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pellucid-constellations · 4 years ago

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Celestial

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky thinks you must be made of light; the stars are always brighter when he’s looking at them through your eyes.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: A little bit of angst

a/n: This is my entry for @thefanbasewhore‘s 2k writing challenge! I used the prompt “you look so good.” Congrats on 2k 💙!!

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In his worst moments—the ones where he lost himself—Bucky could only remember the dark. He would be woken up by nightmares filled with nothingness; voids sucking him in and taking, taking, taking until he was nothing but the shell that Hydra hoped he would be. Turning on the light by his bed did very little to comfort him. The darkness was not physical.

Sometimes, he would get in the elevator alone and be transported to the pitch-black cells he was kept in. His muscles would twitch as if remembering the way he would wave his hands in front of his eyes, desperate to see motion—desperate to see anything. He always missed his floor when that happened.

And when the lights flickered on the television, his friends gathered together on the couch, Bucky couldn’t help but think about the surgical lamps that put him to sleep. Darkness would envelop him as liquids were pumped into his system, prepping him to operate on things he couldn’t see. He would wake up some time later feeling more detached than he was before, more dark. He could never get through an entire movie with the team.

But the night sky was a kind of darkness Bucky could manage. It was never totally dark, not in the way Hydra wanted it to be. They wanted it to cloak the Winter Soldier; hide him from targets and allow him to sneak by undetected. The small dots that lit up the sky put a wrench in that plan, forever illuminating him, even if just a little. Bucky always kept that small defiance close to him, a secret between him and the moon.

After Steve got him out, Bucky found comfort in the night. He wasn’t used to the sun; Hydra had conditioned him to believe its warmth and clarity wasn’t meant for men like him—for soldiers like him. But the moon was impartial. It had seen the terrible things he did and still granted him that delicate light that found reflections in his left arm. It exposed him, but it made him feel safe.

Bucky figured his affinity for late night strolls was what prompted Steve’s request. “I know you don’t like going out during the day, Buck,” he had said, following Bucky onto the patio.

“Too many eyes,” he confirmed. Steve nodded his head.

“Right. But I hate that you’re cooped up in the compound like this. We got you out, Bucky. I want you to start enjoying life.”

“‘M fine here, Stevie. Bothering less people this way.” Steve looked pained at his words. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a paper, fiddling nervously with the edges.

“Well, this might be somethin’. I know you like to watch the stars, I see you out here every night. I don’t think many people go here, but they’ve got tours. Could be nice to get outta here for a while, Buck.” He handed the small brochure for the observatory to Bucky. “You don’t have to go, but just… consider it?”

Bucky didn’t want to consider it, but Steve’s pleading eyes tugged at his heart. “Sure, pal. I’ll take a look.”

When he said he would consider it, he didn’t think that meant Steve was going to ask him about his decision every night for a week. After the fifth time Steve popped his head through the sliding door, hopeful eyes meeting his, Bucky caved.

Hands gloved and body wrapped in the protection of the night, Bucky made his way into the observatory. He only expected to stay for a few minutes—he was just going to appease Steve—but when a soft voice pulled his attention from a rather large picture of the moon, he knew he was a goner.

“You find anything interesting?” You asked, head tilting to the side. He looked you up and down, noting your name tag and hands full of papers. He was definitely going to be here for more than a few minutes.

“Uh, I’m here for the tour?” His statement came out as a question. Bucky hadn’t spent any time looking at the pamphlet Steve handed him, so he wasn’t even sure that there was a tour. When your eyes lit up with excitement, he knew he guessed correctly.

“Really? Wow, no one ever comes for those! We usually just get a bunch of cranky old scientists coming to use our data,” you paused, putting the papers down on a nearby table. “So, you like space?” The smile you gave him was enough to make him like anything that came out of your mouth.

“Guess so,” he responded, scratching the back of his neck. “The stars are nice. Like to go out most nights and look at ‘em.”

“Me too! That’s why I have a degree in astronomy, I guess. It’s just crazy to think about all that up there, you know? So much is going on and we’re stuck down here with only these telescopes to see it,” you rambled. The corner of Bucky’s lips turned up as you went on, a feeling sparking within him he thought obsolete. “Oh god, sorry. Was I talking too much? I do that a lot. I’m y/n by the way. Probably should have started with that.”

Bucky took your outstretched hand, shaking it lightly—light enough to not intimidate you, he thought. “Bucky Barnes.”

“Well, Mr. Bucky Barnes, seeing as you’re the only person who’s been here for a tour in at least three weeks, I’m gonna pull out all the stops.” And you did, literally.

He followed you around the observatory as you pulled out map after map, stopping when a specific constellation piqued your interest or when you just had to show Bucky the new astronomical clock your team bought. “I had to beg them to get this one,” you said, pointing to the massive clock on the wall. “It’s more for decoration honestly, but I thought it was beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he surveyed, not looking anywhere near the clock. “Think you’re right.” You turned your gaze to him after a moment, eyes alight with excitement.

“Okay, Bucky. You ready for the big guns?” You grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs, clearly on a mission. He wondered for a second—just one—if you could feel his pulse through his wrist when you grabbed him. He certainly could.

You took him higher and higher until you stopped in front of a set of double doors, the “employees only” sign slapped in the center a warning. “I’m really not supposed to bring anyone in here,” you hesitated, biting at your lower lip. “But—well, I’m just so excited that someone came. And you’ve had to listen to me talk for hours so I figured you deserved it.”

You pushed the doors open and Bucky was rendered speechless. The telescope took up the entire room, its sheer size making Bucky feel small for the first time in a while. You pressed a few buttons on the wall and the sky met his eyes, the roof pulling back completely.

“You sure you’re allowed to do this?” He asked, head turned upwards. “Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble over me.”

“I don’t really care if I get in trouble. You look like you could use some light in your life.” His eyes snapped down, carefully observing you. You gave him a small smile. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. Sometimes it’s just easy to forget that there’s always a little bit of light out there. This room is a great way to be reminded.”

And with your words, he was back outside, snow covering his back and an objective ingrained in his mind. The harsh cold whipped at his face as the rifle pressed deeply into his cheek. He had no memories—nothing to ground him to himself—but when he looked up he felt calm. A little bit of light out there, you had said.

“So, you wanna look through the telescope?” Your tentative voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes,” he blinked. “Yes, I would really like that.” A bright smile covered your face as you led him to the center of the room. You pressed your hand to his back to steady his movements, pushing him in front of you to press his eye to the lens.

“You’re looking at mars right now,” you proclaimed, so excited just to be showing him. Bucky almost wished he could see you instead of the planet. “I’m gonna move it a bit so you can see something else. Oh, there! That should be Taurus. It’s the bull zodiac, representing strength.”

He pulled his head back subtly to look at you, eager to see your reaction. What he saw blindsided him. The stars and the moon were illuminating the planes of your face in a way that made him want to brush his hands against them. Your eyes were turned upwards, admiring the sky, but Bucky was sure he could see the constellation clear as day within them—brighter that way even. How was it that you made it brighter?

“Do you like it?” You beamed, catching him staring. He took a moment to take in your joy; to replicate it.

“More than you know.” His intensity had your stomach flipping. You recovered with a chuckle.

“Well, then you are going to love the gift shop. Come on, we better leave before someone finds out I brought you up here.”

Bucky ended up leaving with a sweatshirt stamped with the observatory’s logo and a promise to show him all of the constellations if he came back. It didn’t take very much convincing, and if he was being honest, he would have come back just to hear your voice again.

After about a month of visits, Bucky considered himself a regular at the observatory in upstate New York. You were surprised to see him the second time around, nearly dropping your pen at his entrance, but that smile that blew him away quickly found its way onto your face. You had teased him, asking if it was the sweater that brought him back for more. He said it was. But no sweater could compete with that drop in his stomach every time he saw the stars reflecting in your eyes.

“You know, Bucky,” you turned to him, pulling away from the telescope on the top floor. This was his sixth visit. “If you keep coming around here so often, I might have to offer you a job. My supervisor’s been asking about the mysterious man that keeps coming back for the same tour every week.” His face flushed, fingers brushing yours resting on the railing ever so lightly.

“Will getting a job here mean I get to see you more?” Now it was your turn for your face to heat up. He brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear and glanced at you from your platform above him. “Cause I wouldn’t really mind learning more about space if it was you teachin’ me.”

It was miraculous the progress you’d made with Bucky. He had kept his words short for the first few visits, simply following you around as you pointed things out to him. He was always the most silent when you took him upstairs and pulled the roof back, but that was also when he looked most calm.

The silent, gentle touches began two weeks ago. He had been buying another pen from the gift shop—you were sure he must have a thousand of those by now—and his hand brushed yours. He pulled back instantly as if he had done something wrong, and you had to school your face to contain your grimace. You rubbed your hand down his arm when he left that day; a quiet message that his touch was wanted, that it was kind.

He greeted you with a hug the next time. It was awkward and he was stiff, but he was also warm and his body seemed to sink into you as if he had been dying to do it for so long—dying to touch you. He pulled away after a while, the hug longer than most would have been, but you didn’t mind.

You then began to expect his touches. That brief brush against your fingers on the rail was just one of many, and each sent your skin aflame. You smiled down at him. “You sure you’d want that? I thought you’d be pretty tired of my voice by now.”

“Nah, doll, I like your voice. Pretty sure it’s me you should be getting tired of.” Your face scrunched up in distaste at his words.

“Bucky, you’re probably one of my favorite people. I don’t think I could get tired of you if I tried,” you replied, casually going back to your notes on the table. You always tried to keep your feelings for Bucky casual. You hid them behind offhanded comments and fleeting touches, desperate not to scare him off; you knew Bucky was careful with emotions.

