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Thank you💕

THINKING ABOUT…

Avenger!Bucky who has a hard time saying the words ‘I love you’ but don’t be dissuaded because he truly does love you. It’s just those three damn words can’t seem to escape his lips and he’s tried, multiple times.

But you never give him any trouble to it, completely understanding that not everyone can say those words as easily as you can. Besides, Bucky does more than enough to show you how much he loves you without having to say it.

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THINKING ABOUT…

Avenger!Bucky who has a hard time saying the words ‘I love you’ but don’t be dissuaded because he truly does love you. It’s just those three damn words can’t seem to escape his lips and he’s tried, multiple times.

But you never give him any trouble to it, completely understanding that not everyone can say those words as easily as you can. Besides, Bucky does more than enough to show you how much he loves you without having to say it.

You can see it when he looks at you when he wakes up in the morning. He looks very peaceful the times when his nightmares don’t plague him during his sleep and you enjoy just watching how tranquil he looks under the morning light. And when he stirs awake, you’re the first thing his eyes lay upon and it brings an immediate smile to his face. Along with his ‘good morning, beautiful’, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself, your heart fluttering at his raspy tone. 

As always, Bucky would wrap his arms around you when you attempt to get up, begging for just a few more minutes in bed together and though it’s never just a few minutes, you never fail to give in to his desires. Being right next to him, hidden under the comforter, away from the world is one of your favourite moments.

You feel it when he embraces you, shielding you away from whatever horror movie was on. Weekly movie nights were tradition with the team and everyone was expected to attend. Much to your chagrin, the team seemed to have been on a horror movie binge lately. Though you were used to seeing the horrors of the world, you were never fond of horror movies, quite terrified of them if you were being honest.

And Bucky never made any complaints when your nails dug into him a little tighter when your heart starts to race due to an upcoming jump scare, or when you had enough of the movie and hid yourself in the crook of his neck. He’d pull you onto his lap and rub circles on the small of your back in an attempt to soothe you, never minding the teasing comments made by the other members.

You hear it in the tremble of his voice when he’s reprimanding you for being so careless on a job. You hadn’t meant to get harmed at all, the operation was a simple one. A quick in and out which was why you didn’t expect to get ambushed by the enemy. As skilled as you were, being outnumbered would always leave to some type of damage. You just hated how sad Bucky looks when you arrive back at the hangar in less than perfect form.

Bucky didn’t have a lot of good things in the world, you being one of the only exceptions and he would do anything to protect you. Which is why he can’t voice out his worries when he sees you injured from a mission that he didn’t go with you. He’ll berate himself for not fighting harder to be put on the mission with you. He’ll spend what seems like hours checking your body thoroughly for all the injuries you succumbed to all while voicing out his concerns.

So yeah, Bucky never really said the words I love you to you. But did it really matter when Bucky showed how much he loves you in many other forms? Not at all. There were a plethora of other instances in where you could see Bucky’s love shine through and you know he’d show you a hundred more.

notes: i had a fic that i was planning on uploading for valentines but i wrote about 1.5k and then hated it so i scrapped it completely! anyways i hope this blurb will suffice. i have a few upcoming longer fics that i hopefully should post up soon as part of a challenge so stay tune!

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[buckydarlin]

teehee glad you liked it 💕

DRUNK PROCLAMATIONS ; bucky barnes

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!female!reader

summary: a voicemail leaves many thoughts running through bucky’s head. his heart soars with happiness before it crashes back into reality - what if she didn’t mean what she said? bucky’s only solution is to avoid her like hell. he doesn’t want to hear the truth from her lips, ready to take back everything she said in her voicemail because he knows he’s not worth any of it.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: insecure bucky, mentions of drinking, swearing, angst with a happy ending

note: written as part of @pellucid-constellations​‘s love letters writing challenge! i used the prompt “and i’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that”. i hope you enjoy!

Bucky can’t fall asleep. 

This isn’t a shocking revelation, he’s had many nights where he would stare into the darkness for hours, preferring it to the images he would conjure up in his sleep. What’s shocking is the reason that is keeping him up this time. His phone lights up on the bedside table and his heart starts to race again, an automatic reaction no thanks to [Name].

His eyes fly over to his phone to find a notification asking him to update his phone software. Bucky supposes he’s glad for the dumb notification. If it was a text, or god forbid another voicemail, he might just have a heart attack. Yes, a voicemail is what’s gotten Bucky all worked up. He groans just at the thought, feeling like a love-sick high school boy.

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DRUNK PROCLAMATIONS: a voicemail leaves many thoughts running through bucky’s head. his heart soars with happiness before it crashes back into reality - what if she didn’t mean what she said? bucky’s only solution is to avoid her like hell. he doesn’t want to hear the truth from her lips, ready to take back everything she said in her voicemail because he knows he’s not worth any of it.  (avengers!bucky x avengers!reader) 

BLURB LISTS ; 

THE MOMENT... 

