#plant!dad bucky au
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Love in Bloom
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad!Bucky)
Word Count: 2,863
Summary: You and Bucky have the best coffee date then meet up at the Farmer's Market. Every minute you spend with him makes you fall harder.
Author's Note: More plant!dad!bucky for you! I'm so excited that you all liked meeting him so much! I'm having a lot of fun with him! You can read the first story HERE! And please check out @nalonzooo art to see how amazing it is! 😍Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
PS If you'd like to see the shirt Bucky is wearing you can HERE and the two plant pots, ONE and TWO. 🥰💕
Warnings: plant talk, Alpine fluffs, sweet and soft fluffs all around :)
You and Bucky have been texting every day since you met at the garden center, silly plant memes and pictures of Alpine filling up the lines between sweet words and soft flirting.
You couldn’t wait to see him for coffee today.
The bell above the door dings as you enter and your eyes search for him. He’s standing at the counter, a large black backpack slung over his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He’s not wearing his hat today and his long hair is pulled back into a low bun with several strands sticking out.
When he spots you he smiles wide and waves you over.
“Hiya doll,” he says when you get close. “You look beautiful.”
You preen under his sweet words and kiss his cheek hello. “Hi Bucky.”
At the sound of your voice, Bucky’s backpack starts to move and Alpine’s white furry head peeks out between the open zipper.
“ALPINE!” you squeal, rubbing his head.
“He would have been very upset if I showed up without him,” Bucky laughs. “You can take him out if ya want.”
You reach down and gather up the cat, carefully lifting him out until he’s in your arms. You coo and gush over him while Bucky waits for your coffees.
The barista sets them down with a smile.
“Oh…shit,” Bucky mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from you when the coffee arrives. “Uh…I almost forgot,” he continues, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”
You take them with your free hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.
“They’re so beautiful Bucky! Thank you!”
He grabs your coffees and starts toward a small empty table in the back. “You’re welcome doll. I got them at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square this morning.”
“You picked them out?” you ask, softly fingering the petals of the different blooms.
“Yeah,” he answers, looking both proud and slightly shy at the same time. “I like makin’ bouquets but I don’t really get the chance much.”
Bucky puts the coffees down and pulls your chair out for you.
“Well, it’s perfect,” you tell him as you sit, setting the flowers down on the extra seat. “Thank you!”
Alpine promptly curls up in your lap, his tail swishing contentedly back and forth as you pet him.
Bucky sits next to you and unhooks the front strap of his backpack before slinging it off.
You stare at his chest.
“Oh my god,” you giggle.
“What?” he asks. “Did I drop some of my breakfast on my shirt?”
His worried eyes shoot down and he pulls his shirt away from his body, studying it closely.
“That shirt is so cute!”
He sighs in relief and lifts his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”
You press your hand to the soft fabric to smooth it out, poking the spot where the cat sits on the shelf in between all the plants. The feel of his hard chest beneath your fingertips has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and it takes all of your willpower to drag your hand away.
“I love it,” you whisper. “It feels soft too.”
“It’s really comfortable,” he agrees. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t even realize I put it on. Sometimes I wonder if all the plant and cat stuff is a bit much…”
“No way,” you interject. “What’s not to love about plants and cats?”
You sip your coffee and eye him over the rim of the cup.
“You get it,” he says, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Mmm,” you hum, “this is so good. I can’t believe I’ve never been here!”
“This place is great,” he agrees, “and they allow cats!”
After some yummy sips and comfortable silence he asks, “so how’s Spidey? Still alive I hope?”
“Thankfully still alive,” you giggle. “But I still don’t know the best spot to keep him and how often to water him and if I should repot him? If I kill another plant I’m not sure my confidence will recover…”
You laugh but the look on your face must say it all.
“You’re not going to kill him doll!” he assures you before launching into a barrage of questions and information.
You’re long done with your coffee and scones by the time you both feel satisfied that you have enough starter plant knowledge to keep Spidey thriving.
“When he gets too big for his pot I can’t wait to pick a new one out! They have so many cute ones on Etsy!”
Bucky drops his head with a playful scoff. “Don’t even get me started on Etsy. I have two new pots on the way right now.”
“Lemme see!” you squeak, smacking him in the arm in excitement.
He feigns pain and rubs the spot. “Ouch.”
“Oh please,” you tease. “You’re like solid muscle. There is no way that hurt.”
You squeeze his bicep and he instinctively flexes.
“Well now you’re just showing off,” you tell him, “and if you don’t stop I’m going to feel you up in the coffee shop.”
He goes still, his eyes laser focused on you before they drop to your lips when your tongue darts out to wet them.
“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I would never…”
“Doll,” he says, stopping you. “It’s fine. More than fine actually. I have zero problem with you touching me.”
“Oh.”
His eyes wander over your face before he leans in a little closer.
“That’s good,” you whisper, getting a good whiff of him, clean and spicy.
“Here are your blueberry muffins to go!” the barista says as she sets down the boxes.
You and Bucky move apart quickly, clearly startled out of the heat of the moment.
“Thanks,” you say, giving the barista a small smile.
When you take out your wallet he stops you with a warm hand over yours. “I got it doll.”
“But you already got the coffee and scones,” you explain.
“And I’ve got the muffins too,” he says.
“Thank you.”
He leans in and gives you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary and your skin tingles.
“Thank you,” he whispers before pulling out his phone.
He scrolls around for a few seconds before turning his screen around so you can see it. There’s a picture of a white pot with a cat shaped face, the cat’s expression sweet and serene.
“So I got that one anddddd this one,” he says, scrolling again to a picture of another white cat planter, except this time it has four little legs.
“I love them,” you say. “They’re perfect and almost as cute as Alpine!”
Once you’re outside in the sunshine and back to some form of reality you reluctantly hand over Alpine.
“Guess I have to give him back huh?” you joke.
“Well,” Bucky begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re going to be at the Farmer’s Market again tomorrow morning. If you’re around you could join us?”
“I do need to stock up on fruits and vegetables,” you muse. “I’ll be there, just text me a time later.”
Thankfully Sunday morning comes quickly and you’re out the door in record time, strolling down West 17th street in the sunshine.
When you don’t see Buck you start to amble around the stalls, picking through various fruits and admiring the jarred jams.
“That one is really good.”
The deep and familiar voice makes you smile before you even turn around and when you do you see Bucky standing there with his backpack against his chest and Alpine’s head sticking out.
“Hey you two!”
He quickly but carefully swings the bag to his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you toward his chest for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
His hair is down today, brushing his shoulder and you have a strong urge to take one of the strands hanging in his face and twirl it around your finger.
Instead, you reach up and tuck it behind his ear, your eyes studying his face while you lean into him.
“I also have that in fig and raspberry flavor.”
“I think she’s talking to you,” Bucky says with a smirk.
“Huh?” you mumble, still staring at him.
He delicately takes your chin between his fingers and turns your head toward the stall.
“OH!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry…I was just saying hello and um…right. Did you say fig and raspberry?”
The vendor nods with a knowing smile.
“That’s great. I love figs. I’ll take one!”
You slip from Bucky’s arms and finish the transaction, taking your nicely packaged jam and walking toward the next stall, still feeling a bit awkward.
When you stop at the sunflower stall Bucky says, “I’ve always wanted to grow these but I don’t really have anywhere to do it.”
“They get really tall right?”
“Yeah, taller than me,” he says with a laugh. “I have to do more research.”
“They’re beautiful! Have you ever been to a farm to see them. It’s amazing!”
“I haven’t yet but I’d really like to do that,” he admits.
“We can go together…if you want?”
“How about you let me take you on a proper date first then we’ll go out to the farm and pick sunflowers.”
“I love that plan.”
Even though you’re still standing beside the stall and there are people walking by and around you, it seems as if it all fades away as Bucky steps closer and his fingertips graze your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
He whispers your name, his eyes falling to your lips just before Alpine’s paw shoots between your faces and bats away a loose piece of Bucky’s hair.
“Alpine!” Bucky chides. “Watch it buddy!”
You cover your mouth but can’t stop your eruption of giggles as you watch Alpine continue to try and bat Bucky in the face.
“Told you he was a menace!” Bucky says with a pointed look at Alpine who simply meows with a blink.
“Aw but who could be mad at that face?” you coo, scratching under Alpine’s chin.
“ME!” Bucky practically pouts. “I’m mad!”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and after a moment of silence you both start laughing again.
“Come on,” Bucky says as he slings his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s buy some food!”
By the time you’re done perusing and purchasing it’s almost lunch time.
“I’m starving,” Bucky says as he rubs his stomach.
Your eyes fall to the action just as his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of his taut skin lined with a dark trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.
With a hard swallow you avert your eyes and mumble, “me too!”
“Wanna get some lunch doll?”
“What was that?” you ask, lifting your eyes to find him watching you intently.
“Do you want to grab a bite? It’s lunch time.”
“Shit, already! I’m supposed to meet my best friend for lunch at one!”
“It’s only a little after twelve, don’t worry,” he assures you with a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’d invite you to come along but it’s our girl time,” you explain, looking disappointed yourself.
“Nope, I get it doll. That’s important time but let me at least walk you back to your place.”
“I’d like that.”
He adjusts Alpine and his backpack then takes your bag from you, switching hands so his free one is swinging next to yours.
Every so often your fingers brush as you walk and finally he hooks his pinky through yours, gauging your reaction. When you smile and tighten your grip he entwines all his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.
You walk back to your apartment hand in hand.
“I can’t believe I didn’t buy any flowers or plants today,” Bucky states, looking surprised as he holds the door of your building open for you.
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t!”
“It’s your fault,” he teases. “You’re a distraction.”
You press your teeth into your bottom lip and shrug demurely before turning and heading up the steps.
“Thankfully I’m only on the second floor…this is me.”
You point to the door on the left and start to fish for your keys. Once you have the door open you tell him to come in so you can take your bag and show him Spidey.
He approves of your placement and also Spidey’s overall health and you clap your hands together happily.
Your phone dings and you grab it, quickly reading a text from Nat.
“Thank goodness she finally picked a place to eat,” you laugh.
“Me and Alpine will have to pick some pizza up on the way home,” he says with a wink.
You stand only a few inches apart, staring at each other.
“Well, I guess…” you start.
“Thanks for meeting…” he begins at the same time.
You both drop your heads and laugh.
“I had the best time Bucky. I wish we could have had lunch too…”
“Nah don’t worry, it’s ok doll. I mean I do too. I would have loved to spend the rest of the day with you but you have plans. I understand.”
He turns and starts toward the door.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Alpine. He’ll bitch the whole way home if you don’t.”
As if on cue Alpine’s two white ears perk up and he pops his head out of Bucky’s open backpack.
“Bye handsome,” you croon. “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”
“He’s not coming on our dinner date next week,” Bucky chimes in. “I don’t want him stepping on my toes again.”
“Awwww,” you say with feigned sadness. “I’ll miss him!”
When Bucky’s standing in your doorway he turns to face you again and licks his lips.
“Text me when you get home?” he asks, his tone unsure.
“I will,” you say with a soft smile.
“Have fun doll!”
You both stand there staring at each other again and you finally take a step closer, your eyes focused on his before they drop to his lips.
“Bye Bucky.”
You practically invite him to kiss you, pressing yourself against him as you lean up. You lay your palms on his chest and feel his muscles flex beneath you. He dips his head, his lips brushing your cheek before he gives you a quick peck in the same spot and turns on his heel.
You try to hide your disappointment with a smile but the corners of his mouth turn down as he backs up.
“See you soon,” he says quietly.
“See you soon,” you reply as you start to shut the door.
With a wave you shut it softly and let out an exhale as you deflate.
You’re not even two steps away when you hear a knock. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you twirl around and swing the door open, staring at Bucky on the other side.
“That’s not at all how I wanted to say goodbye,” he murmurs before he steps back inside your apartment, shuts the door and spins you against it.
You realize there’s nowhere to go as you find yourself pressed to the door; Bucky’s hard body lined up with yours.
The first thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it wraps around your arm and his other clasping the nape of your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.
You make a throaty sound you can’t control and cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands holding you to him, it’s all overwhelming in the best way. His hand at your neck tightens every so slightly and he groans, the sound skimming across your skin like electricity.
He deepens the kiss, demanding more and it’s enough to steal your breath. Your hands dive into his hair and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as his hand on your arm slips behind you and traces the curve of your spine.
With a muttered curse he breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His blue eyes are dark, his long lashes lowered as he traces his tongue over his swollen lips.
“Bucky?” you whisper.
He closes his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.
“I’m sorry if that was…”
“It was perfect,” you whisper.
His eyes open and he lifts his head, reluctantly putting some space between you.
“Perfect,” he repeats.
He still looks like he wants to kiss you again and again as his eyes wash over you and his expression looks pained.
Your phone dings again.
“Nat,” you state, not taking your eyes off him.
He wavers, leaning toward you before he mutters, “fuck,” and runs a hand through his hair. “Right. Lunch.”
“I’ll talk to you later doll,” he says.
“Ok,” you manage, willing your body to keep holding you upright.
He gives you a slow and sexy smile before turning and walking down the steps.
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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ➛ Guys My Age AU: Masterlist
Paring: divorced!neighbor!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: soft father figure Bucky, age gap (reader’s in uni and Bucky’s in his 40s), hurt/comfort, heavy topics (indications of an abusive parent), smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (male receiving), lots of praise, dirty talk, and teasing. Bold italicized text is from the reader’s journal or past!!
Synopsis: You can't seem to keep your plans straight or your hands off of each other.
Word Count: 3.5k words
Authors Note: I have finally decided to update this fic, and I am so sorry it took so long. This part was supposed to be double the length, but I split it in half to post something now until I am happy with the second part. Enjoy!!
𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐒. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
You’ve been awake for hours.
The bright rays of sunlight sneak through the narrow opening of the cream curtains that lightly sway in the summer breeze. The ashamed feeling of disgust still sunken deep into your heavy chest. Brain fuzzy, limbs weak, stomach cramping, nausea taking over your body as you groan.
You tiredly stretch; the feeling of your cotton sheets is the only comfort you’ve gotten since Bucky held you in his safe arms. The sunken bags under your eyes become more apparent every day you go without him.
Falling back into your drowsy state, chilling goosebumps creep down your spine. Yet, no matter the temperature, all you can feel is the isolation and the guilt you somehow manage to carry, blaming yourself for the actions others make.
A sudden buzz from your phone instantly snaps you out of your hopeless mood. Too lethargic to check your messages, you ignore the notifications. A second buzz vibrates against your wooden bedside table. Tiredly you lift your hand out from under the covers. You squint your eyes as the bright screen inflicts your tired vision.
Dad - 9:27 am
About to leave for my business trip
Dad - 9:29 am
Your keys are in the kitchen
His texts give a clear indication of what will be happening.
What always happens.
You can’t deny the sick feeling that stirs your stomach from normalizing his apathetic customs. Dropping your phone onto your burdensome chest, you have zero reaction to the thump of the heavy glass screen on your exposed skin.
You huff out, grief crawling under your skin. As you pull your covers over your face, you hear yet another buzz, your phone buzzing on your skin. "Shut up," you irately mumble into your soft duvet.
Carelessly, you sit up, sick of seeing your father's name. You quickly glance at the message, not bothering to see what it says, immediately throwing your phone back onto the sheets.
Freezing your movements, you furrow your brows in confusion.
You sit fully up for the first time this morning. Leaning against your headboard, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to collect yourself from the lingering worries built up through your restless night. Nervous excitement washes the sullen expressions off your face.
Your heart beats at a pathetically fast rate from simply seeing a notification.
Butterflies swarm your stomach, filling your throat with apprehensive nausea. Oh my god, just look at the fucking message. You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the candle that lingers around your room; building up the courage, you open Bucky’s text.
Bucky - 9:31 am
Good morning, sweetheart! I hope you got a good night's sleep and got some rest. If you want to come over, I’ll be at my house. I just need to finish a little work but come whenever you want. There is a key behind the plant pot :)
Overwhelmed, you feel a sense of consolation as you read Bucky’s text repeatedly. You drag your hands down your face, shaking off your last bit of exhaustion.
It’s a little pathetically how a straightforward text Bucky probably wrote without thinking could bring you this much joy.
Stretching your sore muscles, you take your time to get out of bed – following the bright shine through the curtains, you pull them open to the sound of your father’s car dragging against the gravel. You turn your back to the window, take a deep breath, and push away your negative thoughts.
You spend the next thirty minutes getting ready, taking your time to feel the hot water run down your back. You gently rub the sweet vanilla scent across your skin, wincing as your fingers skim over your bruises and sore muscles.
Overcome by the debilitating urge to rush next door, you hastily gather your journal and headphones, knowing Bucky will be busy for a bit – you don’t care how long it takes him.
You slip into a pair of shorts, the distressed denim skimming your legs, and the cotton of your old band-tee loosely hangs from your shoulders.
The warm breeze hits your skin as your shadow follows your restless steps until you reach the familiar sight of Bucky’s front door.
You follow his expected thoughtful notes, involuntarily smiling as you pick up the cold key from the shade behind the potted plant, dragging the tip of your finger against the sharp ridges of the metal and taking a breath before gathering your overly excited body.
Carefully opening the heavy door, you step inside. The perfect type of silence and captivating scent flood your senses. Just being in Bucky’s house felt safe. The calm, sleek modern features hold a refreshing atmosphere that radiates the most precious feeling.
As you step out of your untied Converse, the silence breaks. A faint purr draws you to the couch, and your giddiness heightens.
“Hello, pretty,” you coo, sitting beside the snow-white feline. “Don’t you look comfy?” Then, with one hand tenderly stroking Alpine, you pull your pen and journal out of your canvas bag.
Curled beside you, Alpine’s eyes flutter shut. “You have the most beautiful eyes, just like your dad.” She purrs in response closing the slight gap. “The most beautiful blue eyes.”
Your soft smile melts into a somber gulp as you take out your journal–leafing through your messy notebook and skimming over your prior writing. Lump forming in your throat, you hinder your light flipping of the pages and blankly stare at your words from the previous nights.
The rivets of dried tear stains scatter your notes like the cuts and bruises fading from your skin.
The painful pages of burden. Every word, hit, insult, ingrained in your memory, the agonizing pluses, the claustrophobic beating of your heart, the fearful tremors, the salty tears slipping through the passage of your lips, manipulated to insanity, exhausted and delirious.
Bottled-up emotions flooded onto the pages of your journal – forever stuck in the cycle of shock, fear, denial, anger, and hopelessness. The stiffly chained pattern has never broken before.
You never expected to feel any sort of safety.
Shame is always significant, always present, lingering in your mind, but the way Bucky cradles you in his strong arms brings you the comfort and acceptance you never expected, ever. The mounds of self-doubt that control your life slowly dissipate with every second you spend with him. The feeling he gives you is so foreign, and there are not enough words to describe it. The way he holds you in his arms. He’s nurturing. He feels like home.
The desperate longing for someone – that someone, perfect with all of their flaws and broken pieces. That person who will mend your fragile, fragmented mind, body, and soul. You never thought you would find the person, but with Bucky, it is finally starting to feel real.
You’ve never felt joy reading through your journal, repressed memories surfacing, haunting your every moment. Well, not until the night you spent the night at Buckys.
He is perfect – every part of him.
“Sweetheart?” Bucky calls, a deep and gentle voice echoing down the stairs. His eyes land on the precious sight below him, and he gushes.
Longing gaze snapped back into reality, turning around and stuffing your journal in your bag. “Bucky?”
Nimble fingers rubbing through his beard, scratching the nape of his neck, he teases, taking his last steps to the couch. “Bunny?” kneeling, he tenderly pulls you into a hug, stroking Alpine when she lets out a jealous meow.
Walking down the hall, Bucky guides you into his bedroom. Thoughts mirroring yours, he stops you, gripping your chin between his fingers. Limbs intertwining and heavy breaths mingling, his soft lips skimming yours.
“Miss hearing that flustered hitch in your breath,” he whispers against your lips. “Perfect little girl’s all mine.”
You huff, nuzzling your heated cheeks into his buff chest. “Miss everything about you,” your words muffle against the black cloth constricting Bucky’s muscular figure.
