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imnotjustreadingg · 18 hours ago

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welcome back

summary after a two week long mission, Bucky is determined to show you how much he missed you

pairing bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count 2.7k

warnings (+18) smut!! (p in v, fingering, riding, unprotected sex), nicknames, mentions of cuts and bruises.

a/n i wonder what you guys will think about this :>

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Bucky had just come home from a 2 week mission and after kissing you passionately for ”only a few minutes” you had finally convinced him to take a shower.

While you were heating some food, Bucky stepped out of the bathroom, freshly washed, and wrapped in nothing but a towel around his defined waist. His body was covered in a few new cuts and bruises, proof of his recent mission, but none of them too deep.

He walked into the kitchen, his bare feet padding softly against the floor as he approached you, still drying his damp hair with another towel.

“Something smells amazing.” Bucky remarked, his mouth watering at the familiar scent of homemade food.

“And someone looks amazing.” You wink at him playfully.

Bucky let out a soft laugh, his lips curving into a smug smirk at your flirty comment. The sight of you checking him out never failed to make his chest puff out a little with pride. He leaned against the counter next to you, his toned biceps flexing as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Oh, yeah? You like what you see, baby?” He teased, raising an eyebrow at you with a playful twinkle in his deep blue eyes. He was clearly craving your attention after being away for so long.

His hand wrapped around your waist to tug you in between his legs, making you stand flush against his towel-clad body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued to speak in a low, seductive tone.

“You know, the shower is still warm. We could always save the food for later…”He suggested, his hands slowly trailing up under your shirt, his fingers tracing over the exposed skin of your hips.

“I thought you were starving, sarge.” You tease.

Bucky’s eyes darkened as he felt your skin beneath his fingers, his grip on your hips tightening just slightly as he let out a low, guttural hum. He was indeed famished, but not just for food. The sight of you in front of him, looking so enticing and captivating, was making his hunger for something else flare up tenfold.

“Oh, I am... But there's something else I'm even more hungry for right now.” Bucky purred, his lips brushing against your neck now, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your shoulder.

You chuckle under his touch and the sound of your soft laughter only stirred his desire even more, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he continued to lavish your neck with kisses. One of his hands moved around to the small of your back, pulling your body even closer against his, his growing arousal blatantly obvious against your hip. He nipped the sensitive skin of your shoulder, his voice coming out in a heated whisper.

“You have no idea how much I ached for you while I was gone.” He grumbles against your skin.

“Mm, Buck,” You moan his name desperately.

Bucky’s grip on you tightened in response to your soft moan, his body pressing up against yours as he continued to lavish affection on your neck and bare shoulders. Hearing his name fall from your lips in such a way drove him crazy with want and need. He gently started to move you backwards, slowly, until your back was pressed against the counter and his body was trapping you there.

“God, baby, I want you so bad. I need you…”

He murmured hoarsely, his hands continuing to roam over your body, hungry and impatient.

His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you in a hot, demanding way. There was an urgency to his actions, a desperate need to feel you, touch you, claim you after being deprived of your presence for two long, torturous weeks.

“I missed you... I missed this.. missed us.”

Bucky gasped against you, his body now fully pressed against yours as he pinned you against the counter, his hands sliding further under your shirt, seeking out bare skin to touch.

“I missed you too, Bucky. So much,” You breathe out between kisses.

His hands quickly moved to your pants, his fingers swiftly undoing the buttons and zipper before they were being pushed down your legs, joining your shirt on the floor, leaving you in just your underwear. Bucky’s mouth latched onto your neck again, his hands sliding down to your thighs to pull you up onto the counter, spreading your legs to make room for him to step between them.

“You drive me wild, baby. Always have.”

He growled into your skin, his hands sliding up to grip your waist possessively.

His hands continued their explorative journey over your body, running up your sides to your chest. Bucky’s fingers lightly brushed over your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra before they moved higher, reaching up to the clasp at the back.

“I missed my girl too much. Need to see all of you.”

He murmured huskily, his dark blue eyes watching as he unhooked your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders to free your breasts from their confines.

His hands immediately moved to cup your now bared breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples to feel them harden under his touch.

“Christ, you're perfect.”

He groaned, his head dipping down to replace one of his hands with his tongue, his mouth closing around a hardened bud to suck and lave at it hungrily. His hands moved to grip your hips, holding you firmly in place on the counter while his other hand continued to assault your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the nipple it wasn't currently attending to.

“Bucky, please.” You beg.

His mouth left your breast with a loud, wet pop, his lips moving to leave a trail of hot kisses up your neck.

