the mashed carrots at the tip of your index finger. “Good?” You ask, after you see him finishing up the food. The puppy wags its tail enthusiastically. “Man, how long have you been here?”

The puppy barks in response. “A long time huh?” You pat its head. “Okay. Here’s a deal.” You take his right paw with your right hand. “I’ll ask around the office tomorrow. I promise I’ll find you a new parent. Okay?” You shake his paw and he barks.

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Ever since he moved in one week ago, Bucky would always check the alleyway near his apartment building. It’s been pretty quiet and normal these past few days.

But not today.

Even with his hood up, he could clearly hear something in the alleyway. He walked slowly and stealthily, and found shelter a few meters away from the unfamiliar entity.

From where he was standing, he recognized the shape of an umbrella, and a box resting on what seemed like legs in denim jeans. He heard a voice, your voice, having a conservation with … the box?

Wait.

Did the box...bark?

“I’ll stay here until the rain stops.” He heard you say.

Bucky contemplated on what you just said. Is she out of her mind? He looked up and stretched his hands out to check if the rain would stop any time soon. An obvious, no.

After clicking his tongue, he clenched his jaw, and walked briskly towards your direction. He can’t just leave you there soaking under the rain.

Ah, Bucky was caught with a sudden pang of nostalgia. It’s been a while since I saved an irresponsibly impulsive person.

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The sound of footsteps approaching you puts you on high alert. The puppy must’ve smelled your fear and starts barking towards the direction of the stranger. The entity stops a few steps away from you. You hold your breath and pray that today won’t be your last day on earth. The puppy stops barking.

After a moment of silence, you hear three small taps on your umbrella. The person at the opposite side of the umbrella cleared his (you assumed he’s a man because of his deep voice) throat.

“I- uh - overheard your conversation with the thing in the box” He starts saying.

You pull your umbrella up, exposing the dog wrapped in grey cardigan and your drenched self to the man. Seeing the state that you’re in, Bucky swiftly takes off his leather jacket, leaving him with only his hoodie to cover his body from the rain, and proceeds to wrap it around you.

“My jacket’s a little wet too but...” He says. “This can warm you up a little.” He takes the handle of your umbrella. “I don’t think the rain’s going to stop any time soon.” Before you can say anything, he stretches his arms out for you to hold. “Maybe we should go and seek shelter first?”

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“James Buchanan Barnes.” He introduces himself.”But you can call me Bucky.”

You can’t really tell him that he doesn’t need to introduce himself, cause you already know him. You work in the Avengers tower after all, and Sam Wilson has been talking about his new cyborg-brained partner coming in a week.

As a mechanical engineer, you’ve always been fascinated by the technologies coming from Wakanda, and you’ve been particularly curious about his metal arm. But you can’t really tell him that now, can you? Especially now that you’re inside his apartment while drying your hair with his towel. Good thing you always pack extra sets of clothes, it would’ve been awkward if he offers you his clothes, as well.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him. “Thank you for saving me and the puppy out there. I’m actually...” You sigh. “...allergic to dogs and puppies so I can’t adopt him and take him home.” You continue, while playing with the tip of the towel. “I know this is too much to ask after everything you did but is it okay if he stays with you for now?”

Bucky isn’t responding. He can’t. How can he take care of a puppy, he can’t even take care of himself.

“I’ll find him a parent tomorrow, I promise.” You assure him, while putting the towel down and facing him.

“Sure.” Bucky gives a half-hearted response, while forcing a smile.

You heave a sigh of relief “Thanks!” You run towards him and shake his hands. “You’re a hero.”

Hero. That’s probably the last word that Bucky will use to describe himself, but he won’t deny that being called like that felt good. He didn’t even notice the way his half-hearted smile turned into a full one.

“You can stay here if you want.” Bucky offers as you let go of his hand.

You were taken aback by the offer. I mean, staying with Mr. Barnes would entail a lot of chances to ask him about the arm and maybe more about the Wakandan technology. But that’s too much to ask from him in a day, he’s just being polite and you don’t want to impose.

“Thank you so much for the offer. But I would have to decline.” You say.

The curve on Bucky’s face disappears. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You say in a hushed voice.

