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jobean12-blog · 6 months ago

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Sunshine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 6.4K

Summary: It's a beautiful day that turns even more beautiful when you run into the most handsome man you've ever seen...and the grumpiest. Will his good looks be enough for you to stick around and get to know him?

Author's Note: I love a grumpy!Bucky and a reader who just won't give up on him! Kind of sunshine/grumpy trope with enemies/lovers mixed in a little too. This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy 🥰

Warnings: fun, flirty tension, a tiny bit of angst, grumpy!bucky, fluffy sweetness too

Waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop is always worth it and today, after a restless night, you really need the extra boost. Even though you’re behind schedule the stop is a necessity and despite the busy morning rush the line is moving quickly but apparently not fast enough for the person behind you who lets out a loud and frustrated huff.

Trying to be discrete you turn and look out of the corner of your eye.

The sight of him strikes you in a way you’re not prepared for.

Then the barista calls your name. You blink, dazed but thankfully able to recover well enough to give the barista a warm smile and thanks.

As you grab your napkins and gather your things you can’t help but steal glances at the man. He’s tall and broad shouldered, wearing a leather jacket that shows his biceps shaping the fabric, his long legs are clad in well fitted dark denim, and he’s the perfect mix of masculinity and male beauty.

His brooding expression doesn’t falter as he retrieves his drink order, but he does say ‘thank you’ and to your continued surprise, ‘excuse me,’ to whomever he passes.

With one last longing glance you head for the door, walking out into the sunshine and crossing the street to your favorite bench to enjoy your coffee before work.

You’re focused on your phone while you sip slowly so at first you don’t notice the dark shadow looming over you. But the rumbly and gruff voice startles you.

“You’re in my seat.”

You look up, shielding your eyes from the sun to see nothing more than a large shadow.

“What?” you ask, feeling discombobulated.

The shadow shifts and your eyes widen when you see the man from the coffee shop, his glower ferocious despite your now big smile.

“This is your seat?...It’s a whole bench.”

“Yeah…well.”

You look at the open space next to you and offer out a hand. “There’s more than enough room for both of us.”

His eyes narrow but he sits.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” you say brightly.

“I’m here almost every day,” he answers.

You keep your smile in place.

“Well, I’m running late so that must be why I haven’t seen you before.”

“Then why are you sitting on this bench talking to me?” he asks.

You bristle inwardly but your smile doesn’t falter.

“I still have time. I usually get in early, so it won’t be a problem.”

He stares at you, the breeze catching his scent and blowing it your way.

You try not to inhale, focusing on the fact that he’s super grumpy instead of the fact that he’s super hot and smells really good.

“I enjoy sitting out in the sunshine. It helps me feel grounded before I really start the day.”

The words tumble out unprompted but under his narrowed gaze you find yourself feeling less confident than usual.

He just “hmphs” in response and looks away, taking a sip of his drink.

“You say you sit here every day so what’s with all the…” and you motion to him, “grumpy? Is the sunshine not good enough for you?”

He turns your way again, lips pressed together but his eyes flaring with surprise. Before he can respond his phone rings. He looks at the screen with another mild puff of air then swipes his thumb over it.

“Wilson,” he says gruffly.

His voice drops low, and you look down at your phone, trying not to listen. Most of the conversation on his part is a series of grunts and mumbled responses so it’s hard to follow anyway.

After hanging up he stands abruptly and looks down at you, his gaze lingering before he gives you a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement and starts to walk off.

You yell after him, “I hope you find some sunshine!”

He doesn’t turn around but you’re sure you see his steps falter for just a second.

It’s only after you finish your drink that you stand and start the short walk to work, surprised to catch sight of the grumpy stranger across the street at the local VA, squatting down in front of an older man with a dog.

The grumpiness is gone, replaced by a warm smile that crinkles his eyes. All the air goes out of your lungs.

He looks up at that moment, noticing you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk across the street. His smile fades and you drop your head, speed walking away.

It’s Saturday morning and you’re standing outside the bakery, texting your friend to get their donut order. The door opens and you barely have time to register the whiff of familiar scent that floats by you when you look up and lock eyes with Mr. Grumpy himself.

You smile in greeting.

“You,” he answers.

Your grin widens. “Me. What are the chances? Your favorite bench stealer!”

He sighs heavily and glances back at the door to the bakery before pinning you with his stare again.

Now that the sun isn’t shining in your eyes you have a better chance to see the color of his. They’re blue. A gorgeous ocean colored blue framed by long, dark, and thick lashes.

His attention strays down your body and you feel tingles everywhere his eyes touch.

“Here for something sweet?” you ask.

He never gets the chance to answer because a man comes up behind him and grabs his shoulder, giving him a slight shove to move in front and say hi.

“Barnes! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend here?”

You smile warmly.

“Sam. Sam Wilson,” the friend says in introduction.

“Hi Sam!” you greet and give him your name.

“Barnes didn’t tell me he made a new friend,” Sam says.

“Barnes?” you repeat.

You direct your question to Mr. Grumpy whose been standing there silently murdering Sam with his eyes since he appeared.

Sam smiles triumphantly. “This here is James, but his friends call him Bucky.”

“Hi Bucky. Nice to officially meet you!”

Your tone is light and airy, and you wave.

“Hey,” Bucky answers, then turns to Sam. “Let’s go, the guys are looking forward to these donuts.”

“Is he always this grumpy?” you ask Sam.

Silence falls between you all, but it only lasts a moment, broken then by Sam’s loud cackle.

“Oh, I like her already!” Sam says.

Ignoring your comment-and Sam’s-Bucky repeats, “let’s go Wilson!”

Sam returns the favor, ignoring Bucky and focusing on you. “You should come down and visit us at the VA sometime. He’s never grumpy around the guys.”

“So just me then?” you ask with a laugh.

“That’s just because he thinks you’re beautiful,” Sam winks.

You steal a glance at Bucky and note the slight pink color that paints his cheeks.

“It was nice meeting you Sam. And you too Bucky.”

With those last words and a smile, you skirt past them and walk into the bakery. After placing your order you’re shocked to find Bucky standing at the pickup counter, hands in his pockets and shuffling on his feet.

“Miss me already?” you tease.

He doesn’t answer and instead hands you a business card. You take it and look down, reading the information for the VA and Bucky’s name.

“Thanks,” you say, meeting his eyes again and noting the pink still coating his cheeks.

He doesn’t answer but you think you see his lips lift into what might be a small smile before he casually strolls off.

His jeans are molded perfectly to his perfect ass, and you sigh.

“Are you going to go visit him?” Diana asks through a mouthful of donut.

“Nah,” you answer.

Diana’s eyes bug out of her head with a gasp.

“Um you said he was insanely hot. I don’t’ get it. You don’t NOT go visit.”

“You do if he’s a grumpy jerk.”

Diana laughs. “Maybe he needs to eat more of these donuts!”

You roll your eyes. “He had a whole box of them. He was with his friend Sam who was also hot. I should go visit him.”

“Ohhh make Mr. Grumpy jealous. I like it.”

You shove the card into your bag and grab a donut.

“I think we need more donuts for this day,” you retort.

After a long donut filled debate with Diana you decide to make the call to the VA office. To your happy surprise Sam answers.

“Hi Sam,” you say and tell him your name, thrilled he remembers you.

“I was just thinking I’d like to bring some treats down to the office this week. Is there anything in particular I should get?”

You can practically hear Sam’s smile through the phone. He rattles off some orders and then tells you the days and times that would work. When you hang up you feel lighter just knowing you could do something kind.

You’ve never been in the VA building before even though you’ve passed by it many times. The interior is warm and inviting and has a large walnut desk and matching benches nearby.

At the sight of the benches, you laugh to yourself, wondering if Bucky claimed these seats too.

“Hey.”

You barely catch the quiet greeting but look up to see Bucky standing by a doorway. You suddenly feel hyperalert, every inch of your sensitive tingling and awake. You almost forgot how gorgeous he is, his light blue henley fitted around his broad chest and his dark jeans showing off those long and muscular legs.

Your heart flutters as he crosses the hallway, hard expression on his face, before he stares down at the box of donuts.

“You can’t eat them all!”

He gives you a quelling look, though you’re sure you catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I can actually,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, “but when I’m here I share.”

“What if I want one?” you ask, feeling brave and maybe a little flirtatious.

It takes him a moment to answer as he holds you under his keen regard, sweeping his gaze down your body before it lingers on your lips and finally returns to your eyes.

“Maybe,” he grumbles, then turns on his heel. “Follow me.”

You enter a room with tables and chairs set up and one long counter and cabinets in the back where you see a coffee machine, refrigerator, and small microwave.

“Do you have a favorite?”

His question surprises you and it takes you a minute to realize he’s referring to the donuts.

“OH, yeah definitely. The Bavarian cream is the best!”

“Hm,” he replies.

He doesn’t indulge you with his favorite, so you decide to ask.

“What about you?”

“Glazed,” he says, then adds, “with sprinkles.”

You stare at him for a beat then a laugh bursts out of you.

“I was not expecting the sprinkles!”

You’re too busy laughing to notice his smile.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I visit,” you tell him when you finally catch your breath.

“You want to come back?” he asks, eyes narrowed.

You don’t have a chance to answer because Sam enters the room with a boisterous greeting.

“There you are!” he says. “So glad you stopped by to see us.”

“And I brought donuts!”

“Perfect,” Sam says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

You look back at Bucky as Sam leads you out of the room. “Don’t eat any of those!”

Bucky’s scoff is the last thing you hear before you step out into the hallway.

After Sam gives you a tour you meet some of the veterans while you share donuts. It’s wonderful to talk with them and make them laugh and you’re happy you made the visit.

Right before you leave you run into Bucky who’s hovering over the last of the box of donuts.

“Slim pickings huh?” you say as you look into the mostly empty box.

“Yeah,” he huffs with a scowl.

“Lucky for you,” you say and open the cabinet above your head, “I stashed one in here earlier before we gave them out.”

You pull out the paper plate and take the napkin off to reveal a glazed donut with colored sprinkles.

He studies you in such a way that your thighs press tightly together in reaction. His expression is irritatingly unreadable as your eyes meet again.

He shifts as if he’s uncomfortable, an awkward silence hanging between you, before he blurts out, “thanks doll.”

His expression morphs into one of surprise and it matches yours, but you recover quickly enough with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome Bucky. Thanks for having me.”

You’re just getting situated with your book on the couch, rain pelting the window outside, when your phone rings.

Sam’s name lights up the screen and you answer with an excited, “Ghostbusters, whaddya want?”

The silence your met with is unexpected as you were hoping for one of Sam’s bright laughs.

“Tell me that’s not how you answer your phone normally.”

At Bucky’s weary comment your smile falls. “Bucky? I thought it was Sam?”

“You sound disappointed,” he points out.

“Only because you seem bothered by my amazing phone answering skills. I’m sorry that one got lost on you. Sam would have loved it.”

“So, if you knew it was me calling what would have said?” he asks.

“Uh…hello?”

“Uh hello?”

“No…just, hell, ugh! Why are you calling me from Sam’s phone.”

Silence again.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah…I didn’t have your number and wasn’t sure you’d answer if I called from mine so…”

“Ok,” you say. “And now that you have mine just text me and I’ll have yours.”

He’s quiet again before he continues in a rush of words.

“So, we’re having our annual fundraiser gala soon and Sam mentioned that you said you’d like to volunteer more, and we could use some help planning.”

“I’m definitely interested,” you cheer. “When should I come by?”

You get all the information you need from Bucky and then hang up, his conversation stilted when you started getting more excited and telling him that you were looking forward to working with him and helping. He hung up with a mumbled goodbye and never text you to give you his number.

It makes your thoughts of his disinterest solidify and you try to let it go and focus on the good you’ll be doing.

The week moves slowly but when Friday comes around you feel the same lightness from the last time you visited the VA. It gives you renewed energy, and you open the door with a smile, searching for the familiar face of Sam or Bucky.

You don’t see either of them, so you head down the hallway to the small dining room. Sam is at the front by one of the windows. He waves, pointing to his phone to signal he’ll be right off, and Bucky is at the counter.

He turns to face you, and you walk over.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hiya doll,” he answers.

Confusion washes over you at his sweet endearment, but you push it down and focus on what he’s holding.

“More donuts!” you exclaim.

“We always have them,” he says lightly. “I got you a Bavarian.”

At your silence you feel his eyes on you, and you drag them away from the perfectly powdered and filled deliciousness in the box.

“Why didn’t you text me?” you ask without thinking.

“What?” he says, his brow furrowed.

“You never text me to give me your number.”

His attention never leaves you, his gaze drifting from your head down to your feet. When he reaches your face again he stares and pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“Can I have your number?” he asks quietly.

“Sure,” you say and take his phone to program it in.

“Thanks,” he says.

“And thank you for my donut,” you finally say. “That was really thoughtful.”

He nods and grabs a glazed before motioning for you to follow him. The rest of the day is spent pouring over invites and food orders as well as any little detail that needs to be squared away before the event.

Most of the time it’s you, Sam and Bucky seated at a table, but Sam leaves occasionally to take a phone call or manage something in the office.

During the down time you learn more about Bucky, asking questions and mostly getting abridged but not unfriendly answers. He seems genuinely interested in what you have to say and that, again, confuses you more as to his intentions-if he has any at all.

Once the sun has set and you’re worn out you help them clean up then gather your things.

“How are you getting home?” Sam asks as you walk together to the door.

“I think I’m gonna walk,” you tell him.

Bucky makes a sound of disapproval behind you.

“What?” you turn and ask.

“It’s late,” he states.

“And?” you answer.

“It’s not safe.”

“I appreciate your concern but after sitting most of the afternoon I want to walk.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

At Bucky’s statement both you and Sam give him a wide-eyed look.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell Bucky.

“Nah, he’s right,” Sam chimes in. “He should go with you. I would offer but I’m in the opposite direction.”

Sam tries to hide his smirk, but it’s written all over his face, so you just smile and accept Bucky’s kind and gentlemanly offer.

“Just gimme a sec. I want to grab something from my bike.”

“Bike?” you murmur as you track his movement toward a sleek black motorcycle parked at the curb.

Holy shit.

He doesn’t say a word as he walks back toward you.

“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle,” you say.

“Yeah,” he says while running a hand through his hair. “You know…easier in the city.”

“Smart and badass. It’s beautiful.”

That’s when he smiles at you, a real smile, for the very first time.

You nearly swoon.

“Yeah?” He looks boyishly pleased about your reaction.

You nod and give the bike one last look before you fall into step beside him. You chat about everything from the upcoming event to how he met Sam and even find out more about his motorcycle. He’s more open and comfortable and indulges you with more details about anything you ask.

As you pass by a bar a large crowd of young people come out, clearly drunk and rowdy as they sway and swerve as a mass toward you.

Bucky links your fingers together and deftly slides you out of harms way. Your skin tingles, little sparks of feeling shooting up your arm and it’s all you can concentrate on until the group passes by and continues down the street in a clamor.

“They seem like they’re having fun,” you giggle. “Thanks for the save there.”

The corner of his mouth starts to tilt upward and then he remembers he has a hold on your hand and his eyes drop and widen and he quickly let’s go, clearing his throat and mumbling, “no problem.”

“Did you ever go out like that and get wild?” you ask after a beat, hoping to lighten the mood again.

“Who me?” he asks and blows a raspberry. “Nah. I’m not really into big crowds much.”

“Then you should really enjoy the gala next week,” you say wryly.

“Right?” he answers. “If it weren’t for such a good cause and important to me, I’d skip it all together and stay behind the scenes.”

“Well at least you’ll have Sam!” you say in support.

“Actually…he’s usually caught up in everything since I leave all the talking and canoodling to him.”

“Canoodling,” you repeat and cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I can’t imagine you not wanting to canoodle.”

Your delivery drips with sarcasm, and he throws you another killer smile.

He has the sexiest smile ever. Of course he does. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t smile a lot, because of its killer effect? Or is he really just Mr. Grumpy? One or the other.

When you reach your apartment you walk toward the double doors, thanking him for walking you home. Searching for your keys in your bag you end up dropping your phone, bending to pick it up at the same time Bucky does.

You bump heads and he immediately apologizes and rests his hand gently on your forehead.

“You ok?” he asks, rubbing his thumb soothingly.

“Yeah,” you say, slightly breathless.

His gaze drops to your lips and lingers before coming back to your eyes.

“Hey um…” he starts, those beautiful blue eyes studying you, sweeping over your features, as if tallying every little detail he finds.

“Yeah?” you ask, giving him a sweet and reassuring smile.

“Uh, thanks, for the help today. I’ll see you soon.”

You deflate at his quick departure; telling him it was “your pleasure and you’ll see him later.”

You’re not even to your apartment door when your phone chimes. You retrieve it from your pocket and see Bucky’s name on the screen.

You open the text and nearly drop your phone again.

'Do you want to be my date to the fund raiser?'

Like sunshine bursting through a cloud, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, a fluttery warning that you’re way in over your head.

“What are you going to wear?” Diana asks as you stand in front of your closet.

“I have no idea!” you sigh. “I asked for a dress code, and he said ‘formal’…and that’s it. Then I asked what he was wearing, and he said, ‘a tux.’”

“Not very chatty, is he?” she mutters.

You shrug at stare at your closet that has nothing appropriate in it.

“Looks like we’re going shopping,” Diana says as she jumps off the bed and grabs her bag. “Come on, we’re gonna find you something that will knock his socks off.”

Bucky picks you up in a town car, and you smile graciously as he opens the door for you, your internal nerves wild as you wait for his reaction to your appearance.

Unfortunately, his reaction isn’t worth the nerves because he stares blankly at you before giving you an abrupt nod of greeting.

All the while you try not to drool over him in a tux.

When you arrive inside you can’t hide your beaming smile. It looks beautiful. All the details having come together perfectly to create an elegant yet comfortable atmosphere.

“You’re really doing wonderful work here,” you tell Bucky.

He holds out his arm for you and smiles. “Thanks doll.”

“You’re here!”

You turn at the familiar voice. Sam hurries over and takes you in.

“Wow,” he says, raising his brows. “Lucky man Barnes.”

He claps Bucky on the shoulder. “Enjoy yourselves. I’ll be around if you need me.”

Bucky places his hand on your lower back and leads you across the room to the table. Your breath catches at the sensation of his hand on your bare skin, but you try to shake it off.

His hand presses deeper into your back, and you follow his guide. People greet him and he says hello, but he doesn’t stop to chat.

“Shouldn’t you be taking the time to talk with these people?” you ask.

“Probably,” he says as he pulls out your chair.

You snort because he sounds like he couldn’t care less.

You’re the first people at the table and you stare at the fancy centerpiece.

“It really does look amazing in here.”

Bucky glances over it all, bemused.

“It does. I guess it’s necessary.”

“What do you mean,” you ask.

“I come to these events for Sam and the veterans. I want to raise money and help but if it were up to me it would all be quiet and low key. This kind of socializing isn’t my first choice.”

Turning to study his handsome face, you smile. “Is any kind of socializing your choice?”

He throws you a dark but amused look. “You’re funny”

You hold back more laughter and touch his knee, giving it a soft squeeze. His eyes meet yours and you swallow around the sudden sensation of your racing heart.

Needing to break the intense eye contact, you turn to observe the room, noting that more people are heading to their tables.

You spot Sam talking to a lovely woman and you feel Bucky’s smile.

“Sam likes her,” Bucky says quietly.

“Who is she?” you ask in a whisper.

He leans into you, his breath tickling your cheek as he murmurs, “the daughter of one of our veterans. They’ve met a few times, and I can tell he’s totally taken with her.”

You turn your head slightly, bringing your faces just inches apart. “She’s lovely. I’m sure she likes him too.”

His attention moves from Sam to you, and his eyes narrow as he realizes how close you are. But he doesn’t move back. Instead, he searches your eyes.

Your heartbeat skips and you’re almost afraid to breathe.

Needing to break the tension once again, you wrench your gaze away and find Sam shooting you a quick glance.

“I have the sudden urge to run over there and embarrass him,” you say with a devious smile.

Bucky’s answer is to move away but only because he throws his head back in laughter.

“I’d pay to see that,” he replies, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Before long, your table is filled, and Bucky introduces you to the people he knows. The older couple sitting nearest to you is just smitten with both you and Bucky, peppering you with questions and hanging on your every word.

They tell you their life story too, how they found each other and fell in love and have been together ever since. It warms you and you give his thigh another squeeze under the table.

He places his hand over yours and brushes his thumb across your knuckles.

The food comes and you turn his way, lightly tugging on your hand.

“I need that to eat,” you giggle.

“Oh, right,” he says with one more sweep of his thumb before he releases you with a soft expression.

The food is delicious, and you find yourself smiling between every bite.

“You two look like you’re having a good time.”

Bucky stiffens next to you, and you wait for his move before following his gaze to the older woman standing behind you.

“Don’t you look handsome as always James,” she comments then flits her eyes to you but doesn’t say anything more.

Bucky smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Mrs. Whitman. How are you?”

“Fine, just fine. Now I need to steal you away for a moment.”

Bucky’s eyes lift over Mrs. Whitman’s shoulder and his lips turn down in a frown.

“I can’t, sorry Mrs. Whitman. I’m here with someone.”

He looks at you and smiles.

Mrs. Whitman sighs, clearly annoyed.

“You can’t spare just a moment?” she pleads, trying to appear genuine.

“Sorry,” Bucky says as kindly as he can.

Without a goodbye she huffs off and you wait until she’s far enough away before looking at Bucky. His frown melts away as your gazes lock.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Her husband was a veteran, and he recently passed. She’s been trying to set me up with her daughter since, but I’m not interested.”

“I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble,” you tell him.

“No. Not at all doll. She can be rude sometimes, but I think she’s just struggling with grief and doesn’t know what to do with herself. I feel bad, but like I said. I’m really not interested.”