“I know baby, I know. I need you too.”

He husked out against your skin, his fingers finally finding the edge of your panties. His hands slid around to grip your ass, tugging them down your legs roughly as he continued to cover your neck in affectionate kisses.

“Always need you. Every single day.”

His fingers trailed up your inner thigh, lightly dancing over your wet heat Bucky giving you the proper contact you needed. Bucky teased you with a smug smirk, loving how impatient you were getting.

“Oh, you're so wet.”

He murmured, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck as his fingers continued to explore just outside your folds.

“Sweet girl, always ready for me.”

“Only for you” You moan out.

Bucky’s fingers continued to trace along your slit, feeling how dripping you were for him. He let out a low moan against your skin, his teeth scraping gently along your shoulder.

His fingers finally slid up to circle your clit, his touch light and teasing. His touch was infuriatingly gentle, just the barest whisper of a caress against your clit. Bucky seemed to enjoy tormenting you with his slow, light movements, his fingers making lazy circles around your clit without putting the pressure you desperately needed.

“Please.” You moaned, your hands reaching up to clutch at his broad shoulders.

Bucky’s eyes darkened at your needy plea, a shiver running down his spine when your nails sank into his skin. He loved when you marked him, claimed him just like he did with you.

“Please what, baby?”

He murmured huskily, his fingers still moving torturously lightly against your clit, his teeth grazing over your shoulder again.

His touch remained just as light, seemingly unhurried and unaffected as your frustrated hips tried to buck into his fingers. His hand in your hair kept you from pressing forward, forcing you to stay still on the counter.

“You have to ask, baby. Tell me what you want.”

He murmured against your neck, his fingers finally beginning to move a little bit faster, his touch still too light to bring you any real relief.

“I want you,”

Bucky grinned against your neck at your response, his own growing increasingly short on patience. He liked the needy, desperate side of you, but he was getting to the point where he needed you more than he craved your want.

“You're so sweet, baby.” He murmured, his hand slowly easing back from your neck to slide down your back. His fingers moved to grip your thighs, spreading them even wider apart as he pulled your body closer to the edge of the counter.

“But I want to hear you say it. Say it, honey. Tell me what you want from me,” He growled.

“I need you inside me, Bucky.”

A low, satisfied rumble emanated from deep in Bucky’s chest at your explicit words, his fingers tightening their grip on your thighs.

“Yeah? That's what you want, baby?”

His voice was rough, a stark contrast to the soft, sweet words he was saying. Without warning, one of his hands slid under your ass to lift you up, making you squeak in surprise as he took you off the counter entirely.

Bucky carried you like you weighed nothing, his eyes never leaving your face as he walked the few steps it took to reach the couch. He sat down on it, settling your body onto his lap, facing him. His arms snaked firmly around your waist to keep you still, your knees resting on either side of his hips.

“Ride me.”

He commanded lowly and as you looked at him surprised, his hands started to guide you to grind down against the hard bulge hidden beneath his towel.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you still when you tried to move on your own, your desperation to feel him inside growing more and more. Bucky’s fingers dug into your skin possessively, his hands directing your movements with a roughness that made it clear he was the one in control.

“Like this, baby.”

He murmured, his voice thick with need as he helped you grind down against his length, the only barrier between you and him being the thin fabric of his towel.

He tosses the towel aside and you moan in shock. He continued to hold your hips firmly, not allowing you to do anything more than grind against his stiff cock.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He growled, his hands guiding your movements rougher now, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as he lifted you up just slightly.

You let out a loud moan as you slid down onto his cock, his grip on your hips tightening almost to the point of bruising. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to buck up into you, his hands holding you still as he let you adjust.

”Fuck, baby.”He moaned, his head tilting back before he looked back up at you with hooded eyes.

His arms remained locked around your waist, not allowing you to move just yet. Bucky lifted his hips slightly, just enough to start pressing even deeper into you, the feeling almost maddening.

“Feel so good, baby. You are doing so good for me.”He murmured huskily, his hands starting to guide you up and down his length, setting a torturously slow pace that left you desperately wanting more. You roll your hips, letting his cock explore your warmth. Bucky moaned deep in his chest at the roll of your hips, his hands tightening on your waist in response. The pace he had set up until now was slow, almost unbearably so, but his self-control was quickly starting to fray.

“So beautiful.” He rasped, his head falling against the back of the couch as you continued to rock against him.

Bucky’s hands tightened on your waist almost to the point of pain, his grip on you becoming a vise as you started to ride him more desperately. His head stayed tilted back against the couch, his neck bared and exposed as he moaned deeply with each bounce of your hips.