...fans ship you two together (actor!bucky x actress!reader)

THINKING ABOUT... 

arguing with Bucky leads to a night spent on the couch  

Avenger!Bucky who can’t seem to say the words i love you 

CAUTION: 18+ CONTENT BELOW - MINORS DNI ;

BY CONTINUING TO READ AHEAD, YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN

BLURB LISTS ; 

THINKING ABOUT...

Camboy!Bucky who is also your roommate finding out you watch him live every week 

Best Friend’s Dad!Bucky and the sexual tension between you two becomes too much 

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mmm… love when posts to show up in the tags🥲

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WARNING: 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI

warnings: cheating, age gap (reader is early 20′s, bucky is early 40′s)

THINKING ABOUT…

Best Friend’s Dad!Bucky having to pick you and his daughter up after she gets black out drunk, having one too many drinks. You sit in the passenger seat, your best friend passed out in the back, watching the street lights go by as Bucky drives you back to his house.

There’s a tension lingering between you two ever since he picked the two of you up. The moment he laid eyes on you and your tight little dress, you felt his gaze turn lustful. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs when he licked his lips.

You couldn’t help but think that there was always this sexual tension between you and Bucky despite the fact that he’s married and you’re his daughter’s best friend.

There was one time when you slept over at your best friend’s house when you woke up in the middle of the night feeling parched. You certainly didn’t expect to find Bucky in the kitchen with a cup of water in his hands, his eyes immediately giving your body a once over. Wearing shorts and a tank top to sleep, there was not much you could use to cover your body up more but you didn’t want to either, enjoying his eyes on you. 

But the two of you never went beyond mere gazes. You knew acting on your feelings was a recipe for disaster and you loved your best friend too much to destroy your friendship over a fling with her dad. Some little part of you did regret never making a move on him that night but you knew better - or at least you thought you did.

Something was just different tonight and you were sure that you were walking on a thin line because all you could think of right now was Bucky cock thrusting deeply into you. You can’t help but imagine his tongue swirling around your erect nipple and god did you want to hear how he moans. You imagine it would be heavenly.

As Bucky carries his daughter up to her bedroom, you quietly follow after him, careful to not wake his wife up. You still haven’t breathed a word to him since he picked you up, as if the second you open your mouth, you’d make an offer you couldn’t take back.

Maybe it was the alcohol that gave you the push you needed to say fuck it but when he turns around to face you after closing his daughter’s door, it was as if some magnetic force pushed your bodies together, your lips colliding in a feverish kiss. 

His large hands roam your body until they land on your ass and you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks to the guest bedroom.

Next thing you know, you’re on your knees, hands holding the headboard as Bucky pounds into you relentless from behind. He has one hand covering your mouth to prevent your moans from escaping but the slap of his skin meeting yours echoes throughout the room and the both of you can only be thankful that Bucky’s wife is not a light sleeper.

His other hand rests on your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts and occasionally travelling up to squeeze your breast. His quiet groans reach your ears and you were right, it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

As he feels his high coming, as well as yours by the way you desperately clench around him, he moves back slightly so he can push your head down onto the pillows and sticks your ass up and thrusting deep into you from this new angle sends waves of pleasure through you. His hand move to wrap around the back of your neck as he releases into you, letting out a groan louder than anticipated as you do the same. 

Bucky pulls out faster than you’d like him to, making you feel empty now that his cock isn’t filling you up. He tells you that he has to return back to his wife’s side for the night but by the look in his eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you’d have him.

You love your best friend, but you think you love being Bucky’s hole more.

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Avenger!Bucky who can’t seem to say the words i love you (blurb) - 14 Feb

Best Friend’s Dad!Bucky and the sexual tension between you two becomes too much (blurb) 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI! - 9 Feb

arguing with bucky leads to a night on the couch (blurb) - 9 Feb 

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[buckydarlin]

warnings: hurt/comfort

THINKING ABOUT…

How arguing with Bucky never led to anything big - of course you would get into fights every now and then but it would usually be resolved before it got out of hand.

And that was what you loved about Bucky - you don’t always have to see eye to eye but what was important was that the two of you always communicated and solved it together in the end.

Today, however, did not go that way.

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ooooh ex-husband!bucky got me feeling some type of way 😍😍

That post of Seb as an ex husband, got me thinking of ex husband bucky railing me and wanting to be together again. I’m sorry😩

BESTIE WHY WOULD YOU U DO THIS TO ME KDMFODISJDKF

Now this is all I can think about……..

