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jobean12-blog · 1 month

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Boom Clap

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,063

Summary: Before tonight you wouldn't have been able to label your relationship with Bucky but after he gets home earlier than expected from a mission and shows up at the bar everything changes.

Author's Note: Just because, I love him and this look ends me every time and it's lightly based on this song Boom Clap by Charli XCX. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you 🥰

Warnings: it's just Bucky being irresistible and soft too

“Well, something clearly more interesting than this conversation is going on in your mind. Would you like to share it with the rest of us?”

Two pairs of glittering eyes stare at you, twin knowing smiles gracing your friend’s lips and you frantically try to recall what the three of you had been discussing.

“There’s only one thing that can be giving her that look,” Nat laughs. “A man.”

“And not just any,” Wanda adds.

“Bucky,” both women say simultaneously and with devious grins.

You sip your drink to hide your smile.

“You must miss him since he’s been away on the mission all week,” Wanda muses.

You don’t say it but you do miss him. A lot.

“So what exactly is going on with you two?” Nat asks

With a nonchalant shrug you sip your drink again and try to figure out how to label your relationship with Bucky. Your friends wait, expressions expectant but playful.

If you had a definitive answer you would share it but ever since the two of you started hanging out neither of you had given it a label. You were just enjoying each other. In every way. You were happy being with him, that much of which you were sure.

“Umm…” you start.

That’s the only word you get out before you see Wanda and Nat’s drinks pause halfway to their mouths. Their eyes are trained on something just beyond your shoulder, toward the entrance of the bar.

Several other women at the bar pause their own conversation and you sense the shift in energy.

He’s here.

You place your drink down on the bar and turn. Bucky stands just inside the doorway, his black jacket draped over his broad shoulders and his covetous blue eyes focused on you.

Awareness races across your skin coupled with a heat only he can set ablaze. Your pulse quickens and you fight the urge to run into his arms.

He wears all black, from his tight fitted shirt down to his leather boots and his strong jaw is shadowed with dark hair. When he walks toward you at the bar, he moves with such sensual purpose that you notice another woman swooning.

He looks hungry and determined.

And he’s here for you.

You reach out and grab your drink, downing it in one long sip.

Without removing his gaze from yours, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, turning it over and kissing the inside of your wrist, then your palm, then finally, your fingertips.

This time, you hear the breath woosh from Nat and Wanda but Bucky shows no reaction, appearing oblivious to anything else but you.

“Guess he’s back,” Nat whispers to Wanda. You barely catch the words as Bucky consumes your every thought.

“I missed you doll,” he whispers against your wrist.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly.

He lowers your hand from his mouth and keeps hold of it between your bodies. With a soft tug he brings you closer, leaning into your neck and whispering along the shell of your ear.

“Come home with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you murmur.

“Yes, I do doll. I would never take you for granted.”

Your free hand slides up his chest to his jaw, tracing the outline before you softly press your lips to his. His eyes fluttered closed and he breathes you in.

“I’m just going to use the restroom and say goodbye to Nat and Wanda. Meet you back here in five.”

“Hurry,” he murmurs, letting his eyes sparkle with words of unspoken want.

You rush off toward the bathroom, Nat and Wanda right behind you and after relieving yourself and filling your friends in you search for Bucky’s tall figure.

You find him standing at the bar, taking to someone. As you get closer, you see that the woman is standing close enough to brush against him. Unable to see Bucky’s face, you watch as she runs a hand along his arm with a gentle squeeze of his bicep, smiling at him flirtatiously.

Your heart drops into your stomach and you feel your eyes well with unshed tears but you can’t stop your forward movement. Bucky’s face comes into view. His eyes aren’t on the woman but furiously scanning the room. He looks uncomfortable, backing away from her and saying something you can’t hear.

You consider turning and running out but that wouldn’t be fair. You and Bucky have no official label, have never agreed to be exclusive. You can’t even blame the other woman for approaching him. He’s impossible to resist. You should know.

But then his eyes meet yours and you see all the emotions rushing through them, but mostly you see relief.