You smile reassuringly then excuse yourself to the bathroom, needing a little air. When you return, you see Bucky hasn’t moved from his seat and his gaze is zeroed in on the hallway to the bathroom.

As you cross the room toward him, his eyes drift down your body. His gaze lingers on your bare shoulders and the sway of your hips and by the time you reach the table, you need another restroom break to cool off.

He doesn’t move out of the way, so you have to brush up against him to sit back down. When your eyes meet, his are heated. You stare at each other, the music and chatter around you fading away.

The lovely old woman next to you breaks you out the haze when she asks where the restroom is. You point her in the right direction, telling her you’ll happily escort her, but she refuses kindly and slowly makes her way through the crowd.

Once she’s safely down the hallway, you look away and find yourself staring at Bucky. His face is close.

Too close.

Or maybe just close enough depending on how you look at it.

His eyes search yours and you ignore the rushing in your ears as you close the distance between you and gently brush your lips over his.

Your mouth tingles from the brief touch as you pull away.

He scowls hard at your mouth, but you’re not sure if it’s because you kissed him or because you barely kissed him.

“What…?” he starts to ask roughly, but a loud banging at the front of the room, startles you and pulls your attention away.

Sam stands at a small podium, a smile on his face as he greets everyone.

Nice timing Sam.

‘How’s work today?’

You smile at you phone and Bucky’s name on the screen.

‘It’s going…’ you type back. ‘How about you? I know you said your day was going to be busy.’

‘Up and down. We made some really good progress with one of our veterans today, but we lost one of our oldest members to cancer.’

‘Oh Bucky. I’m sorry it’s been a tough day. Do you need anything? I can come by on my lunch break.’

‘Thank you doll, I appreciate it. But it’s unfortunately something I’ve gotten used to. Comes with the territory.’

‘I’m here if you need anything.’

‘Thanks.’

You’re just clearing your desk at the end of the day when your phone rings. You smile at the sight of Bucky’s name, and you’re not surprised considering you’d received a text to inform you that your delivery had been successfully made.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hey.” His voice is low, a little hoarse. He clears his throat. “You sent me donuts.’

You grin at how confused he sounds. “I did and cookies.”

In fact, you sent him a dozen glazed- with sprinkles of course- donuts and a box full of assorted cookies from your usual favorite bakery.

“I wanted you to have a little treat after a long day. I know you might be used to it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard on you.”

He’s quiet so long you have a horrible feeling that you may have crossed a line. But then he speaks.

“Thank you doll. I really appreciate it.”

You smile and try to quell the butterflies dancing around your stomach. “You’re welcome!”

“I’ve never had so many glazed donuts to myself!” There’s a teasing tone to his confession.

“But you have to share the cookies!” you tell him, trying to sound stern.

“Yeah, I’ll do my best,” he laughs. “But really, thank you.”

“It was nothing,” you say trying to shake off the giddy feeling he’s giving you with a shrug he can’t see.

His voice is gravelly when he promises, “it’s not nothing to me.”

You teeter on your feet. “Well, I’m glad it cheered you up a little. I’m just heading out of work so…”

“So, I’ll let you go.”

Did you hear a smile in his voice?

“I’ll see you this weekend for Sam’s BBQ?”

“Yes! Looking forward to it,” you say.

“Great doll, see you then and I am too.”

With that, he hangs up and you stand at your desk and try to slow the rapid beating of your heart.

Bucky picks you up on his bike and you’re barely ashamed at how excited you are to ride with him.

He revs the engine when he pulls up at the curb where you’re standing and settles the bike with his leg on the sidewalk.

“No helmet?” you ask with a wave.

He sucks in a breath and his eyes are glued to your legs.

“Wrong outfit?” you say as you track his gaze. “I can go…”

“Nope,” he says quickly.

He hops off the bike and offers a hand to help you get on, squeezing his eyes closed when you get close to him and your shoulder brushes against his chest.

“Are you ok?” you ask him, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Yep. All good,” he says, voice strained.

You narrow your eyes at his sharp tone but take his offered hand and help onto the bike. Once you’re wrapped around him and pressed to his back you lean up and say, “what’s going on? You seem grumpy today?”

“Nothing,” he replies before revving the engine and pulling away from the curb.

It doesn’t take long to get to Sam’s and when you arrive Bucky parks his bike and hops off lithely and you wait for him to offer his hand to help you off.

To your surprise he takes you by the waist and lifts you off the bike in one easy movement. Your body is plastered to his as your feet slide to the ground.

You shiver at the contact.

“You cold?” He frowns at you.

“Nope,” you answer, looking away and straightening the bottom of your dress.

Over his shoulder you see Sam walking your way.

“There you two are!” he yells.

You wave and smile.

“You look gorgeous as always,” Sam says.

Sam leads the way to the backyard and Bucky places a hand at your lower back. Your brain fritzes and it’s all you can think about as you walk through the yard saying hello to people as you pass.

When you reach Sarah, Sam’s sister, you greet her with a warm hello, having met her once before at the VA. Bucky joins in the conversation, his fingers still warmly pressed into your skin when he starts to draw little circles on your lower back.

You suck in a breath and trip over your words and then he splays his palm and slides it around to your hip, drawing you into his side.

Your heart stops.

Sarah doesn’t seem to notice or if she does she doesn’t make it known and when Sam calls for her help she rushes off with a promise to come back and chat after.

“You seem to be in a better mood now that we’re here,” you say as you turn your eyes to Bucky.

His eyebrows draw in. “I…you look gorgeous.”

Your lips part and your mouth falls open.

“You always do. You did at the fund raiser. You do today. It’s just…I’m not good at…”

He trails off, his words dying on his lips and his cheeks turning your favorite shade of pink.

His words fill you with relief and you swear that it’s the lingering heat of that barely there kiss from the gala that you can’t seem to forget because the next thing you know you’re grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours.

You intend it to be a quick kiss, but he brings one of his hands to the back of your neck and the other presses deep into your back as he takes over. Your small gasp turns into a moan, and it ignites him. He deepens the kiss, hungry and desperate and it sets every inch of you on fire.

“Uh, there are children present.”

Sam’s voice cuts through the moment like a bucket of cold water and you move back. Bucky’s hand flexes at the back of your neck as if to stop you from moving away from him. You breathe hard and state at each other.

Best. Kiss. Of. Your. Life.

Bucky appears dazed enough for you to believe maybe it was for him too.

The party around you comes back to life and Sam’s broad smile fills your vision. He claps Bucky hard on the back. “I knew ya had it you Barnes!”

Sam saunters off with some extra pep to his step and you watch him walk back into the house. Bucky’s fingers close around yours and he tugs you away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer but just holds tightly to your hand until you reach a small garden enclosed by a low white fence. At the back there’s a wrought iron bench just big enough for two.

“This is so pretty,” you whisper as he walks you through the garden.

When you reach the bench he turns your way.

“You’re really going to share the bench with me?” you ask playfully.

His answer is to lift his hand to cup your jaw, his eyes dropping to your mouth. You hold your breath as he leans in. The first contact he makes is just a brush of his lips over yours. The briefest sweep.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass that first day we met,” he whispers against your lips. “I was having a rough day but it’s no excuse.”

“It’s ok,” you breathe out. “I forgive you.”

He does it again. Sweeps his lips along yours and you hear the quietest moan escape his throat as he leans in closer, pressing his soft, strong mouth to yours and taking your top lip between his.

With a smile forming against your mouth, he tilts his head and kisses you with a heat that rivals the one only minutes ago. His free hand slides around your waist and smooths along the curve of your spine, dragging you up against his body.

Without an audience he kisses you long enough to have you pulling back for need of air.

“Bucky,” you whisper, grabbing his biceps for support.

“I really am sorry,” he murmurs.

“You’re good at that.”

“At what?” he asks, distracted by your mouth again.

“Kissing.”

He hums. “That’s only because I’m kissing you. And I plan to keep kissing you. For as long as you’ll let me.”

“Forever sounds good,” you whisper at the feel of his lips hovering over yours.

“Won’t be long enough but it’s a start doll.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #grumpy and sunshine #enemies to lovers

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https-bobreynolds · 3 months ago

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bob headcanons

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x thunderbolts*! reader

summary: just some headcanons of bob, before and after you guys started dating.

author’s note: i love bob sm you don’t even know but WHERE ARE THE VOID X READER FANFICS AT- anyways, should i make any one of these into a short blurb/fanfic? let me know which one i should do <3

before:

bob who always stares at you, no matter who else is in the room

of course whenever you noticed, he always immediately looked away with a blush, “u-uhh, the sky looks so… b-blue today…”

no matter how you looked, he always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing on this earth, which to be fair, is the truth for him

bob who’ll always try and defend you from the other’s snarky remarks

bob who gets nervous every time you go on a mission, and will wait for you to come back safely, no matter what time it is

if you do come back injured, be prepared for him to wait for you in the medbay UNTIL the doctors have deemed you fully healthy

bob who always comes to your room (he’d knock the door first- obviously) whenever he can’t sleep, bringing his own set of bolsters and pillows

at first, he’d want to stay and sleep on the floor, saying that he just needed your presence- that sleeping on the floor is fine. but when you kept on insisting that it was fine, he just couldn’t resist.

he’d try to be careful, not to touch you or make you uncomfortable. but his efforts are gone in vain when he woke up the next morning, tangled in your limbs

bob who could care less about the mission cause anytime you’d go on missions together, his only mission is to make sure that you’re fine, that you’re protected and safe

bob who puts his book down whenever you come around, doesn’t matter if you talked to him or not, his focus is all on you

bob who blushes at every contact you make with him

bob who secretly gets jealous whenever you laugh at bucky or john’s jokes, wishing it was him

bob who would never confess first because he thought that he wasn’t good enough for you :(

after:

bob who, after you confessed, will never stop telling you how much he loves you

bob who’ll still stare at you, even less subtly now, but with even more love and affection if that was even possible, “you look… r-really beautiful, sweetheart”

bob who always tries and come accompany you on your missions- even though the others would usually reject the idea. at least he tried.

bob who will personally clean up your wounds whenever you come home from those missions, secretly taking first-aid kit lessons on youtube in his free time so he can properly heal you up

bob who now practically lives in your room, he just comes there whenever he can’t sleep, and snuggle you right up

whenever you’re away on missions, he’ll most definitely stay in your room, feeling comfort from your scent, your things, just the feeling of you…

he’ll help clean things up, do the laundry for you, organize your array of weapons, water your plants (which he got for you), and many more- anything that’ll help make your life easier

bob who wakes up early to cook you breakfast, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day according to him

most likely would remind you to eat and drink water every day cause he’s cute like that

he’ll also cook lunch and dinner for you whenever he can, remembering what you like and don’t like

bob who’ll cherish every moment with you, every gift you gave him, he just loves you so much and will always remind you how much you mean to him

bob who holds you in any time and way possible, especially whenever you’re both out in public. he hates loud noises, touching you gives him a bit of comfort

he’ll be extra touchy in private, but respectfully of course, always end up asking, “i-is this okay?”

bob who melts every time he sees you wearing his oversized clothes… which is most of the time

bob who whenever the team would go do movie nights, will always be seated next to you, making sure to cover the two of you under a warm blanket

bob who takes extra care of you when you’re sick or on your period, trust when i say this man will do his research for you

oh how badly he wishes he can take the pain for you

bob who needs reassurance every now and then

bob who can control his other sides best when he’s with you because your presence gives him calmness and solace

on the other hand though, if you are ever in extreme danger just know that his other side will 100% show up because he’ll do anything to protect you

his other sides, being void and sentry, of course, also has a soft side for you

#bob reynolds x reader #bob thunderbolts #bob reynolds #thunderbolts #headcanon #fluff #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #x reader #reader insert

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sunday-bug · 27 days ago

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Bucky Barnes, Girl Dad

Pairing: Avenger!Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Word Count: <900

Content: slight dirty talk, foreplay, pregnancy mention

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

Synopsis: You welcome Bucky home from a week long mission.

A/N: Sometimes I just gotta write domestic fluff/Dad!Bucky because he’s always up there in my brain & I would birth a baseball team for him 🤷🏼‍♀️

Chalk dust stains the knees of your jeans as you bend over, filling in the rainbow with your two girls.

“We need more lellow, Mama!” Winnie mutters, waving the broken piece of yellow chalk around her head.

“It’s yellow, Winnie,” her older sister, Beatrix, states knowingly. “Y-e-l-l-o-w - isn’t that right, Mommy?”

“That’s right,” you say. “Good spelling, Bea.”

“Thanks! I got an A on my spelling test today. I brought it home to show Daddy tomorrow!”

“That’s awesome. He’ll be so excited to see that, sweet pea. He should be home in a few hours after you two are in bed,” you say.

“Mama! Write Daddy there,” Winnie says, pointing under the arch of the rainbow.

“Okay, baby,” you agree. You take a white piece of chalk and start to write under the comically large rainbow on the front porch: Welcome Home Daddy! Love, Your Girls. Beatrix adds a heart and Winnie a scribble.

“Alright, let’s get you two in the tub. You’re both covered in chalk!” You pick the toddler up and hoist her on your hip as your 7 year old holds the front door open for you both. You start a bath for them, adding an extra capful of bubbles for fun. They both get in, and you kneel by the tub, scrubbing away - shampoo mohawks and bubble beards are made and rinsed away amid giggles and only one spat over a toy fish. Beatrix picks out a bedtime book while you dress Winnie in her favorite Bluey nightgown, and you get them both tucked into bed. After a story and two kisses, they settle and close their eyes. You turn on the night light and crack the door just so before heading out to the living room. It’s 8:30 now. Bucky should be home before 9, so you catch up on dishes and pick up stray markers, stuffed animals, and a lone sock. After filling Alpine’s food bowl, you change into one of Bucky’s flannels, button it halfheartedly, and kick back on the couch. You feel your body relax and sink into the cushions as the door creaks open. Finally. Solo parenting for a week isn’t for the faint of heart.

“Hey beautiful,” he says, dropping his bag by the door and walking to you. “God, I missed you.”

You stand up and wrap your arms around him. “I missed you too, baby.”

“Thanks for leaving the porch light on,” he whispers into your hair. “I saw the art out there. Nothing better to come home to than my girls."

“How was it?” You ask, looking up at him, assessing him for any injuries.

“Easy, simple. Too long,” he admits. “I don’t like being away from you guys that long. How are you feeling?” He asks, skating a hand under the flannel to your growing bump.

“I feel great, actually. That second trimester energy burst has kicked in. And she’s started moving a lot more,” you say softly.

“Three little girls - what am I going to do with that?” Bucky chuckles, pulling you closer. “I feel out of my depth already.”

“You were born to be a girl dad, baby,” you giggle. “Bea and Winnie already have you wrapped around their fingers. This little gal will be no different.”

“And you,” he whispers, brushing your hair back behind your ear and leaning down to kiss your neck. “You have me wrapped around your finger. Since the first day I met ya.”

Your skin prickles in pleasure at his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck. His breath ghosts over your pulse point and you sigh, running your hands up his arms to his broad shoulders.

“Oh, you missed me, huh?” He teases, bringing his lips to yours. “I can hear your heart racing, my love - it’s one of my favorite sounds.”

You smile into his kiss. “What are your other favorite sounds?”

He leads you to the couch and helps you straddle his lap, his face contemplative. “I love Bea’s hearty laugh. It reminds me of Becca’s when we were kids. I love hearing Winnie’s sweet voice call for “Daddy” in the morning after she wakes up. Alpine’s purring when she curls in my lap. Your footsteps walking to our bedroom after a long night. Your little sighs when I kiss you… and your not-so-little sounds when I’m inside you.” Your hips rock instinctively at his last comment, and his hands pull your hips into his like a habit.

“You make me crazy after all this time,” you breathe, arching your back as he pops open the buttons of your shirt.

“It just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?” He rasps, rolling your nipples between his skilled fingers, pinching ever so slightly.

“Uh huh,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “Welcome home, baby.”

“What a warm, wet welcome,” he teases, palming you through your underwear.

“It was a long week without you!”

“I can tell,” he whispers. “Let me make up for lost time.”

And he does. And he does. And he does.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut #thunderbolts*#thunderbolts #sebastian stan #bucky smut #dad!bucky x reader #girl dad!bucky #mom!reader #pregnant!reader #bucky can breed me

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love-bucky-3000 · 2 months ago

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Joyride (Steve x Bucky x Reader) 18+

Summary: What happens when you're stuck in the back with Steve when traffic hits?

WC: ~3500

Tags: smut, Steve Rogers x Reader, implied Steve x Bucky x Reader, car sex, fingering, implied Mob Boss Stucky bc why not

Uh, Hi so i haven't written in like 5 years and this is my first smut so um if you know me in real life don't read thanks! This isn't proof read so hopefully you dont find too many mistakes. Hope you enjoy:)

The car ride to upstate New York was peaceful and beautiful. That is, until a pile up on the interstate threw a wrench in the plans. Traffic was grid locked and there was no way on or off the highway. You were still happy though. You never took spending time with Steve and Bucky for granted. Between their legitimate and, well- less than legitimate, business matters, Steve and Bucky were spread thin. It took Steve coming home with the need for stitches in his side for you to finally put an end to it. You all needed a vacation, and desperately. The perks of dating the most feared mod bosses in New York was that they had safe houses in just about every state in the northeast United States and the one in New York was more of a couple’s wet dream than a safe house. The boys promised endless relaxation and endless fucking and you were more than ready for it.

“Motherfuck-” Bucky’s voice was cut off by a loud honking and the car jerked forward. It was Bucky’s turn to drive, Steve insisted that he needed extra cuddles from you in the backseat in order to “heal faster” (the stitches were taken out a week ago but you weren’t going to complain). Bucky mumbled another curse under his breath after being cut off again. It seemed that every time the car in front of you moved an inch, another car was there to take its place.

You sighed and stretched your head back onto Steve’s shoulder. You sat between his legs with your back to his chest with him propped up against the door. It wasn’t the safest way to ride but the speedometer hasn’t topped 5 miles per hour in over 2 hours. While you and Steve were comfy in the back, you felt bad that Bucky was the one having to deal with this. Steve told him to use the backroads when possible, but Bucky just wanted to get you to the safe house and into the giant 5 person shower he promised you as quickly as possible, and you’ve already had to smack the side of Steve’s head once when he started to say “I told you so”. Afterall, it was Bucky’s idea to drive separately from their normal drivers. You loved the idea of being alone with them in the car, but now, you’re wishing you had Bucky back here too.

You leaned forward and rubbed your hand up and down Bucky’s right arm after another honk was heard. He huffed and dropped his head back onto the head rest and closed his eyes. You squished his bicep and kissed his cheek. You’ve been watching his side profile since you leaned back on Steve and this was the first glimpse of a smile you’ve seen since traffic became congested.

“I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this” you whispered in his ear after you rested your chin on his shoulder. You looked out the front windshield and cars stretched on for miles. His hand reached back and stroked the side of your head as he turned his own and kissed what he could reach of your lips.

“Not your fault, doll. I thought we would be there by now..” He looked disappointed. According to Steve, Bucky had a whole evening planned for both of you. He didn’t spare details but the blush and the smirk that appeared on his face was enough.

You yelped as a hand landed harshly on your ass. It was cooling down in New York in preparation for the fall but you had worn comfy shorts so you didn’t overheat with your personal furnace sitting next to you. The personal furnace in question just smacked your ass. You and Bucky jumped for different reasons. The smack scared you and Bucky just had you yell in his ear. Steve was giggling and you realized that position you had put yourself in. You were on your knees on the wide bench on the backseat with your ass in the air to reach Bucky. No wonder he had the bright idea of spanking you.

You rolled your eyes. “Steve, I’m trying to make Bucky feel better.” Bucky hummed and I knew he was smirking at Steve from the front seat. Suddenly, a car honked. Bucky cursed and you looked up to see a large gap between you and the car in front. Bucky stepped on the gas, which sent you flying back into Steve. Steve grunted as you landed back against him. “Sorry sorry!” You said as you tried to wiggle out of Steve’s arms to make sure you didn’t hurt his side. Steve’s arms tightened around you and he buried his nose into the side of your neck.

“Baby, you have to stop wiggling.” He mumbled into your ear. You blushed. You didn’t land on his stomach like you thought, you landed right on his crotch. You paused your wiggling and relaxed into his arms. He loosened his grip but kept you on his lap. Wet kisses were pressed under your ear and down your shoulder where your sweater had slipped down in the fall. Steve hit your sweet spot and you hummed. You tilted your head back to allow Steve more access. He grinned against your skin and gently bit into the spot, sucking on it to ease the slight sting. You bit your lip and turned your head toward him.

“What are you doing?” You murmured. Steve kissed his way up to your ear.

“Just killing time…” he said at the same time as he grabbed your hips and pushed you back onto his growing length. During his recovery, you refused to let him see much action in the bedroom, aside from a few blowjobs and handjobs from both you and Bucky, and he was desperate to be back into one of you. He went back to kissing your neck and moving your hips back to meet his. You could hear his breathing pick up slightly and feel his kisses getting heavier. You let out a little moan when his kisses turned harsh and you melted back into his hold.

You heard Bucky inhale sharply and you lowered your eyes to meet his without moving your head. You met his steel blue eyes filled with lust and something else. Jealousy? Your brain was too mush to decipher it. Steve stopped kissing your neck to look up at Bucky. You watched Bucky’s eyes take in all the red spots littering the right side of your neck. His eyes grew hard. The right side? Yeah, that’s definitely the right of your neck. Bucky’s side of your neck. When the three of you started this relationship, the boy’s proposed that they each get a side of your body they can mark (with permission of course). They were competitive, always bragging on who left the bigger hickey. You let them have their fun. You were getting kisses either way.