Thots under the cut (SMUT 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI)

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And now he can keep her confession forever ✨ (So long as he doesn’t accidentally delete it)

Glad you enjoyed it 💕

drunk proclamations ; bucky barnes

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!female!reader

summary: a voicemail leaves many thoughts running through bucky’s head. his heart soars with happiness before it crashes back into reality - what if she didn’t mean what she said? bucky’s only solution is to avoid her like hell. he doesn’t want to hear the truth from her lips, ready to take back everything she said in her voicemail because he knows he’s not worth any of it.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: insecure bucky, mentions of drinking, swearing, angst with a happy ending

note: written as part of @pellucid-constellations​‘s love letters writing challenge! i used the prompt “and i’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that”. i hope you enjoy!

Bucky can’t fall asleep. 

This isn’t a shocking revelation, he’s had many nights where he would stare into the darkness for hours, preferring it to the images he would conjure up in his sleep. What’s shocking is the reason that is keeping him up this time. His phone lights up on the bedside table and his heart starts to race again, an automatic reaction no thanks to [Name].

His eyes fly over to his phone to find a notification asking him to update his phone software. Bucky supposes he’s glad for the dumb notification. If it was a text, or god forbid another voicemail, he might just have a heart attack. Yes, a voicemail is what’s gotten Bucky all worked up. He groans just at the thought, feeling like a love-sick high school boy.

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Yo I don’t even want to think about her dying that’s not allowed 😭 You can’t just die and leave Bucky all alone again

I’m glad you enjoyed it though! 💕

DRUNK PROCLAMATIONS ; bucky barnes

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!female!reader

summary: a voicemail leaves many thoughts running through bucky’s head. his heart soars with happiness before it crashes back into reality - what if she didn’t mean what she said? bucky’s only solution is to avoid her like hell. he doesn’t want to hear the truth from her lips, ready to take back everything she said in her voicemail because he knows he’s not worth any of it.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: insecure bucky, mentions of drinking, swearing, angst with a happy ending

note: written as part of @pellucid-constellations​‘s love letters writing challenge! i used the prompt “and i’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that”. i hope you enjoy!

Bucky can’t fall asleep. 

This isn’t a shocking revelation, he’s had many nights where he would stare into the darkness for hours, preferring it to the images he would conjure up in his sleep. What’s shocking is the reason that is keeping him up this time. His phone lights up on the bedside table and his heart starts to race again, an automatic reaction no thanks to [Name].

His eyes fly over to his phone to find a notification asking him to update his phone software. Bucky supposes he’s glad for the dumb notification. If it was a text, or god forbid another voicemail, he might just have a heart attack. Yes, a voicemail is what’s gotten Bucky all worked up. He groans just at the thought, feeling like a love-sick high school boy.

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warnings: hurt/comfort

THINKING ABOUT…

How arguing with Bucky never led to anything big - of course you would get into fights every now and then but it would usually be resolved before it got out of hand.

And that was what you loved about Bucky - you don’t always have to see eye to eye but what was important was that the two of you always communicated and solved it together in the end.

Today, however, did not go that way.

By the time the screaming dies down, you don’t even remember the catalyst to it all - but you do remember the hurt Bucky caused, his words cut sharp as if he knew all the right things to say that would hit especially hard. And he probably did, after years of being together you were sure Bucky knew you better than anyone else and vice versa.

You know you’re not much better, you had said plenty of hurtful things as well, if only to hurt him back (though you’re not even sure who started it in the first place). One thing you know is that you can’t look at him afterwards - you don’t think you can handle another look of anger, dislike, disgust. Your throat hurts from shouting and your head pulses from an oncoming headache.

At the end of the night, you still can’t standing being near Bucky so you decide to take the couch for the night. Bucky watches as you take the pillows from your side of the bed and a blanket that was stored away before heading out your bedroom, making no move to stop you.

As you get settled on the couch, you can’t help but feel bitter at how empty and lonely it is. Usually when you’re on the couch, you’re cuddled up next to Bucky’s warmth and you would have that right now in bed if not for the earlier argument.

There’s an uncomfortable feeling in your chest as you recount the day. Your arguments don’t usually get out of hand and they certainly don’t end with separate sleeping arrangements. When you first thought of sleeping on the couch for the night, you thought it was for the best but now you’ve come to regret that decision.

It’s difficult falling asleep without Bucky by your side and it seems Bucky agrees. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the ceiling when you hear movement coming from your bedroom.

Your eyes instinctively move to the door when it opens and reveals Bucky looking as tired and drained as you feel. Still, you don’t say a word as he comes closer to you.

You watch as his eyes stare at your position, uncomfortably curled against the couch, before he sighs. Slowly, he kneels down next to your head, his hand tentatively reaching out to cup your face, afraid that you might turn around.