“Me? I think you have your wires crossed somewhere, y/n. I’m nothin’ special,” he retorted, hands fiddling with the visitors badge on his chest. You snapped your eyes up at that.

“Nothing special? Buck… you are the highlight of my week. Can I—” you paused, weighing your next words. “Can I show you something? It’s not done yet, but I just… I feel like I need to show you.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Something I haven’t seen yet? You’ve shown me this place twice over, doll.” You shook your head, hopping off the platform and grabbing his hand to guide him down the stairs and through a few back hallways.

“Not all of it. We keep new projects in the back rooms, the ones that really are supposed to be ‘employees only’,” you said.

“I mean, you probably shouldn’t be doing this then, right? I’d hate for you to get fired. I love coming here to see you.” His worried tone sent butterflies through your stomach.

“I’m not gonna get fired, Buck. This place would fall apart without me. Besides, I figured the guy who inspired the project should get to see it before anyone else.” You pulled him through the final back door, an nearly empty room greeting the two of you.

“Inspired the—what are you talkin’ about, doll? What’re we doing in here?” You took a deep breath and turned to face him, a nervous smile tugging at your lips.

“What exactly do you think I’ve been doing while you visit? Like the notes I’ve been taking?” You asked him. He shot you another confused look.

“I don’t know. Trackin’ space or something? Never thought to ask.”

“Right, well sorta. The board wanted me to find a way to increase visitors. You know, for sales and stuff to support the lab. You’ve been buying enough at the gift shop to keep us afloat for months, but they want to get people excited to come here,” you began, slowly making your way to the far corner of the room.

“So I thought, ‘well what makes me excited to come here?’ and all I could think about was you, Bucky. The way you light up when I show you the stars. The way you—well just—I’ll just show you.”

In the back of the room, your hands brushed anxiously across the old projector. There was a part of you that thought this might be too much for him; that he might get freaked out by your gesture and take off. But the part of you that wanted him to know his worth won out and you flipped the power on, a low whirring bouncing off of the walls.

“Okay, hit the lights.” As soon as he did, a gasp escaped Bucky’s mouth. Small illuminations scattered across the walls and the ceiling, some individual, but some in shapes he could recognize. They fell over his arms and his face and your face, and he was sure he’d never seen anything more beautiful. You took his lack of response as a sign of dislike and began to ramble.

“I know it’s not everything we’ve looked at together, but this is a really old projector so it can’t handle much. We’re getting a new one though! And I tried really hard to make them all scientifically accurate, just like the ones you see when you look through the telescope. That way even if it’s cloudy you could see—”

“I—I love this,” he cut you off, warmth blooming within his chest “How did you… I mean how was any of this inspired by me?”

“What do you mean, Buck? I made this because of you. All of it,” you clarified. He reluctantly tore his gaze from you to look around the room again, awestruck and in utter disbelief.

Tentatively, he removed his glove from his left hand and shifted it from side to side, the lights gleaming off the metal plates. You had never seen his arm outright, but you always knew it was there. Bucky usually went to great lengths to hide it from you, but there in that room—with the lights you created shimmering down on him—he revealed it to you. And for the first time in his life, he thought it was beautiful.

“You look so good,” you encouraged. His delighted eyes found yours. “When you smile like that. You look good. You don’t do it often, but when you do, it’s like the sun.”

“The sun?” he questioned, taken aback. “You think I’m like the sun?”

“Yes, Bucky, you’re exactly like the sun—” His lips cut you off before you could elaborate further. You felt the cold metal of his hand brushing against the back of your head, fingers gently playing with your hair. His lips moved slowly, savoring the feel of you against them as he pulled you closer and closer. The lights around the room danced off the two of you like a thousand tiny spotlights, showcasing his brightness and his joy.

“You make me feel like the sun,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours as he allowed you to catch your breath. “Like I’m worth somethin’ more than the dark.”

Your heart fractured and was put back together again as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “You are, Bucky. You’re worth so much more than the dark, always have been.” His hands moved down to the back of your neck, one gloved and one cold, as he leaned back to look you in the eye.

The stars were one of Bucky’s clearest memories from his time with Hydra; they were a small reprieve from the constant darkness they imposed upon him. But as he looked into your eyes—the projector reflecting specs of brilliance within them—Bucky knew he would have to relearn how to love the stars. Looking at them through your eyes just made them so much brighter.

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mickey-henry · 4 years ago

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happy headcannon wednesday!!! how about one about protective bucky (bc it’s one of my fav tropes ugh)? maybe you’re in danger on a mission or something? i can’t wait to see what you come up with!!! 💖

hi lindsey! this is such a fun idea! also, I'm definitely double-dipping and using this headcanon as my entry for @thefanbasewhore's 2k writing challenge celebration!

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

bickering is commonplace between you and bucky barnes; the two of you never see eye to eye. ever since you joined the avengers, the ex-assassin has had it out for you.

he constantly critiques your technique and skill set on the field, gives zero praise during training, and irritates the living hell out of you.

of course, he's unhappy with you again—your argument carries down the hall, stopping everyone from crossing your path. you've barely stepped into the avengers tower before bucky grabs your arm and seethes, "how could you be stupid?"

you scoff, ripping your arm from his grip. "how could you give such dumb orders?"

"you could've gotten yourself killed!" he exclaims, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"but, I didn't! yes, I could've gotten hurt, but I saved so many more people doing what I felt was the right move!"

"why can't you ever just listen to me?" he sighs, utterly exacerbated by you.

"why would I listen to someone who's an asshole to me all the time? you could try and be nice every once in a while, bucky," you yell, unashamed that your words can be heard by anyone walking by. you cannot fathom why he's like this with you and only you.

"it's better this way."

a dry laugh escapes your lips. "what the hell does that mean? better than what?"

"it doesn't matter!" he insists.

"'it doesn't matter,' my ass. you are infuriating!" you're ready to scream at this point. "god, what's your problem with me? what did I ever do to you? I've had enough of this conversation. I'm so sick of your shit—"

he grabs your arm to stop you. you're seething with anger, but your expression softens when you see the anguish in his eyes.

"my problem with you?" he scoffs, stepping forward. you're mere inches apart. "where do I even start? you do your own thing, you never listen to me, and your antics never leave my fucking brain."

you step closer to him; you can feel his breath tickling your cheeks. "I fucking hate you, bucky barnes," you hiss.

"the feeling's mutual, sweetheart. wanna do us a favor and shut up for once?"

"make me."

before you know it, bucky's lips crash into yours, hungry and desperate, as his body traps you against the wall. the whimper that escapes your lips surprises you; you're kissing him back and hard.

"finally, that pretty little mouth of yours is being put to good use," he says breathlessly once he pulls back. your heart is racing out of your chest; you cannot believe this is happening.

everything finally makes sense. it wasn’t actual animosity between you two; it was concern. bucky barnes is fiercely protective of those he loves, and sometimes, he’s not very good at showing it. but with the huge grin plastered on his face after your shared kiss, you’re confident he’ll show love in new and better ways now.

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atlaese · 4 years ago

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loving dawn as certainty of sunrise - b.b.

summary: Bucky plays the Winter Soldier, Sam is Smiling Tiger and Zemo, the lucky bastard, plays himself. That leaves you to be the arm candy to the baron, much to Bucky's dismay. pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader tw: fake dating with zemo, mutual pining, fluff, jealousy, alcohol, cursing, canon violence, fatws ep 3 spoilers, kinda bodyguard AU, happy ending :) words: 5K a/n: hi lovies!! This is my entry for @thefanbasewhore 2k writing challenge!! congratulations on the milestone babe!!! Im so happy for you 💗🥺 the dress in the middle is a creation of one of my fav designers, Iris van Herpen. the title came from this poem by david rokeah, called zealots of yearning. p.s. the gold in bucky's arm reminds me of the japanese 'kintsukuroi'; a way to fix objects by putting gold between the broken parts. beautiful, honestly and i alluded to it a little :)

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“I don’t like anything about his plan, especially not the part where you’re arm candy to a goddamn criminal.”

Bucky’s voice came from behind you, his eyes following your every move in the mirror you were facing, getting ready for the undercover mission in a bar in Madripoor.

Getting ready on a private jet was definitely a first, especially with the outfits Zemo had picked for you. Being a baron, Zemo had picked out an expensive designer dress, with cut-outs strategically placed over the midriff section, showing just the right amount of skin for a night out in one of the many bars in Madripoor. It had long beautiful sleeves and the colours meshed perfectly together on your skin. For a criminal that had killed way too many people, he did have good taste.

“I’ll be fine, Bucky, I’m more worried about you,” you replied, finishing off the mascara before turning towards Bucky. His eyes scanned your body from your legs to the parts of skin that were showing, ending up at your face, lingering on your lips for a second before snapping up to the dark make-up around your eyes.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, trying to shake the vision of you wrapped around him in a busy club as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s different, Bucky, we both know it.”

In Zemo’s ideal plan everyone would be undercover, playing a certain part in this stupid quest for the Super Soldier Serum, if it even was in Madripoor at all. In this little act, Sam was the Smiling Tiger, a gangster that often frequented Madripoor with a very particular taste in clothes.

Bucky on the other hand, had to play his own archnemesis, the Winter Soldier. After all those years of suffering, Zemo could just so easily mess up the whole situation by forcing Bucky’s hand.

That left you. Even though Bucky and you were threading the fine line between friendship and something more, the Winter Soldier did not have a significant other. The Smiling Tiger was a figure notorious for sleeping around with anyone that looked a certain way at him. That left the Sokovian baron and you. Zemo was a little too happy to propose that you would play his significant other in the club - the fact that it annoyed the living shit out of Bucky was just an added bonus for him.