Your eyes darted to see Steve’s face out the best you can in your position and he was smirking. “What’s that face for, punk?” Steve said, his voice dripping with pleasure. He knew Bucky couldn’t get to him, but that wouldn’t stop anything from happening at the house. “You marked my side of our girl, Steve,” Bucky’s voice was flat and a little strained. You couldn’t tell if the tension was from driving or if he’s been watching Steve hump you back into him. Steve frowned and looked at your neck in mock confusion. “I don’t know, Buck, you weren’t here to do it yourself…” You heard Bucky growl, and the car jerked forward again. Steve was in big trouble later.

Before you could say something to stop Bucky from doing something stupid, like dragging Steve out into the middle of traffic and tanning his ass black and blue, Steve’s hands began to wander. His right hand rose up your sweater to lay flat on your stomach, tracing small circles around your naval. His kisses didn’t resume but his head stayed right where it was, tucked into your neck. His fingers traced up to your bra line and back down towards your belly button, softly, teasingly.

“Whatcha say, baby? Wanna give Buck a show?”

Your eyes fell back to Bucky, who had his head thrown back onto the rest and was watching from the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly and gave you a wink- his permission to you. You didn’t need it but it was a nice reminder that if anyone were to get punished for this show it would be Steve. You smiled at Bucky and turned your head to mouth at Steve’s neck. You bit him hard, hearing his borderline whimper before whispering, “I’d love to.”

Steve answered by dragging his fingers up your sweater before exposing your bra to the car. You had a moment of panic before remembering how tinted the SUV you were in was. Steve allowed you to sit up to remove the sweater and he unclasped your bra while you leaned forward. You held the bra to your chest and resumed your previous position against Steve. You smirked at Bucky, who was once again not paying attention to the traffic. He cocked an eyebrow and pointedly looked at your hands covering your breasts and the back up to your eyes. You slowly peeled the fabric down your arms, finally allowing Bucky unrestricted viewing of your chest. He bit his lip as his eyes racked in your upper body. His gaze sent you blushing.

His sight was unrestricted for a short time because Steve took your breasts both in his hands. He cupped them from below and ran his thumbs across your hardened peaks. You whimpered and arched your chest into his hands. You missed both of their touches. It has been a long few weeks of them working. Quickies weren’t enough any more.

“Aw, princess, am I making you feel good? You like when I play with your nipples for everyone to see?” You knew the only person who could see was Bucky, but that didn’t stop the zing of pleasure rocketing down to your core.

“How’s our girl looking, Buck? You wish these were your hands rubbing our sweet girl’s nipples? Maybe, you want your mouth on them? Making our girl moan your name instead of mine?” Oh, Steve’s going to get it. You missed Bucky’s hands tightening on the steering wheel and him taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, again. He’ll make you kiss his swollen lips later.

Steve laughed at his growling before taking your nipples between his middle and index fingers, rolling the bud back and forth. Your soft moans were filling the car, making Bucky’s cock press up against the seam of his jeans. He faced forward, wanting to get out of this traffic as soon as possible.

Steve returned to biting your neck, leaving “his” side of your neck free of bites. He enjoyed teasing Bucky but he wasn’t cruel, he’ll leave a side blank for his best friend to mark. He’s generous like that.

Steve switched between rolling and plucking your nipples, making your core throb. Your panties were soaked and Steve knew it. “How wet is your pussy, baby? Tell me before I find out myself. Tell Bucky how wet I made you by just touching your pretty little nipples.” Your face and core were on fire. You bit your lip and pouted up at Steve who smiled and cocked an eyebrow. You pushed your hips up into the hand still resting on your waist and whined. Steve tsked, “Tell us how wet you are, or I’m not touching you.”

“Steveee” you whined again.

“Listen to him, darling” came from the front of the car. Bucky wasn’t watching any more. Traffic was starting to creep forward, taking all his attention, but the only thing on his mind was how good your whiny mouth feels wrapped around his cock.

“I’m so w-wet for you, Stevie. Please, please touch me.” You hoped you said it loud enough for both men to hear and you guess you did because Steve’s hand ventured into the waist of your shorts and rested over your pussy. Steve’s hand cupped your pussy and ground the heel of his hand into your clit, making you jerk. You cursed the barrier of your panties between your pussy and his hand. “God, Bucky. Her panties are soaked, she’s dripping down to the seat.”

“Yeah? I’m going to make you lick it up if you make her mess up the seats.”

You shivered at the visual of Steve on his knees on the floorboard of the car with Bucky’s hand woven into his hair to hold his head to the upholstery of the seats, making him lick up everything you gave him. Bucky echoed your moan with a laugh and another curse to the traffic.

Steve pushed your panties to the side and traced a finger along your outer lips, not yet breaching into the wetness. “He still sounds tense, baby, you think if I make you cum, he’ll loosen up?” No, you really didn’t think that would help Bucky but it would sure help you, so you nodded your head anyway. Steve chuckled and tapped his finger against your clit. You jumped and moaned, Steve mimicking your moan as your ass grinded back against his now steel hard cock. You could tell the bastard left his underwear in his suitcase from how much you felt of him through his grey sweats.

Steve circled the tip of his middle finger around your clit, grinding harder and harder into it but keeping his pace slow. When he reached the point in almost hurting you from pressure, he swirled his finger in the opposite direction, lightening his touch with every circle, driving you insane. He repeated the pattern until you stopped caring who heard your moans. Your head was back against his shoulder and every moan and whimper was going straight to his cock. Steve didn’t know if he was going to make you cum first or if you were going to make him cum first.

When his cock gave a particularly hard twitch, he stopped his motion on your clit, making you let out a big whine. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’ll make you cum- don’t worry. But first, ask Bucky how I should make you cum.” It took you a second to process the command after Steve brought you so close to the edge of completion then took it away. He pinched your nipple and, yep, that cleared the fog.

You lifted your head from Steve’s shoulder to look at Bucky’s profile. He was white knuckling the steering wheel with his metal hand and his right hand was gripping his thigh so close to where he needed you the most. Your mind was clouded with the nights you got on your knees for him, sucked him off until he couldn’t say his own name. God, what you wouldn’t do to taste both of them right now…

Another pinch of your nipple sent a sharp moan from your mouth and you watched as Bucky readjusted himself and rolled his neck around to relieve tension. When you spoke up, your voice was small and whiney.

“B-bucky?” You whimpered and you watched Bucky take a deep breath in. “Yes, doll?” His voice was husky and straight sin. Your core clinched just hearing how affected he was from something he couldn’t even see.

“Can, um, can Steve make me cu-aH!” Steve stopped you mid sentence with a slap to your nipple. “I didn't say to ask permission, baby. He’s not in charge right now. I said to ask how I should make you come.”

“S-sorry” you whined, “Buck, h-how should Steve make me cum?” You bit out. Bucky took a deep breath and you watched his hand give himself a squeeze. Those jeans must be killing him. He cleared his throat before speaking, “Steve, make her squirt.”

You felt Steve grin, that little menace. They’ve never made you squirt before, but it was the motion they do with their hands that is enough for you. Steve slipped his hand further down your pussy until he reached your soaking entrance. He pushed his middle finger in as deep as it could go at this angle and you clinched down hard. “God damn, baby. You gotta let me in. Fuck, I wanna bury my cock into your pussy so bad already.” Steve moaned into your neck. His cock twitched against your lower back and you pushed back into it. Steve groaned and grinded up. “I didn’t say to make yourself come, jerk.” Bucky huffed from the front and if Steve wasn’t pressing against your g-spot with every thrust of his finger, you would have giggled.

But Steve is currently taking all your breath away with a single finger. His thumb has joined in by circling your clit every time his middle finger pushed back into you. The pace was slow but overwhelming. You were getting off on Steve’s finger, his moans, and knowing Bucky was listening to every single thing happening.

“Steve, baby, fuck mee” you whimpered as you clinched around his finger.

Steve felt you clinching harder and faster. He sucked a hickey right below your right ear and inserted his ring finger. He’s missing the rings that usually dons that hand, unfortunately, but once Steve starts the come hither motion, all thoughts are ripped from your mind. You really can’t tell how loud you're being with the sound of blood rushing through your ears, but Steve seems to be enjoying it. He hasn’t stopped grinding his cock into the top of your ass this whole time and he’s starting to sound like he’s close.

“Fuck, baby-princess. You’re gonna make me- fuck- cum, sweetheart. Are you close?” His hot breath was tickling your neck as he moaned. You could feel it. The orgasm creeping into your core. It came quickly after being so pent up. You ground your hips up into his fingers and back into his cock. His fingers barely left you empty with the speed they were thrusting in and out of your pussy.

The slick sounds coming from your pussy were going straight to Bucky’s cock, which he was now basically jerking off over his pants, a sight he knows you’ll be sad to miss. Bucky could see traffic beginning to move steadily up ahead but they were still miles deep. He’s just praying he can make it to the cabin before blowing his load. He hopes Steve will have to sit in his own cum for the rest of the trip as punishment for making him listen.

Steve was now using his other hand to rub tight circles over your clit and it was all over then. You core clinched around Steve’s fingers as your relief washed over you. His fingers kept a steady pressure on your spot and worked you through your orgasm. You moaned and whimpered in his neck.

You were starting to come back down, your legs still shaking when you felt Steve pick up the pace against your back.

“Fuck, baby, please please help me come. ‘m so hard for you, I can’t take it anymore-fuck- ‘m going to blow right here, princess” Steve was a mess behind you, gripping your waist tightly as he used your ass to get off. You hoped there were bruises there tomorrow so you could make him kiss it better.

You reached up and behind you so your fingers could tangle into the hairs at the nape of his neck. You tugged lightly, earning a whine from Steve. You would be surprised if his trusts weren’t rocking the car.

“Come for me Stevie.”

Steve groaned loudly and he trusted his cock against you two more times before he came, arms holding you to his body. He whined and moaned into your ear until he finally calmed down. You stoked the back of his head, fingers running through his blonde hair as he came down. You dotted kisses along his cheek and neck.

Steve groaned and squeezed you in a hug, “Thank you, princess.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. You opened your eyes and looked out the window behind Steve and saw the world flying by. You gasped and looked at Bucky, who was now driving freely and too far over the speed limit. The GPS on the center dash now read less than two hours until you reached paradise.

You kissed Steve then leaned up and kissed Bucky on the cheek and made eye contact with him through the rearview mirror. His eyes were blown and he was still breathing deeply but he smiled at you. “I’m okay, doll, just wait until I have Steve at the cabin.” He smirked and you heard Steve cough after choking on his spit. You laughed and fixed your clothes. Steve adjusted himself in the seat to a more normal position and you settled yourself in the middle, tucked against his side. You watched the world travel by, before closing your eyes to get some rest. You fell asleep, listening to Bucky griping about Steve marking the wrong side of your neck and Steve running his hand up and down the length of your back.

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moonymeloncholymoney · 5 months ago

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- love Joaquin :))

summary: what happens when Y/n stark, who has given up on love, meets the physical embodiment of sunlight Joaquin Torres only for her father to find out what they were doing ;) warnings: nothing just pure awkward fluff. Also please don't judge this is my first fic i have ever written but i am always open to constructive criticism :)). English is not my first language please don't mind the grammatical mistakes. word limit: 12.1 k (i am sorry 😭)

To say that the war was tiring was an understatement because not only did it put everyone’s life at risk but it also left everyone exhausted. Some bound with the trauma of fighting with extra-terrestrial beings like Peter and some just tired of war like Bucky. But the wait was over and so was the war. Everyone you ever loved was right beside you, standing strong as ever. Your dad was fine and so was Natasha. Yes, Steve was gone and yes, you did miss him a lot but you understood why he left, he left for love. Love that you had never experienced, love that never found its way to your heart. You saw love everywhere around you. You felt it lingering in the silent glances that your dad gave Pepper, the way Wanda saw home in Vision and in the way Clint fought for Laura. You craved for that love, the one where the noise numbs down and the only thing ringing in your ear is the echo of sweet nothings whispered by the one you love, by the one who loves you. But after years of trying to find that love in one-night stands, open ended situationships and an unhealthy amount of time on dating sites, you gave up. There is a saying that love finds you once you stop looking for it, well you didn’t know how much of it was true until you met him.

You were working on a new A.I system with your father in the tower when his presence hit you like warm sunlight on a bitter winter day. His skin was the color of honey, his eyes hues of coffee brown and a smile brighter than June summer. He came in with Sam, who after taking up the mantle of the new cap had to pass down his legacy to someone younger and that someone being him. Joaquin was his name. “Joaquin”, you said quietly to yourself as he and Sam conversed with your dad. His name rolled off your tongue with such ease almost as if it belonged there. “Yes?”, Joaquin answered at hearing his name. Even though it being just merely above a whisper, your voice caught him and latched onto him. Both Sam and Tony turned to look at you. You were not one to be anxious, especially for a boy but something about how his voice turned out to be even sweeter than you had imagined and that both your dad and Sam’s attention was on you, made you a little weak in the knees making you almost trip on your step as you tried stand straighter. “Oh umm nothing, I- uh I think you have a very beautiful name that’s all”, you said while removing the glasses perched on your nose. The statement raised eyebrows of the two silghtly older men in the room and smile from Joaquin. “Thanks- uh thanks a lot. I am sorry you are?” said Joaquin as he took a few steps in your direction “Y/N” you said as you smiled at him. “Y/N, as in the Y/N Stark? The one who helped in making vision? And so much of the stark industries tech during the battle of earth?” “in the flesh.” Your introduction sure made him raise his hand forward to greet yours but clearly your father had other plans. “ I am Joaquin, which already you know by now, I really appreciate your work.” But before you could shake his hand you dear father had already appeared between the two of you. “Okay birdboy, you better show me what you got before you continue to do whatever it is you’re doing with my daughter.” He said while pointing at Joaquin. “oh my god dad please” you said whispering into Tony’s ear, for some reason you felt like a teenager in an adult’s body trying to make sure your dad doesn’t embarrass you in front of your new found crush. “Sure sir, will do” he said while staring directly in your eyes and winked as he followed Tony into the lab across where you were working. “Looks like someone’s got a little crush…” said Sam in the most sing song voice ever while making his way to the lab, making you jump slightly. “Stop seriously, not funny” you said while harboring the small smile on your face as you got back to work, “Whatever you say nerd, whatever you say” Sam said while raising his hands in defeat and receiving the most unserious glare from you ever causing him to chuckle his way out of there. Looks like you had developed somewhat of a crush.

Both Joaquin and Sam had started to spend most of their time in the stark tower as they were working on both of their new suits and trying to get intel on a new group of rebels which were trying to steal admantium from the American government which therefore required a lot of your help. You could feel his stare on you sometimes but the moment you looked back he would be quick to glance away. He thought you were…ethereal. He had been attracted to people before but this was different, he couldn’t get himself to not look at you at least 50 times a day. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t understand and he couldn’t stop admiring you anytime you came into the lab. The way your hair fell in front your face when you worked, the way you bit the top of your pencil when you had to really focus and the way your laugh echoed through the walls of the lab when his eminent ant-man fanboy came out. He liked looking at crease that formed between your eyebrows when you concentrated, oh and he loved the dimple that formed when- “You’re gonna burn a hole into her face if you keep staring at her like that.” said Sam startling Joaquin out of his lovesick gaze. “pphhf, please I was not-I wasn’t staring”, “Sure, you were totally not looking at her like she was a damn piece of cheesecake.” Sam said as his eyebrows went flying to the ceiling. “look man, you are a great guy, pretty decent looking too so you better man up and ask her out cause you’re not the only person in the queue who would want to go on a date with her.” Joaquin listen to Sam’s advice while he mustered up the courage to ask him, “how?...i mean how do I even ask her out dude she is…y/n you know? What if I am not up to her standards man? I mean she is after all Tony stark’s daughter” he said while shutting his laptop down and turning completely to face Sam. “Just be yourself dude.” “be yourself? What kind of garbage advise is that!”, “You know what kid? Figure it out yourself. I’m out of here” Sam pointed his pencil towards joaquin before getting up from his chair and walking outside the room, “HEY, hey man don’t leave me hanging here! Sam! Come on bro…great” joaquin popped back into his seat when he was startled once again by a new voice. “He’s not wrong you know?” said Nat. “OH MY GOD, wow umm miss-no uhh ma’am. hello black widow ma’am, hi I am” “Joaquin I know, tony told me about the new falcon” Nat entered the room with an apple in her hand and pointed towards Y/N, “she likes danishes, strawberry ones specifically.”, “yes ma’am” he said while taking out a worn out small notebook form his back pocket. “iced coffee, room temperature and no ice, also try to get more cream on top if you can” she said while swirling her hands in the air, “mhhmm” he said while scribbling into his notebook. “Oh and one more thing” she says while leaning towards his desk in front of him, “don’t hurt her. I haven’t retired yet.” Joaquin gulped a little before violently nodding his head, “Good” Nat said while walking out of the room. Joaquin sighed and slid back into his seat after checking if no one else was in the room this time.

It was nice working with someone your age, someone who understood you a bit better than people who even though you loved were way older than you. He was sweet, really sweet. It was funny cause it was generally you who had to make sure if everyone was doing fine. If Sam had his morning coffee or not, if Tony took his meds, If Nat hadn’t overworked herself and Bucky was regularly going to his therapy sessions or not. So, it was an unexpected but extremely sweet surprise when you found a note stuck to your laptop with a box of strawberry Danishes and an iced coffee on the side. You read the note, ‘Danishes, strawberry ones specifically. For when you work those extra nights for us. Thank you so much Y/N we couldn’t have done it without you. - Joaquin :)) ps: also just for general knowledge, what exactly would be your favourite kind of flowers?.’ You let out a breathy chuckle while reading the last line when you felt your vision getting blurry. You knew people appreciated the work you did but it wasn’t every day that people acknowledged it. “Thats sweet”, you jumped when you saw Nat behind you staring at you with a cheeky look on her face. “oh my god Natasha you really got to stop doing this” you say as you put a hand to your chest and look beside you where Nat was now standing. “What helping my dear friend find love because she deserves it?”, “No, scaring people by appearing out of nowhere”, you stood up straight and picked up the box of strawberry danishes and offered one to her. “So…you told him I like strawberry danishes didn’t you?”, “I have no idea what you’re talking about”, “mhhmm shure” you said with mouth full of danishes. “he is a good kid you know…a hot one too” Natasha said while picking a Danish up and popping it in her mouth. “NATASHA” you almost choked on your Danish and had to take a sip of the coffee you were bought. “what don’t act like you haven’t been undressing him with your eyes” she poked your shoulder and went to sit down on your rotating chair. You coughed violently before speaking up, “First of all, what is wrong with you and secondly no I haven’t been undressing him with my eyes” you said quietly trying to avoid her gaze. Nat stood from her chair and faced you, “Look sweetheart I know how feel, you don’t want to get your heart broken like before but that doesn’t mean you devoid yourself of ever experiencing love again and who is telling you to marry him? Just one date, try it out. He might turn out to be the Ron to your Hermione, you know what I mean?” you laughed loudly as you asked, “You’ve read harry potter?”, “yeah who hasn’t read harry potter dude I am a proud slytherin”, “okay Nat well for your information I consider you the Ron to my Harry”, you said while you engulfed her into a hug from the side and kept your head on her shoulder, “I told myself I would never cry but I think this moment might be worth it”, said Nat while hugging you back. “think about it okay?” she said quietly while getting out of the hug and walking towards the door. “mhmm I will” you said as you slowly sat down on your chair with a slight smile on your face. “also y/n” Nat said suddenly appearing from the hallway, peeking through the door, “yes?”. “I love you” she said looking into your eyes, “I love you too nat. so very much”, you said as you went back to your work feeling a little bit happier than before.

Days passed and Joaquin's nervousness increased day by day as there was no reply to his note and because he knew that the moment his suit was made he would have to stop coming by anymore and most probably miss his chance of ever asking you out. That was until today when after a slight malfunction with his suit he came to visit the stark tower. “umm Mr stark, I actually wanted your help with…” You were working in the lab when you heard him enter the room and looked up from your files when you saw him in his suit and you may or may not have been undressing him with your eyes in that moment. Damn it, Nat. “I can help you with…” you said as you took slow but deliberate steps towards him. “umm the wings, the wings are very tight- a bit a bit tight actually” he said stuttering a bit as he somehow managed to look into your y/e/c eyes. “the wings right” you stood exactly right in front of him only a mere inches apart as you raised your hand and put it right behind his shoulder and unclipped his suit. His eyes flickered right down to your lips wondering how they must feel against his exactly when your eyes scanned his face, all his freckles and spots coming right into view. “Lilies”, you whispered into the small space between the two of you, “what?” his eyes widened as he realized that he had finally gotten a response out of you, “general knowledge.” you slowly went behind him and hugged him from behind only to unclip the front portion of his suit, “right…”, he said while turning his head to the side to face you. “I also like dinner, Italian preferably.” You said as you came back to face him as the upper portion of his suit falls onto the ground leaving him in nothing but the lower portion of his suit and the dog tags that dangled from his bare chest. “yes ma’am” he said in a voice that made your stomach do a strange flip. He looked straight at your lips and asked while leaning in to your ear with a sudden new found courage, “and desert?” you turned to face him, brushing his nose in the process of doing so and did not waste time in closing the distance between the both of you. One hand finding its way to his hair and one remaining steady on his chest as one of his arms found your waist and the other one cupped your face. The kiss was anything but rough, it was slow, passionate a little messy but it was worth the wait. He could taste the slightly bitter taste of coffee and certain sweetness as you gave him access to your mouth. The both of you fit like pieces of a puzzle, moving in unison like a single entity almost as if you could be morphed into one. Joaquin smiled into the kiss when- “OH MY GOD WHAT” Tony screamed as he stopped mid-way covering his eyes with one hand while peeking from his fingers. The two of you sprung apart as you fixed your hair and Joaquin tried to hide his bare chest by picking up his fallen suit from the ground. “Dad listen”, “Mr stark i-,” “nope, no I don’t want to hear it, I go for five minutes to eat a burrito and you both are already trying to make more stark babies yeah no not under my watch.” He said while holding up a finger like an angry mother hen. “Chicken head you’re out and you miss are going to help me in the lab instead eating people’s face off”, you covered your head with your hand, “Dad oh my god”, you turned to Joaquin to help him get the rest of his suit form the ground as you whispered a quite bye. Joaquin picked his suit up and walked out of the lab when he felt something under one of the parts of his suit, a note. ‘I’ll be ready at 8 birdboy ;) - Y/N <3 ' A small smile appeared on his face as he turned back to look at the lab only to find you already looking in his direction. He raised the small note in his hand, waving it gently and received a wink from your side. He laughed and turned back to walk out of the lab with a certain jump in his step. Looked like he had some thanking to do, oh and date to plan.