You don’t, in fact you lean into his hand.

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, quietly but you hear it clearly in the deafening silence, “I didn’t mean anything I said today - I don’t know why they were even said. I let my anger get the best of me when I should have”

You know that he didn’t mean any of it, that his words came from a place of anger but it didn’t stop the wave of pain that rolled over you as you recalled his previous words. Regardless, you know your hands weren’t clean either.

“I’m sorry as well, Buck. I didn’t mean any of it either. I hate fighting with you like this”

A tear rolls down your cheek and Bucky wipes it away, “I know, doll, I hate it too. I hate sleeping on my own and I hate that you felt the need to not be near me”

Bucky leans in to place a gentle kiss against your lips, a silent promise that he won’t ever let an argument get this far again.

When he leans back, he slides one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you up against his chest.

“Come on, my sweet girl, let’s go back to bed”

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skeihdjs this HURT but I just couldn’t stop reading. These types of fics are my kryptonite 😩 but I really enjoyed it!!! it would be nice to see this from bucky’s perspective too:)

envy- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x unnamed woman warnings: jealousy, insecurity, angst, i don’t love the ending about: request! y/n gets jealous when she sees Bucky talking with another girl at a bar so she leaves and goes into her car to cry as Bucky notices she was gone so goes looking for her and when he finds her back inside the bar with red puffy eyes and pink cheeks, so he tells her beautiful and positive things? a/n: i just noticed i read this wrong, so there’s a little bit of a change in the story, but i hope that’s okay @coffee-styles

the ice in your glass clinks against the crystal, the short, thin straw between your fingers twirling your drink around as you observe bucky and the beautiful girl across the bar. your bottom lip is tugged between your teeth subconsciously in thought, swallowing harshly as you recall yesterday night—really only a few hours ago.

your brows only furrow further when you do, gaining more insecurities and questions rather than the answers you were searching for when you looked back. you aren’t going to say you and bucky are anything serious—technically, you are barely something; but there have been so many indications telling you you’re heading there with him. so quantifiable and real that they crush and build you back up again with their amount and weight.

he’d kiss your forehead and hold your hand whenever he was near you, and he’d play with your hair when he talked to you, twirling a strand between a finger as his eyes flickered from your own to your lips. he’d kissed the edge of your mouth yesterday, so close to what you wanted yet so far away.

it seems even further now, watching him flirt with another woman at the bar just when he’d called you his girl last night.

you’d been at the bar for not even ten minutes yet and you already wanted to leave, no matter if the drink you just paid for after rejecting a guy’s offer was still new and cold in your tightening grasp.

did i do something? you begin to ask yourself, gaze falling from the pair of them to the floor as you begin to spiral. you go over the events of last night, but it doesn’t give you the butterflies it had when you’d thought about it earlier, when you were so sure you were right—certain that you were his and he was yours.

an unpleasant heat rushes to your face when you look up at the two of them again, bucky closer to her now, both laughing. you can’t stop looking at them, she’s so pretty, with her curved nose and high cheekbones dusted with pink. they look so good together, natural—something you’d expect. not like you and bucky, who, when you’d told your friends you were interested, they raised a worried eyebrow and told you they didn’t want you to get hurt.

you’re imagining the future you wanted with bucky with her—a woman at a bar that bucky has just met, a world where you’re pushed to the side to see the happiness that you were so sure was cradled in your hands lived by someone else. as much as it pains you, bringing a painful lump to your throat that makes you throw back your drink in a poor effort to swallow it down, it feels so much more realistic than your past hopes, something that, if shattered in the way you feared—hoped would never happen—would break you, dropping you straight down from the cliff built of the hope bucky had given you, gentle words whispered in your hair, loving squeezes of your hand. he was not just your friend. had he led you on?

the pure idea—that bucky would do that to you, that you had fallen for it like an absolute idiot—makes you choke on the last of the alcohol you’re swallowing down, and you bring a hand to your chest, blinking fast when it brings forward the tears that had already begun to ebb in your eyes. you slam a tip on the counter and grab your bag, making your way to the door, your steps a heavy contrast to the ones that had bounced you inside, so sure you’d be in that girl’s place, that you would be permanently cast in her part. you don’t catch the eyes that follow you worriedly, the attention you steal.

the cold air that hits you when you walk outside sends chills up your arms and freezes the tears that have started to trail down your cheeks, squeezing your eyes shut when you’re hugged in the freezing embrace of rejection. how fitting, you think, hastily wiping at your nose, struggling to find your keys as you walk to your car, how unfair.

you find yourself not caring enough to wrap your arms around yourself while you walk to the car, only wanting to cry because the stubborn voice in your head had been right, no matter how many times you’d assured it that it wasn’t, displaying the soft kisses bucky had peppered all over your face, showcasing the braid he’d learned to make just for you.

