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yourbuckies · 11 hours ago
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bucky-barnes-diaries · 7 hours ago
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Day 5 — Blowjob
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Pairing || CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Word Count || Around 1000
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, explicit content/language, pet names, teasing, (secret) blowjob, orgasm denial, throat fucking, mention of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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You knocked on your husband’s office door, entering when he announced to do so. He had a pleasantly surprised expression on his face, not expecting you to visit today, but he glowed when he saw you.
“Hey, honey. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just came to say hi.”
You closed and locked the door. A mischievous smirk curved on your lips as you strutted over to the desk where he sat. He leaned back in the seat while licking his lips. Oh, you hadn’t just come to say hello; you’d also come for something else.
“Does my princess want something?”
“She does.”
You placed your palms on his desk as you leaned forward, showing off your cleavage in the low top, making him groan. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” He shut his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows as he lightly tilted his head back. “You know I want to give you everything, princess, but I have an online meeting that starts now. It’s about that important investment, remember?”
“Please.” You batted your eyelashes at him as you tilted your head to the side. “I promise I’ll be quiet.” Truth is, the worry wasn’t you being loud but him. He could never shut up when you sucked him off.
He knew nothing he said would change your mind. You were already insistent on having his cock in your mouth, and you would get your way.
You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk, finding your place between his legs.
You started with palming him through his suit pants, wanting to make him so hard that his cock begged to be freed and sucked.
He was already a groaning mess, and you’d only just started. It made you smirk at the power you held over him.
The laptop sounded that a call was coming through, but he didn’t answer. His senses focused only on your hand that was touching him.
“Aren’t you gonna get that?” You chuckled.
“O-oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He panicked for a second and tried to find his calm before he answered. “P-please, baby, be gentle with me.” He pleaded before clearing his throat and pressing to join the call.
You would have to see about the gentle and kind part because you’d come here to wreck and destroy.
“Hello, gentlemen.” Once you heard the men on the other end greet your husband, it was time to get to work.
You undid the pants and took his cock out of its confinements. Your lips parted as you eyed his hard and perfect cock. Of course, it’s not the first time you’ve looked upon it, but it always left you mesmerised.
You zoned out on what the gentlemen said—focusing entirely on the big task at hand.
You peppered his length with kisses and kitten licks, making the man above you suck in a breath. Which made one of the men on the other end stop talking for a second or two before continuing.
God, how you loved being a menace towards your husband.
You traced his thick vein with your broad tongue, which made him shiver in his seat as his leg jerked.
Once you were done teasing and playing around, you took his tip in your mouth and suckled while swiping your tongue on his slit, tasting his precum.
Inch by inch, you took him in your mouth, and once he hit the back of your vibrating throat, he let out a loud groan. You pulled away from him, a smirk on your lips, waiting to see what would happen and if they suspected something.
“James, are you ok?” One of the men asked.
“Y-yeah, sorry, gentlemen. I did an intense workout this morning, and I’ve got cramps in my leg. All good now. Proceed.” They all went back to talking.
You took him in again, but being careful not to go too deep. You hollowed your cheeks and slowly bobbed your head on his cock.
Surprisingly, he was good at keeping quiet. Only a slip of a moan and groan here and there. And when he talked, he sounded relative normal. His voice only strained a little.
Building a delicious momentum, you now quickly bobbed and swirled your head on his slick cock.
Once you sensed he was about to bust, you slowed down, not wanting him to come yet, because where’s the fun in that?
He jerked his hips into your mouth, silently begging for release, but you whispered a no before returning to suck him off again.
Like this, it went on for another 10 minutes. A torturous 10 minutes for your husband, but in the end, he got the deal, and he could now celebrate.
Once he hung up, he pushed his chair out, pulling you with him. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He cradled your head and fucked up into your face, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat.
Now, his moans and groans ran free into the office space as you slobbered all over his cock, making a drooling mess. Your lips were swollen, and your eyes watered as he showed no mercy on your poor throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His tip tickling the back of your throat repeatedly sent him over the edge. He groaned deeply as his cum shot down your throat.