Silence has never been more beautiful, cradled in his arms. Tension building with no fear, just desire.
“Got you something,” Bucky smirks.
Letting out a faint whine, you look up at Bucky, urgently wrapping your arms around his neck. Dwindling patience at an all-time low, heart rate climbing, Bucky welcomes your lips. His tongue glides pasts yours, syncing with the motion of your body as you cling to him.
“I got you a swimsuit,” Bucky whispers into the kiss. “Can go swimming this time, not just— God,” he curses under his breath when you playfully suck along his jaw.
“Not just… fuck me?” you pull away, surprising yourself with the way your words blatantly slip out of your mouth.
Bucky laughs, mockingly pulling away and laying a kiss on your forehead. “Someone’s got a dirty mouth today,” he chuckles, cupping your cheek.
With another sheepish grin, you follow Bucky down the hall, patiently swaying in your seat; you wait for him to bring you the swimsuit he found while in his suit.
Confidence in his step, Bucky tenderly smiles, holding out a cherry red one-piece.
Throat abruptly going dry, the customary throb radiates heat through your jean shorts. Hesitation stirs in your stomach–nervous nausea blocking your airway, cutting your breath short.
I’ve never felt uncomfortable around him. He’s never commented on my body, never drawn attention to my bruises and scars, and never made me feel weird for the horrendous way my eyes get puffy and face blotches when I cry. No one has ever made me feel the same as he does or made me feel good about myself. So does he care or only pity me because I’m just that pathetic? I don’t want him to worry about me. I don’t want him to think I just want attention. I don’t want to feel even more ashamed of myself. I just want to keep pretending that life is perfect, like how it is when I’m with him.
“I’m not the best shopper, aren't I?” Bucky sarcastically snickers, lightening the worried expression on your face.
“No, no, it’s just a little red?” you giggle, pushing your stresses aside. “I love it!”
Smiling up at Bucky, he takes your place, sitting on the linen couch. The soft chuckles of banter gone silent, you timidly undressing to rapidly put the swimsuit on. Tense arms hidden behind your back, you fidget with your fingers, eyes following the pattern of the wooden tiles.
Tongue swiping across his velvety yet slightly chapped lips, his large hand grips your discarded clothes. “Bunny?” his tone sweet and delicate, melodically humming with the blowing wind that ruffles the curtains.
Hands molding to your shoulders, he coos, “Take a deep breath for me.” Chaos constantly cluttering your mind, you follow Bucky’s instructions, giving him your vulnerability. “You don’t need to be scared of me. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
All you can do is nod, leaning into his warm embrace.
*ೃ༄
The summer sun beats down on the two of you as you agilely trace patterns down Bucky’s abdomen, centimeters away from gliding over his shorts. You shift lower in the sun lounger, intertwining your thigh around his leg.
The nervous lump thumping in your chest falls, adding to the pulse radiating off your clit and breaking the stop to your restlessness, gradually bucking your clenched hips as your nose brushes the thick trail of hair that travels beneath the waistband of his shorts.
“Feeling needy, bunny?” Bucky smugly chuckles, placing his book down and his colossal palm on your head instead. “No need to act shy; been teasing me, wiggling in those little red bottoms.”
You tuck your head, and your flustered instinct kicks in, nose pressing against Bucky’s bulge; you whimper, realizing your position and rising embarrassment.
“Did so good for me last time. I’m still here to help but fuck.” Bucky tenderly rests his palm on your cheek. “Gonna get me hard just thinking about those soft lips wrapped around my cock, looked so pretty, so innocent sucking on my balls. Most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.”
The temperature of your face increases, but that doesn’t stop your body and your racing thoughts. Vivid images flood your memory of the first time you gave Bucky head, the first time you have ever given a man head.
The one time has left you with a ravenous craving for Bucky, a desperate yearning to please him, the vague taste of him ingrained in your imagination every second that goes by, and it’s intoxicating.
“Can I?”
Looking up, you admire Bucky's defined abs, perfectly sculpted biceps, the bright sunlight glimmering in his crystal blue eyes. A comforting aura emits from his words, breath, and presence; that feeling of safety mixed with passion curates his effect on you, the lust that flows through your veins, leaving you writhing for friction.
You sit up, putting your weight on your heels – pressing against the emerging wet patch on your red bikini. “You know, um….” you mumble, eyes subconsciously drawing to Bucky’s bulge.
He shifts up, spreading his thighs, establishing a space for you to lay. “We have an eager little girl today, now do we?” Bucky chuckles, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead, savoring the feeling of his soft, blush lips on your skin before he pulls away, his gaze piercing through your eyes with a gentle smile. “You’re gonna make me crazy,” he murmurs.
Licking your lips, you tug the supple flesh with your teeth; anticipating his following instructions, you center yourself and lay your clammy palms on your legs, exhibiting your restlessness with a subtle pout.
Intertwining his fingers with yours, he guides your hands to his growing bulge. “Don’t worry, bunny. I'm here.” The trembling of your wrists dies down as Bucky reassuringly moves your shaky touch to a steady pace. “I got you.”
Slipping your fingers past the band of Bucky’s swim trunks, you pull them down his hips, gaze apprehensively shifting from Bucky’s alluring eyes to the expanding path of hair you’re gradually exposing.
“Lemme just,” Bucky grumbles, freeing his strained erection and aching full balls from the polyester. A content sigh washes over him as you finish taking off his bottoms.
Sinful and tainted, you cave in, your mouth watering excessively as you attentively watch Bucky wrap his fingers around his thick base. “Go on and lay down for me.”
You hastily shift into the spot between Bucky’s muscular thighs, timidly placing a hand on his olive skin. “There you go, pretty girl’s so smart,” Bucky croons, his palm smoothing over your temple.
Your fingers barely conceal Bucky’s staggering girth mimicking his form seconds before; you glide your tongue up his shaft coating him with an abundant amount of your drool, all while maintaining hankering eye contact. His distinct, musky taste seeping into your taste buds, the feeling of his jutting veins intoxicating, you let out a content hum. Following your steady path, you kiss Bucky’s bulbous tip; a faint moan vibrates off your puckered lips, drawing a deep grunt from his chest.
“You see how hard you make me? Fucking hell, don’t need my help at all. So good for me—” Bucky groans, guiding your head down, pushing himself past your glistening lips. “That’s my girl.”
You immediately gag, glassy eyes building tears, your body’s natural response seeming hostile, but it’s your favorite feeling.
Both hands tentatively wrapped around him, the tip of Bucky’s cock prods the back of your throat—drool seeping past your lips, cascading over your tense knuckles.
Bucky's words meld into satisfied grunts, his chest heaving to the rhythm he enforces with his hand pressing down on the crown of your head. “Always take me like a champ,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Don’t you, bunny?”
His pulsing tip pummels down your throat, pushing your head down further, and a perfectly sculpted outline of his cock shapes down your neck abundantly. Copious amounts of saliva coat your chin, running down your chest and creating a glistening pool to glaze over the cushion below you.
Encouraging groans flow from Bucky’s lips as he digs his pearly white teeth into his plush red lips. His eyes locked on yours, the plentiful strands of silver that weave through his hair, glimmering in the sunlight.
The thump in your chest drops between your legs. You urgently clamp your thighs together, helplessly clenching your muscles in an attempt to fulfill the ache exuding heat from your neglected clit. You sync your needy movements with the tempo Bucky set with his hand planted on the back of your head. The repetition of your self-inflicted grinds rapidly builds a coil in your stomach.
Bucky frees you from under his grasp, stifles the tempo of his thrusts, and pumps his cock. “There she is,” he groans. “Shit. Making me feel so good.”
Increasing the speed of the rough buckling of your hips, Bucky continues to praise you as your drool-painted lips connect to his full heavy balls. His stare drops from your watery eyes to your hips, needily grinding onto nothing. “You don’t need my help, doing amazing. Love it so much you’re humping the air, aren’t you, poor thing?”
The sound of your gags is replaced by your pleading whimpers, which have become more and more substantial as you borrow your nose further against Bucky’s base, his balls drawing up as you slurp your excessive drool.
“Come here,” Bucky motions, soothingly rubbing your free hand on his thigh. “Help me cum – need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around my fingers. Need to show my girl how proud of her I am.”
Responding with a confused hum, Bucky cups your cheek, gently guiding you up, patting the cushion; he stabilizes your trembling legs, straddling your thighs so you’re hovering over his cock, harder than ever.
He patiently hooks his dexterous fingers around the vibrant fabric, revealing your puffy clit.
He catches your keen gaze, eyes following down to your eager pout and back to your cunt, skimming your mound with his digits. Struggling to form a sentence, you reflexively roll your hips, internally screaming, begging for Bucky to speed up his sly gestures.
His soft chuckles fuel your neediness, but before he can get his words out, you huff, “be patient. I know, I know.” Digging your fingers into his biceps, you giggle, mirroring his smile.
Swimsuit fully pushed to the side, Bucky slides his tip between your folds, teasing your entrance. “Using my words against me,” he rebuts, moving his hands and securely gripping your waist. “You know I’m right. I always make you feel good.”
Playfully rolling your eyes, you whimper under your breath, “Bucky.”
Feeding your restless state, he slowly slips you down onto his length, stretching past your entrance.
As much pleasure as Bucky has brought you in every other position, this foreign fluffiness and a false sense of control is startling yet exciting. Bucky’s steady thrusts, combined with your frantic bounces as you rock your hips, almost instantly bring you to your climax.
“B-Buck–” you mewl, embarrassment and pleasure clouding your senses. “Please, I’m- I’m….” Squinting your eyes shut, you arch your back, tensing your muscles.
Maintaining his authoritative grasp on you, Bucky attaches the pad of his thumb to your clit, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat. “So quick,” he scoffs, breathlessly moaning himself. “Look at me, bunny.”
You collapse onto Bucky’s chest, tired and helplessly chasing the rapid thump in your abdomen. “Feels s-so, feels so good.” Brows furrowed, you open your heavy lids, holding back your release until Bucky reassures your pleas. “Can’t hold it, can’t hold it.”
Desperately squirming on top of Bucky, you press your parted lips to his, panting into his mouth. “Go on, cum for me.”
You let go, moaning as you jolt forward, embracing Bucky’s pace, clinging to his frame, letting him take complete control. “There you go—” Bucky’s words get increasingly gravelly as he feels himself climaxing.
His hot breath cascades down your neck–the heightening, deep, harsh snaps of hips let you know he is close. “B-Bucky, please. Please c-cum in me,” you breathlessly mumble.
“Fuck, bunny.”
Bucky holds you close, soothing you from the bliss. He isn’t thinking about anything else besides you in his arms. He lets you bask in the comfortable silence as the pulse between your legs ebbs away until all that is left painting your sensitive folds is his smooth seed that you begged him to fill you up with.
Keeping your clammy cheek pressed to his beating chest Bucky reaches for one of the pool towels he had brought out to clean up to the best of his abilities.
“Said we were swimming, and you wouldn’t just fuck me,” you murmur, voice still raspy as you pull yourself out of the hazy aftermath.
Bucky chuckles as he lays the towel back down. “Really are using my word’s against me today, aren’t you?”
“Uhmm,” you happily hum back at Bucky, shifting up to press your buzzing lips back onto his.
𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader
summary: coney island. break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?
Sergeant Barnes had taken her advice, something which the other staff who usually came to upkeep the home did not believe. He didn’t take suggestions, at least he hadn’t since he was a child. He was one of those people who’d rather fail on his own accord rather than succeed on someone else’s. He’d just rather be stubborn yet an au pair had had him listening on how to parent his daughter. This had become much more evident when he’d called her somewhere around midday, asking if se could bring Sadie over to the office so he could spend some time with her. She’d never really gone to his office before, she’d never even questioned where it was. Usually a quickly handwritten note stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a just barely understood address. She didn’t know why she had thought he’d have a modest office - nothing about James Buchanan Barnes was modest, and as she stood in front of the glass building that seemed to thrust into the skies forever. In that moment she was afraid she didn’t know who was more in awe of it - her or Sadie who was tightly gripping her hand.
Everything was ... polished, clean, almost crystalline. If she were to be honest, the building from the inside looking like a private high-end hospital or maybe a really white and sleek restaurant. It was intimidating, it matched the owner and it almost seemed out of place for an au pair dressed in Zara clothing and a toddler in beige clothing carrying a very bright Bluey backpack.
- Hi. - she smiled at the receptionist. - I’m Y/N, I’m Sergeant Barnes au pair. He asked me to bring his daughter to his office.
- I’ll let him know.
Y/N looked down at Sadie, slightly shaking her arm to try and calm the little girl down. She didn’t look comfortable, staring at everyone who came in and out with fright. It wasn’t unexpected, she didn’t particularly enjoy strangers and this building was a whole building of strangers.
- Hey, look who it is! - Y/N turned towards the direction of the sound to see Sam.
Sam was one of Bucky’s only trusted people, the other owner of the company and honestly the reason why Y/N knew even the slightest of things about Bucky. He’d usually come by the house to play with Sadie when he could, having named himself as the young girl’s godfather despite Bucky’s objections.
- That’s the coolest Bluey backpack, Sisi. - he gave her a little twirl. - I’m so jealous. You have to lend it to me sometime.
- Y/N got it. - she smiled, proudly taking her backpack off to show it to her godfather. - There is Bluey and Bingo.
- Y/N never gets me presents. - Sam joked. - How are you? I heard from the grapevine that you gave Barnes a good old earful. Is he paying you for babysitting him as well?
- Maybe he values my opinion. - she teased as Sam placed a hand over his heart feigning hurt. - He’ll tell you off if he sees you hanging around instead of doing whatever it is you two do.
- I don’t know, Y/L/N. If babysitting ever goes south, perhaps you oughta join us. Would do well with someone who can get Barnes to change his mind.
- Sergeant Barnes is waiting. - the receptionist returned. - He also said he’ll be expecting a meeting with you soon, Mr. Wilson.
- Tell him he can keep waiting. - he waved the warning off before squatting down to Sadie’s level. - You go and hang out with dad. Tell me all about it later, Sisi.
- Bye, uncle Sam. - she waved with a grin before turning back to Y/N, extending her hand towards her again.
The two of them followed the receptionist through clear halls decorated with elegant art, tall white and grey pottery as well as several plants which looked as fresh as any seen in nature. Soon, two large black doors came in view in a scene that reminded her somewhat of the entry to Jurassic Park. Perhaps because both housed two beings with terrible tempers. Sadie held onto Y/N’s leg as the receptionist left the two to grasp with who was going to open the door.
- Wanna go. - she buried her head in the fabric of Y/N’s trousers. - Please.
- Sadie ... - Y/N leaned down to pick her up. - Daddy really wants to hang out with you.
The little girl buried her face in her neck, mumbling about being scared. She couldn’t really blame her, the building was intimidating and even though her father sat on the other side of that door, all the 2 year old could see was a big door in a frightening building.
- We’re going in together. You can hold on to me, it’ll be ok.
- Promise?
- Promise. - she smiled down at her before her hand reached to open the door.
The office was without personality, much different to how Bucky had decorated his house. The office was just as clean as the rest of the building, decorated like any other office in a decoration magazine. Whilst his house was sophisticated, there were dots of personality everywhere from Sadie’s drawings on the fridge, to Bucky’s postcard collection in frames everywhere you’d looked. She wondered for a second, for a millisecond, if he even spent time here and if he did how much time did he spend. It looked too pristine but Sadie didn’t care, her face lighting up as she saw her dad.
- Look who it is. - she pointed at Bucky as Sadie jumped onto the floor to run over to her dad.
- Daddy, look, Bluey. - she pointed to her backpack. - Y/N gave it to me.
(...)
It was official. Y/N had no clue what to do with her free time. She had done her revision, looked at all her notes, even spent half the afternoon looking through her thesis only to find herself bored. She missed Sadie asking about her thesis, heck, she even missed the sound of the obnoxious children’s cartoons. Therefore, it was not upsetting when she got a message from Bucky, an hour earlier than expected. She walked back into that building with an unshaken confidence, climbing the stairs up to the office.
- FAIR! - Sadie rushed from the office to hug her leg. - Daddy is taking us.
- It’s Coney Island. If you’re not busy. - Bucky added as he came not far behind his daughter, keeping a trained eye on her so she wouldn’t wander far. - Sadie said she wanted you to come.
- What happened to your hair, baby? - she lowered to the 2 year old’s height, finding her hair on a half arranged scrunchie to the right of her head.
- It’s fine. - Bucky said nervously. - You like it, don’t you, Sisi?
- No. - she pouted.
- It’s alright, baby. - Y/N carefully pulled the scrunchie down. - It looks better down anyway.
- Thanks. - Bucky mumbled. - I’m not good with hair ... at least Sadie’s hair.
It was an odd feeling. An odd feeling as he found himself completely at odds with how to look after his child while she just did it so effortlessly. She seemed to know better, better than him and she was a complete outsider. She wasn’t her mother, she wasn’t family yet Sadie followed her like a baby duck, happily telling her what she did. No tantrums, no anything. All she did was extend her little hand towards Y/N and Bucky couldn’t help the little green monster yearning to come out of him. He’d never really questioned what he was sacrificing, he thought it was ok. That’s what father’s did, right? That’s what his father had done and he always seemed to so tuned to his children’s needs. Yet, here he was, not knowing what to do about his own daughter.
He just starred at the spectacle of the fair, the sounds of children and their parents muzzled by his own thoughts. He just wondered, perhaps with some sort of obsession, if this, if who he was, was enough for Sadie. Was he a father or just the man who gave her a home?
- Sergeant Barnes? - her voice broke him from a daze he didn’t realise he’d been stuck in from his office all the way to the fair. - Sergeant Barnes, are you alright?
- Sorry. - he blinked harshly. - I was distracted.
- I gathered that much. - she looked at him from the corner of her eye. - Work?
- In a way. - he shrugged. - You’re good with Sadie.
- It’s part of my job. - she smiled at him. - You should fire me if I’m not good with Sadie.
- Not what I meant. - he continued looking at the aquarium exposition they’d set which was breath taking for little Sadie. - She really likes you. You can do her hair and she asks for you all the time.
- Sergeant Barnes, I ...
- When she’s with me ... - he took a deep breathe, the words getting stuck in the middle of his throat. - When she’s with me she asks for you.
- She asks for you as well. - she tried to comfort him. - She’s 2. I wouldn’t dwell on it.
- You’re like Mary fucking Poppins.
- Or maybe I just give her spoonfuls of sugar. - she joked. - You’re a good dad, Sergeant Barnes. A grumpy one but a good one.
- I thought we were done with Sergeant Barnes.
- Well, I am not done with being called sir. - she looked down at Sadie, pulling her away from the aquarium before she attempted to break the glass. - Why don’t we go on the merry go round?
- Fishies! - she pointed back at the fishes.
- It’s ok, Sisi. We can get you a gold fish after.
How they had ended up here, Bucky wasn’t sure. All he knew is that Y/N was holding Sadie’s against her chest, the little girl having dozed off after going on every single ride and tent she could find, while Bucky had his handfuls with big stuffed teddies, two goldfishes (because of course Sadie wanted a fish to keep the other fish company), and a half eaten cotton candy which Sadie had said she would finish home.
- You sure you don’t need help? - she asked, moving Sadie so she was more comfortably laying against her chest. - I can carry one of the stuffies.
- It’s okay. I may have gone overboard with the stuffies.
- At least you have a few new fans. - she teased, remembering how some of the mums had fawned as Bucky had easily won any and every fair game to win the biggest teddy available. - I’m sure you’ve increased your popularity.
- Did you have fun? - he attempted to change the subject. He knew his effect on women and he did not like to discuss it. Last thing he needed was a relationship to disrupt Sadie’s life. He was no stranger to a one night stand or even to having a few friends with benefits but that’s where it ended. For all Sadie, and even Y/N, were concerned he was a celibate, single man. It was for the best.
- As much fun as you can have when you ride the merry-go-round 10 times.
- C’mon, you need to have fun. What do you want to do?
- It’s okay, Sergeant Barnes. We need to get Sadie home and ...
- Bucky. - he interrupted her. - It’s Bucky and I asked you what you want to do. Trust me, Sadie’s not waking up any time soon. I want you to have fun as well.