when you finally find your car at the edge of the parking lot, you pull open the door, slumping into the driver’s seat, fully prepared to just go home so you can curl up into your blankets and let the disappointment flow out of you in salt and water and aches.

until you notice a candy wrapper bucky had bought for you just because he’d “thought you’d like it” and you can’t help it anymore. you turn your car off again, uncaring that it’s cold inside without the heater, and your fingers tighten around your steering wheel, more tears dribbling from your chin to splatter on your blouse.

your forehead knocks against the leather of your steering wheel, fingers tightening further around it as you squeeze your eyes shut, silent cries getting stronger with each second that passes by—each thought and memory that suggested what you had thought was tangible, steady in your grip, seems more and more like bucky’s feelings hadn’t been as heavy as you thought them to be—as yours were.

you knock your head against the wheel, feeling dumb as you remember how elated you were when you thought what you’d shared was real.

as your chest heaves and your sniffles get more frequent, your cheeks feeling uncomfortably wet and your jaw beginning to drown in tears, you don’t notice the figure heading towards your car, only hearing the knock that comes at your window a short while later.

too tired to argue with random people, you sigh annoyedly, wiping at your face and snapping your neck towards your window, fiery greeting already resting on your tongue drowned when you notice the person outside is bucky, wearing a concerned look that pinches at his features further as he takes in your appearance.

you curse under your breath, subtly trying to fix yourself up with his eyes on you through the rain-pattered glass of your window.

“y/n?” he questions from outside, knocking at your door.

you sniffle, your knuckles reaching up to swipe at your nose. you can’t fix the redness of your eyes, but you hope the darkness inside your car hides it. you click a button to lower your window, a lousy attempt to give yourself a way out of this conversation if you need it, to put a wall between you and what you’d believed was both of your comeuppances for everything the world did to you.

“hey, buck, d’you need something?” you ask nonchalantly, a thin smile on your lips. bucky frowns, moving to open your door but furrows his brows when he finds it’s locked.

“i saw you walk out and now you’re crying in your car, are you okay?” bucky replies, searching your face and—of course—catching the pink tinge of your eyes.

“oh, i’m fine, it’s nothing,” you insist, “you should get back to it, you were having fun.” you motion to roll up your window, but bucky stops you by placing a hand over it.

“y/n,” he stressed, “it’s clear something’s wrong. can you please open the door?”

you shake your head, swallowing down the feelings that were beginning to creep up your throat, “i’m fine, bucky.” the tears that begin to ebb at your eyes contradict your words severely, though. “m’just tired, don’t worry about me,” you insist, forcing a smile.

bucky looks desperate as you begin to raise the window. “wait, y/n, please. please tell me what’s wrong, i just want to make it better.”

his words make you want to shut your eyes, the man did not make falling in love with him any easier.

“please?” bucky pleads, and you stop your actions, unwilling to tell him what’s wrong, but seeing no other option knowing bucky.

“i thought that… i thought you were interested… in me,” you cringe. “you’re—you’re just so good to me, and maybe i’m a complete idiot that can’t tell the difference between a friend caring about you and a romantic interest because i’m so pathetic, but—but the things you say to me and do with me are not… what friends do.” you sniff at the embarrassment, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“i thought that, and i thought you were going to…” you drift off, not wanting to say it and make shame roll over you in waves. “and then i saw you flirting with that gorgeous girl in the bar, and i realized that i am… just stupid.

“don’t get me wrong, please, all i want for you is happiness and love, i just thought… it would be with me.”

your voice cracks and you try to hold your crumbling self together, “and i’m pretty sure i just ruined everything—if there ever was anything between us, and so i’m going to let you go back and i’m going to go back home, okay?”

it’s silent on bucky’s end as you finish, only solidifying the conclusion you’d come to that you’d broken your relationship with him.

“no,” bucky whispers finally, drawing your attention to him as he suddenly shoves his arm in between the open space left from the window, unlocking your door and pulling it open.

“what?” you ask in shock, staring up at bucky as he begins to come closer.

“no,” he repeats, a warm hand wet with the lick of rain cupping your cheek, pulling you closer to him until your lips meet his. you can’t help the soft gasp that leaves you, startled hands confused as to where to go. “no, you’re not leaving, no, you didn’t ruin anything—” his words are mumbled through sloppy kisses, desperate in the movements against your lips, the way his hands clutch at you, pulling you as close as possible until he can’t anymore. “god, doll, i’m the stupid one. i’m so sorry i made you feel like that. i’m an idiot, that is—” he kisses you again, teeth knocking against each other but it’s soft and perfect and it’s bucky. it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. “that is the absolute last thing i ever want to do with you.”

your eyes are wide and still confused when bucky pulls away, his cold forehead and yours pressed together as he nudges his nose against yours, “you’re it for me, sweetheart. i’m sorry that i ever made you doubt that. i’m an idiot.”