“Fuck.” He rid himself of the aftershocks by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Once he was completely satisfied, he glided you off him. His cock left your mouth with a pop.
He admired your messy state—spit and cum dripping off you.
“Congrats on the deal, babe.” You announced casually like you hadn’t just gotten your throat wrecked.
“Thank you, honey.” He guided your head to his cock again, wanting to celebrate some more.
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buckyalpine · 21 hours ago
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Okay , onto my Frank request then! Being Frank’s friend and he’s all over the place but he’s attentive when it comes to you . He makes sure you’re okay and looks out for you . One night , he’s driving you to your place . He pulls you close in the front seat , cuddling his side while he’s holding a cigarette and driving with the other hand. When he stops at a red light , he turns to you to tell you how beautiful you are . One thing leading to another , you’re making out and when you reach your house , he’s picking you up by the back of your thighs and carries you inside . He makes you scream that night and then you fall asleep on his chest . But when you wake up , you’re in an empty bed . You’re so upset , thinking Frank treated you like any other girl he takes home for the night . You’re crying and you don’t hear the door opening or a worried Frank rushing to your side after picking up breakfast
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18+ minors dni 
Oh this sexy menace? Fuck yes.
Frank x f reader
"I don't ca-
"It's y/n"
Franks eyes grew wide, grabbing the phone from his friend to answer his call; he usually lets it go to voicemail but never with you.
"Hey peanut, you okay?"
"Mhm, m'fine" You slur out and he's on his feet making his way to his car. You said you were having a girls night and at least it sounded like you enjoyed yourself.
"Where are you right now"
He comes and grabs you, smirking when you stumble out of the club, right into his arms. He carries you to his car and buckles you in, you have a goofy grin plastered on your face and he's definitely taking a few pictures to tease you with for later.
Once he reaches your place, he has you in his arms again, chuckling at the way you cling onto him while he carries you to your room. He carefully removes your lashes and does his best to take off your makeup. He slips you into one of his shirt's you've stolen, tucking you into bed before crashing on the couch just in case you get sick in the middle of the night.
He knows he can be a bit of a mess but not when it comes to you, not his favorite little peanut. 
*****
“I told you it was good” You sass, while Frank shakes his head, taking another drag of his cigarette, driving you home. “Just admit it” 
“Fine, it was okay” 
“It was more than okay!” You poke his arm, the both of you coming back from a movie you had insisted on going to. If anyone else had told him to go, it would have been a hard no, but for you? He was at your door within minutes. That didn’t mean he wanted to admit it was actually a good movie. 
You continue rambling on about the movie, which makes him smile. Everything about you makes him smile. Your voice. Your smile. The way your nose crinkles when you laugh. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, he can’t stop the way his mind is racing; you’re so beautiful and sweet. You’ve been the most consistent person in his life, you’ve been there for him in more ways than he can count. You’re stopped at a red light and he can’t even stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. 
“You’re gorgeous” 
You roll your eyes, you were not new to Frank’s flirting, this was nothing new. 
“Y/n” 
Hm. He never used your name. You gasp, feeling his arm pull you closer to him, making him look at you. “You’re so beautiful...”
Your face is near his, you can feel your skin heating up with each passing second. He leans in slightly and before you can stop yourself, your lips smash onto his. His tongue slips past your lips, his fingers tugging your hair gently, as if something he had contained for ages was finally releasing. 
You moan, feeling his lips trail down to your neck, whining in protest when he has to reluctantly pull away after the light changes. There's only a few more blocks till you get to your place, but you’re more desperate than ever. 
As soon as he pulls up to your drive way, he’s ran around to the passenger seat before you can even unbuckle yourself. He easily lifts you to wrap around his waist, your thighs hugging onto him tightly and his lips are on you again, heading straight to your room. 
*****
“Y/n, give it to me baby, just one more sweet heart, c’mon” 
Sweat is beading at his forehead, his cock fucking in and out of you, he wants to cum so badly but not until you cum one more time for him. His hands are toying with your clit the other holding your waist while he gazes down at you. His lips are brushing against yours while he rolls his hips, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot each time. 