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firingstars · 2 months ago

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in this life | ch. 1

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: "There's only one God, doll, and He's gonna bring me back to you." "I don't need God," you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. "I just need you."

warnings: 18+, mdni, eventual smut, reincarnation trope, language, mentions of financial instability, memories are written with italicizes, no use of y/n, angst, yearning, longing, everyone's alive no one is dead because i said so, alternating pov's

word count: 4.5k

a/n: hello. this was supposed to be a one shot... then i quickly spiraled and kept writing so i suppose everyone must enjoy my word vomit of a series ermmmm i apparently dont know what restraint is

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The sound of clinking utensils and pots and pans reaches your ears before the scent fills your nostrils. If you had to guess, he was making his basic staples– bacon, eggs, and his favorite, pancakes. You smile as your eyes slowly open. Your lover must be in a great mood this morning to have such a feast prepared.

In the back of your mind, you quietly wonder how in the world he scrounged up the pennies and dimes to be able to afford the ingredients. You shove it away, deciding you wouldn’t even bring it up to him. The two of you had more than enough talks about your money issues this month, and he had already done everything in his power to stop you from picking up extra shifts at the diner just to make the rent for the month.

Quietly, you get out of bed. If he didn’t wake you up when he did, then you were certain he was aiming to surprise you. You wash your face, brush your teeth, and slowly make your way out your shared bedroom into the small, cozy apartment that you have called your home for the past year and a half.

There’s decorations on the wall drawn by one of your closest friends, saving you and your lover the extra expense of trying to search for something cheap but not trashy in order to spruce up the place. There’s a few of your own childhood items also lining the walls– an old photo of both of your grandparents before they had passed away when you were a teen. It was the only photo you had of them. There were more than a few bouquets of dried flowers collected over time, given to you by your lover from various dates that he had taken you on. Other decorations include some record vinyls to go along with the record player you two had on display. It was a housewarming gift from your lover’s father, one that the two of you used often.

Most of your nights were spent dancing together slowly in your small living room. He twirled you around, both of you in your pajamas. You two would ignore the sweltering heat of the summer as he held you close to his chest while bumping his nose against yours. He’d whisper sweet words that only your ears would hear, and your heart would be full.

This man, the love of your life.

You continued your journey into the kitchen, finding him there, just as you thought. He was humming to himself as he cooked. You couldn’t help but admire him for a few moments. His strong back, broad shoulders that carried the weight of your world easily. His hair, soft and always well maintained. The sunkissed skin that came with how hard he worked outside these four walls to ensure that you could rest as much as possible.

You reached for him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He let out a small chuckle, one that sounded like bells in a church– the most beautiful song you’d ever heard in your life.

“Doll,” he whispered, placing a hand over top of yours. “Couldn’t even let me bring you breakfast to bed?”

“Missed you too much,” you said, a smile pressed against his back. “You upset I ruined the surprise, baby?”

“Well, I can’t be mad about that,” he said, and you could hear a smile in his voice. The stove flickered off and he plated the remainder of the food before turning in your arms. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” you answered with a wider grin.

He carried the plates over to the table, and pulled out a seat for you, then pushed it in as you took it. The same song and dance you two always did. Before he sat down himself, he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

You turned back to the table, pausing at the stack of mail at the side. You knew what was there– bills, ads, some letters from friends that no longer lived in the area. However, you saw something underneath the stack that you had already gone through.

“What is this?” you asked.

“What is what, doll?” he asked.

Then, he saw what you were looking at. You were faster than him, grabbing the mail before he could. You stood out of your seat, walking away from him as he tried to take it from your hands. Your heart was racing.

It was already torn open. He had already read the contents, but you already knew what was inside. You just needed to see it with your own eyes to confirm.

He stood behind you as your eyes darted across the paper. Once. Twice. Five times over again. Tears were filling your eyes, then dropped onto the paper, making the ink smudge.

He moved, standing in front of you now. He took the letter from you, your hands falling limp to your sides. You were numb all over. Reality was crashing upon you. This was one of the last few mornings you would have with him now, like this. He tried surprising you with breakfast to break the news easier to you.

“Don’t cry, doll,” he whispered, a thumb brushing under your eye to wipe away the tears. You can’t answer him. It’s difficult.

Sergeant of the 107th Infantry Regiment.

You thought you would have more time with him, but you realize now that it was a simple delusion that you were holding on to. He was one of the few able bodied men left in New York that hadn’t been sent off to Europe yet. It was only a matter of time.

Hell, it wasn’t even a draft. He signed up to go on his own. You argued with him over this, not too long ago. It was the first argument the two of you had in a long time, both of you yelling at each other, and ending the night crying in each other’s arms.

It was a petty argument on your side. You knew that he would be taken from you whether he decided to go or not. You just wished you had more time with him. Then again, you knew him like the back of your own hand.

He was fighting for his country. For Freedom. For you.

What could you say to that?

All you could do now was try to swallow back the tears and sobs that were threatening to make their way to the surface, but he also knew you like the back of his hand. He reaches for you, hands cradling your face as he tilts your head to look up at him.

“You don’t think I’ll make it back home, do you?” he whispered. He sounds… sad.

“I’m scared, B̷̺̝̤̉ṵ̷̓̑͑c̷̠̆̈́̒̋k̸̢̖̰͚͔̾͐̐̒͌,” you whisper, your voice breaking as it came out. You were shaking like a leaf, about to shatter into a million pieces just like your heart. “I’ll be sitting here, waiting forever until you come home to me.”

“You know I’m strong, don’t you?” he asked, and you can hear a smile on his voice. He’s trying to cheer you up. “Those Nazi’s don’t got a thing on me. You don’t believe me?”

“I believe that lots of boys tell their ladies the same thing,” you sniffled, shaking your head. You can’t look at him. It hurts too much. You close your eyes tight, and release a singular, shaky breath. “And I see those same ladies in the diner, whispering prayers to every single God they think exist.”

“There’s only one God, doll, and He’s gonna bring me back to you.”

“I don’t need God,” you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. “I just need you.”

You feel him soften against you as he stares with eyes that you cannot see. Then, his lips press against your forehead. He moves his mouth to both your eyes, your cheeks, the curve of your nose, then finally meets your own lips in a sweet, soft kiss. He’s trying to be strong. You know he is, but his body is betraying him. The soft tremble his hands have as he holds your face is all you need to feel to know exactly what he’s thinking.

“I love you,” he told you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you tight against him. “There’s nothing in the world that would be able to keep me away from you.”

You opened your eyes to see the familiar white ceiling above you. You shivered slightly, pulling the covers closer to you and over your head. You’ve dreamt of this man many times before, for as long as you could remember actually. The dreams started as a child.

He seemed to age in your dreams just as you did.

At first, he appeared in your dreams as the boy down the street. He was a little kid, riding around on his bike in the neighborhood and delivering newspapers to everyone that had subscribed to where he worked. He would get an extra tip here or there just for being cute.

Then, he was a bratty pre-teen. In this era of your life, he would tease you and the way you dressed, then run away before you would start crying. There were times when he would tug on your braids to get your attention, then act like he never even looked your way. You two would often fight in these dreams, and he would often be the reason why.

In his teenage years, he became quite the charmer. You were still his friend, for some reason or another, and you would watch as the girls around you would begin to swoon. Other girl friends would beg you to help set them up together, to help them go steady together. You relented at first, helping your closest friend gain some experience with other girls until you decided you hated every aspect of it– until you realized that you wanted to be the girl he would go steady with.

Those feelings were held in for a long time, and never acted upon until after he became an adult. It was him. It seemed something had changed within him, though he said that his feelings for you had been a lifelong endeavor. The only thing that was different was that he realized you had finally fallen for him after so many years.

The worst part about these dreams was you had no idea what this man looked like. He plagued your mind every single night, but you could only make out the shape of his body. You memorized his touch, the way he smelt, the way his voice said your name– but it was almost like his own name was omitted from the dreams. Every time you said it, there would be a strange buffer in the way, refusing you to tell you who he was.

You sought help at one point, trying to see if there was a reason for you having all of these dreams. You weren’t even sure if these dreams were you or if you were just imagining things, seeing this mysterious soldier man through the eyes of someone else– seeing someone else’s life like this. You went through a brief period of wondering if you had some sort of psychosis induced from learning about World War II, especially when you realized your dreams were very prominent starting from the Great Depression and going into the war.

Doctors would tell you it was simply your subconscious taking in everything you saw in the day before you went to bed, and your brain was compartmentalizing everything to allow you to be ready for the next few days to come. You thought this answer was full of shit.

You even went through therapy to see if you would be able to get rid of these dreams.

Truth of the matter, you were attached to a man that you knew everything about, but knew nothing of at the same exact time. It was heartbreaking and soul shattering. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, how to let these emotions out or where to put your energy to. You still had school and work, and continuously daydreaming over a faceless man would get you nowhere in life.

You couldn’t help but try to find him in every single person you saw on the street, every person you met, and every face you saw online. There was no one that was spared from your view, from your thoughts. You hoped that the next person you saw was him. That he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, and you weren’t crazy.

So, you started drawing. It seemed silly at first, but it quickly became the only outlet that you had to get out your feelings. You found this to be the only way that you were able to get the images out of your head and be able to do something else with your life. So, you drew absolutely every single one of your dreams.

Scenes from your dreams became translated onto paper, then scanned online and posted onto your own faceless blog to share with the world. You never included any details of the dream, just that the man in your art was your muse. Someone that you could never stop thinking of.

You drew him from your memories as a child on his bike. Drew him next to you as a pre-teen, stealing a bite of your ice cream. There were several art pieces of him with another faceless man, but this boy was never as prominent as he was. Over time, you realized the small blonde boy was a close friend of the two of you. You drew your faceless man as a soldier, preparing to head off to war. You drew him with his dog tags in the early mornings of the day, sitting in the kitchen, contemplating all that was to come.

At some point, you had even tried to draw his face. You attempted to guess what his features were like, but you decided everything felt wrong. No matter how many times you tried, it never worked. Nothing you did could ever do him justice. He was faceless in your reality just as he was in your dreams.

Bucky’s glaring at his phone like it owes his money. Honestly, he feels there should be some sort of financial compensation given to him from somebody for the shit he has the misfortune of seeing. Never in his century-long life did he think he would be scrolling through a dating app just to see another human being wearing a suit made of fur and stating their interest was to pretend to be an animal.

Bucky had to put his phone face down on the coffee table, and pinch his nose bridge as his eyes closed shut.

This was Sam’s idea, and Steve backed him up.

“You should get out into the world, Buck,” Steve said with a smile, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “When was the last time you had a dame?”

Bucky wanted to throw his fist into Steve’s face. He’s been more well acclimated to this day and age– Steve had to know what the fuck was on these apps. This had to be some sort of sick prank done by the two of them, to mess with him.

Moreover, Steve knew the last time Bucky had someone.

He pushed the thought of his mind, swallowing thickly. It’d been a long time since then. He could still remember everything like it was just yesterday. The time had come and gone, and there was the opportunity to search. To see what had become of his lover– to do what Steve did and possibly see the end of her life.

Bucky could never bring himself to do it.

Looking at the time, Bucky realized that he could throw his fist into Steve’s face. It was time for training now, with both Steve and Sam. He decided he would throw his metal fist into Sam’s. Just for fun.

Happy with his new plan for the afternoon, Bucky collects the phone that he wants to crush into little pieces in his left hand, and gets ready for the training session.

On the way to the gym, he gave a brief nod to Bruce. The two didn’t talk often, but there seemed to be a sort of kinship between them. Something about both of them having an angry and dark side. Bucky respected the scientist.

He passed by the lab, finding Tony upgrading some of his suits. He supposed that was Tony’s version of the gym– his tech needed to be in top shape for missions and protecting the world the same way that he needed to keep his body active. Speaking of which, he needed to visit Tony later. He could feel a twinge in his arm that was bothering him. He definitely could work on it alone, but decided that Stark would be able to figure out the issue much faster than he would.

Wanda and Vision were out of the compound for the day, and probably the next couple days. They’d requested the time off for their anniversary, which is what made Sam download that godforsaken app on his phone to begin with. Sam decided Bucky was lonely and needed to spend time outside the compound walls.

Inside the gym, Natasha and Clint are already warmed up and getting down to business. Or, Natasha is. As Bucky walks through the doors, Clint’s being thrown onto his back, groaning and muttering something about Natasha promising to take it easy on him today. Natasha only gives him a cheeky grin before waiting for him to get back up.

“Find anyone that strikes your fancy yet, Barnes?” Sam asked, and Bucky wanted to throw him on the mat next.

“Do you know what’s on these things?” Bucky asked, ignoring Sam to turn to Steve. The super soldier was stretching one arm across his chest. He gives Bucky a look of contemplation before shaking his head.

“No. Never been on one.”

“I’m gonna rip your head off your shoulders, you punk,” Bucky threatened, making Steve laugh.

“It can’t be that bad,” Steve said, grinning.

“Yeah? Download the damn app and make yourself a profile. Then tell me how not bad it is.”

“Well, he can’t do that. Tried it already. He immediately got his accounts taken down because he was reported for impersonating Captain America,” Sam reported, shrugging. “He’s too recognizable of a face.”

“God,” Bucky groaned. He was set up, and he just fucking realized it.

After a friendly match of throwing hands, Bucky feels a little better. Especially when he sees Sam clutching his side after a particularly hard hit. Once he’s done with his shower and gets the residual feeling of sweat and grime off of his body, he deletes his dating app profile and the entire app itself.

He would rather lose his right arm than do this shit again.

At the end of the day, he knew that he was setting himself up for failure. He never got to say goodbye, not properly at least. He made his promises, and he meant it. Bucky broke every single word he had, and never got to see you again.

The thought of settling down with someone that wasn’t you felt wrong. It felt like betrayal. He never broke up with you, even if he never came home. You were his everything. You sent him letters upon letters to the battlefront. They were straight essays proclaiming your love for him, along with updates of your daily life.

Bucky couldn’t remember the smell of the perfume you used to spray on the pages, but he could recall the lipstick kiss you would press on the paper at the end of each letter next to where you signed your name.

Someone that wasn’t you wasn’t good enough for him.

No, he takes that back.

If it wasn’t you, then no one was good enough for him. You were it for him. The chapter of romance and love died when he fell off the train, unable to return home to you. He had so many plans for your future.

Bucky had been so close to having just enough money to buy you a ring. He kept the cash hidden under his side of the mattress before he went off to war, then moved it to his sock drawer right before he left. On the off chance that he didn’t make it, he wanted to ensure that you would have it. After all, you wouldn’t be receiving the checks the military sent back home anymore. He wanted you to be taken care of for as long as possible.

He dreamed of a white picket fence with a front lawn and a backyard planted with roses and other flowers that you liked. He wanted to open up his own mechanic shop, and hire you as his manager to take care of the finances and other business related items because you were just better than him in that aspect.

Somewhere along the way, he wanted children. He knew you did, too. The two of you had spent more than enough nights, naked, holding each other, while whispering baby names. You would name your first son after him, you said. A little James that would run around the house Bucky bought for you, a spitting image of himself– another charmer. But you would teach him not to pull the hair of the girls he had a crush on.

Bucky wanted a little girl, though he truthfully didn’t care what his children ended up being. He wanted a mini you. Cute, adorable, sassy little girl with all the smarts to back her attitude. You told him that he’d be in trouble as a father. He’d be wrapped around the finger of your hypothetical daughter and she would be able to get him to do whatever she wanted.

He smiled when you said this and told you, “Just like how I’m so whipped for her mom.”

Bucky let the memories wash over him. It was only once in a while that he allowed himself to be transported back to those days. He felt the nostalgia of every memory. He felt the guilt of the promises he wasn’t able to keep. And Bucky missed you with every fiber of his being.

He would have to distract himself again. With his stomach beginning to growl, he decided this would be the best time to raid the kitchen. Eat his feelings away. He ignored the tugging thought in his mind that he wanted to go home and eat your cooking, at least one more time.

Steve and Sam are here as well, probably doing the same thing that he’s doing. Except without the longing. Probably just hungry from the workout, he figured. Without another word, Bucky pulls out even more ingredients to accommodate the two other men. Both notice, and take a seat at the kitchen island.

“Steve, you posting your drawings online?” Sam asked, looking at his phone.

“Hm? I don’t even draw a lot these days, if I’m being honest,” Steve hummed, turning his head.

“Is someone stealing your old drawings?” Sam asked, frowning now. His eyebrow is creased with suspicion and confusion.

Bucky turns, sliding over three plates over the island counter before grabbing some utensils for them to use. Both men murmur a soft thank you as they begin to pick at their food.

“Unless they managed to sneak into the compound or mine and Buck’s apartment, there’s no way my drawings are anywhere. They’re not even in the museums,” Steve said, raising his eyebrow.

Sam lets out a soft sigh, then puts his phone flat on the counter for them to look at. He taps on the screen a few times prompting for a hologram to pop up, hovering above his phone. Bucky pauses at the drawing, eyes narrowing.

“The fuck is this?” Bucky grunted, lowering his fork.

“It looks like you,” Steve whispered, examining the art closer.

“I’m more than certain that it is him,” Sam said.

Bucky can’t help but agree. There’s a strange feeling in his chest with each piece of art that they go through. He has no face in these pictures, these drawings. Moreover, these are things that only he knows. That he’s aware of. The apartment in Brooklyn. The layout of the kitchen and the way his old bedroom used to be decorated. The specific diner booth closest to the wall where he would wait for you to get off of your late night shifts so he could walk home with you.

There were some sketches that even had Steve in it, before the serum. Steve didn’t have a face either, but there was no denying the fact that this was somebody that knew them.

“Bucky…” Steve said slowly, trailing off.

“It can’t be. She’s dead, isn’t she?” Bucky asked, ignoring the way Sam’s eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” Steve answered immediately, as if he had been waiting for Bucky to ask this question a long time ago. “Peggy attended her funeral… She passed away about twenty-five years ago.”

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes tight. “She have kids? Anyone that could be posting this shit? Grandchildren that went through her things after she passed away?”

“She never settled down after we left, Buck,” Steve murmured, looking down at his hands. “Peggy tried setting her up with guys that she knew, but she said she was waiting for her soldier to come home.”

“Then how the hell would any of this make sense?” Bucky demanded, letting out a slow breath, trying to calm his beating heart. “This doesn’t– This is her, Steve.”

“I know, Buck. But she’s gone. She’s been gone for a long time. I went to her grave, I visit her grave every year on her birthday,” Steve confessed, his voice quiet. Bucky’s eyes shot up at him, shocked.

“You do?” Bucky whispered. Steve nodded, sighing.

“She’s lived… she lived a good life, all things considered. Worked with Peggy and helped build S.H.I.E.L.D. But she was just… alone.”

Silence washed over all three men for a few moments. Bucky swallowed thickly, closing his eyes tight as he dragged a hand over his face.

“Can we track down whoever’s behind this blog?” Bucky asked, pushing his plate away. He’s not hungry anymore. He can’t eat. He can’t even think straight right now. “Find out who they are, where they are– everything about ‘em.”

Bucky wanted to throw up, cry, then throw up again. The thought of you waiting for him, chasing a ghost– you died alone. He never looked into how your life played out because he wanted to assume that you were happy. He didn’t want to find out there were carbon copies of you running around in the world, having the eyes of another man. Bucky didn’t want to see it, so he chose to ignore it all together.

Yet, this felt so much worse. It was so much worse.

“We can,” Sam said slowly with a nod. “But are either of you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

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caxapthecat · 8 months ago

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BUCKY BARNES x READER

my everything…

Summary: Bucky comes back from the events of Thunderbolts* and you GOTTA fix his hair with some tough love.

tags: cursing, bucky barnes x reader, fluff, alpine being a lil shit, already married fic, domestic banter turned sweet, cuddles, kisses, wound dressing, no use of y/n or pronouns, DISCUSSION ABOUT ARM IN THE DAMN DISHWASHER.

notes: i know this shit is written like a 4th grader did it and i really just don’t care enough to fix it BC I NEEDED TO GET THIS DISHWASHER DISCUSSION OFF MY CHEST. plz comment!!!

Bucky has been gone for 3 months now. It isnt uncommon for him to leave for long periods of time but, definitely been hard but you picked up some extra shifts to fill the time.

Last night you heard the front door open and close and quiet footsteps approaching your room as not to wake you. Alpine, who was lying on the end of your bed, picked up her head at the noise.

He came in the bedroom and quietly dropped his bag and coat in the corner and crawled into bed behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. Alpine crawled over, quietly sniffing out the stranger. Immediately she registered who it was and let out multiple happy chirps and head bumps on his back.

He chuckled at her eagerness.

He turned back to you, whispering in your ear, “hey.”

You’re fully awake now, “Bucky!!”

You rolled over and hugged and kissed his face. Which he happily accepted. The room was very dim. You ran your fingers through his hair. “Getting long again, huh?” You laughed.

He let out a sigh, “Yeah, let’s go back to bed. Wanna see you in the morning.”

His tone indicated he was tired so you quickly nodded and leaned your head down into his chest and fell back asleep with Alpine purring between you two.

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The next morning you woke up as you usually do, 5 AM with the morning orange glow pouring into your room and alpine screaming at your feet.

“Okay okay!” You laughed, rolling out of bed to feed her.