“I can take you ho - “ The sound from the puppy cuts Bucky mid-sentence.

The puppy must’ve understood what you just said, and started barking and crying. You and Bucky look at each other for a moment, then to the dog and to each other again. Bucky smirks, and you smile back. You both start walking towards the crying dog. You crouch down and pat the puppy’s head.

“Hey.” He stops crying and wags his tail, while aggressively rubbing his head and his muzzle in your hand. “I have to go.” The puppy starts crying again, a little louder than the first one.

You take a deep breath and sigh. “You’re using the crying technique again. We meet for 5 seconds and you already know my weakness. You’re even using it against me.”

You hear Bucky’s small chuckle from behind.

“Fine.” You rub his head a few more times. “I’ll stay. But no more touching, ‘kay?” The puppy barks once and wags his tail. He does a small twirl and pats your gray sweater-turned-dog-blanket and makes himself comfortable.

You breathe out and slowly stand to face Bucky.

“Don’t apologize.” Bucky starts talking before you could say anything. “The puppy actually did a better job than me in convincing you to stay. I mean -” Bucky rubs his nape and points at the wall clock. “It’s already late. I think it would be best if you stay here for the night.”

“I really, really don’t want to impose. But I also don’t want to leave him crying in your apartment. I promise I’ll go home early in the morning.”

“Sure.” He pauses. “You mentioned that you’re - uh - allergic to dogs, I can go out to buy medicine for you.”

“Oh no no. No need. I actually have some with me.”

“Water?” Bucky offers.

You nod your head. “Thank you.”

“Actually - uhm -” You stop him before he goes to fetch you some water. “I have something to tell you.” You pause for a moment to gather all the necessary strength that you would need for this confession. “We’re actually office or work mates… ish?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I work at the Avengers Tower.” You say it as fast as you can. “But I’m not like you, or like a superhero or something. I work at the engineering department.” You confess. “Sam, your partner, I help him sometimes with his gears. He has been talking about you since last week.”

“Well. That man really likes talking a lot huh.” Bucky responds.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know how I’m going to tell you without it being awkward.”

“I don’t think we can get any more awkward than this, Y/N.”

“Agreed.”

“So work mates, huh?”

“Yep.”

“That’s actually good news.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ll have someone with me on my first day.”

The tension and the awkwardness between the two of you started to disappear. Having some kind of a connection and a common friend, made Bucky feel a bit more relaxed and at ease. You, on the other hand, feel better because you don’t have anything to hide. You still haven’t told him about your interest for his Wakandan arm, but that’s a completely different story.

While you were drinking your antihistamine, Bucky took out his blankets and his extra pillows and laid them all on the sofa, where you will be sleeping for the night. After which, he arranges a pair of pillows and a blanket on the floor, a few steps away from the sofa, where he will be sleeping.

You really feel bad about this set-up, especially with Bucky just sleeping on the floor with just blankets serving as his cushion, but Sam sometimes tells you stories about vets having a difficult time sleeping on beds. It felt too soft, Sam would say, like the ground is eating them alive. Which is why, no matter how uncomfortable it looks and feels to you, you did your best to not put Bucky in a position where he has to explain himself and his feelings.

Bucky turns off the lights, except the lampshade beside the television.

“Good night.”

-----

You wake up to a very cold sensation, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes feel heavy and you somehow find it difficult to breathe. Slowly, you open your eyes to wake up and try to sit up. Now you realize, it’s not just your eyes or your breathing is heavy, your whole body feels heavy.

This isn’t good.

You scan through the room to look for Bucky only to find a small piece of paper neatly placed on the table with a glass of water on top to prevent it from being taken away by the wind. His note was written at the center of the short bond paper with a black pen, his penmanship was surprisingly neat and easy to understand.

I’ll just go out for a walk. I’ll be back soon. - Bucky

You massage your head and look at the time. It’s 5 am. A little earlier than what you’re used to, maybe that explains why you’re feeling a little under the weather. Drinking the water made you feel a little better, you massage your head and walk towards the puppy. Seeing him sleeping soundly, gave you a sense of relief.

“Sleep well.” You whisper.

The sound of your phone ringing surprised you. Just from the ring tone alone, you know that it’s work-related. You pace towards your bag and search for your phone. You look at the screen. It’s Sam.