“Fuck, just like that.”

He groaned out, his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

“Bucky” You breathe out while jumping and Bucky growls in response.

The pace you set was hard and fast, each downward movement making the pleasure inside you build. Bucky’s hands moved up your body, skimming down your back before they reached your shoulders, his fingers digging into the meat there and using the leverage to help lift you up before slamming you back down onto him again.

“So good... so good…”

He moaned out, his fingers sure to leave deep, finger-shaped bruises on your shoulders at the force of his grip.

His hips rose up to meet your movements eagerly, not attempting to slow down the rapid pace you had set. Bucky’s mouth was open in a silent gasp as he panted with exertion, each slamdown of your hips making his breath hitch.

"Oh... oh, baby."He moaned, his face turning to press his sweat-damp forehead against your neck. One hand slid up into your hair, fingers tangling in the strands.

“Buck” You moan his name again and keep repeating it like a prayer.

Bucky moaned again, a low rumble in his chest at the sound of you moaning his name again and again. His mouth continued its assault on your neck, alternating between sucking hickeys into your skin and muttering praises against it.

“Yeah, just like that. Love hearing my name, baby. Say it louder.”

His hips rose up to meet yours in an increasingly frenzied pace, the hand still gripping your waist helping to slam you down onto him. You keep repeating his name like a moaning mess as he fucks you in his lap.

“I am so close,” You manage to breathe out.

Bucky moaned at your confession, his arms sliding back around your waist to hold you tighter against him as his hips snapped up to meet your movements.

“Me too, baby. So close.”

He groaned out, his hands gripping your hips possessively, his fingers leaving more marks on your skin as he helped you speed up your pace.

His rhythm became harder and more erratic as you started to chase your release, his fingers bruising your flesh as he drove himself up into you.

“Come on, peach. Come for me.”

He gasped out, his mouth finding your neck again, his teeth sinking into your skin as he left more marks there.

“Bucky” You moan out as you come.

Bucky moaned deeply against your neck as he felt you clenching around him, your climax pushing him to the edge.

”That's it, sweetheart”

He gasped out, his hands moving back up to tangle in your hair, his face pressed into your neck as his hips suddenly stuttered and he found his release.

“Oh... oh, oh god.”

He moaned as his climax coursed through him, his forehead pressing hard against your neck.

His grip on you remained tight as he spent himself inside you, his body shuddering and gasping with each wave of his release. He let out a shaky breath before lifting his head to look up at you, sweat covering both of your bodies and causing some of your hair to stick to your forehead.

”(y/n)…” He panted out, his hands still holding you tightly against him, almost unwilling to let you go yet.

“I missed you so much,” You say, mind still hazy from your recent climax.

Bucky’s chest was still heaving with uneven breaths, but he managed a small, breathless chuckle at your words, his hand lifting to brush some of the sweat-damp hair away from your forehead.

“Missed you more, baby.” He murmured huskily, his other hand rubbing soft, absentminded circles into your hip.

He took a moment longer to catch his breath before his hands started to roam your body again, his fingers skimming down your spine and running over your ass.

“Jesus... you really know how to welcome someone home.” He said with a small smirk, still a little breathless from the earlier exertion. His hands continued to explore your body, as if he couldn't get enough of you now that he had you back in his grasp.

You chuckle and kiss his cheek.

“Welcome back home, Bucky.”

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imnotjustreadingg · 1 day ago

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if someone wants, I’m on fable too, we could talk about book there 🥰🥰

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x oc #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n

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we like a black cat girlie 💕

the memory box

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (y/n) Genre: Fluff - Grumpy x Sunshine Word count: 1002 Summary: Bucky is a golden retriever boyfriend while Y/N is a black cat. They complete each other, and Bucky swore he would never love her more. Until she get a box out of the room

The warm hum of the stove filled the kitchen as Bucky stirred the pasta, humming something vaguely Sinatra. You sat across from him, legs curled beneath you on the stool, sipping wine and watching him like you weren’t completely, utterly, in love with the super soldier in your kitchen wearing plaid pyjama pants and a grease-stained T-shirt.