“I hadn’t missed that.” Bucky laughed, covering his head with the blankets.

You get up and feed the beast and return back to your bedroom to see him, propped up on some pillows rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You’re stopped dead in your tracks when you finally make eye contact with him, seeing what you didn’t see in the dim light last night.

“James…” You say in a quiet voice.

“Huh?” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Baby, have you looked in the mirror lately?” You laughed.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because, I love you, but that haircut has to go.” You said annoyed.

“I knew you were gonna say something.” He chuckled.

“Also where the fuck is your arm?” You said crossing your arms.

He stayed silent but you both knew the answer.

“James. Bathroom. Now.” He groaned like a child being punished but rolled out of bed in just a wife beater and some black briefs, which kinda made you less mad at him. He still got a perky little butt you loved from day one.

You followed him into the bathroom and rummaged through the drawers looking for your clippers. He assumed his position, sitting on the side of the tub.

You plugged them in and turned around to face him. Those beautiful blue eyes staring up at you like you hung the moon.

After all these years, you could never truly be mad at him. But you have to act like it so he doesn’t think you’re a pushover.

“Bug…” you say playing with the ends of his hair.

“I know. I know.” He said waving your hand away.

“Like I wouldn’t be so mad if this didn’t look like shit! It looks like you got your hair cut from a middle aged white lady!” You laughed.

“I just haven’t had time.” He says turning his head to watch Alpine push her way into the bathroom, chirping again when she saw him. “Hi my love!” He says patting his lap. She immediately runs over and leaps into his lap and nuzzling his chin.

You flick on the clippers. “She missed you…” you said in a softer tone.

“You think?” He said petting her gently as you made long strokes across his head.

Alpine swatting at the falling pieces of hair.

“Hey hey!” You say swatting the hair out of her paws and mouth. “No!”

She looks up at you confused.

“What’s that for?” Bucky said petting her back.

“James… don’t even get me started.” You say continuing to work your way around his head, more annoyed this time.

“Tell me.”

“Well, YOUR child decided it was a good idea to eat eighteen of my little hair ties while you were gone.” You say while scratching her ears.

“Okay…” he says, inquiring further.

“Okay? Well it cost me two fucking grand on emergency surgery, Buck!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh! You should be lucky I took her in the second she stopped eating.”

He laughed and looked down at her on his lap, “Did my baby girl give mommy a hard time while Daddy was gone?” She chirped and head butted his chest.

“Don’t laugh! She could have died! Look!” You say reaching over to pick her up under the arms. Her legs sway below her, exposing her belly with a dark pink scar running down her abdomen and hair clipped in a perfect square.

He reached out and grabbed her with his one arm, from your grasp, kissing her forehead. “Oh my poor baby!” He said flipping her onto her back in the crook of his arm like a baby. “She didn’t mean it.” He says looking up at you with those pleading eyes again.

Everytime you see him with that tiny white cat, you cannot help but to feel your heart swell. Just the image of this big strong man with a tiny cat cradled in his arm is enough to melt anyone’s heart.

“Okay okay, well you’re not out of the doghouse yet.” You say finishing up his hair.

“Oh yeah?” He says rocking her softly.

You flip off the clippers and grab the scissors on the counter and walk back over to him, waving the scissors in his face, and bending down to eye level.

“What the fuck did I say about putting your arm in the dishwasher? Huh?” You say grabbing his chin and standing back up straight.

“But-“ he started, trying to defend himself.

“No buts Bucky! That’s nasty!” You say putting your hands on your hips.

“How is it nasty?” He says annoyed.

“Because Buck, you go out and beat the shit out of people with the arm, getting dead guy blood and dirt all over it. Then you come home and put that shit in the same place where we put plates, which we eat off of!” You say, raising your tone again.

“Well-…” he pauses.

You bend back down and kiss his forehead. “My love, I’ve told you, if you want it cleaned, that’s not a problem. Just let me clean it. In the tub. Where I can use bleach to scrub the tub afterwards.”

“Yeah but that means you have to do extra work for me….” He says with tears in his eyes, you can tell no one has ever done this for him before.

You walk over and hug his head onto your stomach. “Bug… listen to me…”

He tilts his head upward to indicate him listening.

“That’s what marriage is about. I’m not doing this because I hate you. I’m doing this because I love you, and I love myself because I don’t wanna eat off plates with dead guy juices on it, but mostly because I love you!”

He chuckles and sniffs, turning his head to wipe his nose on his shoulder. “You sure?” He says putting the cat down onto the floor.

You pull yourself off him and kneel onto the floor in front of him, cupping his cheeks into your hands, thumbing away the stray tears. “Bucky Barnes…. I wouldn’t have taken your last name if I thought you were a burden to me. You did such a good job during the courting phase to show me the good, the bad, and the ugly… and I still said yes.”

He cracked a smile and looked up at you.

“The lengths I would go to give you everything I have… my life, my soul, my body, and everything I own. You are my everything.”

He nodded and pulled you into a warm hug. “I love you so much.” He said with a broken tone.

“I love you too, Bug.”

You spend the next few seconds of the hug rubbing your hands over his back. He winced slightly every time you touched his right side.

“Buck…” you said in a worried tone.

You pull back from the hug and lift up his tank top.

“Baby… that looks bad.” You sighed, sitting back on your heels.

He nodded slowly.

You turn around to grab the first aid kit from the bottom of the cabinet and crawl over to him.

You put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton pad and start to slowly dab the huge cut running down his back around to his stomach. He scrunched his eyes and clenched his fist and hissed quietly.

“Shhh… I know baby. But it’s gonna get infected if you don’t let me dress it. How long ago did this happen?”

“Couple days…” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

“Did you put anything on it? Actually I don’t wanna know the answer.” You said quickly.

You continue patting the scratch, using up about half of your cotton pads that are now soaked in blood.

He’s white knuckling the side of the tub by time you’re finished.

“Can you do something for me?” You say, cleaning your mess of bloody cotton balls littering the floor.

“I guess?” He says pulling his shirt back down.

“Will you tell me about your wounds.”

He scoffs, “Why?”

“Do I have to repeat the conversation we just had?”

“… no” he muttered.

“Okay then, I don’t want you unnecessarily suffering. Period. End of story. Got it?” You say standing up and opening the bathroom door.

“Got it.”

“Now come on, I’m making you breakfast.” He chuckles and bounces up to follow you to the kitchen.

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sashaisready · 10 months ago

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Starting Over: Chapter 5 - Better

Mob!Bucky x Female Reader

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When Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending.

Hi! I'm sorry this took so long, work has been kicking my bum lately and I haven't had much writing time. But it's here - the final part! I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone who has reblogged/commented/engaged with this story - it means so much. Thank-you!!

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One week later…

You were cleaning tables when you glanced at the diner’s clock and realised it was almost 9am. Friday was here once again…

…Would he be in as usual?

It was raining heavily outside, throughout the early shift your regulars had rushed in and shaken the sogginess off their coats and umbrellas once they were safely over the threshold of the diner. You’d chatted with them, commiserating with them about ‘this damn weather’ and promising to warm them up with coffee and breakfast.

You’d spent your time off this last week popping into the hospital to see Lou. He was doing well, making progress, but the road to recovery was long. He needed to make major adjustments to his lifestyle and potentially engage in physical therapy as they think he’d also had a small stroke. He got his personal mail delivered to the diner and asked you to open it and keep him updated with anything pressing. The medical bills you’d seen were already dizzying and his insurance only covered part of it, but you couldn’t bother him what that just yet – he didn’t need the stress on top of everything else. You’d figure it out. You always did.

Lou had made you acting manager to pick up the slack while he was gone. You were pulling extra hours, working overtime to ensure the ship remained afloat while the captain remained on the shore. It was tough, but you couldn’t deny you loved the buzz of being in charge – of keeping everything moving.

You hadn’t seen Bucky since that night at the hospital. He’d insisted on driving you home after you’d said goodbye to Lou, ignoring your protests that the subway was perfectly fine…

“The subway, doll? Fuck no. Not on my watch”.

You’d rolled your eyes, knowing you didn’t have the energy to fight him after the evening you’d had. He knew it too. You’d merely sighed and hopped into the back of his SUV as you gave him your new address, giving a little wave to Clint who was driving.

The two of you sat in the back in silence for the entire journey, you watched the city flying past you from the window and it felt strange that the outside world was just continuing around you like normal while yours had almost collapsed.

The car rolled to a stop in front of your building, and you turned to Bucky. He seemed to be studying you carefully, concern drawn across his features. Even after all this time and distance, the beauty of his face still took your breath away at times.

“Thank-you…for the ride. For dinner. For showing up…all of it,” you said softly.

He nodded stoically, “always. Look…no matter what happens between us, I’ll always show up for you if you need me. Any time, any place. And Lou is going to be just fine, alright?”

Almost instinctively you found your hand sliding across the leather of the seat towards him. He looked down as your hand moved to find his. You clasped your fingers around his metal digits, the cool sensation against your skin was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. They in turn wrapped around yours and the two of you sat holding hands for a short while. You didn’t speak or look at each other, just both existing in the moment and concentrating on the feeling of your hands entwined. You paused, wanting to say more – but unable to quite find the words.

Eventually you couldn’t bear the strange tension in the air. You gently withdrew your hand and cleared your throat as you shuffled across the seat towards the door.

“Well, thanks again. And for the ride, too”.

“Anytime. Nice building…” he peered out of the window at your apartment block.

“Ah yeah, thanks,” you said proudly.

“You doing okay, living there?” he asked quizzically in his Brooklyn-lilt, his brows furrowed.

“Mm…I mean, it’s not as fancy as your place,” you chuckled, “it’s kinda cramped and small, but it’s cosy and warm. And it’s mine,” you told him with fondness.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “My place was yours too, you know”.

You chewed on your lip, you hadn’t intended it as a slight against him. “I-I know Buck…but…you know what I meant”.

He nodded reluctantly. “Yeah…that’s good. I’m pleased for you, really”. His nose crinkled as he looked at you fondly. It was a little mannerism of his that you’d missed.

You shared a small smile before getting out of the car and heading inside. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look back at the car, a storm of emotions fighting to escape you. Your fatigue mixed with your anxieties about Lou, confusion about this sudden shift with Bucky now swelling. You could tell from the quiet behind you that the car hadn’t pulled away yet, no doubt waiting until you were safely off the street. You put your key in the door and quickly moved inside.

That was last week. You hadn’t spoken to him since, although you’d wondered if you should reach out. You thought he might’ve been in touch – a text, a call, but nothing. It was nice, he was leaving the ball in your court and not crowding you, respecting the boundaries you’d established. But part of you couldn’t shake the small sense of disappointment that lingered, too.

The fact was you couldn’t deny that something was stirring. Bucky, who you’d long written off and blacklisted for his betrayal, had started to be on your mind more and more. He had crept back into your brain.

You didn’t believe the old adage that time healed all wounds, but it had certainly helped. The space you’d had from him a year on from the incident had allowed you to find yourself again, the parts that you hadn’t realised you’d lost after diving headfirst into your relationship with Bucky. You still felt immense pain when you thought about what happened…but you also thought about how he had been true to his word. He hadn’t tried to force you back, not aggressively pursuing you or trying to talk you round. His weekly mornings at the diner had never felt pointed or manipulative. You believed that he was just happy to have you in his life, like he’d said. You’d since found your own place, started therapy and looked at your own issues, thrown yourself into work. Remembered who you were before you were ‘mob boss girlfriend’. You knew that what had happened with Bucky was not your fault, it wasn’t your job to reflect and change accordingly – that was all his. But still, having the space and time to work on yourself…it was refreshing. One small silver lining on this ugly, black cloud.

You’d also been on a few dates over the last few months. Nothing to write home about. A few nice guys, a few less than nice guys. Nothing had truly sparked for you; nobody had piqued your interest enough to want to really explore more than a few dinners or coffees. Maybe it was because of how things ended with Bucky, or you just hadn’t met someone right for you, or maybe you were just off dating altogether…But it wasn’t something you felt real enthusiasm for at this point. But that was okay. It had been fun to dip your toe back in the dating pool, and you weren’t averse to trying again when the moment was right, or you met the right person.

Unless of course, it was because someone else was on your mind.

Your slow burn friendship with Bucky had crept on you, taken you by surprise. The man who had once broken your heart now had a new place in your life. It was strange, but in some ways, you knew him better than you had when you were together. Despite your previous connection - your conversations had opened territory up you’d never covered together before, previously too caught up in passion and heat to dive as deeply as you had now.

And most importantly, he had shown up for you that night at the hospital, been there for you without you needing to ask. He had brought you dinner and stayed by your side without a word, because he knew you needed not to be alone – needed support. You were touched by his care for you, his willingness to clear his schedule for you at the drop of a hat. It meant a lot. It meant everything. He had intuited how you felt and acted immediately. He was there.

You didn’t know what it meant, if anything. Something had changed, the safe barrier of diner breakfast chats had been crossed. Part of you was panicking – no! Don’t let him get close, not again! Remember what he did! But another part of you had missed him deeply, longed to hold him again and wake up to him each morning. Your thoughts were a spiralling mass of contradictions and conflict, nothing made sense.

You weren’t sure if you could ever truly forgive him for what happened.

But could you try?

Roscoe snapped you out of your thoughts as he passed you the latest batch mail on his way by. You thanked him, flicking through the junk mail until your attention was caught by the hospital logo on one of the envelopes. You winced, tentatively ripping open the paper as you braced yourself for the latest bill.

You cursed under your breath as you unveiled the total figure, a stupid amount of money. You spiralled as it sank in, wondering if Lou would have to sell the diner in order to settle his debt. You knew he didn’t have anywhere near enough in his savings. You thought about all the jobs that could be at stake, including yours, and your heart ached most of all knowing that the restaurant was Lou’s baby. It would break him to give it up.

Maybe you could call them, sort out a payment plan…something?

You tried to calm yourself down, thinking about what your therapist would say about your immediate jump to the worst-case scenario. Relax. You can fix this. Remember your mindfulness exercises. Life would find a way.

The opening of the front door pulled you from your catastrophising. You glanced over, making eye contact with a rather damp Bucky as he entered the diner. He sighed, shaking the rain from his coat as he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“A lovely morning…” he muttered, deadpan.

You smiled, stuffing the hospital bill into your apron pocket and going to grab the coffee jug, “Morning, Buck. Get a little wet?”

“A little,” he gruffed, slotting himself into his usual booth.

You chuckled as you filled up his mug.

“How’s Lou?” he asked, shaking the rain from his hair.

“He’s doing better, thanks for asking. They’ve got a whole treatment plan worked out for him - so that’s positive”.

“Good. Glad to hear. You over here running the show while he’s out?”

“Something like that,” you smiled, then shuffled on your feet as you realised you needed to talk to him. “Bucky, I-”

A loud clatter and exclamation from the kitchen cut you off, causing you both to look over at the disturbance. You sighed with exasperation.

“Ah. Duty calls…I’ll put your order in while I’m in there”.

You rushed off to sort out whatever mess waited for you in the kitchen as Bucky smiled playfully at your annoyance.

He noticed something had fallen out of your apron as you dashed off. A piece of paper. He leaned over to pick it off the floor for you in case you needed it. Before he realised it was private and had a chance to look away, his eyes were immediately drawn to the monstrous sum at the bottom of the page. Ah. He grimaced as he quickly put two and two together, folding the paper neatly and leaving it on the table. He took a sip of his coffee.

You appeared a little while later with his order, sighing heavily as you placed the plate in front of him.

“Sorry about that…Roscoe and Ron were fighting about if the bacon was too crispy, and some trays got caught up in the carnage. Never a dull moment around here…”

You suddenly noticed the paper on the table, your words trailing off as your eyes locked onto it. You snatched it away quickly, shoving it into your apron.

“That’s not…that’s-” you floundered, embarrassed for him to have seen it.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop. You dropped it, so I picked it up and then realised what it was,” he explained softly.

“It’s fine. I’m dealing with it,” you shrugged, desperate to appear nonchalant.

“Sit down, doll”, he said sternly.

You scoffed, “Bucky…I’m busy running a restaurant here…”

He paused, looked up and bellowed across the diner, “Roscoe! Ron! Handle things while your boss takes a break!”

You rolled your eyes, turning to see Roscoe and Ron nodding furiously as they scattered and suddenly started working harder than you’d ever seen them. They had always been afraid of Bucky. You stifled a laugh.

“Problem solved, now sit,” he gestured.

You reluctantly sat down opposite him, “Bucky…”

“We’re gonna talk”.

“I don’t need-”

“No. Let’s do this”, he said sternly.

You folded your arms in front of you, fully aware that you resembled a petulant teenager but not caring enough to stop.

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a sip of his coffee before picking up the letter. “Now, I don’t want to overstep…but I can take care of this you know…”

You shook your head. “No. Thanks for the offer, but no,” you told him firmly.

“Alright. That’s fine. So, Lou has enough to cover it?” he asked, “all of it?”

You nodded a bit too quickly, “mmhmm”.

Bucky caught it immediately, your lie. You noticed the quirk of his brow and the subtle rubbing of his lips together. Damn him.

“Well, that’s a relief,” he sipped his coffee again and ate a few forkfuls of his meal, then wiped his mouth with a napkin and tilted his head quizzically. “Guess it’s all wrapped up, then”.

You nodded again in agreement, but knew he wasn’t done.

He took his time, casually taking a few more bites of his breakfast and sipping his coffee. You knew his relaxed demeanour was a careful façade…you had somehow found yourself at the centre of a famed Bucky Barnes interrogation.

You tried to appear relaxed, as if you had nothing more to add.

“Because…” he started.

Ugh.

“…because, if he didn’t have enough. That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?”

“Mmm. It would. But it’s not…so…”

“Right”, he cut you off. “But if he didn’t – great eggs today by the way – if he didn’t, that would be putting this place at risk, right? All the staff here and their jobs. Your job?”

“Right,” you replied, your voice a little strained.

“And of course Lou himself…he loves this place. It’s his baby. I’m sure he’d be devastated if he had to give it up to pay his medical bills. Especially as the last thing he needs right now is more stress and financial worries on top of his ill health”. He paused again to eat, not even looking up.

You nodded; your eyes now slightly cloudy now.

“Yep…” you said meekly.

He looked up at you, his eyes intensely locked onto yours, gesturing towards you with the fork. He was in full swing now. The diner suddenly felt much hotter, you could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead and the back of your neck.

“And I hope it would be known, if that was the case of course, that my offer would have no strings attached. Because I could imagine someone might decline it out of pride, or concern that it would have conditions and that person would then be in some sort of debt to me…either financially or emotionally. And if that was the case, I’d want to reassure them that it would only be a friend looking out for a friend, helping because I want to, and I can, and God knows I should do something nice once in a while to even out my moral scales…”

The barrier broke and your tears finally escaped, the stress about Lou and this intimidating bill, and your confusion about how you felt for Bucky, all finally coming to the surface. You cupped your face in your hands as you quietly sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I just…I…”

Bucky moved like lightning, whipping around to your side of the booth as he swung in next to you.

“Hey…hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to be clear what my offer entailed; but I understand why you’d be reluctant to accept my help”.

He pulled a few napkins from the dispenser and tenderly wiped away your tears.

“It wouldn’t be a loan, doll, and you wouldn’t need to make nice with me to say thanks. You could call me an asshole and dump these eggs on my head, and I’d still pay in full with a smile. There’s no expectation here, no contract – legal or implied”.

You sniffed, looking up at him blearily, “you’d really do all that for me…but…why?”

He paused, then very delicately used his thumb to collect the tears forming at the side of your eye.

“You know why,” he said plainly.

Your heart panged, and you looked down at your hands in your lap, clutching at one of the now-soggy napkins he’d given you. You sniffed again as you regained your composure, suddenly feeling exposed in front of him. The two of you stared at one another for a few moments and you were so desperate to tell him everything, but you couldn’t form the words. You hoped he would elaborate and fill in that gap for you, but he didn’t.

He quietly got up, putting on his coat and placing some bills down on the table to cover his check. He leaned over and kissed you on the crown of your head, then used a finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

“You don’t have to decide anything now,” he told you as he looked into your eyes, “Think it over. I’ll be back here next week like always”.

He smiled at you, then disappeared out into the street. You heard the roaring of the rain outside as the diner door opened, the little bell above the frame chiming to announce his departure.

You missed him already.

You looked down at the hospital bill in your hands, the total at the bottom practically screaming from the page.

He’d hurt you so badly, you weren’t sure if you could ever fully forgive him for that fateful night. You understood it had been his insecurities, you understood he had lashed out after he thought his worst fears were realised – but that had only even explained his actions, not justified them.

Although…he’d always been there over the last year. Slow and steady, but he’d taken the time to rebuild his relationship with you platonically. He’d let you manage the pace, never tried to force anything more than you were willing to give him.

…and he’d been there for you.

He continued to be there for you.

It wasn’t about the money. He wasn’t trying to pay you off to win favour. He was just trying to be there for you, and this was something he had the power and resources to help you with.

He was your friend.

He loved you. He’d continued to love you…

“Are you back off break, boss?” Roscoe rudely interrupted your train of thought, “Ron said that the fryer-”

You were pulling off your apron before your brain could even catch up with your body.

“Nope,” you shot back, firing out of the booth at full speed as you tossed the apron at him on your way out, “a little longer…”

You left Roscoe gawping in your wake as you sailed through the front door. You yelped in shock as you stepped out into the downpour, you’d forgotten about the mini storm happening beyond the restaurant doors. It was so dark outside it looked more like early evening than the morning hours. You looked down at your immediately soaked uniform, your work shoes flooding as you traipsed through the puddles…

Focus!

You surveyed the street, your eyes catching a brief glimpse of the SUV turning the corner. The instantly recognisable JBB107 plates drawing your focus in the split second before they vanished.

And so you ran.

