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You Have a Girlfriend?
So you get a little confused when you’re drunk? So what?
a/n: I saw a goofy little twitter post about this somewhere and ran with it. I’m goofy when I’m drunk, so, honestly? A very plausible scenario.
warnings: Mild language, alcohol consumption.
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You’re sitting next to Bucky and across from Sam, and you are a little very drunk. The three of you chose to have a drink and talk after a long day of working on the Wilsons’ boat. The issue, however, is that Sam challenged Bucky and yourself to a drinking game, and you were desperately losing.
One thing about you is that when you’re drunk: you feel the need to tell everyone how much you love them. Another thing about you when you’re drunk: your memory sucks.
“Sam,” you whisper yell across the bow of the boat. “Sam. Sam. Sam.”
Sam raises an eyebrow at you when he turns his attention to you.
“I have a secret to tell you! No, two secrets!” You hold out two fingers in front of you.
Sam smirks. “What’s that?”
“One,” you hold up one finger, “I love you; you’re a good friend. Two,” you hold up a second finger, “your friend who’s sitting by me is really, really hot.”
Sam lets out a loud laugh, and you grin at his reaction.
“I love you, too, kid.”
Bucky is smiling fondly at you, watching you with love and adoration. He’s glad he can’t get drunk simply for the ability to take care of you while you let loose.
“I’m really, really hot, huh?” Bucky teases, and he laughs when you nearly get whiplash from turning to look at him.
Your eyes are wide as you stare at him. In your drunken state, you clearly didn’t expect him to hear your admission to Sam. You relax after a second, though, and smile at him.
“Yeah, you are. Y’know, I was wonderin’…” you trail off, getting distracted as you stare into his bright blue eyes. You let out a content sigh as you observe him.
“What were ya wonderin’, Doll?” He lets his hand rest on your thigh, rubbing his hand up and down comfortingly.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Your question is dead serious. There’s no hesitancy or joke in your voice, and Bucky finds it completely endearing. He chuckles as he stares at you, and you can faintly hear Sam lose his shit. You don’t pull your attention away from Bucky at all, though.
“I do,” Bucky informs you, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your reaction.
Your eyes go wide, tears prickle at the corner of them. You swallow and wipe them away before doing your best to come up with a steady voice.
“Is it serious?” You question him.
“Very,” he smiles. “‘m gonna ask her to marry me.”
Generally speaking, Bucky wouldn’t have told you his plans, but he is fairly certain you’re not going to remember this conversation in the morning. And, if you do, he isn’t too concerned because he is so very serious.
You make no effort to hide your disappointment, and you let your tears fall freely this time.
“Oh, okay. She’s so lucky. Does she make you happy?”
“Happier than I’ve ever been.”
“Oh. That’s good.”
You’re obviously upset, and you’re obviously unaware Bucky is talking about you. Sam is trying not to laugh, but his wide grin betrays him. Bucky, however, finds himself more concerned than entertained when you start to actually cry.
“Doll, what’s wrong?” He wipes a tear away with his thumb, softly holding your face.
“No!” You push his hand away, eyes going wide. “You have a girlfriend! She wouldn’t want you touchin’ me!”
He laughs then. He can’t help it. After all, his girlfriend would very much want him to touch you. You always have your hand interlaced with his, or your body snugly tucked into his side, or your hand in his hair, or… The list goes on.
“Hey, don’t laugh.” You frown.
“Sorry, sorry. ‘s just that my girlfriend loves when I touch you.”
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“Why would she like for you to touch other women?”
Sam bursts into another round of laughter. He is struggling to breathe as he wordlessly points at the two of you, ignoring Bucky’s glare.
“Oh, Doll, she doesn’t. She hates it, really, and I never pay another dame a lick of attention. She’s the only one I’ve got eyes for.” He kisses your forehead, a form of punctuation to his assurance.
Your critical thinking skills, however, are formally shot.
“You’re lying! You’re paying me attention! And I’m not your girlfriend! What’s your girlfriend’s name? I’ve got to tell her you’re cheating. Girl code.”
Sam loses it again.
“Your girlfriend! You: cheating! Shit!” Sam barely manages to get a thought out. Bucky grins at his friend. He can’t deny that he is just as entertained by your antics.
He pulls out his phone, opening his contacts up to the one labeled “Dollface,” and hands it to you.
“Here,” he says, “call her.”
You nod and take his phone, hitting the call button and holding his cellphone to your ear.
A ringtone fills the night air and you frown when you feel a vibration in your back pocket. Clumsily, you pull your own cellphone out of your pocket and look down at the screen.
“JBB <3 is calling…” appears on your screen along with a candid photo of Bucky laughing.
You stare at it, and Sam and Bucky stare at you. You don’t do anything—don’t say anything, don’t move—until the call goes to voicemail. Finally you look up at Bucky.
“Why’d it call me?”
“Y/N, you’re my girlfriend,” Bucky finally says.
Your face breaks into a wide grin.
“No shit!”
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“I wasn’t that drunk!” You insist the following morning.
Sam and Bucky exchange a look before laughing.
“Kid,” Sam says once he’s calmed down enough. “You asked Tin-man if he had a girlfriend and cried when he said yes.”
Your eyes go wide as you turn to Bucky for confirmation.
“You did, Doll,” he says, smiling.
You stare for a moment before shrugging and turning back to your coffee in front of you.
“Y’know what? That’s a totally reasonable reaction,” you say, leaning back into Bucky as he situates himself behind you and plants a loving kiss in your hair.
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Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly
Marvel x Male!Reader
Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up
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☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.
❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.
💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.
🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.
⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"
🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.
💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).
⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.
🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.
🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).
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Hi!!! 😊
I don't know if you're still taking requests but if you do, could you please write a story about one peaceful evening where Natasha is sitting on a rocking chair, with her newborn baby daughter, Y/N, in her arms, gently swinging back and forth, humming a soft tune as Y/N is sleeping soundly in her mama's arms and Bucky is sitting on the floor next to her, watching his two favourite girls with a contented smile. Then suddenly, Y/N stirred, and her tiny hands reached out, as though searching for something and Natasha quickly held her closer to her chest as Bucky scooted closer, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face and Y/N's green eyes slowly opened, and she looked up at her parents with a sleepy expression. Natasha reached out and stroked a lock of her baby's hair, which was a soft shade of brown like Bucky's. Bucky placed his hand on Natasha's, and they both smiled at each other as Y/N let out a small yawn, and Bucky quickly grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping it around his wife's shoulders and his daughter. Natasha placed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead, and Bucky did the same to Natasha as he whispered sweet nothings in Nat's ear, making her giggle. As they sat there, soaking in the warmth of each other's presence, they knew that there would be many more battles and challenges to come. But for now, in this precious moment, they were just Natasha, Bucky and their little girl, Y/N.
This is quite long 😅 and is perfectly fine if you don't want to write it! Thank you! 🧡
I love you with all my heart
Winterwidow x daughter!reader
Summary: Bucky and Natasha share a sweet moment with their newborn daughter.
a/n: this is so cute ily
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Natasha sat in the rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth, cradling her newborn daughter, Y/N. The soft moonlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on their tender moment. Bucky sat on the floor beside them, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched his wife and their precious daughter.
As you stirred awake, your tiny fingers stretching out. Natasha responded by leaning in closer, allowing you to feel the comforting presence of your mother. Your eyes widened with a sleepy expression, fixed on Natasha's face, and a small smile tugged at her lips.
With utmost tenderness, Natasha's delicate fingertips brushed against your baby-soft hair, the same shade of brown as Bucky's. The connection between their family felt tangible in that moment, a testament to the love that bound them together.
Bucky couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of joy. His gaze shifted between his wife and you, their precious joy, marveling at the miracle they had created together. Your tiny mouth letting out a yawn, a sound so precious and innocent that it melted their hearts.
Moved by the sight of his beloved family, Bucky reached for a soft blanket nearby. He carefully draped it over Natasha's shoulder, ensuring her comfort while she rocked their daughter. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, whispering sweet nothings that Natasha couldn’t help but smile at, a gesture filled with unspoken love and gratitude.
In that quiet moment, the room was filled with a profound sense of contentment and harmony. Natasha, Bucky, and Y/N, their little family, were wrapped in a cocoon of love and warmth, cherishing the beauty of their new beginning.
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cruel to be kind - chapter two
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)
summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!
warnings: alcohol use, cursing
word count: 1.9k
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Bucky knocked twice on her front door and waited for about three minutes before knocking again. The door flew open and Y/N stood in front of him, clad in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of bike shorts.
“Can I help you,” she phrased it more as a statement than a question.
“Did you forget about our plans, doll?” he asked.
“You were serious?” she retorted.
“As the plague.” They squared off in an unspoken staring contest until Y/N finally blinked.
She sighed, “Fine. I’ll give you an hour.”
“I’ll take what I can get.” She grabbed her keys and slid on a pair of converse and Bucky smiled to himself. He loved that she was going to a party in an oversized T-shirt and no makeup on. She truly didn’t care what anyone thought of her and she wasn’t there to impress anyone. Little did she know that her IDGAF attitude was impressing him.
“How did you even know where I live? Creep.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I’m not letting you evade that question. I need to make sure you aren’t actually stalking me.”
“My friends live next door. You’re always banging on the wall telling us to keep it down.”
“Ah, so you’re one of the degenerates. It’s all making sense now.”
“Well you’re on a date with one of the degenerates, so what does that make you?”
“This is not a date.”
“Oh no? Then what is it?”
“We are going to a party.”
“We are going to a party…together. Which is a date.”
“What if I turn around and go home…alone. What is that considered?”
“Come on doll, don’t do that.” She stood there frozen, glaring at him. “Stay for one drink and then, if you want, I’ll take you home.”
“Fine. And stop calling me doll.” They continued walking in silence. Bucky wanted to talk to her but he wasn’t going to risk pissing her off.
“Where are we going anyway?” she asked, breaking the tension.
“Some frat party. I told some people I would make an appearance. It’s not much further.”
“Really, a frat party? I haven’t been to one of those since freshman year.”
“If it helps, it’s one of the nicer frats.”
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Think of it like a walk down memory lane. You can relive your younger days and impart your wisdom on the underclassmen.”
“Oh, well in that case, I can’t wait!” she said with false enthusiasm. They walked up the sidewalk towards the surprisingly immaculate mansion. The only sign of the fraternity was the three greek letters mounted by the front door. Bucky walked through the entrance like he owned the place. He walked right past the pledges who were collecting entry fees without a blink of an eye and led her into the kitchen which was packed with people. Music from the basement was flowing into the room and there was a crowd circled around a keg, seeking a fresh pour. Bucky pulled two shot glasses out of a drying rack full of dishes and placed them on the counter as he retrieved a flask from his back pocket.
“Whiskey okay?” he asked, as he filled the shot glasses. She nodded and they clinked the glasses together before downing the dark liquor.
“You bring your own liquor to these things?” she asked.
“If you want cheap liquor that’s been poured into a top-shelf bottle, go for it.”
“I’m not complaining, just curious.”
“Call it trust issues.” Before she could ask any other questions, he opened a cooler and pulled out two cans of cheap beer. He swiftly cracked them both and handed one to her. She immediately chugged close to half the can and Bucky looked at her with concern.
“It’s weird being here sober,” she explained.
“Can’t say I blame you,” he said. He passed her the flask and she took a quick swig and handed it back to him. He did the same and their night began.
Bucky couldn’t figure out when he’d lost her. They started the night at the beer pong table, defeating every challenger that came their way until they were coerced into playing flip cup. Bucky shouldn’t have been surprised that she was good at drinking games; she was competitive by nature. He had assumed she was always on the field or studying, but she also seemed to have a talent for drinking. Or so he thought.