The plan wasn’t water tight to your standards, far from actually, but everything had been decided on in no time, leaving no time to map out escape routes or make plan B and C’s.

“I’ll be fine, pickle. I just have to bite my tongue for one night,” Bucky sighed, his vibranium hand rubbing over the leather jacket he was wearing. Zemo had provided him with a kind of replica of his Winter Soldier days, dark leather jacket with his vibranium arm on show, a strappy harness around his broad frame for a possible weapon, a few knives hidden without a doubt.

“I honestly don’t believe that, Bucky,” you said, worry clear in your voice as you scanned his face for any doubts he could have. It was a risky plan. So much could go wrong in so little time and Zemo being the mastermind behind this plan worried you even more.

“Pickle,” he sighed, the pet name rolling off his tongue with so much ease that it felt natural. His vibranium hand landed on one of your forearms and he lightly tapped with his fingers in a beat, trying to get you to look up at him.

“I’ll be alright,” he said, looking between your eyes to emphasize his feelings, “and besides, if anything goes wrong, I’ve got you there.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move as Bucky let his hand slide down to entwine your fingers loosely together, only watched as the flesh colour of your skin meshed with the black and gold of his hand. It was a collision between fixed and intact, the golden streaks signifying that even though it had been broken once, he came out much stronger than before.

“I don’t think an assassin can handle the Winter Soldier, but thanks for your confidence.”

Bucky just squeezed your hand, trying to convey that he did have confidence in you. You had always been able to pull him out of episodes, when his nightmares got to him and you had his back when the topic of his pardon was back on the table. You’d defend Bucky until your last breath.

Someone rapped their knuckles against the small wooden door that led back to the main part of the plane, and Sam stuck his head out when he opened the door a bit, “we’re landing in 15, might wanna buckle up.”

His eyes zeroed in on your interwoven digits for a second, a small smile on his face before he pulled his head back and closed the door, leaving you and Bucky in silence once more.

For a small moment, just one second, when you heard the rap on the door, you wanted to let go of Bucky’s hand, avoid the inevitable conversation with Sam about the little dance around the truth you and Bucky were having - it was more of a slow, to be honest.

You were glad you didn’t, his hand encompassed yours in a way that just made everything click between the two of you as if Bucky was made to be with you, just as you were made to be with him.

It hadn’t reached that point yet, though. The touches were still fleeting, kisses were still inches away from your lips and every evening Bucky dutifully went back to his room, leaving you cold and disoriented in his wake.

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The clicking of heels mixed together with the sound of heavy boots was suppressed by the revving of expensive cars in the neon-lighted streets of Madripoor as you got closer to the club where Selby was supposed to be.

Zemo had a gloved hand wrapped around yours as you stretched out your legs, trying your best to avoid tripping on the ends of the delicate dress he had provided you with. He held your hand just a little too tight, a little too possessive, not the way Bucky did. Bucky’s thumb always caressed the back of your hand. Zemo just held yours in an emotionless grip and it made you wish Bucky was the one holding your hand.

Sam and Bucky were walking behind the two of you, closely following on your heels like a true bodyguard would. In this instance he wasn’t a bodyguard, Sam wasn’t some shady businessman and you and Zemo sure as hell weren’t a couple.

“I don’t think the Winter Soldier has a murderous look on his face when he’s looking at his boss, Buck,” Sam commented as he watched Bucky’s eyes flit between your entwined hands and the back of Zemo’s head.

Inside his mind he was slowly losing it. Your delicate fingers were entwined with his grubby, disgusting hands, tainting your skin, marking it almost as his. Zemo knew what he was doing to Bucky, he had seen the fleeting touches and soft looks between the two of you. The bastard revelled in the fact that Bucky couldn’t do anything about it.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a nick in his jaw as Zemo stopped in front of the bar and held out his hand for you - making you do a twirl to show off the dress and show you off in front of all the people waiting to get in.

The fact that you played the part of the gorgeous girlfriend so well didn’t help one bit. Your teeth were on display as you threw a laugh Zemo’s way when he was boasting about you to the bouncer and the dress was flowing around your frame, leaving little to the imagination.

Bucky was really trying his best to have a blank, emotionless look on his face, but when Zemo wrapped his arm around your waist, he had to lock his jaw and grit his teeth. His fists were clenched too, the whirring of his vibranium hand lowly buzzing in his and Sam’s ears.

“Cut it out, man,” Sam said under his breath, before stepping up to where the bouncer had opened the cord to let all of you in.

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down to not mess up this mission that was way too important to lose it over a little acting on your part.

Bucky followed suit into the dark nightclub, music booming in his ears as the neon lights made pretty patterns on your exposed skin. The crowd immediately dimmed down a bit, not expecting the Winter Soldier to just walk behind his master as a pet dog that had no agency of its own.

Zemo uttered some Russian activation words, trying to intimidate the crowd as he pulled you forward, almost making you trip as someone bumped into you. You lightly cursed, but plastered a love sick smile on your face either way, all the gun power that was present in the club making you slightly nervous.

Bucky wanted to reach out his arms to steady you in this stupid nightclub that was already working on his nerves. The small look of panic that flashed on your face wasn’t noticed by anyone in the club, but the way your eyebrows scrunched together made it clear to him that you were worried someone had. Bucky couldn’t do anything though. The Winter Soldier didn’t act if his handler didn’t ask him to.

Zemo finally reached the bar, multiple people still staring with wide eyes at Zemo and you as Bucky stepped up behind you, his right arm lightly skimming your back and you sharply inhaled a breath, not expecting the light touch of his soft fingertips.

Zemo said something to the bartender, but the conversation flowed around you as you watched Bucky, eyes silently asking if everything was still okay.

Bucky remained stoic as he leaned against the bar, but he looked at you in such an intense way that it made your cheeks burn under the neon lights, the room feeling stuffy all of a sudden. One of his brows raised just a tad, asking you the same question in a completely silent way.

A small smile made its way on your face, but it was quickly wiped off as Zemo’s arm snaked around your waist once again, raising your attention to the bartender who had put a red drink in front of you.

“It’s on the house for the lady,” the guy said, watching intently to check if you’d actually take his offer.

The first mistake you made was hesitating just a little too long to accept the drink, as the bartender just watched you with calculating eyes. The second mistake is that instead of looking up at your supposed lover for confirmation, you looked the other way. Bucky’s way.

Bucky tried to ignore the helpless look in your eyes. He really tried. This drink could easily be some sort of trap, some sort of ploy to see through the little facade you had built up so easily.

So he did what he did best and he ignored the tight feeling in his chest and ignored your call for help. Instead he looked around the club and scanned everyone’s faces like a true bodyguard would, daring anyone to come closer.

When Bucky looked away, you swallowed harshly in response, reminded of why you were there and you grabbed the small shot glass between your fingers, quickly downing the bitter liquid that stuck to your throat in an unpleasant way. Whatever the hell this drink was supposed to be, it wasn’t something you were keen on to try again - ever.

The bartender nodded in affirmation, apparently buying your little act, even after messing up big time and he moved over to Sam, another round to test your intentions.

Sam’s acting wasn’t the best, even worse after seeing the snake being cut open and put into another shot glass. Even he hesitated a few times as well, but he finally downed the putrid drink and put his thumb up.

The bartender was less inclined to believe his story this time round, but your attention quickly shifted to another man who challenged Zemo, a threatening aura around him as he urged you to leave the club.

Zemo didn’t give in though, his eyes moving towards the deadly assassin next to you and the men left just as quickly as he came.

“A power broker, really,” Bucky muttered, a bored look on his face as you tried to contain the laugh that wanted to escape you. Bucky really knew how to make a tense situation just a bit lighter, even if he was just being himself.

“Every kingdom needs its king,” Zemo sighed, his hand coming up to rest your forearm, “let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?”

“Only by reputation,” Zemo shook his head at Sam, his grip tightening on your forearm as he watched more men come up to him, “in Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner.”

Bucky didn’t notice the men at first. He was too busy shooting daggers at Zemo for the harsh grip he had on your arm. But once Zemo said those damn Russian words, he shook himself free of the jealous green feeling that was swerving in his stomach and he grabbed the man’s arm that was now on Zemo’s shoulder.

Bucky looked back at Zemo for confirmation, but his azure eyes quickly flitted towards your worried ones to confirm everything was okay on his part. That he was okay with acting out his violent persona that had taken him so long to get rid of.

The slight nod in your head was the okay for Bucky to proceed with hurting the man, even though Zemo had ordered him to do it. Bucky efficiently made the guy’s arm crack, and he looked around the room, daring for anyone to fight him.

Another man ran up, his fist ready to attack, but Bucky was too strong for him, kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying through the room. The small knife that was hidden along the side of your bra was itching for you to take it out and help Bucky defeat these mad men. The whole plan was crazy, totally bonkers and you regretted dragging Bucky into this mess, as it was just supposed to be you and Sam.

From all the men that tried to take on Bucky, not one was even close to defeating him.

Zemo said something to Sam, but you were so focussed on the fluid way Bucky was moving through the bar, dodging attacks left and right that you didn’t even try to understand what they were saying.

The short skirmish ended with Bucky closing his vibranium hand around a man’s throat who was now laying on the bar, just next to where you were standing with bated breath.

Heavy breaths left Bucky’s nose as he stared in front of him, and Sam’s hand came up to stop him from choking the man to death.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo warned Sam, then looking over to you as you tried your best to contain the emotions on your face. Seeing Bucky back in action as the Winter Soldier was hard after all what you had been through together.

Bucky slowly uncurled his hand from the man's throat at Zemo’s command, ignoring Sam’s worried question if he was alright. He just looked straight ahead, as the bartender gave you the go-ahead to finally see Selby.