“it’s okay,” you whisper finally, the warmth of bucky’s lips still light on your lips, and you kiss him again just because you can and he’s there and you want to. “i was an idiot, too,” you admit.

“i made you cry,” bucky stresses, pulling you closer, “i made my beautiful, beautiful girl cry.”

“it’s okay,” you repeat, a light laugh bubbling from your throat because of his defense. “i don’t care, i’m fine now, we’re fine now, i promise. it’s my fault, too.”

“i’m sorry,” bucky insists, “it’s unbelievable how out of my league you are, honey. i don’t deserve you.”

“you deserve to be loved, bucky. which means you deserve me.”

[buckydarlin]

THE MOMENT... 

...fans ship you two together

pairing: actor!bucky x actress!reader

“So what’s it like working with [Name] on set, Bucky?” 

You turn your head towards your co-star, smile wide as you eagerly await his response. You’re both on a talk show to promote your latest film.

“Well, I think [Name] is an amazing actress and I’m incredibly lucky to be able to play a leading role with her,” Bucky turns his head over to you, shooting you a playful wink, “It doesn’t hurt that she’s also an amazing kisser too”

The audience start screaming at his comment and you roll your eyes, raising your hand up to your mouth so they don’t catch you smiling at the compliment.

The talk show host leans towards Bucky in fascination, “So what you’re saying is that not everything we see on the screens is fake?”

“He’s only kidding, Jimmy,” You answer instead, “Of course everything’s fake, we’re acting!”

You hear a few “boo’s” from the crowd in front of you and Bucky laughs, scooting closer to you and throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“It’s alright, doll, you don’t have to pretend,” He rubs his thumb on your shoulder, “And to answer your question Jimmy, no, not everything. You can’t fake a chemistry like ours, can you, doll?”

“Oh god,” You laugh, “Bucky, stop! Everyone’s going to think that you’re telling truth!”

“I am!” Bucky exclaims, putting his hands up in defence when you slap his chest playfully.

“Come on, [Name], you really expect us to believe that there is nothing going on between the two of you?” Jimmy asks, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, “I mean, you guys haven’t even been here five minutes and everyone can tell that there is nothing platonic about all this. Am I right?”

Jimmy waves his hand in both yours and Bucky’s direction before he directs his question at the audience who cheer and whoop and Bucky yells out a loud “thank you” and “that’s what I’ve been saying!” at their response.

“There really is nothing going on, Jimmy!” He gives you a pointed stare, “I’m serious!”

“Doll, at this point you’re just hurting my feelings,” Bucky tells you, a clenched fist held up to his chest, feigning heartache.

“Just admit it!” An audience member screams, and a few people laugh before others start to join in. Soon enough, the entire crowd is chanting for the ‘truth’ and even Jimmy joins in.

You can just feel the warmth spreading through Bucky as he stares at you hopefully with those bright blue eyes that you’ve found yourself getting lost in plenty of times.

“Alright, alright,” You call out and wait for the crowd to die down. Once it does and the whole room is silent awaiting your answer, you turn to Bucky, “Okay, I will admit, our chemistry is a little too good to be fake”

“I’ll take it,” Bucky shrugs before he throws himself over your body, his hand reaching up to lift your chin up so that your lips align but you squeal and manage to dodge his kiss at the last second and the crowd screams in delight at his actions.

“Buck!” You give him an exasperated look but everyone can see how you’re trying to hold a grin back.

Bucky makes no effort to hide his, “Sorry, doll, couldn’t help myself. That’s the first time you’ve admitted it out loud”

“Look, if you behave for the rest of the interview, we’ll talk about it more in private after this,” You hold up your pinky finger towards him, “Deal?”

Bucky links his pinky with yours and you don’t even try hiding your smile anymore when you see the gleam of admiration in his eyes as he looks at you, “Deal. You better be keeping your word, sweetheart. I’m holding you on this”

Your ship name is trending afterwards with several short clips of this interview going viral. 

[buckydarlin]

I was gutted when she decided to stay, love really clouds ones’ judgement. I think you just about ripped my heart out when she gets hurt again after she’s slowly healing 😭 The second betrayal is always worse than the first! Heart wrenching but I loved it!

a message that seals your fate

summary: what do you call a love letter that leads to heartbreak

pairing: bucky x f!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: infidelity, lying, bucky is The Worst, angst with no happy ending, big </3 vibes

a/n: this was written for my dear kathie's (@pellucid-constellations) love letters writing challenge. she wanted angst and so she shall receive. this is not a sweet valentine's fic, sorry y'all

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It started out with little things. Things that would give you pause but enough to ruin your day. Things that maybe weren’t intentional, but maybe there were. It became a guessing game - more between you and yourself than anything else.