He heard a roar of cheers coming from the other room and he followed the sound, hoping to find Y/N. And boy did he find her. She was standing on the pool table as “Hypnotize” by Notorious B.I.G. started blasting from the speakers. She started dancing on the table like she was in the club, rolling her hips and flipping her hair. She was either completely oblivious to the crowd of fraternity brothers surrounding her makeshift stage or she didn’t care. She dropped her hips low until she was suddenly on all fours doing a cat crawl across the table. Bucky pushed his way through the crowd, determined to get her off the table before she realized what she was doing. As she reached the end of the table she started to make her way back to a standing position. After a few hip gyrations, she bent over to complete another hair flip, only she hadn’t realized the lighting fixture was lower on this side of the table. Bucky saw the scene unfold in slow motion as she flipped her head back and it immediately made contact with the light. The crowd gasped, seemingly concerned, as her body gave out and she fell backwards. Bucky caught her effortlessly in his arms as she went limp and he pulled her off the table and away from the crowd. Despite the scene that had just played out, the music kept playing and people kept drinking as if nothing had happened.
He carried her out to the back porch and he ordered one of the pledges to bring her some water. He lowered her onto the porch step and sat down next to her, keeping his hand around her back to keep her up. She was starting to regain consciousness and as she woke up under Bucky’s arm she squinted at him in confusion.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t think you want me to answer that question. Here, drink some water.”
“Is it drugged?” she asked, before taking a sip from the red solo cup.
“No,” he said emphatically. “Do you really think I would do that?”
She didn’t answer his question and instead finished the cup of water.
“I think I’m just gonna take a quick nap,” she said leaning her head back on Bucky’s shoulder.
“No, no, no. You need to stay awake.”
“Whyyyyy?” she whined.
“Because you might have a concussion.” He felt her weight fall into his shoulder and he pulled her up. “Hey, hey…stay with me,” he said lightly smacking her face to keep her up.
She groaned and looked at him. “You don’t care about me,” she slurred.
“Sure I do. Without you I would have to go out with girls who actually like me. Where’s the fun in that?”
He expected her to laugh at the joke but when she didn’t, he looked down at her to make sure she was okay. She was staring up at him with a look of concentration on her face. He didn’t say a word, not wanting to interrupt whatever thoughts were racing through her brain.
“Your eyes are really pretty,” she eventually said. “There’s little flecks of green in them.”
He sighed, “You must be really drunk if you’re giving me compliments. Come on, let’s get you home.”
He pulled her up from the porch and she swayed in his arms, not yet able to support her own weight.
“Jump onto my back,” he said.
“What?” she questioned, confusion displayed all over her face.
“Climb on my back and I’ll carry you home.”
“I’m fine,” she said, taking another step and stumbling on the grass.
“Come on, it’ll be quicker this way.”
“Fine,” she mumbled. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he lowered himself so that she could climb on. She hoisted herself up and Bucky intertwined his arms with her legs to keep her secure.
Bucky carried her with ease and they made it about halfway to her apartment when she spoke up again.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Why am I being nice to you?” he echoed back, like the question was blasphemous. “Because I like you.”
“But I’m not very nice to you.”
“Oh trust me, I know. But that’s part of what makes you so interesting.”
She became quiet again, resting her head on his shoulder, “You falling asleep back there?”
“Nooo…” she groaned.
“Better not be,” he teased. “We’re almost there.” He picked up the pace a little more, knowing she was growing tired. When he reached her building, he gently returned her to the ground and steadied her.
“Do you have your keys?” he asked. She handed them over to him and he opened the door to the building and offered his hand to Y/N. She gave him a low five and walked inside. He chuckled to himself, even after a head injury she still had sass. She stopped in front of her apartment door and Bucky found the next key needed to open the apartment. She turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, leaving the door open for Bucky to follow her in.
She sat down on the couch and he walked into the kitchen to pour her a glass of water.
“You know, you don’t know me,” she said out of nowhere.
“I think I know more than you think,” he countered.
“Yeah, like what?”
He sat down next to her on the sofa. “I know that you like indie music but you also like classic rock from the 70s. While you aren’t the poster child for school spirit, you almost always find time to go to other teams games. You don’t like any condiments on your hot dogs. You turn everything into a competition. And I know that you don’t care about what anyone thinks about you, which I find incredibly attractive.”
Her gaze shifted and she leaned in a little closer to him, “You aren’t as vile as I thought you were…”
“Sometimes if you give people a chance, they surprise you,” he smiled at her, “Well I should get going.”
“I think…” she placed a hand on his thigh, “you should stay.” She glanced down towards his lips and her face inched closer to his.
Bucky took in a deep breath, feeling knots in his stomach and what he was about to do. She was so close that he could feel her breath on his skin.
He cleared his throat and softly said, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea." Her eyes connected with his and she pulled back, a flicker of embarrassment on her face that quickly turned to rage.
“Fine, then get out,” she said with venom. She stood up and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, but knew it was the right call. He couldn’t make a move on her when she was either drunk or concussed. It didn’t feel right. But now he would have to find a way to reopen the door that was just slammed in his face.
Before leaving, Bucky slid a note under her roommate’s door, letting her know about the potential concussion. He just wanted to make sure someone kept an eye on her.
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Coming out | Yelena Belova
Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader
Summary: Yelena comes out as ace to her best friend. Based on Legends of Tomorrow's episode 7x10.
Warnings: alcohol consumption, and coming out.
A/n: This is a repost from an old account.
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After a long mission the team finds their way to a bar. At first the group sits down for a quick bite to eat all together talking about the mission together. It had been a while since they had all worked together on the same mission, so it was nice to close out the night like this.
When the drinks were added to the equation, the team split into smaller groups. Bucky challenged Tony to a game of darts, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro found a quiet corner and continued their conversation. Kate and Peter were poking fun at Steve and Clint, the older of the four didn’t seem to go for any of their antics, though it was hilarious to look at still. The rest of the team was scattered all around the establishment. You and Yelena had taken a seat at the bar, as suggested by the Russian, this way she would be as close to the drinks as possible. She loved her alcohol, especially her vodka, which she was throwing back shots of as you speak.
You were both looking around the room, appreciating the group of people around you. The people that had become your found family over the years. After some more looking around you decided to play a game. “Okay, enough looking at our friends, let’s play a game.” You opted. Yelena turned your way, ready for whatever you were going to throw her way. That’s one of the reasons the two of you were best friends. You worked together so well because the both of you were always up for whatever the other person had in mind. “Fuck, marry, kill out of Bucky, Cap and Tony?”
Yelena narrowed her eyes at your question. “Ehm I’m not really into any of them.” You were quick to fall into your next question. “Okay, copy. How about Kate, Wanda and Valkyrie?” Again Yelena’s face filled with a questioning look. “Actually, not really into any of them either.” She sighed. “Also copy.” You said to reassure her that her feelings or lack thereof were okay. “What is your type then?” You ask, genuinely interested. You wonder why neither one of you had really talked about the topic before, but you left it at the work that you do and how quickly you had been thrown into a mission together, giving your friendship a rocket start, skipping the small talk.
“I don’t really get those types of feelings for anyone. Maybe it’s one of those things that the Red Room took away from me, with the brainwashing, controlling, and what not.” Yelena looks down at her hands that she has folded in her lap. “Hey, no no no, what you’re describing is totally normal.” You quickly reassure her, placing your hand on her shoulder. “It just means that maybe you are ace, asexual. People who identify as ace have little to no interest in sex, but many of them still want to be in relationships.” You explain to the best of your abilities, knowing you’re not an expert on the matter.
Yelena’s eyes light up at the words you speak. “Oh, I guess that makes me ace then.” She says with a content look on her face, like a whole world of possibilities just opened up to her. It was amazing to see your best friend realize that what they’re feeling isn’t something they’re alone in. If it has a name, other people must be experiencing similar feelings.
You give her a moment to let it all sink in before asking, “Did you just come out to me?” Yelena laughs and looks at you with a big smile on her face, “I think so.” You lean in to give her a sideways hug. “Okay, copy.” You say with a wink. “Haha without jokes, I am very proud of you, and you know that I will love you no matter what, right?” She nods, “Right back at you.”
“Excuse me, can we get two more of these?” You ask the bartender. When he puts the drinks down in front of you, you thank him before raising your class towards Yelena. “A toast to you, and to figuring out who you are.” Yelena clinks her glass with yours and you each take a sip, enjoying the rest of the night with the team.
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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 14 [Leg Day]
Summary: just you and Bucky bonding. His way.
AN: let me know if you wanna be tagged! ;)
The sun hadn’t even fully risen, yet there was Bucky, standing at your doorstep, his workout shoes and the gray t-shirt you liked - a whole snack. You, on the other hand, looked like you've been dragged from your bed - twice. Poorly tied hair, not so new shoes, old shirt - a whole mess.
“Are you ready?,” Bucky dared, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Ready is a strong word,” you grumbled. You looked down at your own outfit, a mismatched set of gym clothes you probably last worn in what… high school? “Let's get this over with, Buchanan.”
As you both walked to the gym, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between your enthusiasm levels. You clearly didn't want to do that.
"Alright, we’ll start with some stretches,” Bucky instructed, already lunging like a man on a mission.
You mimicked him, poorly. “Why does stretching feel like a workout on its own?” you huffed.
Bucky chuckled, watching as you tried to touch your toes and missed it. “It’s to prepare your body for the actual workout.”
“My body was prepared to go back to bed,” you whispered, finally managing a half-decent hamstring stretch.
Next, you moved to the weights. Bucky made lifting the heaviest weights look like child's play while you eyed the dumbbells up and down. This was torture.
“Try the five-pounders,” Bucky suggested, catching your drift.
“Five pounds?", you looked affronted. " What am I, a toddler?”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Fine, ten pounds it is.”
After a few reps, your arms began to shake like a leaf in a hurricane. “So this is your idea of fun, huh?” you gasped, the weights threatening to pull you to the ground. If Bucky wasn't holding half the load with one arm and helping you with the other, the scenario would be completely different.
“Doll, it’s not about fun, it’s about-”
“Feeling like your arms are going to detach from your body?” you interjected, finally setting the weights down with a clatter.
The last torture device on your list was the treadmill. Bucky set his to a brisk jog, but you weren't having none of it.
“Oh, I don’t run,” you declared, setting your device to a leisurely walk.
Bucky looked over, a playful challenge in his eyes. “I bet I can make you run.”
You snorted. “In your dreams, Barnes.”
And that was all the incentive Bucky needed. He stopped his treadmill and walked towards yours and began to turn up your speed.
"Bucky, no, no!", you complained as you started to run, a laugh escaping your lips. "I swear I'm gonna punch you, Bucky!"
Despite the initial reluctance, you found yourself enjoying Bucky's company more than the workout itself. His humor, his stories about the workout in the army, and the way he never pushed you too hard made the experience bearable - almost enjoyable. Almost.
As you both left the gym, you nudged Bucky playfully. “Okay, I admit it wasn’t as terrible as I thought.”
Bucky’s smile was victory itself. “So, same time tomorrow?”
You groaned, but the smile on your face betrayed you. “I have a better idea, James.”
Bucky frowned. “What is it?”
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Shooting for the Moon
This is a fill for today's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF240 Broken Moonlight] as well as my @thehawkeyesbingo A1 - Werewolf AU square. It's also a POV-swap remix of A Hairy Situation.
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Clint Barton
Rating: General
Tags: No Powers AU, Werewolf AU, werewolf!Bucky, hookup to dating,
Summary: Bucky was surprised to find himself in a former hookup’s bed after having wolfed out; but maybe he shouldn’t have been.