- Fine. I want to shoot some cans.
- You want to shoot some cans? - he chuckled. - Alright. We can find something like that.
It wasn’t hard to find something like that. He just found it odd she wanted to do that. Perhaps it was the first thing that came through her mind when he asked her to do something she liked or maybe she had some pent up aggression within her. Whatever it was, Bucky was curious. He didn’t know much about her outside of what needed to be known. He knew she was working on her post graduate qualifications, doing a PhD, but he wasn’t sure on what. She didn’t share much.
- Here, let me hold her. - he shifted the things on his arms, finding space to hold his daughter against his hip. Y/N shrugged, handing him Sadie as if she would’ve easily shot the cans while holding the two year old. - Maybe you should ...
- I got it. - she grabbed the prop weapon, gathering her aim before shooting 5 cans down in a row.
- Do you ... do you shoot often? - he looked at her with a mix of confusion and amazement.
- Not really. - she said, not taking her eyes off the other 5 cans which she easily knocked down before turning to the guy manning the booth. - Can I get the blue dog plush, please?
- You’re a good shot.
- Is that a compliment, Sergeant Barnes?
- I’m a better shot but you’re not bad. - he added. - Come on. We have somewhere else to go.
- Are you gonna show me how much of a better shot you are?
- Don’t need to. Have medals to prove it, Y/N. Besides, I have my daughter here.
- Uh ... I think you’re just scared of losing.
- Is that so?
- Yes.
- Ok. There’s a shooting range about half an hour from my office, I’ll happily show you my skills there.
- Can’t perform without your familiar tools? - she crossed her arms.
- Oh doll. - he smirked. - I can perform with any tool you choose.
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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 2
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Chapter Warning: Premature labour mentioned, mention of miscarriage
Chapter Summary: The reader and Ryan arrive and the fluttering in readers chest is nothing right? RIGHT???
Your ass was well and truly numb, and Ryan had possibly napped more than he ever had. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat. Passenger Princess.
Ryan had come into your life at a time you needed him most. You'd left home, quickly after your soul letters had appeared. They weren't your standard letters though. You had two lots of letters on your wrist and to say your family was shocked was an understatement.
Your Dad had immediately branded you a whore and made it clear you weren't welcome in the house anymore. Your siblings, all older and already with homes of their own, either shrugged or pointed out it WAS his house.
A very emotional phone call between you and an old school friend, had led you to pack a case and grab your passport. Days later you were in Spain working the season at a fancy hotel.
You and Ryan had started on the same day. Both of you escaping home. You for apparently being a whore and him for being gay. You were allocated a small one bed apartment to share and a friendship was formed. After an issue with accommodation, and more people joining the season, you were joined by Annemarie, Darcy and Wanda. The snap of being soul friends happened the moment they stepped into the apartment.
Over the next few weeks you would all begin to come back together, as Annemarie welcomed her baby. It was sooner than it should be and the knots in your stomach had meant you'd not ate all day. You were probably the most worried you'd ever been. You didn't want her to go through what you had. She was much further along in her pregnancy and it would make it hundreds time worse.
Your baby, a boy you'd thought, would have been..............STOP. Stop it right now, you told yourself as the lump formed in your throat and a tear ran down your face.
You spotted a sign for Brook Town and placed your hand on Ryan's leg and tapped lightly.
"Ry, Ry, Ryyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
"Urghhhhhhhhhhhh, this better be good"
"Were almost there."
"Oh. Babe did we even stop?"
You shook your head.
"Y/N! You should have taken a break!"
"It's fine. I just want to get there. I don't want her to be on her own."
Ryan's heart sinks when he realises. This isn't just about getting to your best friend quickly, it's that she has someone with her.
"Babe, she's not on her own. Daniel is there."
"I know, I know. You know what I mean." she reply glancing over at him, and he knows immediately what you mean. He still thinks of you in that hospital bed. How you looked so alone when he'd arrived, even when your Mum had decided to make an appearance.
He squeezed your arm and leaned over planting a kiss on your cheek.
"I know, I know."
"She only has him right now."
"I know and he probably needs us too. His family are still on vacation right?"
"I think so." you replied as you're mind started to wander again, Ryan squeezed your arm again. You smiled at him and pushed your intrusive thoughts back.
"So the pie shop and then the hospital right?"
"Yep" Ryan replied, pointing to the row of stores as you approached it "it's the second one along."
You parked immediately in front of the store, the evening setting in meaning it was a quiet time for shoppers. The store was open for another fifteen minutes but that didn't stop Ryan rushing in.
"I'll go in, you take a break, hopefully they haven't sold the pregnant lady's pie."
You snorted with laughter as he dashed in, deciding stretching your legs was a good idea. Your legs cramped up as you tried and you groaned loudly as you got out.
"Fuck me."
You heard a snort of laughter and looked around to find a set of piercing blue grey eyes looking at you. And there it was the fluttering in your chest.
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going to giggle and swoon over gale (young vets au) picking up the guitar when they come home from the war and him being a substitute teacher. do you have any HCs about what bucky does with his time when they're home?
i think his hobby is gale <3
in all seriousness though, i think it takes him some time to figure that aspect of civilian life out. when they're dealing with the VA clusterfuck a part of that is trying to get bucky on disability because working just. isn't in the cards for him at least for a long while. and they eventually do get that sorted out- which works out when they have josie since he can be a stay at home dad.
at first when gale is at work or out he doesn't. really do anything- esp during the period where he's really struggling. mostly just sleeps all day or if he's not asleep he's just laying in bed or on the couch looking at his phone or laptop. likes facetiming the other guys when they aren't busy because it makes the house less quiet and will occasionally put a movie on or something but. not much else. and when gale's home he just likes being with him. is a little (a lot) clingy but gale knows he's hurting inside and doesn't mind at all.
as things in that sweet noggin of his start to improve i can see him getting super outdoorsy. i kinda alluded to him getting into horses in his phone pov and i think he would find that therapeutic. a way to quiet his mind that isn't just sleeping all day y'know? maybe their neighbors where they live in wyoming have horses so he hangs out with them when gale is working.
and another part of the outdoorsy thing is getting a little nerdy with it about plants. not to the phd level studying/academia extent that gale is into his own interests. but he orders a few books online and just finds the topic interesting.
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You Rescued Me - AU Bucky Barnes x OC
warnings: TFATWS Bucky Barnes, strangers to lovers, pure cat!dad Bucky fluff
word count: 9.5k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1319637159-you-rescued-me-lottie
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Bucky felt the corner of his eye twitch as Sam droned on and on. Something about how he couldn’t keep living by himself with his plants forever. Like his life was any better. The man went on one date with his nephew's teacher and suddenly had all the advice in the world. His deep blue eyes bore into his friend, as his mind wandered to what he wanted to make for dinner, the metal of his arm whirring as his fingers flexed in the pocket of his tight leather jacket.
The cool March air swirled around them as people bustled about the streets of New York. Murmurs of oh my god it’s Captain America echoed through the wind as the two men stood there on the busy sidewalk.
“Man, are you even listening to me?” Sam’s hand impacted his shoulder and brought Bucky back to the present.
His tongue pushed into his cheek and his eyes narrowed, “Something about my sad, lonely life, I don’t know”
“You gotta do something here! Find some friends, take off to Vegas, go outside!” Sam continued.
“I have friends,” Bucky retorted.
“Your old neighbour doesn’t count,” Sam clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, “Look, okay? Start simple! There’s an animal shelter two blocks from here, just go in and see what happens”
Bucky narrowed his eyes and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip as he studied Sam. Having a pet was never something he had even thought of for himself. After the blip and getting his life back together, he still felt as though he was figuring himself out as a normal person. Well, as normal as a 106-year-old super soldier could be.
“If I do this, will you shut up and leave me alone about my plants?” He questioned.
Sam smirked and placed his hand over his heart, “cap’s honor”
With a dramatic groan, Bucky turned on his heel and practically stomped away from Sam, sucking in a deep breath of the fresh, cool air. This was a ridiculous venture and he had already decided that it was going to be a bust, but if it got Sam off his back, it would be worth it in the end. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, keeping his annoyance at the forefront of his emotions.
A bright yellow sign that hung above the street came into his view. There were big swooping letters that read “Wags & Whiskers Animal Rescue” with a big paw print in deep brown and small white flowers littering the negative space. Bucky ran his hand into his short dark hair, and sucked in a sharp breath as he reached for the fake-bone door handle.
It was ridiculously kitsch inside, all cheerful colours and animal-themed decor. He hadn’t really known what to expect but he definitely hadn’t anticipated such a warm and welcoming space. He double-checked; yep, it was definitely the animal shelter. Steeling himself with a deep sigh, Bucky walked up to the wide yellow counter and looked around for a member of staff. Seeing none, he reached out and pressed on the buzzer, which let out an electronic *meow*.
A few moments later a door opened to the right of Bucky and a beautiful blonde with a wide and bright smile walked out and stepped behind the counter.
“Welcome to Wags & Whiskers Animal Rescue. My name is Lottie. How can I help you today? Are you looking to volunteer or adopt?” She beamed at him.
Bucky's brows furrowed slightly, unsure of how to match her enthusiasm he cleared his throat and mustered up his best smile.
"Hi, um I guess adopt."
He watched on as she raised a brow in amusement, her smile growing wider.
"You guess? Are you here against your will? Blink twice for yes." she teased.
“It’s, uh—“ Bucky paused, unsure of how much to reveal of himself, “my friend suggested it, thought maybe I could use a companion… army vet.”
Vague enough, he thought, taking an awkward glance around to avoid the inevitable look of pity he’s usually met with.
When his gaze landed back on the sunny girl behind the counter, he almost did a double take. Poking out of her sweater, and staring at him inquisitively, was a little white cat.
Lottie shifted a touch, and the cat meowed in annoyance from the jostling. "Snow White here has an attitude." Lottie laughed, "can't seem to get her in a kennel or to play with the other cats."
Little sky blue eyes watched him carefully, something in the blue making his nerves settle a touch. He had seen that look before in a particularly skinny alley cat named Steve. It seemed Bucky had a long standing habit of making friends with the underdogs. Bucky pulled out his right arm from his jacket pocket and offered it to the cat, unsure of how animals even operated but it seemed he wasn't the only one nervous and in need of a friend. Lottie's lips parted to say something but she shut them quickly, confusion kissing her brows as Snow slinked from the safe confines of her sweater.
Without any seeming hesitation Snow made a big jump into Bucky’s arms, caught off guard he chuckled nervously. Lottie didn’t move as she watched the feline get comfortable against the leather of his jacket. Looking on at the sight she seemed completely unsure of what to say and blurted out, "your eye’s match. You're meant to be."
From his arms the cat quickly looked around before she crawled into the safety of Bucky's leather jacket - like she was hiding in a cave. Bucky felt her spin around a little before her head poked out of the opening on his chest. A soft purr could be heard coming from the white and fluffy head. Both ears straight in the air the fluffball looked around the shelter from the new perspective.
Bucky carefully raised his right hands and placed his fingertips on top of the cat's head, but the animal flinched a little and tilted her head upwards to sniff on Bucky's finger tips.
"She... she’s never done that with anyone before. She’s usually a little shy and bonded to me. We have a bit of a backstory together." Lottie smiled at the man in front of her.
"Oh really? I can relate to that. I am not good with people, either." Bucky murmured the last part and thought she hadn't heard him, but a laugh could be heard from the other side of the counter while he started to scratch behind the cat's right ear.
"Maybe you guys are meant to be after all." He heard the soft murmur from across the counter, absent-mindedly nodding his head in agreement as the cat's tiny purrs increased while its little wide eyes turned to focus on his face.
Staring down at the dainty white ball of fur, he felt his brain go a little fuzzy, but when his new friend nudged her tiny pink nose against his hand he melted into the floor.
“I…umm…I don’t think I can put her down anyway,” Bucky admitted, his cheeks turning a little rosy.
“Well you don’t need to,” Lottie smiled. “You can sign your name with one hand, right?
Bucky’s eyes looked back up at Lottie and he smiled nervously.
“I … yeah. Really? Right now? I mean that’s fast… don’t you need to do some kind of background check or something. I don’t even have anything at my place for a cat…” he spoke nervously and quickly.
Lottie giggled at his response as she began to pull out an assortment of papers and began placing them on the counter in front of her.She leaned against the counter, reaching her hand out to scratch Snow's chin and looked up to Bucky. The sparkle in her bright blue eyes and her soft, sweet smile stopped his rambling as his eyes locked with hers.
"No background checks, no. If Snow here trusts you, so do I," she mused, "As for the things she needs, I'll help you pick everything out right now. Think you can walk around with that precious cargo on you?"
Bucky glanced down at the soft source of warmth in his jacket, curiously sniffing him out and purring contently. When she noticed him observing her, she stilled and stretched a paw out, resting it lightly on the dimple in his chin.
He chuckled softly, feeling his guard lower, insides melting and all it took was the gentle touch of an animal — and a pretty girl looking at them like she’d never seen anything so adorable.
“Yeah, I think I can manage.” Bucky stammered, clearing his throat as he gestured to the papers. “Let me sign these and then you can lead the way.”
Bucky shifted Snow in his arms, looking down at her as Lottie pointed to the important parts. "What's your refund policy?" He said, meaning it to be a joke but realizing from the shocked look on Lottie's face he had done that rude thing with his voice that Sam always picked on. "I mean..." He forced a quiet laugh.
"I think she'd sooner refund you after that joke," Lottie smiled, a dimple forming on her left cheek that he surprisingly had the urge to touch and Bucky could feel the heat flushing up his neck. "You'll have to work on his delivery," she whispered to the cat playfully. "He's a little stiff."
Bucky laughed, "okay," he nodded, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip, "I deserved that."
His playful defeat tickled another smile out of her which he found was something he longed to bring out more often. Bucky didn't know what it was about this sweet looking woman that enticed him but he couldn't help but feel comfortable in her presence which to be completely honest scared him a little bit.
Scratch that, it scared him a lot.
After he had signed everything that Lottie showed him Bucky cleared his throat once again.
"So... uhm... can you show me what I need? Like a cat-owner-starter-pack?" he asked - his cheeks slightly blushed and his lips curled into a shy smile.
"Sure! Wait, I'll come around and show you." Lottie responded and stepped around the yellow counter. She passed Bucky and headed towards a shelf on the other side of the shop where Bucky could see food and water bowls in different sizes. The moment Lottie passed him, her hand slightly touched his left one that was covered in a cold leather glove. Something in Bucky's lower stomach moved, but he couldn’t manage to put his finger on it.
His steps faltered a little in the beginning because of the brief contact, afraid she might question the coldness before slowly focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Her blonde hair swaying gently down her back caught Bucky's eyes as she kept moving and not paying attention to the man lost in his thoughts over how beautiful she was.
She stopped in front of one of the displays and he was so distracted by her hair that he almost ran into the back of her, only his enhanced reflexes saved him from knocking all three of them into the wall of bowls before them. He didn’t even need to look down to know his new companion was giving him a disdainful glare.
“Ok, here we have our selection of food and water bowls. Along with enrichment toys to hide treats in,” she said gesturing towards the display in front of them.
“Enrichment toys?” Bucky asked in confusion.
“Oh.. they’re great. Basically they’re a toy that you can hide treats in. Then your pet has to work on getting the food out. It helps a lot with fast eaters but also with pets that are quite smart and like a challenge. It keeps them entertained for ages and then they get rewarded with food.” She smiled. “You will also need a litter box, a kitty bed and a wide range of toys. Are you planning on letting her go outside like in a garden or will she be an indoor cat?” Lottie asked.
Bucky blinked, he had not realised he had to think about so much when adopting the soft bundle of fur that was nestled in his chest purring contently.
“Uh. Indoor, I guess. Not sure I trust the chaos that is New York,” Bucky replied, “unless… I mean, if she wants to explore then…”
“Snow here is a curious one, but I get that you don’t want to risk it. Maybe you could take her out every now and again like that,” she suggested with a soft smile and Bucky glanced down at the cat snuggled in his leather, “she looks pretty comfy in there, I’m almost jealous.”
Bucky cranked his head up so fast, he winced at the strain of the muscle he definitely just pulled doing so. The gorgeous smile and coy sparkle in Lottie’s eyes were worth it though, and Bucky felt his skin warm, no doubt pink from cheek to chest.
He was flirted with on the daily but it’d been a long time since he enjoyed it, or at least felt like he deserved that kind of attention.
Snow chittered loudly within his arms almost like she was laughing at him and stared up at him with a look that screamed, lovesick fool on it.
"If you're going to go exploring, you'll need this." She turned toward him with a long, dark blue braided leash in her hand. Looking at his full arms she leaned onto her tiptoes and hung the leash over his shoulder. Her warm, vanilla and spice scent filling his nose as she made sure it wouldn't fall, "might take her a couple tries to get used to it."
"Got it." Bucky muttered as Lottie smiled up at him cheekily almost buried in items for his new furry friend.
"Come on, I'll ring everything up and bag them for you." She said to him with excitement glittering in her eyes and a bright smile that Bucky found himself– albeit timidly, automatically returning.
Lottie urged him back to the counter, turning on her heel to head back while waving and cooing at the little animals in their little rooms along the wall. He followed, securing his hand under the small feline hidden in his jacket while his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight.
Bucky could feel his breath falter as he tried to come up with something else to say. This has been the most pleasant interaction he’d had with such a beautiful girl in a long time, and he found himself not wanting it to end. Even if it was about animals, a topic he hadn’t really been interested in until she started talking.
“So, uh, how long have you been doing this?” He questioned awkwardly.
Another soft chuckle left her pink plump lips, “about 6 years…” she answered quietly, “I was one of the lucky people who didn’t get blipped, and there were a lot of animals who’s owners did so I took them in. It started as just the animals in my building and then kind of grew into this place,” Lottie pressed her lips into a thin line and half smiled up at him.
“Beautiful and kind,” he muttered but then his eyes grew wide in panic at the tinkling sound of a giggle.
His gaze darted up long enough to see Lottie’s hand cover her mouth as she scrunched up her nose in amusement before he decided that the worn spot on the tiles near his feet demanded his utmost attention.
“I didn’t…I mean, I…” Bucky stammered.
“No, it’s ok. Now let’s get you all checked out so we can get you and little miss Snow home.” Lottie said as she blushed a little and began to scan all of the items that she helped him pick out and put them into some bags.
“I’ll also put in our info packet for kitty care and how to help settle your new pet. Our phone number is there if you need to reach us.” She smiled as she placed the info packet into the bag before placing it on the counter.
It took Bucky a second to retrieve his wallet from his pocket, careful not to jostle his new friend too much.
A swipe of his card (he’s still getting used to that) and one appreciative meow later, Bucky grabbed the bag of cat goodies as Lottie came back around the counter.
“Well, you’re all set. I hope you and Snow have a very happy life together…”
“Bucky, my name’s Bucky.”
“Bucky,” Lottie smiled, “I’m glad you found your match today.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. For all your help.”
With a nod of his head, Bucky turned to the door with a spring in his step. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face.
The walk back to the apartment was full of soft mewls from Snow and concerned grunting from Bucky, "you okay in there?" He asked at a crosswalk, peering down at the cat hidden in his jacket. The old lady standing next to him gave him a strange look and shifted over on the sidewalk.
"Oh no its..." he bit the inside of his cheek and looked up to the side laughing at himself. He probably looked ridiculous and now he was talking to himself.
"Haven't even had you for half an hour and you're embarrassing me." Bucky paused and smiled to himself. "You'll get along pretty well with Sam, I guess."
He headed up to his apartment and pushed the door open. Bucky usually kept his place tidy. He told himself it was a habit from being in the Army, but realistically, his cell at the Hydra facility was filthy. Bucky never wanted to live like that again. So, he spent days scrubbing at his kitchen and bathroom tiles with a toothbrush and making sure everything was as clean as it could possibly be.
But keeping himself occupied with all of that cleaning didn't take away the loneliness.
He hated when Sam was right.
Bucky looked down at Snow as he shut the door behind him and turned on the hall light for the first time in months. The place already felt a little brighter with her in it. He smiled as she peered up at him from his jacket, already purring.