Dinner was his idea. Something simple. Something just the two of you. “You know what I’ve been thinking about?” he asked suddenly, tossing a glance over his shoulder with that boyish, too-handsome grin. You raised a brow, tilting your wine glass toward him. “Do I want to know?” He chuckled. “Yes, you do. That diner. The one we went to on our first date.” You blinked, caught off guard by the direction. “The one in Brooklyn?” “Yeah! The food was kinda terrible, but I loved it anyway. What was it called again?” He frowned, clearly trying to remember. “Something with a moon? Star? I don’t know-”

Before he could spiral into overthinking, you silently got up and padded out of the kitchen. “Wait, where’re you going?” he called after you, confused but not worried. You didn’t answer. A couple of minutes later, you returned barefoot, hoodie slightly falling off one shoulder, and holding a small box in your arms. Bucky blinked. “What’s that?” You placed the box gently on the counter and opened it without a word. Inside were memories. Ticket stubs. Polaroids. The wristband from the small concert he dragged you to. A napkin with a doodle he made of you during brunch one lazy Sunday morning. And on top of it all, a worn little card. You held it out to him.

Blue Moon Diner.

Bucky stared at the card, then up at you. “You… kept this?” You shrugged like it was no big deal, but your fingers were curled around the box protectively, like you hadn’t just cracked your ribs open and offered him a look at your heart. “Of course I did,” you muttered. “It was our first date.” Bucky’s lips parted slightly, stunned. The tough, sarcastic girl he adored, the one who glared when she blushed, who loved her space, who pretended she didn’t care about romantic clichés—had kept everything. “Doll…” he whispered, stepping around the counter, gently taking the card from your fingers.

He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t laughing. He was smiling like you’d just given him the world. “You always act like I’m the sentimental one,” he said softly, pulling you into his arms, “but look at this.” You rested your cheek against his chest, hiding your face. “Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.” He chuckled, arms tightening around you. “Too late. You love me.” You groaned, muffled into his shirt. “Shut up.”

“You so love me.”

“…Fine,” you said, a little breathless, a little defeated. “But if you tell Sam I’m a softie, I swear-”

“I’d never,” he grinned, kissing the top of your head. “This is just for me.” And it was. Every memory, every quiet moment, every scar and smile. All his.

You stayed pressed against his chest, half because you were hiding your face, half because it was your favorite place in the world. Bucky rested his chin on your head, card still in his hand. “You know, I was kinda nervous that night.” You scoffed. “You? Mr. ‘I fought Nazis and wore leather before it was trendy’ was nervous?” He chuckled. “Yeah. I was scared you’d take one look at me and leave.” You leaned back to look up at him. “Okay, first of all, you wore that stupid Henley on purpose. You knew what you were doing.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“You absolutely did,” you echoed, jabbing his side lightly. “And I wore eyeliner for the first time in six months. We were both trying.” His grin softened. “Guess we both wanted it to work.” You glanced down at the memory box and nodded. “Yeah. And it did.” He brushed a knuckle along your cheek. “You kept everything…”

Your voice dropped. “I didn’t mean to. It just kinda… happened. One thing turned into another. The ticket from that weird horror movie. The fortune cookie you made me open after I said they were rigged.” He reached into the box and pulled it out, reading aloud the fortune: "Someone special sees the fire in your soul." He looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Kinda spooky accurate.” You smirked. “Yeah, I picked that one. Switched it out when you weren’t looking.” His jaw dropped. “You did not!” You shrugged innocently. “Black cat energy, babe.” He laughed loud, delighted, and helplessly in love. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean it,” he said, tilting your chin up gently. “You always act like you’re the guarded one. And maybe you are. But this box? This is… this is us. And you kept it. That means everything to me.” You swallowed, the weight of his sincerity crashing into your chest. “It means everything to me too,” you admitted. “I don’t always say it. Or show it the way you do. But you make me feel safe, Buck. Like… like maybe it’s okay to care this much.” His eyes were shining a little. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

You smirked again. “Even go to that terrible diner again and eat their cardboard pancakes?” He grinned. “I’d eat a dozen of them if it meant watching you roll your eyes and steal all my bacon again.” You leaned up on your toes and kissed him slow, sweet, a promise tucked into the quiet between heartbeats. When you pulled back, he whispered, “I love you.” You looked into those honest, hopeful eyes and smiled, soft and real. “I know,” you said. “And I love you too.”

He kissed you again, arms wrapped around your waist like he’d never let go. You didn’t mind. The box stayed open on the counter, memories spilling out like petals, proof that even the blackest cat could find home in the sun.

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imnotjustreadingg · 1 day ago

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#bucky barnes only man in the world

everything he wasn't

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (y/n) Genre: Fluff - Established relationship - Soft!Bucky - comfort - Shitty ex boyfriend Word count: 1601 Summary: A lazy evening with Bucky turns into a cathartic vent session as Y/n starts listing all the little things her ex never did and Bucky quietly, lovingly proves he’s everything she ever deserved. a/n: since my computer is really giving me the ick, i'll post this and another one of the storied i made and not the request. I' trying to understand why the requests are working so slow today when i published the post

“You okay, doll?”