Word Count: 811
Bucky ached all over, his head was pounding like crazy and he’d swear his tongue was covered in fur … unlike the rest of him, which no longer was.
While none of this was unexpected, waking up in bed - instead of a filthy alley or under a tree in Prospect Park - was very much out of the ordinary. Even more so the fact that it was someone else’s bed, and very much still occupied by said someone.
The last thing Bucky remembered was staring up at the moon, its light broken up by bands of clouds, but its power over him still very much in effect. He’d been out for vengeance - and from what he could vaguely recall, he’d more than settled that score.
It still didn’t explain what he was doing here, in bed next to a man who was not only still breathing; in fact, he was snoring slightly, and smelled vaguely familiar on top of everything. One more impossible thing to believe before breakfast, Bucky supposed.
He opened his eyes to see the back of a dark, sandy blond head; no help there. “Huh? Wh’re ‘m I?” Bucky managed to mumble around slightly too-large teeth; apparently spoken words were still a bit of a challenge.
The man rolled over, stared at him for a shocked moment and blurted out “James?!”
“Clint?! Oh my god, did I…?” Bucky was equally shocked to discover he’d somehow ended up in the apartment of a former hookup. A hookup that maybe he’d managed to fall a little bit for, too. He went to sit up and a sharp stabbing pain in his side made him hiss; he pressed his hand to his side to discover a couple of loops of elastic wrap wrapped loosely around his torso.
Break into my apartment while you were all wolfed out? Yeah. But you obviously didn’t tear me limb from limb, so that’s a win.” Clint flashed him what was probably meant to be a reassuring smile, but Bucky was still too busy trying to process what had happened.
He looked down at his side to see a knife wound every bit of five inches long; its inflamed edges proof that silver had been involved, but clearly it had been cleaned and bandaged. “You let a werewolf into your home,” he asked in disbelief, poking at the elastic wrap, “and then … gave it first aid?”
“You snuck in through the window and scared the hell out of me at first, but then I saw you were hurt.” Clint shrugged. “For what it’s worth, you were a pretty good patient. What do you remember about last night?”
Bucky gave a guarded explanation, finding Clint’s reaction to the mention of Wanda somehow encouraging. Maybe he had more of a chance with him than he’d thought. When Clint asked why he’d come here, Bucky danced around the question, focusing on what had happened to his victim.
But Clint wasn’t that easily put off, and when he asked again why Bucky had come to his apartment after the fight, he decided honesty was the best policy. I … uh … guess part of me thought this would be a safe place. That I could … trust you.”
Even though I never heard back from you after our little hookup?” Clint’s response was a little sharp, and entirely earned.
“That was kind of shitty of me, wasn’t it?” Bucky admitted. “But it’s not like I can let anyone get close, not with being what I am.”
When Clint assured him that his secret was safe, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat; after thanking him, he nearly kissed Clint, but was afraid of pushing too far, too fast. Sure, they’d fooled around, but that was a one night stand kind of thing. What Bucky truly wanted was so much more.
As if he hadn’t intruded on Clint’s life too much already, Bucky shamefacedly asked if he could borrow something to wear home. One drawback of being a shifter was the whole clothing - and lack thereof - situation.
Once he was dressed, Bucky had one more request. “I hate to ask you for anything else, but I am dying for a cup of coffee.”
“Unfortunately, I’m all out.” Clint replied, “but there’s a pretty good diner about a block away from here. How about we head over there together? My treat.”
“That kind of sounds like a date.” Bucky said before he could think better of it.
“Because it kind of is.”
Bucky couldn’t leave well enough alone - he had to know for sure that Clint was on board with everything that he was. “Even with the whole ‘wolfing out’ thing?”
“Call me crazy,” Clint replied with a grin, “but yeah.”
Bucky couldn’t help but break out into a relieved grin in return. “Huh. In that case, call me Bucky. All my friends do.”
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Missy’s 3.5K Challenge
Missy’s 3500 Challenge!!
WOW! How did I reach 3500 followers? What a crazy ride this continues to be. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.
(Thank you @fictional-affairs for the header!!)
Rules:
You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.
Reblog this post so others can join in.
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Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, AU or Prompt you want.
Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)
It must be a one-shot or new fic
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Can be either reader insert or OFC
No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG.
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Marvel Characters:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Wanda
Natasha
Tony
Loki
Thor
Pietro
Billy Russo
Brock Rumlow
Helmut Zemo
Non-Marvel Characters:
Ransom Drysdale
Ari Levinson
Frank Adler
Andy Barber
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Lloyd Hansen
Nick Fowler
Frank (endings/beginnings)
Chris (Destroyer)
Charles Blackwood
Dean Winchester
Lt. Bradley “Rooster Bradshaw (Maverick)
AU’s:
Mob
Biker
A/B/O
Cop/Detective
Firefighter
Bartender
Royalty
Vikings
Tropes:
Enemies (to friends) to lovers
Sex pollen
First Time
Annoying Neighbor (Tony - @mostly-marvel-musings )
Love at first sight
Evil Twin (Steve - @ironlady1993 )
Hate Sex
Opposites Attract
Prompts:
"They invited us for the family brunch, am I slashing the tires, or are you?"
"I can't believe you made plans, I thought we were on the same side," (Brock - @nekoannie-chan )
"no one else gets to hurt you, you're mine!" (Mob AU/Andy is prosecuting Steve/trope 1/ - @adulting-sucks )
"I'm 90% certain I lost my sanity because of you," (Stark/Mob au/trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo ) & (Trope 5/Lloyd- @nepenthe-raes-affairs )
"You think your life is worth more than mine? Think again sweetheart," (Ransom & Lloyd AU 7, Tropes 5 and 6, - @sarah-in-disguise )
“Of course, they'll fall in love, I planned it," (Stark/Mob au/Trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo )
"Her boyfriend showed up? Oh no, this isn't good," (SamxBlack ReaderxBucky/trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon )
"You're single, they're single, I'm a great third-wheel. It's a perfect match,"
"So I mean nothing to you now?" After everything we've done!"
"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here now,” (Dean/Bartender/Sex pollen - @tarithenurse ) & (Dark Steve - @kitkatd7 )
"Remind me to take a vacation after this,"
"I was never good enough, you always hurt me, so why? why do I miss you?" (Steve or Brock - @nekoannie-chan )
"I can't stop staring at her picture," (Ari/AU 7/trope 8 - @ladyfallonavenger )
"The image of you pops into my head and I just lose my breath,"
“You had me at hello.” (Dean/royalty- @spnexploration )
"Ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave," (Steve/Mob - @captainapple )
"I’ll always be here for you,”
"This is why I love you,"
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" (Ransom/bartender au - @fluffycutecevans )
"you're so beautiful,"
"I would burn the whole city down for you," (Loki/Vikings/Enemies to lovers - @floatinginadreamofhim )
"I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?" (Enemies to lovers/BillyorThor - @lokislastlove )
“Just kiss already!” (Trope 4, w/Sam or Steve @ghostofskywalker )
“I miss your warmth,” (Steve - @americasass81 )
“Do you regret letting us end?” (Trope 7, w/ Sam - @fluffyprettykitty )
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The Red Widow-A Marvel AU
A/N: This is an Alternate Timeline set in the Marvel universe. As I am a reality shifter and this is one of My Desired Realities, most of what I write come from memories as Lilianne mixed with scenarios. So if things seem out of chronological order or "characters" seem different that is why. Also Black Widow is still alive in this.
Part 1
Part 2- First to Last
Bucky loved sparring with Lilianne, she was quick and unpredictable, he liked that. He quickly got out of the way to prevent himself from losing balance and falling. This was going to be harder than he anticipated, though it was only just starting. He smirked abit, impressed by her maneuver and prepared himself once.
Bucky wasn't going to make it easy, he wanted to give Lilianne a challenge. The sudden rush of nostalgia from the memories of their past fights came back to him. He had missed this, and Lili was keeping up well, bringing back that spark. If she could bring this out in him, maybe things could go back to the way they were so long ago.
Lili dodged his blows, responding with kicks of her own. Bucky jumped to the side, trying to avoid her kicks and responding with his own. Bucky hadn't fought her in years so he was trying to adapt to her new skills. He was enjoying the challenge, her kicks were strong but they weren't catching him off guard like before.
Lili smiled, she had missed this. She felt the demon King of wrath Asmodeus in enjoying the fight but I willed him away. I wanted this to be a fair fight after all and it was supposed to be fun not serious.
The demon within her only added to the intensity of the fight. The thrill of it was exciting and one could imagine Asmodeus was thrilled with the battle. But Bucky was enjoying himself too. The fight felt good, the adrenaline from it making him feel light headed but hut he loved it. The sparks from her were making him feel warm and feeling of being alive in moment was incredible.
"Damn even sparring with Clint isn't this fun." I admitted but with Hawk Eye I felt I had to hold back, with Bucky I knew I didn't have too.
The sudden admission was not one Bucky expected but it was also a flattering one. Lili didn't have to hold back with Bucky because she knew she didn't have to. This was a friendly fight no need to hold back. She always wanted to fight at her full potential, a trait that he admired. It made the fight interesting though, it made it fun.
Lilianne attempted to sweep low, maybe she could be on top this time. Smirking at the implications of where her mind whent...
She was fast, so was Bucky. Not wanting to lose his balance, he jumped back from her attack. Though he couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if he had let her sweep him off his feet. Bucky's eyes wandered for a moment, he knew why she was smirking.
Darn. Not yet. "Guess I'll have to try harder." She said.
The smirk on his face grew wider, she had almost gotten him. The sudden realization was amusing to him. She would have to try harder but he had no intention on making it so easy.
"I think so." Bucky replied grinning, his eyes still fixated on her. The fighting was intense but something else lingered in his mind. The memory of her on top of him still lingered there...
Lili had forgotten how much sparring could turn her on...especially with Bucky...she bit her lip, not yet. She ran at him then, taking another flying leap, fist raised.
The sudden jump was impressive and it took him a moment to react. She landed a fist against his side but Bucky wasn't going to let that deter him. He had to be on his toes to keep up with her speed. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, this was going to be more interesting then he had thought.
That hit to his side gave Lili the opportunity to slide between his legs and jumping up she grappled him around the waist, with my arms around his neck. Lili didn't really want to choke him though.
The sudden move threw him off, Lili had gotten a good grip on him before he knew what was happening. Her arms were wrapped around his neck but she was still holding back which was good. The sudden realization she was so close to him made his thoughts race. Lili's body pressed against him gave him a rush that he never wanted to end, Bucky was enjoying this way more than he should.
Lili's strong grip around his neck was tight but he could tell she wasn't applying too much pressure. Not that he wanted her too. The warmth of her body against him was giving him a thrill. He could also sense her desire to be this close to him, as much as he wanted to break away he couldn't help but wonder how long this would last.
"Your move." She whispered in his ear. Her voice sent a shiver through him, it came back to him how attractive she was. the way her breath caressed the side of his neck, the taunts and teasing felt like a game of foreplay. Her words didn't help as she challenged him to make a move. Bucky had to get out of her grip but it was nice having her so close to him. A smile spread across his lips as he thought of a solution.
Bucky took Lili's hands and placed them on her shoulders, gently but tightly. He squeezed her sides as he started to shift his weight so that Lili ended up on top of him rather than the other way around. "You're a real tease you know that?" Bucky spoke in a playful tone, his hands still holding her tightly.
Lili let go then, sweeping his legs out of from under him. That worked as she ended up perched on top of him. "I win." She grinned.