You had just gotten a promotion - one you were hopeful for but hadn’t told Bucky yet in case you didn’t get it. But after weeks of anticipation, your boss had pulled you into her office and let you know.

You were ecstatic - finally making senior partner at a firm you had only been with for five years was a phenomenal feat and you couldn’t wait to get home and tell bucky

As you walked in the door, you called his name and got a “hey honey” in response. He sounded far off, in the kitchen maybe, but he could hear you so you kept talking as you shed your jacket and shoes by the door.

“You'll never guess what happened today.” You tried to hide the excitement in your voice, working yourself up for the surprise.

A slight hum was the only acknowledgement he gave, which caught you off guard because normally he loved to hear about your day.

As you entered the kitchen, you saw him at the stove with his back turned to you.

You said his name again, and while he didn’t turn around, he hummed again as if telling you to continue.

“I made senior partner today! Can you believe it? I know I didn’t mention because I didn’t want to get my hopes up but -“

“God, you’re amazing.” Your eyebrows furrowed as he interrupted you, confused as to why he didn’t even give you a chance to finish.

Finally, you placed a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped as if he had no clue you were there. As he turned, you saw his phone in his hand, and you realized he hadn’t been talking to you at all.

“Oh shit.” He stumbled to put his phone in his pocket after quickly hanging up. “When did you get home?”

You took a step back, tilting your head as you looked at him. “About five minutes ago. I've been talking to you this whole time.”

“Oh sorry I was on the phone with uh - with Becca. What were you saying?”

Something in your heart shifted a little, but you pushed the feeling down.

Not even facing him to talk, you started for the stairs saying, “I made senior partner today. I thought you would want to know.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you closed the bedroom door.

You made excuses, of course. He hardly got to talk to his sister, it made sense that he would be absorbed in their conversation. Any doubts you had were quickly pushed aside. Because Bucky loved you and that was enough.

Then it started to get worse, and you couldn’t deny the crack in your heart at every dismissive comment, every time he ignored you when you talked about your day, every night he came home later. But you were nothing if not optimistic, and you refused to end your nearly decade long relationship without concrete proof; even if your gut feeling never led you wrong.

Little did you know, even having the evidence right in front of you wouldn’t make it any easier.

You had tried calling Bucky five times now, and each time it had gone to voicemail. You had been pacing the living room for nearly 20 minutes, waiting for Bucky to come home so you could go to dinner with your sister. But you hadn’t heard from him since he left for work that morning and you didn’t know whether to be worried or angry.

There was a knock on your door, and you left your phone on the coffee table as you went to answer it.

After you chatted with your neighbor, Wanda, who had come over to drop off a stack of law textbooks she had borrowed, you returned to the living room to find a voicemail from Bucky. He must have called you while you were out of the room, because of course you would be caught in a game of phone tag while you were just trying to go out to dinner.

You almost didn’t even listen to the voicemail - assuming it was just him apologizing for having to stay late at the office or some other reason - but a little voice in the back of your mind told you that you needed to hear it.

Hand shaking, you lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hey baby, I’m so sorry about tonight. I miss you so much.” Your lips turned up a bit at the sides, your heart fluttering at the words of your sweet Bucky. “I know tonight wasn’t like we wanted it, I just got my plans mixed up.” At least that explained why he was late, but you weren’t aware of any other plans he had. “I wish I had gotten to see you longer. No amount of time is ever enough with you. I love you, Dot. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I can’t wait to finally be with you forever.”

The voicemail cut off then, but you wouldn’t know, because your phone had slipped from your hand as you dropped to the ground, skidding across the hardwood floor at the same time your knees hit.

Your mind was racing. Dot. Dolores Becker. A pretty young redhead who had giggled the second she met Bucky at last year’s holiday party. A sweet, kind junior partner at your firm. One you had taken under your wing for over a year now.

You don’t know how long you sat there, but your phone buzzing a few feet away finally startled you enough to scramble towards it.

It was your sister, and while you loved her and felt a little bad, you texted her saying Bucky had gotten sick and you needed to cancel. You had just gotten up from the floor when the front door opened and you heard Bucky call your name.

Not knowing how to even look at him, you shoved your phone into his hands as you passed him and retreated up the stairs.

It took him another 10 minutes before he opened the bedroom door. You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. Your hair had been taken down, your make up washed away, and your new dress bought for the night had been replaced with sweatpants and a t-shirt that painfully smelled like Bucky. You knew from the glimpse you caught of yourself in the mirror that you looked as beaten down as you felt.