Zemo left without a look to spare at you, completely disregarding the plan and Sam followed suit to get out of this adrenaline filled bar.

Bucky noticed the hesitation in your movements and he pressed a hand against the back of your waist to hurry you on, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to not blow the cover that was just unravelling as fast as you could think.

The sheer fabric of the dress did nothing against the cold feeling of Bucky’s hand, snapping you out of your thoughts about why Zemo decided to not play his part anymore.

“Move along, pickle,” he whispered under his breath, his lips barely moving as he pressed a little more urgently against your back.

Just when you reached back to touch his hand with yours, to feel the steely plates of his hand under the skin of your fingertips, he pulled back as if the skin on your back was scalding hot.

It hurt for some reason. You knew that these stolen looks and forbidden touches could be lethal, but still the way he instantly retracted his digits made it feel like he never wanted to touch you in the first place.

Quickly catching up to Zemo and Sam, you sped past Sam to be right behind Zemo who stretched out his hand when he noticed you coming up behind him, apparently reminded that he still had a role to play.

* * *

Selby was sitting comfortably on a couch, men with big guns surrounding her as she smirked at the lot of you.

Her accent flowed through the room as Zemo sat down on the couch, Sam and Bucky each stood on another side and you sat down next to Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning a little into Zemo.

Zemo wasn’t one for small talk and he stood back up again, circled around Bucky and pulled Bucky’s chin between his gloved fingers, taunting Bucky and showing him off to Selby. Bucky wasn’t the only one that had a dark look on his face. Zemo really was going too far with this plan, willing to sacrifice the safety of Bucky for the serum. It was going against everything you believed in. Against the fact that you would always keep Bucky safe.

The small smirk on Selby’s face was more than enough for Zemo to realize she was willing to give up some information in return for the Winter Soldier as her personal lap dog.

“I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately,” she tilted her head. “But now tell me, baron, why is your girl seeing red when you’re talking about giving your muscle away?” Selby mused, a dangerous twinkle in her eye as she looked at your face, trying to get a rise out of you.

Zemo was about to open his mouth to say something, but you quickly interrupted him.

“He’s the best bodyguard anyone can imagine, of course, I don’t understand why my love doesn’t want the best protection for me.”

The word love associated with Zemo felt like bile in your mouth, but this mission was already on thin ice and you needed to make sure Selby trusted you - enough to give all the information she had about the serum.

But Selby was a dangerous figure, she didn’t trust people easily and that’s why you slowly sizzled up next to Zemo and pressed a quick kiss against his lips whilst your hand softly caressed his stubbly cheek.

It was awkward and neither you nor Zemo expected it to happen, but it made Selby more relaxed and she backed off when she saw the small smile on Zemo’s face when you pulled back.

In that moment, when Selby moved on to taunt Zemo some more, the only thing Bucky could do was watch in defeat as you pressed your soft lips against one of the people he hated the most.

In his rational mind it all made sense, you had to make sure the mission would succeed, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Selby however, was happy and shared the information about a certain dr. Nagel who had recreated the serum.

But of course, what was a mission without one piece of the puzzle not fitting right? Sam’s phone went off, loud, and Selby forced him to put it on speaker.

Granted, Sam tried his best, trying to act all tough, but just as his little scheme would succeed, Sarah said Sam’s real name and everything went to shit.

A shot was fired, instantly killing Selby, which also mobilized the armed men to shoot into action.

Bucky knocked out a few men, his vibranium arm the perfect weapon to take people out and Sam took on a guy barehanded, fighting his way towards the exit.

The small knife hidden next to your bra finally had its moment to shine as you launched it at a man, straight into his shoulder and he fell down.

The others were quickly taken down, and the four of you started running out of the building into the dark streets of Madripoor.

Once shots were fired in the streets, the group was split into two as you, Bucky and Sam started running for your life.

“Fuck! This dress is too long,” you exclaimed, hunching up the delicate ends of the dress and trying to run in the stiletto’s that were now digging in your heels. You prayed that your ankles would survive this little run on the streets of Madripoor.

It took only a second for Bucky to pull out a knife and he quickly slit off the long parts that you were holding, turning the maxi dress into a cocktail dress in an instant.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam now yelled, awkwardly catching up to you and Bucky.

“Can’t do anything ‘bout that Sammy,” you breathed out heavily, coming up to a dead end, multiple bikes hot on your heels.

This was probably the end. Your head was worth a thousand bitcoins by now, making every criminal in Madripoor on high alert for a gang of four murderers. You silently wondered what would happen to you now, where they would take you and what would happen to Bucky.

Multiple shots were launched from a window two stories above and the bikers fell down to the streets as Zemo said something along the lines of having a ‘guardian angel’.

When the hooded figure finally pulled their hood down, their face illuminated under the neon lights, you let out a shaky sigh of relief.

“Sharon,” you breathed, happy to see a face you know in this ridiculous city that wanted you dead.

* * *

“Thank you, Shar, for the clothes,” you said, fresh new clothes on after a shower at Sharon’s place. The once beautiful dress was hanging over a chair in the corner of the room, the ends ragged and uneven after Bucky quickly cut it off during the chase.

“Of course, I bet that dress looked beautiful though, but this is way better for my party,” Sharon let her finger slide over your exposed collarbone, the black low-cut top fitting perfectly in the black pants she seemingly had 50 pairs of.

You went to sit close next to Bucky on the mustard couch, his hand coming up to rest on your thigh as he and Sharon kept bickering.

“Wow, she’s kind of awful now,” he scoffed and you tapped his hand, warning him that Sharon was a friend and not a foe in this situation.

Eventually Sharon left to go attend her party, “try to stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble,” Zemo raised his brow, giving you and Bucky a mischievous look, “if only you guys didn’t mess up we wouldn’t have to do this.”

That was the final straw for you. After Zemo had quite literally forced the different roles onto the three of you, ignoring his own part for a hot minute and now this? It was too much.

You shot up faster than anyone in the room could react and closed in on Zemo quickly, getting right up in his personal space as you bent down a bit to face him head on.

“Don’t you even dare to pin this on us, you twisted fuck,” you seethed, the only thing you saw was his face, the rest of the room was blurry, “If it weren’t for your quite frankly ridiculous plan, we never would have been in this situation anyway.”

Your pointer finger was now pressing against his chest, your eyes shooting daggers as Zemo just stared back at you, not expecting you of all people to go off. Your once soft and mysterious persona had warped into one where harsh words left your mouth, revealing just how you felt about the criminal that was sitting in front of you.

“Having me as your little love sick puppy was okay, but dressing Sam up as the Smiling Tiger and making Bucky relive his Winter Soldier days crossed the line, Zemo.”

“I just did what I had to do to help you,” he shrugged, his lips pulled down in a frown, “without me, you were still stuck without any leads.”

“Fuck you Zemo, you disgust me,” you spat out, the angry feeling that had a hold on your stomach coming to a high as you tried not to lose yourself in it.

After a final threatening look at Zemo, you stormed off towards Sharon’s bedroom, seeking refuge away from the disgusting man that had no problems with committing multiple crimes to get whatever he wanted.

It didn’t take Bucky long to follow you, his knuckles gently rapping on the dark hardwood door, “pickle, it’s me.”

A small click could be heard as you turned over the lock, but Bucky had to push open the door himself after you made no effort to open the door.

You were sitting on the windowsill, your back pressed against the wall as you were watching the cars pass by on the street in High-Town.

Bucky came to sit next to you on the windowsill, facing you as you kept staring down at the streets, the lighting making beautiful reflections in the small rain puddles that were forming.

“Pickle, you didn’t have to-”, he started, both his hands itching to touch you as you were curled into yourself, shutting the world and him out.

“Please, look at me,” he pleaded silently, his hand coming up to softly grip your chin and turn your face towards him.

When your sight finally aligned with his, he saw the toll this whole mission had taken on you so far. It had been a whole whirlwind, starting in the States to Czech Republic to Madripoor. Then this small mission which had been totally derailed because of a few mistakes, to be saved by Sharon in the end.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes pleading for forgiveness, “you deserve better than this. Better than me.”

“No- no pickle what are you saying,” his voice dropped a few bars as his face came a bit closer to yours.

“If it wasn’t for me asking you to come on this mission, Zemo never would’ve made you act in his stupid charade as him.”

“I hate Zemo,” you added, a small pout on your face as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“Tell me about it,” he now grinned, “it was… hard for me too, to see you- with him.”

“In that way, I meant,” he added as he saw your confused look.

It quickly changed though, it went from confusion to knowing in mere seconds as you turned a bit, facing him fully as you grabbed both his hands in yours.

“It was hard for me to act that way, too.”

It was the first time in months that neither of you were carefully threading around the subject of what you were - what you could be.

“I’m sorry about the kiss,” you rubbed your thumb over the hard metal plates of his hand, trying to convey how sorry you felt.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, lifting your hands to place a gentle kiss against the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You did whatever was necessary to save the mission.”

“I did wish it were someone else’s lips, though,” you softly said as you slowly intertwined your fingers again. It still felt new, unusual even though your fingers had been laced with his for what felt like a million times, too.

“I did too.”

Those words confirmed what both of you already knew deep inside. But to hear them out loud, uttered by the person you trusted most, the person those words were about, made everything set in stone. It felt like Bucky and you had found each other again, after searching for each other in a different life, time and time again.

You didn’t waste any time and leaned forward, softly pressing your lips against his.

It was strange to finally be in this moment, to have his lips slated against yours. It reminded you of the summer vacations, the moments where everything was just alright, the feeling of how it was to be free without any worries weighing you down.

It was Bucky. It always had been him and it will always be him.