The sudden feeling of her on top of him was exhilarating. He looked into her eyes noticing how they sparkled. He then quickly wrapped his arms around her and rolled so he was on top. The rush from her touch was getting to him but Bucky still had to keep control. His eyes fixated on her.
Lili gasped startled not expecting that. "Bucky..." Pretty soon this sparring match was going to turn into something else. Which to be honest was what they both wanted.
The intensity and desire was starting to take over. She liked being pinned underneath and he liked being the one doing it. Such a tempting sight. No wonder you had never really liked sparring with Clint.. This was something entirely different.
Lili cupped his face, fuck she missed him, but she didn't make a move to go further, deciding to let him take the lead.
Bucky wanted to just go for it, take her then and there but that would probably be a mistake. She was letting him make the next move and he kept hesitating because of it. Bucky really did care about her but he didn't want his desires to make him do something he might later regret..
They stared at one another, neither making a move. Lili wanted to but she didn't want to scare him off. Well if neither of them was going to make a move. She might as well end up on top, Lili took that moment to roll them to where she was on top, a hand on his chest.
The sudden roll caught Bucky by surprise and he didn't like how vulnerable it made him. Lili thought she saw apprehension on his face but his tight grip on her waist said otherwise. Fuck it, she decided to just go for it, hoping this wouldn't ruin anything, as she leaned in brushing her lips with his tentatively.
The kiss felt like it went on forever. Bucky's mind was telling him to stay still but his heart was telling him to action. He tried to hold back. He tried. But....Just the simple brush of her lips was enough to elicit a reaction. Bucky kept trying to pull back but his instincts were telling him to take action. His eyes were fixated on Lili's and he felt stuck between both temptation and hesitancy.
"Bucky do you..." Lilianne hesitated herself. Hoping she wasn't being too forward after so long. Noticing him trying to keep himself controlled as he looked away, She decided not to go any further. As she stood up then, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have..." Lili closed her eyes turning away, dammit she knew she shouldn't have rushed things.
The sudden move of her standing up caught him off guard. Her sudden words of apology made Bucky feel horrible because he thought it was him who was causing the reluctance. He was the one struggling to keep his composure. But he tried not show how much she affected him.
Lili also hated how anxious she only got around him, she was supposed to be more in control than this. Bucky stood up slowly then, moving until he was right in front of her, looking at her and wanting to make the hurt and anxiety go away.
"I shouldn't have been so...fast. I know your not one to rush. I just..." Lili sighed, not ready to reveal everything she felt for him yet. When he didn't say anything she continued, "I'm sorry we were having fun, I feel like I ruined it."
That statement hit Bucky deep, because he felt he should be the one to apologize not her. She had done nothing wrong, she was just being herself, he had been the one who hesitated. To him nothing was ruined it had just escalated pretty quickly. Bucky hadn't expected the moment to reach that level intensity but it happened. This felt like a sign that things were becoming more real. She was starting to open up to him and that was causing there dynamic to shift.
"I...I need a moment. I'll be back, stay here please don't go anywhere." Lili told him, heading to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom she leaned on the small counter, looking into the mirror. "Get your shit together Lili." She told herself. The sparring had been fun, exhilarating even, but it also brought up feelings both physical and emotional. And seeing him control himself when all she wanted to do was throw herself at him. Maybe he wasn't ready yet, but it had been so long surely he missed her as much as she did. Or had it been too long? She still, well more than cared for him. Did he? "Only one way to find out."
The longer she was gone the more his mind continued to race. Anxiety taking away his usual calm and collected demeanor. And his body was growing tense. As he paced around the living room.
Lili walked back in then, crossing her arms and leaning her head on the doorframe. "Hey." Bucky looks at her uncertainty filling his eyes.
"Look Bucky, shit I'm just going to say it. I still care-" She stops, with a shake of her head, sighing. "No. I love you, I always have. Which is why I may have rushed earlier. I know neither of us are good at being vulnerable but I'm trying to change. But if you don't feel the same, if it's been too long, then I understand." Lili looks away, willing herself not to cry.
Bucky knew then that she meant what she said and he couldn't stand there watching her hide her emotions. Quickly he walked up to her and took her in his arms, this was where they belonged all along.
Bucky held her close and even though she was struggling not to cry he didn't care. All he wanted to do was hold her and never let go. "Bucky..." She pulled away long enough to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Is that a yes?"
Her tears caused Bucky's eyes to also well up. To be able to feel this way after so long of feeling nothing...He took his time wiping away her tears with his thumbs. The fact that she was finally showing him this type of emotion after so long made it that much more real. He never thought this day would come again, whether his feelings would go unrequited but now here she was in front of him, feeling the same way. He pulled her back into his embrace, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes of course I do."
Lili brushed his lips to his, needing him to take the next step. Bucky closed the small gap between them and finally found the kiss he'd yearning for. Her lips soft and delicate against his own. As he breathed her in, he took his time enjoying her lips on his, the way she felt against his as if it was the first kiss all over again.
Lili's breath caught in her throat at his kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, it was better than their first kiss, not rushed and no one would pull them apart this time...
To Be Continued
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It's not you
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43404361
by Maos22
"Why not?" He challenges him. Sam shakes his head with a ungraceful smile. He lets out a huff. He remains silent. "Why the hell not Sam?" He demands more forcefully this time. "What? Are you scared?"
And that's all, he doesn't know if it was his tone or the challenge in his look, but that breaks him and sends everything to hell.
"Because I don't want anyone to know that I'm dating you!" he yells in exasperation, he doesn't think twice about what he's saying.
Or: The trauma over the death of Riley -Sam's old fiancé- does not allow him to move forward in his new relationship and Bucky is paying the consequences.
Words: 3604, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of English Works
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Dissociation, Whumptober 2022, Canonical Character Death, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43404361
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I posted 3,012 times in 2022
That's 449 more posts than 2021!
21 posts created (1%)
2,991 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@steverogersnotebook
@wilwheaton
@dystopiandramaqueen
@weheartchrisevans
@thebibliosphere
I tagged 2,174 of my posts in 2022
Only 28% of my posts had no tags
#not marvel - 998 posts
#avenger of your queue - 725 posts
#chris evans - 430 posts
#sebastian stan - 289 posts
#😂😂😂😂😂 - 141 posts
#😂😂😂😂 - 137 posts
#😂😂😂😂😂😂 - 92 posts
#bucky barnes - 91 posts
#amazing - 90 posts
#steve rogers - 87 posts
Longest Tag: 118 characters
#steve irwin is just smiling watching this guy who obviously grew up on him loving the fuck out of this beautiful snake
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
The Gray Man in photos no context
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#4
Holiday Heist Masterlist (thief!Bucky x reader)
Summary: When the art gallery you manage is robbed on Christmas Eve, you suspect the handsome stranger who flirted with you earlier in the day, but instead of involving the authorities, you take matters into your own hands with surprising consequences.
Holiday Heist (Part One)
Holiday Favor (Part Two)
Holiday Fraud (Part Three)
Holiday Foe (Part Four)
Updated 2/22/2022
61 notes - Posted February 22, 2022
#3
Holiday Foe [Heist pt 4] (thief!Bucky x reader)
Characters: Bucky, reader, Rachel (ofc), Wanda, Tony Stark (mentioned) and a special guest. :D
Summary: When a friend calls you in distress, you request Bucky’s expertise again to solve the problem. What you didn’t expect was to find a part of Bucky’s past to resurface and disrupt the life you’d built together. Can your relationship and foundation of trust hold up against this new challenge? And what does the future hold for you and Bucky? (art thief!Bucky AU)
Warnings: none, really. Tiny bit of angst and smidge of sexytimes. ;)
Word Count: 8.6k
Author’s Note: I’m baaaaack!! Kinda. Ha! I’ve been working on some fics here and there but time and motivations are strange, untameable beasts. I’m so excited to share this new chapter! Please let me know your thoughts. I’ve missed you all. Thank you for your support and patience. :)
<<<Holiday Fraud (pt 3) Holiday Foe (pt 4)
Holiday Heist Series Masterlist
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I need your help, Y/N.
I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to turn.
Please call as soon as you can.
The first thing you saw upon checking your phone midway through your workday was a short string of texts from a friend that had you worried. Checking the time, you gave notice to your assistant that you’d be in the office, walked inside, and locked the door.
That evening as you stepped out of a cab and up the steps to your New York brownstone’s front door, nervous flutters grew in your stomach. Hanging up your coat, you caught smells and sounds coming from the kitchen along with idle whistling, which made you smile even now. Those flutters were still frequent under normal circumstances now that you got to come home to James Buchanan Barnes, reformed art thief.
Well. Mostly reformed.
Following the sounds, you spotted him standing at the stovetop with his back to you, wearing those perfectly fitted trousers you loved and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Swoon. He hadn’t heard you yet so you allowed yourself to linger in the doorway, enjoying the view. You loved to watch him moved about the kitchen, drying his hands and throwing a dish towel over his shoulder. He spotted you then and you stepped forward, meeting him half way.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Bucky grinned, pressing a kiss to your lips with an arm wrapped around your waist. The other hand still held a spatula.
“Hi,” you replied, returning the smile.
“Dinner’s about ready. Do you want to grab some glasses and pour the wine?” he asked, turning back to the stove.
“Sure.”
As you poured the wine and took a sip, Bucky dished out what looked like an amazing pasta dish, even adding a sprig of parsley for garnish. Your boyfriend had grown to enjoy cooking over the past year and you were the lucky taste tester. Setting the dishes on the dining table, Bucky pulled out your chair and you slipped into it, offering the second wine glass to him as he settled in the seat across from you.
“Cheers, my love,” Bucky declared, clinking his glass against yours before taking a sip.
“Mm. This looks incredible, Bucky. Thank you for dinner,” you said, reaching over to give his hand an affectionate squeeze.
“Of course. I tried something new so I hope it turned out,” his lips tugged nervously as you both picked up your forks. “So, how was your day?”
Giving yourself a moment, you took a bite and savored it. Moaning in pleasure, you gave Bucky a nod and swallowed. “Wow. Well done, handsome. So good. Today was, um…work was fine. I did get a strange text from a friend, though,” you began, taking another bite.
Brow furrowed, Bucky reached for his wine. “Oh? Strange how?”
You shifted in your chair, twirling a forkful of pasta. “You remember my friend Wanda?”
“Sure,” he nodded. “Personal art shopper for…”
“…Mr. Stark. That’s right. She’s been curating his collection for years and…”
You paused, reconsidering your tactic in conversation but Bucky noticed your hesitation.
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Holy shit. Variety really did this to us. 🥵🔥
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I posted 552 times in 2022
That's 274 more posts than 2021!
55 posts created (10%)
497 posts reblogged (90%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@caplanbuckybarnes
@lexiepiper
@jobean12-blog
@alrightythenbabe
@nana1000night
I tagged 29 of my posts in 2022
#marvel - 22 posts
#marvel fanfiction - 20 posts
#bucky barnes - 18 posts
#marvel one shot - 17 posts
#bucky barnes x reader - 16 posts
#bbb2022 - 14 posts
#buckybarnesbingo2022 - 11 posts
#fluff - 6 posts
#james buchanan barnes - 5 posts
#steve rogers - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 31 characters
#birthday writing challenge 2022
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#5
Aphrodite
Summary: You feel uncomfortable in everything you own. Luckily, your boyfriend’s jacket fits you perfectly
Written for: @buckybarnesbingo
Words: 1261
Square Filled: U4- Boyfriend Jacket
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Female Reader
Warnings: Body issues, mild adult themes
For a while now, you had been feeling uncomfortable in your clothes. Everything you put on felt tight or twisted up in all the wrong places but ever since you started stealing Bucky’s jacket, those things didn’t matter. Whenever you were wearing it, you felt so much better. The warmth you felt didn’t just come from the garment itself but whenever Bucky caught you in it. Feeling his eyes on you made you feel confident, beautiful and loved. Bucky told you how much he adored seeing you in it and how gorgeous he thought you were. You loved that man so much.