“Hey Sam. What’s up?”

“Y/N. I’m sorry to wake you early in the morning.”

“No probs. I’m already awake.”

“This early? That's new.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. ‘Cause I had a feeling you’d call. Women’s intuition.”

Sam laughs. “Right. I need your help in fixing Red Wing for a mission later, can you come?”

“Like now?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. I’ll just fix myself and go there.”

“Is that Y/N?” You hear a voice from the background, based on the pitch of the voice, it has to be Peter. “Y/N! I need help with my web shooters too!”

“I just leave for a night and everyone misses me already huh.”

“Perks of being the gang’s favorite engineer.” Sam quips. “We have breakfast here too. We’ll wait for you.”

“Come faster, I’m hungry!” Peter shouts. “And I’ll be late for class!”

“Sure sure. I’ll go now. Bye Sam.”

“Thanks, Y/N. See you.”

“Wait! Sam!” You shout, stopping Sam from hanging up the phone “I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Is there a room for a puppy in the Tower?”

“A puppy?” Sam pauses. “Wait, Y/N. Aren’t you allergic to puppies?”

“I’ll explain later.” You tell Sam, while putting out a pen from your bag and then reaching for the piece of paper Bucky previously wrote on.

“Okay. I guess it can stay in my room.”

“Yes! Thanks Sam, see you!” Then you hang up.

Hi Bucky. Good morning. Sorry but I have to leave. Duty calls. I feel bad that I won’t be able to come with you on your first day at the tower but you can always pass by the Eng’g department if you’re free. I’ll be there the whole day.

Also, good news! Sam’s willing to adopt the puppy, so I’ll be taking it with me.

Thank you for everything and sorry for the trouble that I caused.

-Y/N

You pick up the box carefully, so as not to wake the puppy up and went out.

—————

“If you’re looking for Y/N she’s in the clinic.” Sam tells Bucky whose eyes were searching the building room. Inside his backpack was a piece of sandwich because you were and a small carton of milk he bought on his way home early morning, but wasn’t able to give you or the puppy because you weren’t there when he came back. “And the puppy’s in my room.” Sam adds.

“I see.” Bucky answers, trying to be as indifferent sounding as possible. But deep inside, he’s actually worried about you. Is it because of her allergies? Maybe I shouldn’t have let you stay in the same room as the dog.

“It’s not her allergies.” Sam says, like he read exactly what’s in Bucky’s mind.

“Good.”

Both Sam and Bucky enter the elevator going to the 5th floor where most of the weapons, tools and equipment are found. Upon arriving, Sam points at the second door at the right side area, on top of it is a huge sign written with black paint saying ‘Engineering Department’.

Sam opens the door. Lo and Behold at the far end of the room, wearing safety goggles, holding a soldering pen, with sparks flying all over the place, was you.

“I thought she’s in the clinic.”.

“My god! Y/N! I told you to stay in the clinic.” Sam ignores what Bucky just said and walks straight towards you. “I leave you for what? Thirty minutes? and you’re -” Sam takes his eyes off of you and shoots angry glances at the engineering staff. “And you all didn’t even stop her.”

“You know, she can’t be stopped when she’s in the zone.” One of the staff answers and the others nod in agreement.

“In the zone or not, she has a fever for god’s sake.”

“Don’t be mad Sam, I was the one who told them to not stop me.” You continue to solder on Red Wing’s fuel control unit.

“That’s a first. They never listen to you.” Sam stands at the opposite side of your working table with his arms crossed on his chest, the volume of his voice is lower, almost like a murmur.

“In my defense, you’re the one who asked for my help.” You pull the magnifying glass and adjust it a few inches away from the mechanism.

“That was because I didn’t know you had a high fever.” The moment you stop soldering, Sam pulls the magnifier away from Red Wing, making you put your full attention on the man standing in front of you. “I can handle this Y/N. Rest. Now.”

You pull the magnifier back and continue with your work. “Where’s Rain?” You’re attempting to change the topic.

“Who’s Rain?” The familiarity coming from the voice made you stop, you were expecting to see him today but not this soon. You put down the soldering pen, push your goggles up to your forehead.