His lips rolled against yours, asking permission to take it a step further - which you gladly accepted. His right hand disentangled from yours and came up to cup your jaw, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek as you lost yourself in his kiss, his scent, his everything.

When you started to smile, he couldn’t resist smiling too and he pulled back to see your face in all its smiling glory, wrinkles around your eyes and your mouth, glassy eyes because the puzzle piece that was Bucky finally fit right into your life.

You never looked more beautiful to him.

The moment was broken as someone knocked on the door, Sam’s voice sounding muffled as he reminded you of the party that was going on downstairs.

“Guess we’ll have to postpone our little moment for another mission,” Bucky softly grinned, his teeth on display as he quickly pressed a kiss against your temple.

“As long as I can hold your hand, I’ll be alright.”

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asgardwinter · 4 years ago

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I Told You So

summary | The Howling Commandos went through so many obstacles to get to the stadium tour. So did you and your best friend, but you’d do it all again if needed.

pairing | rockstar!Bucky x fem!Reader

trope and prompt | friends to lovers (character A and B have been inseparable from the day they've become friends, what happens when character A suddenly realizes they love character B?) and prompt 23 (marry me?).

warnings | angst, fluff and the happy ending we all need (soft rockstar!Bucky is a whole warning himself, I wanna marry him)

word count | 2,2k

author’s note | this is my entry for @thefanbasewhore ’s 2k challenge (first time in a writing challenge, hope I don’t mess it up). Congrats on your milestone, Sky 💕💕!! Also, slightly inspired by Sk8ter Boi 🙃

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“Take care, you know I love you.” Bucky said to you as he drove away slowly, waving at you.

Your heart did something that was in the middle of a happy loop and a sad squeeze.

“I wouldn’t get in trouble every week if it wasn’t for you!” You shouted back in time to hear his loud laugh as he disappeared on the street.

Going up the stairs to get to your dorm room, your head started drowning in the mess you were used to these days. Every time he said those three words - that were pretty common between the both of you - you got in that place where you wanted to cry and smile at the same time. That wasn’t a good sign.

To realize that your feelings towards Bucky became romantic and not only pure friendship was an easy task. But what should you do after the realization?

There was no way you’d do anything to mess up your friendship. And with the band finally starting to get somewhere, you couldn’t be a good manager having your heart broken by the drummer who also happens to be your best friend. Steve would be pissed and with a reason.

In the end you should’ve seen this coming, Natasha would say “I told you so” with that older sister's look.

Well, she did tell you so.

…

After your realization it wasn’t long until Bucky decided to put an end to his fuckboy days. How lucky you were.

Seeing him with a different girl every time was no problem when you were still above all them. It might be a selfish thought but you tried to ignore the little angel in your shoulder telling you that.

Until one day he showed up with Dolores - or Dot as she insisted you to call her. She stayed for a week by his side and you didn’t notice anything different. Then it was a month and they were dating.

Officially dating. Bucky doesn’t date, or he changed that little thing for her.

The good student with a brilliant future and the boy with the dream of being a rockstar. What a damn cliche and it seemed to be working just fine.

She was completely different from all of you but still managed to be a good company. And you were the only one to blame for your heartbreak, you were too late. Couldn't be mad at Bucky for finding happiness without you, couldn’t be angry with Dolores because she was really nice.

All you could do was hide the sadness behind a happy face and say to him that you were happy he found someone.

Because, in the end, you really were happy to see his bright and passionate smile.

…

“Guess who is the best manager you guys could ever want?” You ran down the stairs that took you to the basement with the biggest smile on display.

Tripping over a loose board on the stairs you would’ve kissed the floor if it wasn’t for your best friend’s assistance. Bucky held you against his chest to support you and you could say anyone in the room could feel the heat radiating from you.

“How come you always forget about the little problem with the stairs?” He asked jokingly.

You cleared your throat before talking again. “I only do this when I’m excited. And you all would already know why I’m like this already if Barnes would just fix the fucking stairs.”

“Alright, start talking, manager. Or do you think we pay you to joke with Bucky’s laziness? I can do this myself.” Sam said, holding a laugh as you faked a surprised look.

“Oh, this is good news. Now I’m getting paid to solve everything out for you?”

“Please, just say what you were going to say!” Steve complained.

“You guys will open a big show tomorrow evening!” The three of them continued to look at you without words. “I was waiting for a better reaction, but okay.”

“How big are we talking about?” Sam asked carefully.

“Life changing big.” You explained. “This might be the chance.”

The room stayed in silence for some more minutes until the information settled into everyone. Steve was the first to speak.

“So what are we waiting for? We need to go over some songs and make sure everything is perfect. Where’s Nat by the way?” He asked you.

“She’s on her way, I already told her.” You explained.

“Hey! I’m feeling betrayed.” Bucky pouted.

“Sorry, Buck. Nat is also my assistant, didn’t you know?” You joked and he shook his shoulders turning to Steve and Sam.

“So let’s get to this. We have to be perfect tomorrow.” Bucky warned everyone. “This will be an awesome surprise for my six month aniversary.”

That statement smashed your heart a bit more, making you turn away from the guys that were just about to start. You walked towards the stair that’d led you out of the basement trying to hide your hurt face. Realizing that they were six months together and you weren’t even near getting over Bucky really did an extra damage. Going out of that small space was now the only thought in your head.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky called you from his seat at the drumms. “Not going to stay to give moral support? You always do.”

Everyone now looked at you and you decided to put to use your awful acting skills.

“I’d love to, but I still have some minor things to figure out before tomorrow. You guys have no idea how many favors I had to charge and offer to get this.” You forced a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. It wasn’t an actual lie, you almost sold your soul to get that job. But if you wanted you could’ve stayed to watch them as you used to.

You almost celebrated when no one tried to complain or ask you if you were okay. Because you weren’t even near it. Almost getting out of the house without a breakdown made you feel stronger, if it wasn’t from bumping on Natasha everything would be good.

Your night went that way, crying in your friend's warm embrace in front of your love’s house and knowing you couldn’t just go home and sleep the sadness away. It was still better than breaking down locked inside your car.

And Nat didn't say “I told you so” that night.

…

The following day was when everything blew up.

On the backstage you were pacing around making sure everything was ready and there were no misunderstandings. You wished you could be there with your friends and not losing your mind with the checklist.

The whole manager thing started as a joke because you were - and still are - the only one of the friend group with no musical talent. You never thought it would become reality but you could see this working out. The extra stress and excitement should be a first time thing.

Last time you verified, Sam and Natasha were sitting in silence while Steve was pacing around the room almost making everyone dizzy. You could see Natasha telling him to sit down for god's sake. But Bucky was nowhere to be seen. Steve told you he was getting here in a few minutes but you were still worried sick, they alway got there together. The only explanation that wasn’t even close to relieving you was Sam’s comment you overheard. “Miss Perfect wasn’t even near what we thought.”

You knew who ‘Miss Perfect’ was but you were afraid to make sense of Sam’s comment.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder you almost jumped because of the tension you were in.

“He’s here. He needs you.” Those were Natasha’s only words before guiding you to the room designated to the band.

Opening the door you entered looking for your best friend, the fact that it was empty only added to the fear. The situation was really serious if they all left you two alone minutes from the show. You spotted him sitting on the couch, looking to the wall with a reddened face and teary eyes.

“What happened, Buck?” You said startling him.

Bucky looked at your direction with almost no expression if it wasn’t from the remnants of sadness you already noticed.

“She thinks I’m not good enough.” He told you in a lower voice. “She said we're too… too different, that she can’t be with someone like me. We’ll never work.”

Now you truly understood Sam’s words. Smashing your friend's heart like that, there was no way you’d let it be. You walked in his direction and kneeled in front of him, Bucky’s face was resting on your hands that caressed his cheeks.

“This is the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” You started in a soft but determined tone. “You can’t believe her, Buck. You're James Barnes, the best person I know in this world.” He started to open his mouth to say something but you didn't give him the chance. “That’s a fact. Not open to discussion.”

The blush in his face was different than the red from crying on the ride to get there on time. But you didn’t stop there.

“You’re going there to do what you do best and have fun as always. Don’t let her take this from you, this is the opportunity you dreamed about! Can’t leave your two fanclubs waiting…” He laughed a bit and the sound made your heart jump in excitement. “Just go there and have fun, forget about her lying words. I’ll be here when you get back if you want to break down. We can do anything you want.”

“You’re right, doll.” Bucky kissed your forehead and got up going to the bathroom to make himself presentable. “ I need to do this for us and…”

“Hey! Not for us only, for you. You’re going on a huge tour some day, remember? And also pack me in your suitcase.”

His smile, even if it was small compared to the usual, was comforting. Bucky started looking around for his drumsticks and spotted them at your hand, pulling them out of your grip and leaning at the threshold.

“What would I do without you?” He asked, already waiting for a quick answer that you couldn’t deliver.

“Go talk to Steve before he freaks out.” You said with a smile seeing him disappear in the hall.

Soon, Nat appeared where Bucky was only seconds ago. When your eyes met, she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s what I call risk management.” You joked.

“I’d say it’s love.” She said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I’ll go with your theory.” You knew better than to deny.

“I told you so.”

…

Five years later…

You were wrong when you thought that the job would get easier with practice. The same excitement you felt on that first big show you felt now in the second tour of The Howling Commandos. The stress of having everything figured out faded a bit when there was a chance to afford a real secretary and an actual staff.

There was no way you’d trade your life for anything different.

When the last chord was played, the drums stopped and the audience was screaming to the point you couldn’t hear anything else, the band went to the front of the stage to thank them.

As soon as they were off stage you jumped in Bucky’s embrace and slammed your lips on his. There was no way you would even realize that both of you were on the big screen with all those eyes watching you.

“Marry me?” He asked against your lips.