…
You were in the kitchen wearing Bucky’s jacket, grabbing yourself a snack.
“Don’t you think it’s time you gave your poor boyfriend his jacket back?” Nat mused from behind you.
“Nope. Mine now,” you grinned. “Besides, it’s the only thing that fits me nowadays…”
“If you want, I can take you shopping,” Nat offered.
“Thanks, Nat, but I think I’ll pass,” you sighed, sitting down to eat.
“Everything alright?” Nat asked, picking up on something in your voice.
“I don’t really like clothes shopping. The last time I went, I nearly got stuck in something and almost burst into tears in the dressing room… The salespeople always make me feel so insecure and forget about buying pretty underwear. They all seem to think that if you’re beyond a certain size, you don’t deserve anything outside of plain white, black or beige…”
Bucky heard your every word. It hurt him to think that you felt this way. He wished that he could take every flaw you saw in yourself and turn them into how he saw you.
“You know, Nat… Whenever I wear Bucky’s jacket, all of that goes away. It smells like him and it feels like he’s hugging me… Whenever he looks at me in his jacket, it makes me feel… like I’m the only woman in the world that matters to him. Some days, I can’t believe that Adonis chose me…”
Bucky walked up behind you and kissed the top of your head.
“Hi, beautiful,” he smiled, pecking your lips.
“Hi, handsome. We were just talking about you.”
“Really? Nothing bad I hope,” he smirked, like he hadn’t just been listening in.
“I was just telling Nat how lucky I am to have a boyfriend like you.”
Bucky kissed you deeply, sending butterflies to the pit of your stomach. It was one of those kisses that took your breath away and made you glad to be a woman... specifically Bucky’s woman.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in my jacket?” he panted when he pulled away.
“Not today,” you purred.
“Well let’s fix that…”
Bucky kissed you again, pulling you close to his body.
“Guys, this is a kitchen. People eat here,” Nat teased.
You felt the heat rush to your face as you pulled away.
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#4
Childhood Friends
Summary: When you moved to San Fransisco for a new job, you bumped into the last person you ever thought you would see again; your long-lost childhood companion Eddie Brock
Word Count: 1118
Pairings: Eddie Brock x Chubby!Female Reader
Warnings: Some body issues, fluff, mild swear words
A/N: Requested by a wonderful Nonnie
When you were a child, your best friend was a boy named Eddie Brock. You did everything together. When you were a teenager, your family moved away, leaving you heartbroken but on your very last day in town, you and Eddie went to a carnival where he won you a stuffed panda. Sadly, over the years, you lost touch with your friend but that little teddy bear was your most prized possession.
…
It was a brisk San Fransisco morning and you were getting a coffee to energise yourself before a busy day of carting boxes into your new apartment. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you failed to see the person standing behind you and you collided with them.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going and I…”
“Y/N? Is that you?”
It took you a few minutes to figure out who this mystery man was.
“Eddie? Eddie Brock?”
He grinned and nodded. You couldn’t hold back the squeal of delight as you threw your arms around him.
“I can’t believe it’s really you. What are you doing here?” Eddie asked.
“I live here now. I was just getting coffee…”
You felt heat flood your face as you looked at the mess you had made on Eddie’s shirt.
“I’ll pay for that to be washed…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “So, do you need any help moving or are you still getting settled in?”
“As I was saying, I was just on my way up to move boxes,” you went on to explain.
“I’m not doing anything right now. I could give you a hand,” he offered.
“No, no, I couldn’t, especially after I spilled coffee all over you,” you protested.
“Please, it’s the least I could do for an old friend. We could get to know each other again and catch up,” he smiled.
…
It took you a while but with Eddie’s help, you soon had all of your boxes of belongings inside your new apartment and you were sure without his help it would have taken you longer. As you worked, you caught up Eddie’s life since you left and you told him about yours. When he left, you couldn’t help feeling a spark between the two of you. Before you left, you thought that Eddie would be your first boyfriend but that never happened. It didn’t help that he had grown into such an attractive adult. You had dated here and there but you could never find someone quite like Eddie. Another thing that affected your dating life was your insecurities about your looks. Between the stresses of daily life and a medical condition, you had put on a bit of weight. It wasn’t the weight itself that bothered you so much as it was the jerks who teased you about it. You just wished you could find someone who didn’t care about the superficial stuff. Maybe even someone like Eddie.
…
It had taken some time to get your apartment just the way you wanted it but once the furniture was in place (with a little help from Eddie) and all your homey touches had been arranged, you invited Eddie over for a celebratory dinner. It was just over six when Eddie arrived carrying a small potted flower.
“I got you a house warming present,” he smiled.
“Aw, thank you. That’s so thoughtful,” you smiled back. “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
As you went to put the plant near your kitchen window, Eddie looked around your home.
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#3
The Devil’s Fever
Summary: When Matt gets sick, you’re there to take care of him
Word Count: 1300
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Warnings: Mild swear words, mentions/ symptoms of flu
It was inevitable that Matt would eventually get sick. He spent all night out in the cold, in the freezing rain, getting drenched to the bone, come home and not even changed out of his wet clothes. The morning after one such night, Matt could feel a little scratchiness at the back of his throat but decided to walk it off like he did so many things. By the time he got to the office, a headache had set in and his muscles were beginning to ache (although that could just be from the beating he took, he guessed).
“Hey, Foggy,” Matt greeted, taking a seat at his desk. “What’s our first case?”
“Our first case is… woah, you look like crap,” Foggy remarked, immediately once he saw Matt’s condition, the statement coming from a place of concern.
It wasn’t just the bruises that caught Foggy’s attention but there was just something off about Matt’s general appearance that just wasn’t right.
“Thanks, man,” Matt scoffed, shrugging off the comment. He knew Foggy meant well.
“Are you sure you don’t just wanna stay home, man?” Foggy asked.
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Matt waved off.
“Okay, but if you’re not feeling good, you can go home, okay?”
“I’ll be fine, Foggy. Really,” he tried to reassure.
Matt was not fine. As the day ticked by, he was getting progressively worse. Foggy was so wrapped up in his own work, he didn’t notice how bad his friend’s condition was. Matt tried to focus on his work but he couldn’t concentrate. His clothes felt like sandpaper on his skin and the world he could hear outside was practically screaming at him. By midmorning, he was beginning to sweat.
“Morning, guys. I brought coffee,” you cheerfully greeted.
“Thanks, Y/N. You’re a life saver,” Foggy grinned, taking the foam cup from your hand.
You smiled back until you saw your boyfriend slumped at his desk and rushed over to him.
“Matt? Matty, baby, talk to me,” you implored, carefully lifting his chin.
His skin was hot and clammy.
“’m fine,” he mumbled.
You removed his glasses and looked into his eyes, seeing they were glassy and bloodshot.
“You’re not fine, you’re sick,” you stated, helping him get up from his desk. “Foggy, I’m going to take Matt home.”
“Go right ahead, Y/N. Hope you feel better soon,” Foggy said.
Matt wanted to give some smart reply and to argue that he wasn’t sick but his head was too clouded to even think straight. He let you take him back home.
…
As soon you arrived at Matt’s place, you got him changed into something more comfortable than his suit and got him into bed.
“You get some rest and I’ll go out and some supplies, okay?”
You were expecting Matt to argue and put up a fight but instead, he laid down and went to sleep which only proved to you how much this illness had taken out of him.
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Twice The Mate
Summary: Being an important alpha of the town came with a lot of expectations, especially when it came to choosing the right mate. Perhaps you may even find two…
Word Count: 1576
Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x AlphaFemale!Reader x Alpha!Steve
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mild adult themes, Alpha Steve and Bucky
A/N: This is my first time writing one of these types of fics and it was weirdly inspired by a documentary on cassowaries (big Australian birds that can kick a grown man to the curb). I also want to thank @jobean12-blog and @navybrat817 for some of their advice (go check out their amazing works).
Being a pillar of the community wasn’t an easy job but you strived to be as approachable as possible. Lately there had been a lot of pressure for you to choose a mate and continue your family legacy. It wasn’t just that easy. You didn’t want some soft little omega nor some mediocre beta… you wanted an alpha but one who fits your high standards.
Wanting to take a break from your local duties, you decided to head to the pool to blow off some steam. As you were sunbaking, you relayed your to your best friend Nat.
“Why don’t you pick Rumlow? He’s strong and not bad looking,” she suggested.
You scoffed at the idea and rolled your eyes.
“Because I’ve worked with him enough to know his type. If I picked him, the omegas in town wouldn’t stand a chance much less the rest of the community. I need an alpha who’s more than just strong and good looking. I need one who’s kind and cares about everyone and not just the other alphas…”
Just then, one of the handsomest men walked into your line of vision. He was tall with blond hair, blue eyes and a muscular build. By the smell of him and the way he held himself, an alpha too.
“Okay, is everyone wearing sunscreen?” he asked.
It was only then did you realise the group of small children that he was being followed by, all wearing their water wings and other floatation devices for safety. They all answered with a chorus of “Yes, Mister Steve”, except for one little boy in the group. Rather than scold the boy for not doing as he was told, the teacher (whom you presumed was named Steve) knelt down and applied the sunscreen to the boy’s skin, explaining the importance of the act. Once that was done, he stood up and headed to the edge of the pool.
“Everyone ready?” the instructor asked.
“Ready!” the children cheered.
On his count, they jumped into the water together, save for one little girl who stood shyly on the edge.
“Come on, you can do it,” Steve gently encouraged.
The girl shook her head.
“I’m scared!” she cried.
“I promise you I’ll catch you…”
The girl contemplated it for a few moments before jumping into his waiting arms.
“I did it!” she cheered.
“You sure did!” he smiled.
The man gently let the little girl go so she could join the rest of the class. The whole time, you could not take your eyes off him. His tone was ever kind to the children but firm when it needed to be and he encouraged them to try the tasks themselves, only stepping in if they were truly struggling. When the swim class was over, he dismissed the class cheerfully and went to get his towel. You knew you had to go and talk to him.
“Hi,” you smiled.
“Oh! H-hello. You’re, uh… Y/N, right? I’ve seen you around…”
“That’s right. I was just watching you teach…”
He became flustered which only helped to strengthen your resolve.
“You must think it’s silly, an alpha teaching small children instead of doing something manly like protecting the town… My name is Steve, by the way…”
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That Darn Cat
Summary: When a white cat enters your life, she decides to adopt you as her secondary human.
Word Count: 1355
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Tagging some Bucky lovers: @jobean12-blog @buckysbirdie
It was a pleasant spring morning. Wanting to take advantage of the nice weather you took your laptop out to your balcony to do some work. You worked for about an hour before deciding you needed to take a break from looking at your screen. With a stretch and a sigh, you just happened to look over at your neighbour’s adjoining balcony. That was when you noticed a white cat was sitting on a chair and staring at you intently.
“Morning. Nice day, isn’t it?” you mused, not really expecting the cat to answer but chuckling when it let out a soft mew.
The cat jumped up onto the table of the outdoor setting, onto the railing and over onto your side of the balcony.
“Well, hello there. Did you want to come and introduce yourself?” you cooed as the cat sauntered over to you and rubbed itself against your leg.
You couldn’t help but smile and pat her before placing her on your lap. The cat purred happily.