"It ain't much, little one, but it's home."
He pulled down the zipper of his jacket to let Snow out of the confines of the garment. He lowered himself closer to the ground so that she could get out.
"Let me make this your home too." Bucky murmured as he pulled out each item out of the bag Lottie packed for him. Lottie…That one is gonna be stuck in his mind.
Shaking his head, Bucky watched as Snow explored her new surroundings, jumping onto the small coffee table and then onto the back of the couch. She batted at a throw blanket Sam had gotten him, with some joke about being frosty all the time or something that Bucky had ignored. With a small meow, her claws came out and caught the edge, leaving her tangled in the soft fabric.
"C'mon, kid," Bucky chuckled, pulling her paw free gently before tucking her into the crook of his elbow. "How about we stop tryin' to kill the blanket and get some food instead?"
Snow let out something like a snarl before settling into his arm, purring loudly as her eyes fluttered closed.
They entered the kitchen where Bucky had already placed the food and water bowl on a rubber mat to prevent the tiles from getting dirty every time the fluff ball would eat something.
He let her down on the floor again and Snow sneaked through his legs while forcefully rubbing her head against Bucky's muscular calves.
"Just because you're begging, doesn't mean you get your food faster, kiddo." he chuckled.
Lottie had given him two different sorts of canned cat food and Bucky grabbed a can of each and held it in front of Snow's tiny face.
"Chicken or Tuna?" he asked.
The little white fur ball butted her head against his dark metal fingers that held the tuna flavored can of food, overestimating her strength and falling backwards on her hind legs.
The little creature seemed startled by the position she found herself in with her wide eyes staring up at Bucky as a quiet chuckle left him at how silly she looked before helping her up.
"Okay, tough guy, here's your tuna."
He opened the can and carefully dropped its contents into her little pink, cat face-shaped plate while Snow looked at the can in what he felt was an offended look.
"What?" Bucky's eyebrows knit together as he stayed in a seemingly tough staring contest with the little cat until he figured out what might be wrong. He rolled his eyes as he picked up the dish and mashed it with a fork, before grabbing the bag of tuna treats Lottie had given him, and placing one on top.
He cocked his eyebrow at the cat, setting the dish back down in front of her, "sorry your majesty, is that better?"
Snow stretched her two front paws out in front of her giving him a giant yawn, as she flicked her tail at him and sauntered over to the dish, sniffing it quickly before deciding to eat. Bucky felt the corners of his lips turn up as he shook his head and turned to open his fridge and decide what he was going to feed himself.
“It’s alright for you Princess, your food comes in cans. I gotta actually think about what to make,” he grumbled, looking down at cat again, as if waiting for a response.
“Suppose I could throw together one of those stir fry things from that cooking show,” Bucky continued, musing on the contents of his fridge.
A sharp pattering against the window made them both turn, the brightness of afternoon giving way to grey, thunderous clouds as rain began to fall.
“Looks like we made it home just in time,” he hummed.
With all of the contents he’d need to get his dinner ready set up on the countertop, he grabbed a knife and flipped it in his hand not realizing his small feline friend was following his every move.
Bucky smiled down at her intrigued look, tilting his head slightly to the side as hers was, “cool trick huh sweet girl?”
She meowed loudly in response, “well I don’t know about you flipping knives but we’ll work on other tricks for ya, yeah?”
The kitten pawed at his socked foot as if she understood his every word, he leaned down to scratch her chin and whispered, “you’re gonna be trouble aren’t you…”
He washed his hands and began his cutting process, ears finely tuned already to her every move, her calm breaths and the way her paws softly pounded on the floor as she ran. His mind drifted off to Lottie back at the shelter, he wondered how the rest of her day was and if she had started to miss the kitten. Maybe they’d go visit her once in a while so she could see she was safe with him and growing happily, maybe it’ll also give Bucky the courage to have longer conversations with her.
A soft rhythmic knock on the door interrupted his musings and he furrowed his brows, wiping his hands on the towel beside him before he walked to the door. When he looked through the peep-hole he was surprised to find Lottie dripping from head to toe in rain as she stood on the other side.
“Lottie?”
She smiled big and bright just as she had this morning waving a small plush toy in front of Bucky as she imitated a meow, “meow owww,” Lottie stared back at Bucky cheeks turning red as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
He heard her whisper, “nice Charlotte, embarrass yourself in front of the hot vet” and chuckled. A wave of confidence ran through him and he reached his hand to her forearm, calling her attention.
“I thought it was cute.” he voiced with a smile.
“Well, there’s more where that came from— no, shit, sorry. Uh, I was just dropping this off, you left it at the shelter, so… hope you don’t mind that I got your address from the forms,” she handed him the toy, all whilst Bucky watched, amused. “Anyway, that’s all— see ya around, Bucky.”
She turned on her heel, seemingly attempting a quick getaway but Bucky called her name, striding forward as she spun back to face him and landed with a soft ‘oof’ into his chest.
She let out an awkward giggle and mumbled apology as Bucky steadied her with quick grasp on her dripping sweater sleeve.
“Lottie, it’s raining cats and dogs out there, at least come in until it stops, dry off a little. I’m sure the little terror will be pleased to see you again.”
Lottie turned pink but Bucky couldn't tell if it was from his suggestion or the coldness of the rain seeping through her clothes and into her skin.
"Come on, I think I got something dryer that'll fit you." He said, pulling away from her and heading towards his closet looking for something warmer for her to put on.
He really wished he had the chance to do laundry, rummaging around looking for a henley but not finding a single one. He groaned at the only clean sweater in the whole apartment, grabbing it begrudgingly before turning around and handing it to her.
"Wow..." Was all Lottie had to say when she held it up. "Didn't know you were a fan of Captain America,” she giggled.
"The old one, not the new one. I think he's a bit of a jerk." Bucky said flatly, desperately wanting to punch Sam in the face for gifting him the ridiculous sweater.
"Sam?" She laughed rubbing the sweater between her fingers.
Bucky's suspicious expression gave away his thoughts, of course Sam knew Lottie. There's a shelter, two blocks from here, just go in and see what happens. "That smug asshole," he laughed under his breath.
"He volunteers his time, walks the dogs..." Lottie still stood with her wet sweater hanging over her shoulders and her eyes on the sweater. "I can't," she handed it back.
"Lottie," Bucky forced a tight smile and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Thank you for bringing the toy but I bought her lots... why did you run through the rain for this one?"
Lottie sighed and Bucky's heart leapt into his throat as the kitten trotted out of the kitchen and did figure eights around Bucky and Lottie's ankles. Lottie looked at the toy that was clutched in his hand.
"That's her favorite toy. She's had it since she was rescued. I just... I think she'd be a little anxious without it." Lottie chuckled. Bucky could see just how much she cared about these animals. A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed thickly. "Or I'm overthinking and--"
"You're not," Bucky whispered. "This is really sweet. Thank you."
The two of them stood in awkward silence for a while, and Bucky stared too long. He always stared too long. But she was gorgeous, her nervous eyes flicking all around his apartment. Suddenly, he became self-conscious about the fact that he didn't wipe down the baseboards like he said he would last week. He ran a hand through his hair and she let out an awkward chuckle. Bucky cleared his throat as Snow trilled and used his leg as a scratching post. He grit his teeth through the pain of her little razor claws sinking into his jeans.
"Uh, listen, I was just about to make dinner--"
"Oh! I'll get--"
He held a hand out. This might be his only shot.
"No! Uh, I was wondering if you-- uh, if--" Barnes, you're cooler than this, he thought. He cleared his throat and tried again, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. She was so pretty he didn't want to screw this up. Or seem like a weirdo. "I was wondering if you wanted some food? I could put your sweater in the dryer. I have beer-- or soda! I-- if you-- don't like... uh, beer. That's--"
He could almost hear Sam laughing at him all the way from his apartment. Lottie smiled.
"You got somewhere where I can get changed?"
Bucky felt himself blush even further as he cleared his throat and nodded. "Uh... Down the hall, first door on the left is my bedroom. You can change in there. Just give me your sweater when you're done, and I'll put it in the dryer." He watched as she smiled at him before turning and silently going down the hallway.
I really don't want to mess this up.
A sharp meow came from Bucky's feet and he looked down at Snow with a sigh.
"What?" He asked, blue eyes going as wide as his tiny counterpart. "She's really pretty, okay? Get off my back."
As Bucky walked back to the kitchen, all the dates he had ever picked up back in the day flashed through his mind. He wished for just a minute he could channel some of that carefree demeanor that poured from him before the war. This wasn't something Bucky made a habit of, but Lottie made it a little easier, with her warm smile and bright eyes. He felt a prickle of warmth in his chest and the corner of his mouth turned up as Lottie stepped out from the bedroom.
"Okay, so this thing is freaking HUGE. Not all of us are giant super strong guys so it might look weird."
She shuffled back into the kitchen, her leggings peeking out from under the oversized sweater. Bucky's brain misfired seeing this gorgeous girl in his clothes, standing in his kitchen. A cold nose bumping against his arm snapped him out of his own head as Snow jumped onto the counter.
"Um, you look great," Bucky stammered. "I mean, it looks great! The sweater. It's...great."
To avoid things getting possibly more awkward, he quickly stepped into the kitchen to finish the stir fry for him and Lottie.
She was leaning on the wall and he could feel her gaze on his back.
"You said it's her favorite toy." he pointed to the plush toy that was in her hands again before he continued: "Why's that? It looks like a regular plush toy for children."
"It's a special plush for kittens." she carefully started. Bucky turned around while stirring a spatula around the pan in front of him.
"A special one?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah. You know... Snow had a rough start. I found her almost frozen to death before I started a shift in early January. Her mother gave birth to four kittens right in front of the shelter but because it was freezing that night, only Snow and the mom survived. The others..." her voice broke at the end and she was incapable of finishing the sentence. Her eyes glistened with tears - a single one escaped and trailed down her cheek.
Bucky stepped away from the pan and placed his flesh hand on her forearm in an assuring gesture. He mumbled "I’m sorry to hear that."
"It was horrible. Snow was with her mom in the beginning, but we found someone to adopt her mom a week later. I tried to prevent it, because the kitten still needed her but I needed the space for other stray cats that were coming into the shelter the other day. The plush imitates the feel of the mother cat. I’d heat it up so that the tiny kitten could snuggle with it and feel safe. She also needed it for orientation as her eyes were still closed in the beginning. Snow got so used to the smell of the plush that she only slept peacefully while her head was resting on it. That's why I thought I should bring it here. So that she would be able to sleep."
“Oh wow,” Bucky whispered, gazing down at his tiny companion with glassy eyes. “She sure has been through a lot.”
“Yeah, she has,” Lottie nodded. “She survived the freezing cold, being pulled away from everything she knew. I hoped the plushie would help.”
She smiled as she saw the way Bucky looked at the kitten. “But now she’s got you.”
Bucky looked over at the little kitten who was looking up at Lottie and eyeing the plush toy in her hands. He couldn’t help but feel an even deeper connection to her surviving the freezing cold all alone. His mind wandered back to the cold mountain when he fell off the train.
“I think me and her have a lot in common. Is she attached to the name Snow? Because I have a different name in mind if that’s ok. It still sticks with the snow theme” He asked, looking back up to Lottie.
“I’m sure she won’t mind,” Lottie smiled softly, “what were you thinking?”
Bucky turned down the heat, the stir fry pretty much done, and rested his back against the counter. Lottie’s eyes tracked his movement, he could sense that without looking, her gaze warm and head tilted with intrigue.
“Um… Alpine?”
Lottie’s features softened more, if that was even possible and Bucky could swear her eyes were glistening.
“I think that’s perfect, Bucky. She’s a lucky kitten.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm, I think… despite Sam’s obvious influence that led you to my shelter today, Alpine would have waited for you even if you hadn’t followed his advice straight away.”
Bucky smiled, hiding the lump in his throat. He would not get emotional in front of the pretty girl.
“It really fits her.” Lottie’s voice was barely above a whisper as they both continued to watch her bat at some crumbs on the counter. She was surprisingly graceful for such a young kitten.
Bucky glanced at the beautiful woman in his kitchen and saw a few tears glistening on her rosy cheeks.
“Thank you for introducing us,” Bucky offered. A warm smile pulled at his lips and he immediately felt warm.
Lottie chuckled and wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his large sweater. “Are you talking to me, or Alpine?”
Bucky’s cheeks burned. If it was a joke, it was hilarious. If she was still flirting… he was in trouble.
“Well, uh,” he cleared his throat and chuckled. “I guess both of you.”
She smiled back at him, eyes warm and full of hope. Hope. Bucky could use some more of that in his life.
The room was silent for a beat, both of them grinning like fools, before he opened the cabinet and grabbed two plates. “Let’s eat, yeah?”
Bucky carried the plates to the table, setting them both down in front of a chair and not realizing just how close Lottie was following him. When he turned, they bumped into each other and he felt himself flush red when she giggled at his nervousness.
"Sorry," He mumbled, putting some space between them and quickly grabbing one of the chairs, pulling it out for her to sit in.
It was a force of habit, an old habit, but chivalry had not been one of the things he lost in the fall, just his smoothness and ability to not turn into mush by a sweet smile and melodic laugh.
"M'lady." He teased, as she sat with a beaming grin splattered across her face and he pushed in the chair for her.
“Thank you kind sir,” Lottie giggled, and Bucky felt his insides warm at the sound, light and happy. He walked back to the kitchen, grabbing the pan with the food, setting it on the table with a warming pad beneath it. As he sat down, he gestured for Lottie to go first. There was a clicking noise from above them and all the lights went out, plunging them into darkness.
“What the- Damn rain must’ve knocked the power out. Hang on, I’ve got a flashlight somewhere,” Bucky said, standing back up and feeling his way to the kitchen, searching through drawers. “Well, no flashlight but I got a few candles.”
"You need help?" Lottie asked.
"No, no." He found a few candles and a box of matches. "I wouldn't want you to burn yourself." He winced, realizing how patronizing that sounded. "I mean--"
"It's okay, Bucky," Lottie chuckled. "It's your apartment."
He smiled at her over his shoulder, the moonlight lighting up part of the room. Bucky fiddled with the matches for a moment, snapping it against the striker and trying to get the damn thing to light up.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered.
He heard Lottie's chair slide out and suddenly felt her right next to him. She reached out and placed her hand over his metal hand. He swore he could feel sparks through the Vibranium.
"Might need a more delicate touch," she offered, her voice gentle and sweet.
Bucky was thankful that she couldn't see him blushing furiously in the dark as he relented and gave her the box of matches. He watched as she struck one and it lit up instantly, illuminating her gorgeous face.
"You just need a little patience," she whispered softly as she looked back to him.
Bucky was trapped in her gaze as the flames from the candle reflected in their blue depths and danced around. He felt as if she could ask him to drown in them and he would. No questions asked.
It must've been seconds but they felt like lifetimes and just as he felt the pull between them grow stronger he saw her tongue sweep across her bottom lip before she turned away from him, hiding behind a curtain of hair dried hair to light the rest of the candles.
"All done," she told him as she lit all four candles and set the one in her hand on the counter.
"Thank you."
He honestly didn't know what he was thanking her for. He doubted it was for lighting the candles when he couldn't. It was more because since he walked into the shelter this afternoon, Lottie had saved him in a whole new way.
They made their way back to the table carrying the candles and sat down to eat. He watched apprehensively as she took a bite.
“Wow, this is delicious.” She said, looking at him. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Really, well I’m glad you like it.” He smiled as he took a bite of the food himself. They fell into a comfortable silence as they ate their food.
“So,” Lottie started, setting her fork down on her plate. She smiled at him through her lashes. Bucky gulped as the flames of the candles threw shadows against her face. She was somehow even more beautiful in this light.
“He cooks, he’s good with animals, and he’s friends with Captain America. You are quite a catch, sir.”
Bucky was sure his cheeks were melting with how hard he blushed. Was this really happening? Maybe he got hit by a bus on his way home and he died and went to heaven. Or maybe Sam spiked his drink and he’s dreaming.
He scoffed to himself since the serum would leave him virtually unscathed in both of those situations. He took a deep breath and exhaled, setting his fork down as well.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Lottie.” He winced as he heard the words leave his mouth. He wanted to kick himself under the table for that one.
“Some would disagree,” Lottie replied, voice a little quiet and eyes cast down at her plate, “but I’ll take it from you,” she added lightly.
Bucky frowned and set his fork down, hackles raised.
“Whoa, no. What do you mean ‘some would disagree’? Because from where I’m sitting, anyone would be lucky to have someone like you.”
“Bucky, that’s sweet but—“
“Sweetheart,” Bucky wasn’t sure where the fight in him was coming from, but the thought of anyone thinking Lottie — sweet, gorgeous Lottie who ran through a downpour to deliver a beloved cat toy — wasn’t good enough, made him want to do something to make her believe different.
“According to a few of my exes, I spend too much time at the shelter,” she revealed, before a smile bloomed across her lips. “But it’s my happy place so screw them, huh?”
"Animals are better than men anyway." Lottie laughed, her blue eyes shining and that wonderful grin remaining plastered across her face although her brows furrowed when she realized she had sort of just insulted him.
"Well, you just haven't met the right man yet." Bucky said much lower than he anticipated, much more breathy and like a whisper.
Lottie seemingly froze in her seat, like the air had been stolen from her as she turned bright red and bit her lip in the most adorable way.
"Does he have a cat?" Lottie asked, and Bucky chuckled.
"You know, astonishingly he does. You see, he wasn't really looking for companionship at first, just decided he would try to get a friend off his back about his houseplants. But then there was this little thing with glorious blue eyes and well..." Bucky sighed, talking both about Alpine and her.
“It’s always the ones that grump the most about getting a pet that end up loving them the hardest,” Lottie smiled, and Bucky felt himself melt just a little more even as he tried to look shocked.
“I’ve never been grumpy a day in my life,” he said, grin breaking through as Lottie snorted a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her giggles.
"Oh, really?" Lottie teased. "I might have to ask around to back that up."
Bucky put his head in his hands and groaned through laughter.
"God, please don't! Sam's gonna have a field day with it!"
He felt her gentle hand cover his and looked up. Lottie was smiling at him.
"Your secret's safe with me," she whispered. Bucky's smile mirrored hers and she gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. "And for the record, I don't actually think you're a grump. You've been pretty darn sweet to me today, and to Snow-- sorry, Alpine. Still getting used to it."
Bucky chuckled, feeling just how hot his cheeks and the back of his neck felt. Butterflies fluttered through his chest and every time he looked at Lottie, all he wanted to do was smile.
"Thanks for that. Sam really wouldn't let me live it down if you told him." He looked down as Alpine rubbed against his leg. "You can't tell him either, missy."
They ate in contented silence for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of the candles and each other.
"It's really cute how close you are already," Lottie smiled, pushing the rest of her food around on her plate. "But it makes sense."
"How?" Bucky asked through a mouthful of chicken, eyebrows furrowed mid bite and she let out a soft, tinkling giggle.
"Well because you're really cute too," she remarked without looking up and Bucky was now positive that he was dead or someone was playing a joke on him.
He actually choked on the piece of food he was chewing, coughing a few times as he felt his face flood with heat that he was pretty sure wasn't from the candles.
"Oh my god! Are you oka– I'm so sorry!"
Lottie’s panicked wide blue eyes focused on his face and Bucky heard the faint clatter of the fork she was eating with on the table while he tried to catch his breath. The sudden compliment had positively stunned him.
Bucky– the old, pre-war Bucky, once knew that he had the looks and the ability to charm the socks off any dame back in his day but now, now he felt inadequate. He didn't have the patience to try to strike up a conversation with anyone, even women.
His scars ran deeper than what his eyes saw reflected back in the mirror every morning.
And now this beautiful, incredibly kind woman was not only talking to him and making it seem all too easy, she was also flirting with him.
"I'm okay." He assured her after catching his breath and taking a generous sip of the water next to him while Alpine meowed loudly at his feet in what he thought was concern.
“Are you sure?” Lottie asked, looking at him as if she didn’t quite believe him.
“Yeah, my food just got stuck on the way down. No need to worry about me” he reached down and scratched Alpine between her ears.