He’s already made you cum twice (the benefit of being friends, you’ve told him what you like and he definitely paid attention during that conversation). The sheets are damp, your mixed arousal dripping out of you, making a mess everywhere. Its sloppy and desperate, pent up tension between you both reaching an all time high. 
“F-FR-ANK” you cry out, clenching and squeezing around his cock, your orgasm right on edge. Tears are prickling your eyes, pleasure is surging through your body, because of him. Your walls and fluttering and you can feel his cock throb. 
“Cum with me baby, milk my cock, you feel so good baby-fuck-can’t hold it” 
“I-fuck-I’m CUMMING” You cling onto him, your pussy making it impossible for him to hold off any longer, he can feel your slick gush out of you and he’s only going to fill you back up. 
“Gonna cum so hard for you y/n, FUCK” You can feel his warmth fill you up, his pace unrelenting trying fuck you through your high. 
You can barely move afterwards, hardly able to feel the warm wash cloth between your legs. You feel his arms wrap around you to pull you into him; he places your head onto his chest. He’s cradling your head, gently stroking your hair while you fall asleep, you’ve never felt so complete. 
****
The bedside his empty.
His clothes are gone.
You don’t see his wallet anywhere. 
He left.
You should have known. You were no different. You knew exactly who he was last night, he’d shown you who he was time and time again. Why did you believe you were any different.
Maybe because you actually loved him.
You thought he maybe felt the same.
Guess not. 
You curled into a ball, tears streaking your face as you cried, your face buried in your knees. You didn’t even hear the door open, crying harder when you thought about all the times you wished he was yours. 
"Peanut? Hey, hey baby" He rushes over to your side, immediately pulling you into his lap. His heart is beating out of his chest, he’s hardly ever seen you cry, mostly because he’s always there to stop the tears before they even start. 
"Baby what’s wrong"
"I-” You stop yourself from speaking, your skin heating up while he brushes your hair away from your face waiting for you to answer. You feel can’t bring yourself to tell him why your upset, not wanting him to think you’re clingy, especially if there's nothing more here. He looks terrified, wondering if he hurt you or if you felt pressured into doing something you didn’t want in the first place, he’d never live with himself if he hurt you. 
"Baby? Did I do something wro-
"No!" You bite your lip, worried about telling him more. "I-I thought you left" You whisper, looking down at your lap, refusing to look at him. 
"No sweet heart, I just went to grab us something to eat, thought you'd like those waffles from the diner"  He’s rubbing soothing circles on your back, pulling you to lay on his chest, just like he did the night before. "Why would I leave you"
You shrug, not wanting to tell him you thought he saw you like every other girl he takes home, fearing that really was how he saw you.
"I'd never leave you peanut"
You snuggle into his chest, still feeling unsure. He wraps his arms around you, his lips brushing your forehead. He’s thought about this moment 100 times over, and nothing compares to how perfect you feel, sitting against him. 
“You promise?” You whisper, smiling softly when he tips your chin to look up at you. 
“Baby, if you haven’t pieced it together already-
He hesitates. He might had said this haphazardly in the past before but this is real. He means it. He doesn’t want to screw this up.
“I love you” 
You blink up at him, gasping when he comes down to kiss you, the sweetest softest kiss anyone's ever given you. He stays with you the whole day. Many days. and nights. and you’re always safe. you’re always loved. in his arms. 
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chrisinka2402 · 15 hours ago
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2016 Sebastian Stan 💙
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Hold On
Whumptober: #4. Hidden Injury, #24. Blood Covered Hands
Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
Word Count: 673
TW: Blood, Serious Injury, Collapsing
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“Steve, we need an extraction, now! We’re getting our asses handed to us!” you scream into your coms. Bucky takes out another two HYDRA agents as you press your hand to your ear, listening to Steve’s response. Your eyes flicker to Bucky as you nod. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”
Dropping your hand, you say, “He’s sending a Quinjet. We have to meet them on the roof.”
Bucky nods. “Okay. I’ll go first, you cover me.”
The two of you begin heading down the hall, ducking into rooms or alcoves whenever you hear more agents passing by. But just as Bucky reaches the stairs, your voice calls out weakly, waveringly from behind him, “Buck…?”