Taking a deep breath, you continue to walk forward. Bucky holds his arm out, his eyes begging you to walk into his embrace.

You slide into his side in time to hear him say, “here she is. This is my…”

“Girlfriend,” you finish, smiling and extending your hand with your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Wow, lucky girl,” the woman says as she shakes your hand. “You deserve an award for landing a man like this.”

“I don’t need an award. I’ve got him,” you say as you reach down and take his left hand in yours.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s. “Ready to take me home Buck?”

“Always doll.”

Your hand stays tightly tucked in Bucky’s as you walk down the street toward his apartment. You turn toward him, the warm breeze caressing your skin and the city lights dancing in your eyes. His breath catches in his throat as your lips spread into a wide and reassuring smile.

He stops walking in the middle of the sidewalk and pulls you flush against his chest, his eyes wandering over your face.

“Are you really mine?” he asks as he dips his head. “You’re really my girl?”

“Yours Bucky. I have been from the beginning.”

His fingers spread across your lower back and he slowly drags his hand along the curve of your spine, every inch he covers pressing you closer against him until he reaches your neck and traces the delicate column before cradling your cheek.

He sweeps his thumb along your skin and holds your lips just centimeters from his, whispering, “mine,” as his eyes close and his mouth captures yours.

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fallingfavourites · 3 years

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Right so i wrote this about Bucky a while ago and im not sure if i should continue it, please help me guys

That feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was.

Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair.

As I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard nats frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad.

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fallingfavourites · 3 years

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Him

Bucky Barnes x GN!reader

Warnings: Blood, unconsciousness, angst ig, shooting

Word Count: 482

a/n: I tried to continue on this bucky thing I worked on but I could only add a little bit because i couldn't think of more sorry guyss

there he was standing right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like 70 years and it has been. I could never forget those bright blue eyes in a million years, though these blue eyes weren't bright, they looked dull and empty. As if someone had sucked the soul out of them. I could hear a voice screaming at me only I couldn't make out what they were saying and right on cue I felt a sting in my stomach. it didn't particularly hurt. it felt more like a burning sensation. that feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was. Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away

Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair. as I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard Nat's frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad. Not long after the heavily armored cars stopped around us, everything faded to black.

When I slowly regained my consciousness, I noticed that we were in a moving vehicle. Apparently, Sam seemed to notice that I was conscious again as I vaguely heard him speak, 'We need to get a doctor here, if we don't put pressure on the wound their gonna bleed out here in the truck." Then out of nowhere, I heard Maria's voice. "Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain," she spoke as she took off her helmet, "Who is this guy?"

We had escaped out of the truck with a hole in the floor. When we found another car we drove to some random location, to be honest, the whole ride was kind of a blur for me. Steve helped me get out of the car when we finally arrived.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Puppy Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,047

Summary: Bucky gets crafty and it gives you a great idea...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and HBC’s Craft Day! The prompt sent it by @randomfandompenguin was too cute and I thought these two ideas worked well together! Hope you all enjoy it and thank you for reading! Much love ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super fluffy fluff, implied sexy times, soft Bucky with a puppy :)

Turning over in bed you reach out for the warmth of Bucky, feeling around the sheets with your eyes still closed. “Buck,” you whisper sleepily, finally cracking open an eye and finding his side of the bed empty. Stretching with a yawn you flop out of bed and go wash up, throwing on Bucky’s tee shirt from last night.

You’re still half asleep when you hear the first bang. “What the hell,” you mutter to yourself, quickly finishing up and searching for Bucky. Another bang and you follow the noise, “Buck?” you ask, when you find him crouched on the floor in the living room.

He turns to you with a smile, “morning doll! Don’t come over here yet, I’m almost done, just gimme one more minute.” With a giggle you say, “ok, baby, no problem, want some coffee?” “Yea, that sounds great thanks, I’ll be right in.” As you walk into the kitchen you yell over your shoulder, “why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

He doesn’t answer right away, more banging resounding through your house. Shrugging, you start making the coffee, reaching up to grab two mugs from the cabinet. You’re suddenly surrounded by the warm heat you were missing earlier as strong arms circle your waist and a solid chest presses against your back.