Bucky’s voice was soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were curled into his side on the couch, a fuzzy blanket pulled over both of your legs, your hand resting lazily on his chest. The movie you’d been half-watching had long faded into background noise, replaced by the quiet hum of city life beyond the windows and the rhythmic beat of his heart. You hesitated before answering, tracing a slow pattern on his shirt.

“Yeah,” you said eventually, voice muffled. “Just thinking.” Bucky’s arm tightened around you. “Dangerous habit.” You chuckled, but it faded almost as quickly as it came.

"What if I vent a little?” you asked, tilting your head to look up at him. “You don’t mind?” Bucky’s brows furrowed slightly. “You never have to ask. I’m here for all of it. Even if you need to complain about…what was his name? Chad? Brad?”

You snorted. “Kyle.”

Bucky winced. “Even worse.”

You laughed for real then, the tension in your shoulders easing a little. Bucky’s thumb was drawing soft circles on your arm, grounding you. “I was just remembering how… small I felt with him,” you said, voice low now. “Not in a ‘he made me feel delicate’ way. Just… invisible. Unimportant.”Bucky didn’t say anything. He just kept holding you, listening.

“He never opened the car door for me,” you said suddenly. “Not once. I didn’t expect a grand gesture or anything, but he’d always get in first and just… sit there. Sometimes I’d be struggling with my bag or holding coffee, and he’d just watch.”

“That’s the bare minimum,” Bucky murmured, voice a little tight. “I’d open ten doors for you if it meant you didn’t have to lift a finger.” You smiled, a little sad. “He never made me feel special, you know? He never noticed things. Like when I got a haircut, or when I started wearing new perfume. I don’t think he ever told me I looked beautiful unless it was tied to something physical.” Bucky’s jaw tensed.

“You’re beautiful every damn day,” he said. “When you’re dressed up, when you’re half-asleep drooling on my shoulder, when you’re ranting about plot holes in romance novels. All of it.”

“And don’t get me started on birthdays,” you added bitterly. “One year he forgot completely. Just sent me a text that said ‘happy bday’ after lunch. Didn’t even capitalize it.”

“You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.” Bucky muttered something under his breath that sounded very unfriendly but definitely satisfying. Then he kissed your temple. “Remind me when your birthday is again?” You rolled your eyes. “You know it already.”

“Right,” he said. “So, that gives me time to plan four different surprises and handmake a card with glitter. Because you deserve nothing less.”

You giggled, your heart squeezing in the best way.

“He never cooked for me either,” you went on, letting the memories spill. “I always made dinner. Even when I had long days, he’d just say, ‘You’re better at it than me.’ Which okay was true, but it was never even an effort. He never offered. Never brought home my favorite snacks, never made tea when I had cramps.”

Bucky was keeping note in his mind, reaching over to tug the blanket higher over your legs. “Your favorite snacks are the chocolate-covered pretzels and those spicy chips you try to hide in the pantry. Your tea is peppermint, especially when your stomach hurts. And I’ve got three new recipes saved just to try cooking for you.” Your chest tightened, in the best way. You buried your face in his neck for a moment. “He never really listened, either,” you whispered. “I’d talk about something I was passionate about, and five minutes later he’d be on his phone. Or he’d say ‘that’s nice’ without actually knowing what I said.” Bucky didn’t say anything this time—he just gently turned your face up to look at him. His eyes were so damn blue, and so full of quiet emotion it made your throat ache. “I could listen to you all day, every day,” he said. “Your voice is the best part of my day. And when you talk about something you love? Your eyes light up. Your hands move. Your whole face glows. How could I not listen?”

You blinked fast, willing yourself not to cry.

“He never made me feel wanted. Not really.” You paused. “He never reached for my hand first. Never held me just because. Never kissed me in the middle of the kitchen for no reason. And he definitely never looked at me the way you do.”

Bucky exhaled slowly and took your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, then he leaned in and kissed your fingers, one by one. “I don’t care what that guy didn’t do,” Bucky said softly. “All I care about is what I will do. I’ll be the man who makes you feel seen. Loved. Chosen. Every damn day.” You smiled, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I love you more,” he said, brushing your tears away with the back of his fingers. “And I’m going to keep proving it. Not just when things are easy, but when they’re messy and complicated and even when you’re mad at me.”

“I’m never mad at you,” you said, sniffling. “You will be,” he said with a small smirk. “Wait until you find out I alphabetized your spice rack.” You gasped. “You didn’t!”

“Just the top shelf.”