Bucky turns to where you have lagged behind him. You are leaning heavily against the wall with one hand outstretched. It is shaking slightly as a thick, dark liquid drips from your fingers. With wide eyes, you look up from your hand to stare at him as you mutter, “I think I’m in trouble.” And then you collapse.
Bucky is at your side in seconds, carefully pulling you into his lap so that your head and back are resting against his chest. He runs his hand across your stomach, checking for injuries, but stops when his metal fingers brush against your side and you gasp. Quickly removing your layers and lifting your soaked shirt, he sees a deep gash gushing blood and he immediately realizes what happened.
Your bulletproof vest had done little to protect you from the knife that had been driven into your side. Bucky had been fighting three agents and he never saw the fourth approaching from behind. But at the last moment, you dove between him and the new assailant, taking the knife that had been meant for him. Bucky had heard you grunt, before firing your gun. He whirled around to face you as you pulled a large knife from your side. But you had assured him you were fine, and it had just grazed you. And he had believed you.
Resting his cheek on the top of your head, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought- I thought it would be okay. I didn’t realize it was this bad… I thought I could make it to the roof….” you moan.
Bucky glances around before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”
But as he begins gathering you in his arms, you whisper, “Bucky…. I’m so cold.”
“It’ll be okay. Just hold on.”
“Was this what it was like for you? When they would put you to sleep?”
Bucky froze. You had never once asked about his time as the Winter Soldier. You knew it bothered him too much to think about, let alone discuss. So, if you were asking now, things must be worse than he thought.
He brushes the tips of his fingers across your cheek, his flesh registering the chill settling across your skin. He takes a deep breath as he whispers, “Maybe. For me, it got cold. Colder than I ever thought possible. Then, I would wake up as if nothing had happened.” Your eyes begin to drift close as he feels your body grow slack in his arms. “Hey! Stay with me!”
With your eyes still closed, a faint smile flickers across your lips. “It’s okay, Buck. I’m just like you. I’m going to sleep but then I’ll wake up… as if nothing happened. It’ll be ‘kay…”
Bucky shakes you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. “No, doll, this isn’t like me. You need to stay awake, please.”
But you don’t respond, your only movement is a slight fluttering in your chest. As he lifts you and begins rushing towards the stairs, he whispers, “You’re nothing like me, doll. You’re so much better than I’ve ever been, and I need you. So, you need to hold on. Please.”
As he takes the stairs two at a time, he presses his lips to your temple. And maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but Bucky swears he feels you softly nod.
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thebluemage · 3 hours ago
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a-reader-and-a-writer · 22 hours ago
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Hold On
Whumptober: #4. Hidden Injury, #24. Blood Covered Hands
Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
Word Count: 673
TW: Blood, Serious Injury, Collapsing
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“Steve, we need an extraction, now! We’re getting our asses handed to us!” you scream into your coms. Bucky takes out another two HYDRA agents as you press your hand to your ear, listening to Steve’s response. Your eyes flicker to Bucky as you nod. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”
Dropping your hand, you say, “He’s sending a Quinjet. We have to meet them on the roof.”
Bucky nods. “Okay. I’ll go first, you cover me.”
The two of you begin heading down the hall, ducking into rooms or alcoves whenever you hear more agents passing by. But just as Bucky reaches the stairs, your voice calls out weakly, waveringly from behind him, “Buck…?”
Bucky turns to where you have lagged behind him. You are leaning heavily against the wall with one hand outstretched. It is shaking slightly as a thick, dark liquid drips from your fingers. With wide eyes, you look up from your hand to stare at him as you mutter, “I think I’m in trouble.” And then you collapse.
Bucky is at your side in seconds, carefully pulling you into his lap so that your head and back are resting against his chest. He runs his hand across your stomach, checking for injuries, but stops when his metal fingers brush against your side and you gasp. Quickly removing your layers and lifting your soaked shirt, he sees a deep gash gushing blood and he immediately realizes what happened.