The rain was still hammering against the windows outside, heavy drops illuminated by the candles on the table and the odd strike of lightning that had now decided to join in.
“Doesn’t look like it’s gonna stop any time soon,” Bucky commented, changing the subject.
“New York storms, huh?”
“Sorry you’re kinda trapped here.”
Lottie swallowed her last bite of food, pushing her plate to the side and reaching across the table for Bucky’s hand.
“How many times do I have to hint that I’m happy to be here, Bucky? That I like you.”
“Old man like me? Probably a few more before it sinks in.” He grinned, bashful but real as he watched Lottie’s face scrunch adorably into a giggle.
“I’m starting to think you’re just fishing for compliments. You are definitely not old. Worldly, maybe, and your eyes are definitely hiding like a thousand stories I’m dying to hear. But definitely not old.”
"My stories are... They're not the happiest." He told her truthfully, feeling his grin fade as he began to chew on the inside of his lip.
Lottie reached across the table, stroking the top of his hand gently before her small fingers wrapped around his metal ones, holding his hand completely unbothered by the fact that it wasn't flesh.
"We can write some happy stories together. It's what I do after all." She smiled joyfully and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"You write stories?" He questioned and she simply nodded.
"Well, I'm trying to, nothing published yet but I've got lots of ideas." She told him, her hand still in his.
"What kind of ideas?" Bucky asked, genuinely curious.
"Gentle romance, falling head over heels for a kind stranger." She said softly and he felt himself melting with every word she said.
"Does the love interest have a cat?" He wondered and the laugh she let out was beautiful, it filled his apartment and settled into the empty spaces.
“Just adopted one in fact,” she smiled and Bucky felt his heart stutter as she looked at him, blue eyes big and full of hope. “He picked out the best kitten, a real sweetheart, just like him.”
Bucky grinned back at her. "I think we're going to have some adventures." He looked down at Alpine just as she scratched at his jeans. "You've already had dinner. You cannot possibly be hungry."
"Sorry that I'm stealing all of your dad's attention, Alpine," Lottie said playfully, eyes shining as she watched Bucky scoop the little fur ball into his lap.
He grabbed a piece of his chicken, tearing a bite off and holding it up to Alpine's baby pink nose for inspection. After a few cautious sniffs, she took it from him eagerly, contented purrs and growls coming from her tiny body as she ate.
"So you said you write?" Bucky asked softly, smiling down at Alpine before looking back at Lottie as she nodded. "Well, I can read-"
"Whoa! No way!" Lottie exclaimed jokingly, enjoying the way Bucky's face scrunched up as he laughed.
"I mean," he replied with a giggle. "I can read anything you write...if you ever need another set of eyes."
"Especially eyes like yours," Lottie drawled.
Bucky felt lightheaded from all the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"You're killin' me, sweetheart," he sighed, taking a drink from his glass.
"Sorry," Lottie blushed. "You just get all pink and flustered...it's very cute."
"Yeah well, usually I'm the one doing the flusterin'."
Laughing, Lottie grabbed a piece of chicken from her plate and held it across for Alpine, who had finished Bucky's piece and seemed eager for more.
"Believe me, Sargeant," she whispered softly, looking up at him through thick lashes. "I am very flustered right now."
Bucky could have punched a hole through the wall with the burst of confidence that soared through him.
How was it possible that he could make Lottie flustered? He chuckled and wiped his hands down the front of his shirt. “This ol’ thing? You’re bluffing.”
Lottie’s jaw dropped, and a look of playful shock came across her face. “You trying to call my bluff, huh?”
Bucky eyed her thoughtfully. His gaze, whether he meant it to or not (he definitely did), flitted to her lips. They looked soft, plush and pink, and inviting as hell.
“You could always prove it,” Bucky smirked. He caught her eye, daring her to make a move.
“Or… you could fluster me some more, see the real fruits of your labour.”
Sometime during this conversation, Lottie’s chair had edged closer to Bucky’s. He could feel the warmth radiating from her as her fingertips danced up and down his arm.
The anticipation was killing him.
Which one of them had actually made the first move was completely unclear to Bucky. There was just the look of trepidation on her face along with the thought that he should do it first just so he could throw her into the same kind of tizzy as she had put him in.
Bucky leaned in slowly, eyeing the soft appearance of her lips but Lottie had done exactly the same after finding her courage.
He felt her stretch up to meet him, soft supple lips pressing gently against his, her vanilla spice scent filling his nose and making him a little dizzy. It was so tame, sweet and absolutely perfect that he couldn't help but bring his hands to her face, cradling her cheeks in his palms and pulling her back in when she went to move away.
There were a million butterflies in his stomach and he swore if they didn't keep their lips connected, they would all come bursting out of his mouth along with a flurry of thoughts about how he wanted her to stay with him, possibly forever.
Bucky couldn’t help smiling into the kiss, happiness bubbling over. He could feel Lottie doing the same and suddenly they were both grinning against each other’s lips, little laughs escaping them.
Bucky pulled back, bringing his metal hand up to brush a piece of hair back from Lottie’s eyes. She caught it in her hand, leaning her face against the palm, fingers stroking delicately over the back. Bucky felt his heart clench and Lottie looked up at him.
"That was..." She exhaled and took a deep breath.
"I hope it was okay," he chuckled. "I'm a little out of practice."
She placed a hand on his chest and Bucky drew in deep breaths to keep his heart from racing so much. It was useless. Every time he looked at her, his chest felt tight. Her eyes shone in the low light, and that smile could actually bring him to his knees.
"Well, we could always practice again if you feel like you need it."
Food long forgotten, Bucky gave Lottie a half smile before he leaned in again to run his lips over hers, hearing her gasp at his intrusion. He slowly moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, weaving his fingers through her hair.
"I bet you make a really good teacher, doll."
Lottie smirked, biting her lip as she studied Bucky's face and leaned in once more.
"Let's find out."
He felt Lottie go soft as this second kiss grew deeper, his hands pulling her close as if she might float away without his help. When her tongue traced his bottom lip, Bucky groaned and let her in to explore, their kiss becoming hotter in the dim candle light.
He could taste the spice from the chicken mixed with the sweetness of the sugar from her coffee and the chapstick she put on earlier today. He was drowning in Lottie and never wanted to come up.
She was the one who finally relented, breaking the kiss and leaving them both breathless and blushing.
"Bucky, if that's you without practice..." Lottie breathed against his lips and he smiled, running a thumb along her bottom lip. "I might be the one who needs some lessons."
"Say yes to another dinner," Bucky whispered, rubbing his nose against hers. "And I'll teach you whatever you want."
He could feel Lottie vibrating with excitement and it suddenly dawned on him that what he said came out in a way he hadn't meant.
"I could teach you how to make stir-fry." He blurted out nervously, causing her to laugh and she placed a small peck on his nose.
"I'd like that a lot." She smiled, and just as she did, Alpine jumped from Bucky's lap where she had been snuggled throughout dinner and into Lottie's lap.
"Of course, that's if this little lady doesn't mind me sharing your attention." She giggled.
Bucky smiled, knowing his face reflected how calm and happy he felt, but he couldn’t hold back.
“I think that’s her way of asking you to come back too,” he said and Lottie laughed, scratching behind Alpine’s ears.
“How could I ever say no to such a plea?” she said, eyes twinkling before she sighed. “But I should probably get back to the shelter now, the rains nearly done, it sounds like.”
Bucky nodded. He really wanted to see her again. As soon as he could, or as soon as she had time. Lottie looked around and tugged at his sweater. Bucky reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Keep it," he replied. "You don't need a reason to come back, but..."
She beamed at him.
"I have three reasons. Sweater, cute cat, cute guy..."
Bucky blushed furiously and ran a hand through his hair.
"Listen, it would be ungentlemanly of me to let a lady walk alone at night. Can I walk you back to the shelter?"
He was never going to get used to the way her smile gave him butterflies.
"I would love that."
Bucky smiled and stood before reaching out for her hand just as an audible click reached his ears and they both began to blink rapidly. The power had been restored. "Well... talk about timing," he chuckled. "Let's get you back to the shelter sweetheart."
The walk back seemed much too short for Bucky's liking, but he couldn't stop smiling regardless. Lottie's presence had permanently drawn it onto his face, unable to brush it off if he tried. They talked as they walked, little comments about the neighborhood or Alpine, who peeked out from inside Bucky's jacket. His fingers tangled with Lottie's for the final block and for the first time in a long time, all the pieces seemed to be falling into place.
Lottie turned to him as they approached the shelter, the light above the sign reflecting off the water beneath their feet.
"Don't suppose we have time for one more practice session..." She sighed exaggeratedly, a small smirk on her lips.
Without a word, Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in for another kiss as she yelped. Her smile melted into his and so did the rest of the world until a tiny disgruntled mewl broke the spell.
"Sorry, baby," Bucky whispers.
"It's okay," Lottie smiles before he laughs.
"I was talkin' to the fluffball, Lottie," he grinned, earning him a shocked laugh and a slap to the arm.
She walked up the few steps to the door of the shelter, turning back and making Bucky's heart stop. Her glittering eyes, the wave of her blonde hair, the cute button nose, on top being kind and a little bit goofy? He'd truly hit the jackpot.
"Next time, I'm cooking, Barnes."
Bucky gave her a grin and shoved his hands in his pockets as she unlocked the door.
"Okay, but I'm not giving away anymore of my clothes."
"Damn it..." Lottie grumbled before smiling again.
The door opened up and Bucky felt lighter than he had since before...well, everything. Over one hundred years of life and he had to wait this long to find someone like her.
"What time you open?" Bucky gestured to the sign. "Might need someone to help out with all the other little guys."
"We open at 8, but I'm not opposed to opening earlier for a pretty face."
Bucky grinned brightly as he backed down the sidewalk, the comforting warmth of Alpine against his chest and Lottie still on his lips, for once looking forward to everything the morning would bring him.
"I'll be here at 7."
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One Nighters
Here I’ve linked my quick mini series fics that could probably be read in one night 😁 sometimes you just want that quick fic fix - longer than a oneshot but something you can quickly binge 😉 Loki x reader
One of Starks Infamous Parties
Tony Stark throws a party and of course invites you, one of his dear friends. Half expecting the night to flow easily, you weren’t surprised when you spotted someone somewhere they shouldn’t be. Luckily Loki’s there to help.
Contains smut and defiantly awkward situations
Hot & Cold
Working as a SHIELD agent, you’re tasked with the chore of ‘babysitting’ Thors younger brother who is as annoying as he is handsome. Not only does he haunt you in the day, he evades your dreams too. Who knew hot and cold could mix so well together?
Contains smut
Tender is the Night
You've joined the Avengers to mostly mentor Loki whilst ensuring the rest of the team look good. After accusing Loki of being submissive as opposed to the dominant god he thinks he is, he vows to prove you wrong. Eventually he discovers you're not who he thinks you are.
Contains smut
BloodLust
Y/n y/l/n is an upstanding citizen of todays society as well as her dad who she works alongside in their towns place of worship. All is well until an unexpected visitor pays her a visit in the hopes of contacting his father leaving y/n to either become a new friend of this visitor or perhaps the towns next victim.
Contains smut
Match
Okay so maybe you lied about being in a relationship and so you joined a dating sight. What if your dream man was already waiting for you on it?
Mentions of smut
Friends with Benefits
Welcome to college where your roommate is Natasha and Bucky for some reason. You like to party and smoke Buckys exceptionally lovely plants as well as shacking up with none other than Thor AKA the hottest guy on campus who’s also your best friend until you finally start talking to his brother. Where was god hiding that one?
Contains smut
Post Mission
A quick quick mini fic about y/n and Loki giving each other some TLC after a mission
Contains smut
Night in Asgardian Leather
You're a member of the most powerful team on earth - the avengers and yet you seem so inadequate in the face of your boyfriend Kyle who is far from loving unlike Loki. If only you could both see each other, really see eachother.
Contains smut and an abusive boyfriend
The Country Club
One morning you receive an invitation inviting you to Thor and Janes opening of their new country club. You’re excited to see them but the memory of your ‘ex’ Loki leaves you feeling anxious after he left. Can you reconcile or are you too enthralled with your old pal Bucky who’s also in attendance to hear Loki out?
Contains smut
You’re the boss
A man scorned is a dangerous man - it makes him particularly annoying, immature and someone you’d definitely sleep with again despite the fact that he’s on the road to becoming your boss and potential love interest. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before hooking up with random men because they’re sexy.
Contains smut - Workplace AU
For Better or For Worse
Nothing makes a Will reading more surprising than an unexpected guest, well, only if said unexpected guest also surprisingly inherits a 10 million dollar estate. After having divorced Loki following a heartbreaking loss, you ensure you make an entrance, especially when his new ‘Rose’ is sitting beside him.
Contains smut - domestic AU
Shrink
After discovering that Loki’s hostility towards his team may be down to something other than him simply not liking them, you give him a little homework task which at first glance seems easy for the sexy god but soon proves to be troublesome. Meanwhile, you’re having your own existential crisis.
Contains smut
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Building A Better RP Ad
“I am seeking a Natasha to play against my Bucky”
“I am seeking a Steve Rogers to play against my OC”
I see a ton of ads that look like this. I used the Marvel fandom, but it could be any. And I think that people who post super-sparse, bare bones ads like this would get MUCH better results if they got more specific about the dynamic they’re seeking between characters (is it romantic? If so, is it slow burn or instantly established? Snarky sex partners? Enemies to lovers? Domestic fluffy lovebirds? Married with children?) and offered up a few plot ideas. Not only would the latter showcase what sorts of plots and themes you’re interested in—thrillers, fluff, AUs, emotional conversations, fast-paced action–it would also demonstrate that you have ideas you can bring to the table, you’re not just going to expect the other person to think of everything. You don’t need to pitch a novel, just a few basic sentences about what you’ve got in mind. Here are some examples:
“I really want to do a fantasy AU, something with dragon-riding! I’m looking for a mixture of action/adventure with more chill domestic aspects, like just hanging out flying together or taking care of their dragons and talking.”
“I’m seeking a nitty-gritty exploration of both our character’s trauma. Healing might be at the end of the tunnel, but only after they’ve both faced the worst parts of themselves and their pasts. I don’t want any sanitized, instantly-fixed-with-love stuff here, I want realness and long, drawn-out angst.”
“I really like conspiracy/thriller plots, and I have ideas for several. For instance, one or both of our muses loses their powers and they have to track down who caused this and find out why, or an important figure from one of their pasts comes calling with a dubious agenda, or there’s a heist where our thieves are both racing towards the same prize but fall in love on the way due to being so impressed with each other’s skills!”
These are admittedly pretty specific, so if you don’t have an idea that concrete in mind, you can always do something like:
“I’m seeking a romance in a dark setting”
“I’d like something lighthearted with a pre-established ship”
“I want platonic slice-of-life most, but I also have a couple AU settings I’d love to try”
And if your ad is for someone to play against your OC, whether it’s OCxCanon or OCxOC, a brief bio or overview of who your OC is and what they’re like would probably do WONDERS both at helping your advert stand out, as well as making people more likely to respond. After all, there’s nothing enticing about a total blank whom you know nothing about, but “my OC Maya, a no-nonsense pipefitter in her 30s with strong feminist and environmentalist leanings, a frank and direct demeanor, and a touch of paranoia due to past trauma. She’s likely to be found at the farmer’s market getting fresh local produce, enjoying some Korean food, or rocking out at a 90s alternative cover night.”
See? That wasn’t a massive bio, but it gives someone a pretty good quick picture of who Maya is, and they probably will have a better sense of if their muse would vibe with her or not. It may still be a “not” of course, but now the people who DO have muses who would like her will KNOW! Here’s some more examples with my OCs:
“My girl Lemon is in her late 20s and she’s a big buff boisterous ball of energy! She’s not the brightest around, but her heart is big and so are her biceps! She’s super sunny and always eager to meet new people and explore new things, but she can be a little (or a lot) much for people. She could be a shy friend’s extrovert besty OR their worst nightmare!”
“Aviram, or Avi for short, is a sensitive and introverted plant dad. He’s a conflict-avoidant vegetarian and while he’s great at listening and offering sympathy, he’s not good at actual solutions. Despite this, he has a love for controlled thrill scenarios like sky-diving, paint-balling, or spelunking.”
“Alya is a married woman in her 40s who is currently struggling with her faith due to a miscarriage. She’s maternal and empathetic, but these same qualities sometimes lead her to being manipulative with those she cares about due to feeling she knows what’s best for them.”
Then just combine them! I’d introduce the character first, then the scenarios you’re interested in. And even if you’re writing a canon character, it still may be useful to include any specifics about your own portrayal, such as what sources you draw on, if there’s any source material you ignore/disagree with/don’t include, relevant headcanons, etc.
So yet again, here are examples, this time using my OCs with canon characters from X-Men, She-Ra, and The Vampire Chronicles/Interview With the Vampire:
“I’m seeking a found family RP for Laura Kinney and/or Gabby Kinney with my OC, Maya. Maya’s an adult woman, so it would be a protective/platonic thing. She’s a no-nonsense pipefitter in her 30s with strong feminist and environmentalist leanings, a frank and direct demeanor, and a touch of paranoia due to past trauma. I like the idea of her finding one of the girls and protecting them as best she can from those after them while also trying to convince them she’s safe, especially since she knows how hard it is to trust when you’ve been hurt. Definitely a feels-heavy RP, with some action scenes from the bad guys after Laura/Gabby/both girls. It would be set in the Marvel comics universe or the “Logan” movie setting. Trigger warnings for a lot of dark themes and trauma exploration definitely apply.”
“I’m seeking someone to play Scorpia against my OC Lemon! Lemon has a LOT in common with Scorpia, she’s also a big energetic buff lady! She’s not too bright, but she has a HUGE heart. I think they’d bounce off each other really well! NGL, I’m hoping for a ship but that doesn’t have to happen. Wholesome fluff either way! Also, I’m a sucker for college and coffeeshops AUs! My biggest plot bunnies right now is that they’re university study-buddies, roller derby teammates, or that Scorpia gets set up on a blind date with Lemon (maybe by Netossa and Spinnerella who know her from a local Pride group?) after being rejected by Catra again. Open to other ideas though ;) “
“I’m seeking someone to write Claudia, Armand, Petronia, Gabrielle, or their own Vampire Chronicles OC against my VC OC Gaspard. Gaspard is a non-binary English vampire as well as a fencer and a violinist; they’re dapper, elegant, reserved, and chivalrous. I think they would really want to protect Claudia or Armand, and I’ve always wanted an ending where Claudia survived. Of course, if they protect Claudia, any relationship with an Armand would be kill-on-sight! For Gabrielle or Petronia, I’m seeking more shippy vibes, but they could end up enemies with Petronia too due to Petronia’s predatory nature. I really like the tragic, existential themes of the books, so that’s what I’d want to play out, but I do love goofing around with crack too! Gaspard became a vampire in the Victorian era, so my picks for setting would be either that, the 1920s in Paris, or modern-day US or UK, but I’m open to other scenarios. Please note I use the BOOK canon, I haven’t seen the show and I don’t like the movies much. I won’t write nsfw with Claudia or Armand, but it could be on the table for the others with the right buildup.”
Also, while I think this advice could help ALL kinds of ads, I do admit it was inspired by seeing so many adverts that just say "I want someone to play [popular male canon] against my OC" I don’t mean to sound mean, but I often wonder if the people posting these ads realize just how MANY ads exactly like their own are out there----why should players of these often highly in-demand characters pick YOUR ad to answer when they're probably swamped with such requests? The fact is, they’re probably quite wary at this point of these sorts of ads, as some will always be people just seeking someone to fulfill their personal fantasies while contributing nothing in return. I’m not saying that’s all OCs–lots of canon writers are the same, I can attest to this!---but if you’re playing a popular canon, especially a male, you do get gun-shy after awhile due to too many bad apples. So hopefully spicing up your advert with the above will help you stand out as a very good apple, and get you some bites!