“You’re a sweet thing, aren’t you?”
“Alpine…” you heard a man’s voice call from inside the apartment next door.
You stood up and carried the cat over to the fence, gently placing her on the table so she could go back the way she came.
You sometimes caught glimpses of the gorgeous man who lived there but you had yet to meet him. You often wondered what he was like.
…
Over the next few weeks, Alpine had been a regular visitor to your balcony and had gone as far as inviting herself into your apartment. You had gone as far as rearranging your balcony setting and leaving your door open a crack so she could come and go as she so pleased and had taken to calling her Babydoll. Not wanting to be a bad host to your feline guest, you had begun feeding her. You found she loved anything fish flavoured, had a tolerance for chicken but despised anything beef, turning her nose up in disgust at it. You quite enjoyed her company; it was like having a very chill girlfriend you could hang out with and vent to.
One evening, you came home from one of the most boring dates you had ever been on. After biding your date goodbye, you walked in the door and found Alpine on your couch giving you one of the most judgmental looks you had ever seen a cat give.
“What? Don’t give me that look. He was just a blind date a friend set me up with and I… I’m justifying myself to a cat,” you sighed, taking a seat next to Alpine who promptly jumped into your lap.
“It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. The guy had no sense of humour and he was possibly one of the dullest people I have ever met. Plus, he was so cheap he wouldn’t let me order anything… If I were to meet someone, he’d have to kind, smart, funny… wouldn’t hurt if he were easy on the eyes,” you laughed, idly patting Alpine’s soft fur. “What about your owner? What’s he like? He single?”
You only had small insights of your next-door neighbour but it gave you some inklings of the sort of man he was. Most Sunday mornings, he would sit on his balcony and drink his coffee. Sometimes you thought about going to talk with him but you felt too shy. He’d leave his door open and you could hear the music playing inside. He liked the old stuff; The Andrews Sisters, Frank Sinatra and Édith Piaf just to name a few. Alpine was so sweet and well cared for so it must mean he was a kind soul.
“What do you think about ordering some dinner and watching a little tv, hm?"
…
Forty minutes later, there was a knock on your door indicating your food had arrived. No sooner had you opened the door to collect your food, there was a huge boom of thunder and the power to the building went out. Alpine yowled in fright and took off out into the dark hallway. You quickly put the food on the table and grabbed your phone for a source of light. What if she got hurt or trampled on or what if some creepy weirdo tried to claim her? You couldn’t live with that on your conscience. As you chased after the white feline, you failed to notice Alpine’s true owner emerge from his apartment to also look for the cat. Fortunately, she hadn’t gotten too far away and you were able to catch up with her quickly.
“Gotcha, Babydoll!” you exclaimed as you scooped her up in your arms.
“What are you doing with my cat?”
You turned to see the man you had spent weeks admiring.
“Oh! You must be my neighbour. We haven’t formally met. I’m Y/N and for the last few weeks, your cat has been visiting me,” you explained.
“I see… I’d been wondering where she’d getting to when she vanishes. Thought she may have been hiding,” he said, giving Alpine a scritch under the chin. “My name’s Bucky.”
Alpine looked quite happy in your arms, smug almost. Her face seemed to say, “I like this human, father. May we keep them?”
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Trick or Treat
For @paradoxical-scribbler‘s Fictober Writing Challenge
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ulysses Klaue, OC
Challenge Day Number: 1
Prompt: “Trick” *cocks gun and aims* “or treat?”
Warnings/Notes: Gun/Threat of violence
Summary: Bri (OC) gets angry when a Halloween party gets interrupted
Word Count: 971
Author’s Notes: This is not my best, but I am getting back into things so bear with me please! I hope you enjoy it anyway! :)
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There were so many people that arrived for the costume party. Tony sure knows how to throw them, after all.
Stark Tower was decorated to the nines on the outside as a haunted house – lights and all. It had taken Tony and the Legionnaires hours to do at the beginning of the month, and it would be sad to see all the decorations go tomorrow.
Bri moved toward the bar through the crowd. Normally, she would have made some excuse to retire early to her apartment due to the sheer number of people. But not today – this was, after all, her favorite holiday.
“Ready for another round?” Nat, who was dressed as Poison Ivy, lifted the drink shaker and raised an eyebrow.
“Hell yea,” Bri dramatically flared her trench coat out to rest behind the barstool as she sat.
“What’ll it be this time? Mule, Crown and coke..?”
“Give me something different this time. Dealer’s choice.”
“You sure you’re up for that?” she teased.
“A challenge from you? How could I not accept?”
Nat flashed a brilliant smile. “Just remember you said that.”
Bri loved watching Nat make drinks. She always added bottle flips and extra flair, knowing that people were watching. By the time the thing was done, the drink had a green, glowing effect to it, with glitter shimmering and flowing in whirls. A fog billowed over the salt rim from the dry ice,
“Last touch, aaaaaaand-“ Nat leaned over and set the drink alight- “Viola. I call this the Haunted Mansion.”
“Fitting,” Bri put out the fire and sipped the drink. “And delicious.”
“Than-“ Nat stopped, looking to something over Bri’s shoulder. The way her eyebrows pulled down made Bri turn to see the source of alarm.
Outside the window wall on the balcony, Steve and Bucky were standing opposite a man she had never seen before. He stood almost to their height, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattooed arms. His at-ease body language juxtaposed Steve’s. who seemed tense. It even more so did with Bucky, whose metal hand was clenched in a fist.
Nat and Bri exchanged a look before they both moved, pushing past the unsuspecting crowd to the balcony’s door. Bri’s coat flapped out behind her, making for a more dramatic entrance than intended when they stepped out.
The man had noticed, leaning around Bucky’s big frame to look at them. “Uh oh. Looks like we have ourselves company.” The accent that rolled off his tongue was one she couldn’t place.
“You boys having all the fun outside without us?” Nat asked with a pointed look at Steve.
“Just finishing up here actually,” Steve answered, glancing over his shoulder at her.
“He was just leaving,” Bucky continued for him.
“Actually, I think I might stick around for a while. It was, in fact, an open invitation to this party.”
“I think that would be against your best interests, actually.” Nat looked relaxed as she spoke, but her hand moved to the concealed knife at her hip.
Bri figured the three of them knew who this mystery man was. Anything that had them all so tense was probably not a good sign.
She was not about to let work ruin her Halloween.
“Alright, listen.” Bri made her way around Steve and Bucky so that she was face-to-face with the man. “I don’t know who you are or what you want-“
“Ulysses Klaue. Nice to meet you.”
“Don’t care.” Bri held up a hand to silence him. “You are getting in the way of us celebrating my favorite holiday, and I have no patience with that. So what’ll it be, trick?” She grabbed the gun at her hip and aimed it at his forehead. “Or treat? The treat, of course, that you get the fuck out of here with your life.”
Klaue stared, stunned for a moment, before chuckling. “You wouldn’t do that with all of those people in there.”
“Try me.” She inched closer until the muzzle was just barely away from his forehead.
“She’s a loose cannon, this one. Especially when it comes to Halloween,” Bucky chimed in from behind her.
Klaue’s face list all its humor as he considered his options. “Tell you what, sweetheart.” He put his hands up in surrender. “I’ll go peacefully. This time. But mark my works, I’ll be back before you know it. I will get what I want from Stark.”
“Call me sweetheart one more time, you’ll be dead before you know it.”
The smirk left his face again and he backed away, getting a decent distance away before turning towards the small jet that he came in. That must have been what tipped Steve and Bucky off that he was here, she thought as they all watched the jet until it was out of sight.
Steve was the first one to break the silence. “He’ll be back.”
“We’ll deal with it when he comes,” Bucky said. He turned his attention to Bri with an approving smirk. “Never seen you quite like that before.”
“Well? No one messes with Halloween. And you gotta be convincing if you are threatening someone with a fake gun, right? I needed him to buy it.”
“Woah, wait. You were bluffing?” Steve looked dumbfounded.
“You thought she was carrying a real gun around all of these people?” Nat smiled.
“I am,” Bucky responded, patting his jacket.
“I mean, if I needed a weapon, I would have just hit him with it.” She started walking back to the bar as they continued. “The gun just went with he costume, so it was convenient, really.”
“What are you supposed to be, anyway?” Bucky asked with a quizzical look.
She smiled at him over her drink. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She took a sip of her drink, ready to enjoy the rest of her Halloween.
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Sugar
Summary: Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?
Word Count: 2.7K
Pairings: College Steve x College Reader;
College Bucky x College Reader (Not Stucky);
Various Marvel MCU Characters (in college except for Stark) x Reader (platonic)
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Smut adjacent, a lil’ bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff. Touchy, feels, inappropriate Roommates, College au, naked dongs at breakfast, language, drinking, flirting, crushes, drunk party games, making out, voyeurism, jealousy, cheesecake, grinding, moaning and kissing. Long-haired Bucky, lawd! 😫
A/N: This is for @sidepartskinnyjeans Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday Elsie! 🥳. The song I used was Sugar, We’re Going Down x Fallout Boy. The prompts I used were “Let’s Leave Early,” Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and also 21st birthday. I hope you like it love!
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You woke up cotton mouthed and head pounding. Two brick walls were on either side of you.
“Steve.”
You shook Steve’s shoulder.
“STEVE!”
The snoring continued, sawing into your brain.
“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!”
Bucky’s arm reached around you and punched Steve in the shoulder.
“Wake the fuck up, Punk!”
Steve just rolled onto his stomach, grunted, “Language!” and fell back to sleep. But at least the snoring stopped. You looked around and realized what must have happened last night. Another house party.
You climbed over Steve and stopped to admire his ass.
“Why is it that when the tequila comes out I wake up in between you two?”
You raised your eyebrow as Bucky smiled weakly at you, ducking like a vampire from the sunlight streaming in the window.
“Perverts.”
You smiled back at one of your roommates as you started to jiggle the other’s ass and slapping it through his joggers, causing Steve to finally stir.
“Must be jelly, ‘cause jam don’t shake like that!”
Steve groaned and looked back at you harassing him, chuckling. Then he groaned once more.
“Ohhhh. No more tequila. Never again.”
He held his head while you finished climbing off him and his faux milk crate bed setup. It looked college broke aesthetic at first glance, but it was designed that way. Everything in Stark House was top of the line.
Bucky squinted at you as he ran his hand through his long dark hair.
You took the opportunity to climb out of the bed.
“Where are you going Sugar?”
Their nickname for your was ironic. You were rude as hell when you first met them.
“To go get in my own bed.”
You walked with your eyes squinted almost closed in the bright daylight, around the guitars set up in their stands over to the windows to close the blackout curtains. You stopped suddenly as you got a flashback.
“Wait. Did you bark out of the window while Steve mooned everyone on the street, James?”
“That would be a yes.”
Bucky just blushed as Steve answered, sitting up to tease his friend.
You shook your head as you started to leave the room, then stopped to look back at them both checking out your ass.
“Why the fuck were you barking?”
That’s when Steve started laughing.
“You don’t remember Sugar? He was howling and calling out your name because you went to the bathroom. He was wasted. Drunk and horny is not a good combination.”
Bucky’s eyes shot daggers at Steve.
“What?” Steve questioned. “You’re always saying how hot she is.”
“You do too, punk.”
Steve flipped Bucky off.
“Well, we probably should never ever get drunk again, because neither one of you is ever gonna get it.”
You grabbed a handful of your own ass and grabbed it for them, making their eyes go big as you left the room, clad a hoodie (one of thiers, you didn’t know whose) and panties.
“We’ll be sober tonight then for Wanda’s party!”