You sprinted after the SUV waving your arms, shouting for it to stop. A concerned elderly lady asked if you were okay but you sailed on by. You must’ve looked utterly insane.

You rounded the corner and rushed up behind the SUV as it slowed. The back door flew open, and Bucky suddenly appeared out of it, a look of horror on his face as the vehicle pulled over.

“Doll! Jesus Christ, what the- are you okay??” he shouted to you as you approached.

You didn’t answer, just flung yourself inside the car as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Bucky slid across the seat to give you room. The divider screen was up so you couldn’t see the driver. One less person to witness your mortifying display, at least.

“Fuck…you must be freezing,” he muttered as he pulled off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders and leaning over to close the car door behind you.

You were, your teeth chattered. Your hair was wet and matted, your uniform soaked through.

“Bucky…” you said hoarsely as you dripped all over his plush car interior.

“What is it, doll?” he asked, his eyes wide and alarmed, “what’s going on??”

You couldn’t find the words so you acted purely on instinct, you cupped his face and kissed him. Kissed him hard. Kissed him longingly. He caught up quickly and kissed you back, his fingers tangled in your soaking hair. It was desperate, messy. Your teeth clashed and your cheeks bumped. It had been so long that you’d lost each other’s rhythm with this. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. You couldn’t have waited any longer.

He pulled away, gawping at you incredulously as he held your face in his hands.

“Doll…does this mean?”

“Let’s go slow,” you whispered, “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. The effort you’ve put into rebuilding us from the ground up…for being my friend…for never pushing me…for Lou…but I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into this headfirst…whatever this is…”

He nodded, “of course, anything you want”.

“I’m not sure if I can…fully forgive. But I want to try,” you told him softly as you pressed your forehead to his.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he sighed. A sigh of long held tension, of relief.

“Thank-you for giving me a chance…I didn’t think you ever would again,” he admitted.

“Yeah…well neither did I,” you laughed,

“What changed your mind?”

“Well…. how you showed up for me with Lou has made me rethink a lot of things. Plus…the money”.

He laughed, “the money? Really? This whole time I just needed to pay you off?”

“No…”, You rolled your eyes, “it was more that you offered, but you didn’t force anything, and you made it clear it was no strings attached. It’s like…you want to help me, but you trust me to make my own decisions and don’t just try and fix it all for me, like you used to. I just…it made me realise how much I’ve missed you. But it’s gotta be different this time…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…like…I want to stay in my apartment. And I want to keep my job,” you said firmly.

He nodded, “yeah. Of course”.

“Maybe I’d move back in with you one day…but I want my space”.

“Okay. You got it,”.

You smiled, “yeah?”

He smiled back at you, the smile that still made you weak at the knees. “Doll? If it means you’re by my side…Of course ‘yeah’. Anything you want. And I have some conditions too…”

“What?” you frowned. “This isn’t exactly a two-way negotiation, Buck…”

“Just…listen. They’re conditions for me. I promise I’m going to trust you entirely, and to communicate you with you properly – not let my emotions get the best of me. I’m a different man to who I was the last time we were together. I know how lucky I am to get this second chance with you. I’m not fucking it up. I'm gonna be...better”.

He spoke earnestly with such conviction that it was almost aggressive. You nodded gently, squeezing his hand. You believed him.

“Alright…well, let’s give it a shot, shall we?”

He grinned, “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“Me neither. But…I’m sorry I’m dripping rainwater all over your car”.

He shrugged. “Fuck the car”.

And then he kissed you again.

Maybe you did believe in happy endings.

THE END

There we have it! I hope you liked where it went. I know some of you didn't think she should ever forgive him and I understand, and I'm sorry if you're disappointed! But in my eyes he had shown her he was willing to change...and she wasn't trying to rush back into anything heavy. Thank you for reading!

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mallory524 · 3 months ago

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Hi! I have this idea of reader trying to get Bob to watch a horror movie and him being kind of hesitant because maybe he's scared or horror just isn't his thing idk. But eventually reader convinces him and it ends up being cute and funny.

movie night :)

bob x reader

summary- Bob doesn't really want to watch a scary movie, but he'll do anything if it means spending the evening with you

tags- thunderbolts* spoilers, sort of established relationship, holding hands, kiss, thunder/lightning, Void mention

word count- 1176

notes- yayyy i love getting requests, plz keep sending them in you guys

Bob feels sort of silly about how much this movie is getting to him. It's not really the kind of thing he usually watches, but of course he'd watch anything that you want to watch. Yeah, he almost didn't, but he eventually agreed to this. He will take any and every opportunity to spend some time with you.

The two of you have gone out a bunch of times... or at least, Bob is pretty sure that's what happened. It's not always clear what really counts as "going out", but you've gotten plenty of meals together, seen a few different movies and plays, and Bob almost always tags along when you go to the grocery store. He loves hanging out with you, no matter what you're doing. You have a really comforting presence to him.

This afternoon in particular, it's pouring rain, and it has been all day. The tower isn't filled with that same lovely natural lighting it usually is, but it's still beautiful in a way. You lit a few candles to add to the very important vibe. Bucky is convinced you're going to forget to blow them out and burn the place down.

The group is just taking a lazy day, and everyone's hanging out in their own rooms, except for you and Bob in the living room. You were doing a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time when you suggested watching a scary movie.

Bob was sort of hesitant at first and you practically had to beg him. "Oh come on, please," you had said, trying to pout to look extra sad, but you couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous you knew you looked in that moment.

Bob kept shaking his head and softly laughing, too. "Nuh uh. I really don't do scary movies". He was trying to make it sound less cowardly than it was, but he was definitely worried that the movie would be too much for him.

"Come on, Bob," you said in almost a singsong kind of way, "It's dark and scary and stormy out... It's the perfect time for this kind of thing."

The idea of curling up under a big blanket with you in the dark was definitely enticing, but he still wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey. I'm just messing around," you tell him, smiling and gesturing at the puzzle, "I really don't mind if this isn't your thing. We can keep doing this." You were always so nice to him. You got him to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but you never forced him to do anything if he really didn't want to. You'd always just tell him it was fine with that warm, comforting smile. You could probably convince him to do anything when you looked at him like that, even if you weren't trying to...

"You know what? Sure."

"Yay!!"

Now you're sitting on the couch together and watching some obscure horror movie he'd never ever heard of. You told him it wasn't that scary, and now Bob's wondering what you do consider scary because goodness-

Bob is so on edge, and the conditions outside aren't helping. Since you originally sat down to watch the movie, day has turned into night, and so the only light in the room is coming from the tv screen and the candles. The weather is somehow getting even worse, with huge cracks of lightning lighting up the dark sky every minute or so, and then you both jump at the ensuing thunder every. single. time.

You subtly glance over at Bob. He really is such a sweetheart. The man is bulletproof. You watched him tear Bucky's vibranium arm off and then proceed to turn into a vicious physical manifestation of darkness that engulfed New York City. Now, he's wrapped up in a blanket, grimacing at all the cheesy fake blood and gore on screen. Occasionally, he jumps and sends his popcorn flying up just a little, almost comically.

He's a cool guy and he wasn't kidding: these kinds of movies are really not his thing.

He catches you looking at him, and he turns hesitantly to meet your gaze. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I... hope you've had as good a day today as I have, hanging out with you."

Bob practically glows when he hears you say that, but he wants to play it cool. He tries to look back and forth between you and the movie, trying to show you that he cares about this thing you care about.

"Thanks. I really did have a good day. To be honest, I like ... I like doing stuff with you," he says with a shy smile.

Before you can say anything in response to his sweet words, there's another loud sound from the movie, and Bob instinctively reaches for your hand. Neither of you make any move to pull away from the small embrace.

"Hey Bob," you say, playfully smirking at him, "Are you scared?"

It's barely even a question. Of course he is.

"Well I guess it is a little much, I mean I uh- I like the story I guess, and I know it's all fake but it is freaking me out a little..." he starts to ramble, but you gently squeeze his hand and that's enough to pull him back into the moment. He trails off and you lean a little closer.

Looking right into his eyes, you quietly suggest, "Well maybe don't look at the movie anymore."

Bob notices your eyes fall down to his lips, and he knows what you're thinking. He leans just a tiny bit closer and stops so that, if he had somehow misread this, you'd have the opportunity to cut him off right then and there. Of course, he didn't and you don't.

Right as your lips are about to touch, the loud thunder startles you both and you stop short. He expects you to pull away and move on, like how the characters always seem to do in every cliche movie he's ever seen, (not unlike the one you're watching now), but of course that's silly. You just laugh quietly and lean back in to give him a proper kiss.

After that, you lean on Bob's shoulder and, in spite of the awful loud screaming and tense music blaring from the tv, you both fall asleep. You may have missed the last 20 minutes of the movie, but you got what you wanted tonight. You got to play into the fun, creepy vibe of the evening, you got Bob to spend an hour and a half with you, and you got a kiss. Bob's happy, too, because it is now abundantly clear what the nature of your relationship is.

Bucky was right; you absolutely did forget about all those candles you lit. He ends up walking around the tower and blowing them out himself. When he finds you and Bob on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms, he just smiles to himself, turns the tv off, and goes right to bed.

#thunderbolts*#thunderbolts x reader #bob reynolds #bob x gn!reader #bob reynolds x reader #bob x reader #x reader #asks

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months ago

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Hiii, I was wondering if you could do something with Steve or Bucky (or both) with a s/o that is mid/plus sized and is really insecure about her weight. Maybe she’s seen a news article or podcast saying that they deserve a skinny model or something like that and then they give her all the reassurance because they love her body more than anything (because you can’t tell me they wouldn’t love picking their partner up with their super soldier strength) can be fluff or nsfw it’s up to you <3

Beautiful Inside and Outside » Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Plus Sized/Girlfriend!Female Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve and Bucky tell you and show you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, insecurities, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @scoulson 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were scrolling through your phone when you came across an article about how men deserve women who are skinny and/or models, specifically mean like Steve and Bucky. You couldn’t help but let what the article says get to you. It makes you wonder what Steve and Bucky are with you. You’re not exactly skinny or a model. Your eyes teared up and you started sobbing quietly. You didn’t even notice your boyfriends walk in the bedroom.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“What’s got our doll upset?” Bucky asks.

Steve and Bucky sat down on either side of you on the bed.

“I’m not pretty.” You say.

“Don’t say that. You are pretty.” Bucky says softly.

“No I’m not.” You say.

“What’s making you feel this way, honey?” Steve asks softly.

“I read an article that men like you guys deserve a woman who’s skinny and/or a model.” You say.

You showed them the article. They read it and think everything about it is untrue.

“Forget what that damn thing says. You are beautiful.” Bucky says.

“But I’m not.” You say.

Steve and Bucky exchanged looks before standing up.

“C’mere.” Steve says softly.

You got off the bed and they lead you to the full body mirror that’s at the end of the bed in your guys’ shared bedroom.

“Take your clothes off.” Bucky says.

“Why?” You asked.

“We’re going to show you how beautiful you are.” He says softly.

You didn’t question them again. You took your clothes off. You stood in your bra and panties in between your boyfriends. You looked at yourself in the mirror, along with Steve and Bucky.

“Do you see what we see?” Bucky asks.

“No.” You answered quietly.

“We see a beautiful woman who we love very much.” Steve says.

A small whimper left your lips.

“You’re way more beautiful than any model, doll.” Bucky says.

“No I’m not.” You said quietly. “Models aren’t chubby like me.” You added.

“Don’t say that about yourself, sweetheart.” Steve whispers softly.

“It’s true.” You say.

Bucky and Steve looked at each other before looking back at you in the mirror. They’re going to take it a step further.

“Think of it as extra beauty.” Steve says.

They watched you frown when they said that. They then put one of their hands on your stomach. They didn’t miss the way you cringed they touched your stomach.

“All of this is beautiful.” Bucky says, referring to your stomach.

“So are these.” Steve says, moving his hand down to one of your hips.

“Can’t forget about these.” Bucky says, moving his hand down to one of your thighs.

Your breath hitched the lower their hands got on your body. You watched Bucky’s metal hand disappear behind your back, touching the clasp of your bra.

“May I?” Bucky asks.

You nodded, giving him permission to unclasp your bra, which he did expertly. Your bra fell from your chest, revealing your breast to your boyfriends.

“These are beautiful too, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You watched as Bucky kissed along your shoulder and up to your neck. You moaned softly. Steve turned your head towards him and kissed you softly and passionately.

“Will you let us show you how much more beautiful you are, babydoll?”

“Yes.” You replied breathlessly.

They did just that. Steve and Bucky spent the night, showing you how beautiful you are, not missing a single little thing. They made your insecurities fade away and you started to feel confident. They reminded you that you’re beautiful on the inside and outside.

💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙

-Bucky’s Doll

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navybrat817 · 14 days ago

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Silence the Doubt

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home to find you crying and wants to silence any doubts you have about yourself.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Established relationship, pregnancy, crying, insecurities, hormones, smut referenced, fluff, feels, domestic life, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: This is the second thing I've written this week with one of our men comforting a crying reader. What is up?! Part of the Soft Echoes, Strong Roots AU. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky had a soft smile on his face when he walked through the front door. You were craving ice cream earlier, and he could’ve stopped at the grocery store to get you whatever you wanted, but that didn’t seem like enough. Instead, he went outside of the city to the creamery you both loved. He was thankful that they weren’t out of your favorite flavor and even managed to get an extra pint. He also made sure to bring a cooler with him to keep it nice and cold. What kind of husband would he be if he brought you melted ice cream?

I can’t wait to see the look on your face.

His smile slipped when he heard your sniffling from the living room. His heart stopped for a moment and he practically felt the tremor in your body that happened when you tried to keep your tears at bay. Your pregnancy hormones weren’t always kind to you, which upset him. He knew it was logically something that many went through, but he didn’t like it happening to you. It made him respect you more than he thought possible because, while his situation was different, he knew firsthand what it was like not to feel in control of his emotions.

“Sweetheart? I got your ice cream,” he called out, quietly toeing his boots off. He had an iron grip on the cooler when he went into the living room, his heart aching when he spotted you, your tears shining under the light.

You were in a robe resting back against the couch cushion, but it wasn’t your usual posture. It was like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Oh, no. Was there another clothing incident? You were upset the other day when you realized you couldn’t wear an old pair of pants because you were growing. He soothed you, all while thinking and telling you how beautiful you were to him. You were so fucking beautiful he wasn’t sure how he looked at you without crying himself.

“Thanks,” you said, your smile not reaching your eyes and your tears staining your cheeks.

Bucky waited for your silent invitation to join you, like you had done with him in the past after a bad dream or episode. As much as he wanted to be in your space, he refused to invade it. He slowly made his way to the couch after you nodded, no sudden movements because he didn’t want to upset you more, and set the cooler on the table. Once again silently asking for permission once he sat down, he gazed at you and lifted a hand to your cheek. It hovered, not touching just yet, practically shaking with the need to wipe your tears away.

You answered by leaning into his touch, trusting him to comfort you, the way he had trusted you so many times before.

With one hand on your cheek and the other on your belly, he wordlessly comforted you and your growing child. He hadn’t known what it was like to be gentle for long after HYDRA, but you taught him how to not feel like he’d break everything he touched. Sprout was proof of that… that he could build something beautiful from the ashes of his former life. You were proof, too, that he deserved a life full of love and happiness.

“Talk to me, please,” he whispered. He had to know what it was that drove you to tears so he could prevent them. And if he couldn’t prevent them, he’d be beside you until they stopped.

You let out a shuddering breath when his thumb wiped another tear away. “Do you think I’ll be a good mom?” you asked brokenly.

He froze and stared at you. He had been punched, shot, stabbed, electrocuted, and worse, but your question cut him to the core. It reached into the ugliest part of him and left him shaken and cold. He didn’t understand who or what put something in your mind or heart to make you ask a question like that.

You looked back at him hopefully, but there were cracks he hadn’t seen before. It was a look he recognized because he felt it before. It happened when the poison of doubt spread, relentless and unforgiving. You were trying to hold yourself with threads and once they began to unravel they couldn’t stop. He had to help weave you back together.

“Sweetheart, Sprout is going to be so loved by you. You’re going to guide and support them, foster trust and understanding. You’re not just going to be a good mom, you’re going to be the best mom. Not because you’re perfect, but because you’re you,” he promised. It wasn’t to bullshit or placate you. There was so much love in your heart and he had seen that love grow since the two of you found out you were having a baby.

Tears filled your eyes all over again, but there was no sadness this time, his support the antidote to your doubt. “Thank you,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him.

“Did someone say something?” he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice. Had you spoken to someone who triggered this thought? Because he’d sort it out. Words or fists, whatever it took.

You snorted, likely sensing that he wanted to make someone hurt because you were hurt. “Just my own inner voice. I just… I started thinking, what if I mess up? What if I don’t get it right? And then I just started crying,” you continued, sniffling as he held you closer, careful not to crush you.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked curiously. He woud’ve tried to comfort you the second he heard your voice. “Please don’t say you didn’t want to bother me,” he begged.

“I know it’s never a bother. I just thought it would stop after a minute,” you assured him, making him let out a breath. “I swear, Sprout knew something was up because I felt all sorts of movements.”

Bucky smiled proudly. “Probably trying to make Mama feel better,” he said. If your baby had your kind of heart, the world would be very lucky.

“Probably,” you said, smiling down at your stomach before you sighed. “I know I’m going to make mistakes because that’s just a part of life, but you and our child are the two things I don’t want to mess up in my life.”

Bucky kissed your forehead and shut his eyes. He understood uncertainty and insecurities. Some days they were quiet, and others they screamed at you until they drowned out everything else. Ignoring them was easier said than done. Speaking of them was the same. It left you raw, vulnerable, and exposed once they were out. To share that with him meant something.

There were so many nights he stayed up with you, pouring out his heart and letting himself bleed while you held him and assured him how wonderful he was and that he had proven time and again that he was a hero. Your faith in him never wavered, never faltered. It made him stronger.

You were strong, too. It didn’t mean you didn’t break because everyone broke in one way or another. But you’d never remain shattered, not while he was around. Not when he was there to help you build again.

“First, don’t apologize for feeling anything,” he gently said. Just like his feelings were valid in your eyes, so were yours, whether they came from hormone changes or bad voices in your head that he wanted to silence. “And two, I’m telling that voice in your head here and now that you won’t mess us up because you’re amazing. Hey! Mean voice in my wife’s head, you wanna shut up and listen to me? I’m already messed up enough, so it’s not like-”

Bucky chuckled when you poked him. “You’re not messed up. You’re my husband, the best husband, and you’re going to be the best dad,” you said fiercely, pulling back so you could smile at him. The threads within him tightened around his heart, keeping him in tact as he smiled back. You meant every word. “Did you really tell the voice in my head to shut up?”

“Yep. Had to be done,” he said, reaching for the cooler. “And as the best husband, guess where I got your ice cream from?”

You straightened up with a gasp. “You didn’t,” you whispered, your whole face lighting up when he opened it and pulled out a pint. That was the look he loved, one that made him fall in love with you all over again. “You did!”

“I did,” he confirmed, handing you a spoon. He was prepared so you could dig right in. “So, I did good?” he teased.

“You did so good,” you replied, moaning when you took the first bite. “Oh, my god. I’m so sucking your dick before we go to bed tonight.”

Bucky stirred in his pants. He couldn’t help himself because your mouth was both heaven and sinful. He also couldn’t help chuckling. If anyone walked in right now, they wouldn’t have known you were in tears before that. “I’m looking forward to that,” he said. He’d also return the favor and go down on you. “But how about I read you and Sprout a book while you enjoy your treat?”

You tapped your mouth with the spoon. “Right after you have a small treat.”

Bucky cupped your cheek, the tears long gone, and kissed you with everything he had. Each move of his lips and tongue told that you were beautiful, that he loved you, and that you’d be the best mom as you were already the best wife. He wanted you to feel safe, cherished, and whole because that was how he felt when he was with you.

“I love you,” you whispered when he pulled away. If he didn’t stop, he’d be between your legs and he wanted you to enjoy your ice cream first.

“I love you, too,” he said, resting his hand on your stomach again. “I love you both more than anything.”

A soft kick told him that your baby loved you both, too.

“And by the way.” Bucky kissed your lips again. “You look beautiful.”

Your face lit up again. “Thank you.”

Moments later with a blanket around your shoulders, Bucky had a book in one hand and fed you ice cream with the other while he read. There was a shine in your eyes as you gazed at him and ran your fingers through his hair, almost like you couldn’t believe he was real. He felt the same way when he was in your orbit, but it was real. Your love, your baby, it was his life. It was his everything.

And he would always be there to silence any doubt in yourself, the way you would always do with him.

We all deserve to have someone who gets us, sees us, and will do whatever they can to push the doubt away. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Safety Measures // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe.

Extra reading: Last Hope for background context

A/N: Happy New Year, beautiful readers! I hope everyone is well and safe.

Requested by: @theatrelove3000 thank you so so much for the request and all your support with my writing. As always, you're the best!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, polyamory, ptsd, anxiety, paranoia, insomnia, discussion of past abuse, domestic fluff, dom/sub undertones, cock warming, subspace (kinda), hurt/comfort, new member of the family (yay!), puppy

Words: 4.8k

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Insomnia was an issue you’d never had to deal with before. Not when you have two of the most powerful men of all of the East Coast tiring you out and wrapped around your body to make you feel safe and content.

However, as the seconds ticked by on the clock position on the nightstand next to the bed, you’d found that your body was willing to do anything but sleep. As midnight struck, any hope that had been inkling in your thoughts was diminished. There you were, half sprawled over Steve’s naked chest, his warmth burning through your skin, with Bucky spooning around your back, sandwiching you thoroughly between the two of them, legs crisscrossed between one another.

Even in the safe embrace, your heart continued to palpate painfully in your chest with such powerful thumps you were worried it would wake one of your lovers.