You loosened the grip on him, looking shocked and trying to make sense of his words. “Wait, what?”

Bucky got on his knees and grabbed a small velvet box out of nowhere. He was laughing at your confused expression but it was obvious how nervous he was.

“It took me more time than you to realize that the love of my life was by my side since I was a kid. But thanks to many signs” You could hear Steve and Sam fake coughing behind you and you laughed “I finally noticed, and loving you has been the greatest gift of my life. So will you marry me?” He said in an unsure tone. “Will you make me yours forever? Will…?”

You dropped on your knees too and kissed him as an answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bucky smirked but you could only nod and smile in response. Maybe even a small tear managed to escape. “I’m a bit mad you cutted a small part of my proposal, doll.”

“You can go back to that later.” You whispered against his mouth with a wide smile. “I’m too happy to let you talk.”

And before you could say anything more he kissed you passionately, one hand caressing the back of your neck and the other with a firm grip to your waist pulling your chest against his. Making sure you wouldn’t go anywhere else so soon and you had no complaint.

You could spend your whole life in that happy moment.

And Natasha would also say “I told you so” in her wedding speech, that you were certain.

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buckybarnesowl · 4 years ago

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If I Only Had a Heart - Part I of II

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Summary: Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+ reference to trauma, smut (four play, consensual unprotected sex), prosthetic arm kink. Part 1 is angst and fluff only. Part 2 is smut. Minors DNI.

A/n: My first challenge! Congratulations on the 2K @thefanbasewhore! The timeline is canon-divergent, post-Civil War. No Infinity War or End Game here. Tony didn’t destroy Bucky’s arm, so it’s still the original silver cybernetic prosthetic from HYDRA. I altered the love at first sight trope since I couldn’t work in the soulmate AU. Part two will use prompt 25. “Let me help you.”

Part II

“I don’t need this,” Bucky grumbled as he and Steve walked into the elevator.

“Tony’s workshop, please, F.R.I.D.A.Y. And yes you do, Buck.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers. Mr. Stark is expecting you,” the Irish lilt of the A.I. confirmed.

“No I don’t,” Bucky repeated. “I’m fine. It’s fine. No one needs to waste any—”

“Now, I’m going to stop you right there,” Steve stated, turning to his friend with a stern face. “Alleviating your pain is not a waste. You don’t deserve it, Buck. You’ve suffered enough for ten lifetimes over. Tony says Y/N is the best he knows. He really thinks she can fix it,” pausing briefly before adding, “He’s trying, Buck. He wants to forgive y— him. Let him try.”

An audible sigh left Bucky’s lips followed by the dropping of shoulders. He closed his eyes to break his friend’s piercing gaze, running his flesh hand through his long chestnut hair. Steve knew to interpret that as conceit and he squeezed Bucky’s right shoulder—though releasing the hold seconds later as he noted the slight flinch. Even after three months of rehabilitation and living in the compound, Bucky still shied from touch. Even with Steve.

Before either of them could acknowledge Bucky’s discomfort, the elevator doors opened to Tony’s personal lab.

“Boss and Ms Y/L/N are in the test lab. Please follow DUM-E.”

Steve grinned at the awkward robot as it whirred away from them. Bucky emitted a stoic stare and followed begrudgingly. Eighties classic rock was blasting through the speakers of the concrete workshop. Though it was replaced by ambient piano music once the two super soldiers passed through the second set of glass doors.

The white, sterile room was spacious and full of the tech one would expect in a personal lab of Tony Stark. Stainless steel tables, shelves housing tools and equipment, holographic screens displaying graphs and schematics of projects at various phases.

Modern technology was still so overwhelming for Bucky. The last memory he had about anything science or engineering related prior to HYDRA was the Stark Expo the night before he shipped off to war. Before getting captured. Then rescued by Steve. Then captured again. Then rescued by Steve. Again.

Bucky felt his chest tightening at the site of the lab. At the thought of everything he’d missed. Everything that HYDRA took from him. Everything that he had done—

“There they are!” Tony’s voice rang out, breaking Bucky’s thought spiral. “Capsicle and the Manchurian Candidate in the flesh. We almost thought you wouldn’t show. Steve, Bucky, meet Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N this is Steve and Bucky.”

“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, it’s an honour to meet you both,” Y/N said with sincerity, a star-struck twinkle in her eyes for the two war heroes that stood before her. Wiping her palms on her lab coat, she extended her hand to Steve and Bucky.

“Please, call me Steve,” the Avenger said kindly as he shook Y/N’s hand first. “Tony sung high praise of your work. It’s not often he’ll admit defeat, so I was surprised when he told me he’d brought in help for ol’ Buck here.”

Bucky grunted, but extended his flesh hand to Y/N’s. He may be an ex-assassin, but he’d recovered the manners his ma had instilled in him all those decades ago—James Buchanan Barnes would never leave a beautiful woman hanging. And boy, was Y/N beautiful.

“Just Bucky is fine. ‘S nice to meet you too, Y/N,” he forced out, attempting to coax a smile from his tight lips.

“Ok, now that’s out of the way, let’s get to fixing that arm,” Tony pressed.

“I don’t think it’s nec—” but Bucky’s quiet mumbling was immediately cut off by Y/N’s oblivious enthusiasm.

“I’m so excited to show you the plans! If you look at the the mock-up Mr. Stark had originally—”

“Y/N, it’s Tony. You and Peter are going to be the death of me,” the billionaire groaned with a smile.

“Right, sorry, Tony,” Y/N corrected herself as heat flooded her cheeks. “So as I was saying, if you see these points here on Tony’s mock-up, the problem was with the electronic communication between the artificial nervous system and the contact fusing at your shoulder…”

Maybe it was the soothing piano music still playing. Maybe it was the softness in her voice, blanketing the sounds of the lab’s tech like snow muffles the sounds of a city. Maybe it was the warmth of her eyes, like the light at dusk casting everything in a golden shroud. Whatever the reason, Bucky found all the tension easing from his body as Y/N walked them through Tony’s roadblocks and how she removed them.

“...so I think if we just make some adjustments to the automation and how it synchs to the neural networks here, here, and here, that should eliminate the shocks at the connection plates and in turn prevent further nerve pain.”

“I told you she was the best I got. So what do you think, Barnes?” Tony asked proudly.

Then everyone turned to the former Winter Soldier with bated breath.

“O-, o-kay. I’ll try it,” Bucky replied quietly, surprising himself by the speed at which he succumbed to her proposal.

“Yeah? Really?” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in shock, joined by Tony and Steve’s.

The two Avengers had warned her that Bucky would likely resist her efforts. Steve in particular had explained the delicacy of the situation, with only enough detail to not throw Y/N in blind. But she had already read about Bucky’s past well before Steve and Tony approached her. She could fill in the blanks.

Sergeant Barnes was her first crush after learning about him and the Howling Commandos in History class during junior high. Decades later, she felt nothing but compassion for the unimaginable suffering he had been put through when she'd read the documents Natasha Romanoff had released to the government. Then after learning he was in constant physical pain on top of it all and there might be a way she could fix it? Well, it became her personal goal and mission to solve what Tony insisted he couldn’t.

Y/N was the daughter of an old fling-turned-friend of Tony’s from his MIT days. Decades later Tony met Y/N at her mother’s funeral and offered her a job in Stark Industries’s R&D department on the spot. “If you’re half as brilliant as your mother was, you’ll be running the labs within a year,” he’d stated confidently. It took six months of Tony having Pepper send flowers attached to job offers for Y/N to finally accept. It took just three months more before Tony started bringing Y/N up to his personal workshop whenever he was stuck on something.

Around that time Steve had come to Tony asking for help with fixing Bucky’s arm—he’d finished his rehabilitation and been mentally cleared by S.H.I.E.L.D.’s medical team. Steve had hoped it might also ease the tension between the two men following what the media had dubbed a “civil war” amongst the Avengers. Maybe Bucky could learn that deep down Tony just wanted to protect his team, and Tony could learn that the Winter Soldier and James Buchanan Barnes were not the same person.

Much to Steve’s surprise, Tony had agreed to help. Though he called Y/N in on the project after only a few days. Whether he’d actually hit a block or it was just too soon, he’d never say. But it didn’t matter because Y/N had solved the issues a week later.

Now standing in front of the super soldier after explaining her plan, Y/N couldn’t believe how easy it had been to convince him. “Well, okay then! We can get started right now if you like, or—”

“No, I’m here now. Let’s get it over with.”

“You sure, pal? You can take some time to think about it. Ask questions,” Steve suggested.

“Yeah, I’m sure. She sounds like she knows what she’s talking about. If you trust her, and Tony trusts her, then I trust her.”

The two avengers and Y/N all shared a look with each other at Bucky’s unexpected reasoning.

“That’s more words than I’ve heard you string together in the past three months, Tin Man. Y/N, you’re magic! Maybe I should start calling you Glinda the Good Witch of the North with the miracles you’re delivering here.” Y/N just grinned as Tony patted her on the back.

“If I’m Glinda, then you’re the Wizard.”

“I’ll save that role for Strange, thank you very much.” Then he turned to Bucky, and a softness flooded his tone, “I really hope this works for you.”

The usually snarky engineer was offering the ex-assassin a genuine smile and Bucky could feel it.

“Thanks, Tony. Really,” Bucky replied, hoping to convey his own sincerity to the man who didn’t have to forgive him for the pain his alter-ego had caused, yet was attempting to regardless.

“Thank you, Tony,” Steve echoed his friend’s sentiments.

“Just looking out for my team. You’re in good hands with Y/N. She’ll have you fixed up in no time, Bucko. Cap, I’ll see you later,” he said, saluting Steve in jest as he exited the lab.