You slapped your ass for them and you heard the catcalls as you got some water and went to your room. You groaned and shook your head at the thought of another celebration and punched your pillow. It was getting to be too much, but it was Wanda’s 21st. You couldn’t miss it.
In Steve’s room, Bucky collapsed back on the bed, heart beating a mile a minute at what just happened.
Steve hovered over him as he stared up to the ceiling.
“You’re a goner, aren't ya?”
Steve’s Brooklyn accent was coming out strong. Yeah, he was affected by you too.
“Shut up.”
Bucky pushed Steve away from him, got up and sat on the edge of the bed before he stood up. An entire bottle of tequila, empty rolled when he moved his foot.
“Have I got a bet for you…”
Bucky shook his head.
“No more bets on this one.”
The only downside to having free room and board and an internship from Stark Industries was that there was also an endless supply of liquor at your disposal. If you’d call that a downside. It was a bit like a rock and roll fever dream.
The living arrangements were a part of Stark’s plan to see who could survive the pressures of school, work, and being in a house together. That man had a God complex to be sure, but he was a genius and he knew talent when he saw it.
There had been six of you to begin with: you, Steve, James, Peter, Wanda, and Vis. Then you started to fall, one by one.
Turned out Vis was just a company plant placed there by Stark, and when he and Wanda were caught doing the do the first week, they had to go. Then Peter had to drop out to take care of his Aunt May, who got ill in June. That left you, Steve and Bucky to ride it out until Labor Day.
This had already been one hell of a summer before your senior year at Columbia, with sports and high demand academics; the urges of a house full of young adults just added to the chaos. And you loved it.
You three got along swell, but Steve and Bucky were always doing the most. Steve the Lacrosse captain, with a cocky, outgoing personality, and Bucky, the quarterback with the golden arm, was quiet and shy. You thought it was an act, because when he had his sexual target hemmed up, then it was like a spider and his fly. But they were your two dorks and you loved them like besties.
Even though they’d been best friends since childhood, they were competitive as hell. They actually had notches in their bedposts.
Last month they had a bet to see how you would react if you saw both of their dicks. Steve showed up in the bathroom just as you were getting out of the shower, butt ass naked. His big dick was long and thick and nice, but you just raised your eyebrow and pointed toward the door with the hand that wasn’t holding up your towel.
Bucky walked into the kitchen one morning as bare as the day he was born, and you were impressed at his girth and length and the way his muscles were highlighted in the morning light.
You could have admired him for hours, but just handed him the Cocoa Puffs when he sat down on a stool next to you at the bar instead. You laughed your ass off when he put a napkin down on his lap before he ate. They told you about it later and asked you to rate their penises.
You sat between them on the couch, both of them on the edge of their seats awaiting a decision. You’d looked up into the air, thought about it and tapped your chin.
“Hmmmmm. 9.5 and 9.9.”
You stood up, smiled at them and then walked back to your room, the boys a little hypnotized by your ass until they remembered.
“Hey! Which one is which???”
You stopped and looked over your shoulder at them.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you quipped, and then raced into your room and locked it before they could get to you.
Overall, even though you teased each other, it was all a brother and sisterly vibe. You thought.
This week, both friends had been acting weird toward you, getting close, flirting, and trying to kiss you when you all were loose and having fun. Your bestie Misty was running interference at Wanda’s party.
“Girl, have you gotten into that Sex Pollen perfume that Stark is developing? These two hotties are on you.”
She fanned herself as she watched them playing beer pong and then gave you a side eye.
“Why don’t you choose one and then let me ride the other.”
You laughed and then stopped, thinking.
“They probably just have another bet going on. Just go get one if you want.”
You frowned a little bit as you said it. But you sipped your drink as if you didn’t care. Misty straightened up, showcasing her assets.
“Okay, dark and hot James Barnes, here I cum.”
Misty winked at you and you pulled her back.
“Not that one.”
Misty started yelling, drawing the attention of everyone in Vis’ apartment.
“I KNEW IT.”
You shushed her and looked around.
“You know nothing. There's nothing to know.”
“Ummmhmmm. Alright. Okay. I got something for your ass.”
Misty took her drink and sashayed over to Steve. You flipped her off as she started flirting with Steve. They both looked at you and smiled evilly. You decided not to stress and started having a good time.
You should have seen it coming. Truth or Dare. You looked around, not surprised as everyone gathered around. You sat down, three drinks in and loose. Fuck it. Wanda looked like she liked it, so you loved it.
Of course Misty orchestrated it. Wanda was turnt and giving Vis a lap dance as she watched the festivities.
“I FUCKING LOVE YUOOU MISTY KNIGHT!”
“Happy Birthday, Boo!”
Misty blew Wanda a kiss. Then she slapped her hands together and rubbed. Okay. Now is the time to get serious. You got a knot in your stomach as she raised her eyebrow at you.
“Y/N. Truth, Or Dare.”
You rolled your eyes at her dramaticism and considered. You absolutely did not want to tell the truth that you knew she wanted you to tell. But no telling what kind of jacked up shit she’d make you do. So you picked your only choice.
“Fuck. Dare.”
Misty grinned.
“Seven minutes in heaven with Rogers.”
Someone gasped. Then you realized that it was you. You looked around to hear Bucky mumbling. “I gotta go to the head.”
You got up and Steve took your hand to lead you to Vis’ room. You were thinking the entire 10 seconds it took to get there. Once in the room, you stood and stared at the bed and then turned back toward the door, only to have Steve in your way.
You looked up into those eyes and trailed down his face to those lips. He had nice lips.
“Do I?”
The lips started to smile.
You were startled at his voice and the realization that you must have said that out loud.
“Look, we don’t have to do anything. But...” Steve looked down at the floor and then up at you. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.”
The way he looked at you gave you no room to refuse.
“O- okay,” you whispered, not knowing what the fuck you were doing.
Steve stepped closer to you and put his hands around your waist, and you put your arms up around his shoulders. He was so much taller than you that it was awkward. He chuckled.
“Let’s sit on the bed so we’re more comfortable.”
You knew it was a line, but your wits were scattered and you let him shuffle you back until your knees met the mattress and you sat, Steve descending next to you and bringing you down with him to lay on your side. He stroked your side and brought his hand up to your cheek.
“You’re so pretty.”
And then those lips came for yours. Your heart was beating fast as you kissed him and let him kiss you. You indulged in the opportunity to feel his muscles, his arms, his chest, his abs. It was nice. But Steve was a gentleman, only stroking your waist and side with his thumb as he gave you sweet, sweet kisses.
“I could do this all day.”
There was a pounding on the door before you knew it and your friends were calling for time up.
You smiled at Steve and blushed and he smiled back and reached for your hand to lead you back out. You two came out, hand in hand, but your head was on a swivel for Bucky. He still wasn’t in the room.
You were worried because you thought that he went home when you went into the bedroom with Steve. You sat on the couch next to Steve with his arm around your shoulders, twisting your fingers in your lap.
“Hey Bucky! What’s in your cup?”
You snapped your head up as Bruce called out to him.
“Water.”
It was a flat monotone and Bucky’s eyes flashed as he answered Bruce’s question while looking at you. He thrust the red cup in your direction.
For some reason, you were a little scared, but you took the cup and drank, the cool water clearing your head.
Steve had withdrawn his arm and it was like he wasn’t even there. Bucky leaned down toward you.
“Let’s leave early.”
His blue eyes were dark and intense, and your heart. It was staccato. You were unreasonably happy.
“Sure, let’s go.”
And you went out into the cool New York night, walking with Bucky, you didn’t care where. When he led you to Juniors, your heart flipped. Bucky grinned at you.
“I know how much you like cheesecake. And I need some coffee.”
You had a great time with Bucky, talking and laughing and learning more about him.
By the time 2 am rolled around, you were walking back to your apartment, arm in arm with Bucky.
“This was really nice, but… why did we have to leave?”
Bucky looked off down the street and then back to you.
“I know I didn’t ask you formally, but I’ve wanted to take you on a date for a while. I’ve developed a little… a crush on you…”
You felt lighter than air. You grinned.
Bucky just looked at you and shook his head. You always made him feel giddy. It was time to let you know.
“And then tonight, as I was watching you and Steve make out…”
‘Wait. What?” You were astounded.
“I wanted to know….”
“James, that was not okay.”
You shook your head and opened your door, typing in the combination forcefully. Bucky followed you up the stairs. You turned back to him.
“You wanted to spy on me to make sure I didn’t go too far with your friend. To see if I was into him?”
Bucky looked down at the floor.
“No. I wanted to see how I would react.”
His eyes were so forlorn. You couldn't help but be soft. But you pretended to be hard. You crossed your arms.
“And how did you feel? Jealous?”
Bucky advanced toward you, deliciously invading your space.
“No. I thought I could do so much better.”
You dropped your arms.
“Buck…”
He leaned down and kissed you and it was like sparks and fireworks and intense fire all at once. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and he backed you up into the living room wall. The friction in your jeans was not enough as you ground your core into him.
You tried to drag yourself away from his mouth to breathe and only succeeded in short gasps of air as you were magnetically drawn back to his lips.
You grabbed his hair and pulled, causing him to groan as his hands supported your ass and gripped you, making you hot and wet.
When you finally did come up for air, you exclaimed, “Holy shit!” as Bucky kissed and bit his way down your neck, making sure to mark you up, claiming his territory.
“Want you to be mine, Sugar. All mine. Only mine.”
He reached your cleavage and kissed the tops of your breasts before he stopped, and released you, letting you slide down his body.
You stood there, staring up at him, and him staring down at you as he backed up, running his hand through his hair and giving you some space.
“And I wanted to tell you sober. So that you would know…”
He stopped and looked at you. You could see the emotion.
You smiled at him.
“I know.”
You reached out your hand and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom.
Bucky smiled and followed you, but stopped you two with his hand on the door frame.
“I am 9.9, right?”
His grin was lopsided and adorable. You laughed.
“Let me see it up close to be sure.”
Bucky gasped in mock horror as you pulled him in to your room and shut the door.
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Unrequited
Pairing: College AU!Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you realise that you are in love with your best friend, only for him to confess that he loves someone else
Words: 2,830
Warnings: angst, sad reader, late love realisations, fluff at end
@buckybingo : finding each other once again
@star-spangled-bingo : unrequited love
@anyfandomangstbingo : Walking Away
@anyfandomgoesbingo : They're mad at me, i did something stupid
@drysdale-barnes 600 FWC: When he loves me I feel like I'm floating
@saiyanprincessswanie 2.5K FWC: Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook)
A/N: inspired from a drabble I wrote for @justagirlinafandomworld flash fic challenge! Huge thanks to @princessmisery666 for betaing this in such a short time! Inspired by the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. And to @msmarvelouswinchester for being excited about this when I told her the idea lol Dividers by firefly-graphics
Hope you like reading this Xx
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You loved him.
Gosh, you were so stupid for not realizing it earlier.
You shook your head as you smiled to yourself. You had always considered Bucky to be slightly more than a best friend, but you had never known that this was what was called love.
Someone patted your shoulder from behind and you almost gave yourself a whiplash with how fast you turned, deflating when you realized it was Dot, and not, um - you know, Bucky.
"Woah, hope your neck is okay." She teased, but there was an edge of concern.
You hummed, "I'm fine, what's up?"
"Bucky told me to tell you that he wants to talk to you about something. He'll be at your dorm."
You thanked Dot and picked up your bag before making your way home.
For some reason, you couldn't control the smile on your face.
Okay, no.
You knew the reason why you couldn't stop smiling. You had a feeling that something good was going to happen. The guy wanted to talk to you at the exact time you realized your feelings for him, that meant something, right?
Maybe he felt the same too...