“Bucky!” He laughed and caught you as you tried to pull away, dragging you back into his arms and smothering you with kisses. “You’re never allowed to feel small again, baby,” he murmured into your hair. “Not on my watch.” And just like that, the weight of the past felt a little lighter—because this time, you weren’t carrying it alone.

Months passed and you didn’t expect to see Kyle at the gallery opening. You barely even remembered he liked art—though, to be fair, he’d never come with you to any exhibits when you were dating. But there he was, dressed in some sleek navy suit, drink in hand, and a girl clinging to his arm like she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to be there. You squeezed Bucky’s hand. He noticed instantly.

“Something wrong, doll?” he asked softly. You nodded toward the bar. “That’s him. Kyle.” Bucky followed your gaze calmly. “That’s him?”

“The one who forgot my birthday, never cooked, and thought emotional intelligence was a Buzzfeed quiz? Yeah.” Bucky’s lips twitched. “Noted.” You expected him to be annoyed—or maybe brush it off. But instead, he leaned closer, kissed your cheek, and whispered, “Want me to make sure he knows exactly what he lost?” You laughed. “Are you about to start a fight at an art gallery?”

“I don’t need to throw a punch, sweetheart.” He winked. “I’ve got charm, history, and receipts.” You were still grinning when Kyle spotted you—and started walking over. You inhaled sharply. Bucky’s hand slid to your lower back, steady and warm. Kyle still looked exactly the same. Expensive cologne. Perfect stubble. Cold smile. “Y/n,” he said, pausing just a few feet from you. “Wow. You look… different.” Before you could decide whether that was a compliment or not, Bucky extended a hand smoothly. “Hi,” he said, cool and friendly. “I’m James. Her boyfriend.” Kyle’s eyes flicked to Bucky’s outstretched hand like it offended him. “Right. The new guy,” Kyle said with a tight smile, shaking it anyway. “Not that new,” Bucky replied easily. “But I guess time flies when you’re treating someone right.”

You bit your lip, hiding your smile. Kyle didn’t.

“I didn’t realize you were into… military types,” Kyle said to you, ignoring Bucky now. “Bit of a downgrade from finance, no?” Bucky didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Instead, he smiled. “I guess that depends on your definition of value,” he said smoothly. “Some people measure it in stocks. Others in how well you know someone’s favorite tea when they’re sick. Or how often you remember their birthday.” You choked back a laugh. Kyle looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. “I never forgot her birthday,” he said sharply. Bucky tilted his head. “She has the text saved. All lowercase. ‘happy bday.’ Sent after noon. No emoji. Cold.” You gawked. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything about you,” Bucky said without looking away from Kyle. Kyle rolled his shoulders. “Look, we didn’t work out, okay? It happens. No need to play hero, man.”

“I’m not playing anything,” Bucky said quietly. “But let me be clear: she’s not invisible anymore. Not unloved. Not ignored.” There was a pause. Kyle looked away first. Then he gave you a stiff nod. “Well. Glad you’re doing… good.”

“I’m doing better than good,” you said, finally finding your voice. “I’m happy. And seen. And spoiled. And loved.” Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist. “And adored. Let’s not forget that.” Kyle muttered something and walked away. You watched him disappear into the crowd, your heart thudding—but not from nerves. It was relief. Peace. Closure. Bucky turned to you, his blue eyes softening. “You okay?” You nodded slowly. “I didn’t know I needed that.”

“I did,” he said simply. “And if he ever tries to come near you again, I’ve got a list of Shakespearean insults ready. You want ‘canker-blossom’ or ‘goatish hedge-born scut’?” You burst out laughing, leaning into him. “You’re everything he wasn’t,” you whispered. Bucky kissed the top of your head. “Damn right I am.”

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some book recs please? 💗📚

-> 22/11/63 by Stephen King (in Italy it’s written like that, but in US it’s 11/22/63) and Fairy Tale

-> any books written by queen Emily Henry (I’m so down for her books, but People we Meet on vacation is my fav)

-> lately Riley Sager, more specifically Lock every door and Final girls

-> The Prison Healer trilogy (personally one of the best trilogy I’ve ever read)

-> The bronze horseman (set in WW2, very roughly and explicit as violence and war but so good, fr must be read but always check the trigger warnings)

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imnotjustreadingg · 1 day ago

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that's actually one of my fav trope. i like her as the black cat :)

the memory box

Blue Moon Diner.

“You so love me.”

“…Fine,” you said, a little breathless, a little defeated. “But if you tell Sam I’m a softie, I swear-”

“I’d never,” he grinned, kissing the top of your head. “This is just for me.” And it was. Every memory, every quiet moment, every scar and smile. All his.