It was always this day. This date. Every year, that sprung fear through your soul, with the memories of your past returning to haunt you. Before Bucky. Before Steve or either of their safety and love, you’d been involved with your family business, reigned by your sadistic brother, Enzo, who was both hateful and abusive, causing you to live a life that was not worth living at all.

For countless years, you’d simply been floating through life, doing anything your brother demanded to benefit his gang. There was no hope, love, or light in your life until the men whose arms you were wrapped tightly in found you, saved you, and showed you what life was about. It hadn’t been an easy adjustment, especially with the violent and bloody end to your brother, but then readjusting to the newfound freedom had taken its toll. The anxiety from your past still haunts you to this very day.

In truth, in the first few years surrounding your brother's death anniversary, you’d celebrated the beginning of your new happiness and life. However, as you grew older and had to live through the dangers of being in the most infamous mafia gang in Brooklyn, your optimistic perspective became somewhat fragile with the realities of becoming close to losing everyone and everything you loved on multiple occasions.

So now, when this dark day loomed over your head once more, your anxiety rose along with the reminder of the horrors that you’d experience throughout your lifetime. Paranoia blossomed into something that was logically not plausible, frightened that somehow, Enzo would return and take you back to the hell hole he once kept you contained within.

These fears had been discussed with both Steve and Bucky on multiple occasions, as well as your friends, who promptly reminded you that nowhere was safer on earth than with all of them. There was 24/7 surveillance within the office and your home, guards patrolling, all armed and trained, as well as having the enhanced bodies of your boyfriends always at your side.

You were safe.

Safe.

And yet, still, there you lay. Wide awake, breaths shallow, trying to remain as quiet as possible so that you may listen to any sounds of intruders walking through your home. It is an impossible feat to do either way due to the pounding of your heartbeat without your ears, the repetitive thump and drum that increased in speed over the minutes. Your palms were becoming clammy where they were resting on Steve’s chest, a faint tremble beginning to throb through your limbs as well. You closed your fingers into a tight fist, attempting to cease the shaking whilst blowing out a long breath as the clock ticked to 00:01 am.

It was no use. You couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t just simply lay there and wait to be attacked or taken.

Carefully as you could, you attempted to climb out of your fierce hold, but due to your fragile state and the firm grip of Steve and Bucky, the movements stirred them both awake.

“Baby? Everything ok? Where are you going?” Steve asked, still half asleep but attempting to rouse himself more by rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry”, you whisper into the darkness, “I just needed to use the bathroom”. The lie trembled from your lips as you clumsily searched the bedroom floor for some clothing to cover your naked body. From the smell of the shirt that you were now tugging over your head, you’d found Bucky’s t-shirt in the dark. As your eyes adjusted to remain in the darkness, you could see Bucky moving closer to Steve on the bed, his face resting on the blonde's chest, replacing where you’d been.

The sight had you smiling for a split second before a rustle of the wind against the windows drew your frightened attention back to reality. Stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, there was a stalling moment where the walls seemed to close around you. Strangling. Suffocation. The fears of your past squeezing closer.

“No”, you chastise yourself in a whisper barely audible as you take a single sweeping step towards the sink, running the cold water to splash it on your face. “Enzo is dead. Stop freaking out, you’re being ridiculous!”. Yes, you were having a conversation with yourself, but only because it was a coping mechanism before you completely lost your mind and had a panic attack.

“Get a hold of yourself!”, you continue the monologue whilst staring at your distressed reflection in the mirror. “You’re safe here in your home”. For some reason, your bottom lip began quivering with the rising emotions and the overwhelming urge to cry. Giving your body a thorough head-to-body shake and angrily wiping away the traitorous tears dripping down your cheeks, you also gave yourself stern talking.

“Either you get yourself together, or you embarrass yourself and wake up Steve and Bucky”. You wouldn’t, not when it was something as irrational as being frightened that your definitely deceased deranged brother would somehow return from the dead to steal you to a life of misery. You couldn’t stomach waking them from their slumber to see the sad puppy eyes they would give you as they told you all the things you already knew. You were safe with them; they’d never let anything bad happen.

Filling your lungs with air, you blew out a long, slow breath until your lungs were completely empty. “Right. One search of the house and back to bed”, you decided, needing to check the surroundings with the hopes it would ease your battle with anxiety and insomnia.

Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom, you were thankfully greeted by the sound of two distinctively soft snores from both men still lying together in bed. Tip-toeing past them and into the hallway, you made sure to keep the lights off with your eyes having adjusted to the darkness as you approached Steve’s office.

There were a few things that you needed from this room. Firstly, to check the security camera feeds from his laptop, showing every angle possible surrounding the house and inside the many rooms of the luxury property. The baseball bat was also hiding beneath the desk. It was one of many weapons stashed throughout your home, carefully placed by both Bucky and his bodyguard Natasha and even though a gun would be a swifter finale for any intruder, there were still more consequences if you were to shoot the firearm accidentally and hit the wrong target whereas, with a bat, you could still keep someone at arm's length and also not fatally wound a friend if they came knocking at the door.

Clutching the smooth bat in both of your trembling hands, you watched the screen, flicking between rooms and areas of the exterior of your home, not spotting a single leaf out of place. In fact, the only emotion that seemed to bloom through your chest was adoration as you stared at the bedroom video feed, noticing that Bucky was now the bigger spoon, wrapped thoroughly around Steve, whose hands were stretched out to your side of the bed, like in his unconscious state, he was still searching for you.

Guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the sight, and closed the laptop with a sigh. You knew this paranoia would fade by the time tomorrow came around. Still, it was completely illogical for you to react rationally today, so with a sigh that echoed around the office, you stood and began to search the property physically.

Holding the bat at arm's length, you peeked around corners first then swung before stepping out. You'd been trained to use all the weapons scattered throughout the house with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, even with how to strike with a baseball bat effectively.

Every shift of shadows out of the corner of your eyes and every creak of the house naturally settling or knocking with the raging winds outside had your heart racing and senses going into full alert.

One check of the house turned into four full sweeps to ensure no one was there. It was also a slow and thorough check, so by the time you were stepping carefully through the kitchen, glancing out of the back window and into the dark abyss that was your back garden. The creak of footsteps echoed from upstairs; you’d become lost and disorientated on the search, and you had neglected to check the time.

05:03 am.

A sniffle and quiet cough followed the footsteps of the man who had decided to wake earlier than most. In a rush of adrenaline and the need to not be found with a baseball bat in hand like a crazy lady in the dark, you decided to hide the weapon in one of the kitchen cupboards and quickly pretended to be preparing coffee as the sleepy steps wandered down the carpeted stairs.

Placing two cups onto the kitchen counter, you almost held your breath in anticipation for the morning grumbly welcome by whoever had woken first. Steve and Bucky both like to be awake early, much to your usual pleas for them to stay in bed.

However, as the man walked into the kitchen, not a single word was shared as he stepped up close behind you, enveloping your body in a warm and metal arm, wrapping tightly around your waist and pulling you backwards until flush against a naked chest. Stubbled cheeks nuzzled into your neck as lips gently kissed the sensitive skin as you sighed, eyes closing and all tension diminishing into the floor at the feeling of finally being safe.

The two of you swayed on the spot, wrapped in the tight embrace, listening to the water in the coffee pot. One of your hand gripped onto the metal fingers, feeling the smooth material beginning to warm and match the temperature of your skin. The other hand lifted to rest on the back of his head, scratching his buzzed hair, earning a comforting moan from Bucky as he kissed your jaw.

“It’s a rare day when you’re awake before me”, Bucky whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing it. Goosebumps lined your body with the gruff tone of his early morning voice. He didn’t pester you any more about why you were awake at this time, but he did pinch the hem of your shirt. “Is it your plan to always wear my shirts so I must be topless?”

His words pulled a giggle from your lips, shaking your head as you poured the coffee into each cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

The two of you sat at the dining room table, coffee in one hand and in the other you held onto one another, admiring the night turn into the day with dawn breaking over the fences that lined the back garden. It was blissful and a welcomed distraction from the terrors beneath your surface.

Steve eventually joined, groaning about waking up alone as he kissed you, then Bucky on the back of the head. “Who knew the big grown mafia boss could be so needy?” Bucky quipped with a teasing smirk over the rip of his cup before taking another glug of the coffee.

“That’s a lot of sass for someone who will be going without any breakfast if he keeps it up”, Steve grumbles as he looks through the refrigerator to start preparing the three of you breakfast like he did on most mornings. Before Bucky could respond, Steve asked curiously, “Why is there a baseball bat in with the plates?”

Your eyes downcast to stare into your empty cup, shrugging your shoulders at the burning stares of your boyfriends. “I don’t know. Anyway, who wants a fresh coffee?”

Thankfully, nothing more was mentioned regarding the random appearance of the baseball bat as the three of you ate and prepared to head into the office. You were thankful for the distraction working in the gang gave you, especially on a stressful day like today. Although the paranoia and anxiety that had kept you awake still bubbled away beneath the surface.

On the car journey to work, even squished between Steve and Bucky in the back seats, their hands eagerly resting on the naked skin of your thighs, having pushed the dress up to have the contact. Even your bodyguard and best friend Sam, who was driving the vehicle, couldn’t ease the panic that came from every car horn that blared, the dangerously speeding vehicles that passed or just the erratic driving that was expected with other idiots on the road.

Every single disruption had you anticipating that the car you were in would be hit or stopped, and your brother would then arrive and drag you away. Of course, this didn’t happen, and as you came to work, another heavy sigh released from your body as you walked through the extensive security to get to the office.

New shipments of discreetly stolen goods had arrived, which was a welcome distraction for you, checking the quality and organising where and to whom it would be sold. This only lasted for an hour before the coldness began to creep in, and you made excuses to return to Steve and Bucky back in the office.

“You know you can talk to us, right?” Bucky reminds you carefully whilst pulling your chair closer to his. You couldn’t meet his intense stare as you shifted your body under his awaiting arm so you were cuddled close to his side.

“Yep”, you respond casually, leaning into his warmth.

Bucky’s face lowered to your ear as he stroked his fingers down your arm. “And you also know you’re safe with me. With Steve. In this building or home. I’d do anything to keep you safe, Doll”.

You smile politely at him, trying to ignore the guilt that, for some reason, passed over you as you reached to take his hand that was draped over your shoulders. “I know”.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bbcky checking his phone for the 15th time in an hour. Not that you’d been counting.

Finally, he seemed to receive the notification he’d been waiting for as he suddenly sprung up from his seat, pulling his leather jacket swiftly.

A frown settled over your features as you sat forward, “where are you going?”

Bucky glanced towards Steve first before addressing your question. “I’ve just got some errands to run, nothing special. I won’t be long, Sweetheart”.

He was leaving you. On a day when you needed him most so that you felt safe, he for some reason had to go.

You stood abruptly, pushing back your chair and taking urgent steps towards him whilst nervously playing with your fingers. “You’re going to leave me on my own!”

“Who am I? The milkman?” Sam joked from where he was standing near the door, and you instantly regretted the words, having not meant them that way. What’s worse is that Steve muttered something under his breath from his desk and now you were riddled with more guilt as Bucky’s sad eyes turned to you, his hands resting heavily on your shoulders.

“I won’t be long, and maybe you’ll get a surprise later.” He tried to bring a smile to your lips, but it was worthless as you were caught between staring at Sam and Steve, trying to find the words to apologise. Bucky breathed heavily through his nose at seeing you distraught, but then his phone pinged again, so with one last kiss to your temple, he made his way to the exit.

Turning to Sam whilst awkwardly rubbing your cheek to ease the burning of embarrassment under your skin, you attempted to apologise, but Steve cut off your sentence. “I’m sorr-”.

“Baby, come here”.

Turning towards the comforting voice, you saw that Steve’s full attention was now on you. He’d moved his seat away from his desk and opened his arm, a clear sign for you to approach, which you did with rushed steps before climbing into his warm, sturdy lap. Your knees rested on either side of his thighs as your fingers caded through the curling blonde hair at the nape of his neck which you were quick to bury your face into, breathing in his calming cologne.

“I’m sorry about the comment; I didn’t mean it like that. I know I’m not alone. My head is just all over the place and-”.

“Shh, I know, baby, you don’t need to explain yourself. I know you’d rather us both be around for you today”. There it was. The one small mention and reference made by someone else that this was a day that you hated. It’s not that it needed to be spoken about as it had been clear that both of your boyfriends had been trying their hardest to be there for you today by being at your side as much as possible, constantly checking in with your emotions and making sure you ate and drank enough.

But Steve saying it out loud seemed to make it all the more real, so as you clung to him with more desperation, his arms did just the same until it felt as if there wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t currently being touched by his giant frame.

“I love you, Steve, so much”, you plead to him in a tired daze, finally feeling somewhat safe now that you were crowded into his body.

“I’d do anything for you, baby girl, you know that. I love you too. Try and get some sleep; it’ll make the day go faster”.

You wanted to and knew you could if you’d let your eyes drop close, but something still wasn’t sitting right like an itch that needed to be scratched.

“Could I please make one request… sir?” you say, nerves beginning to flicker through your chest at the intimacy of the request, already starting to switch into the role of the submissive mind, especially after the fragile state you’d been in all day.

Steve seemed to straighten his posture at using the name, and his lips kissed the top of your head a few times before he responded, “Anything”.

Lifting your head away from his neck and gazing into the endlessly intense blue eyes that always looked so kindly down at you, you asked, “Please can we touch everywhere? I just want to sit and be close”.

Steve tried not to smile at the innocence and the way you couldn’t even say the words, ‘Please can I cock warm you?’ which he knew was what you were asking. Reaching between your bodies, he began to undo his belt and zipper, “You know you don’t need to ask, Sweetheart. I want you to feel comfortable”.

You could never explain to someone why you loved the thought of cock warming so much. It seemed to settle both your nerves and put you into a relaxing state. Not at all times, though. Half the time, it would just turn you into a horny, wet mess that ended with you riding the cock until at least three orgasms. But other times, such as now, you just needed to be stretched and feel as close to Steve as possible.

Lifting higher onto your knees, you moved aside your underwear and lifted the front of your dress as you manoeuvred yourself to accommodate the toe-curling length that was Steve Rogers. Through your groaning sigh, you couldn’t hear Steve’s matching noise as he made sure you were comfortable with a steading arm around your hips before shuffling his seat closer to the desk and continuing with his work and talking to Sam about an email he’d just received.

You were asleep before hearing the end of the email being read out. Your head is resting on his shoulder, hands loosely holding onto the material of his crisp navy blue shirt. You were warm, full and safe.

Hours later, as the sun began to set and the day passed, you were still drowsy, much more relaxed than you had been in the morning. You’d wake up to Steve packing his belongings and Sam saying he’d warm the car for you and Steve.

As you gathered your disorientated thoughts and tried to sit up, you noticed that Steve was very much still thoroughly hard inside of your soaked cunt. Silently, you thanked whatever super serum had been injected into him during his time in the army. You clenched at the realisation, and Steve hummed in contentment at realising you were waking up.

“Let’s get you home. Bucky’s waiting there for us”, Steve informed quietly whilst cupping your cheek tenderly.

With the position you’d been sitting in, your legs were sore and tense, but Steve was more than happy to carry you down, even with his cock still inside. However, with the movements of his steps, it caused his length to ease in and out of your already sensitive cunt that by the time you’d made it to the car, you were clinging desperately to his shoulders as an orgasm rushed through you, pulsing between your legs.

Steve’s knees nearly buckled as he rested your frame against the side of the car, his face dropping to your neck as he breathed you in deeply. Your cunt continued to clench around his cock until he, too, joined you in euphoria with a deep grunt and a snap of his hips; warmth flooded your hole and began dripping out and onto the floor. Neither of you or his employees batted an eyelid as both of you came.

Once in the car, you were so distracted with cleaning each other up that the idiots in other vehicles that had panicked you on the way in, didn’t remotely phase you.

Wishing Sam a good night, you and Steve walked up to your front door, hand in hand. Steve opened the front door for you, letting you walk into the living room first, where you abruptly stopped, causing the blonde to nearly knock into you.

“I promise I tried to stop him, but he’s a feral little beast!” Bucky exclaimed from where he sat on the floor, surrounded by something that could only be described as chaos.

It seemed all of the decorative pillows had been utterly destroyed as the contents of the fluff covered all of the surfaces. Not only this, but there were half-eaten shoes, and the corners of the couches and coffee table seemed to have tiny bite marks gnawed into them.

“Bucky?! What did you do?” You couldn’t even comprehend where the mess began and ended as you looked at your dishevelled boyfriend sitting on the floor. Well, he was more lying down, reaching beneath one of the couches as he began to sit up and plastered a wide, toothy grin towards you.

“Surprise!” Bucky shouts with exhausted joy as Steve sighs with a shaky laugh from behind you.

“Surprise? What kind of a surprise is my home being destroyed?” you say, gobsmacked, staring longingly at your favourite cushions ripped to shreds.

As Bucky opened his mouth to explain, a tiny yap sounded from beneath the furniture where he’d just been reaching, and suddenly, a bundle of black fur was pounding for your ankles. It took you a second to drop to your knees and gasp, reaching for the puppy.

“Careful! His teeth are viscous”, Bucky warns, trying to reach forward to grab the animal, but you beat him to it and pull the pup into your lap.

“Oh my god, look at you! Aren’t you just the most beautiful little thing! Was it you that destroyed my lovely cushions? It was, wasn’t it? That’s okay. I forgive you. I’ll forgive you for everything. You're just so damn cute!” you couldn’t help but talk in a childishly high voice as you spoke to the adorable little puppy.

Thankfully, he didn’t bite you with his tiny sharp teeth and instead rolled onto his back on your legs, his paws resting in the air as he waited for a belly rub you happily gave him with carefully placed head kisses.

“You didn’t tell me you were getting a new guard dog! And what happened to the rule of not letting them into the house?” you asked Bucky as you continued to pet the pup.

Steve squatted down next to you, reaching to stroke the puppy behind his ears but then quickly retreating as the tiny sharp teeth nearly nipped his fingers. “He’s not going to be a guard dog; he’s going to be your dog”.

Your head spun with how fast you looked between your boyfriends as you screamed, “What?!”

“Yep! He’s all yours. He’s a Rottweiler and is eight weeks old. They’re known to be a protective breed and great guard dogs, so we will have him properly trained a couple of times a week for this, but we also want him to be yours”. As Bucky explained he knelt closer which earned the attention of your new puppy who watched him closely but continued to lick your fingers in between as you scratched the top of his head.

Steve rested a firm hand on your lower back as he continued, “We know how difficult today is, even with our reassurance that you are safe from Enzo”. Even just hearing his name, your whole body tightens and locks, almost forgetting to breathe until a certain puppy begins to wiggle and try and jump up your body to attempt to lick your face, having noticed the change in demeanour. “We wanted there to be someone around for you all the time, just with the chance that you could still feel safe if Bucky or I weren’t by your side. So, we are hoping this little rascal will be able to do this”, Steve says playfully, stroking along the puppy's back but quickly withdrawing when he nearly nipped again.

“Thank you. Both of you. I don’t even know where to begin with telling you how amazing this gift is”, you say brightly, glancing between the two men you loved most in the world.

“Don’t thank us; it’s the least we could do”, Steve mutters whilst leaning in to kiss your cheek and then standing up, beginning to grab handfuls of fluff from all the surfaces with an attempt at cleaning up the mess.

“I just want you to be happy”, Bucky whispers whilst kissing your other cheek, but then his gaze moves to the puppy, and a line forms between his brows as he frowns. “There will be some ground rules, though. No dog on the couch or in bed. We need boundaries”.

You nod your head in understanding but lean closer to whisper to the pup loud enough that Steve and Bucky could still hear. “Don’t listen to the grumpy old man. You can stay wherever you’d like!”

Bucky sighs whilst rolling his eyes and begins to help Steve with cleaning.

The three of you were sat in front of the TV watching a late-night film. The four of you were sitting on the couch as the puppy was resting in your lap, exhausted from all the playing you’d been doing and now resting as you tried to think of a name for the little guy.

“What about Winchester? That’s a good dog name, right?” you ask the boys, but mostly the dog, hoping he would react to one of the suggestions, but he hasn’t succeeded so far. You pondered some more whilst petting his little black ears. “Oh, what about Sargeant?! No… what about Rogers? No…”. You gave up trying to think of a name off the top of your head and began to scroll for suggestions online.

“Max? Brutus? Thor? Um, nope, these aren’t good. Chase? Ari? Bullet? Dodger? Bli-” Your suggestions stop as the puppy’s head tilts to look at you, seeming more awake. “What is it? Is it one of the names? Ari?” No response, “Bullet?” still no response. “Dodger?” his precious little tail began to wag as he yapped.

“Dodger? You like that name?” he barked again, attempting to climb higher up your body to lick your face as you laughed fondly.

“Dodger it is”, Steve announced from your side with a smile.

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vintagebuckybarnes · 10 months ago

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Sandwiches And Sticky Fingers

Pairing -> Husband! Dad! Bucky Barnes x Wife! Mom! Fem! Reader

Total Wordcount -> 1.8K

Summary -> As your daughters are growing up, Bucky enjoys spending as much time as possible with his little family. Today, as the weather is lovely, he offers to have a picnic in your backyard, which is an offer you simply can’t refuse as it’ll be some welcome family time after a long week.

Tags & Warnings -> Canon compliant, stay-at-home dad! Bucky Barnes, established relationship (marriage), domestic fluff, a tiny bit of angst, references to Bucky's past (nondescriptive), mention/reference of a bad past relationship (nondescriptive), reader is nicknamed ‘Sunshine,’ no use of y/n.

Story rating -> Teen

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Writing Prompts @fandombingo -> “There was never anyone else for me.” | Bucky Barnes @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition -> “You’re so red.”

The sun outside shines brightly, covering the entire garden and your house in a beautiful golden hue. Your husband, Bucky, is enjoying some alone time as he makes breakfast for you and himself, and two pink bottles of milk are slowly warming up in the designated machine. He’s usually up an hour or two before you, and your twin daughters, and he likes to use that time to go on a long morning run with his best friend, Steve, to burn off some extra energy that is a result of the super soldier serum pumps through his veins.