Your bulletproof vest had done little to protect you from the knife that had been driven into your side. Bucky had been fighting three agents and he never saw the fourth approaching from behind. But at the last moment, you dove between him and the new assailant, taking the knife that had been meant for him. Bucky had heard you grunt, before firing your gun. He whirled around to face you as you pulled a large knife from your side. But you had assured him you were fine, and it had just grazed you. And he had believed you.
Resting his cheek on the top of your head, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought- I thought it would be okay. I didn’t realize it was this bad… I thought I could make it to the roof….” you moan.
Bucky glances around before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”
But as he begins gathering you in his arms, you whisper, “Bucky…. I’m so cold.”
“It’ll be okay. Just hold on.”
“Was this what it was like for you? When they would put you to sleep?”
Bucky froze. You had never once asked about his time as the Winter Soldier. You knew it bothered him too much to think about, let alone discuss. So, if you were asking now, things must be worse than he thought.
He brushes the tips of his fingers across your cheek, his flesh registering the chill settling across your skin. He takes a deep breath as he whispers, “Maybe. For me, it got cold. Colder than I ever thought possible. Then, I would wake up as if nothing had happened.” Your eyes begin to drift close as he feels your body grow slack in his arms. “Hey! Stay with me!”
With your eyes still closed, a faint smile flickers across your lips. “It’s okay, Buck. I’m just like you. I’m going to sleep but then I’ll wake up… as if nothing happened. It’ll be ‘kay…”
Bucky shakes you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. “No, doll, this isn’t like me. You need to stay awake, please.”
But you don’t respond, your only movement is a slight fluttering in your chest. As he lifts you and begins rushing towards the stairs, he whispers, “You’re nothing like me, doll. You’re so much better than I’ve ever been, and I need you. So, you need to hold on. Please.”
As he takes the stairs two at a time, he presses his lips to your temple. And maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but Bucky swears he feels you softly nod.
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mostlybuckystuff · 4 hours ago
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jobean12-blog · 3 hours ago
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Describe your perfect sandwich.
Italian bread, chicken cutlet, arugula, fresh mozzarella, roasted red peppers and a balsamic reduction.
Yum.
And also…ME BETWEEN THESE TWO.
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I’m already nearly dead just looking at them so.
Ready to go.
Fuck.
Love you. Have the best day. Hugs always❤️
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im-sebastian-stan · 3 hours ago
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Sebastian Stan in 'Captain America: Civil War', (2016). Dir. by Anthony and Joe Russo.
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thebluemage · 10 hours ago
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An angel
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avengersspngirl · 23 hours ago
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Seb, looking good as always 😍
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itsagentromanoff · 23 hours ago
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Tony: Remember how I carried you across the threshold that first time?
Bucky: Not only across the threshold, but through the living room and up the stairs and into our room.
Tony: And I dropped you... only once.
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gingeryoufuckingweirdo · a day ago
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Death Made Me Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
summary: After your husband Bucky dies you are lost in your grief, until a trip to his grave changes everything. But is it really him or is it just all in your head?
A/N: Just a warning this is really sad
“Y/n there’s some people at the door for you,” your mother, who was currently visiting you for the day, says.
“I’m coming,” you tell her as you turn down the broiler on the stove and take off your apron. You rush to the door to be greeted with two soldiers with their hats in their hands.
“Hello soldiers. What can I help you with,” you ask. You have a feeling you know what’s about to happen, but you don’t want to believe it. 
“I’m sorry Mrs. Barnes, but Sergeant Barnes didn’t make it,” one of the soldiers at the door tells you. 
“That’s impossible,” you say, refusing to believe this news. You had just gotten word a few days ago that the war was over, he was supposed to be coming home. Now your world was falling apart from a few simple words strung together to make the most heartbreaking of sentences. 
“We’re really sorry ma’am. Please let us know if there’s anything we can do,” They say.
You just nod your head and shut the door. You couldn’t believe it. Your husband of five years was dead, gone just like that.
You break down crying as you slide down the door. You knew it wasn’t ladylike nor proper to do so, but you could care less. 
“What’s wrong Y/n?” your mother asks after hearing all the commotion.
“H-He’s gone mom.”