“I absolutely did not.”

“Thanks.”

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the memory box

Blue Moon Diner.

“You so love me.”

“…Fine,” you said, a little breathless, a little defeated. “But if you tell Sam I’m a softie, I swear-”

“I’d never,” he grinned, kissing the top of your head. “This is just for me.” And it was. Every memory, every quiet moment, every scar and smile. All his.

“I absolutely did not.”

“Thanks.”

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imnotjustreadingg · 1 day ago

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huge storm yesterday and total blackout 😩

feeling like in Downton Abbey drinking tea

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader

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imnotjustreadingg · 2 days ago

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Omg I'm a thriller fan, too. I love "the murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha christie. And I've read some of frieda mcfadden's books too, they're good. Are you on goodreads?

(While we're at it, can i be added to your taglist?)

literally love all of her books! yeah i'm on goodreads! (and even fable) write me in private i can share the account! adding you at the list 💖💖

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imnotjustreadingg · 2 days ago

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Girlllllllllllllllllllll just saw your post and yessssssssss book recs & reviews please!!!! You don't know how glad I am rn... Book girlies yayyy! 💗💗💗💗

BOOK GIRLIES FOR LIFE

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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imnotjustreadingg · 2 days ago

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don’t know if someone could be interested in that, but since I love reading I decided to start giving my recs even with novels. we can talk about book if you want 💕

(I’m a huge thriller and crime fan, but I try to read a lot of genres)

5/5 ⭐️

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Falling Into His Arms

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky’s hardest mission? Walking you home after you had few too many drinks.

Word count: 1.5k

Bucky Barnes had faced many battles in his life, but nothing could prepare him for the absolute chaos of navigating drunk you.

It started at the little dive bar where you all gathered after a long week. Steve had wanted to keep things lowkey, but Sam had insisted on something fun, and somehow, in the mix of it all, you had ended up tossing back a few too many drinks.

“I’m fineeee,” You slurred, waving off Bucky's concerns as you leaned against his arm, giggling at nothing in particular.

“You’re absolutely not fine,” Bucky muttered, eyebrows scrunching together as he steadied you before you could fall over completely.

You blinked up at him, your drunken haze making your eyes a little glassy but no less charming. “Wow, you have the prettiest eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Bucky’s brain short circuited. “Uh?”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. Compliments weren’t exactly something he received often. And certainly not when you were inches from his face, staring at him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.

You poked his chest with a clumsy finger. “You should smile more, Buck. It would totally make people less scared of you.”

“I’m not scary.” He grumbled.

“You are, but you’re also cute, so it evens out.”

Bucky decided right then and there that he had no idea what to do with this version of you. You were bold, affectionate, and completely unaware of the emotional turmoil you had stirred up inside him.

“Okay,” He sighed, gripping your wrist gently. “Let’s get you home before you embarrass yourself even more.”

You gasped dramatically. “You think I’m embarrassing?”

Bucky sighed, adjusting his grip on your arm as you swayed. “You just challenged Steve to an arm wrestling match. And declared yourself the winner before you even started.”

You blinked up at him, completely unbothered. “I could win, you know.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Sure. Definitely. Let’s get you home, champ.”

Bucky let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he guided you toward the door. The way you clung to him made his heart hammer in a way that no battle ever had. You might not remember this tomorrow. But he would.

Bucky had dealt with trouble before, actual life threatening, world ending trouble. But none of it compared to the absolute challenge of walking you home without collapsing under the weight of his own emotions.

You were still leaning against him, giggling every now and then at nothing in particular. Every so often, you’d squeeze his hand, as if testing whether he was real.

“You’re so strong,” you muttered, staring at his metal arm in awe like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Like, ridiculously strong. You could probably carry me.”

Bucky sighed. “I could. But we’re walking, so…”

You ignored him entirely. “What if you just threw me over your shoulder and ran?”

“I’m not doing that.”

“But it would be efficient.”

“But you’re drunk.”

You pouted, stumbling slightly, which forced Bucky to tighten his grip around your waist. “Wow,” You murmured. “You always catch me.”

There was something about the way you said it. Soft, a little dreamy like you weren't just talking about tonight.

Bucky felt warmth spread in his chest. “Yeah. Always.”

You grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You’re really nice, Bucky. Like, weirdly nice for someone who looks like they could kill me with a single punch.”

“I’d never hurt you.”

“I know,” You said, like it was the simplest truth in the world.

Bucky swallowed. This was torture. Absolute torture. And yet, he didn’t want it to end.