Some other things helpful to specify in your ad:
- Your typical reply length and reply speed. For instance, I tend to reply every few days to a week at my best, and prefer multi-para
- Triggers, squicks, and no-gos. You could also include stuff that, while it doesn’t bother you, you’re just not interested in. For instance, I’m not a meandering fluff-type person and I’m largely not interested in romance/shipping. I also don’t like writing the female half of m/f couples. And there are some FCs that I won’t write with.
- If you’re seeking a nsfw RP or not, if you’re willing to do smut or not, and what sort of kinks or sex acts you WON’T do (similar to triggers and no-gos, but specifically for smut) Including the sort of sex acts and kinks you’d strongly prefer can also be helpful finding someone with similar interest!
- If you’re a minor or not, and what age range you prefer to roleplay with. Even for sfw stuff, many older roleplayers can be uncomfy writing with someone significantly younger, and vice versa.
- If you do doubling
- If you give out your Discord, or if you’d prefer to communicate through Tumblr’s IMs or asks
Note that of course I understand you can’t send this much detailed info in an ask to an RP advert blog, but if you’re just posting in the tags? More detail might be the way to get more results! Give it a try, you have nothing to lose!
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My media this week (21-27 Aug 2022)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😍 😍 👂 The Murderbot Diaries (Martha Wells, author; Kevin R. Free, narrator) - my quarterly reread of all the adventures of everyone's favorite SecUnit
🥰 is it a cry i hear (from the deep wood) (steviesunrises (riverdraft), author; grandmacore, artist,) - magical AU shrunkyclunks with gnc plant witch bucky
😍 SuperManny (rainbow_nerds, author; jenofithilien, narrator) - reread via excellent podfic; Bucky's SuperManny, Steve's a single dad who needs help - just so, so good!
😍 Calico Skies (musette22, author; britbrit99, artist) - very good lumberjack shrunkyclunks with embroidery art
🥰 The Minor Fall, the Major Lift (inexplicifics) - a very fluffy 'wintering in Kaer Mohen all together' Witcher fic, which is a vibe I love
😊 Improvement (TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG) - angsty but satisfying Geraskier omegaverse fic with a 'winter in Kaer Morhen' section (told you I can't get enough of that)
💖💖 +205K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
The Devil Makes Three (Gwenpools_Aesthetic) - MCU: Stucky+Daredevil, 9K - very hot daredevil/steve/bucky
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 34K - ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE "16-years-later" fic where Steve and Eddie FINALLY get their shit together and get their chance - ALL the characters in this are SO well drawn, so real. Like, if I actually watched this show, this fic would have absolutely ruined me for actual canon. (also has a fun little 3K epilogue)
Sing For Us (inexplicifics) - The Witcher: Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 2K - excellent 'porn with feelings' with these 3
I got the month of May (lovesprings) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 28K - reread; bucky works in a music store and helps steve catch up on what he's missed
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
The Sandman - s1, e7-11
Only Murders In The Building - s2, e10 - another excellent season
What We Do In The Shadows - s4, e8 - ngl other than some laszlo pronunciation hilarity, this ep left me cold
Harley Quinn - s3, e7 - shark family drama!
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Monstrous Agonies - Episode One thru Four
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Travels with Steve and Datsun
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Clown Egg Register
Vibe Check - America Has A Problem
Ologies with Alie Ward - Critical Ecology (SOCIAL SYSTEMS + ENVIRONMENT) with Suzanne Pierre
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
My Mix #7 (metal & hard rock)
Fleetwood Mac Radio • 1980s
Presenting Gloria Estefan
"Ex's & Oh's" [Elle King] radio
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#the murderbot diaries#murderbot my beloved#some truly excellent fanfic this week too#fanfic ftw#the most remarkable thing#is a must read#i love me a shrunkyclunks#vibe check podcast#atlas obscura podcast#monstrous agonies podcast#ologies podcast#fleetwood mac#gloria estefan#elle king#fan makers are a *gift*
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Rooted in Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad Bucky and he's beefy!)
Word Count: 1,740
Summary: You and Bucky run into each other (literally) while plant shopping.
Author's Note: So a few days ago a friend shared the amazing art done by @nalonzooo and I immediately fell in love with her plant!dad bucky! Please go check out her page, it will just make you so happy! Her art was the inspo for this story and will be for the rest of this Universe- which I already plan to do more of! Thank you all so much for reading and thank you @nalonzooo for sharing your beautiful work! And thank you to my lovely friends @witchywithwhiskey @vonalyn and @biteofcherry for your support and help! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰
Warnings: Fluffy sweet fluff, plants and Alpine!
You hand the money to the cashier with a smile and gently cradle your new plant to your body before walking off toward the car. You’re not paying attention to where you’re going because you’re looking down and cooing over your new friend, a spider plant, whom you’ve aptly named Spidey.
Suddenly the sun goes out of view and a shadow falls over you just before you walk straight into what feels like a wall.
“Oof, shit,” you mutter, juggling your spider plant and thankfully managing to hold on to it. “I’m sorry!” you quickly add, now looking up.
You can barely see the person behind all the green leaves and fronds but you do hear a deep voice say, “no doll, I’m sorry! I can barely see where I’m going and should probably have gotten a cart. Are you ok?”
Your giggle escapes without warning but you assure him you’re fine.
“Um, do you want some help? I only have one plant so I can take one or two off your hands.”
He stands there for a moment, clearly contemplating you’re offer. “You know what, that would be great!” he says finally. “Can you grab the two smaller ones here.”
His body shifts so you can take two plants that are resting precariously on his forearm.
“Sure!”
You reach over and carefully take them from him, revealing something you were not at all expecting.
There’s a fluffy white cat curled up in the crook of his arm, it’s blue eyes peering at you with curiosity.
“Oh how cute!” you squeal.
Plant guy chuckles. “That’s Alpine. He’s very friendly so you can say hi if you want.”
Your hand immediately shoots out to rub Alpine gently on the head and then scratch behind his ears.
“He’s so sweet and handsome,” you gush.
After several moments spent doting on Alpine you realize poor plant guy is still standing there holding way too many plants.
“Oh shit,” you mumble. “I’m sorry! You’re totally standing here waiting to go to your car and carrying a whole forest and here I am just petting your cat like it’s nothing.”
“It’s really ok doll,” he says. “I appreciate the help and Alpine loves the attention.”
You try to peek around the large leaves to get a look at this guy’s face but you can’t really make out more than a black hat and the outline of a dark shadow of hair lining his sculpted jaw.
But when he says, “my car is just over here,” and he starts walking to the parking lot you get a better glimpse of the rest of him and can’t help the way your breath hitches.
“Damn…” you whisper to yourself.
He’s tall, with long thick legs and broad shoulders and an ass you already want to grab hold of.
“Well,” he starts. “My keys are in my back pocket and uh…”
You put the plants you’re holding down onto the pavement and hold out your hands. “Here give me a couple more this way you can free up a hand.”
“Good idea,” he says with a chuckle. “I was about to ask you to reach into my pocket but that wouldn’t be appropriate before at least a date right?”
You bite your lip to stifle your laugh, thinking that you wouldn’t have minded at all.
As you take three more plants from him you get a clear view of his face and you can’t help but stare.
Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, framed by long, dark lashes and as your gaze sweeps over the rest of his face you realize he’s literally gorgeous.
“Hi,” you say far too breathily.
“Hey doll,” he answers with a megawatt smile but seemingly oblivious to your obvious appreciation as he opens the trunk and starts to place the plants down.
As he’s lightening the load of foliage Alpine starts to crawl up his arm until he’s settled comfortably on his shoulder.
Once his hands are free he extends one to you. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”
“Bucky,” you repeat, then give him your name. “How did you get that from James?”
He huffs out a laugh. “James Buchanan Barnes is my full name and my family shortened the middle and stuck with it.”
“That makes sense then,” you say lightly.
“Thanks again for the help. I’d probably still be wandering around the parking lot looking for my car if it weren’t for you,” he admits, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Glad I could help,” you say, meaning it. “You must have a lot of space for all these.”
You sweep your arm out, motioning to his trunk full of plants.
“Yeah, well…I mean sorta. It’s kinda gettin’ like a Tetris game, but I’ll make it work.”
He looks down at your feet, just now noticing your plant.
“I see you got a spider plant,” he says. “New plant parent?”
You nod before starting to bend down and pick it up. He stops you with a soft hand to your shoulder. “I’ll get it and let me walk you to your car at least.”
He grabs the plant and you see Alpine cling tighter to his shirt and shoulder. A few strands of hair fall loose from his hat and around his ear and when he stands again Alpine starts batting at them.
You cover your mouth, hoping your giggle won’t be heard but Bucky narrows his eyes playfully before explaining, “this cat is a menace.”
“Does he behave around all your plants?” you ask. “I bet they’re fun to bat around.”
You start to walk toward your car which is on the other side of the parking lot, chatting as you go.
“Actually, he does. I rescued him when he was just a kitten and started collecting plants around the same time so he’s used to them and knows he’s not allowed to mess around.”
You reach up and give Alpine a soft pat, cooing at him before you continue.
“I really hope I don’t kill this one,” you sigh, now glancing over at Spidey. “I love plants but they don’t love me.”
“That was me too,” he tells you. “It actually took me two spider plants before I got the hang of it. I still feel bad about the first two.”
“This is my third,” you say quietly, making a face. “Third plant. Not spider plant specifically. But to be fair the first two were definitely not starter plants. I don’t know what I was thinking…well, I do. They were really pretty, with these beautiful flowers- I love flowers- and I wanted them so…”
“I get it doll,” he says, “we all like pretty things.”
He looks at you, holding your stare and when you smile knowingly you see the pink creep along his cheeks again.
“So how many plants do you have?” you ask with a smirk.
“Umm,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s see…I mean there’s the kitchen and that’s probably one, two, three, four…and then the living room…one, two, three, four, five…” he continues on, talking mostly to himself as he counts and lifts his left hand to finish.
You notice he’s wearing a leather glove and when he’s done getting his final count he looks from you to where your eyes are focused.
“So if I’m counting right that’s over twenty-five plants,” he says sheepishly. “And uh…old war injury.” He twinkles the fingers on his left hand at you with a lopsided smirk.
“A plant connoisseur and a war hero,” you say, hoping your tone comes off as genuine as you mean it. “And you have the best cat!”
He brightens at your words and tugs Alpine from his shoulder, cradling him in the crook of his arm. His tight Henley does nothing to hide the bulge of his bicep and the best you can do is try to focus on how cute the cat is so you don’t blurt out any of the lascivious thoughts racing through your mind.
“He is the best cat!” Bucky boasts.
Bucky leans closer to you, as if he’s telling you a deep, dark secret, his voice low. “I have this plant on my balcony that attracts a lot of butterflies and he’s so good that he won’t even try to swat at them. He just sits on my chair and watches them all afternoon! But never goes after one.”
“Best. Cat. Ever.” You proclaim, scratching under Alpine’s chin. “And I bet they are beautiful to watch.”
“If you love flowers you’d love the plants on my balcony!” he says excitedly. “It’s like a rainbow. And I have this indoor desert rose plant that’s just incredible and my gardenia’s not only look amazing but they smell amazing too.”
Your smile only grows as he continues chattering on about all his flowering plants but he must realize he’s been rambling because he suddenly trails off and his eyes get wide.
“Oh man,” he stammers. “Shit, doll. I’m sorry. That was a lot.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot.
“I don’t mind at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it’s wonderful. Actually, I’m hoping you can give me some tips to keep Spidey alive.”
You pat the plant pot and then delicately rub one of the long, thin leaves.
“Spidey,” he says with a big smile. “I love that. And I name mine too.”
“Phew,” you say. “Thought I was going to be the weird one on that.”
“Tell you what,” he says. “I’d love to help you keep Spidey alive but only if you agree to meet me for coffee this weekend.”
You tap your finger to your chin, pretending to think it over. “What do you think Alpine?”
The cat blinks at you then meows loudly.
“He said you should,” Bucky interjects. “That was definitely a yes.”
“In that case, definitely a yes,” you say.
“That’s great doll!” Bucky replies with a grin. “How about Saturday?”
“Sounds perfect.”
After you exchange numbers and agree on a coffee shop between your two apartments you say goodbye.
“Thanks again for your help and I’m really looking forward to our coffee date,” he says, then clamps his mouth shut.
He stares at you with wide eyes again. “I uh…I didn’t mean date…what I meant was…”
“It’s ok,” you say softly, stepping closer and kissing his cheek. “I’m looking forward to our date too.”
@randomfandompenguin @book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @sebstanwhore @goldylions @littleseasiren @kmc1989 @lookiamtrying
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female reader#beefy!bucky x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#beefy bucky#plant!dad bucky#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#plant!dad bucky x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#bucky barnes au
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Bucky x Reader Masterlist [Part 1]
all Bucky x Reader fics I’ve reblogged and recommended!
Part 2 | Part 3 |
*Smut
Sincere by bonkywobble
Body by buckyswintersoldiermask [Bucky x Insecure Reader]
HC: Bucky when you get hurt on a mission by buckyswintersoldiermask
Safe Heaven by captainwans
Let Me Give You A Hand by angrythingstarlight
*Easy Love by babyboibucky
Soup & Cuddles by beyondspaceandstars
Begin Again by another-writer
Messing With Bucky’s Hair by elijahs-wife
Bucky Losing His Mind Over Domesticity by modern-vellichor
Our Space by babyboibucky
Kiss Me Goodnight by babyboibucky
*Angel on Her Knees by babyboibucky
*Good Morning by angrythingstarlight
Then. Now. Always. by gogolucky13
A Little Old Fashioned by gogolucky13
Do you still love me? by thatfangirl42
Slow Dancing by baroquebucky
Soft Bucky Headcanons by baroquebucky
Coffee Date Drabble by thundering-barnes
You Cheeky Slink by my-simp-land
Bruises by baroquebucky
Bucky’s love language by noshame-bb
Love Language by capxwinter
Birth Day by ughhheragain
nsfw alphabet: Bucky Barnes by slutkovia
Booknerd Bucky Headcanon by stuckysgirl
2:48 a.m. by sergeantxrogers
Bedside by blueseasfanfics
Bucky waking up Reader Headcanon by buckyblues
Bucky comes back from a mission in a bad mood HC by avenging-fandoms
Game Night by lunaserenade
Lover is a Day by baroquebucky
Those Days by babyboibucky
I’m Breaking Up With You by cumonbucky
A Hundred Years From Today by jettia
Cuddling with Bucky HC by cap-n-stuff
Stealing his clothes by buckyswintersoldiermask
Dancing with Bucky HC by sebbystansbabydoll
Reader wants attention by awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield
*Guilty Pleasure by x-childish-x
*Blissful Living by jobean12-blog [also dad!bucky]
The Next Step by thecornerlot
Bucky Barnes: The Plant Doctor by the-daydream-queen
Uno by thatfangirl42
Reader likes Bucky’s dog tags HC by baroquebucky
*Casual Conversations by bitchassbucky
You’re not going to work by winter-soldier-vibes
Baby let’s stay home tonight by ironmansuucks
*Returning The Favour (part 2) by acourtofsnakes
What a Nightmare by buckybarnesdiaries
how bucky reacts to you... by wintersfilm
Coffee Cups and Morning Promises by iliveiloveiwrite
Military!Reader is exhausted HC by world-of-aus
who the hell is james barnes? by euphoric-barnes
Lazy Day with Bucky Drabble by buckyblues
Salty Kisses by strwbrrybucky
It’s A Match by strwbrrybucky
Hygge by the-bau-quinjet
Play Fight by blueseasfanfics
Your Touch by marvelettesassemblenow
Bandaging up an Injury by ohbuckie
Brading Bucky’s Hair by lokithealligator
Types of Kisses by forever-rogue
Play Pretend Part 1 & *Part 2 by wkemeup
Bucky x Plus size!reader by buckysbiota
Hold Me, Please by starknik22
Grumpy Bucky Barnes by forever-rogue
Little Black Dress by thefallenbibliophilequote
Bucky’s Little Tricks by buckysboobs
*Oh La La by jobean12-blog
Dirty Paws & Wet Kisses by sunshineandaisies
dream a little dream of me by blissfullybarnes
Early Mornings With Bucky Would Include by bucky-laufeyson
Scared of loosing you by spidervveb
A Puppy by soldierswar
A Handful of Love by jobean12-blog
*Angel by winter-james
*teaching you how to deepthroat by buckyhoney
*Midnight Bucky Drabble by xxindiglow
Home by barnestuff
Period Care Headcanons by bloodorangesoup
*Tiny by bucksfucks
When he’s away by pellucid-constellations
Oh, Honey by wellwellfuckmewell
*In his arms by bibbidibobbidibucky
Pregnancy Drabble by barnestuff
*Needy Bucky Drabble by angrythingstarlight
*Dom!Bucky by becca-e-barnes
*Oral Fixation by boxofbonesfic
*Skype/Sex w/ Bucky by boxofbonesfic
*Writers Block Pt. Two by sagechanoafterdark
*A beefy!Bucky happy trail by angrythingstarlight
Menace by cupidsbarnes
Jealous by pellucid-constellations
Wash Day by rommahh
*Dom!Bucky by becca-e-barnes
*Lover vs Lover - Don’t Give In by jobean12-blog
Bucky Bear by buchananssmolbean
Pretty by barnestuff
Bucky with Alpine drabble by angrythingstarlight
Mornings like this by dailyreverie
*Bucky has a size kink by angrythingstarlight
Your Age is Showing by floatingpetals
Quiet by artromantics
*let me help by bibbidibobbidibucky
Dating Badboy!Bucky Barnes in high school would include by buckys-moonbeam
*Dom!Bucky by becca-e-barnes
*Head empty just thots by angrythingstarlight
*Beefy!Bucky Drabble by angrythingstarlight
Hundreds of Kisses by jobean12-blog
*Play Pretend by wkemeup
touch by barnestuff
good morning kisses by houseravenclaws
In His Arms by onlyjamesbarnes
The normal amount of (horny) cuddling by fbfh
cleaning up by bibbidibobbidibucky
Endearing Nicknames by celebrities-imagines
Here To Help by itsjustmelainey
Bikini by artromantics
Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox by pellucid-constellations
language by barnestuff
Giggly Cuddles by dailyreverie [poc!reader]
*Lessons in Exercise by angrythingstarlight
Drabble by bemine-bucky
It’s All Fun and Games by jobean12-blog
#mine#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#fic recs#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#marvel#mcu
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Sharing My Sweetheart
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
Warnings: none! this is all soft.
Word Count: 1.9k
Synopsis: You and Bucky talk with his daughter about your relationship.
This goes along side the Teacher's Favorite series! You can read this as a stand alone but it would help to read the first two!
Request by @bucksdolll + i forgot to tag originally and i feel so bad! thank you so much ⭐️
Teacher's Favorite AU || Masterlist
Elaine was an observant girl.
Always taking notice of small changes to her surroundings. She noticed when the neighbors planted new daisies in their flower beds or when a picture frame was slightly off center. She could connect the dots like no other child you knew, but she didn’t think twice about you being around more often.
To her you just wanted to be around her more, and her dad suddenly being more affectionate just meant that he was being a good friend.
A very good friend.
Even now as you sat on the couch with Bucky throwing himself all over you, in an appropriate way of course. As appropriate as he could be considering Elaine was sitting on the floor watching TV. It was a weekend and still you somehow managed to be busy all day. You’d been graciously chosen to help clean out one of the school’s storage units. Needless to say, you were exhausted. An entire day filled with sorting through ancient files and totes full of unused office supplies was very taxing on the mind.
You didn’t have the energy to get him to take it easy on his affections, and truth be told you were perfectly comfortable letting him be affectionate right then. “M’not happy you’re letting them cut in on my time.” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head. You sighed snuggling further into him – if that were even possible. Somehow you’d gone from sitting up straight to essentially laying on top of Bucky with your head resting on his chest. “Sorry. I didn’t really want to do it anyways, but if I did it this weekend I wouldn’t have to do it on one of our longer weekends.” You explained, your words dissolving into a yawn.
Bucky slipped his hands under your shirt slightly dragging his fingers down your back. That feeling combined with listening to him talk about everything he and Elaine got into was enough to make you almost fall asleep. Closing your eyes you felt yourself slowly slipping from reality, and not long after you were asleep. Occasionally you would wake up a little, hearing the TV or little Elaine’s feet against the hardwood floor passing back and forth.