He got on his knees in front of you, kneeling between your legs, as if he was going to beg for forgiveness. He gently took your hands in his own, forcing you to look down at him. Though his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, it stirred no emotion except for the lingering thought that he had gotten very good at lying. Maybe he didn’t really feel guilty at all.

“Baby, I-” He snapped his mouth shut when your head jerked toward him, a rage there that he had never seen from you before. Not when you got in your first fight, not when he thought he lost your engagement ring, not when he told you that you should wait to have kids even after countless nights of laying in bed together thinking of baby names and imagining who they would look more like.

Those were all instances of hurt masked by anger. But this, this was a cold fury that rolled off of you in waves. One that distanced him in a way he had never felt before, even in the months that he was doing it himself. It was if you had pushed him onto an island, the waves of your emotions threatening to consume him. He didn’t know how to handle this new version of you.

But then your eyes met his, both pleading for different things - yours for an explanation, his for absolution - and that fury shattered into heartbreak that spilled onto the bedroom floor.

It was a hard pill to swallow, realizing that even in the face of your worst nightmare you still couldn’t hate Bucky, couldn’t be angry with him the way you knew you should.

When you let out a choked sob, Bucky stood up on his knees, taking your face in his hands as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I love you so much. Don’t know what I was thinking.” He whispered these words against your lips, too scared to move, not knowing what you would do. You just let the tears stream down your face, at a loss for words.

"Tell me you don't want to leave. Say I'm enough to make you stay. I know it's not true, but please just say it." The words burned your throat as they came out, but you needed to hear him say he still wanted you, even if you didn’t believe it.

He made a wrecked sound, and you realized he was crying too. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before pulling back and looking at you.

“Of course I want you, baby. I was so stupid, I know that now. I’ll never leave you. I’m right here.”

He sounded so sincere it broke your heart, and you let him hold you as you both cried.

Things got better. You politely asked Dolores to look for work at another firm, even writing her a letter of recommendation just to get the whole process over quicker.

Bucky remained attentive to you and your relationship, and you were finally planning your wedding, after being engaged for two years.

It felt like things were finally falling into place, and everyday you healed a little more.

That is, until you were unpacking Bucky’s suitcase from a work conference that weekend and found a pair of lacy red panties, ones you knew for certain weren’t yours.

Feeling the need to confirm your suspicions, you slid his laptop from the front of his bag and skimmed through emails until you found something that stood out.

You found that the conference Bucky had gone to that weekend was also attended by the law firm Dolores had gone to after leaving yours. There was no doubt in your mind they had seen each other, and it made you wonder if that had been the first time, or if in the months since you found out, it had never really stopped.

Deciding you didn’t want to know either way, you packed everything back into Bucky’s suitcase, before grabbing another and filling that too. You were dragging them down the stairs when Bucky came in from his morning run.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you pressed something into his hands - the underwear along with your ring. His face fell and he immediately started into a stream of apologies, but you just held a hand up, signaling for him to stop.

“I don’t need an explanation. I don’t need an apology. All I need is for you to leave, right now. You can come back and get the rest of your stuff when I’m not here. Everything else can be finished later, but you need to go.”

He stood dumbfounded for a moment, before dropping his head in resignation. You stood like a brick wall by the front door, hands crossed over your chest - guarding your heart - as he shoved the offending material and ring in his pocket and wheeled his suitcases out. Even as he loaded his things into the car, his eyes never left you, like he was hoping you would change your mind, that you would forgive him this time.

But the second he stepped into the car, you closed the front door, locking it up without a glance back.

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DRUNK PROCLAMATIONS ; bucky barnes

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!female!reader

summary: a voicemail leaves many thoughts running through bucky’s head. his heart soars with happiness before it crashes back into reality - what if she didn’t mean what she said? bucky’s only solution is to avoid her like hell. he doesn’t want to hear the truth from her lips, ready to take back everything she said in her voicemail because he knows he’s not worth any of it.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: insecure bucky, mentions of drinking, swearing, angst with a happy ending

note: written as part of @pellucid-constellations​‘s love letters writing challenge! i used the prompt “and i’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that”. i hope you enjoy!

Bucky can’t fall asleep. 

This isn’t a shocking revelation, he’s had many nights where he would stare into the darkness for hours, preferring it to the images he would conjure up in his sleep. What’s shocking is the reason that is keeping him up this time. His phone lights up on the bedside table and his heart starts to race again, an automatic reaction no thanks to [Name].

His eyes fly over to his phone to find a notification asking him to update his phone software. Bucky supposes he’s glad for the dumb notification. If it was a text, or god forbid another voicemail, he might just have a heart attack. Yes, a voicemail is what’s gotten Bucky all worked up. He groans just at the thought, feeling like a love-sick high school boy.

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