The walk back to your apartment was slow. Not because Bucky couldn’t handle guiding a tipsy person home, but because you kept getting distracted.

Like when you stopped to admire a random streetlamp, claiming it looked “cozy.”

Or when you pointed at a tiny crack in the sidewalk and gasped, “That looks like a little lightning bolt! How cool is that?”

Or when you paused to sigh dramatically, staring up at the night sky. “The stars are so pretty tonight.”

Bucky glanced up. It was cloudy. He smirked. “Yeah. Real stunning.”

You hummed, stepping a little closer to him, arms still loosely wrapped around his. “You know what’s prettier?”

He looked at you cautiously. “…What?”

You turned, smiling like you were about to drop the most devastating truth in the universe. “Cats wearing little hats.”

Bucky let out a sharp exhale, half in relief, half in disbelief. “You are something else.”

You giggled, nudging him lightly. “You like me, though.”

He tensed. Did you know?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He muttered, looking straight ahead, focusing on the next step, the next breath, anything to avoid the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

You just laughed as you finally reached your apartment building.

He helped you walk up the steps, waited patiently as you fumbled with the keys, and then made sure you didn’t trip as you walked inside.

“Thanks for the rescue, Buck,” You murmured, turning to face him, eyes warm despite the fog of alcohol.

Bucky swallowed. “Anytime.”

You beamed at him, swaying slightly before grabbing the doorframe for balance. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?” You yawned, blinking sleepily, clearly unaware of the absolute havoc you had just caused in his brain.

He froze.

You were standing in the doorway, swaying slightly, still gripping the frame for balance, but the way you were looking at him made his stomach flip.

Bucky stared at you, standing in the hallway for far too long, wondering how in the world he was supposed to recover from that.

Soft. Warm. Like he was something safe.

And then, before he could even process it, you stood on your toes, leaned in, and kissed him. It was quick, a little messy, and you were still tipsy, but real.

Undeniably, devastatingly real.

You pulled back just slightly, your face still close enough that he could feel your breath.

Leaving Bucky standing there. Heart hammering. Breath shaky. Mind ruined. And lips still tingling because, for once, they had actually been the ones you kissed.

“G’night, Bucky,” You whispered, smiling. And then just like that, you slipped inside, shutting the door.

Bucky barely slept. How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, he felt it all over again, the warmth of your lips, the way you had smiled right after, the way you had left him wrecked in the hallway with absolutely no warning.

He replayed it again when the morning sunlight filtered through his window. And then again, when he finally dragged himself out of bed. And then again, when there was a knock on his door.

He stiffened. You were standing there. And judging by the way you bit your lip and shifted nervously, you definitely remembered last night.

"Hey...” You muttered, rubbing the back of your neck.

Bucky crossed his arms, keeping his expression neutral, even as his heart tried to beat out of his chest. “Hey.”

You cleared your throat. “So, um... Last night.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You let out a tiny groan, refusing to meet his gaze. “I was drunk.”

Bucky felt his stomach drop. Of course. You didn’t mean it.

You noticed his silence and hurriedly continued. “Not that I didn’t want to kiss you, just that I didn’t exactly… plan it? I don’t usually just do things like that.”

Bucky’s heart stalled.

Wait.

“…So, you did want to?”

Your face turned red. “I- uh-”

He stepped a little closer, tilting his head. “You did. Didn’t you?”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

Bucky grinned. A real grin. One that felt good felt right.

“You’re not embarrassing,” He murmured, gently pulling your hands away. “And you didn’t make things weird.”

You frowned. “I didn’t?”

“Nope.”

"So..., can I do it again?”

Bucky blinked. “…You wanna kiss me again?”

Your expression was still nervous and uncertain, but you nodded, just barely.

And that was all Bucky needed. He stepped forward. He lifted his hand to your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers.

And kissed you. Really kissed you. Not like last night. Not fleeting. Not hesitant. But slow. Deep. Certain.

You sighed into it, your hands sliding up his arms, gripping his shirt like you needed him, like maybe this had been something you had been thinking about too.

Bucky swore the world melted away. It was just you.

Your touch. Your warmth. The way you kissed him back, like there had never been any hesitation, like you had wanted this just as much as he had.

When you finally pulled apart, your forehead rested lightly against his, your breath uneven.

You laughed softly, still clutching his shirt. “So, uh…that happened.”

Bucky smirked, breathless. “Yeah. It did.”

Your fingers toyed with the fabric at his collar. "And it’s gonna keep happening...right?”

Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened. He looked you in the eyes, no more hesitation. “Absolutely.”

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