“Hey, quiet steps bug.”
“Oh, okay! I’m sorry daddy.”
“It’s okay. Sweetheart’s sleepy today.”
You didn't need to have your eyes open to know she had walked over to the both of you. Reaching out she lightly put her little hand on your face, just enough to barely feel her. “Why is she sleepy?” She asked. Bucky explained in the simplest of terms everything you'd done during the day. While listening she kept her hand on your face occasionally patting your cheek.
You couldn’t recall a time in which you felt so loved. Of course there was family love, and friend love - but this was so different. It was the feeling of being appreciated and cared for by people who had no obligation to do so. Bucky didn’t have to care about you and neither did Elaine. They’d both roped you into their world as if it were destiny.
“Is she going to have a sleepover again?” Elaine asked, and you opened your eyes at that. She noticed laughing as your eyelashes fluttered against her hand. “What do you mean bug?” Bucky asked. Climbing up onto the couch she waited a moment before you raised up. Smiling at her messy hair you pulled her into your lap. After making herself comfortable she looked up at Bucky.
“Sometimes you and sweetheart have a sleepover. Like when I go to Molly’s house.” Elaine explained. Bucky looked a little pale realizing just how aware she was. For a split second you were afraid she heard something late at night, but you quickly shoved the thought away not wanting to deal with the embarrassment. He sat up and gave you a worried look. “Sort of.” He said laughing nervously. He looked more nervous to have this conversation than you felt.
It was only a matter of explaining it to her in a way she could understand.
“Do you remember the book we read the other day, Annie and Snowball and the Wedding Day?” You asked, giving Bucky a reassuring look. Lucky for you, your lesson plans recently have revolved around the concept of family. Blended families, nuclear families, single parent families, childless families, and every other type of family one could imagine. Each sort of family had a corresponding book to go along with it. The one you were thinking of now closely resembled your current situation. A father with a daughter meeting someone new and learning to understand that new relationship.
“Mhm. Annie’s dad likes Martha.” She said. Disregarding the pride you felt in the fact she had retained that information, you nodded. Bucky seemed just as intrigued as she was. You shifted a little wondering how you could phrase your next words. “Well, that’s kind of like me and your daddy.” You said cautiously. Basically jumping out of your lap she turned to look at you with big eyes.
“You’re going to get married?!”
You shared a look with Bucky before the both of you began laughing nervously. Reaching out, Bucky pulled her into his lap kissing her cheek. “No, no marriage right now.” Bucky said shooting you a sly wink. Feeling your skin get hot you shook your head at him. “We just like each other a lot.” He said simply. Staring at her face you could practically see the gears turning in her little mind.
“Does that mean you’re having a baby?”
Really you could’ve fainted, but this was a child’s mind. A basic understanding of relationships. People kiss, they get married, and have a baby. If only it were that simple. Bucky shrugged with a smug look on his face and you reached out, flicking his cheek. Mouthing an ‘ ow ‘ you shook your head at her. “No. It just means we’re very good friends.” You said, trying to avoid the actual words. Elaine was looking back and forth between you, trying to make sense of it all.
“She’s my girlfriend, and I’m her boyfriend.”
For some reason that clicked with her better than your simple explanation. You internally questioned your ability to make a rather harsh topic digestible for children. Standing up on the couch she bounced up and down for a minute making an odd squealing noise. Once she stopped her hair was all in her face and she threw herself back into Bucky’s arm. You watched her wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.
“Does that mean I can have a boyfriend?” Bucky’s eyes went wide and you fell into fits of laughter. Elaine looked at him waiting for an answer as you laughed. “No. You can’t ever have a boyfriend.” He said with a ridiculous scowl on his face. Elaine began asking why and Bucky had an unlimited will to fight over the subject. Watching the both of them you realized how special your situation was. Elaine didn’t care if you were her teacher or her dad’s significant other. She just cared about you. She didn’t care about all the details - she was too young to.
“Sweetheart! Can I have a boyfriend? You have one!” She turned around giving you the most convincing puppy eyes you’d ever seen. Reaching out you wrapped your arms around her sighing. Just giggling like the happy girl she was, you took a deep breath smelling her watermelon scented shampoo. Bucky was watching the both of you with a faint smile on his face. “Maybe when you’re older.” You suggested. Of course that devolved into her asking how long she had to wait, how many boyfriends she could have, and why she couldn’t have one right then.
“Okay, no more boyfriend talk. It’s bedtime.” Bucky said, scooping her up into his arms. She only whined for a few minutes, begrudgingly agreeing to going through her nighttime routine. You followed them up the stairs standing in the doorway of the bathroom and watching them. Bucky got her toothbrush ready and took an ungodly amount of bows out of her hair. Watching them gave you a sense of being complete. Like you were now part of something bigger than yourself. You loved watching Bucky be nothing but devoted to his daughter, and you felt privileged to be involved in his most important role in life.
“Can you braid my hair sweetheart?” Elaine asked with toothpaste smeared across her cheek. You agreed, standing behind her as she followed the little timer brushing each quadrant of her teeth. Pulling her hair between your fingers you braided each of the strands together trying not to focus on the fact that you could feel Bucky staring at you. Just before you finished Bucky handed you one of the little rubber bands watching as you tied off the end of the braid. Elaine thanked you before dashing towards her bedroom.
Looking over at Bucky he was leaning against the counter with a smile on his face. Like usual, you felt a little flustered under his gaze before questioning his stare. Your uneasiness only proved to agg him on. “I love you.” He said, putting his hands on your face and giving you a rather passionate kiss. The feeling of him smiling against your lips made you smile as well. “Alright. Elaine. Is. Waiting.” You said in-between each of his kisses. Playfully swatting at him you made him pull away then dragging him down the hall. Filtering out his whining you could hear Elaine rustling around in her room. Walking into the room you saw her struggling to fix her fitted sheet.
Letting go of Bucky you helped her stretch the purple sheets over the bed and she gave you a hug as thanks. Hopping into bed she waited for Bucky to come over and tuck her in. Their routine was simple yet effective, because the moment he started adjusting the comforter over her she began yawning. “Alright. Sweet dreams bug. I love you.” He said, kissing her forehead. Leaning forward she kissed his cheek before yawning again. “I love you.” She said. Observing both of them you felt like your heart was melting.
Something about the most handsome man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing being such a good father was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.
“I love you too sweetheart.” She said looking over at you with half-lidded eyes. Your heart was ready to burst as you walked over giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you Elaine.” You said quietly, watching the ever inviting sense of rest wash over her. Like that her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed herself to sleep. Bucky pulled you out of the room as you tried fending off the happy tears that threatened your eyes. Clicking the door behind him quietly he turned and gave you a look you couldn’t quite read.
“So, are we going to make a baby or what?”
You were ripped out of your previous emotion gasping at his all to forward nature. “Bucky, I love you, but oh my god!” You whispered smacking his arm. Laughing he leaned forward giving you a kiss.
“Hey, she asked, not me.”
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Just For Tonight But Maybe Forever
Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: Bucky agrees to be your fake boyfriend for the family gathering, little did you know his parents are also there.
Warnings: Fake dating au, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, fluff, teasing from his mother.
Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and my prompt was a fake dating/mutual pining/friends to lovers where reader invites Bucky to the family gathering not knowing your parents are friends with his parents, double the trouble. I hope I pulled it off! 🤍 thank you so much for your patience!
Words: 1,152
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Bucky leaned in and whispered as the two of you strolled up the long gravelled drive, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
“Of course, they are going to love you!” You smiled back, trying not to stare too long in those blue eyes of his. Bucky looked handsome as ever; a beard dusting his face with little specks of grey between the darker hairs. A man bun that you highly approved of and a black shirt with matching jeans. Not to mention his cologne was to die for, and it took most of your willpower to not lean in and take a deep inhale.
Bucky was also a very well mannered man, rarely did he cuss in front of you or use crude language unlike his friend and roommate Clint. So this plan of yours had to work. You spent two consecutive days trying to twist his arm and persuade him to come to your family gathering, with promises of good food and free drinks. You could have asked any of your male friends to tag along, but you just wanted Bucky.
Bucky was your soulmate and you grew close very quickly and eventually ended up doing everything together; movie nights, shopping or just hanging out and talking over a glass of something or other. It wasn’t very long before you started to feel something for him; the pang of jealousy when another girl was always trying her luck. Same for Bucky when a random guy was asking for your number. Bucky didn’t date. He never told you why exactly, but that was just something else you had in common as you rarely dated too. Not when your feelings for Bucky were so strong, it felt wrong almost.
You knock the door with the gold lion door knocker and wait patiently. Bucky takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. You stare down at your joined hands before meeting the mischievous look in his eyes.
“Gotta look real, right?” He winks. You gulp and nod, wishing it was real, wishing Bucky was your real boyfriend instead of your fake boyfriend just for today. Wishing he–”
“Y/N! Hi!” Your mother greets as she opens the door, her arms pulling you into a hug but your grip on Bucky’s hand never loosens.
“Hi mom, this is Bucky.” Pointing at Bucky, he’s already kissing her on the cheek.
“Really nice to meet you Mrs Y/L/N. I can see where your daughter gets her good looks from.” You giggle and shake your head.
Oh, Barnes.
“Bucky…” you warn playfully.
“What? It’s true, you’re a goddess and now I know why.” He stares at you the whole time the words slip off his tongue as though it was the most natural thing in the world to say.
“He’s such a charmer! Well come on in you two! Let’s introduce you to everyone!” Your mother chuckles, interrupting your little moment.
The family gathering was something your parents had been organising for the past few months. A chance to catch up with people, have fun and unwind. She was excited when you told her you would be bringing your boyfriend so your family could meet him and love him as much as you do.
“The food smells great.” Bucky grins, rubbing his growing stomach. You smile, patting his hard stomach as the two of you walk through the house and into the backyard.
Children were splashing around in the pool while the adults were sitting on the deck sipping their drinks and already tucking into the food.
“The gathering is huge!” You exclaim, looking around at everyone. You move forward but notice Bucky isn’t moving. “Buck? What is it, what’s wrong?” His eyes are staring in one direction and you follow it to a couple sitting on some loungers, laughing and soaking up the sun. “Who are they?” You ask him in a whisper, your mother going on ahead and not noticing you’ve stopped following her.
“They are my parents.” He swallows, face paling when his father makes eye contact with Bucky.
“Oh shit.”
“Oh shit indeed. They are going to roast us.”
“Wait, us?”
“Aw hey! It’s my lovely son and the girl he’s been crushing on ever since he met her; hello my dear!” His mom screeches, pulling you into a hug while his dad stands behind with his hands in his pockets.
“Mom, dad this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my mom Winnifred and my dad George.”
“So nice to meet you!” You grin, already loving his mother’s enthusiasm.
“We’ve heard so much about you dear, my son is really smitten and madly in love with you.”
“Mom!!!” Bucky cringes, sweating from the pores and his heart racing.
“Oh really? Well, I am also madly in love with your son. He’s fabulous and I love him.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Oh that’s lovely. So when are you two getting married and giving us some grandchildren?”
“Isn’t that Peggy over there mom? I think she’s calling you. Yeah she is, go and see what she wants.” Bucky gently shoves Winnie in the direction of Peggy and his father who didn’t speak a word follows behind her.
“Doll, I am so sor-” you cut him by planting your lips on his and inviting him in a searing kiss. A kiss that’s filled with want, need, passion and love.
Cheers and applauds force you apart and you dip your head to hide your embarrassment. Bucky tucks a finger under your chin to meet your eyes, a loving smile on his lips.
“What I said about you, it wasn’t a lie.” You told him, referring to what you had told his mother just moments ago.
“What she said wasn't a lie either. I just wish it had come from me.” He chuckles shyly, knowing there are people still watching you.
“If she hadn't said anything, would you have ever told me?”
Bucky puckers his lip as he thinks, his fingers digging into your waist. A light feathered kiss on your forehead sends you swooning.
“Probably not.”
The rest of the evening flew by quickly, you got on so well with his parents and you even met his sister Rebecca. It was night-time when you were finally alone again, you were leaning on the railing looking up at the stars when you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his lips against your shoulder.
“So I’ve been meaning to ask you, doll.” He whispers. You turn your head slightly to look at him, your features illuminated by the moonlight and Bucky can’t believe this is really happening.
“What’s that?” You bit your lip. Enveloping his large hands with your own.
“Will you be my girl? For real and not just for tonight.”
Your smile grows, pecking him on the lips. “I would love nothing more.”
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from the mind of bucky barnes;
diary entries and blog posts (bassist!bucky au)
series
❝ My daughter is a month old today. ❞
❝ I haven’t made a post here in a while, because I don’t have the time or the energy to say anything meaningful. At least not in an organized or articulate way.
She’s in her bassinet right now. She snores a little, like her mom does, but in that cute way that floods my entire body with an inexplicable amount of love and adoration. An amount that I had no idea that I was capable of feeling until thirty days ago.
She is so small—born at thirty-six weeks, and I thank God every day that she didn’t end up in the NICU—that I could hold her in my cupped hands if I wasn’t so terrified of dropping her. Granted, my hands are also pretty big. But, really, she is very small.
Such a small thing and I am so obsessed with her.
My girlfriend says that she looks like me. The first time she said it, she was kidding; you know how babies look like aliens when they first pop out, and how everyone who has ever claimed to have an adorable newborn has been lying? We laughed about it, with tears in our eyes and our hands shaking violently, because it still didn’t feel real. Like we’d have to give her back soon, and be forced out of our little fantasy world in which we had our own, perfect, real-life baby.
I don’t want her to look like me. I have my mother’s eyes, and her smile—very European, full of crooked teeth and a tongue that habitually parrots the sounds of my parents whenever I’m thinking out loud. But I have my father’s eyebrows, and his nose, and his lips. I have his hairline, which I’m certain is the only blessing that he gave me. He had a full head of thick, dark hair that didn’t seem to be going anywhere before he passed. Something to look forward to, I suppose, but I digress.
I think she looks like her mom. Totally breathtaking. Utterly stunning.
Nobody has ever been this lucky; as in, as lucky as I am, to be living this life with these girls.
I call my mom constantly, which isn’t so much different from when we were expecting. Just, instead of, “What do I do when Y/N’s crying and won’t stop?” it’s become, “What do I do when Becca’s crying and won’t stop?���
I feel bad, but my mom was a young parent as well, so there’s not really anyone who understands it quite like her. ”It,” being thrust from your teenage years almost directly into parenthood. She’s also my mommy, and I love her, and she always knows what she’s doing, and I never know what I’m doing.
I sincerely wonder when I will reach that level of adulthood—the one where you don’t use Google to see if your pasta’s actually done because you don’t trust your own judgement. (Does it worry anyone else that I’m somebody’s dad now?)
I am so tired. I have not worn an entire outfit of clean clothes in a month. I haven’t showered in two days. I haven’t had sex in five weeks, and I probably won’t for another three, at least.
I am elated. I have never been so happy to wake up at four in the morning to screaming from beside my face. I am thrilled to bundle up my child and take her on walks around the blocks that surround our apartment building, because we don’t have a house or a neighborhood yet. We won’t for a while, because I need to stay out here for the band for a little while longer, and I won’t buy a house in Los Angeles.
I will plant this family’s roots in New York, where my mother arrived when she was twenty and seven months pregnant with me. Where I had only left once—to tag along on a family vacation with a high school girlfriend—before almost two years ago now, when the band was being signed to a label out here, in California.
I’m holding her now, and she’s nodding off against my shoulder, which I’m taking as a cue to set my laptop down so that I can rub her back and kiss her fuzzy head while she sleeps.
I would kill and die for her. In a heartbeat. I would lose another arm, I would take another beating, I would graciously accept another night in jail.
I just love her. ❞
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Moral of the Story. Chapter 11.
Series Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N
Word Count: 5500+ (It’s a longer one folks)
A/N: I capped this chapter at 2200 words and then thought, you know what? Let’s add a little backstory and characteristic people sometimes forget in the AU versions of Bucky. Did I get carried away? Yes, and I’m so glad that I did:)
Chapter Eleven:
“Whatcha guys looking at?” Bucky asked as he stepped behind the three on the steps.
Y/N’s dad’s backyard was definitely one you would never picture for someone living in New York. So when you saw the perfect white picket fence that surrounded the decent size lot they had, you would think you’re in a small town suburb and not Brooklyn.
Sherri loved to garden when she wasn’t at the hospital and Thomas loved to build. So he built her a little plot where she grew different fruits and vegetables and another plot of different flowers and herbs. Each section was blocked off by it’s own short fence to keep out any animals they needed to worry about. And it was spring too, so everything was in bloom.
Towards the back was a giant tree that held a homemade swing that was just barely younger than Y/N. On the fence line, behind and all around it, held rose bushes and different arrays of carnations that Y/N had planted way back when. They were her favorite flowers.
And on the porch they sat on, there was a hanging porch swing off to the left and a set up of patio furniture to the right. The porch was large and railed with string lights wrapped around it to accommodate late night talks or early morning coffee breaks.
That backyard held more memories than either could possibly remember.
“There’s a family of pill bugs on the steps,” Lily answered as Y/N looked up and sent a simple smile before looking down at Bennett, not expecting Bucky to come out there.
“Really?” Bucky gasped in an over exaggerated way before he sat next to the little girl. She was the only thing separating him and Y/N.
“Yeah, look!” she said excitedly, picking one up and offering it to Bucky. “This one’s big.”
“This one is really big,” Bucky agreed. “Maybe he should lay off the donuts and stick with the grass he’s supposed to be eating,” he teased.
Lily giggled and shook her head. “You’re silly!”
“Am I?”
“Very.”
Y/N laughed from the side lines and Bucky turned at the sound. He wasn’t expecting her to be looking straight at him and when they made eye contact, surprisingly she held it instead of instantly looking away.
She smirked some before turning back to Bennett who began bouncing in her lap.
“You want a little bug too?” she laughed as he reached for it. “Here.” She gently reached down and picked up the pill bug that right away, rolled into a ball in her hand. After a few seconds, it opened up and began crawling around in her palm. “Look at that speedy little thing. No where close to as lazy as the one that Lily has,” she laughed as Bennett followed it with his own finger but didn’t touch it.
Bucky watched the interaction grinning in a boyish manner at the simplicity and sweetness of the act. Something about it just made him look at Y/N in a different manner. He knew she was always good with kids. She used to babysit and nanny all the time in highschool for extra money.
But watching it now at an age where she herself could be a mom, it… It was different.
“Manny! Don’t play with that! That’s Gram’s roses and they could hurt you!” Lily was quick to jump up and run over to her little brother. She was definitely the big sister when it came to watching over the little boy.
“God, can’t take your eyes off of him for two seconds, can you?” Y/N chuckled, her hand still holding the insect, but her eyes watching the little black haired girl reprimand her brother.
“Not just Denise and John who have their hands full. Looks like Lily is part of the group too,” Bucky laughed with her. When he looked back at her, he saw she had gone back to Bennett who was lazily leaning back into her and his eyes were starting to look heavy.
“He’s going to be out in a few minutes. I can feel it,” Y/N said, noticing what Bucky was.
“I would have to agree,” Bucky smiled, watching the little guy get comfortable.
Y/N turned him in her lap and he laid his head on her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her neck.
“Mind helping me up? I think the porch swing may be a little more comfortable,” she said, leaning back with the toddler's weight.
“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Bucky was quick to offer a hand. He helped her stand up and laid his own hand on Bennett’s back for extra support.
The two moved to the porch swing and instead of sitting by her, Bucky stood by the railing half turned to the kids in the yard and half to Y/N not sure if he should sit.
It was a little hotter than he expected and the leather jacket wasn’t aiding in keeping him cool. He shrugged it off and threw it over the railing before straightening his t-shirt underneath.
“The scars look better,” Y/N said softly from the side.
Bucky was confused at first and realized she meant his arm.
“Oh,” he said, lifting his arm and analyzing it as if it were the first time for him to see it too. “Looks a lot better than the last time you saw them,” he chuckled restlessly.
“You’ve added some decoration to them,” she made note of.