“I’m sorry baby,” she says. She gets down on the floor with you and embraces you until your sobs soften into cries.
“Come on let’s get you to bed,” she says. She helps you off the floor and into bed, where you spend the rest of the night crying until you pass out. 
The next day you spend your day wallowing in sadness, only leaving the bed to eat. You’re this way over the course of the next few days and it only gets worse after you hear about what happened to Steve. Steve was yours and Bucky’s best friend, and now he too was gone. Now two months later, you had never felt so alone like you do now, which is what made you go visit Bucky’s grave. You hoped it would make you feel closer to him somehow, even if there is no body buried there.
“Hi Bucky,” you say as you sit next to the grave.
“It’s been 2 months since you died.” The last word gets stuck in your throat as you say it. It still sounds so wrong to say, even if it was the truth. 
“I’ve been better. Your family is really taking it hard, especially Rebecca. I want to help her, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know how to help myself, Buck. I’m a mess without you,” you say as you start to cry.
Life had been so hard without Bucky. He was your rock, and now you felt lost without him. Like a boat adrift at sea with no land in sight.
“You really feel that way doll?” you hear a voice say.
You turn around, scanning your surroundings when you see him. He’s standing a bit away from you, but you could recognize him anywhere. 
“Bucky? Is that really you?” you ask the man.
“yeah doll it’s me,” he says. The two of you rush towards each other and he holds you as you cry, this time from tears of joy.
“I can’t believe it. You’re not dead,” you say. You lean in and place a kiss on his lips. They still feel the same. Everything about him is the same down to the singular freckle on his face.
“It’s really you.”
“It’s really me doll,” he says as he holds your face in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much,” he says, looking in your eyes.
“I’ve missed you too. So much Bucky.”
The two of you just stand there, embracing each other until you start speaking again.
“I’ve got so much I need to catch you up on. You know Rebecca has a boyfriend now? and my mom is thinking about getting a cat-,” you say until Bucky cuts you off.
“Can we just keep this between us doll?” Bucky pleads.
“Keep what between us? You returning? Don’t you know how happy everyone will be to see that you’re alive.”
“I know doll but I just want to spend some alone time with you before they all take away my attention,” he says. 
“Fine, but only for a few days,” you say, giving in. You were always weak when it came to him, and now was no different.
“Thank you doll. Now let’s go home. I have a lot of things I wanna catch up on,” he says, giving you a wink.
“This is going to be an excellent few days,” you think.
The next few days the two of you spend every waking moment together, from morning to midnight and everything in between. The two of you are like this until Bucky decided he was ready to tell everyone he was back. You make the phone calls and soon your mother and the Barnes family are at your doorstep.
“Thank you for coming over Mrs. Barnes,” you say, greeting the matriarch of the family.
“Of course Y/n,” Mrs. Barnes says, giving you a hug. You walk everyone to your dining room and let them get settled in and eating before you make the big announcement.
“I had another motive for getting everyone here tonight,” you say, standing up from your seat. “Bucky, you can come out now,” you say.
Bucky walks over to the empty seat next to you and sits down. You sit back down and grab his hand, oblivious to the stares you were receiving. 
“Y/n what are you doing?” Rebecca asks.
“What do you mean? I’m just sitting here holding Bucky’s hand like I usually do.”
“Y/n,” Rebecca says in a soft voice, “There’s no one there.”
“What are you talking about? Bucky is right there,” you say gesturing to the seat next to you.
“No he’s not dear,” Bucky’s mother tells you.
“Is this some sort of sick joke? He’s right here, tell them Bucky.”
You look over at your husband for support, but all you see is an empty chair.
“What is happening? I know I’m not crazy,” you say. You rush out of your seat and search the house for Bucky, calling his name, but with every yell of his name you become more and more desperate to see his face.
“I don’t know what’s going on. He was right here,” you say returning to the room. You were close to having a breakdown at this point, but you knew you weren’t crazy. He was right there a second ago. Wasn’t he? 
“I don’t know what’s happening,” you cry out. “he was right there and now he’s gone again.” Everyone looks at each other, clearly something was going on, but no one knew what.