And with that thought, you walked back to your dorm with a skip in your step.
Bucky was right there, sitting on your bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shyly looked anywhere but you, his cheeks pink. You opened your mouth to greet him but he spoke first.
"I love you."
You couldn't believe that Bucky was actually saying the three words right as you entered your room. He had probably been practising while he waited for you and maybe just blurted it out. You didn't know what to say - what to think. You were in awe as you stared at him in surprise.
Bucky let out a breathy laugh as he brushed his hands through his hair before finally meeting your eyes. "What do you think she'll say if I tell her that?"
And just like that, eleven words was all it took to bring your whole world crashing down.
Your smile dropped and you couldn't help but ask, "What?"
"Dot - I wanna tell her that I love her." Bucky said as he licked his lips, blushing. "Fuck, I have been saying 'I Love You' to myself for ages, practising, before you even came in."
Tears blurred your eyes but you willed them away, finally understanding what was happening.
"I know that you're shocked, you didn't even yell at me for cursing. Hell, I'm shocked. Who knew a girl like Dot could lock this playboy down." Bucky stood up, hugging you tightly.
It was true, Bucky was known as a love 'em, leave 'em kinda guy throughout college, and you, his best friend from day one of college, was probably the only girl he had talked to for more than a week… well, maybe except Dot.
You returned his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck like always. But this time, something had changed.
Maybe everything had changed.
Bucky pulled away, his own eyes a bit red-rimmed even though you had never seen him smile so brightly.
You couldn't take it anymore, so you turned around on your heels, placed your bag on your desk and started taking out stuff as a distraction.
"You think I should tell her?" He asked in a small voice. You had never thought that Bucky could ever be this shy even a second from all of your time with him.
You nodded, not trusting your voice as you discreetly wiped your tears. You felt him hug you one last time from behind before he muttered, "Wish me luck." and rushed out of your dorm, the door slamming in his wake.
And thus, you were left alone with your thoughts in the quiet that followed.
It would be a lie if you said you didn't cry at all. You had just been through your first heartbreak.
You woke up the next day, sighing when your gaze fell on the mascara stained pillows.
Will it be just as hard to remove the stains as it will be to remove Bucky from your heart?
Was your love even real if he never felt what you did?
Taking a deep breath, you made a call to the only person who you knew would have the answers, trying to rub the tears off your cheeks even though you couldn't stop crying when she picked up.
"Mama, can you die from a broken heart?"
It wasn't hard to distance yourself from him when final exams of your last term were just a week away. You could give him simple excuses like; "I have to study," and he didn't have any other choice but to believe you.
"After exams," Bucky said one morning when you crossed paths on the campus. You tried to walk away, but he had clasped your hand, "You and I are going to spend a whole day together. I miss my best friend."
"Of course," you replied without missing a beat. But you had already planned to leave an hour after your last paper was handed in. Now, the thought of escaping was the only thing that made you happy.
"I'll be waiting for you." Bucky smiled, showing his pearly whites, but then frowned when he saw that your smile didn't reach your eyes. "Did something happen, Y/N?"
"Something did happen, but don't worry about it, you won't understand." You squeezed his hand twice, knowing that it was probably the last time you were going to talk to him, maybe forever.
You would've hugged him, but he knew you well enough to understand it as a confirmation that something was definitely wrong.
So, that was the last time you ever met James Bucky Barnes, memorizing him as a goofy guy with a cheeky smile and blue eyes that shined with life, his white shirt stained with ink and half tucked in.
Well, that was to be expected since you kept your heart tightly bound in so that no one could break it again.
With distance, they say, the heart grows fonder, but yours just kept on getting even more numb.
Everyone around you tried to make you talk it out, but you just shoved your feelings aside and began working harder for your career.
"Bye, Y/N!" Wanda and Natasha yelled as you waved at them for the final time before you boarded your flight to Brooklyn.
You smiled and thanked the flight attendant who directed you to your seat, mentally thanking Natasha for booking you a window one. You settled down, hoping to get some rest on your long haul flight after the hectic week you had.
A lady who seemed to be in her sixties took the middle seat while a man in a blue suit and sunglasses occupied the aisle one.
The moment the man sat down, you could tell that the old lady was on edge. She bounced her foot irately before pushing the 'call' button thrice incessantly.
A young flight attendant immediately rushed to your row, "Hi! What can I help you with?"
The old lady, however, was in no mood of being polite.
"I had booked the aisle seat," She grumbled. "Here's my ticket!"
The flight attendant checked it over, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it looks like you may have accidentally booked the middle seat."
"That's not possible. I always sit on the aisle seat. You move me right now!" You felt pity for the flight attendant, who obviously wasn't used to such passengers yet.
"If it's fine, she can change seats with me," The man on the aisle seat said.
The flight attendant gratefully nodded, "it's fine sir, but you don't have to-"
"It's fine." The man and the old lady quickly changed seats so that the former was sitting next to you instead.
Now that he was closer, you spared a few seconds to look him over as he typed something in his phone. His jaw was sharp and covered with a small beard that looked professionally trimmed, and his hair dark which complimented his fair skin beautifully.
Not wanting to get caught, you quickly looked away.
The other passengers were still boarding when another flight attendant approached with a clipboard. "Miss Y/L/N." she said politely. “The meal you pre-booked isn’t available, here’s a menu so you can choose something else. I hope that’s okay.”
“Not a problem,” you said, taking the offered menu. She said she would come back shortly and wandered off down the plane.
The man next to you, however, started glancing at you every few minutes or so and you noticed through your peripheral vision.
After all the meals were served and the stranger had glanced at you for the sixth time, you were annoyed. "What's up?"
He was startled, as if he hadn't thought he would get caught. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Didn't wanna make you uncomfortable." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Are you related to Y/N Y/L/N?"
You had worked really hard for where you were career-wise. You were the editor-in-chief of a popular newspaper, so it wasn't uncommon that your name would be recognized here and there.
But you also didn't have the energy for any such interaction right now.
Playing it safe, you said, "Oh, yes. I'm a distant cousin. Do you know her?"
The man visibly deflated before smiling sadly. "Yeah. We used to be best friends."
Your eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Is that so? What is your name if you don't mind me asking?"
"Bucky Barnes."
There weren't many times that life gave you curveballs. You were proud that you felt ready to face any challenge thrown your way, but this, you never thought would happen.
"Bu… Bucky?"
"Yeah. Has she ever talked about me?" There was that hint of a smile that made your heart stop, and then it began beating erratically when he removed his sunglasses to reveal those baby blues.
"It's me, Bucky. I'm Y/N." You breathed out.
Funnily enough, his reaction was more dramatic than yours. He had brought up a spoonful of mashed potatoes up to his mouth which clattered back onto the plate.
For a moment, you could tell Bucky was at a loss about what to do - wanting to shout at you and hug you at the same time.
Thankfully, he settled for the latter.
"I missed you so much." He said, awkwardly twisting his huge body in the small space between the two rows in the airplane.
You patted his back, smiling as tears sprang to your eyes.
Gosh, you hated Bucky for still having this much effect on you.
"So, what are you doing nowadays?" You asked, wiping your eyes with a tissue after he let you go.
"Took over my dad's business." He replied, to which you raised your eyebrows.
"I thought you didn't want to do that?"
Bucky shrugged, "Times change, I guess. I'm happy doing it now, though."
You hummed, "That's good. I'm an editor-in-chief at -"
"- New York Times, I know." Bucky cringed as he interrupted your sentence, realizing how creepy it must've come across. "Ma reads it, she's really proud of your achievements. She’s collected some of your articles in this cute little scrapbook."
You blushed. "That's really sweet, please thank her for me. Is she well?"
Bucky laughed, "Oh, she's really well. Bex just gave her a granddaughter, I'm on my way home to meet her."
Bex was Bucky's younger sister, who you had really bonded with throughout the four years of college. You felt like you were going to burst with happiness, "Oh my god, are you serious? That's amazing! Do you have pictures?"
He regretfully shook his head, "I would but I accidentally rebooted my phone and all the pictures Bex sent are gone." He bit his lower lip, as if hesitating before he said, "Well, I don't wanna cross any boundaries, but if you're okay with it, you can come over for dinner sometime this week if you're in Brooklyn."
Uh. What were you supposed to say?
It wasn't like you didn't wanna go, you missed Bucky's mom and Bex a lot.
But, on the other hand, Bucky was obviously going to be there, and since you didn't know anything about him now, you weren't sure if you were mentally equipped to deal with anything as well as how awkward it was going to be.
"I'll have to check with my secretary. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you?" Okay, that was safe, right? You passed your phone to him to put his number in. This way, you didn't have to worry about making anyone upset in case you couldn't go.
Well, more upset than they already must've been with you.
"Hey, Buck?" You asked, almost muttering, "I hope your mom isn't mad at me for, uh, ghosting her..."
Bucky snorted as he passed you your phone back. "Mad at you? Never. She was actually mad at me when we couldn't find you after graduation, convinced that I did something stupid. Managed to make me think so too when you ignored my calls."
"Woah." You didn't know what else to say.
"For what it's worth now, I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I promise I never had any intention of hurting you."
Nothing would ever break your heart more than hearing the crack in Bucky's voice. How could you tell him it was never his fault, it was all you.
The only thing you did was wrap your hands around his arm closest to you, and his other hand instinctively came up to grab yours, only this time, his fingers were dead cold, metallic.
You looked down, taking his hands to inspect them. You gasped as you realised that his left hand wasn't organic.
"What happened, Bucky?"
He shook his head before smiling sadly. "Just a small mishap I had in our factory a few years ago. I'm okay, got used to it now, see!" He moved his fingers in a random pattern, a small whirring sound coming from within, while doing nothing to make you feel less guilty about not being there when he needed you the most.
Bucky could probably tell that too, so he was quick to change the subject. "So, is there anyone special in your life? I remember you saying something about wanting a guy who was like 'when he loves me, I want to feel like I'm floating'." He teased using something you had told him during one very late-night conversation. You were surprised he still remembered it.
"Shut up," You said, pushing him playfully. "But to answer your question, no there's no one special. I fell in love with someone a long time ago and I'm not sure if I can love anyone else." Bucky went silent for a couple of seconds, so you inquired, "What about you? You still with Dot?"
It successfully broke him out of his reverie as he snorted. "Nah, unfortunately something happened and I was too late to realize what I felt for another girl was much stronger than what I felt for Dot, but it was too late then."
"Never knew we were so similar." You humorlessly laughed before looking out of the window, not being able to meet his eyes.
"Yeah." Bucky sighed. "Wish I'd told her at the very least."
"Bucky," You shakily breathed out. His words were resonating in your mind as you gathered courage. What was the worst that could happen? He could just say no or humiliate you.
But even the last possibility was better than this little thing eating away at you forever.
"Yeah?"
"It was you, I loved you back in college and I still do."
Even the old lady on the aisle seat was looking at you in surprise. You, however, felt like a big burden was taken off your shoulders, breathing heavily.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped and you prepared yourself for whatever was going to come.
"Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I could never build up the courage to tell you." The words poured out of Bucky's mouth like they had been waiting there for far too long.
"We're idiots." You said, clasping his cheeks as you both leaned in. "Why didn't you move on?"
"I did try, but no one else was you." He replied, his right hand coming up to caress your jaw as you stared in his blue eyes, drowning in them. "Why didn't you?"
"Because I couldn't find you.," You whispered, only a centimeter between your lips.
"Just kiss!" Came a yell from the other side of Bucky, who turned out to be the old lady.
"Young love, huh?" She said disgustedly, making you laugh.
Bucky smiled, wetting his lips before they finally met yours.
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