“Um, yeah… A little after we broke up,” he shook his head. “I… I got a little insecure about them. Sam knew a guy who did cover ups and the biggest one was the first one I did.”
He had what looked like random tattoos lining his arm and said scars, but there were still other scars that weren’t covered.
“I remember that night. It was one of the scariest nights of my life I’m pretty sure,” she took a deep breath thinking back. “At least top 5.”
Back in highschool, about junior year, Bucky was gifted a motorcycle from a family friend of theirs. His dad, George, used to ride them and Bucky took up after him. But he was only 13 when he lost his dad, so he had to teach himself a majority of the riding part.
Said family friend gave him pointers, and Bucky had enough knowledge from his dad driving him that he felt confident enough to have his own.
Y/N was against it for the most part. She saw it as a death trap waiting to take whoever was riding it, life. But she also knew Bucky saw it as a connection to his dad. It was something that they bonded over when they fixed up George's small collection of his bikes, and it was something that they would spend hours working on.
That small detail meant the world to Bucky and the fact he could carry on that small piece with him, made him light up brighter than the stars in the night sky. So she drove with him on it on special occasions, but for the most part didn’t care for the death contraption.
One night during their junior year, she got a call in the middle of the night from Winnie.
The couple had a fight about something stupid earlier that evening and Bucky left Y/N’s house on angry terms.
Something about prom and how Bucky didn’t want to go, but it was also their first year to be able to attend prom so Y/N really wanted to go. It wasn’t Bucky’s scene getting all dressed up to dance to be watched by their teachers for a few hours while they drank soda and listened to censored music.
Anytime they had a fight like that, which wasn’t often, but did happen, Bucky liked to take his bike out for a ride to clear his mind. Y/N had told him on multiple occasions that it wasn’t safe and he would get hurt if he was in a bad mindset while driving, but because she said that when they were arguing, it made him want to do it even more.
Winnie had called at 2:03 in the morning, holding back sobs as she explained to Y/N what had happened.
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“Winnifired? Is everything ok?” Y/N asked in a tired tone. She had cried herself to sleep that night because the prom argument was about more than just the prom. It led into a whole discussion about Bucky and her relationship and it got rocky at the end.
“Um, no,” she said through deep breaths as she tried to control her sniffling.
Y/N jumped up from her position in bed and moved stray pieces of her ponytail out of her face.
“Winnie, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” she said frantically.
“Now, I know I shouldn’t worry you. You’re only a junior in highschool for christ sake,” she said more to herself. But Y/N was mature for her age. Her mom always making her be the bigger person, aged her unfortunately. “But I tried calling your dad. He isn’t picking up. I tried even calling your mom and she isn’t picking up either. I didn’t want to call you sweetheart, but-”
“Winnie, Winnie. It’s ok. Just tell me what’s wrong?” She was already out of bed with her bedside lamp on. She was blinking fast and clearing her throat in an attempt to wake up faster.
“It’s Bucky. He got into an accident and he’s in the ER,” she said. Y/N’s heart stopped at that. “They just rushed him back into emergency surgery, but they don’t know how long it’ll be.”
“What?” Y/N said in a breath that had just been punched out of her.
“Becca is at the neighbor’s house, and it’s just me here,” Winnie sniffled out. The sound of a panic attack approaching was clear in her voice.
“Shh, shh,” Y/N began to sooth. “It’s ok. I’m getting dressed right now and I’m going to go wake my dad up, ok? We’ll be there in a little. We’re only about 10 minutes from the hospital, so we should be there in no time at all.”
“Y/N, it’s not good. His arm is all torn up and I think I heard them say something about a broken bone,” Winnie said in between short breaths. “He’s only 17. He’s just too young. I couldn’t handle it if he-”
“No, hey, hey, hey. We are not going to think like that, ok? Bucky is too strong for this, ok? He’s going to be fine.”
Everything she was saying she was trying to make herself believe as well. She had tears working their way down her cheeks, but she wasn’t going to fall apart when Bucky’s mom needed her.
They had just lost George 4 years prior and she still wasn’t 100 % from that.
“Do you need me to stay on the phone with you until I get to the hospital?” Y/N asked.
“Um…” There was a pause as she could hear the phone be pulled away. “No, no. You guys get here safely. I think I see a nurse coming, so I’m going to fill out some paperwork. Just keep me updated on when you guys get here.”
“Ok, that’s perfect. Ask the nurse if there’s any update and I’ll text you as we go, ok? Call if you need me. We’ll be there in 15 minutes tops.”
They said their goodbyes and Y/N rushed to throw an old sweatshirt over her pajama pants. She rushed downstairs and woke up her dad who had fell asleep on the couch watching one of his crime shows late at night.
He was already dressed and threw on some shoes and they rushed to the hospital.
Winnie was in such shock, she didn’t even notice the two come into the waiting room. It wasn’t until Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder that she registered them.
“Oh, Y/N,” she shuddered before breaking down in her arms. The two melting into the other’s embrace and crying together. Thomas stood behind them and placed a hand on Winnie while rubbing Y/N’s back.
He was just as scared, but he needed to hold it together in his mind for the two.
“How is he? Any update?” Y/N asked once they finally pulled away and sniffled their tears some. Thomas brought a tissue box for them both.
“He’s going to be ok, the nurse said. He lost a lot of blood and his left arm got torn up pretty good. A broken wrist, but surprisingly no nerve damage. Just some tissue damage. Um, and something about his right foot may need to be in a boot for a little. A sprain or something. I couldn’t quite comprehend much after she said he was ok.”
“Will he be out of surgery soon?” she asked.
“Yeah, they said they're almost finished and he should be in a room within the next hour.”
“Good, good,” Y/N let out a bumpy sigh of relief. She turned over seeing the clipboard with information half filled out.
Winnie noticed where her eyes went and she shook her head.
“I couldn’t concentrate for longer than a minute before worry took over my thoughts. I’ll take care of it-” she started grabbing the clipboard.
“Hey, it’s ok. I can fill out a good chunk of it. Why don’t you go get some coffee or water?” Y/N gently took the clipboard and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Dad, can you take her to get a cup of water?”
“Of course,” Thomas said, coming around and helping her up.
“You don’t have to-”
“Hey, it’s ok. You have us for a reason. Let us help,” Y/N smiled reassuringly to the brown haired woman.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Winnie said after a second. She patted Y/N’s cheek before using Thomas as support to the water machine across the hall.
Y/N went through and answered a majority of the questions on the multitude of sheets on the clipboard. A lot of it is just repetitive fill-ins of information. Perks of knowing someone your whole life, you can fill in medical history, addresses, birthdates, and allergies easily. The rest could be done by Winnie when she was in the right mindset.
Eventually they came back and Thomas had a glass of water for Y/N too. They waited for what felt like forever, before a nurse came out and said he was ready for visitors. He was asleep with a ton of pain meds keeping him under.
They let Winnie go in first and they gave her a second alone with him. Eventually she waved them in and they all sat around listening to what the doctor had come to conclusion. The whole time Y/N held his hand that was less injured and just had some scraps and signs of slight road rash on his forearms.
“He got lucky,” the doctor began. “The police said that the wreck wasn’t his fault. Apparently, he was on some back roads that weren’t well lit and were single laned. The other driver wasn’t paying attention to his lane size and drifted into James’s, side swiping him. His arm got most of the damage and thankfully the helmet took a good chunk of the hit as well. He had a dislocated shoulder that we put back into place. He rolled his ankle in what we believe was him rolling off the motorcycle, causing a pretty bad sprain but nothing more, and we thought he had a spiral fracture on the wrist, but luckily it was just a stress fracture. In other words a hairline fracture that should heal rather quickly compared to the other.”
He flipped the paper on his clipboard and looked at another sheet.
“Of course, his arms got pretty torn up tissue wise and will definitely leave some scarring. We have some amazing laser surgeons who could clear up a lot of them, but there was some deep tissue scarring. It’s not going to be an easy healing process, but it shouldn’t affect him in the long run of mobility.”
They thanked the doctor as he left, and he told them to buzz the nurses if they needed anything. He should wake up within the next hour or so, but he may be a little out of it.
It was about 5 in the morning by the time he did wake up. Winnie had been sent home by Thomas and though she didn’t want to, she needed to call insurance, her work, and school to update them later. Plus she was running on fumes.
Y/N told her she would stay since it was the weekend and she didn’t have anything planned for Saturday. She would call her when he did wake up and she could come back there.
“You’re going to get a crick in your neck if you sleep like that,” Y/N heard right before she nodded off for the 100th time in the last hour.
She looked up and saw a dopey look of her boyfriend laying back in the hospital bed. She nearly jumped up and lost her balance with how fast she ran to his bedside.
“Oh, God, Bucky!” she shouted, grabbing his face in her hands.
“I love you, but I’m a little sore,” he said through his lips that were pursued by her hands squeezing his cheeks.
“You son of a bitch,” she grunted, slapping his good leg that hadn’t been injured and instantly changing her disposition.
“Ow!” he groaned. “What did I do to deserve the mood change?” he coughed some as he sat up some and grunted. “Shit, that doesn’t feel good,” he huffed looking at his wrapped up arm and wincing.
When he looked back at Y/N he saw her face was red and slightly puffy from past tears, and those beautiful eyes of hers were slowly starting to water up again at the state he was in.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart,” he said hushed, bringing his good hand up to her cheek. Ready to catch any drop that threatened to escape. “I’m ok. I’m alive. Just a little beat up,” he attempted to smile some, but the bruising and small cuts on his face looked painful.
“You could’ve been killed,” she practically whimpered, not being able to hold the tears that were on the brink of falling.
“I could be killed any second of any day, beautiful, but looks like it’s going to take a lot to get me there,” he said trying to ease the tension, but failing and getting another slap to his good leg. “Ow! Stop it! I’m in a literal hospital bed!” he pouted.
“Do you know how stupid that was Bucky?!” she said, standing up quickly and starting to pace the room. “I know we had a disagreement, but everytime you go and ride that damn bike with your mind all scattered, it’s going to get you buried 6 feet under one day!” He was about to interrupt her, but she was on a rampage and she wasn’t going to stop until she got everything she wanted to say out.
“And God! You’re poor mom called me crying and on the verge of a panic attack. I thought she was going to be the next one admitted into the ER with how freaked out she was! It was 2 in morning, I had just cried myself to sleep because of our fight, and I get a call that you’re in emergency surgery.”
“Doll-”
“Becca’s at your neighbors house. I had to text her updates and I’m sure she's up and freaked out too since she can’t be here. I had to send your mom home because she was barely functioning with the little sleep and stress that she’s enduring.”
“Y/N-”
“Then the doctor said that it wasn’t your fault and I wanted to be angry. Oh, I wanted to be angry… But it was instead some loser who was too busy looking at his phone on the backroads at one in morning to realize there was another person in the lane next to him.” She paused her pacing and turned, pointing a finger at Bucky who slightly straightened at the look on her face. “And trust me, if I find out what room that guys in in this hospital, I’m going to make sure he gets an extra week here just by the beating I’m going to give him from being an absolute MORON!”
“Um, sweetheart. You’re scaring me…”
“And all for what Bucky? All because of a stupid prom disagreement? That’s what almost got you a nice mahogany casket at the age of 17? An argument about having to get dressed up in a tux or nice suit and see me dressed in a gown? All because you would rather go to a party than tolerate a few hours of adults chaperoning us as we dance? That’s what caused this whole mess?”
She huffed from her lungs begging for her to let air in. He wasn’t even sure if she got two breaths in that entire rant.
He waited a second, not sure if she was done, or just taking a breather before continuing.
“Is it my turn now?” he asked.
(Yeah, their arguments hadn’t changed much over the years…)
She deadpanned to him and crossed her arms.
“Has anyone ever told you, you make rage look good?” he smiled in a childish manner. “Oh, wait. It was me.”
“This isn’t funny,” she said in a serious tone.
“It’s a little funny,” he shrugged, wincing at the movement. “Ok, not entirely.” He looked over at his shoulder. “What the hell happened to me?”
Y/N sighed as she moved to sit on the bed with him. Eventually curling into his non-injured side and careful not to touch his bruised ribs the doctor mentioned when giving him another dose of pain meds.
She updated him on everything that happened and Bucky recalled parts of the wreck. The only good news besides the fact he was alive was that his motorcycle wasn’t completely totaled. It wasn’t in great condition, but luckily he knew how to fix it up.
They sat like that for a little while just soaking in each other's presence. Bucky rubbed circles on her back and rested his head on hers where she laid gently in the nook between his right arm and chest in a sweet spot that wasn’t hurt.
“Why did you cry yourself to sleep?” he asked eventually after combing over everything she had word vomited earlier.
She didn’t answer right away, but took a deep breath.
“Because that fight wasn’t just about prom.”
Bucky nodded slightly in agreement. “No, it wasn’t.”
Again, another round of silence as the monitors around them beeped and made noise.
“I don’t like fighting with you Buck.”
“I don’t like fighting with you either, Doll.”
“Then why do we fight over stupid things?” she asked as she raised her head and looked up at him.
“I think we fight over valid things, but we’re really bad at communicating our arguments.”
“We’re too hard headed for our own good,” Y/N scoffed with a smirk before laying her head back down.
“I mean I don’t know… I think maybe one of us is a little more hard headed than the other,” he mumbled into her hair.
“Watch it mister or else that hairline fracture is going to become a compound,” she threatened.
“Case and point,” he chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Either way, we love each other in the end. That never changes.”
“No, that doesn’t.” She lifted her head and looked at him a little harder. Studying his features and taking in the cuts on his face. “Maybe next time we get into a fight, we don’t do something this dramatic?”
“Don’t get into wrecks next time we have a disagreement. Ok, I think I can add this to the list,” he winked before pulling her back down to his embrace. “I can’t promise something crazy won’t happen though. It is us at the end of the day.”
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After that wreck, Bucky ended up having to go through physical therapy for a while. Though the doctors said there wasn’t nerve damage, they were wrong. The dislocated shoulder ended up pinching nerves and causing minor nerve damage. Then you add in the fractured wrist, and Bucky thought his baseball career was done for.
It was a lot of trials to go through but he was back to normal faster than they expected with mainly just scars to mark the memory.
After a few seconds that felt like long minutes passed, Y/N spoke up.
“You thought you wouldn’t get to play baseball your senior year, and instead, you guys ended up taking state,” she smiled at the memory.
“Yeah, I definitely got lucky…” Bucky breathed out a laugh. “You know, I’ve been trying to convince Manny to lean toward baseball, but kids have a hardhead like yours, I think he may be able to handle football without the helmet.”
Silence...
“You know, I’m starting to realize you may have seen more of their growing up than I have,” she said softly, but no bitterness behind her words.
Bucky turned to her quickly and noticed by her look she didn’t look hurt by it, but could see where it could be a painful realization.
“I really don’t come over here to interfere,” he started, scared once again that he was constantly pushing a boundary with her family.
“James, please stop apologizing,” she chuckled as she rocked the porch swing with her foot on the ground and her hand rubbing circles on Bennett who was seconds from being fully asleep.
Again, that name stung some. He thought he had made some progress within the last hour. But i guess an hour out of 10 years wasn’t going to fix everything…
“I know it’s just,” Bucky began, stuffing his hands in his jeans and looking at the now interesting paint chip on the flooring. “I feel bad.”
“Why should you feel bad?” she asked. “You feel bad because you’ve given my dad a companion all these years in an area where he didn’t have me? You feel bad because you’re helping my sister through a medical journey that no parents want to have for their child?” Bucky looked up and saw sincerity in her eyes rather than resent. It had been a while since he saw that with her. “From what I’m gathering, if anyone should feel bad, it’s me,” she sighed softly, turning to look out at the yard.
“What? Why?” Bucky was quick to ask.
“Is there really a question about it?” she scoffed, more angry with herself.
“Y/N, you’re out doing some pretty amazing things. You shouldn’t feel bad at all.”
“You know you can sit right? I promise I won’t bite,” she laughed and she shot him a playful look. “This time. I won’t bite this time. I’m trying to be civil and mature, remember?”
He rolled his eyes jokingly before carefully moving to sit next to her on the swing. He still left a gap and he took over the rocking as her feet barely touched the ground with each push off. She noticed and thanked him, to which he replied with a nod of his head.
“What I mean is, I make time for them once, maybe twice a year to visit in person,” Y/N continued as she tucked her leg under her and sat criss cross on the swing, gently resting her cheek on the toddlers head on her shoulder. “And the last two years, I haven’t seen them at all. Everyone’s been too busy.”
“You said it yourself. Everyone is too busy. It’s not just you,” Bucky noted, keeping his eyes glued on her as she talked.
“You’re right, but it’s just not enough,” she sighed. There was a pregnant silence for a second. “You know, I think about it a lot.”
Shit, were they about to have the conversation? With the kids and the whole family just steps away?
“My company has grown. It’s structured,” she stated, and Bucky let out a breath of relief. “I mean of course, there will always be more growing, but what exactly am I giving up for it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this,” she motioned her head around it. “My family. Sure, there’s facetime and our yearly vacations, but like I said, it’s just not enough for me.”
“So why don’t you add more visits here?” Bucky asked. A piece of him wanting it for himself even if he hadn’t realized it.
“It’s hard to cut out time for it. I mean it’s possible, but every time I have a second to breathe, I’m horrible at adding something else to my plate.”
“Eh, don’t have to explain that to me. If that’s the case, then you haven’t changed in that aspect since highschool,” Bucky chuckled. She sent him a jesting glare and he raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, it’s the truth. You never could NOT stay busy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded her head. “I mean you’re right, but it’s hard to admit.”
“I know. You’re stubborn too,” he added.
“Hey, we aren’t turning this into a roast session,” she pointed out.
“Oh, we aren’t? My bad,” he teased.
“Haha, you’re so funny,” she said sarcastically. Again, there was a second of silence beside Manny shouting about a worm in his mud bucket. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”
Bucky was surprised by the subject change, but didn’t say anything.
“That was self-centered of me to accuse you of what I did,” she said after a second.
“We’ve never been good at hearing the other out,” Bucky said. The sentence rang true for a lot of other things.
“You can say that again,” Y/N huffed.
The breeze blew the wind chimes that were hung up by the steps down the porch and in the distance the sound of a dog barking echoed. Manny was giggling and Lily was shouting at him to be careful getting mud on his clothes. Inside you could hear the girls laughing as dishes clinked together and the faded sounds of Thomas and John in the den.
“Y/N,” Bucky started. She turned and looked at him with those big Y/E/C eyes that he used to think of every night before bed. “I really don’t want things to be like this between us.” She didn’t respond, but continued to stare at him. “And if you don’t know what I mean, which I’m sure you do, I’ll tell you.”
He turned his body to face her and she turned her head as best as she could with the sleep child on her.
“I know what happened in the past was really a shitty situation. One that we do need to clear up.” She nodded lightly at that. “In saying that, I hope we can figure things out and move on from it and hopefully, just maybe, be friends again.”
The desire for what he was saying was clear in his facial expression and his tone. She sat there a second taking in his words and contemplating them.
If she really did want to be mature about this like she said she had, she needed to be open to hearing him out and putting the past behind them. All it had done up until this point was hurt them. She was tired of it.
She stood up, throwing him off guard, and turned to him.
“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yes, but I just have a few sessions in the evening,” he answered, standing with her.
“What about Steve?”
Confused by her question, he tilted his head slightly, but answered anyway.
“Um, yeah, I think so. He’s got a few sessions early in the morning, but should be done by one or two.”
“Ok. Coffee at your apartment then, around 10 tomorrow? Does that work?” she asked, adjusting Bennett in her stance.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, that works fine,” he nodded a little too eagerly.
“Ok, then. I’m going to put him down, and can you make sure those two out there don’t bring an entire mudslide into the house?” she asked as she walked back toward the house.
“No promises, but I’ll try my best,” he laughed, looking out at the two kids before back at her. He could tell Y/N was smiling at the thought before she disappeared inside. He turned back and looked hard at Manny and noticed the kids somehow had dirt dusting in his hair and mud all over the front of his shirt. “Oh, come on big man!” he shouted rushing down the steps before the 5 year old could cake his arm in mud too.
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