“Let’s just get you to bed. You’re probably just stressed out,” your mother says, stepping in and diffusing the situation. She sends you off to bed and ushers everyone out of your house.  
She decides to stay with you for the next few days, you were clearly in no state to stay by yourself.
The next morning you wake up like nothing had happened yesterday. You get up and make two cups of coffee, your mom assumes one of them is for her, but what you next stuns her.
“Here you go Buck,” you say, carrying the fresh coffee over to an empty seat. “I made it just how you like it.”
“Thank you doll,” you hear, but all your mother sees is you blushing and smiling at a bunch of air. This was enough for her to send for a doctor as soon as possible.
“Thank you for getting here so fast doc,” your mom says as she lets the man in.
“It’s no problem Y/m/n,” he says as he hangs his jacket and hat on the coat rack. “Now what seems to be the problem with Y/n?”
“I think you just need to see it for yourself, but don’t let her know you’re here to see her,” your mother says. She leads the man to the dining room, where you were currently cooking.
“Y/n,” your mother says. “We have a guest.”
“Oh! Hello Doc,” you say. “Stop slouching Bucky and greet Dr. Daniels,” you say to the man who is currently sitting at the table reading a newspaper. “Is there anything we can do for you?”
“Actually I’m just here to visit your mother,” he says.
“Oh ok,” you say as you go back to cooking.
Dr. Daniels and your mother walk back into the living room while you continue cooking and messing around with Bucky. 
“This is...something,” The doctor says. He was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. He had never seen this before.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her?” your mother asks.
“My best guess is that her grief is causing her to create a James that is all in her head, but to her he’s real.”
“Is there anything I can do for her? Will this go away?”
“Try and keep her grounded to reality and it’s hard to say if it will go away. Just give it time, and call me in two weeks,” Dr. Daniels says.
“Thank you,” your mother says as she sees him out.
The next two weeks are the hardest two weeks of your moms life, watching her baby pretend her husband is still alive was breaking her heart. She had tried doing what the doctor said, but it didn’t help. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to bring you back. 
Your mother lost it on the twelfth day when you were slow dancing in the kitchen. She couldn’t hear any music, only the sound of your high heels against the tile floor. That’s when she realized you weren’t coming back, at least anytime soon. Everyday you slipped further and further into this illusion you had created, and now she feared you were never going to come out of it. Or maybe you didn’t want to come out. Maybe it was easier for you to pretend he was still alive and put your life at a standstill then to admit you would have to spend the rest of your life without him. 
That’s what made the decision your mother made so hard. She had you shipped off to an asylum, where you continued to spend the majority of your life still believing Bucky was with you the whole way through it. One day things changed and you had a visitor. This visitor kept coming everyday, even if it pained him to see you like this. 
“He’s here Y/n.”
“Thank you Doctor,” you say as the balding man walks away. After he’s gone in walks Bucky. He looks different than when you had last saw him a few hours ago.
“Hi Buck. You look different,” you say, observing him. “I just can’t put my finger on what you changed.”
“Maybe it’s the clothes doll,” Bucky says. He’s trying to follow the doctors instructions, just go along with whatever you are saying, but that is getting harder and harder. Seeing you like this everyday is breaking his heart. 
“You know what? It’s your arm. Why do you have a glove on?” You reach a wrinkled hand out to grab his left hand and he pulls it back.
“I’m just cold doll.”
“That’s nonsense Bucky.”
You reach your frail, old arm over towards Bucky and you pull his left arms towards you. You pull his glove off and all you see is silver.
“Bucky...Where’s your arm?”
Bucky is speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. 
“You’re not really Bucky,” you tell the man in front of you, convinced he’s an imposter.
 “Get out,” you scream. 
“Get out. Get out. Get out,” is all Bucky hears as he leaves your room. 
That was the last time he ever saw you. You died a few days later in a hallucination’s arms. The doctors say it was a stroke, but Bucky still blames himself. Why wouldn’t he? It was his death that ruined your life. It was him that set you off into a tizzy. And he felt like it was him that killed you, because ultimately the you he had known died back in the 40s. 
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