“Hey Bucky.” You greet him. Bucky notices how pale you are and yet your smile never faltered. Your adorable awkwardness is still present as well.

“Hey.” He responds. “So... ‘Rain’... the puppy’s name?”

“Yeah. Peter, Sam and I named him this morning”

“Wait.” Sam interjects and looks at Bucky. “So, Y/N can call you Bucky but I can’t?”

Bucky ignores Sam’s comment, steps forward and points at Red Wing. “How long are you planning to fix that?”

You look at your wrist watch and then at Red Wing. “I’ll be done in 20-30 minutes.”

“Make it 10 minutes.” Bucky challenges. “If you’re not yet done by then. I’ll be carrying you out of this room and into the clinic.”

“Wait. What?”

“What? Can’t do it? I thought people working here are the best of the best.” Bucky pushes further.

You squint at him and then to Sam and then sighs. “Fine.” You set the alarm to ten minutes and then plug one of the airpods in your ear. “I’ll walk to the clinic myself.” Then plugs the other airpod to the other ear. “See you in 10 minutes.”

“And just like that, you listen to him?” Sam comments and puts his hands on his waist.

Bucky puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder “I had years of experience looking out for irresponsibly impulsive people.” He nods his head inviting Sam to step outside.

-----

“So Y/N reminds you of Steve, huh.” Sam says after getting out of your office.

Bucky smirks. “If by that, you mean, she reminds me of the times that I have to check alleyways ‘cause the sickly Steve “too-stubborn-to run-away-from-a-fight” Rogers might be out there somewhere, then yes.”

“Good thing she’s not the fighting type” Sam continues. “That would’ve given me a headache.”

“She's irresponsible, reckless and impulsive.” Bucky adds. “But she’s a good person.”

“That is something we can agree on.” Sam says.

-----

“I’m done!” With just a few seconds to spare, you shout and raise your two hands to celebrate. Sam and Bucky must’ve heard you cause a few seconds later, they enter the room and walk straight to your work station.

“I did it!” After congratulating you and giving you a high five, the two of them position themselves on each of your sides, Sam on your left and Bucky on your right.

“Now.” You take off your gloves, your goggles and your industrial apron. “A deal is a deal, I will walk - “

Thump.

The goggles that you were supposed to place on the table fell on the ground.

“Y/N!” Sam calls out and immediately checks your pulse. “She’s still alive. Just unconscious. She must’ve fainted because of her high fever.”

“I’ll take her to the clinic.” Bucky hoists you up and carries you like a princess. Bucky starts to run and Sam tries to follow after Bucky, but Bucky was too fast.

“The clinic’s on the 2nd floor.” Sam shouts at the running form of Bucky.

“FRIDAY.” Sam gets the AI’s attention.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson.”

“Please tell the clinic that Bucky will be taking Y/N there.” Sam commands. “Also, show Bucky the directions, I don’t think he knows the way to the clinic yet.”

“Understood.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.”

-----

The shape and form of the room you’re staying at becomes clearer as you slowly open your eyes. Everything in the room is white, white sheets, white curtains, white wallpaper, the cabinets are also painted white. Something or should you say someone, sitting on the white couch does not follow the all-white aesthetic of the room. He was wearing black leader jacket on top of a blue henley. His metal arm is holding a Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book, while his flesh hand is flipping through the page. His expression is priceless, you can tell from his expression alone that he’s very invested in the scene that he’s reading.

“How long was I asleep?” Your voice catches Bucky’s attention, you kind of regretted speaking too soon, maybe you should’ve let him read for a while longer. “You’re already on the third book.”

“Let’s just say I’m a fast reader.” Bucky smiles and puts down the book on the table beside the couch. “You’ve been out for about …” He looks at his smartphone. “ 7, 8 hrs.”

“That explains my growling stomach.” You push yourself up into a sitting position, with the pillow serving as the cushion between your back and the bed’s headboard.

Bucky gets two trays of food in the small refrigerator and places them inside the microwave. “Sam gave us food before leaving for the mission. He told me that food will be the first thing that you will ask for, once you wake up.”

You laugh at Sam’s comment. “He isn’t wrong though.”