“Need some help?” Bucky asks, his lips at your ear. Your body reacts to him immediately, a tremble running through you, “yes, please.” He reaches up to easily grab the mugs, setting them down on the counter before turning you around in his arms. “I’m not wearing my shirt because you’re wearing my shirt. I knew you would want to put it on when you got up.”

Running your fingers through his hair you pull him in for a kiss, “thanks.” He presses you against the counter, his hand wandering under the hem of his shirt. “Don’t you dare distract me,” you murmur against his lips, “what were you doing in there?!!?” Bucky reluctantly pulls away, his smile wide, “well, if you must know…” he says, extending his arm toward a beautiful wooden box on the table, “I made that.”

“OMG Bucky, it’s gorgeous,” you squeal, sprinting over to it. You run your fingers over the smooth wood, the grains making a beautiful patter on each piece. “I just love it!” you whisper, smiling over at him. “I’m so glad you do baby, I remembered how much you liked all those handmade wooden pieces we saw at that furniture show last week and thought maybe I could give it a go. I know it’s nothing grand but it’s a start.”

You reach out your hand, pulling him in for a hug, “I really love it, I’m so proud of you!” He starts placing soft kisses down your neck, picking you up and sitting you on the table, “what should we put in it?” you ask, trying to focus. “Hmmmm, *kiss, good question, *kiss, maybeeeee, *kiss kiss kiss…” Bucky pushes his hips between your legs, his shorts doing little to hide his arousal. “OMGBUCKYIKNOWWHATWECANUSEITFOR!!!”

Planting a quick kiss to his lips you slide off the table, Bucky’s groan following you as you run down the hallway. “Awwww, doll, where are you going?!?!” Peeking your head around the bathroom door you yell, “I have to shower quick and run out but I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” Bucky runs down the hall, jumping into the shower with you, “I can be quick,” he hums before pressing you against the cold tiles.

After a very satisfying shower you leave Bucky to put the finishing touches on the box and head down to the local shelter you and Bucky had visited many times. You both wanted a dog, but you knew how big of a commitment it was. But now that Bucky made that beautiful box you knew it would be perfect as a toy box for a puppy!

Heading back to the house with your arms full of soft fluffy puppy and soft fluffy puppy toys you can barely contain your excitement. You carefully place the puppy down at your feet, opening the door and calling for Bucky. He answers right away, walking toward the door. “Wait!” you screech, holding up your hand. “Can you just uh, go in the bedroom, I want to show you something, but I need a minute.”

With a sly smile he gives you a wink and jogs backwards to the bedroom, “I’ll be waiting.” You roll your eyes, looking down at your puppy, “daddy probably thinks he’s about to get some, ha!” The small brown puppy looks up at you with its soft brown eyes and you nearly melt, picking her up and going inside. You find the wooden box, completed with beautiful detail, and start placing all the dog toys inside.

Setting the puppy down in the middle of all the soft toys you gently close the box, shushing her and tiptoeing toward your bedroom. Quietly opening the door, you find Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when he sees you. “Hey, baby. What are you doing with the box?”

You set it down on the bed next to him, “I finally found the perfect thing to use it for. Why don’t you have a look?” He gives you a slightly apprehensive look, shifting to face the box and slowly opening the lid. You watch as his eyes widen and he reaches inside, pulling out the puppy and holding her against his chest.

“Y/n…is she ours?” You sit behind him, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, and scratching the puppy’s head. “She’s ours, baby. I know we’ve been talking about getting a dog for a while and when you made the box it just hit me how perfect it would be for dog toys! We can even paint her name on it!”

He leans into you, bringing the puppy to his lips and kissing her nose, “she’s so cute, I already love her. What should we name her?” Resting your head atop Bucky’s you look down at the two them, “how about Luthien?” Bucky turns to you and looks up, his smile soft and sweet, “that’s perfect, y/n. Thank you baby, I love you.”

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