“So, Sergeant—sorry, I mean Bucky. I’ll need you up on this table right here. Are you able to remove the prosthetic? Most of the rewiring and reprogramming will have to be done in isolation.”

Bucky simply nodded. In a quick motion he pulled his shirt half off and detached the silver appendage from his shoulder, allowing a sigh of relief to escape before a faint blush surfaced on his cheeks. “Where should I put it?”

“Oh, right beside you on that platform is perfect. The sensors will read everything from there,” Y/N replied.

Steve blinked at his friend in awe. In the three months since arriving at the compound he’d never seen Bucky so calm and relaxed with a stranger. Let alone comfortable enough to remove half his shirt and his arm in front of them. Heck, not even Steve had been granted that level of intimacy. Suddenly, he felt like a third wheel and he shot a sly grin at his old friend.

“Want me to stay with you, pal?” he asked under his breath, nodding suggestively in Y/N’s direction.

“Up to you,” he replied, rolling his eyes at Steve’s insinuation. “I’m good, though. I’ll be fine.”

“Tony’s still in his workshop, and he’s programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to notify both of you if any of Bucky’s vitals spike while I’m working with him,” Y/N assured the captain, without looking away from the holographic screen. She was clearly oblivious to the silent conversation the two men were having.

The faint rose lingering on Bucky’s cheeks turned a burning crimson that extended towards his neck. Steve chuckled at his friend’s embarrassment.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll leave you to it. Thanks again, Y/N. We really appreciate everything you’re doing. I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

“It’s my pleasure, Capt— Steve,” she smiled sheepishly, before going back to her 3-D projection of Bucky’s cybernetic arm in front of her. She was clearly in her element and eager to continue working.

“Buck, call me if you need anything. Got it?”

“Got it,” he replied, assuring his friend.

Bucky exhaled long and slow through his nose as he heard the woosh of the glass doors sliding shut. He still struggled with how Steve had immediately absolved him of everything he had done. The agony. The destruction. The death. All at his hands. Steve took every opportunity to remind Bucky that the Winter Soldier wasn’t him. That it was HYDRA who was responsible for it all. That the unadulterated violence wasn’t his fault.

Yet it was Bucky’s own hands he saw when he fell victim to the terrors of sleep each night. Pulling the trigger. Gripping the blade. Silver fingers glinting as they clenched around throats. Twisted necks. Snapped limbs as if they were brittle twigs underfoot.

“You okay?” Y/N asked, her eyes raising to meet his infinite blue irises shrouded behind the dark waves falling around his face.

“Oh yeah, fine. A bit nervous about it all, I guess,” Bucky half-admitted as he brushed his hair out of his face. Her soothing voice calmed his breathing and halted the memories from flooding his vision.

“That’s understandable. Would it help to watch? I don’t mind. I’m about to start on the wiring.”

Bucky considered Y/N’s offer then obliged, hopping off the table to join her on the other end.

It was an odd experience to see his arm disconnected and disassembled. He loathed that part of himself. A constant reminder of his crimes against humanity. And yet watching Y/N tinker with it so delicately—altering it, fixing it—lit the tiniest spark of hope within.

As if hearing the gears turning in his mind she spoke without looking away from her work. “Is this hard to witness?”

Bucky thought about it, caught off guard by her sensitivity to the situation.

“Not hard, no. Weird maybe? But also cathartic,” he explained.

“Huh, how so?” She questioned without a thought as she gently coaxed a blue wire out from the prosthetic’s wrist with a pair of pliers.

“Hmmmmm,” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck as he calculated how to answer. He didn’t know why he was so keen on sharing with this woman he had just met, but he was going with it. “That arm symbolizes what they turned me into. What they made me do. I guess when you’ve spent more than half of your life being a monster it’s healing to watch someone change it. Make it something different.”

“You’re not a monster, James. You’re human.”

“If I only had a heart, right?” he tapped on his chest in jest. Y/N set her tool down and turned to face him, looking him deeply in the eye.

“Don’t do that. You’re not actually the Tin Man. You’re Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th regiment. You were held captive, tested on against your will, then tortured and brainwashed by an underground Nazi faction. Then despite all odds, you survived. And now you’re attempting to make amends for atrocities that are not even remotely close to being your fault. You’re not a monster, and you never were. You’re a hero. And you deserve every act of appreciation and kindness. Every gesture of tenderness and love. You deserve to live, James. You deserve life.”

The crimson that had left Bucky’s face took up residence again, his temporary lapse in silence coming to an end. Steve had tried to convince him of his worthiness countless times over. But somehow it was different coming from Y/N. She was an impartial stranger. She didn’t have any obligation to Bucky. She didn’t owe him anything. Which meant these were her honest thoughts. It stirred a flutter deep in Bucky’s core. A warmth he hadn’t felt since 1942.

Reading the effort it was taking for Bucky to process her lecture, she returned to finish the rewiring before moving onto the programming.

The conversation remained in a comfortable lull for a while, him watching her work meticulously with a budding admiration. She started to break the silence every once in a while to ask him where the pain points were and what they felt like. Sometimes tightening aspects of the contact socket on his shoulder. Then she’d return to her minuscule adjustments on the arm, teeth biting down onto her bottom lip in concentration. It was adorable and tied Bucky’s stomach into knots. Eventually she began asking Bucky questions about life before the war, and he was happy to answer. He’d pepper his stories with questions about her childhood, treading lightly around her mother after learning of her death until he saw she was more than happy to share her memories. It was easy talking to Y/N. Comforting.

Two hours later she reattached the final exterior plate and set her tools down, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand. “If my mapping was correct, that should do it. Now I just need to connect it to F.R.I.D.A.Y. for reprogramming.” Then she turned to Bucky with an eagerness in her eye. “Before I do that, I had an idea after what you said about feeling like I was making your arm different.”

Bucky was intrigued. “I’m all ears.”

“What if we actually changed it. Like visually. I can have F.R.I.D.A.Y. update the colour during the programming process. What about matte gunmetal grey? Still neutral, but less punchy. No pun intended.”

Bucky grinned at her humour and thoughtfulness. At the idea of his arm finally looking different than it appeared every night in his dreams.

“I’d like that. A lot,” he nodded.

“Great!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. She started typing furiously on the holographic keypad and then instructed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to begin running the programming. “This will take another hour or so. You can feel free to go and come back… or… we could have tea?”

“Tea sounds nice,” Bucky smiled, running his hand through his hair to push it out of his face.

“Follow me to my secret nook then,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes. She led them to the back of the lab that opened to a small alcove boasting floor to ceiling windows overlooking the grounds of the compound. Two black cushioned chairs were angled towards each other separated by a round side table. The counter across from them housed an espresso machine, kettle, and a sink. Bucky sat while she worked on their tea.

“Nice view.”

“Mmhmm. I often sit here when I’m stumped on something. Helps me untangle my ideas and put them back in order.”

“You’re very methodical. I like that.” The attempt at a flirtatious compliment slipped past Bucky’s lips before he had time to rethink it.

“And you’re very observant. I like that.” She shot him a smile that melted his insecurities as well as his heart. Another look like that and you’re a goner, Barnes.

“Here’s your tea. I realized I didn’t ask, but I added a touch of honey. I hope that’s ok.”

“‘S perfect,” he assured her, snapping out of his internal dialogue. “Thanks.”

The two chatted more about their personal histories. Pop culture and historical events Bucky had missed, which ones he needed to catch up on and which ones he could easily avoid. They were laughing at a story Bucky was recounting from when he and Steve were kids when F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed them the programming was complete.

“Let’s go check out your new arm,” she grinned, extending her hand to take his empty mug.

Bucky’s stomach was doing backflips. But it righted itself as soon as he saw it resting on the platform where Y/N had been working. The new satin finish muted the shine of the now dark grey appendage. The red star was gone. It looked like a completely different prosthetic and the sight of it stopped Bucky’s heart and stole his breath from his chest.

“What do you think?” she asked with a satisfied look once she had reviewed the completion report from F.R.I.D.A.Y. still projected on the translucent screen.

“It’s… It looks incredible. Can I try it?” Bucky asked meekly, his breath shaky and overcome with emotion.

“Of course! Do you want help?”

“No, that’s ok. I’d like to do it,” he managed out.

She nodded, seeing how much this moment meant to him.

He took off his shirt and lifted the cybernetic left arm to his shoulder. A hush fell over the lab and even F.R.I.D.A.Y. seemed to have paused her processes in anticipation. Bucky closed the final inch between the contact plates and the arm whirred as it came to life. He whipped it in a circle once to settle the joint and ensure everything was connected. Then he repeatedly stretched and clenched the metal digits as he twisted his forearm back and forth.

A sniff escaped him and he quickly brushed his cheek under the guise of fixing his hair from his face.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Y/N asked, concerned by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

“It’s… it’s the first time it hasn’t hurt since I was… since... I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Knowing it worked is all I wanted.” Y/N was glowing with satisfaction.

Suddenly Bucky was wrapping his arms around her before he could stop himself. “Thank you so much. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. But I’m gonna try.”

“You don’t need to repay me, Bucky. You deserve this.” She breathed a sigh of relief as Bucky attempted to convey his elation via the embrace.

Tony smiled to himself as he caught a glimpse of the two through the glass doors from his workshop. “Ol’ Tin Man has a heart after all. I told you she could do it, F.R.I.”

“That you did, boss. That you did.”

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Part II

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #James buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #marvel fanfic #Steve rogers #Tony stark #f.r.i.d.a.y.#skys2kchallenge #bucky fluff #bucky angst #bucky smut

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misscaptainamericana · 4 years ago

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary - You are working as a barista working in New York after the events of CA:TFA but before The Avengers. It’s the gap of time where they were trying to let Steve adjust to the times. He stops into your coffee shop every morning before he goes out to explore the city.