“Are you feeling better now?” Ding. Bucky takes out the first tray of food to the microwave and then places the second one. With the tray in one hand, he pulls the table with the other. He places the tray on top of the table in front of you.

“Thanks.” You fix the tray and Bucky goes back to the microwave oven. “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you.”

You search around the room for a place where Bucky can eat but you found none. So while Bucky was busy finding the utensils and getting the second tray from the microwave, you scoot your way towards the side of the bed and push the table outwards. This way, you and Bucky can sit beside each other and can eat on an actual table.

Bucky notices what you did and hesitates a little. You smiled at him, to reassure him and pat the empty space beside you. From the time when he first met you, he hasn’t been able to resist that smile. He’s starting to think that maybe this isn’t just because you reminded him of Steve.

“Sam hasn’t come back from the mission?” You start the conversation.

“No.” Bucky chews on the food inside his mouth. “The mission got a little delayed, they might come back late.”

You take a spoonful of rice to eat. “Who’s he with?”

Bucky thinks for a moment. “He’s with Clint and Scott if I remember correctly.”

“Why didn’t you join them?”

“I was -” Bucky takes a sip from the glass of water beside him. “I was busy reading.”

You almost choke on what you were eating. “You read three books!” You laugh. “You must’ve been exhausting.”

“Well the book isn’t going to read itself, you know.”

You both laugh at your sarcastic banter. The two of you continue your conversation while talking about how Bucky’s first day at the Avengers tower went. He was introduced to a few avengers present at the tower and the staff and he toured around the compound. He also mentions something about having a room in the tower, where he can stay if he wants to.

Bucky notices how you were gathering the boiled carrots on one side of your plate. “You hate carrots?”

“Oh!” You were surprised that he noticed. “I actually love carrots. I’m just saving these.” You point at the carrots. ”for Rain.”

He looks at his almost empty plate. “You should’ve told me that we’re doing that. I could have saved some for him too.”

“Giving him a place to stay for the night is enough.” You assure him. “I’ll take care of the food.”

“Too late for task distribution. I already bought him milk.”

“You did?!”

Bucky nods.

“I literally just met you yesterday, and I already owe you a lot. How can I even start repaying you.

“Well.” Bucky thinks about it for a second and smiles mischievously. “Sam must’ve mentioned something about your interest to the Wakandan tech.”

“He did?!” You cringe and facepalm at the amount of shame that you feel. “Well. That’s not a good first impression, isn’t it.”

“As a matter of fact, it IS a good first impression. You’re really good at what you do Y/N.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe?” You chuckle. “But yeah,” You continue. ”I can’t deny my interest. I probably talk about the Wakandan tech at least once a day. Thrice, if you’re Sam Wilson.”

“With that being said,” Bucky says. “You can repay me by allowing me to join your conversations about the tech.” Bucky flexes the fingers of his metal arm. “And I can use some help in checking up on this one. I mean, if it’s alright with you?”

“Of course it is! You don’t need to ask to join, you can join in anytime you want! You’ll have a valuable input to the conversation. You’ve been there personally and you’ve experienced their technology first hand.” You take Bucky’s metal hand and sandwich it in between yours. “Thank you, Bucky.” You squeeze Bucky’s hand and let it go. “I’m betting Sam told you about my obsession with Wakandan tech.”

“In your defense, Sam talks a lot.” Bucky assures you.

“He does. And he would hate it if you join our conversations.”

“I’m counting on that.”

“But seriously, I would love you - “ You pause. “I mean - you joining our -”

“I would love that too.”

Bucky doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You didn’t need to. It wasn’t necessary. In a span of two days, you made Bucky feel the most comfortable, and awkward but moreso, you made him feel normal. Despite knowing who he is, you didn’t show any signs of fear, or pity. You just showed yourself. And it was enough to make him think and feel that whatever it is that you would love to do, he wants to be part of it, too.

End

A/N: This came out longer than expected! Hahaha. I would usually limit my one-shots to 1-2k words but this came out loner than expected. I had a lot of fun writing Sam and Bucky's dynamic! You have to have that good balance of care and sarcasm between the two of them. That was enjoyable to do (that's probably why this ended up having 4,5k+ words). Did you enjoy reading it? I hope you did! Feel free to write your thoughts below!

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