As the sunlight enters your bedroom, showering everything in a warmth that always makes you happy, you wake up before stretching out, ready to start the day. After a quick look on the baby monitor—where you see both girls still sound asleep—you grab one of Bucky’s well-worn henleys, slip it on, and bring the fabric to your nose to inhale his masculine, comforting scent. A hum falls off your lips as a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth.

Finally, you make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Bucky is humming along to some music from the 40’s, his entire body moving to the beat as he effortlessly flips the next chocolate chip pancake - your favorite.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he says as he looks over his shoulder, meeting your gaze as he does. A flurry of butterflies is going wild in your stomach, heat surging through your veins as Bucky’s eyes darken from their usual bright blue to a darker blue while the pure need for you surges through his body. Within less than five steps, he’s standing in front of you, his hands gently cupping your cheeks as he takes a moment to admire your features.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs before leaning in, his lips on yours in a captivating kiss that has you gripping his shirt tightly. Even after a few years of marriage, he still takes your breath away every single day. Bucky’s hands wander from your cheeks down to your neck, his thumbs tilting your head slightly to get even better access to your soft, pink lips, and goosebumps arise on the skin he’s touching.

“Bucky-” is all you can say, but you don’t finish your sentence as the machine warming your girls’ bottles is beeping, letting you know they’re ready to go. A wide smile spreads as you push your forehead against your husband’s, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“I love you, Sunshine, so much. Now, if you go get the girls, I’ll finish breakfast, okay?” he asks softly, and you nod before stealing a few more pecks and turning around, your hips swaying a little extra with every step. As soon as you open the door to the room your twins share, you can hear them babbling away at one another, and your heart swells with love.

“Good morning, girls! Are you two ready to get some breakfast with Mommy and Daddy this morning?” you ask as you lower the side of the crib that houses your first daughter - Isabelle - ready to scoop into your arms. She coos happily at you, and you kiss her chubby cheek as you walk over to her sister - Rebecca - scooping her up with your free arm. Thankfully, Bucky had already changed their diapers before going on his run earlier this morning, meaning you don’t have to worry about them until after breakfast. You can go straight to the kitchen as your stomach is rumbling with hunger.

“Who’s ready to go and see Daddy?!” you ask them excitedly, making Bucky smile as he hears you over the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. He lets out a content sigh as he finishes setting the table, just in time for you to walk in with your daughters. Rebecca immediately stretches her arms out to be held by Bucky, which has become their morning routine whenever you’re home.

With you being gone for work early in the morning and Bucky taking on the role of a stay-at-home dad at his request, he has been bonding with them in a way he never would have considered before meeting you. Ever since he got the chance to meet you, you have shown him what he deserves by giving it to him and more, and even though it is still a struggle some days, he now embraces his life with open arms, which is a massive help with his recovery, too.

“I’ve been thinking, what do you think of having a picnic in the backyard this afternoon? After they’ve gone down for their nap, we can spread out a blanket on the grass as we have some snacks for us, and they’ll get their bottles outside, as well,” he offers; you don’t have to think about it for even a second before you let him know you agree, and Bucky feels like he’s on cloud nine at the thought of spending the afternoon all together.

Bucky spreads a large picnic blanket in your backyard underneath a large beach umbrella to allow for shade. While you’re busy cutting up fruit in the kitchen, you suddenly get very distracted by the sight of your husband bending over in a pair of tight, black jeans that show off his backside beautifully as you start to salivate a bit at the thought of giving it a spanking or two. Then, as if he senses your eyes on him, he turns around with a quirked brow, letting you know you got caught.

In an effort to play it off like nothing happened, you go back to cutting the large, juicy watermelon you bought at a farmers market you and your twins attended after breakfast, but it’s all to no avail.

“You can’t help yourself, can you, Sunshine? Ogling innocent men as they’re just spreading out a blanket in their backyard,” Bucky purrs as he gently pushes himself against your back, his firm chest and chiseled abdomen pressed against you as his large hands rub your arms.

Why does he have to look and feel like he’s been cut out of marble? You think as you close your eyes. The way he presses against you has you wanting him more and more every second, and when his lips are leaving a trail of kisses on your neck and bare shoulder, your brain is about to shortcircuit completely. As you drop the knife on the counter, you and Bucky snap back to reality at the loud sound.

“Oh god, I-I’m sorry!” you say as heat surges through your cheeks, embarrassment and bad memories flooding your body and mind as you try to regain yourself.

“Sunshine, can you look at me for a moment?” Bucky gently asks, and you turn around after he steps back to allow you some room to move.

“It’s okay- we’re okay. I know you dropped the knife, but no one got hurt, and everyone is okay. I’m not mad,” he says reassuringly, and you can’t help but tear up a little as he says it. Before meeting Bucky, you’ve come out of a nasty relationship, and as much as you’ve shown him the life he deserves, he’s also shown you the life you deserve to live, even though it hasn’t been easy for either of you.

“Are you sure?” you ask in a small voice, and Bucky nods before extending his hand. He wants to give you the choice of being touched, and you put your hand in his before stepping into his comforting arms. As he whispers sweet words into your hair, your heart rate goes down, and the anxiety you felt earlier also leaves your body as you enjoy the moment.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you say before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek, leaving him to blush intensely at your show of affection. A goofy smile splits his face as he feels like a teenager in love who just got kissed on the cheek by their crush, and he can never get enough of feeling this way. After you’ve returned to cutting the red, juicy fruit, Bucky has gone to get the twins, changing their diapers before taking them outside, ready to enjoy the picnic.

“Look who’s there with your bottles! It’s Mommy!” Bucky says enthusiastically as you’re holding the girls’ milk bottles in one hand and a basket with containers of sandwiches and fruit in the other. As you walk over, Bucky admires the way you look like a goddess with the sun shining beautifully on you, smiling as he does. While he always knows he’s lucky to have fallen in love with someone like you, moments like this cement it for him.

“What’ve you been staring at, Handsome? You’re so red, the colors of your cheeks are rivaling the strawberries I cut up earlier,” you say teasingly as you sit down on one of the pillows Bucky brought outside, and he turns his head to Isabelle, who’s looking up at him with big, curious eyes.

“Do you hear that, Izzy? Your Mommy is teasing me and telling me I look like a strawberry! Can you believe it?!” he says with faux-offense, immediately making you chuckle as he does. In moments like this, you’re falling in love with him all over again. He’s a natural dad, and it always felt right when you talked about him becoming a stay-at-home dad. He’s doing a fantastic job raising your daughters; you can’t help but tell him exactly that.

“Bucky?” you say, grabbing his attention for a moment.

“I love you and am so happy to have married you. Before meeting you, I only thought I had met the love of my life, but nothing was further from the truth - it was only when I got to know you that I realized there was never anyone else for me. You’re my soulmate, true love, and happily ever after.”

For a moment, Bucky stays silent as he lets your words sink in; the amount of love makes his heart overflow. His mouth opens and shuts a few times as his brain desperately tries to grasp words, but he’s unable to. Instead, he leans forward to kiss you, a soft moan slipping from your lips as he does. The kiss is unhurried, soft, and perfect, but you’re pulled out of the kiss when you feel something sticky and wet smeared on your arm.

“Oh, what’s that?! Did you get ahold of one of the strawberries?” you ask as you look down at Rebecca, who’s squeezed one of the juicy fruits before smearing it onto your arm. A deep laugh emerges from your husband’s chest, and you can’t help but laugh with him. What started as a sweet moment has become a core memory for you and your husband, genuinely making it a day never to forget.

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So, I was thinking of a very fluff request for Bob where he and reader are both at a wedding, maybe the two of them are already dating or like in your "100 first dates fic" since it honestly made me giggle and kick my feet like a teenager girl instead of a grown ass man lol

Somehow, in the throwing bouquet tradition the reader catch it, maybe who was throwing it used too much force and it feel on him(idk why but the image of someone getting hit by a bouquet in the face) and reader just start to playfully teasing Bob like "seems like we are the next, huh?"

Invitation

Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Male Reader

Summary: You received your sister's wedding invitation in the mail, and it included an extra spot for a guest. Given that you and Bob had just begun dating, you decided to invite him.

A/N: This is adorable, love this idea a lot. Not a direct sequel or anything to "100 first dates" however I'll be keeping the "freshly dating" dynamic. Sorry this took so long, I've been so bleh lately!

TW: Fluff

Words: 2.8k

Your family life had always been, to put it mildly, an intricate tapestry of expectations and unspoken comparisons. You were the second youngest in a sprawling family, surrounded by a legion of older sisters who, one by one, had seemingly glided effortlessly into successful careers and conventional marriages. Each of them a shining example of stability and achievement, their lives laid out like perfectly manicured gardens. You, on the other hand, had chosen a path less traveled, one that led you deep into the clandestine world of S.H.I.E.L.D. Intel. Your decision to embrace a life of independence, particularly your steadfast commitment to remaining single, was a quiet rebellion against the familial narrative. You preferred the solitude of your own company, the freedom of unattached existence.

Then came the seismic shift. The chaotic, morally ambiguous machinations involving Valentina Allegra de Fontaine and Bucky Barnes dragged you, kicking and screaming, into a team dynamic you inherently despised. The very thought of it grated on your fiercely independent spirit. Yet, amidst the grudging compliance and the gnawing resentment, there was Bob. He was the unexpected, beautiful anomaly. With that damned, disarming smile and his quiet, almost reverent way of saying "hi" for the first time, he systematically dismantled every single wall you had meticulously constructed around yourself. It was a slow, deliberate erosion, a gentle dismantling of your carefully guarded heart.

Had it not been for Yelena, who, with characteristic bluntness, all but threatened you into action, you'd likely still be hopelessly, agonizingly pining for Bob from a safe, agonizing distance. Your one younger sister, barely a month your junior, seemed to possess some preternatural sixth sense. As if she knew, somehow, that you and Bob had finally taken that tentative step into a relationship, an elaborate wedding invitation arrived, conspicuously accompanied by a "plus one".

You and Bob had only just embarked on this new, exhilarating, and undeniably awkward phase of your relationship. It was a dance of hesitant glances, of hands almost brushing, of stifled giggles after one of you (usually you) awkwardly fell asleep on the other's shoulder during a late-night movie. The air between you crackled with unspoken desires and tentative affection. And now, the daunting task of convincing Bob to accompany you to this impending family spectacle loomed large. You knew, with a sinking certainty, that your sister's wedding would be an extravagant, over-the-top affair, a gauntlet of probing questions and judging eyes. The worst he could say was 'no,' a thought that brought a tiny measure of relief. If he declined, you could always fall back on one of the girls, or, in a moment of sheer desperation, even John, though the very idea sent shivers of revulsion down your spine.

It was another late night, the kind that bled into the early hours of morning. You were sprawled in bed, adorned in those ridiculously comfortable, yet utterly inane, Hello Kitty pajama pants. Your gaze was fixed, unseeing, on your laptop screen, a generic rom-com playing out its predictable plot, its existence barely registering. Your interest had waned almost thirty minutes ago, replaced by the persistent hum of your own thoughts.

Then, your attention was abruptly drawn to the bedroom door. Bob stood there, a familiar, easy smile gracing his lips – the same smile that never failed to send your mind spiraling and your body liquefying into a contented puddle. He didn't speak immediately. Instead, he moved with a quiet grace to his usual spot on your bed, settling onto his side. Then, with a subtle gesture that somehow spoke volumes, he held up the embossed card, the tell-tale invitation to your sister's wedding.

You blinked, once, then twice, your gaze fixed on Bob, who lay casually on your bed, the offending invitation held loosely in his hand. The flickering light from your laptop screen cast a soft glow on his features, highlighting the gentle curve of his smile. "How... how did you find that?" you finally managed, the words a strained whisper.

He shrugged, a small, almost imperceptible movement. "It was on your bed when I came in earlier," he replied, his voice a low, even murmur that always had a calming effect on you, despite the current maelstrom in your gut. "Got curious. Saw you with it before."

A low groan escaped your lips, and you ran a hand through your hair, tugging lightly at the roots. Your eyes darted around the room, settling on anything and everything but him – the stack of books on your nightstand, the half-empty water glass, the faded band poster on your wall. "I was going to ask you eventually," you mumbled, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's just… my family can be a lot. And as the only son, I'm not particularly fond of seeing all my aunts and uncles who always ask when I'm getting married."

You caught yourself, the sudden realization of your rambling hitting you square in the chest. You risked a quick glance at him, and found his eyes, those captivating brown eyes, staring directly at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. He didn't interrupt, just watched you, patiently. He then opened the invitation again, his gaze sweeping over the elaborate script and delicate illustrations, before looking back up at you.

"I'd actually like to go with you," he said, his voice still quiet, but with an underlying current of genuine interest. A small, almost imperceptible tremor went through you. "Besides," he continued, a hint of playful amusement in his eyes, "I'd like to see you in a nice suit instead of your usual attire."

"Oh, so you don't like it when I come back to the Tower covered in dirt, grime, and sweat?" you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Here I thought that was your favorite look."

Bob scrunched his nose, a comical expression that made your heart do a little flip. He leaned over you, his arm brushing lightly against your side as he placed the invitation on your bedside table. "Let's just say I appreciate a diverse wardrobe," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And a suit would definitely be a step up from 'recently survived an explosion' chic."

The day of your sister's wedding arrived with startling speed, a blur of forgotten weeks and mounting anticipation. You stood in the bathroom, staring at your reflection, hands slightly trembling as you adjusted the collar of your crisp white button-up. The fabric felt stiff and unfamiliar against your skin, a stark contrast to the worn comfort of your usual clothes.

Beside you, Bob was a vision of effortless sophistication. His suit, a rich charcoal gray, fit him perfectly, accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and the lean line of his frame. His hair, usually a charming mess, was expertly pushed back, revealing more of his forehead than you were accustomed to seeing. The top two buttons of his own shirt were undone, a subtle touch that lent him an air of relaxed elegance.

"Think this looks okay?" you mumbled, glancing at him through the mirror.

He met your gaze in the reflection, a soft smile gracing his lips. "You look more than okay," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You look... different. In a good way."

A blush crept up your neck. "Just trying not to embarrass you," you retorted, attempting to sound nonchalant, but your heart was doing a frantic little tap dance.

He chuckled, a warm, melodic sound that always sent a shiver down your spine. "Impossible," he murmured, his eyes lingering on yours for a beat longer than strictly necessary. It was an awkward, flirtatious exchange, the kind that was becoming increasingly common between you two, and it ended, as it often did, in a shared burst of laughter that eased the tension in the room.

With one last collective look in the mirror, you both headed out, the hum of the waiting car a prelude to the impending familial chaos. The second you stepped out, the air was assaulted by a high-pitched squeal. Your eldest sister, Clara, a whirlwind of perfectly coiffed hair and a dress that sparkled a little too much, descended upon you like a well-dressed hawk. Her eyes, already bright with wedding day excitement, practically ignited when she saw Bob emerge from the car beside you. You felt his hand instinctively go to yours at your side, his fingers nervously grasping at your palm, a subtle but reassuring anchor amidst the impending storm of family greetings.

"There he is! My baby brother!" Clara shrieked, her voice cutting through the elegant murmur of arriving guests. Before you could even brace yourself, you were engulfed in a bone-crushing hug that smelled faintly of expensive perfume and frantic enthusiasm. When she finally released you, she turned her glittering gaze on Bob, a wide, assessing smile spreading across her face.

"And you must be Bob!" she practically chirped, extending a hand to him. Bob, ever the gentleman, took it with a polite smile, though you felt his fingers subtly tighten around yours. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you! We've heard so much about you." She punctuated this with an exaggerated wink in your direction, which earned a low groan from you.

Before you could interject or offer a sarcastic retort, Clara's other half, her husband Thomas, ambled over. He was a solid, reassuring presence, a quiet counterpoint to Clara's effervescence. "Clara, give them some space," he said with a warm chuckle, offering Bob a more subdued, but equally welcoming handshake. "Good to meet you, Bob. Don't mind my wife, she's just a little over-excited today."

Just as you thought you might escape the immediate gauntlet of sibling scrutiny, your second sister, Eleanor, appeared, elegant and poised as always, her expression a mix of gentle amusement and shrewd curiosity. She offered Bob a graceful nod. "It's a pleasure, Bob," she said, her voice soft and refined. "We're all terribly pleased to finally put a face to the name." Her eyes, however, lingered on your clasped hands for a moment longer than strictly necessary before she offered you a knowing, conspiratorial smile.

Bob, to his credit, navigated the whirlwind of introductions with remarkable composure, a polite smile fixed on his face, his answers concise and charming. You, meanwhile, felt the familiar tension building in your shoulders. This was only the beginning. You could already feel the invisible eyes of various aunts and uncles, each one a silent timer, ticking down until the inevitable "So, when are you getting married?" question would be unleashed. You squeezed Bob's hand, a silent plea for moral support, and he squeezed back, a reassuring warmth that somehow made the impending onslaught of familial interrogation just a little more bearable.

The wedding ceremony, thankfully, sailed by with surprising speed, a stark contrast to the drawn-out affairs of your older sisters. This expedited timeline meant one thing: it was already time for the bouquet toss. You and Bob sat at a nearby table, your chairs subtly pushed closer together, a quiet island in the sea of mingling guests. You both turned, a shared, silent agreement to observe the spectacle as the crowd of eager women and young girls gathered, a buzzing hive of anticipation.

Your younger sister, the bride, stood with her back to the expectant throng, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She teasingly feigned the toss once, then twice, drawing a chorus of mock groans and excited giggles from the crowd. A small, affectionate smile played on your lips as you watched her, lost in the moment.

It was then that Bob's hand found yours on your lap, his touch light and unexpected. The sudden contact caught you off guard, a jolt of pleasant surprise. You looked over at him, your smile softening as your eyes met his. In that brief moment of pleasant disorientation, a blur of white and green flashed through your peripheral vision.

Thwack!

The bouquet of flowers smacked you directly in the face, the impact surprisingly firm, before tumbling unceremoniously into your lap. The scent of roses and lilies instantly filled your nostrils. You looked up, wide-eyed and completely bewildered, the petals clinging to your eyelashes. A hush fell over the crowd, and then, slowly, every single eye in the room pivoted to land squarely on you and Bob. Your cheeks, you noticed with a jolt, were a furious, undeniable shade of red. Bob, beside you, looked equally flustered, his own complexion rapidly matching the vibrant hue of your sister's roses.

A nervous, almost involuntary smile stretched across your face as you slowly bent down and retrieved the bouquet of flowers from your lap. As you tentatively held them up, a ripple of excitement spread through the assembled guests, quickly erupting into a crescendo of cheers and applause. It was, in many ways, a replay of every other wedding in your family. Relatives, with their predictable enthusiasm, immediately converged on you and Bob, offering their congratulations as if this outcome had been a foregone conclusion, as if the two of you hadn't become boyfriends only a few months prior. The air buzzed with well-wishes, knowing glances, and the ever-present, unspoken expectation of your familial future.

Once the initial celebratory frenzy subsided and the crowd began to drift back inside the venue, you and Bob remained seated outside. The sudden quiet felt almost deafening after the joyous uproar. You both sat for a moment, processing the unexpected turn of events, the weight of the bouquet in your hand feeling surprisingly significant.

You looked down at the vibrant flowers, then at Bob, who was still looking somewhat shell-shocked. A dry chuckle escaped your lips. "Well," you said, a wry tone to your voice, "looks like we're next."

Bob's head snapped towards you, his eyes wide. A nervous laugh bubbled up from him, a sound that was more a gasp of disbelief than actual amusement. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up slightly. "Next?" he echoed, his voice a little hoarse. "You think your sister aimed that thing?"

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. "Given her track record of 'subtle' hints, I wouldn't put it past her. Besides, it's tradition, right? Whoever catches the bouquet is next." You gestured vaguely with the floral arrangement, as if it were a scepter of inevitable doom.

He let out a longer, more genuine laugh this time, shaking his head. "I suppose that makes sense. Though, I was hoping for a bit more of a 'will they, won't they' period before the sudden floral prophecy." His eyes met yours, and in their depths, you saw a mix of surprise, amusement, and something else... something warm and hopeful that made your stomach flutter.

You leaned your head back against the elegant patio chair, still clutching the bouquet. The last rays of the setting sun cast a golden glow over the manicured gardens. "Me too," you admitted softly, the playful façade dropping for a moment. "It's a lot. My family... they really don't do anything by halves." You paused, then added, "Especially when it comes to weddings."

Bob reached over, his fingers gently brushing against your arm, sending a familiar jolt through you. "Hey," he said, his voice dropping to that quiet, reassuring tone that always calmed you. "We'll take it at our own pace. A bouquet toss is just a bouquet toss. No one's forcing us to do anything we're not ready for." He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. "Unless you secretly want to plan a wedding, of course. I just figured we'd get through the awkward hand-holding phase first."

You snorted, a genuine, hearty laugh escaping you. "Oh, we are definitely still in the awkward hand-holding phase, trust me." You shifted in your seat, turning to face him fully, the bouquet still resting on your lap. "But seriously, thank you for coming with me. This would have been... infinitely worse alone."

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Anytime," he murmured, his gaze lingering on yours. "Though I might prefer to be on the other side of the bouquet toss next time. You know, not the one being hit in the face."

You playfully nudged him with your elbow. "Don't tempt fate, Bob. With my family, anything's possible." You both sat there for a few more comfortable moments, the silence punctuated only by the distant murmur of conversation from inside the venue and the gentle rustle of leaves. The overwhelming moment had passed, leaving behind a feeling of unexpected warmth. You looked down at the bouquet once more, a faint smile touching your lips. It was just a bunch of flowers, but in that moment, in Bob's quiet company, it felt like a silent, silly, and strangely sweet promise.

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