Word Count - 1203

Author’s Note - This is for @thefanbasewhore ‘s writing challenge :) I chose the coffee shop trope, obviously.

Coffee shop: Character A meets Character B and falls madly in love with them.

Butterscotch

You started off your mornings the way you normally do, alarm goes off at four, it takes twenty minutes to get ready and then a forty minute commute to your job. It was a nice little local coffee shop you have been working at since high school. Now a twenty-something, you were entrusted to open the shop and be lead barista in the morning.

Can I have a coffee?”

“Yeah, sure what size?”

Steve looked up at you confused, “Just a cup of coffee.”

“Right, do you want a small, medium, or large cup?” You asked before pointing over to the cup display to your right.

“Oh, I-uh-a medium. Medium is good, thank you.”

“Just a normal black coffee or do you want a latte?”

Steve looked up at the menu before looking back down to you, “I hate to say it but your menu is a little daunting.”

You peered over your shoulder at the menu, “Well, I could make it simpler for you if you would like.” You looked back over at him with a smile.

“Uhm, sure if you aren’t too busy.”

“First morning rush is over, we have some time.” You reassured him before going into your long explanation. “There is the regular black coffee that you would get anywhere. Cold brew is like stronger coffee; it's cold and pressed. A latte is steamed milk with a shot of espresso and a cappuccino is that with a layer of foam on top. An americano is a shot of espresso and water. A macchiato is a shot of espresso over milk. And basically a mocha is anything with a hot chocolate base instead of milk. There are these things called frappes, which is blended ice coffee, but we don’t do that here. It’s basically just a lot of different ways to drink coffee.” You looked back at the wide eyed man across the counter with a smile as he cleared his throat.

He had stopped listening a while ago, he was distracted watching her ramble on about coffee with a smile.

“Right, well, how about I take my normal coffee today and when I come back tomorrow you can surprise me with something from that long list?”

“That sounds like a great plan, It’ll be right up.”

You quickly poured some coffee into a medium cup before putting the lid on it and setting it next to the cash register, “That’ll be two dollars.”

Steve handed her a five dollar bill, “You can keep the change. Um, I’m Steve.”

You took the money with a smile, “Well thank you Steve, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N…” He smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The week went by so quickly. Each time the bell chimed you turned your head to the door to see if it was him. It had become a fun gaYou almost came in on your day off because you were so excited to see him again.

“What do you have for me today?” You sighed, “I’m so sorry, you had every type of coffee we have both hot and iced. I don’t have anything else I can offer you.

His breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart skip a few beats.

Was that it? Really? You listed off so many in the beginning he thought he had so much more time.

Steve nodded while clearing his throat and looked around the coffee shop before something caught his eye, “Oh, wait! What are those?”

You turned around to follow his gaze before letting out a small laugh, “Oh, those are our syrups. You can flavor the coffee to make it taste better.”

“Can I… try them as well?”

How could you say no to that smiling face?

“Of course! Do you know which style of coffee you liked the most for me to put it in?”

“Well, which one is your favorite?” “The iced macchiatos.” “Then let’s try it.” Steve said with a shy smile tucking his hands in his pockets.

“We have almond, brown sugar swirl, butterscotch, caramel, cinnamon dolce, coconut, french vanilla, hazelnut, irish cream, mocha, pumpkin pie, salted caramel, vanilla, and vanilla bean.” “Great, that’s good. That’s a lot of options. Uhm, can we just start from the top?”

You let out a small laugh, “You got it, an almond iced macchiato coming at ya!”

The next two weeks went by in a blur of morning small talk, warm smiles, and iced coffee. When Steve walked into the coffee shop, he patiently waited in line watching you work. You moved from one end of the counter to the other with such grace.

You looked up at him with a smile, “Steve! My favorite regular! Good morning! What can I get ya this morning?”

He dug his wallet out of his pocket and shrugged, “Whatever’s next on the list.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, “I’m sorry Captain, the list is done.”

Steve tilted his head to the side in disbelief, “You mean that’s it? There’s nothing else I can try?”

Shaking your head with a small frown, “That’s it, that’s officially all I got for ya. So, did you find something you like or is it back to black coffee?”

“Yeah…I, uhm, I did. I did find something I like.” He paused almost second guessing if he would really be able to ask you. “Can I have your number?”

“My number?”

“If you’re seeing someone I apologize, I didn’t mean to impose I-”

“No, no, I’m not seeing anyone. I’m single… I-just-hold on.” With a big smile you grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser on top of the counter and pulled a pen out of the cup by the register before quickly jotting your number on it. “I get off work at three.”

Steve couldn’t help but blush when you handed the napkin to him, “Thank you, I’ll call you later then.” He folded it up and placed it in his shirt pocket.

Looking over at him you bit your lip slightly before speaking again, “You didn’t answer my question, did you find something you like or just the black coffee?”

“Oh, the black coffee is probably my staple but that butterscotch one you gave me two weeks ago was really great.”

“So all this was just-”

“Me stalling trying to figure out how to ask out, yeah...I’m sorry about that.”

You looked down with a big smile before looking back up at him, “Don’t be sorry, this was great.”

Steve nodded, “I’ve adored seeing you every day.”

“I’ve adored seeing you too… Would you like just a medium black coffee then?”

“Yes, please.”

You nodded before turning to go get a medium cup and pouring some hot coffee into it. You placed the lid on it, drawing a heart and smiley face on the lid in a sharpie before handing it to him.

Steve took the cup and handed you a five dollar bill, “Keep the change, I hope you have a good rest of your day, Y/N.”

“Thank you! You too, Captain. I’ll talk to you later.”

With a small smile and a nod, he was out the door to continue to wander the streets of New York.

#steve rogers x reader #skys2kchallenge

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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2k writing challenge celebration!!!

First of all, I am so thankful for all my friends/supporters that have helped me get to this point. Love you guys 💞 I am so, so grateful.

Rules:

There will be no assigned prompts/scenerios, please do how many and what what wants you want!

There is no minimum and maximum word count, but if it is more then 500 words, please use the 'Read more' feature.

Absolutely no fics involing minors and I ask, please do not interact unless you are 18+

Tag me in your fic and also tag it #skys2kchallenge and send me a message/ask just to make sure I saw it :)

Please include any triggers and content warning.

Feel free to use any character you want!!!

Everyone is encouraged to participate! I will read every single one!!!

A masterlist will be made for this challenge for everyone else has the chance to read your fics

Due date is Aug 31st 😘

Characters I mostly write for: any Sebastian stan characters, Chris Evan characters, Pedro Pascal characters (pretty much every character they portray) & Sam Wilson

Tropes

FEEL FREE TO ADD SMUT, ANGST OR FLUFF TO ANY OF THESE!

Bonded: Character A and B have bonded since birth but Character A does not want the type of life Character B wants.

Royalty: Character A is a king who has fallen in love with Character B, a servent.

Friends to lovers: Character A and B have been unseperable from the day they've become friends, what happens when Character A suddenly realizes they love Character B?

Enemies to lovers: Character A and Character B hate each other or so they thought..

There's only one bed: Character A and Character B go away (for a mission/work) but realize there's only one bed.

Huddling for warmth: Character A and Character B huddle/hold each other to keep warm.

Fake bf/gf: Character A has a wedding to attend soon and he needs a date. Character B pretends to be their fake bf/gf but what happens when it's all over but feels like it shouldn't be?

I care: Character A almost dies and Character B realizes they love them.

Sex Pollen: Character A is sprayed with sex pollen and Character B is the only one around to help them.

Arranged Marriage: Character A and Character B are arranged to be married (you pick weather they want to or not).

Body Guard: Character A is hired to protect Character B but end up falling for each other.

Love at first sight: In a reality where soulmates unlock color with every emotion they feel toward their soulmate (I have a series coming out soon)

Coffee shop: Character A meets Character B and falls madly in love with them.

Prompts - can be fluff, angst, smut :)

"Then don't talk to me!" / "Fine!" / "Fine!"

"You look so good."

"You sound so sweet, honey."

"How could you say that to me?"

"We were cursed from the beginning, how did we ever think this would work?"

"You cheated on me! You have no right being here."

"I need a place to stay."

"You said you'd never leave, you lied!"

"Why can't you just come out and say it?" - "Say what?!" - "That you love me."

"I wish I never met you."

"I just wanna cuddle, honey."

"You're my everything."

"Without you, I'm nothing."

"Stop hogging the bed!"

"What a pretty pussy."

"I want to hear you moan, honey."

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

"Suck it."

"Bad girls don't get what they want."

"Spank me."

"Beg for it."

"I love you but that's the exact reason I have to leave."

"Marry me?"

"Can we at least sleep on the same bed?"

"Let me help you."

No pressure, just tagging people who might be interested below:

@fuckandfluff @sweeterthanthis @babycap @wkemeup @sableseb @buckysbrattybug @ritesofreverie @buppybucky @mickey-henry @midnightf @wnterwidows @certainaesthetic @blackberrybucky @buckysglow @buckysbiota @belowva @bvckysmoon @bucksbestgirl @babycap @winter-james @bucksfucks @gwenavibra @buckyblues @

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #skyswritingchallenge #skys2kwritingchallenge

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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OKAY FIRST OF ALL

the nickname pickle made me squeal, that's so freaking cute 🥺

Also the end line "as long as I can hold your hand, I'll be alright"

Ariel I loved this sooo much ❤️ I'm so happy you wrote this for my challenge too! This is amazing and your writing is beautiful. And Bucky being understanding about the kiss is so life like, anything for the mission.

Once again, beautiful, can't wait to add it to the masterlist ❤️